#agp kinktober 2020

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Voyeurism

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Day 8: Voyeurism Warnings: Voyeurism, getting caught masturbating

Janus didn't expect hearing such explicit noises coming from Logan's room. He had almost missed it, initially, when he was walking by. But he had managed to catch a moan. He did a double take, when he realized who's room he had just passed.

He backed up, noticing the door was open just a crack. How unprofessional; Janus would have expected Logan to at least be smart enough to close the door.

He had peaked inside, not expecting to see Logan bouncing slowly on a dildo. He still had a shirt on, but his tie was untied, just hanging loosely around his neck.

Logan's face was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut. Despite the fact he was hardly moving, he looked to be in heaven.

Janus wasn't surprised. It only made sense that Logan got off very rarely, and was therefore more sensitive. How cute.

He stood at the door, continuing to watch as Logan bounced on the toy, enjoying the moans and whines Logan let out. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight, and he bit his lip. He could go back to his room and get off, which would be the smarter option, or he could stand here and get off to the sight of Logan.

Or...

Janus quietly pushes open the door, before quietly shutting it behind him. He then clears his throat.

"Well, isn't this a sight," he begins, watching as Logan's eyes snap open. He sinks fully down on the toy, but he keeps grinding against it, seemingly desperate for friction. Janus continues, "It seems you accidentally left the door open."

"Absurd," Logan responds, almost immediately. He's panting quietly. "I don't do things accidentally."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You left it open on purpose, then? Were you just hoping someone would walk by and catch you?"

"I was."

"Shameless, aren't you. And rather kinky-"

"I'm not kinky."

Janus tsks, strutting up to Logan and quickly grabbing his chin. He firmly tilts Logan's face upwards, bringing their faces close together.

"Oh, Logan, you and I both know that's a lie."

Logan's the one who ends up closing the gap between then, desperate for human affection, or just human contact in general. He knew what he was doing leaving his door open - of course he did. He was hoping someone would walk in on him - he was hoping someone would catch him. Both due to the thrill of being caught doing something so unlike him, and the way he felt when that person inevitably touched him.

As Janus was doing now.

He had released Logan's chin, and his hands had begun roaming over Logan's body. It felt weird, because of Janus's gloves, but Logan was just desperate for any contact in general.

Janus's tongue slipped into Logan's mouth, Logan moaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

He got off occasionally by himself, sometimes finding himself randomly aroused, or stressed and in need of relief. But he had always craved another person. He'd never admit it, of course, because then he'd sound stupid.

Logan sat up on his knees, both trying to deepen the kiss and get off the toy, but Janus's hands are on his hips in an instant, and his roughly forced back down.

His back arches as he lets out a high moan, nails digging into the fabric covering Janus's arms.

"Janus?" Logan asks, questioningly, his face flushed. Janus raises an eyebrow in response, a smirk on his face.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were-"

"Going to fuck you?" Janus chuckled, hand coming to hover in front of his lips as he did so. He glances at Logan's pathetic looking figure, eyes shining. "No. I'd much rather sit here and watch you get off. It's such an alluring sight."

Of course, he'd love to see Logan beneath him at some point, but that was best saved for a later time. Right now, he just wanted to watch, and maybe tease Logan, as he fucked himself on that toy.

Logan's cheeks turn a bright red, causing Janus to raise an eyebrow. Embarrassment, perhaps?

Janus takes a seat on the bed across from Logan, watching him expectantly with a smirk on his face. Logan dares to glance down, and he notices that Janus was clearly hard in his pants.

Logan clears his throat, looking back at Janus. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with-"

"I'm sure," Janus cuts him off, at Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. Is he too shy? The little nerd, the one who wanted to get caught, too embarrassed to keep going.

"Are you too flustered to continue, Logan?" Janus purrs, words more meant to tease than to accuse. Logan swallows and shakes his head, before shakily lifting himself back up, and slamming himself back down, letting out a loud moan as he does so.

He definitely seems more hesitant now that he knows he has an audience, but he was still horny and in need of relief, so he kept bouncing on the toy.

Janus watched him intensely, watching as Logan let out a moan every time he went down, how his hands toyed with himself, and the way his eyes would look at everything but Janus.

How cute.

Logan slowly began bouncing faster, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't do things like this often, so he got a bit of a workout from this. He was spurred on by Janus's groans and moans as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes never moving anywhere but Logan.

Logan's face was flushed a light red as he moved a bit faster, moans continuing to spill from his mouth. His head rolls back as he lets out a whine, and his back arches as he sinks down one final time, moaning as he comes.

He sits up and pushes the toy away, before sitting back down on the bed. He looks at Janus, who's face has a light dust of pink on it.

"Enjoy watching?" Logan asks, panting slightly.

Janus is quick to nod. "Very much so. Does your offer of helping me out still stand?"

Logan nods, and shuffles closer.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020

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Eating Out

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Losleep (Remy x Logan) Day 2: Eating out Warnings: eating ass

"You know, Thomas can't really fall asleep with his brain running a mile a minute," Remy said, leaning against the logical traits door with a sweet smelling coffee in hand.

"It's practically impossible for anyone to run a mile per minute," Logan responds, eyes not moving from computer screen. He continued typing, as he continued explaining. "The world record time for the fastest mile run is three minutes and forty three seconds."

Remy rolls his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"I don't."

"For someone who claims to be so smart-"

"Don't."

Remy grinned, and he could see Logan hunch over slightly. Remy whistled, strolling fully into the room.

"Sitting like that is bad for your posture, babe," Remy advises him, moving to stand right at the side of the chair. He takes a large sip of his coffee, before setting it down on Logan's desk. That gets Logan to stop.

He glares at Remy. "Move that. My workspace is not a place for you to leave your trash."

"This is half full. Far from trash, if ya ask me."

"Well, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I have work to do, Sleep, and you do too. Thomas shouldn't be awake at this hour."

Remy rolls his eyes again. "You think I don't know that? Bitch, the first thing I said when I walked in was that Thomas couldn't sleep. And that's not entirely my fault. I can only do so much for him. His brain is keeping him awake."

Logan sighs, staring at Remy for a few seconds, and Remy believes he's won.

But then, Logan just turns back to his work, causing Remy to let out a groan.

Well, guess he'd have to use force.

He gripped the back of Logan's chair, before spinning it so that he and Logan were face to face.

"For someone who wants best for Thomas, you sure aren't trying very hard," Remy says, roughly grabbing Logan's chin and pulls their faces close together.

Logan's eyes go wide for a minute, before they narrow. He goes to retaliate, but Remy beats him to it.

"Sitting that close to a screen will hurt your beautiful eyes babe. Give you a headache too. But you've already had one, if not more of those. Don't think I didn't notice the bottle of Ibuprofen on your desk." He releases Logan's chin, and instead, grabs Logan's wrists and pulls him up and out of the chair.

"Tell me, why can't you just put this stuff off until tomorrow?"

"Because it needs to be done tonight-!"

"Oh? It needs to be done tonight?" He pushes Logan onto the bed.

"That's what I just-"

"You know what else needs to be done tonight? A whole lotta sleepin', and I'm willing to help our host in any way that I can," Remy purrs, crawling onto the bed after Logan. "And if that means helping you destress in order to do so, then so be it."

