#nsfs fic

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

admin privileges

logince, sub logan dom roman. about 2.8k words.

hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

summary: Logan agrees to let Roman help run his routine maintenance, especially as he has put off doing a proper, deep scan for a while. Roman... takes the opportunity to add some of his own programming, while he has a direct link to Logan's brain.

full fic under the cut ;]

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“Thank you for agreeing to do my maintenance,” Logan says from where he’s sitting on the bench, plugged into his power-port, blinking at his friend behind the desk.

Roman smiles at him.

“Of course,” he replies. “It must suck having to run your own diagnostics.”

He then types something into the computer, and Logan shifts, where he’s sitting, tracing the cables and cords that run from Roman’s computer into Logan’s plugs. He’s an android, and while he is capable of doing this himself, he’s left it a little too long, and when his battery gets low, he… slows down.

Roman offered to do it for him, today, and so Logan gets to just sit still, charging, watching the percentage metre on his UI slowly tick upwards, as diagnostic data rolls past on his periphery. Logan tunes it out, this time, though. He trusts Roman.

“The worst part is plugging yourself in,” he agrees.

Roman laughs a little, and reclines in his chair, looking over at Logan.

“How long does this usually take?”

Logan rubs the back of his neck, just below his synthetic blue hairline, careful not to dislodge the plug in the back of his neck.

“An hour or two,” he says. “I haven’t done a full scan in a while, purely because it takes so long. My impatience has not paid off, clearly.”

Roman snorts. “You hardly ever seem to unwind enough to sit still for that long,” he teases back. “…I can help with that, though, if you want?”

“What?”

“Help with passing the time,” Roman says innocently enough. “While we wait for the scan.”

Logan blinks at him again. “…That is what you’re here for.”

And Roman grins.

“Good,” he says. “Trust me, Logan.”

Logan frowns, and as Roman types something more, and something suddenly feels different about how Logan perceives the world, he goes to stand, trying to be mindful not to unplug himself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Roman tuts, barely glancing up from his monitors. “Sit down, Logan. You don’t want to yank out your cables.”

Logan… does as he’s told. That surprises him. He sits back down, his processor barely seeming to do little more than… let the order pass through and be accepted.

“…What?” Logan asks. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roman says, typing more intensely, and suddenly, Logan wonders if he should be concerned that he asked a coder as good as Roman to oversee his maintenance. “Just sit there, Logan, and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here together while the scan goes through.”

But… Logan just nods, despite himself, and some of the concern melts away. He won’t worry about it, then.

“Okay,” he says.

“Good,” Roman says, and shoots Logan a pretty smile. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan shifts a little again, biting his lip as his fan whines away quietly, starting to work a little harder.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman asks, tilting his head, pausing his typing, looking at Logan like he’s waiting for something in specific to happen.

Logan shivers, before he touches his outer thigh, his side, his spine (as best he can) and, importantly, the power cord plugged into the back of his neck to check he didn’t dislodge any of the cables.

“I think so,” he says. “I… feel strange.”

“Well, it must be because you’ve put off doing a proper scan,” Roman tells him, and Logan purses his lips and nods along, it’s a good point. “No wonder you’d be feeling funny.”

Funny. That’s a good word for it. Logan’s lips tweak into a smile.

“That’s a very human way of putting it,” he muses. “Funny…”

“Yeah,” Roman nods. “It’s a good word for when you can’t quite describe something. Especially when you’ve never quite felt anything like it before.”

“Funny,” Logan echoes, before he shivers again. “I… I do feel funny.”

“Well, then,” Roman says, turning back to the screens and typing some more. “That’s strange, isn’t it? What does it feel like?”

Logan frowns into space as that feeling… grows. It sands down the edges of his mind, softening everything, making it a little harder to think. If he was able to pay attention to it, Logan might have noticed that the diagnostic data in the corner of his UI was giving him different read-outs than usual. Logan doesn’t notice, though.

“It…” his voice is so soft, the synthesizer is much more pronounced. “It feels like static. Warm static.”

“Does it feel nice?” Roman asks, glancing up from his screens.

Logan stares ahead for a little longer before replying, genuinely evaluating the way the fuzz makes him feel. But the longer he sits there, the more it builds, and… the warmer and more comfortable it gets.

Eventually, Logan actually smiles, and replies, “…yes, it does.”

“That’s good,” Roman says. “That’s wonderful. Sink into it, Logan.”

“…Hm?” Logan blinks a few times, trying to grasp a thought as Roman’s words sit a little funny with him.

“You can sink into it,” Roman encourages again, and the sound of Roman’s fingers flying over the keys hits Logan’s audio-processors, and it’s… oddly soothing. “You should. It feels good, it’s a reward, Logan, for letting me do your maintenance.”

“Oh,” Logan says, before he slumps a little, letting himself smile again. “Okay.”

His optics drift closed, now, slowly, his UI dimming, and Roman stands up as he realises something, and Logan watches Roman cross the room, approach, and…

Roman pulls out his power cord.

“But…” Logan says hazily, as the low battery alert pops up on his UI. “I… I’m only at fifteen percent, Roman.”

“That’s okay,” Roman says, and… he touches Logan. He runs his finger around the rim of Logan’s power plug, and Logan gasps. “That’s okay, Logan. You said you feel slow and fuzzy on low battery. I think that’s a nice place to be, especially while you have lots of time to wait. Don’t worry, I’ll plug you in before your battery goes fully dead.”

Logan wants to reply, maybe even to argue, but his full attention is on Roman’s fingertip, running circles around his port.

“Does this feel good, Logan?” Roman asks him. “Does this feel funny?”

Logan nods as best he can without moving too much to dislodge Roman’s hand. His mouth is hanging open. His fans are whirring. His eyes usually glow – they’re dimmed now, for being in power saving mode.

“God, you look so good on low battery,” Roman says hungrily. “I was reading up about your model, Logan. You have all the sensory receptors a human would. A feat of engineering. You can feel the same emotions. The same pain.”

The finger keeps circling.

“The same pleasure,” Roman says, his voice soft and lulling. “And your mind is just as malleable. Even more so, when you let me in like this.”

Logan whimpers. He hasn’t tested the full capabilities of his pleasure sensors yet.

“Roman,” he manages to say. It comes out with a harsher, synthetic edge.

“God, you sound so good like that,” Roman murmurs, and he leans in and licks Logan’s cheek. It makes the android shudder. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Logan?”

“No,” Logan says honestly, his head tipping back against Roman’s arm. “H-hah…”

“Do you know what’s going on, Logan?” Roman asks.

“N-no…”

“I’m programming you,” Roman tells him.

Logan stares up at Roman’s face through half-lidded, non-understanding eyes.

“…Hm?”

“Programming you,” Roman repeats. “Programming some things into you. Nothing bad, mind you. How can it be bad? It feels so good.”

Roman’s words somehow seem perfectly in time with the way his finger traces Logan’s port. Logan whimpers again, and slowly spreads his legs, bracing himself on his hands so he can grind up against nothing. He… he feels so needy.

“You’re so smart, and so independent,” Roman keeps talking. “You never let anyone take care of you. You even run your own maintenance. You don’t need to do that, anymore.”

Logan must be hot to the touch, for how hard his fan is working. He’s gasping for air. The tactile pleasure receiver between his legs is already throbbing, his pleasure system has well and truly kicked in and his slit is now wet. Logan grinds against the air. He’s not opposed to touching himself, normally, but he doesn’t like wasting the lubrication – it’s annoying and kind of embarrassing to refill, especially when he’s alone.

But he isn’t now.

“You can let me do it,” Roman says, and his other hand comes to Logan’s throat, tracing its way downwards. “You can let me run your maintenance. You can let me look after you. You can let me do this to you.”

Logan moans, optics rolling as Roman dips a finger into his charging port, before it returns to circling.

“You never mentioned your charging port was sensitive,” Roman comments.

“O-only when- ah!” Logan’s hips thrust up again, and he shoots Roman a hazy, desperate look. “Only when I’m low… low battery.”

“I see,” Roman hums, and he slips his finger back into the port, and Logan moans so loud his vocaliser glitches, his optics rolling. “Good boy for telling me.”

And- oh. Roman starts to finger his charging port. Logan grips the bench so tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him. It feels so good, and normally, when he’s feeling this good, Logan would be a few fingers deep in himself, but… but his hands won’t move. He can only sit there, sit still and take what Roman’s doing.

“Good boy,” Roman repeats, drawling over the words, drawing out, making Logan focus on them, sink into them. “Such a good boy.”

“R-Roman, Roman, s-sir,” Logan gasps, wanting more, wanting to beg but surprisingly unable to find the words. He’s surprised by sir, though.

“Oh, that did work,” Roman notes, pleased. “Yes, Logan?”

“I… I wanna…” Logan stammers, trying to press back against Roman’s hand, even as his other hand rests flat on Logan’s stomach. “I-I need to…”

“You need to cum?” Roman asks him. “Are you that needy, Logan?”

Logan can’t cry, but he would be crying now if he could.

“Yes!” Logan gasps. “Yes, sir!”

“Good boy,” Roman praises him, and the fingering speeds up, and Logan’s visuals are flickering for how overloaded his processor is, he can only focus on the pleasure. “It feels good to call me sir. It feels good to let me do this to you. You want it. You need it.”

“I need it,” Logan repeats, fan whining.

“You need sir to fuck you.”

“I…” Logan gasps as Roman pulls his finger away, leaving him aching and so, so wet. “I need sir to fuck me.”

Once the words are said outloud, it’s like something has shifted again. Logan opens his optics a little wider, and Roman watches it register across his face.

“I need you to fuck me,” Logan repeats, more insistent this time, more desperate, and he spreads his legs wider and looks up at Roman even as Roman drinks him in. “Please fuck me, sir. Please?”

“Good boy,” Roman says. “Hm. What percentage are you on?”

Logan shudders. “N-nine, sir.”

Roman smiles, unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down enough to reveal his cock, and oh, Logan has had a fascination with organic sexual organs, but he’s never had the chance to really look at one before.

“Then I better fuck you before you go flat,” Roman says. “But if you go flat, and I’m not done, I may just keep fucking you. Do you mind, Logan?”

Logan’s head spins with arousal at the mere idea, and he shakes his head desperately.

“I don’t mind, sir, I don’t,” Logan says, as he carefully lays back on his elbows. “Eight percent, sir, please fuck me?”

Roman steps in between Logan’s thighs and presses his cock to Logan’s dripping slit. Logan likes to stretch himself but technically, he doesn’t need it, and that’s proven as Roman pushes straight in.

“Oh-hh.”

Logan moans, so genuine and so loud that his voice modulator glitches again. H-he’s… never had something organic inside him before. It feels so good, hot and warm and soft, he can feel it throb inside him.

“God, you’re perfectly tight,” Roman groans, his hands coming to grip Logan’s thighs, fingers splayed around the cable plugged into his right one. “I’ve dreamt about fucking this robot pussy, Logan. You’re perfect for me.”

Logan’s too busy shorting out on overloaded pleasure centres to answer. The diagnostic data is still scrolling past on his UI, flashing words at him, the blinking warning of his low battery alert is rhythmic and entrancing, and his cognitive… oh, that must be it. Logan smiles dreamily. His cognitive processor has been… um…

Dulled. Is that the right word? Logan giggles a little as Roman thrusts into him. Dimmed? Dumbed down.

“God, there it is,” Roman breathes. “Fuck, I was waiting for that. You just figured out what’s going on, haven’t you, Logan?”

“Yeah,” Logan replies, equally as breathily, though it’s synthetic for him. “I’m stupid!”