Remy's now positioned so that he's straddling Logan's lap, hunched over Logan as Logan's back is pressed to the bed.

Logan's hands are on Remy's shoulders, but Remy can tell Logan's mind is still on his work.

So Remy's hand slides down and grips Logan's tie, pulling it so that Logan's face is once again close to his. His other hand is busy rubbing up and down Logan's side, an all too comforting gesture that greatly contrasted with how intensely he was staring down Logan.

"May I?" Remy suddenly asks, a smug smirk creeping onto his face.

Logan, getting the implications, spared one last look at his computer, before sighing out a tired "you have my consent." Remy grinned, wasting no time as he worked to strip Logan, Logan helping as best he could.

Although, there really wasn't a need to, considering how quickly Remy tore the clothes off of him.

"I believe this is less to help me destress and more to satisfy your high sex drive," Logan states, frowning when Remy removes his glasses from his face.

He can still see somewhat decently, but he prefers to wear them in order to avoid getting headaches.

Remy then removes his own sunglasses, revealing his own dark brown eyes.

"I won't be satisfying myself in any way," Remy counters, his hands roaming over Logan's nude body. It was stiff and rigid, as if Logan was incapable of relaxing.

Knowing him, it probably was.

Logan was surprisingly fit, though, which Remy would be more surprised about if he hadn't already seen Logan shirtless. He had broad shoulders, but looked to just be skinny and lanky when you looked at him normally.

But naked? He was well toned, his arms and legs definitely held muscle, and-

"Remy, can you hurry up?" Logan asks, voice rather irritated. Remy tsks, hands coming to rest on Logan's thighs.

"I was just admiring your body," Remy says, as he spreads Logan's thighs apart. Out of nowhere, he slaps the inside of one of them, and Logan lets out a mix between a squeak and a whine. He then glares at Remy, while Remy just grins.

"Can you flip yourself over for me please, love?" Remy asks, hands massaging Logan's thighs.

Logan does as he says and flips himself onto his hands and knees, before saying "I thought you wouldn't be satisfying yourself in any way," clearly expecting Remy to fuck him.

He gasps, and is rather caught off guard however, as he feels a wet muscle prodding at his entrance.

He instinctually pushes himself back on it, only for the stimulation to disappear almost immediately.

Logan whines, and he hears Remy chuckle behind him, his hands going back to running over Logan's body.

"Remy..." Logan whines out, and Remy's hands pause where they are. He bends over Logan's back, lips hovering right above Logan's ear.

"Yeah babe?" Remy responds, voice quiet and low. Logan whines in response.

He was embarrassed to admit that his cock was fully hard, just from the touches and light stimulation. He didn't partake in sexual acts often, so his body was rather sensitive when it came to this sort of thing.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

Remy grins at Logan's rushed out question, before he places a kiss to the side of Logan's head.

"Nah. Guess not. I'm here to help, although, I'll admit that hearing you beg is a pretty hot thought," he answers, pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades. Logan just rolls his eyes.

He feels Remy's hands running over his body yet again, and found himself getting a bit irritated, as he assumed that Remy wasn't going to give him what he wanted. That was, until, he felt Remy spread his cheeks, and his tongue back at his asshole.

Logan whined, pushing his face into the pillows, as Remy held his ass up with his hands holding tight around his waist.

Remy's tongue is lapping at Logan's asshole, before he slowly prods the entrance. Logan let out a shaky breath at the action, pushing back on the muscle.

Remy begins to thrust his tongue in and out of Logan's ass, the logical side, gasping and moaning at the actions.

In a matter of time, Logan was gasping out that he was close, his own hand coming to work his cock. He moaned as he began jacking himself off, Remy continuing to thrust into his ass as his hands massaged Logan's hips.

Logan came with a whine, before Remy pulled his tongue out and released Logan, said man falling into his own mess on the bed.

He let out a slightly disgusted noise, as he landed in his own come.

"I need to wash my sheets now," he mutters, and he hears Remy laugh.

"Yeah, you do. You could probably also use a shower. Buuuuut," Remy drew out the word as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his jeans, before crawling into bed with Logan. "You can always do that tomorrow," he finishes, pulling Logan to his chest, holding him rather tightly in case he planned on escaping.

Knowing Logan, he'd probably just get right back up early tomorrow and continue working, but for now, Logan could use some sleep. And he was finally relaxed enough to get some.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020 #i hate these

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Handjobs

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Dukemile (Remus x Emile) Day 1: Handjob Warnings: handjobs, obviously

"Ya know, when Jan said he was sending me to therapy, I pictured more of like... conversion therapy," Remus admits, falling onto the couch in Emile's office.

Emile let out a short laugh. "No, of course not. That'd be inhumane. Besides, I'm gay, so it'd be kind of hypocritical for me to run one of those, wouldn't it?"

Remus grunts in response, as he kicks one of his feet up onto the back of the sofa, the other one dangling off of the couch entirely, as he rests his hands behind his head. He tilts his head slightly, cracking open one of his eyes so he could look at Emile's annoyed face.

Because who wouldn't be annoyed with Remus rubbing his extremely dirty boots on their furniture?

Janus and Logan constantly told him to get his feet off the table, or off the couch, or off of the ceiling, so why wouldn't Emile do the same?

So, he was pretty surprised, when he saw Emile just sitting there, holding his notepad in hand. He simply smiled and cocked his head slightly when Remus looked at him.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable," Emile states, in a rather playful tone.

Remus's cocky smile falters. Huh.

He quickly shakes his head, a smile reappearing on his face. "Indeed I have; I see you have eyes. Well, four eyes, considering the glasses." Remus cackled at his own dumb joke, while Emile just continued smiling.

When Remus saw that he was still just peppy, he couldn't help the huff that escaped him.

"Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately," Emile suddenly begins, Remus's eyes snapping over to him. "Care to tell me what that's all about?"

Remus rolls his eyes, his smile falling into a bored frown. "Janus is a liar. Don't know why I even let him send me here anyway. He probably got the idea from Mr. Innocent. That bitch..." Remus didn't notice he was fiddling with his sash as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowed.

Emile let out a hum, his smile finally disappearing, and a considering look appearing on his face. "Do you have an issue with Janus right now? Or with... Mr. Innocent?"

"Yes! I do, actually!" Remus immediately pushed himself into a sitting position, criss-crossed on the couch, although this time he wasn't keeping his boots up there on purpose.

"I just wake up one day, and Janus is gone! No note, no goodbye, and I head over to the light sides to see if Thomas became a nun or something so that he couldn't lie, and Janus is over there, laughing and smiling with Patton, as if all is well and good!" Remus was letting out all that had been built up.

He'd always tended to ramble, but now that Janus was gone, he's had no one to ramble to. And now the intrusive thoughts have been swarming his head due to the loneliness, which was heavily impacting Thomas and his mental health.

That's the only reason Janus sent him here. He came back to the dark sides just to tell Remus that he'd scheduled him an appointment with Emile.

And he originally didn't plan on showing up, but his loneliness got the better of him.