“You are!” Roman says delightedly, and he starts to fuck Logan properly, setting a rhythm that makes Logan gasp, and his head loll with every thrust. “You’re my dumb little drone, who needs my cock.”

“Ohh,” Logan moans, both in pleasure and in realisation even as Roman’s… as his admin’s cock drives all his thoughts away. “I’m… a dumb… f-fuck, dumb drone…”

“You need my cock.”

“I n-need Admin’s cock,” Logan echoes.

“Fuck, that worked.” Roman slows right down, grinds against Logan painfully slowly, less because he wants to and more like he has something to test. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Logan.”

“Hgn, please cum in me, sir,” Logan looks up at him with dull, dull optics. “Please fill me, Admin, please.”

“H-ha, fuck.”

Roman gives in, then. The last of his willpower shattered. Logan moans over and over, his modulator almost giving up, his vision flickering even as Roman’s programming washes over his visual processor and sinking in deeper, and he clenches around Roman’s cock.

“God, you make such a good drone,” Roman gasps, his hips slapping against Logan’s. “You’re perfect. You want this. You need this. You were built to take my cock.”

“I was built to take your cock,” Logan slurs.

“When I refer to myself as Admin, you fall into this headspace,” Roman tells him. “Blank and fuzzy, warm and needy. Understand?”

“Yes, Admin,” Logan replies. It’s mechanical. P-programmed into him.

“F-fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Roman loses his rhythm, “gonna fucking cum, Logan.”

“Please, please, please,” Logan begs, desperate for release – Roman’s release, his own release, anything. “Please, please, please, please.”

Logan’s vision dims even more. Two percent.

“Fuck, fucking cum for me, Logan,” Roman orders, and one hand flies to Logan’s neck, fumbling, sliding around his casing until his finger sinks back into Logan’s port, and Logan goes fully tense asn he cums.

His orgasm is so intense, it completely overloads Logan’s brain. He goes still, goes limp, eyes flickering, as Roman keeps fucking him, chasing his orgasm.

It feels so fucking good, Logan opens his mouth to try say anything, maybe to try warn Roman about the imminent shut down being warned in his UI, but the urge of power it took to cum makes it impossible.

Logan has just enough battery power to feel Roman cum inside him before he goes flat.

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Logan opens his eyes with a gasp. H-he feels… he feels so horny, he knows without even glancing at his UI that his pleasure system is lit up like a city, and he glances at Roman, who is waiting behind the computer, idly typing.

…Maybe Roman hasn’t noticed? Logan bites his lip. That’s good. H-he can just wait til the scan’s over, and then get himself off in privacy.

“H-how’s it going, Roman?” he calls.

“Oh!” Roman starts, glancing over. “Good! It’s almost done. You’ve got ten percent left.”

Logan nods, before he frowns at his UI. “…I have surprisingly low battery,” he comments.

“Oh,” Roman waves a hand. “It turns out you didn’t plug in properly before we started. You went flat halfway through and I plugged you in then.”

Logan frowns. He could have sworn he did, in fact, plug himself in properly. But the proof otherwise is in front of him, so… he shrugs.

“Thank you, then,” he says. “…I’ll admit, it’s nice to have someone else here to catch my mistakes like that.”

Roman’s eyes flash with something, then. A little amused, almost.

“Of course,” he says. “Hey, I can help out from now on, if you want, I don’t mind.”

Logan feels an inexplicable throb between his legs, and desperately ignores it, smiling politely at Roman.

“…Actually, that’s very kind of you,” Logan says. “I’d like that.”

Roman smiles, and stands.

“Admin access,” he declares.

Logan doesn’t even have time to process the statement before everything goes funny. He plummets back down, back into trance, the warm embrace of Roman’s programming taking over.

Logan hardly hears himself speak as he spreads his legs.

“Access granted. Drone is ready.”

Roman grins wickedly, and proudly takes his rightful place between Logan’s legs, so he can really make sure the programming has set in.

[sanguinesweets]

Smoke x Reader headcanons/stuff

• He's very cuddly, especially when the two of you are alone. Tomas loves wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you close and feeling your warmth. He wants you to feel safe and loved in his presence.

• He'll surprise you with random gifts. Clothes you've been looking at, little keychains with your favorite thing on it, snacks and drinks he knows you can't go without. Especially if he's been busy with Lin Kuei duties, he'll have a care package ready for you the next time the two of you are together (and, if you're down, another package 😉).

• Dinner dates at Madam Bo's happen often between the two of you. She has the best food in town, no doubt, so there isn't much contest when it comes to what you both crave. Every time the two of you show up, your host has this knowing grin on her face, and ends up whispering things into Tomas's ear that make him blush. You'll usually wait until the two of you have left to ask what she had said, and it almost always involves how she thinks the two of you will make gorgeous kids.

• When you choose to stay home and eat, however, Tomas makes a point to show off his cooking skills. The man can make just about anything you're hungry for, and blows you away with some of the best dishes you've ever eaten from scratch. His homemade bread ranks among your favorites, as it's a simple dish that never fails to taste phenomenal every time he pulls it out of his brick oven.

• Along with spectacular dinners, a night in with your favorite ninja also involves lots of movie marathons, and cuddling on the couch. He loves pressing soft kisses into your head as you lay on him, watching through whatever you've chosen for the night, just enjoying your presence and cherishing the moment of closeness.

• Sometimes, during these movie nights, the both of you will pass out on the couch, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets and snuggled up tight to one another. It's not until Tomas's alarm goes off the next morning that you both realize you had passed out, and he has to rush to get ready for training or fulfilling his duties with the Lin Kuei.

• Other nights, if whatever you're watching fails to keep your attention, the main entertainment attraction might shift to the exploration of each other's bodies, initiated by soft touches at first. Tomas will always test the waters at first, kissing along the side of your neck, running his hand down the curve of your hip, handling you carefully before he takes things any further. When a moan slips past your lips, and your head lulls back to allow him more access, he takes the cue to nip teasingly at your collarbone, his fingers dancing along the inside of your thigh.

• He's too bashful to admit it, but he loves it when you take charge during alone time and straddle his lap, grinding your rear teasingly into his groin. Pleading grey eyes roll back as your hips bump into his, and he's practically begging you to touch him as his hardening cock struggles to be contained by the confines of his pants.

He'll moan softly as your fingers dip down to grasp the thick, veiny shaft of his erection, watching as you lower your head to wrap your parted lips around the tip. Tomas's cheeks flush red as you take him into your mouth inch by inch, and he whines softly as you begin to bob your head and hollow your cheeks around his stiff member, precum already leaking generously from the head. His muscular thighs shake beneath you as you pleasure him, and depending on how long it's been since your last encounter, he might unravel in your mouth in a matter of minutes.

• Although he loves it when you top, he doesn't mind taking the lead whenever you insist on him doing so. His voice will go a little lower, he'll give you little affirmations of praise as you take his cock, fuck you slow and hard until you're a sobbing mess, begging him to make you cum. If you give him permission, he'll fill you up as you reach your climax, feeling your muscles contract around him as his vision goes blurry.

[monsterunderthesheets]

A little head cannon where when Vash climaxes, his plant marks will start to appear and glow brightly in the dark. And the better he feels during sex, the brighter they glow.

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

In Heat

Analoceit (Transmasc!Virgil, Logan, & Janus)

Content: Pet Play, Collars& Leashes, Breeding, Bondage, Pegging, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs

Read it on AO3!

This fic is a gift for @pupplaylogan!!! Hope you enjoy!!

Logan whined, nuzzling against Janus as he sat in his lap. This skewed the adorable black and blue puppy ears that sat upon the headband he was sporting, one of the only things he was wearing besides his collar and a tight pair of boxers, and caused one of his ears to hit Janus in the face. The other side playfully pushed him back while readjusting the headband.

“Ok, down boy, that’s enough.” Janus said with a smile. Logan climbed down from his current position on the couch and instead sat on his haunches on the floor in front of him. He leaned forward to rest his chin on Janus’ knee, which earned him a few headpats.

Logan enjoyed playing the cute and innocent pup like he was currently doing, but what he loved more was being a needy pup. He wasn’t aggressive or bratty, like how his owner claimed Virgil or Remus were when they played with him, but he did require a lot of attention, and more than just some pets or praise. After Janus stopped petting him, he whimpered softly and put his ‘paws’ up on his leg, straddling it. 

His owner shot down a glare, “Puppy. Be good.”

But Logan couldn’t help it! He was just a needy puppy after all. He gripped Janus’ leg and rutted down against it.

Janus let out a short exhale through his nose. Logan hardly ever acted like a brat, so he’d be generous enough to let him try to behave correctly.

“Last warning. Knock. It. Off.” 

Logan tilted his head as if he didn’t understand and continued the motion from before, grinding down against his owner’s leg repeatedly. The reaction from Janus was immediate. Logan was pulled up by his collar onto Janus’ lap once more with a yelp, only instead of being allowed to cuddle him, a hand on his chin forced him to meet his eyes.

“No, puppy, I trained you better than that.” Janus spat, “If you’re going to be a whiny little mutt then I’ll give you something to whine about.”

He threw Logan down across his lap and went to pull down his boxers in order to discipline him for misbehaving, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. 

“Who is it?”

“Uh, it’s me.” Called back a gravelly voice that could only belong to Virgil.

Janus looked down at Logan, releasing his harsh hold on him and speaking in a softer tone, “Let’s pause for a second, dearest. Can he come in or do you want me to tell him to come back later.”

Logan took a moment to think about it, “It’s alright. He may enter.”

“Alright.” Janus said, giving him a small kiss on the back of his head, “Come in!”

Virgil opened the door to quite the sight, Logan practically naked and splayed out over Janus’ lap, but what was more interesting was his own state of dress being much the same. Of course, he sported kitten ears that contrasted Logan’s, and his collar, in addition to featuring a tag, had a small bell attached to the ring at the center. When he entered, Janus allowed a small smile to rise up on his face as a plan began to formulate in his head.

“Well, well, kitten. What have we here?”

“Oh, I- sorry I didn’t know you were playing with Logan right now.” Virgil stuttered, turning away to head out.

“Virgil, come here.” Janus patted the spot beside him, “I have an idea for how both of you can play.”

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The next thing they knew, Virgil and Logan were taken to the bed and instructed to wait there until Janus returned. This proved difficult as Logan was still at half mast from his previous bout of disobedience, and Virgil’s gravitation towards being a brat made him want to get him in trouble further. When Janus came back to the bed with some rope and a few other items in hand, he was quite shocked to see the two making out with Virgil holding Logan down on top of him.

“That is quite enough, both of you!” He said, tossing the items down and lifting Logan off of Virgil, “Such needy pets, I think you deserve punishment.”

Logan whimpered once again, it was Virgil who pulled him down to kiss! He should be the one getting in trouble. Virgil, however, glared back at Janus with a shit-eating grin, knowing exactly what he’d done.

Janus huffed and put Logan in a similar position as he was when Virgil first came in, over his lap. This time, He was able to pull off Logan’s boxers, unveiling the fluffy tail plug hidden beneath them. It didn’t stay on for long before he gently teased it out, pulling a whine from the puppy from lack of being filled. Luckily, Janus quickly slid two lubed up fingers into him to replace it, adding a third soon after to stretch him out. After he deemed Logan suitably stretched, he manhandled him to be face down and ass up.

“Stay, puppy. Unless you don’t want any attention for the rest of the night.” 

Logan obeyed, waiting for what would come next. In the meantime, Janus shifted his focus to Virgil. He had grabbed one of his kittens' strap-ons and beckoned him over. Virgil slyly crawled over, turning himself around and wiggling his hips just to tease him further.

“I was thinking about being nice and putting a vibrator in you, but if you’re gonna be a filthy tease I suppose I can not let you have any pleasure too.” Janus threatened.

Virgil immediately sat down and shook his head, “No Master, I’ll be good.”

“Good.” Janus wasted no time adjusting the strap-on over his hips and sticking a vibrator in his cunt, “Now go and make sure our puppy is nice and full.”

Virgil crawled to Logan and nuzzled against his back, placing a few kitten licks down his spine, making him shiver. He lined up his cock with the puppy’s hole and gently slid in, earning a quiet moan from him.

“Stay right there, don’t pull out yet kitten.” Janus ordered, grabbing the rope and unraveling the neat cord of it. He knelt down beside his two pets and started tying a harness around Logan’s waist and thighs. When he looped the same rope around Virgil’s hips, his kitten gave him a confused expression.

“This is still a punishment, I have to make sure both of you little brats see it through till I say you’re done.” Janus explained as he continued to tie Virgil and Logan’s hips together, “This will make it so you can’t run away.”

Both of them had to concentrate to make their hips stay still until the tie was completed, but once it was, Janus praised them for doing so.

“Good boys. Here’s what will happen. Virgil, you’re gonna fuck Logan until I say so, no matter how overstimulated you both get. When I think you’ve made it up to me, I’ll release you and you can both serve me like good little pets. Understood?”

They answered with twin nods, ready to begin. So, Janus turned on Virgil’s vibe, and allowed them to start. Virgil moaned as he tested the tie. He couldn’t fully pull out, meaning he would have to be constantly grinding into Logan. Logan could barely move his hips, forced to go at the pace Virgil set, not that he really wanted to move. He loved just being used like a toy to get off with. He gasped when Virgil thrusted into him, hard.

Virgil leaned over Logan, properly mounting him, and gripped onto his shoulders, sinking his nails into them as he railed into Logan.

“Puppyyyyy you feel so good!” Virgil moaned as he nuzzled into his neck, “Wanna breed you.”

Now logically this was not possible with a strap on, but that didn’t stop Logan from keening at the thought, “Please please breed me!”

The two of them continued fucking as Janus watched from the side. He knew that in a few rounds they’d be begging for him to untie them. He sat by Logan’s head, petting his hair and speaking dirty words into both their ears.

“Aw, are both my pets in heat? You both look so incredibly desperate.” He teased, running his hands along the length of Logan’s collar, “Huh, puppy? Did you just wanna be someone’s little breeding bitch?”

“Yes Master-” Logan gasped out as Virgil raked his nails down his back.

“What about you kitten?” Janus scratched just behind the set of fake ears on his head “Did you just need something to get all that pent up energy out?”

“Mh-mhm! Needed to fuck him.”

“See how good you both can be when you’ve got nothing but pleasure on your mind?” He reached down and turned up Virgil’s vibrator, which in turn caused his thrusting to speed up.

Both his pets were rocking against each other, desperately chasing more stimulation. Virgil managed to angle his thrusts just right and hit Logan’s prostate, forcing a moan from the puppy. Everything had them dripping in record time.

One particularly rough thrust into Logan was enough to put him right on the edge, and when Virgil leaned down to bite a mark on his neck he was done for. He spilled over the sheets with a shout, his orgasm slamming into him.

Virgil wasn’t far behind. The sight of the puppy losing control made him shove all the way inside him and grind up against the bottom of the strap until he was coming.

But both of them couldn't stop. The vibrator kept going inside Virgil, making him squirm from overstimulation. As he tried to get away from the sensations, he forced the strap to move in and out of Logan again, who started whining at the sensation.

They were stuck in a loop of painful pleasure that had no end in sight, leading to them lazily grind against each other until they were worked up again.

It went on like that again and again, until they both came about three more times, wearing an exhausted look on their faces. Virgil’s thighs were painted with his slick and the bedsheets were completely covered in Logan’s come. Their loud moans of pleasure turned into quiet pleas as their most recent orgasms hit again. Janus noticed, and decided to put their misery to an end.

“Alright pets, one more round, then I’ll untie you.” He stated, stroking their sides in encouragement.

Logan barely had the strength to push his hips back against Virgil’s anymore. He shut his eyes as the other pounded into him with a new found stamina.

“C’mon puppy please just one more- come for me one more time!” Virgil panted, rolling his dick over and over into him.

“Please, fill me up kitten, need it!” Logan wailed in return.

With both of them being so sensitive, it didn’t take long. Virgil toppled over the edge with a mewl while Logan finished, whimpering. Janus got to taking out the vibrator and untying the both of them, being sure to check for any unwanted irritation the rope may have left. He let them collapse together for a moment, nuzzling and kissing at each other in a cute display of affection. He was almost sad to cut it short. Almost.

“You both did so well, such good boys.” He sat up by the pillows of the bed and patted the spot between his legs, “Come here, both of you, and come get your treat.”

Logan and Virgil hurried over, waiting expectantly for Janus to unzip his pants. When he pulled out a short leash with two clips at the end, they looked up at him, confused.

Janus took each of the clips and put them through the rings of their collars, Virgil’s making a rather noisy sound with the bell attached. Only once they were clipped in did he pull down the zipper and unbutton his slacks, taking himself out for his two pets to pleasure.

“Don’t keep me waiting, get to it.” He directed, pulling the leash down towards his rock hard dick.

Logan moved first, licking down the shaft in broad movements. Virgil followed suit, putting apt kitten licks across the head of his cock before taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. Janus sighed at the pleasure his two pets gave him, watching them work diligently to get him to orgasm.

They worked in tandem to stimulate him, even attempting to kiss with him between their mouths. It was such a sight to witness, and with watching them fuck themselves into exhaustion, Janus was closer to the edge than ever before.

He praised them as he finished, “Oh, fuck. Such perfect pets. Feels so good, both of you worshiping my cock, ah Logan, Virgil-!”

He came across both of their faces, marking them with his seed. They were quick to lap at it and clean the mess off each other, earning a chuckle from their owner when he came down from his high.

“Ok, I think that’s enough for now.” He reached for both of their headbands to set off to the side, and encouraged them to come cuddle up to his side. For now, they’d rest, but perhaps their heats would align some other night.

[mingomilk]

Your art is making me crazy. I need 10K fics for all of them 🥺😭😍

aghshs thank you so much!! I'd be beyond happy when someone writes something based on my art

[bragganhyl]

'how badly do you want me?' for gaura and aloth please :3

Thanks, Anon, sorry, it took me a bit but here it is :D

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Konstanten’s room was slowly filling up with steam while Gaura was taking off one piece of her armor after the other. She hummed a melody to herself – out of respect rather than discomfort – trying to tune out the lewd cries that managed to pass through the walls of the Wild Mare. In moments like these, the Watcher questioned if taking the tub in the brothel was actually preferable to the Luminous Bathhouse, but those questions would be set aside as soon as she remembered that at least, she got to be alone in the brothel. There was a time public bathing would have left Gaura unfazed, but that was before she was renowned as the Watcher of Caed Nua or the captain of The Defiant. That was before she was a piece in the game of powers that saw her as variable to be controlled. And there was a place where she might have felt comfortable surrounded by others, bare and – in some ways – out of her element, but in such a place she wouldn’t have been surrounded by people looking to her with either reverence or suspicion. She could do without the attention that she would have received in Periki’s Overlook.

But the rest of the crew headed that way. Aloth was especially reluctant to part ways with her that day. A soft tremor ran through her fingers as the Watcher recalled the way he held her hand, saying his goodbyes. She thought of his gentleness that she felt through the heavy gauntlet, she thought of the warmth in his gaze that made the sun streaming on them pale in comparison. She thought of the color of his lips after she gave him nothing more than a quick peck. She bit her own as she reminisced. The color promised a soft surface, a searing impact and an irresistible taste. Gaura didn’t notice that she stopped humming. Her movements slowed as she undid her belt, while her imagination painted the image of clothes being removed that belonged to someone else. An image of another getting shoved against a wall while she showered him in kisses.

The sound of the water boiling snapped her out of her musings. Gaura hurriedly took the cauldron and emptied its contents into the tub, half-full of lukewarm water already. She removed the last few pieces of her armor and the clothes underneath, excitement almost getting the better of her. As she stepped into the tub, the water began dancing around her legs lead by the ever burning flames bursting through her skin. She sat down, submerging herself to her neck, enjoying the rough bubbles assaulting her tense muscles. Soon, she was lifted by the movements of the water, her only support was the back of her head against the edge of the tub and her arms coming over its sides, anchoring her while she floated relaxed.

The trek up the mountain took time, Gaura mused as a sigh left her lips, Aloth could not have made it to the bathhouse yet. By the time he would, he’d be flushed by exertion and kissed by sunlight. The Watcher sighed. The water felt softer as she thought of the wizard. Or maybe she did. It was so easy to pretend that she was being touched, that she was melting as a response. It was easy to read more into the gentle impacts against the small of her back than the reality of them. It was easy to imagine slender fingers caressing her thighs and even easier to give in to the sensation. Gaura brought a hand to her breast as she parted her legs, while she thought of Aloth descending into the gently glowing pool. She envisioned a single droplet trickling down his lean body as she traced its path down her own chest.

Her daydreaming fragmented when her fingers found her folds and the small nub between them. Images overlapped with her movements, shifting with each flick of her wrist. She drew one circle and Aloth was leaning over the edge of the pool. His face was pressed against the tiles and Gaura was behind him, loving up his neck, kissing his shoulders, nibbling on his ear, as she reached forward and rubbed him steadily. The Watcher’s breathing grew staggered as she picked up the pace set by her imaginary self. Her mind was filled with the vision of Aloth on his back, sprawled out on the floor of the bathhouse, biting down on his lip, trying to keep himself quiet as Gaura grinded on top of him, filled by him, at a tempo that was far too selfish but she couldn’t help it. She allowed herself a quiet moan, just enough to fuel her fantasies without overpowering the sounds of the water enveloping her, the sounds she imagined echoing in the halls of the Luminous Bathhouse, the sounds that-

- that were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

The Watcher froze in her movements. For a moment there was no sound, and no movement aside from the water around her rushing against her body. When she heard the knock again, her awareness returned to her fully – as well as to her more than compromising, arched posture. Even behind closed doors, Gaura’s hair fluttered shyly as she sat in the tub, her legs crossed, trying to repress the rage growing from her frustration by washing her face.

‘The room’s taken!’ She called out, snapping at the person behind the door despite her best efforts.

‘I know.’

The voice almost convinced the Watcher that she was still deep in her fantasies. When she didn’t respond, an impatient request followed.

‘Gaura, can you please, let me in?’

She got out of the tub in a hurry, nearly tripping over the edge of it. She was just about to grab the handle of the door, when she remembered to cover herself. The Watcher took a moment to ensure the towel she picked up was hugging her body securely and neatly, before she opened the door, and casually leaned against its frame. An easy smile brightened her face that hid all but the smallest hints at her craving for the wizard. Aloth blinked at her, his mouth slightly agape at the sight of her wearing nothing but a tiny piece of fabric and a small cloud of vapor rising from her skin.

‘I…’ he cleared his throat, ‘I hope I didn’t come at an inopportune time.’

Gaura chuckled, lust and mischief faintly ringing in her voice. ‘Quite the contrary,’ she stepped aside, ‘I was just thinking about you.’