Remus let out another huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. "The only reason I actually showed up was because I'm lonely. And maybe a bit sexually frustrated. Janus and I used to be fuck buddies! And now that he's gone, I'm left to get off on my own. Do you know how much more boring that is?"

Emile was clearly caught off guard by the change of subject, although that was to be expected when it came to Remus. He opened his mouth to respond, but Remus kept going.

"Sometimes, I get so upset that I just wanna chop my dick off! I tried that, once, with my morning star, but I ended up just puncturing my stomach."

"Oh," was all Emile managed to say, a slight pink tint over his cheeks.

He was doodling in his notepad as an attempt to calm himself down before Remus noticed he was blushing, but it was too late.

"Oooo, Doctor, did hearing about my sexual frustration fluster you?"

"I'm just... not used to my patients being so open about their sex lives."

"Well, I'm open about everything," Remus responds, with a shrug, leaning back and spreading his legs. He grins as he lets his hand slide down his torso and down to his thighs, before it comes to rest over his crotch.

Nasty man.

"I'm also opened up down here, if you-"

"Nope! Remus, we should really get back on topic-"

"But the topic we were on was about sex," Remus buts in, closing his legs and scooting to edge of the sofa. He leans closer to Emile. "You said, and I quote, 'Janus tells me you haven't been your usual self lately, care to tell me what that's all about?' And I'm telling you what it's about. It's because I'm constantly horny and I have nobody to relieve myself with."

Emile's unresponsive, so Remus throws himself back onto the couch with a groan.

"I'm actually being good for once and now I've probably weirded you out!" he whines. "Is this why Janus left me? Am I just gross? Well, I mean, of course I'm gross. It's one of my charms. But-"

"Remus, please," Emile suddenly pipes up, causing Remus to look over at him. His cheeks are still pink, albeit a darker shade, and he looks almost... nervous. "I assure you, I'm not weirded out. Some people have... higher sex drives than others, and I understand that not satisfying yourself in a satisfactory way can have some negative impacts on your mental and physical well-being-"

"Is this a long winded way of you telling me I need to have sex with someone, because I already know that-"

"No, listen," Emile interrupts, standing up and setting his notepad down. Remus raises an eyebrow, before his eyes widen and he sits up straight. What was Emile doing? Something kinky?

"I... gosh, I can't figure out a way to word this without it sounding weird."

"Then let me word it for you," Remus says, with a grin, as he grabs Emile's hand and tugs him down onto the couch. Emile falls onto it and into Remus's arms. "You want to help me relieve some of my pent-up frustration, yeah?"

Emile's face was burning at Remus's explanation, but he nodded.

It was the only thing he could think of in order to help him. He would have maybe suggested asking someone else for help, but who else could he ask?

Janus left him, and he and Patton clearly seemed to be one of the main sources of his stress, Virgil and Remus didn't get along, Logan didn't want really anything to do with sex, and he couldn't ask Roman for obvious reasons.

Remus's grin widened, before it completely disappeared.

"I know you're technically offerin', but I don't want to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Remus says, and Emile looks a little surprised at the words.

He then smiles softly, and shakes his head. "You're not forcing me into anything, Re," Emile assures him. "I'm not uncomfortable." Maybe a little embarrassed, but not uncomfortable.

Remus's smile returns, and he mumbles out a "good," before he pulls Emile in for a kiss. Emile squeaks as he's suddenly pulled forward, but closes his eyes and leans into the kiss as he realizes what's happening.

Before he could even register what was happening, he felt Remus's hands trail under his sweater-vest and shirt, and run over his sides, before they went down and squeezed his ass.

Emile pulled away from the kiss with a red face, as he whimpered out a "Remus."

Remus just chuckled, before he sat both of them up. His hands went back under Emile's shirt, and he went to go pull it up, when Emile suddenly grabbed both of his wrists, stopping him.

Remus looked at him, his hands pausing where they were.

"We're not having sex in my office," he rushes out, quickly. Remus groans.

"Lame."

"Call me what you want, but I would rather not have sex in here."

"Then what can we do!? You said you'd help!"

"And I will," Emile states, running a hand through his hair, as he peeled Remus's hands off of him, and instead used his own hands to quickly tug down Remus's pants.

"Oooo, a blowjob?"

"A handjob," Emile corrects, and he hears Remus mumble something about blowjobs being better, but he just smile when Emile looks at him, honestly looking relieved to just get any form of stimulation.

Emile isn't that surprised when Remus's cock springs out, just simply glancing up at the man.

"No boxers?"

"They make my dick itch."

Emile let out a small laugh, hesitantly reaching his hand to Remus's cock. He wraps his hand around the base, before giving it a few small strokes. Remus's breath hitches, and he leans back on his elbows.

And Emile would be lying if he said Remus didn't look kind of cute right now. Light pink cheeks, eyes half lidded, as they watched Emile's hand slowly work his cock.

Emile continues to move his hand slowly, as he's distracted by Remus's expression, but a whine from the man quickly snaps him out of it.

"Faster, Em," Remus begs, sounding surprisingly desperate. How long had it been since he's been touched, for God's sake?

Emile obliges, and starts moving his hand faster, Remus letting out a quiet moan at the action. He bucks his hips, and Emile moves even faster. His other hand goes to fondle Remus's balls, as his thumb comes up to run over the slit. Remus throws his head back and let's out a loud moan. Emile's face heats up at the noise.

"Fuck, Em- Em you're doing so good," Remus praises him, and that does something to Emile.

He moves his hand faster, subtly grinding against the couch to appease his own boner, and he lets out a shaky breath as he does so, squeezing his hand around Remus's cock. Remus moans again, bucking his hips as Emile focuses on making Remus come.

"Emi, I'm so close," Remus moans, continuing to buck up into Emile's hand as Emile stroked him, running his thumb over the slit one last time, before Remus arches his back and lets out a whine, coming with Emile's name falling past his lips.

Emile strokes a few more times, working Remus through his climax, before he pulls away.

Remus is panting as he comes back down from his high, and he sits himself back up, reaching out and grabbing Emile's wrist. He pulls the therapist into his lap, before sticking the man's hand into his mouth, eagerly licking his own come off of it.

Emile's torn between disgust and arousal, because Remus didn't even hesitate when going to suck on his fingers, even if it was to get the come off.

He then shifts his leg a bit, moving so that Emile is straddling his bare thigh.

He grins at Emile, a mischievous glint in his eye. "C'mon, Emi. You deserve to be able to get off too." Emile's face heated up, his hands moved to Remus's shoulders, as he slowly began to grind against Remus's thigh.

#agp kinktober 2020 #kinktober 2020 #i refuse to tag these with agp smut because they make me cringe rereading them #sanders sides smut

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Happy Halloween

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Day 31: Dressed up Warnings: sex, choking, degradation

"Oh," Logan exclaims, quite surprised, as he descends the stairs. Laying on the couch is Remus, donned in more casual, and more revealing wear compared to his usual, costume-y attire.

Logan couldn't blame him, though, as he was dressed very much the same. His normal shirt and tie were replaced with a looser fitting tee-shirt, and his blue jeans had been swapped out for a rather tight fitting pair of shorts that just barely stretched past his boxers.

Remus looks up as Logan gets to the bottom of the stairs, and Logan finishes his thought with "you're still here."