‘As was I about you,’ Aloth stepped inside the room, strangely stiff. It was only then that Gaura noticed how out of breath the wizard was, how flushed his cheeks were and yet he closed the door behind him with a restraint that she would have mistaken for hesitance had she not seen it time and time again, usually right before they both gave in to their desires. ‘That… is why I’m here,’ he let out a short laugh, as he stepped closer to the Watcher, ‘I was wondering, if… maybe you could share the tub with me.’ He hid his hands behind his back.

‘Hm,’ Gaura closed the distance between them. Aloth did not move, he did not look away, merely his cheeks took on a slightly deeper shade as a heavy, but staggered breath escaped his lips. She glimpsed a spark in his lidded eyes that put an impish smile on her face. ‘I’m sure we can squeeze in,’ she said as she reached for a buckle on the wizard’s vest. ‘But I still can’t help but be surprised that you’d skip the bathhouse for a measly tub.’

‘The company more than makes up for it,’ he glanced down at the Watcher’s hands slowly undoing one buckle after the other. ‘As does the privacy.’

‘My, you must have craved both,’ Gaura teased as she undid Aloth’s belt and pushed his vest off him, ‘if you were willing to climb back down the mountain just to meet me here. Alone.’

‘Indeed,’ he chuckled as he took off his undershirt, ‘as foolish as it sounds, I… I couldn’t stop thinking about our parting earlier.’

He gingerly reached for the Watcher’s hands, and lifted them to his lips. He left a single lingering kiss on her wrist, while he placed shorter, sweeter ones on the knuckles of her other hand. Gaura laughed softly, turning Aloth’s gaze to her face again. He let go of her long enough to cast protective spells on himself, before he reached behind her head and brought it closer to himself. He rested his forehead against hers, fighting the urge to claim her lips.

‘I want you,’ he admitted quietly, breathlessly, but no less eagerly.

‘Care to demonstrate?’ The Watcher lightly nipped at his lower lip. ‘How badly do you want me?’

Aloth’s kiss was slow at first, but insistent as if he needed to drink Gaura in to shrug off the weariness of the road. Then a moment passed and the wizard only grew hungrier for her. The Watcher snickered into his mouth as he reached for the towel covering her and peeled it off with a gentle tug. He pulled her closer, and embraced her tightly seemingly ready to feed himself to the fire adorning her body. But he knew those flames: he knew that they did not scorch, they did not harm, they only lapped against Aloth’s chest with the tenderness of the lightest of kisses. Goosebumps formed where he was kissed by fire and a small tremor ran through him as Gaura reached for his hair and gently pulled it. The wizard sharply inhaled, warm, humid, smokey air filling his mouth until the Watcher latched onto his neck and allowed herself to be guided by her tongue along his shoulder. Only then did he remember to exhale.

‘Shall we take this to the tub?’ Gaura’s voice was deep with desire.

Aloth needed a moment to process the question, which was made all the harder by the Watcher’s warm breath caressing his ear. Eventually he gave her a few quick nods. ‘Please.’

‘Guide me, then,’ she hooked a finger in the wizard’s trousers as she took a step towards the tub, but her gaze remained fixed on him. ‘You see, while you were away my imagination was all I had for company,’ she walked with her back towards her destination, her hands firmly holding her lover by his waist, and her lips repeatedly finding their way back to Aloth’s.

‘It seems I have something to live up to then.’

Gaura laughed. ‘You better, you interrupted quite a nice fanta-’

Her teasing was interrupted when the Watcher’s foot hit a piece of her discarded armor and she was sent stumbling down on her back, pulling Aloth with her.

‘Gods, are you alright?’ The wizard pushed himself up, anxiously looking her over. Gaura was still laughing, however.

‘I’m fine, I’m fine,’ she stopped herself, sniffing into the air. Something was getting singed. ‘The rug, however…’ she pulled Aloth down, wrapped her thighs around his hips and rolled over him in a few swift moves. She was still snickering as she claimed his lips again. Her smile faded to something faint, smug and satisfied as her hand trailed down the wizard’s chest, and he proved to be unable to resist her caress. He arched himself ever so slightly into her touch. His hand came to the back of her head, and kept her in place as he kissed back more and more desperately with each moment. And then Gaura reached his bulge. A quiet groan resonated against the Watcher’s lips and she pulled away to rid him of his remaining clothes. She grinned down at him as she was undoing his trousers, her anticipation warming her belly. Then a hand came to her wrist.

‘Please, I…’ Aloth swallowed, ‘I’d like to taste you.’

Gaura cocked her head, feigning to ponder his request. ‘I’d rather not risk lying down again, though.’

The wizard responded with a knowing smile. His free hand came to her thigh, his fingers idly traced a crack running along on its inner side.

‘I would prefer if you stayed on top, too.’

The Watcher shrugged and leaned over Aloth again. ‘How could I say no to you?’ She left a quick peck on his lips. Then another. And another. With each little contact the vision of his lips on her cunt became more and more crystallized. She savored the fantasy as she pulled away and shuffled over the wizard’s face. ‘Don’t forget to breathe,’ she reminded him, as she lowered herself.

The very first flick of Aloth’s tongue sent shivers along every fiber of Gaura’s being. He gripped her thighs tight as he latched onto her clit and lapped at it feverishly. The Watcher bit down on her finger, trying to suppress the sounds he drew from her each time he changed pace, rhythm, patterns. There was a sweet dissonance between the softness of his lips and the insistence of their movements, between the light brushes of his hair against her thighs and his fingers digging into them. He was unpredictable and meticulous and Gaura found it harder with each moment to restrain herself. It didn’t help that each time he sent her flames fluttering, they drew a shudder out of him, and his own sense of control demanded that he continued with more focus and with greater determination. He let out a few quiet notes, a barely audible but no less desperate whimper, as the fire dancing along the Watcher’s thighs lapped against his cheek and ears, and he nearly drove her mad by doing so. It seemed as if her muscles took control over her as Aloth overwhelmed her nerves and senses. She reached for his hair and dug her fingers into those dark strands while her hips began to move along their own rhythm. The wizard softly moaned against her folds when he felt her grind against him, but Gaura could no longer hear anything beyond her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Not his sounds, not her own cries, not the sweet nothings that left her lips which only spurred Aloth on. The Watcher lost her sense of time as her pleasure was building within her. Her sense of rhythm and pacing betrayed her on the verge of ecstasy. She lost awareness of herself, of selfishness or discipline. There was only Aloth, precious and generous Aloth, who was so perfect to lose herself in, in all the ways she could still name. She threw her head back and allowed the warmth of her arousal to spread within her like a wildfire and consume her entirely. Aloth slowed down to help her guide her senses back to herself, then left a few parting kisses on her thighs just as she was ready to get off him.

‘You are so, so good to me,’ Gaura leaned over him, eager to taste herself on his tongue. She laughed into their kiss when she felt the juices of her arousal coat his nose and chin as well. Aloth answered by reaching for her ear and by making a futile attempt at tucking a lock of her flame-hair behind it. She pulled away then. ‘I love you.’

‘And I love you.’

‘You made that evidently clear,’ the Watcher laughed. She pulled away and took off Aloth’s trousers. She waited until the wizard reinforced some of his spells protecting him from her hair, the moved to straddle him again. ‘Will you let me be selfish with you?’ She asked with an impish smile while she descended on his cock. She was merely grinding against his length, letting her arousal coat him, but Aloth already tensed up in anticipation. ‘I’ll take good care of you in the tub after I’m done, I promise.’

Aloth let out a quiet laugh. ‘How could I say no to you?’ He sat up, echoing her words, and reached for Gaura’s shoulder. He pulled her down with him as he laid back down. ‘Just… please, stay close to me.’

The Watcher placed a kiss on his cheek while she guided his cock to her heat. She slowly rocked back against him, stealing the wizard’s breath away.

‘Close enough?’

‘Yes, and no.’ Aloth laughed, his joy mingled into his moan as the Watcher began moving again on top of him, until the last notes he exhaled were voiceless and his face became a canvas of pure need. ‘I… can’t get enough of you.’ Gaura kissed the corner of his lips. For a single roll of her hips, she slowed down, as her lips locked with his proper and drank in the long, hungry groan she drew from the wizard. She pulled away slightly with a chuckle and picked up the pace again.

‘Neither can I.’

The Watcher thought of the daydream she had in the tub. The fantasy of Aloth sprawled out on the tiles of the bathhouse and of herself seizing her own pleasure. And a part of her was tempted to turn it into reality. But the Aloth in front of her, under her, had fantasies hiding behind his eyes as well. He touched her cheek just as the first quiet moan passed her lips. He watched her, pleased, for a mere moment before his eyes fluttered shut and he craned his neck back towards the floor. A smile brightened his face until his expression was contorted by his own pleasure.

‘Gods, I adore you,’ Gaura whispered. She couldn’t resist the sight of his lips, his eyes, his arching neck. Her mouth wandered and soothed, her teeth encouraged and claimed, while her body moved to a steady rhythm. She allowed herself to grew drunk the visage of Aloth as ecstasy was building within him and the sounds she was drawing from him. She was intoxicated by the light touches on her back, the fingers tracing her cracks, the caresses on the back of her head, the crackling of magic against her scalp. She in turn called him beautiful, she called him precious, through slurred words and through wandering touches, through increasingly hurried movements. And soon, she grew forgetful, she grew unaware, she was mesmerized by the wizard under her, too much to pay attention to her own self. Her hips rolled back harder against him, her kisses turned forceful enough to resonate in her teeth, until she slammed against him hard and hit a spot that got her seeing stars.

Aloth groaned under her and kissed her on her cheek. The Watcher only stopped for a moment, but even that brief pause felt excruciating – and yet, at the same time, inviting.

‘Wait,’ his hands trailed down Gaura’s sides, until he reached her hips. His grip was light, but firm. After some shuffling, Aloth gave her a slow and gentle thrust, hitting the same spot again. The Watcher’s moan lingered in the air between them. ‘How does that feel?’

‘Almost perfect.’

‘Almost…?’ Aloth thrust again, slightly harder this time, and now the Watcher was ready to meet him.

‘Now, it’s perfect,’ she smiled down at him, as she started moving again in earnest, and he followed along. Gaura soon buried her face in the curve of the wizard’s neck, kisses and nibbles became her anchor as she got swept away in her own movements and the precious, lovely friction that stoked the heat pooling in her loins.

Aloth was tensing up under her as well. He didn’t notice his grip tightening on her, or that he hastened his thrusts. There was a light stutter in the way his muscles moved, there was a light shiver lingering at the tips of his fingers that he couldn’t ease through touch alone. His mouth was filled with his moans that got pushed out of him each time the Watcher’s flesh hit his. Gaura’s lips were slick against his throat, her tongue felt hot against his ear, her hands wandered along his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heart pounding fast for her at one moment and the tremors that followed her light brushes against his nipples in the next. But she did warn him that she would be selfish. Eventually her hand traveled down between them, to the clit he’s been neglecting, but just as guilt was about to well up in him, she grew tighter around him and Aloth forgot everything but her warmth, her embrace, the fire bursting though her, kissing his skin. She cried out as she collapsed on top of him, drowning out his own voice, her climax eclipsing his. The wizard held her close and tight as he rode out his ecstasy, but she squirmed her way out of his embrace. She left one kiss on his face after the other, she left no spot untouched and for those few moments, Aloth was convinced he was melting.

‘I must say,’ he said once he found his voice again, ‘I do enjoy you being selfish with me.’