Remus grins at him, responding "yup!"

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms where he stands. His lips were pursed, and admittedly, he was a bit annoyed. "Everyone usually goes out to Roman's side of the imagination on Halloween," Logan says. "Roman makes a whole neighbourhood to go trick or treating, and even though you and Janus don't usually like it, you still like to go and torment them."

They were adults, but in Roman's words that didn't mean they didn't get to have fun. Logan had stayed back every year though, preferring the silence and having the empty house to himself.

That doesn't appear to have happened this year, though, as Remus was carelessly lounging on the couch. At home. Not outside, with the others.

Remus just shrugs though, seemingly not getting what was so surprising about this. "I didn't want to go this year. It's been getting kind of... lame, recently. It's always too similar to the year before. They scream, I laugh, they scold me, and repeat!" His hands move wildly as he speaks, and Logan finds himself drawn to the movement, although he's still unhappy with the way this night has seemingly turned out.

"I still do have my costume though," Remus adds, as he picks his teeth with his sharp nails. "Although, it'd probably look better on you anyway." He turns to grin at Logan, and Logan just rolls his eyes in response.

"The clothes you're wearing now are pretty hot too though," Remus continues, and Logan's half tempted to go back upstairs and spend the rest of Halloween alone in his room. Remus opens his arms wide though, and beckons Logan closer, and although Logan would probably rather skip out on whatever Remus was planning to do, he was admittedly curious.

So, with a sigh, he walks over to Remus, and Remus is quick to pull Logan into his lap. Although he's still sitting down, Logan straddles his lap, and Remus's hands quickly rub over Logan's bare legs and upper thighs, his face contorting into a slight frown as he reaches the shorts.

Although they're short, and although they're tight, they still cover too much of Logan for Remus's taste.

"At least the costume I have would show off more of your body," Remus quips, before grinning back up at Logan's unamused face.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by Remus's touching and his words, but eventually he says "what costume is it?"

"Little red riding hood," Remus sings, finally moving to sit himself up, and keeping Logan in his lap all the while. "I was planning to create a back of horrid looking werewolves to scare the others, but I decided against it." He leans a bit closer to Logan's face though, eyes shining in a way that easily tells Logan that Remus's mind is racing with ideas. "I could always still have some fun with that costume though, so long as you consent."

With another sigh, Logan reviews his options. he can say no and leave and never bring this up again, or he could accept Remus's offer and potentially be thrusted into an unpredictable time with Remus primarily in control.

And unfortunately, Logan was leaning towards that second option.

"Fine," Logan says, with a shrug. "I'll hear out your proposal. My final decision has yet to be made, though," Logan adds, not wanting Remus to think that this was an automatic "yes" to everything he had planned.

Remus seems content with that, though, as he smiles, and then nods, saying "yeah, okay! That's okay!" He scoops Logan up moments later, and then Logan's effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. One of Remus's hands land firmly against his ass, feeling and groping over the unfortunately clothed skin.

The tips of his fingers run over the shorts and over his bare ass, and Logan would be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he weirdly enjoys the feeling of Remus's fingers rubbing and squeezing at the fat.

Remus's fingers continue to pinch at Logan's ass and upper thighs until they reach Remus's room, where Logan's promptly thrown onto Remus's bed as Remus turns his attention to his closet.

He pulls out an outfit surprisingly dangling from a hanger, and Logan can get a good look at the little red riding hood costume.

Well, it sure is something.

Frilly white sleeves that puff around the shoulder and a cut open front with only ribbons that lace it up. With the way the ribbon is weaved, the cut out is still large enough to expose someone's nipples. A black, tight waistband wraps around the middle, and a short, puffy red skirt flares out from it. White frills line the bottom of the dress, and clipped onto the edge of the skirt is a pair of white thigh-highs with red bows at the top of them, and a pair of thin, white panties with red lace trim. Attached to the shoulders was a long red cape with a hood, although Remus eventually tugs it away and tosses it to the ground, deciding it was unneeded.

It was simple, but as Logan stares at it, he gulps.

He was taller than Remus by a few inches, so the already short skirt would be even shorter in contrast to his long legs, and since he had a heavier build, it'd no doubt be tighter against his body as well.

"So?" comes Remus's voice, although he doesn't really sound like he's asking Logan's opinion in order to know if they were going to continue. Instead, he sounded like he wanted to hear Logan stammer and struggle to get any of his feelings about the outfit out while still remaining perfectly composed all the while.

Logan clears his throat, glancing away from the dress in order to formulate his words carefully; he wanted to make sure that he didn't sound embarrassingly eager or too excited, although both were accurate for his current state.

"It's definitely something you'd wear," Logan says, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "There's still time to put it on yourself and go mess with the others."

"Sure there is," Remus replies, glancing over Logan's figure, as if trying to detect any uncomfortable aura radiating from him. Sensing it was more embarrassment than necessarily being uncomfortable, he continues "I'd rather play dress up with my cute little nerd instead." He grins wider, slightly wiggling the dress as if to entice Logan into wearing the thing, and Logan sighs.

"Okay, Remus. Hand it over."

"No!" Remus exclaims, as he pulls the dress closer to his body. "Let me dress you up. Please?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and Logan sighs again, before stating "fine."

If it pleases Remus, then he might as well, and it makes Remus's happily slap his hands against his thighs before moving towards the bed. He carelessly tosses the outfit to the side, and urges Logan to stay on the bed as Remus's hands slip under his shirt almost immediately. He's briefly feeling over the skin and pinching at Logan's nipples before he's pulling away and gripping at the edge of Logan's shirt instead.

He quickly pulls it up and over Logan's head, accidentally taking his glasses with it, but Logan doesn't reach for them so Remus carefully sets them on the nightstand, before going back to Logan. He stares briefly at the short shorts Logan was wearing before he pulls those down, managing to pull Logan's boxers and socks down too, leaving Logan completely nude and exposed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Although he presses his thighs together slightly, he seems otherwise unbothered by his nudity, and Remus seems pleased that Logan doesn't go through extreme legs to slap his hands over his genitalia or nipples. He'd rather see them on display anyway, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts so he can instead scoot to the other side of the bed and grab the little red riding hood costume.

He peels away the thigh-highs and panties first, and with firm hands he guides Logan's legs throw the holes on the panties and then slides them up. Logan stands as the fabric goes up his thighs, allowing Remus easier access to pull the underwear up over his cock and ass, neither of which were very hidden by the thin material.

Secondly, Remus grabs the thigh highs, and he pushes Logan back onto the bed so he can grab each sock individually and slowly slide them up Logan's legs one by one, his own hands taking extra time to rub over them as if worshipping the limbs, before he backs away from the socks.

Lastly was the dress, which as Remus flipped over, Logan realized had a laced back. Remus pulled out the ribbon holding the back in place and it loosens the outfit enough that Logan should be able to put it on.

"Arms up, baby," Remus coos, and when Logan puts his arms up, Remus slides the dress over his head. Logan works his own arms through the arm holes, and then once again he's standing, although this time with his back to Remus so Remus can grip the silky ribbon and re-lace the back. He slowly feeds the ribbon through the holes in a crisscross motion, pulling on it every so often to tighten the dress against Logan's body.

The black waistband was hardly elastic and hugged his waist tightly, and Remus lacing up the back only served to compress his shirt tighter. He was left gasping by the time Remus finished, and then Remus claps his hands behind him.

"Oo! That skirt hardly covers anything!" Remus exclaims, clearly giddy by the fact Logan's ass was just barely hidden by the all-too-short skirt. Remus also was staring at his thighs, more specifically at the bulge just above the thigh-highs due to how tight the socks were compared to his thick thighs.

Logan attempts to smooth out the front of his skirt, before Remus's hands are on his waist ushering him to turn around.

Remus's eyes scan over his body fully, before he says "I might have to put some makeup on that pretty little face of yours eventually." His thumb slides over Logan's lip, and Remus leans upwards to press a few kisses to the underside of Logan's jaw. "Imagine pretty lipstick being smeared all over your lips and ruined by my cock fucking your throat and my come over your face. You'd look like such a pathetic mess."

He was exciting himself at the thought, but considering the fact Logan merely looked slightly curious and nothing more, Remus decided he'd bring it up some other day, provided Logan will be down to do something like this again.

After a bit of kissing at Logan's neck and his hands sliding under the skirt to pinch and grab at Logan's ass, he pushes Logan back on the bed, and Logan willingly lays down fully. Remus scrambles to get overtop of him, one of his hands pushing the skirt up while the other cups Logan's face, and finally Remus leans closer to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Arms wrapping up to pull Remus closer, Logan tilts his head slightly so his lips move more fluidly against Remus's. He finally lets his stoic façade melt a bit, eyebrows creasing as Remus's hand slides over his crotch, rubbing at his cock through the panties. Instinctively, his legs spread wider apart, much to Remus's delight, as he bites at Logan's bottom lip before pulling away entirely.

"Can we have sex?" Remus asks, suddenly, looking rather hopeful as his hand continues rubbing over Logan's growing hard on. "Please, Logan? Can I fuck your tight hole?"

Logan props himself up on his elbows, as he replies with "is this why you stayed back this year? You know you could just proposition me whenever." It's a very true statement; Logan would be willing to have sex quite often, as long as he wasn't busy.

Remus just whines, though, as he states "but you're much louder when you know the other's aren't home," and Logan can't really argue against a statement he knows to be true, so he sighs, and instead answers Remus's previous question with "yes, I suppose we can have sex."

His answer prompts Remus to squeal, arms slapping lightly against Logan this time as he happily stims, before he reaches over Logan in order to fully pull out the drawer so he can more efficiently look for the lube, and he grabs it in a matter of moments.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Remus asks, shifting so he can impatiently pull off his own pants and boxers, before holding the lube tighter, waiting for Logan's response so he knows whether to get straight to putting it over his cock or if he needs to put it over his fingers first.

Logan shakes his head, and Remus seems quite giddy that they can jump right into it. He shouldn't be surprised by Logan's answer, and frankly he isn't, due to how much they have sex regularly, but sometimes Logan's into being stretched, and Remus does enjoy pushing him to an orgasm just with his fingers.

He quickly slathers lube over his cock, before he wipes the excess on his sheets, uncaring of the mess. He then grabs Logan's thighs and gives them a squeeze, letting go of one in order to move Logan's panties to the side. He didn't want to take them off, and he could always get another pair if and when they're ruined.

He slides his cock into Logan without any hesitance, letting out a lewd moan at the feeling of Logan clenching down on his cock. Logan's head turns to the side at the intrusion, biting his lip as his eyebrows raise and his hands reach above him to grab at the mattress. Remus can hardly help licking his lips at the sight, before he leans down to catch Logan's lips in yet another kiss, sloppily moving his mouth against Logan's and biting relentlessly at his lips.

His tongue slides effortlessly into Logan's mouth, and when he pulls away he immediately moves to kiss and nip at Logan's jaw. He stays still for a moment, before impatience catches the best of him, and he pulls out only to thrust harshly back in, earning a particularly loud moan from Logan.

"That's right, baby," Remus coos, as his mouth trails lower, teeth trailing over Logan's neck. "Let me hear your whorish moans." His thrusts start up slow as he lets his mouth work over Logan's neck, teeth puncturing Logan's skin and drawing blood. It's been too long since Logan's let him mark him like this, and he sucks a few hickeys over the bite marks before deciding to just suck normal hickeys over Logan's collarbone.

His thrusts speed up as he moves down to Logan's chest, tonguing and teasing Logan's nipples as his hand tightens around Logan's thigh. His sharp nails dig into the fat, and as he moves his head away from his body entirely, he gets to finally get a good look at Logan's face.

Eyes squeezed shut and drool leaking down his chin, Logan looks like an adorably pathetic mess.

Whines and moans are slipping past his lips, head thrown back in a moan as one of Remus's thrusts drive into his prostate, and Remus just grins wider. With a firm grip, he pulls Logan closer, before one of his hands slither up Logan's body in order to grasp at his throat.

He doesn't squeeze just yet, but he does raise an eyebrow, smirk present on his face on he says "I really need to get you a collar. Maybe a pretty blue one with a leash so I can drag you around like the bitch you are." He squeezes Logan's throat teasingly, thrusting harder into his ass, emitting a cry from Logan as his back arches. "Maybe even a shock collar, so I can zap you whenever I please and make you fall to your knees, shaking. Perhaps even a tag on it with my name to show who you belong to."

"Please," Logan gasps out, one of his hands coming to Remus's and squeezing over it, giving his consent to be choked, and it makes Remus grin.

"Whore," Remus spits, although he does in fact squeeze upon being given permission, and Logan's hand falls besides his body, fingers once again scrunching the sheets as he holds tight to them. He whines at Remus's words, before he lets out a choked off moan as Remus holds tighter.

The sensation of Remus repeatedly thrusting into his prostate mixed with one of his hands trailing and squeezing over his thighs and the other cutting off his blood flow and making him feel pleasurably light headed.

Whenever he needed to breath, he'd tap on Remus's hand and Remus would ease up on his pressure, allowing Logan to gulp in a needed breath before Remus goes back to pulling it from him.

"You look fucking stupid," Remus grits, his own eyes staying shut for a few brief moments as he fucks into Logan's hole. "Drooling like a slut and moaning like one too. I bet you'd even get off just on being dressed up like a fucking courtesan."

"Close," Logan gasps out, and Remus squeezes harder to cut off any words entirely.

"If you can still speak then apparently I'm not fucking you hard enough," Remus comments, although he does heed Logan's warning and moves the hand previously settled on his thigh to his cock, stroking him slowly despite his hard and fast thrusts.

Admittedly, he was close too, and he growls out "want me to come inside your tight hole? Stuff you full of my come, bitch?" His hand eases on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to answer, and the audible breath Logan sucks in makes Remus shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," Logan moans out, seconds later. "Please, yes. Come inside of me." He was pleaded for something entirely unhygienic, but it was Halloween. This was what he was considering to be his treat, and it's not like Remus's come would be inside him forever.

Remus grins wider at Logan's answer, purring out "good boy," as he strokes Logan's cock faster, as if rewarding him for giving Remus exactly what he wanted, and Logan arches into it, a quavering moan slipping from his lips, along with near incoherent babbles that are cut short by Remus's hand tightening yet again, much to Remus's delight.