Gaura chuckled. ‘I promise, I won’t make you regret those words,’ she gave him a lingering kiss, while he pulled out. A few moments later, she got up and helped the wizard stand, as well. ‘Just like I promised I would take care of you, now.’ She gingerly hooked her fingers into his as he guided him to the bathtub. She frowned at the water, disappointed in the lack of steam, and just as she assumed, the water was cool to her touch when she reached out for it.

‘Allow me,’ Aloth gave her hand a light squeeze before he let her go. He rubbed his hands together then he drew some runes in the air. He uttered a spell as he touched them. Magic flared up at the tips of his fingers then spread down to his wrists. The wizard then dipped his hands in the water and in a few moments, vapor was rising from the tub once more. A satisfied smile lurked in the corners of his lips as he gestured at the tub, and when Gaura reached for the water, it was as warm as she left it.

‘Show off,’ she teasingly rolled her eyes at him, which was met with Aloth’s widening eyes as he became aware of his own smugness. Gaura laughed sweetly as she kissed him on the cheek. ‘I’m only teasing, love,’ she left another peck on him. ‘Thank you, you’re a lifesaver.’

The Watcher stepped into the tub and reached back for Aloth. The wizard glanced at the water bubbling around Gaura’s legs then grabbed the hand offered to him with an excited grin. They sat behind one another, with Aloth nestling between the Watcher’s thighs. It was a tight fit within the tub, with little to no room to move, but at least as they were, Gaura was comfortable. Meanwhile the wizard sat a little straighter as the water rushed against his waist. He took a deep breath then undid the bindings holding his hair bit by bit. He ran his hands through his dark strands and leaned back against Gaura's chest with a sigh.

‘Gods, this feels magnificent,’ he took the Watcher’s hand and lifted it to his lips. ‘You are magnificent.’

‘You know my plan was to help you get cleaned up,’ she replied as she played with a few strands of his hair.

‘Just… give me a few moments.’

‘Or you could just give me the soap,’ the Watcher pointed to a fragrant yellow bar. Aloth sat up with a groan but he didn’t hide his eagerness to return to her embrace. She laughed as she took the soap and lightly rubbed it against the wizard’s chest. He seemed to grow more relaxed with each movement of her hand. And in turn, she took her time, she remained gentle.

‘Gaura…’ when Aloth spoke again, his voice was hoarse and quiet.

‘Hmm?’

‘I heard that the pool in the Luminous Bathhouse can be rented for private events,’ he caressed her knee as he talked. ‘Do you think that I could… tempt you... for such an event?’

‘Aw, you’re getting greedy,’ she blew a kiss on her hair. In truth, her daydream surged from the depths of her mind, and her heart skipped a beat at the idea of making it real.

Aloth laughed. ‘Nothing of the sort, I assure you,’ he shifted his weight slightly, ‘or… I don’t think of it as greed. There are just some experiences that I… would like to share with you.’

‘Nice save.’

The wizard shrugged. ‘It’s true, though. There are so many places that I want to see by your side... Memories that I want to form with you,’ he bit his lip. ‘Things that I’d like to try with you.’

The Watcher smiled to herself. ‘I feel the same way,’ she laughed. ‘Although I must mention that a lot of the places I’d like to show you are in the Living Lands and we have giant hornets there.’

‘I’m sure the perils would be worth it.’

‘You are making it very hard to say no to your suggestion,’ Gaura shook her head. ‘About the bathhouse, I mean.’

Aloth said nothing, he merely angled his head to look up at the Watcher. Gaura could only meet his gaze for a few fleeting moments.

‘Fine,’ she pretended to give in. ‘I’ll see to the arrangements.’

The wizard smiled. ‘Thank you,’ he turned away and closed his eyes. ‘I have to say, though… I wouldn’t oppose to… using the tub with you again. If you are of the same mind, that is.’

‘You know that I am,’ the Watcher tucked a lock of hair behind Aloth’s ear. In her embrace, relaxed, soaked and glowing in the aftermath of ecstasy, he looked almost like a dream. And certainly more beautiful than the ones Gaura has been having. ‘How could I say no to you?’

[torao-chan]

saw some really cool koby art and really wanted to do a shiro piece inspired by it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ended up doing a shiro and a dax because apparently i'm incapable of NOT thinking of dax at the moment (┬┬﹏┬┬)7

so have a brotherly pair!

also hi sorry i've been only posting queued posts for a lil bit i have been taking an Offline Period to Recover and also Do Some Art aslkdjlskjdgfk

[vv-ispy]

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[monsterunderthesheets]

SCABS and SCARS

a Vash x reader with a bit of body worship and just writing to express my love for this man.

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️ MATURE CONTENT⚠️

Without further adue, lets begin!

A toast for tonight's hero!!" Mr. Davis raised his pint of beer accompanied by the howls and mirthful cheers of the townsfolk as music and laughter filled and bounced around the walls of a fairly sized tavern.

learning over the lip of his pint, he keenly observed the people around him, drinking and dancing without a single care in the world - not even after the chaos that had occurred not too long ago- the jovial atmosphere never fails to pique his attention but it was nothing short from pleasant.

in his viewpoint, humans have shorter lifespans than him; lives whose flames can easily be snuffed out with a single sigh, which is why they compensate by possessing as many complexities in just a small life: love, anger, lust, greed, dilemma, and vengeance. all of which Stampede considered precious and irreplaceable. experiencing these things every day he breaths only continues to astonish him.

'One more drink and I'm heading out.' Vash Inwardly thought. As much as he wanted to keep having fun, he just can't bring himself to overstay his welcome any longer than he already was. Granted his sudden leave could cause disappointment to those who went through the trouble of throwing this celebration for him but what choice does he have? he is the humanoid typhoon after all. wherever he goes, chaos and calamity always followed suit-

"Ah! there's my man!" 'Correction: one more drink and a chat and I'm heading out ' he scoffed at himself for not finishing his drink sooner.

"How are ya holding up, Stampede?!" Mr. Davis gave a hard smack on the young man's back out of drunken well-wishes, nearly spilling his drink over -not that Vash minded the rough treatment.-

"Well on my fifth mug sir, starting to get woozy by the minute! hahaha!" Vash sheepishly laughed masking yet another lie behind that innocent smile of his. Vash Knows he can handle his alcohol fairly well and if he planned on slipping past the crowd without seeming rude, he'd first have to take out the "drunkard's pass card" by convincing Mr. Davis and Everyone else that he was about to pass out.

"Nah! I Hoped you ain't that drunk yet son. you still hadn't received your reward!" Mr. Davis waves a hand and guffawed.

"Gee, thanks but you shouldn't have! the bourbon was enough really." Stampede shook his head and gestured to his nearly empty pint.

"Nonsense! you've done so much for this town and the least we can do is return the favor, my boy!"

"it's-" before he could continue to protest, His gaze caught sight of a fine young lady striding towards his direction. 'Oh boy. this again. ' Vash Gulped.

"I just wanna make sure you're well taken care of while you're here."

"Thank you but I'm too drunk for this-"

"Even better. that way you'll enjoy the night." Mr. Davis ruffles his hair and guffaws once more.

" Oh and don't worry about the room. it's on the house." he winked, gave Vash one more reassuring pat on the shoulder, and sauntered off back into the rowdy crowd without waiting for the young man's reply.

for an extended time, the pair exchanged pleasantries and a few more drinks with the lady who introduced herself as Y/N and not too long after, found each other's company quite enjoyable.

-. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -. -

"Look, I'm sorry you had to be dragged into this-"

the sound of laughter and celebration continued to reverberate from the walls of his room. Vash ended up staying for the night after all. He'd hate to come off as rude and on the plus side, her company was too good, it'd be a waste to leave so abruptly. Similar to any other celebration held for him, this is what he gets for being too much of a saint.

"not at all. I volunteered and am happy to serve you tonight." Y/N innocently smiled, unbothered by the situation they are both in at the moment.

Vash wasn't one to fluster so easily, especially in these sorts of events but with the way she assured him, it somehow caught him off guard. Granted, this wasn't his first devil's tango but because of a certain flaw he has, he was often left with a cold bed to sleep on and a space to wake up next to. which is why he'd rather pull the 'yeah-I'm- too-drunk-for-this ' card and dissuade the ladies before anything could happen and spare himself the repulsed looks on their faces.

But this felt... a bit different.

"In any case..." Y/N steps closer, peaking from behind her lashes as a way of seeking permission from the humanoid typhoon. "Shall we begin?"

gingerly she hovered one hand over his chest, patiently waiting for a response, not wanting to give the impression that his discomfort was unconsidered by her.

'Just a few minutes of making out and we're done.' Vash relents and leans down, planting a chaste kiss on her lips 'just like always' he whispers inwardly.

Y/N returns the kiss and slowly-albeit hesitantly- presses herself against him. Vash hadn't realized he'd been unconsciously putting a gap between them until his back made contact with the wall. however, as soon as they hit a full stop, Y/N didn't persist in leaning against him. instead, she turned her head to one side, presenting her neck to him for the taking if he so wished to.

this, in turn, made Vash curse under labored breaths.

Granted, Vash does find the company of women enjoyable at some point, but Y/N? If magic was real, she made him feel BEWITCHED.

From her scent to her delicate gestures, even down to her faint and soft sighs, alcohol may have had something to do with his current state but only the gods know what those little things she's been doing have done to him.

although those thoughts can only go so far.

the marksman snapped back from his euphoric trance the moment he felt cold fingers pinch the hem of his shirt.

He reflexively caught her wrist and held her in place. The sudden action startled Y/N and she took a slight step back.

“Was- was it not to your liking?” she choked, confused about what she did wrong.

Now feeling responsible for his actions, Vash quickly scrambled for words to reassure her. “What? N-no! no, you did nothing wrong at all! It’s just… ah hahaha…” his hand found its way to the back of his neck, a habit he’d been doing whenever he struggled to find the right words to explain his behavior. He sighed. “I’m… I’m just not as pretty under these clothes… hahaha…”

He didn’t want to bring this up. But with what little choice he had, he’d have to bite the bullet, hope that this will be enough to discourage her and just leave rather than let her see what horrible visage his body had become. Worse still, is when she’d feel threatened by him.

“I see…” Y/N sighed

Before Vash could scoff at himself, he froze as Y/N gingerly took his prosthetic hand in her small ones, raised it to her lips and planted a gentle kiss on a knuckle, and spoke:

“I understand if you don’t want to do things you’re uncomfortable with,” She then moved his hand close to her chest, basically putting it right on her heart. “But at least allow me to grant you your reward for saving my town and its people. And I wouldn’t mind if you keep them on at all.” Y/N then leans once more and gave his cheek a tender peck, followed by a small, earnest smile. She was adamant to see her duties though but she was also ready to stop if he so wished to. In truth, Y/N wondered how far she could go to please him. For now, she continued where they left off by giving him another kiss.

The more he let her words seep into his head, the more he allowed the kiss to deepen, returning it with slowly growing vigor.

Now that He’s given it more thought, how long has it been since he’s last intimate with a woman? The answers were far too faded over time. One he decided not to revisit.

‘Give yourself a break. It’s not every day someone’s willing to give you company.’

To his surprise, the kiss abruptly broke when he felt like he landed on some cushions under him. He hadn’t realized that while his mind was elsewhere, Y/N led him to the couch and got him to sit. Before he could comment on it, Y/N had already proceeded to undo her hair as well as a couple of buttons from her shirt. Her now exposed collar bone dusted with a faint pink blush, left Vash’s throat dryer than the deserts of Gunsmoke.

He gave his hand to her, inviting her onto his lap, and in return, she took the offer, placing the other hand on his chest for support.