His eyes roll back into his head as Remus comes inside of him with one final thrust, Remus squeezing his throat tight as he lets out a moan of his own as he releases, before riding out his orgasm with a few final thrusts.

He lets himself come to a stop, although he does continue stroking Logan's cock as he pants out "come on, Logan. Come for me, baby. Make a mess of your pretty dress like the pathetic slut you are."

And, well, Logan can't hold back after that, as he comes with a loud cry over Remus's hand and the bottom of the dress, and Remus coos as he basically makes a mess of himself. He's drooling, there's come over the dress and his thighs, and when Remus inevitably pulls out, come begins to leak out of his hole too.

"Messy, messy," Remus tuts, and Logan rolls his eyes in response, before he sucks in a deeper breath.

"Can we shower?" he asks, after a moment, and Remus immediately whines at the question. Logan is in a much worse state than he's in, but he prefers it that way, especially because Logan's so pretty when he looks like a whore. But, alas, he knows Logan values hygiene.

So, Remus pouts, and says "fine, we can shower. Consider that my treat to you, this Halloween. And I'll consider this round of sex your treat to me."

"How generous," Logan quips, as he reaches for Remus, and Remus carefully scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom. The others wouldn't be home until much later, which meant Remus could spend extra time in the shower with him, making sure all the come was pushed out of him and that his wounds were effectively cleaned up without leaving Logan to do it on his own.

He starts the water and then stands there holding Logan for a bit, enjoying their intimate time where they could be alone together without any disruption, and Remus could tell from the way Logan leaned into him and pressed fluttering kisses to Remus's shoulder that he enjoyed it too.

And in reality, Remus staying back from going trick-or-treating happened to be a genuine treat for the both of them; that being rough sex and affectionate aftercare, and both of them end up deciding that this was one of the best Halloweens yet.

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In Public

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Rosleep (Roman x Remy) Day 13: in public Warnings: exhibitionism, handjobs, almost getting caught

To be fair, for once, it wasn't Remy's idea. Roman was the one who inexplicably suggested doing more things in public.

They were discussing kinks, as they were both rather open, and exhibitionism just happened to be one of Roman's. And who was Remy to not indulge him in such a fun kink?

Which led them to know. Patton and Logan joined Roman and Remy at the table so they could eat breakfast. The others were either busy or uninterested. Roman had made pancakes, and Remy brewed coffee (for himself, really, but everyone else took it upon themselves to drink it).

Roman obviously expected them all to enjoy his cooking. And, they did.

What he didn't expect was for Remy to set a hand on his thigh, under the table, and start rubbing it slowly.

They were all still in pajamas, and for Roman that just meant short shorts and a tee shirt. Unfortunately for him, that meant Remy had pretty much unrestricted access to Roman's pretty body.

Remy kept talking with the others as if he was doing nothing, so Roman shrugs it off as Remy just being affectionate.

"You made sure to bring Virgil a plate, right Logan?" Patton asks, and Logan nods at the question, taking a small bite of pancake. With their attention on each other, Remy seizes the opportunity to slide his hand up Roman's thigh.

It's an innocent enough action... until Remy's hand dips to Roman's inner thigh, and lightly rubs over Roman's crotch.

Roman's face immediately turns bright red, and he lets out a squeak, alerting the other two.

"Roman?" Logan questions, looking at him confused. Patton looked worried, and his eyes were asking the same question.

Roman knew he had to cover for himself, so he quickly gulps and says "sorry! I thought I saw a spider." He's trying to subtly roll his hips against Remy's hand, the other two's attention on him just making this so much better.

That caused Patton to let out a small squeal and curl up in his chair. "Where?!"

"I think it's gone already," Roman responds, while Remy takes the chance to slide his hand into Roman's shorts, and past his boxers, hand gripping the prince's hard cock. Roman holds back a whimper at the action, attempting to discretely buck his hips. Remy's hand is moving torturously slow up and down his cock, and Roman's half tempted to tell him to go faster.

Remy finally glances over at him, a smug smile on his face. "Yeah. Gone."

Roman glares at him, but Remy speeds up his hand, and Roman bites down on his tongue in order to suppress a moan.

He's hunched over the table at his point, hand shakily holding his fork. He stabs at his pancake, and quickly puts the piece into his mouth, hoping the chewing will distract him from the arousal pooling in his stomach.

He was already so embarrassingly close, extremely turned on by the risk of the situation and how smug Remy was being.

Remy smirks, and moves slightly, easily putting on an innocent expression.

"Oh, babe, you got some syrup on your face," he says, and Roman's brows furrow. He goes to grab a napkin and wipe his face off, but Remy balls his hand in Roman's shirt before he gets the chance to. Remy pulls Roman close and connects their lips, easily slipping his tongue into Roman's mouth.

Remy peaks one of his eyes open, and sees Logan scrunching up his face, before he dumps his empty plate into the sink and walks off, probably to get away from the two sickly lovebirds.

Patton on the other hand is just focused on his food and the Sunday Comics in the newspaper on the table.

Perfect.

Remy moves his hand faster, his thumb running over Roman's slit before sliding back down. He continues to do that, enjoying the way he made Roman squirm. And before Roman can help himself, a quiet moan escapes his mouth.

He immediately pushes Remy's chest away and looks at Patton, who's too busy laughing at a comic. Remy laughs quietly, and Roman turns his attention back to him.

"Pretty boy," Remy coos, quiet enough that Patton can't hear. And Roman lets out the tiniest of whimpers.

His hand is still stroking Roman's cock, never faltering, bringing him closer and closer with each passing second.

"Remy," Roman pouts, face a dark red.

Remy grins at Roman's pitiful response, before tilting his head towards Patton.

"Patty, baby, Ro and I will clean up the kitchen for you," Remy says, and Patton turns his attention to him.

"Are you sure? You know I don't mind cleaning up after my kiddos!"

"We're sure," Roman says, quickly, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. "We want to help out a bit, padre."

Patton smiles and nods. "Okay boys! If you really want to." He then takes the last bite of his pancake, grabs his newspaper, and walks out of the kitchen.

Remy's lips are back on Roman's in an instant, and Roman hardly has time to give a warning before his head is thrown back in a silent moan and he's coming over Remy's hand and his own shirt and shorts. He slumps back in his chair, Remy giving his cock a few more strokes before he lets it go, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand off.

"You, sir, are a bitch," Roman says, looking rather blissful.

"And you, babe, are my bitch."

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Thigh Riding

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Demus (Remus x Janus) Day 3: thigh riding Warnings: degradation, biting, grinding

Remus wipes the sweat from his forehead, as he and his bandmates head backstage. They had just finished a two hour long show, and were all ready to head back home.

Sometimes, their concerts could go on for many hours, but they had to cut this one a bit short due to their bassist's, Virgil's, anxiety. Remus and Janus didn't mind much, considering Virgil's mental health was rather important, and having an anxiety attack is not a good look.

Virgil quickly gathered his stuff up and left, waving goodbye to the other two, who waved back.

Then, he was gone, leaving Janus and Remus alone.