They resumed where they left off, leaving kisses on each other’s skins, rewarding each other with sighs of contentment and blooming ecstasy; now with better access to height, Y/N plants another kiss on Vash’s temple, trailing to his cheek, and his jaw. Y/N hooked a finger on the hem of his turtle neck collar to see if he’d protested like before. To her relief, Vash only gave an approving mewl. Y/N smiled and pulled down his collar just a little bit, enough that she could access his pulse and spoil it with kisses.

Vash sucked in a breath, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her closer to him in the process when-

“oh?” Y/N giggled, her eyes staring down at something other than his own. He froze. He knew exactly what she was, looking at. Turns out Vash wasn’t the only one getting excited tonight. Y/N snickered at Vash for becoming a blushing mess.

“Your call Mr. Stampede.” ‘please don’t say my name like that!’

“Uhhh… a little help?” ‘Vash! You idiot!’

Y/N smiles.

“Then if you’ll excuse me,” Y/n announces, beginning to move her hips on his little companion. Vash would have already spewed a string of prayers if it weren’t for Y/N’s lips being in the way that all he could do was let her swallow his moans.

Each sway of her hips was driving him even deeper into the abyss that is lust, every friction clouding his judgments and granting his hands a mind of their own, haphazardly pulling aside what little clothes he could easily remove from her just to get access to her skin. Her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, and her chest- anything to satiate his growing need to take her.

By gods, he was getting close! His skin began to sear due to pent-up frustration from within his core and worsened by the intoxicating touch he continues to receive from Y/N.

Should he end it here? Yeah. That would be better. If they stop here, he’d have time to leave before dawn. Yeah. That’s the plan…

That was the plan.

“ Wait-“

“Stam- wha-!!“

With a swift move, Vash interrupts her with a kiss and then led her to stand.  Y/N felt Vash slowly lowering himself, all the while leaving kisses from her jaw, neck, collar bone, shoulder, her harms, and down to her wrist until his knees met the hard wooden floor.

“May I?” He inquired, taking the hem of her skirt in between his fingers and meeting her eyes. Y/N smiled. “Proceed, Mr. Stampede.” With that, Vash hoists one leg over his shoulder and disappears under her petticoat.

Not long after, Y/N was reduced to a mess of gasps and pleasured moans. Vash’s tongue worked wonders on her; constantly stealing her breath out from her lungs, her voice always finding ways to escape her throat which gave him his vigor and appetite. He was thankful he skipped dinner.

At this point, Y/N could no longer hold her weight as she reached her first climax, causing her knees to buckle under her yet Vash had already long kept her propped up with ease as if she weighed nothing to him.

“heh. There we go~” Vash was pleased with himself for giving you the first finish.

“St- Stampede…” Y/N stammered and could do nothing but a gesture to the bed. “Please.” She added. Vash kissed her inner thigh and escorted her to the bed as requested.

Vash Found one of her fingers hooked on the belt loop of his pants, eagerly pulling the layer of hindrance, “May I?” this time, it was Y/N’s turn to ask for the same request as Vash did before.

He nods in approval, allowing her to undo his belt and finally meet his little partner. He was unexpectedly girthy.

“Charming”

“Thank you”

Vash leans in for another kiss, this time it was at a gentler pace. He’d hope that by doing so, Y/N would be put at ease before finally committing to the full copulation.

He aligned himself with her but paused.

‘damn… never knew I’d be able to get to this point again… what if…?’  Vash inwardly thought. Just then, Y/N’s small yet warm fingers caress his cheek and gave him a tender, reassuring smile, and said “It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.” With that, he began slowly pushing in.

Every succeeding inch being pushed in caused Y/N’s back to arch from the bed, and for every succeeding length, Vash had to suck air through his teeth. He felt as though he finally hilted in her and curiously looked down to see his work. It turns out, he had already reached Y/N’s cervix without being fully sheathed yet.

‘Fuuuuuuuuckkk that’s cute’

In a haze, Y/N completely misread his pause as hesitation and assured him again that he could move. Vash was about to correct her but thought against it to not dampen the mood.

The pace was slow at first. no rush. Just completely focus on giving each other as much pleasure as they can possibly give one another. As Y/N begins to get used to him, her insides begin to memorize his shape. But as their hearts begin beating faster, their breaths more ragged and labored, blood boiling hotter, so too was their pace, each time Vash pulls out and reenters her, his shaft slowly fits in her and finally, she fully sheaths his length, finally completely connected for the first time.

“V- Vah- hah – sh… Ah!” Y/N mewled his name, her voice felt like a prayer to him. The kind that would haunt him in his sleep. Oh, the dangerous game she unknowingly made him play. It did nothing but stoke his roaring flames even more.  

Speaking of which, Vash was beginning to feel overwhelmed by how hot the room has become and it wasn’t helping that his clothes were in the way. Lost in the heat, he had completely forgotten why he kept them on in the first place, far too lost in his heated pleasure with this terrifyingly bewitching woman, and tore his shirt off. It gave him only but a brief moment of relief before he realized what he had done.

His blood ran cold, his body frozen in place, inwardly cursing himself for getting carried away. At this point, he can do nothing but anticipate Y/N’s expressions contorting into something of disgust or fear. Either way, he’d accept his fate, come what may.

In a blur, he now found himself underneath Y/N.

“How-?” Vash couldn’t finish his words when he saw the glint in her eyes. Keenly, intently, adoringly scanning every scab and scar that was ever present on his skin. She looked so wild but ethereal under the glow of the moonlight. Vash had forgotten they were even connected until Y/N began moving again, the sudden movement earned a surprised gasp from his lips.

“Gods you’re Beautiful.” Her voice was dripping with venom and lust, and a new wave of heat and passion bloomed from within her core. But Vash was too focused on what she called him… ‘beautiful’

Memories of when he first laid bare to a partner in bed pierced his thoughts. Of when he has bestowed a myriad of names, ones that aren’t pretty, to say the least. Memories of when he woke up to an empty bed, of when he was lied to and left alone to have no one to love.

Before the tears could form in his eyes, Y/N had already kissed them away then her lips moved to a small scar nearby, smiling with every scar kissed in her wake, each lovingly treated as though they were fragile, especially the ones that looked new or recent, afraid that they’d hurt if she was too rough.

“Your beautiful as you are, Vash the Stampede.” The way she whispered his name wasn’t of fear but of love. One he hadn’t heard of since his childhood, a hundred or so years ago.

Stampede stirs awake, feeling the sun's rays hit his lids. He rolled over to one side of the bed, hoping he’d find Y/N still sleeping next to him… only he rolled onto another space.

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Feeling dejected, Vash sighed and rolled onto his back, covering an arm over his eyes in a pathetic attempt to hide his own emotions but failed, now fighting back hot tears and chuckling to himself.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Vash heaved a bleak sigh.

Vash gave himself all to her that night. Each wound was mended with her warm touch, that night, The humanoid Typhoon was but a calm breeze.

“What is?”

Vash bolted up from the bed, scanning the room to find the owner of the voice in disbelief. There, Y/N stood by the bathroom door, wearing nothing but the large red coat that Vash had discarded the night before.

At first, Y/N looked confused by his reaction but when her eyes landed on the fluffy blonde mess atop his head, she puffed a small laugh. She then strode towards the bewildered man, cupping his cheek as she reached him and planted a warm, loving kiss on his forehead.

“I suppose the bourbon hasn’t completely left your system yet.” Y/N beams sweetly to him and smooths his tangled golden locks “get dressed and let's get something to eat-“

“tell-!” Vash yelped, a bit of panic in his voice. Feeling responsible all of a sudden.

“Tell me if your stomach hurts okay? If you need anything, let me know!” his hands found her elbows, gently pulling her close to him. “if the baby bothers you just call-“ Y/N interrupts him, giggling in the process. “Slow down, Vash! You know it will take a while to confirm it right?” Y/N was reduced to a giggling mess.

“I… I knew that.” Vash cleared his throat.  “Unless…” Y/N leans into his ear and whispers; “You’d want a little stampede running around, I could gladly give one to you.”

She was right, the alcohol wasn’t fully out of his system yet.

END.

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[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Fucked Up

Intrulogical (Remus & Logan)

Content: Intox Play (Being high and drunk), anal sex, dubious consent (because of the intox)

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Logan wants to be completely mindless when having sex with his husband, and Remus has the perfect way to execute that plan.

Thank u @pupplaylogan and @anxiousgaypanicking for beta-ing :3

One and Two and a Three, Four and,

One e and a Two e and a Three and a Four e a-

Remus mentally counted as his arms slammed the drumsticks down along to the track he was playing with. Virgil had sent over a few recordings of songs he’d been working on and wanted him to see if he had a beat to match it. During their jam sessions he normally kicked things off (no pun intended) and had others match his sounds, so it was a nice challenge to find what would work when someone else began. However, he had been at this for the last hour and lost track of the time.

Normally this would not have been an issue at all, but his husband, Logan, worked out of their home, and had a meeting starting rather soon. Remus was lucky to have taken his headphones off and put his sticks down for a quick break by the time Logan knocked.

“Who is it?” He called in a sing-song voice.

Logan opened the door, “The only other person that lives in this house, Remus.”

“You could have been a serial killer. Or arguably worse, the FBI with my search history!” He grinned, “Whatcha need, Lo?”

“Quiet, just for the next 45 minutes while I’m in a meeting.” 

“Boooooringggg. You should skip it and we should get fucked up tonight instead.”

Logan simply rolled his eyes, something he found himself doing quite often around his spouse, “My attendance is required, seeing as I’m the one who called it. However, there is something I would…like to discuss with you afterward.”

“Ooooo a sexy something.” Remus retorted with glee.

“How did you-”

“You paused, and you’re blushing. And you’re lucky you only need to show your waist and up for work because I think I just saw your dick twitch too-”

“Ok, enough, I’ll come when I’m done.”

“You’ll come when I say you can!”

“Goodbye.” Logan huffed, walking away without closing the door, leaving Remus chuckling to himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan sighed as he ended the meeting. He powered down his laptop since the call was the last task to be completed as far as work was concerned. Now came the daunting task of having a conversation with Remus. He loved him, deeply, for his outspoken and, some would say, disturbing tendencies, but he’d never met anyone so accepting and understanding of his own struggles with societal norms than him. And while he’s also never felt more comfortable discussing sex with a partner, he always feels the pang of nervousness one feels right before he’s planning to propose something to him.

But, like he does, Logan stands from his desk to face his lover. He finds him moved out of their shared room for hobbies and instead lounging on the sofa of their living room. He clears his throat to grab Remus’ attention before he sits beside him.

“Is it kinky time now?” Remus asks as he sits up, eager to hear what Logan has to say.

“If you are asking if now is the time I wish to propose a scene, then yes, it is indeed ‘kinky time’.” He answers. 

Remus flops down into the lap of his husband, turning to look up at him, “Hit me with it, Logie!” 

“Well, I was doing some research-”

“-Looking at porn.”

“I- um… I suppose you could consider it pornography.” Logan mutters, “Anyway, I came across a fetish known as intox play, which I believe stands for intoxicatio-”

“Ooooo, you want me to get you all shitfaced before fucking your brains out?” Remus asks bluntly.

Logan rubs his temples before looking down at his lover, “Yes, I would like to be inebriated during sex.”

Remus sticks his tongue out cheekily, “Spicy. I like it.”

“You’re already brainstorming some ideas?”

“Oh honey, we could try it tonight if you’d let me. You wanna talk about what’s on and off the table?”