Janus stood in front of the vanity they had, wiping the makeup off his face. Half of it was designed to look like a snake. It was an idea that he'd gotten while Remus compared him to one when they first started the band.

Janus took it pretty lightly, since he couldn't really argue with it. Heterochromia, sharper than average canines, and his snake bites. The piercings actually came after Remus compared him to a snake, but he decided to get them because why not. And also because Remus liked piercings.

Perhaps it was a kink? One could never be sure with Remus.

"You should wash the makeup off your face, love," Janus advises him, using the makeup wipe to scrub off the eyeshadow caked around his yellow-green eye. He heard Remus groan from behind him.

"Ugh, but that's a lot of work. Besides, it makes me look sexy."

"You look sexy all the time," Janus counters, with a roll of his eyes. He throws the wipe into the trash, turning back to Remus. Remus grins at him, and gives him an "I know" sort of look.

Janus has to resist the urge to roll his eyes again.

Remus holds his arms out, making grabby hands at Janus. Janus stays where he is.

"You're covered in sweat, Re," Janus says, his foot tapping against the ground. "All of your jumping and moving on stage has drenched you."

"This isn't even that bad," Remus argues, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, I want cuddles."

"Cuddles-shmuddles," Janus says, rolling his eyes. "If we cuddle, you're going to end up falling asleep, and we're not sleeping backstage while you have a full face of makeup."

Remus had a habit of sleeping in makeup. He wore some every day, even when they didn't have shows, but never bothered to take it off.

His face was a bit greasy, but other than that, he surprisingly never broke out.

Remus whines, his arms falling sadly to his sides. "But Jaaaaan!"

"But Reeeeee," Janus mocks, and Remus frowns, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

"You're so mean to me," Remus says, with a pout. "After all I do for you."

Janus rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "Oh, yeah, I'm so mean to you. It's not like I'm willing to take care of your sexual desires whenever you need."

Remus had a high sex drive, and Janus was obviously more than happy to help him satisfy it. His words were mostly meant to tease.

But, that gives Remus an idea. He craved physical contact, and he'd get it one way or another, damnit.

"What if I need my sexual desires taken care of now?"

Janus stops, glancing down at Remus's crotch, before saying "you're not even hard."

Remus shrugs, as he gets up and strolls over to Janus. He wraps his arms around Janus's shoulders, twirling him around, before he backed up against the wall. Janus wastes no time planting his hands on Remus's waist, and smirks when Remus leans against the wall, obviously understanding what Remus is doing.

Janus tsks, moving his face so that they're mere centimeters apart. His hands slide from Remus's waist to the man's thighs, squeezing and rubbing them, before he slotted his own thigh between them. Remus whined, as he felt Janus's leg press against his crotch.

"You're such a whore, Re," Janus hisses, Remus whining at the insulting name. Janus grinned, one of his hands reaching up to lightly tug on Remus's hair so he could press their lips together.

Despite Janus's rough grip and degrading words, the kiss is rather sweet. Janus had a way of being so charming, even with his hands tugging at Remus's hair, and his teeth biting at Remus's lip.

Remus gently rocks his hips against Janus's thigh, and gasps, breaking the kiss as his growing hard-on grinds against Janus's leg.

"Such a slut," Janus growls out, his lips moving to attack Remus's neck. He doesn't bother leaving kisses, moving straight to biting. He sinks his sharp canines into Remus's neck, enjoying the moan the man let's out at the action, before he laps up the blood.

"Jan," Remus moans out, grinding down harder on Janus's thigh. His head is thrown back in pleasure, head bumping against the wall every time he rocks back. His cock is aching in his jeans, and he grinds faster as an attempt to gain more friction.

"Look at you; you're so pathetic. Eager to get off in any way I let you, even if it's just you grinding against my leg like some dumb mutt," Janus spits, his nails digging into Remus's waist.

Remus moaned at the name, hands squeezing Janus's shoulders. "Fuck, yes Jay," he whined. "I'm just your dumb little mutt Jay, so pathetic, only for you. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Remus chants the curse word like it's a prayer, as he grinds down harder on Janus's leg.

"I'm so close, please, Jan, I'm gonna-" He cuts himself off with a gasp as Janus bites down on Remus's neck yet again, and he comes right then and there with a high moan of Janus's name.

Remus pants as he comes down from his high, and Janus presses a kiss to the side of his face.

"I love you, Re," Janus says, and Remus responds with a hum, resting against the wall. Thank God they kept extra clothes here, so that Remus didn't have to ride home with come in his pants. Although, knowing Remus, he probably wouldn't mind.

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Mutual Masturbation

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Analogical (Virgil x Logan) Day 30: mutual masturbation Warnings: getting caught masturbating, handjobs

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax," Logan had said, in a conversation with Remus and Patton where they were debating the importance of being sexual.

Virgil hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he just happened to be in the room when the conversation started, and he couldn't help listening in as Logan basically supported Remus's statement, which had initially been "I think sexual activities are good for people," mostly said in order to piss Patton off.

"It does this by releasing endorphins once you orgasm," Logan continued, sounding rather casual despite the fact the subject had made Virgil's cheeks go pink in embarrassment and Patton's face to fall as he realized he was loosing the argument. "Orgasms can also serve as a natural painkiller, and have even been documented to help ease menstrual cramps for some people."

"So, basically, I was right," Remus responded, arms being folded behind his head as he leaned back on the couch, smiling leisurely at Patton whose cheeks were flushed with anger. They're puffed out, almost the way a frog puffs out its chest, before he ended up standing up and walking away, a clear frown on his face.

And that whole conversation looped in Virgil's mind for the rest of the day.

Masturbating can relieve stress? Masturbating can calm him down?

This was all new information for him, and although he tried to repress that newfound knowledge, it kept resurfacing throughout the day, until finally he was alone in his room.

Shoulders tense and eyebrows creased, Virgil felt anxious and generally shitty, and yet Logan's words repeated in his mind.

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax..."

Logan's smooth voice rings over and over in his mind, saying those damned words, and suddenly Virgil finds himself fixating on Logan.

Logan's hair, neatly combed back and out of his face, looking stoic and professional. The way he annunciated his words, making sure that what he was saying was clear and couldn't be misheard in anyway, and the way he sat; his legs down and hands rested on his lap when he was silent - he probably had the best posture out of all of them, with his shoulders back and relaxed as he sat up straight.

When he spoke his hands moved, aiding his words in proving his point, although a couple of the motions he made caused Remus to snort.

Virgil's touching himself before he even processes what's happening, and is suddenly drawn out of his thoughts as he lets out a moan.

Face flushed, he looks down, and sees his hand touching himself - rubbing his crotch through his pants. He's embarrassed that he was driven to do such a thing, and while thinking about Logan no less, but hey, if it relieved stress, Virgil wanted to try it.

He bites his lip as he debates whether or not he wanted to go through with this, but in a matter of moments he's kicking his skinny jeans off and tugging his boxers down too. He grabs some lube after a bit of digging in order to speed up the process, and then places a hesitant hand on his cock.

'It'll relieve stress and release endorphins,' he reminds himself, and he can make it quick enough that nothing bad or unexpected could potentially happen within the timeframe.