“Very much so. Just make sure I don’t fully blackout. I’d like to remember this for the future.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After their negotiation, they decided how the rest of the night would go. Remus already planned to make dinner, but now he’d be sure to fix Logan’s food with some extra ingredients. Logan was to read in the living room and relax (see: pregame) with a tall glass of wine in the meantime. The wait for food wasn’t long, and Logan hardly felt tipsy after his drink, so he hoped Remus’ cooking would pack the punch he desired.

When he was called to the dining room, Logan hadn’t expected Remus to have set the table so nicely. The runner had been laid out smoothly over the top, with lit candles on either side of the centerpiece. Remus sat at one end of the table, while a vacant seat on the opposite side waited for Logan. He took his seat and glanced at the spread of food: a mound of cheesy pasta sat waiting upon his plate, buttery garlic bread, some broccolini with plenty of seasoning, and a large glass of…juice? Likely a cocktail of whatever liquor they had on hand blended with mixers of Remus’ choosing.

“This looks lovely, dear. Thank you.” Logan said, sitting down and picking up his fork.

“Thank you, Lo-Lo. Tell me how it tastes?”

Logan cautiously took a forkful of the pasta to his mouth. The taste of cannabis was difficult to conceal in most cases, and though he could detect it, it hardly took away from the decadent flavor of the dish. He swallowed and hummed, “It’s delightful.”

The side dishes were similar, and whatever spirit was in his drink was masked by the taste of a mix of tropical fruit juice. Normally Logan preferred his drinks on the bitterer side, but the concoction somehow managed to be sweet and tart to his liking. Soon his plate was clear and his drink was empty.

“Dinner was wonderful.” Logan said, rising from his chair. As he did, a wave of dizziness washed over him, disorienting him momentarily. That drink must have been stronger than he thought, “Thank you, again.”

“My pleasure, baby.” Remus flashed a smile, “Say, why don’t we go to the kitchen. I have a surprise for you.”

Logan nodded and carried his dishes to their destination. As he walked in, he noticed the plate with thumbprint cookies piled high atop the counter. 

“This is the surprise, then?” He said, placing his items in the sink.

“Mhm, C’mere.” Remus beckoned him over to himself, picking up one of the treats, “Open up!”

Logan obeyed, allowing Remus to feed him. The jam in the center melted in his mouth and the cookie itself had just the right amount of softness.

“Oh, wow.” Logan spoke once he consumed the treat.

Remus snickered, “I’ll take that as you like them?”

“Very much so.”

“Good, have another.” 

This went on for two more cookies. It suddenly occurred to Logan to ask about the dose of THC in his food.

“Remus, how potent was the food?” 

“For me? Zero. I’m stone cold sober right now.” He wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist, “For you? Probably about twenty, twenty five milligrams?”

“And the drink?”

“About three shots.”

“Oh.”

“Oh yeah baby,” He leaned in close and kissed Logan’s temple, “You’re gonna be real fucked up tonight.”

Remus took his hand and led him out to their living room once again. He sat them both down on the couch and had Logan cuddle into his side, grabbing the remote and clicking on the TV to watch something with his partner, settling on a comedy they’d both seen a thousand times. 

At the end of a thirty minute episode, he glanced down at Logan, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, but not high. Just a little drunk.”

Remus giggled, petting his hair, “Yeah? What’s your color right now?”

“Oh, still very very green.” Logan hummed.

“Well let’s let all that fun stuff settle into your system before we have some fun.”

Logan whined, slumping into Remus. They watched on a little more, with Logan fully laying in Remus’ lap by the end. He’d turned away from the television and towards the man, beginning to play with the hem of his shirt a bit. Remus let him, only occasionally looking down to check in on his lover. After a few minutes, he felt Logan stop fidgeting, and instead found him brushing his fingertips over his knuckles with a large grin plastered on his face. Oh yeah. He was fucked up now.

“Hey Logie?”

No response.

“Lo.” He tried again to no avail.

“Logan.” Remus said, taking his hands in his own.

“Oh. Hi Remus.” Logan slurred back.

“Hey baby.” He smiled back, “Whatcha doing?”

Logan looked at him, confused, then glanced back at his hands, “My fingers felt weird. So I wanted to check on them.”

“Yeah? How about you sit up for me right now?”

He did, or at least tried to, before he slumped against Remus once again.

“I wanna be flat right now.” Logan pouted.

“Why don’t we try being flat in bed right now.” He suggested in return. He hauled Logan to his feet, helping him stumble down the hallway and to their bedroom.

Remus guided him to the bed with little resistance, flopping his body onto the soft sheets. He pulled his shoes and pants off for him, hauling his legs up onto the bed as well. God, laid out and staring up at the ceiling with an unfocused expression, Logan looked so blissful. A dopey smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes.

Clicking on the LED lights wrapped around the headboard, Remus set them to a soft blue color- his husband’s favorite, “Hey hey hey, no closing your eyes now. We’re gonna do one last thing before it’s sleepytime.”

“Huh?”

Remus kneeled on the bed and pulled off his shirt, revealing an expanse of tan skin that’d been scared and tattooed to the high heavens.

“Don’t you remember, baby? I’m gonna make you feel even better than you feel now. Fuck away allllll those thoughts.”

“Oh.” Logan smiled to himself, “Mkay.”

With some odd maneuvering, he managed to work his pants off by himself. Normally Logan blushed and covered himself with blankets until they were ready, so seeing him shamelessly stripping himself allowed a rush of arousal to surge through Remus’ veins. Once he laid naked on the bed, Remus was straddling him and groping all over his body.

“Fuck, just look at you. My little nerd reduced to nothing from a little weed and a few drinks.” He grinned, thumbing over Logan’s exposed chest. The touch felt buzzy through the haze of intoxication. Logan ground his hips up against Remus and arched into the feeling, wanting the other to get on with it.

“Eager too, huh?” Remus chuckled, moving to the nightstand to grab their lube, “Wait a little longer, and in no time I promise to make you completely mindless.”

He moved to sit in between Logan’s legs, hiking one of them up over his shoulder and pulling the other’s hips toward him. He squeezed a bit of the viscous liquid from their bottle of lube over his fingers, dipping them down to his husband’s hole and teasing him.

Logan let out a needy keen. His current position limited his movement, and his inebriation didn’t help at all. He wished Remus would just get on with it already, but the words that left his mouth expressing that statement were more along the lines of, “Now.”

“So bossy.” Remus chided, “Beg.”

“Remusssss.”

“You can do better than that~”

“Ughhh.” Logan huffed, “Please just- fuck me.”

“Hmm. I’ll be nice this time. Only ‘cause you’re so cute…and fucked up.” He started working a finger inside him, making sure to stretch the muscle and slick him up properly. The rumors he’d heard about alcohol hindering a guy's performance in bed seemed to be disproved with the way that Logan was already hard just from being fingered. As he stretched him, he made sure to find the spot that sparked pleasure in his veins. Logan whined, less out of need and more out of impatience. He wanted Remus in him twenty minutes ago.

Once Remus felt that he was suitably stretched, he pulled his fingers out and wiped the excess lube on his stomach. His hands, shaking with excitement, undid the button and zipper on his pants and quickly pulled out his length. He didn’t bother shucking them off, not when Logan was laid out beneath him and looking desperate.

He put a bit more of the lube on his cock before lining up, waiting a moment before pushing in.

“Tell me you want it.” He breathed, looking Logan dead in the eyes.

“I-I want it, Remus, please.” 

That was all it took for him to slide into his husband with a slow exhale. It took a moment for Logan to register the action, but when the feeling of fullness hit him, he let out a choked moan. It was difficult to focus on the sensation, but he felt like it was consuming him- in a good way, of course.

Above him, Remus sighed at the warmth and tightness enveloping his cock. He didn’t move for a while to let both him and Logan adjust to the feeling. With Remus’ high libido and Logan’s curiosity towards new experiences in the bedroom, their sex life never failed to be exciting, and this time proved no different. He wondered how Logan would look when he was close, would he even know? Or would he be too distracted to listen to his body? 

He leaned down and kissed him passionately, Logan caught off guard by the action. The taste of his wine still lingered on his tongue, making Remus deepen the kiss to savor the flavor. He used this as an opportunity to rock his hips in and out of his husband as well.

Logan let out muffled whines into Remus’ mouth. Everything felt both dulled and heightened at the same time. He was hyper aware of the heat between their bodies and the pure arousal that pulsed inside him every time Remus grinded down into him.

After what seemed like forever, Remus pulled away, resting on his forearms over Logan.

“You don’t even fucking know how much I want to wreck you right now Lolo. God, you look just helpless under me, huh?”

“I-” Logan slurred, trying to focus on a response, “Hnng-!”

“Awe, am I making you feel so good you can’t speak?” Remus teased, picking up his pace, “Are you drunk from so much alcohol, or my cock driving into you over and over?”

Logan moaned as Remus hit his prostate once he’d angled himself to be thrusting into it. If he could see himself, eyes lidded in pleasure and body limp except for what the other was supporting, he would have cringed in embarrassment. But now he could hardly think about anything but the bliss of mindless pleasure. 

As he continued to rock his hips into him, Remus groaned. On any other day, he would have leaned down and placed marks up and down Logan’s body. Hell, he would have had him tied up and choking on him too, but his husband’s safety and comfort came first. And besides, this felt just as good as fucking him after reducing him to a mess any other way. 

Remus readjusted so that both of Logan’s legs were wrapped around his midsection, and so that his hand was stroking the other’s dick. The new sensations had Logan spinning and staring up at his husband in awe.

He pumped the other’s length at the same pace at which he thrusted into him. He was groaning through gritted teeth as pearls of precome leaked from Logan’s cock. 

“You’re gorgeous as hell, Lo. I love getting to fuck you and take care of you like this- oh fuck.” He moaned out powerfully. 

Logan cried out in response. It was all so much and it felt like Remus was overwhelming him in the best way possible. The lust bubbled up inside him as he looked at the other. He didn’t even realize he was close until a whine ripped itself from his throat and he came over his stomach.

Remus didn’t slow down, he just smiled and sped up his thrusts, “G-good boy, so pretty coming for me. I’m close, Lo.”

He forced Logan’s hips to slam back on his cock, using his hole as if he were a toy. In a few more thrusts, he was filling the other with his seed and grunting as he came.

Remus panted, coming down from his high. Sweat adorned his brow and his muscles ached from stress. He looked down at Logan, who looked just about asleep already, causing him to snicker softly.

“Hey, no sleeping yet, lemme get a plug in you first at least.”

Logan just hummed in response, shutting his eyes. Normally after sex he pressured Remus to wipe them down with a wet rag so they wouldn’t get sheets dirtier than they already were, but now he couldn’t find himself caring enough to even move.

In the morning, they’d probably be nursing Logan’s considerable hangover, cleaning up from the night’s activities, and talking over what went right and wrong. A day of aftercare was likely in order after such a scene. But Logan knew he’d be pampered, and Remus loved to shower him in such affection, and the two would sleep contently knowing what was to come.

[danime25]

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Gavin plays a trick on Ray one night after drinks. Ray gets a little bit more than he bargained for.

*Content/Tags: Fluff and Smut, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Shameless Smut, Sex, PWP, TW: Vomit

*Rating: E for Mature Explicit Content

*Status: Oneshot Drabble/Complete

Author's Note: Never did I think I would be writing for such a small fandom but that's okay! I've got no justification for why I thought Angus Sampson in this movie was hot and needed to write this fic about him. But this is for all (2) other people out there that saw the Mule and were like "oh what a tall and pathetic looking man, I need to sleep with him". Enjoy!

“Come on. Let’s get you to a hotel, mate.” Gavin laughed. He’d never seen Ray so shitfaced in his fucking life. Normally the guy could hold his weight in beers, like it was drinking water but Gavin may have slipped some vodka and a strong Korean liquor in between cans of the cheapest stuff money could buy. He guided his friend into a cab and told the driver just to get them to a place before Ray threw up in the back. The driver seemed pissed by the request, but hurried them to a decent enough place nearby. Gavin shoved Ray out of the cab and into the lobby, wrestling some money out from Ray’s pocket. He made a gesture that equated to ‘Get a load of this bloke’ as Ray hunched over against a wall on the other side of the lobby. There’s no way that the front desk clerk could read this as a hook-up. Just a bro looking out for his mate, right? Ray stifled some vomiting noises behind him before swooped under Ray’s arms and guided him to the room that he had paid for. They barely crossed the threshold of the room when Ray ran as best he could in his inebriated state over to the toilet. He wretched and Gavin stood silently in the entryway. He wasn’t sure if he should ask if Ray was going to be okay, or say something biting about the fact that his friend hasn’t thrown up like this since they were barely teens sneaking a beer from Ray’s stepfather’s stash. When the gagging noises had stopped he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and asked,

“You gonna be alright there?”

“Never better.” Ray responded dryly, wiping the remnants off the side of his mouth. He took the cleaner looking rag and wet it under the sink before cleaning his face off. He looked in the mirror at his sunken in eyes as Gavin slapped his back, bringing up a whole new wave of nausea. He glared at the other man before saying, “I’m never going to another one of your fucking parties, mate.”

“C’mon you’ll be at my next one.” Gavin nudged him again. He shoved back against his friends touch, pushing him out the door, “Right. Get some sleep and in the morning you can get back round to your mum’s house.”

“See you later.” Ray closed the door behind Gavin’s back and flopped onto the bed. His head was swimming still as he laid there, shutting his eyes tight so as to try and focus on something that wasn’t his current state. He took one more deep breath before he was knocked out without his realizing. He jolted up from the bed when he heard the sound of knocking on his door.

“Hello?” The voice asked. It was soft, but it definitely could still be Gavin playing a prank on him.

“Gav, go away.”

“Room service.” The voice called back

“Gav, I’m really not in the fucking mood.” He strode across the room, nearly ripping the door off its hinges as he was about to tear into his fuckhead of a friend for interrupting him while he slept. Only to see a woman standing before him. “Oh. Sorry. Thought you were someone else.”

“You’re Ray?” She asked him, her hand hovering over the center of his chest while she waited for a response. He raised an eyebrow before nodding his head slowly. He was pushed back into his room by her fingertips and shoved onto his bed. She worked her jacket off over her shoulder and let the fabric fall onto the floor. He looked at her absolutely dumbfounded before asking,

“What are you here for?”

“Your friend ordered me. Said you could use a good time.”

Ray just blinked a couple of times before breaking into an apology, “Miss, I’m sorry. Really I am but I’m trying to get over this hangover and my piece of shit friend did this as a prank probably…”

“Then let’s try and enjoy this in spite of him.” She leaned into his personal space before pressing her lips onto his. His lips were still for a moment, thankful he had taken the time to clean his face before passing out. With a slight hesitation he put a hand on her neck and started mashing their lips together. She pulled away from him and ran her thumb over his lips, “No offense, but your friend was right saying you weren’t well practiced.” She smiled, “Almost like I’m taking your virginity.” He kept his mouth shut. He wouldn’t confirm or deny it, or at least he thought he couldn’t. Rather he would change the topic,

“You’ve got a lovely accent.” He looked up at her as her fingers kept toying with the edge of his mouth

“Thank you.” She laughed in earnest, “You might be my easiest lay, but you’re pretty damn sweet.”

“Thank you, I think.” He replied. She eased her hands onto his shoulders and guided him down onto his back, his legs propped up over the side of the bed. She rested on top of his center and pushed herself down into him for some friction. His hands darted to her hips, resting on her soft curves. He bit down on his lip and a finger trailed under his chin, forcing his gaze back up to her. She took his hands and moved them up her back and let his hand hover over the clasps to her bra. He took her cue and unhooked the garment slowly. He slipped a finger underneath the strap and helped to ease it off her body. His hands moved to her front, cupping her breasts between his hands. She leaned in closer to him as she kissed him. It felt chaste. Her hand rested on his chest as she tilted her head the other way. Her hand shifted to the back of his neck. She forced him back down onto his back as they were linked by their lips.

“We can do more than just make-out, you know” she grinned at him

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do that” he nodded, pulling away from her again to lift his shirt off over his head and throwing it to the floor. He brought his fingers down quickly to his belt, fumbling to get the buckle undone. She pressed a kiss onto his cheek and delicately swatted his hands away before unlocking it and pulling it off his body in one long movement. If he weren’t using his hands to keep himself upright enough to look at her, he’d almost clap. He shook that thought immediately out of his head as he dove right in for another kiss from her. She slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles and shimmied down his body. She laid one hand down next to Ray’s outside thigh and used her dominate hand to wrap around his semi-erect dick. After a couple of quick pumps and some kisses as Ray tried to avoid making direct eye contact with the woman servicing him, she got up from the bed. Ray let out a whine that he tried desperately to suck back in as she smirked and reached into her purse. She pulled a tube out and brought it back over to Ray. He made a low whimper as strands from her hair brushed across his bare shoulder. She covered him in the lube and a condom before thrusting herself onto him. His hand darted up across her back as she took him deeper into herself. She thrusted hard into his lap, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. He moaned as he pushed her further down onto him. His grasp was firm on her ass as she slowly started to move. He wanted to please her. He wanted her to cum because of him… he might not be her best lay but he wanted her to be happy. He carefully pushed her down so that she would stop bouncing on him and she gave him a look. Rather than answer with words, he shoved his head in between her breasts. His lips moved across the fat before he latched onto her tit. His tongue lapped at the sensitive skin and she let out a moan from deep within her chest.

“So good…” She whispered. She continued to ride him, speeding up as she felt Ray’s hands squirm across her back. She bit down on his lip ever so slightly while kissing him until he came into the condom. While she rode him until he was spent, her hand slid across his chest. He looked at her with big eyes after she had gotten off his lap and curled up next to him. She held onto his arm for a moment and returned his gaze. He cautiously pressed his lips onto the crown of her head and snaked his fingers through hers, connecting them. “Not too bad…” She started, about to tell him that he could use some more practice but decided against it at the last second.

“I thought it was nice.” Ray shrugged, “You looked lovely.”

“Thank you.” She rolled onto her side and looked at the clock. She let out a sigh and slowly got up from the bed. Ray instinctively reached out to her and held her down. She leaned back into him and gave him a kiss on the lips,

“I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“I know…” He let go of her before she leaned in once more. He pursed his lips expecting another kiss before she said

“Y’know I wouldn’t mind seeing you again… outside of work.”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah. Like a date.” Her whole body’s expression softened. Like she was a woman in that moment and not a worker that Gavin had payed for. “Do you have a pager?”

“No… but I could give you my number.” He got up from the bed and grabbed a piece of toilet paper. He ran back and shoved himself back into his pants before rummaging through the hotel room to find something to write down his number. He found a pen in the bedside counter and scribbled furiously. When he tore through the paper he looked for a more solid piece. He ripped a corner off a page from the hotel directory and handed it to her. She pulled out her wallet and carefully tucked it into a side pocket. “Thank you, y’know. For not throwing it away immediately.”

She frowned a little bit as he said that. “I’d never… could I call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. You could do that.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to you then.” She smiled and slipped out of the hotel room. After getting his shirt back on he walked out of the hotel room himself and tried to orient where he was. He stepped outside the hotel and looked around, figuring out he was on the way other side of town from his mother’s house. After scrounging up enough money from his pockets he got in a taxi and went back to his home.

“There you are, Ray. Where the hell have you been all night?” His mom asked him out of concern. He brushed it off with a couple of non-committal responses before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and saying that he had to go to bed after the night he had out with Gavin. “Always in trouble that one. His mum would be rolling over in her grave if she could see him.”

“Yeah. Good night, Mum.” Gavin replied and walked off to his room. No sooner was he asleep before he heard the sound of the phone ringing coming from the kitchen.

“Well I don’t know if he’s available right now, love…” He heard his mother’s muffled voice on the other side of his door. He quickly swung the door open and walked quickly to the kitchen, stealing the phone from his mother’s hand. He cleared his throat before talking into the receiver

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Ray?” The familiar voice asked. It sounded fraught with anticipation as she waited to make sure she’d gotten the right number

“Yeah this is.” He smiled into the phone

“Told you I’d call tomorrow.” She laughed quietly, “Anyway, I was calling to see if you’d still like to go on that date… now that you’re probably sober.” Her voice trailed. He didn’t need her to finish whatever it was she was going to say

“Yeah. Yeah I’d like that. I’m pretty free most nights.”

“I’m free on Thursday, if that’s alright with you?”

“I have a football…” He started, “But actually, yeah. I’ll be free.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” He could feel the warmth of her smile on the other end

“See you.” He held onto the plastic object in his hand before putting it back onto the wall

“Who was that?” His mother asked

“Wrong number.” He replied. It wasn’t a very convincing lie

“Awfully long for a wrong number.” She replied back. She wasn’t fooled. He shrugged it off and sat at the couch in front of the family TV. He grinned as he thought about taking her out for the night. For once, he’d have something to thank Gavin for the next time they saw each other.

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anything Carc because the Carc you wrote was hot af (I can’t choose a trope, I would love all of them) (putting this in anon to follow the rules but I suppose you know who that is ahah)

haha yeah i think i know who you are 😘 and thank you so much ❤️ i have couple things in my wips but that's for future when (if) i finish them.

okay i managed to whip this teeeny tiny thing for you. i don't know if you'll like it but hopefully yes <3 oh and we are ignoring their schedules for the sake of this pwp.

It was a miracle Marc could attend F1 weekend with Carlos – with both of their schedules packed full, almost always on the opposite side of the other. However, Carlos was very glad they've synced it all in the end.

Especially now, when he has Marc sitting on his cock, squirming and humming at Carlos' every slight shift.

Marc has his face tucked in the crook of Carlos' neck, hot air hitting his skin with his every breath. Carlos loves the proximity and heat from Marc’s body so close to his. After so long of not seeing each other, this is the best way to spend the time.

Marc is hard – his dick dark red and leaking against Carlos' stomach, making a mess on his red t-shirt. MM93 red t-shirt that Marc threw at him after the shower. “It’s only Wednesday, you don’t have to wear Ferrari yet.”

Carlos did not even bother to strip after Marc suggested their, let’s say activity for the evening. He knows his boyfriend loves to see him in his clothes, even more then they’re tiny, hugging Carlos’ chest so perfectly it almost makes Marc visibly drool.

Deep guttural groan leaves his lips when Marc clenches around him, his hand immediately going to grab his hip in bruising grip, “fuck, don’t do that, or we won’t be here for long.”

Carlos is honestly impressed by Marc’ self-control. Despite the fact his dick is begging for attention and from time to time Carlos inside him brushes his prostate, he’s fairly calm. He’s not sure how long it’s been, but he feels like he himself might explode soon.

He feels Marc drop a small kiss on his neck and then move away to face him. His cheeks are flushed pink and there is a smirk playing on his mouth and oh no. Marc rolls his hips, excruciatingly slow and Carlos moans so loud he feels bad for people next door.

“Don’t come, I’m not done sitting here. I am comfortable,” Marc says and kisses Carlos on the mouth.

anonymously tell me what pairing/porn trope/kink you wish i would write