Up until something back does actually happen within that timeframe, as their comes a few sharp knocks on Virgil's door.

He wants to get up and answer it; he usually gets up and answers his door almost immediately, fueled by curiosity and sometimes a bit of anxiety over who may be on the other side, but instead he freezes up. He can't bring himself to say anything, words seemingly being caught in his throat, before a familiar one-tone voice goes "Virgil?"

Oh god, it was Logan.

Virgil's doorknob is twisting before he can find it in him to tell Logan to stop, and he internally has launched into panic mode. Why didn't he lock his doorknob? Sure, he didn't plan to masturbate tonight, but he should have at least considered the possibility!

He's drawn out of his panic as his door gently opens, revealing a confused Logan looking down at a book he was holding. He stares down at it for a minute, before he finally looks up and meets Virgil's eyes.

There's silence for a moment, as Logan takes in the scene before him; Virgil's face was dark red and his face displayed a shocked and embarrassed expression. As Logan's eyes traveled further, he saw Virgil's naked lower half, with his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Oh," Logan breathes out, seemingly freezing up on his own.

His little word seems to snap Virgil out of it, though, and he quickly grabs his comforter and tugs it up over himself, trying to repress the fact he found this hotter than he should.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, hiding his face in his hands. Logan must think he's disgusting or perverted; why couldn't he have just said that he was busy? If only he had been able to say anything to keep Logan from walking in and discovering this.

He was going to tell the others, wasn't he? And they'd all make fun of him, and Patton would hate him, and-

"Hey, deep breaths," Logan says, as he takes a step back. "I can see you're getting worked up; I shouldn't have breached your privacy, especially since you didn't answer. I can leave."

Virgil feels utterly humiliated, and he's sure Logan must feel bad, so in a moment of sheer impulse fueled by the need to ease Logan's own embarrassment and anxiety, Virgil exclaims "wait! Don't go, please. I- um- I..."

He panics over what to say next, and curses himself for thinking that this would just be easy. How did Remus just say whatever was on his mind so effortlessly?

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil sorts out his thoughts, before saying "I was listening in on your conversation earlier, and I decided to try it out, and right now I'm honestly feeling more anxious than relaxed and I kind of froze up when I heard you knocking, and I'm sorry that I-"

"Hush, Virgil," Logan says, taking a breath of his own before sighing. "I can't understand you when you ramble that fast."

Face flushing, Virgil tries to calm himself down, as he then states "I was thinking about you - about what you said, and about your voice. And your body." He feels humiliated that he's admitting this, but he feels compelled to say it. He's sure Logan would want to know if someone's masturbating to the thought of him.

Logan's silent for a moment, and Virgil's worried he may have said something that upset Logan, but then Logan's voice says "do you want my help?"

He's completely serious, and when Virgil's head shoots up to stare at Logan's face, he reads an expression of genuine curiosity. It's a legitimate offer, and one Virgil so desperately wants to both accept and decline.

Logan waits for his answer, eyes trained on Virgil's face, and after a moment, Virgil nods and says "yeah- yeah, I do. But not if you're busy! And not if you plan to tell anyone." He narrows his eyes, and while he doesn't really think Logan would do such a thing, it doesn't hurt to state his boundaries.

Logan nods though, and states "of course, and I'm not busy." He moves closer and eventually sits on the bed, before pulling the blanket down and once again exposing Virgil's cock. Virgil shifts semi-uncomfortably, and in an attempt to ease his worries, Logan inquires "would you feel more comfortable if I, too, was nude from the waist down?"

"Do you- are you comfortable with that?" Virgil asks, following it up with "and would you want me to get you off too?"

He's met with a shrug, and Logan stating "that depends on whether or not you want to. And yes, I see nothing wrong with nudity of any kind. I'm happy to do so if you believe it'd make the situation more relaxing for you."

There's probably nothing that could relax Virgil enough in this situation, but after a moment he sighs and says "I guess I'd feel more comfortable if you were half naked too." He laughs slightly as the reality of that statement sets in, before he sighs again and adds "and I guess I can help you get off. It's only fair."

And it's definitely not because Virgil kind of wants to touch Logan's cock, although he'd never admit that.

He does stare adamantly, however, as Logan easily tugs down his jeans and boxers, having no hesitation in doing either, and then sitting with his knees apart on the bed. Virgil looks away when Logan looks back at him, but then Logan's scooting forward.

"Do I have your consent to touch you?" he asks, and Virgil clears his throat, before saying "yeah- you do. What about me? Do I have your consent?"

Logan nods and confirms it all the same, before his hand is reaching for Virgil's cock. Virgil's tense as Logan's hand wraps around it, but as soon as Logan's hand starts moving, Virgil's shoulders ease with a moan.

He glances down at Logan's hand, before biting his lip, and then leaning forward. One of his hands rests on Logan's shoulders, and the other reluctantly wraps around Logan's cock. He tries to mimic Logan's movements, with his hand stroking slowly over Logan's shaft and then sliding the pad of his thumb over the slit, and he flushes as Logan's cock hardens in his grip.

A groan from Logan draws Virgil's attention, and as he looks up at Logan's face, he notices that it's bright red, and that Logan's staring completely focused at Virgil's cock. Sensing eyes on him though, he looks up, and Virgil realizes how close their faces really are.

They're staring at each other for a few brief moments, before they're lips are touching. Neither of them know who leaned in, but their eyes are squeezed closed as their tongues slide into each others mouths.

Both of them are quite inexperienced, but what they're doing now feels good, and they dont plan on stopping.

Virgil's cock starts leaking pre-come, and Logan uses it as extra lubricant over Virgil's cock, and his hand speeds up around it, causing Virgil to moan into his mouth. When Logan pulls back the slightest bit, Virgil leans closer, chasing his lips. When they're pressed together again, Virgil can really only whine out "please" before Logan's hand is in his hair and they're tasting each other again.

Once again trying to copy what Logan's doing, Virgil's hand speeds up around Logan, hoping to pleasure him the same way Logan is pleasuring him.

Logan groaning against his lips in response is an added plus, and the noises he's making sends shivers of pleasure down Virgil's spine. He scoots closer, wanting to press their bodies together, with his free hand sliding down in order to slip up under Logan's shirt. In a burst of confidence, he's feeling up Logan's chest, and Logan arches into it as his head falls back in a moan.

Virgil can easily read him once they pull away, and watches as Logan's shoulders slump and the way his eyebrows crease. It clicks for him a few seconds later that Logan must have needed this too, and suddenly he feels more confident stroking and touching him.

This was benefitting both of them; Logan had offered and Virgil was helping return the favor, and in turn they both were moaning and focusing on the own pleasure they were receiving, while simultaneously trying to pleasure the other person.

Any worries or troubles either of them may have had melt away, as do the tension in their bodies, and Virgil's hand falters slightly as he whines out "'m close!"

He attempts to buck into Logan's hand, being met with even faster strokes in response, and Virgil squeezes around the base of Logan's cock, earning a gasp in response, before Logan's gritting out "me- me too."

Virgil's eyes dart from Logan's cock back to his face, where his eyes are pressed close, his face is flushed, and he's biting his lip, and just looking at his face adds to Virgil's pleasure, and before he realizes it, his head is thrown back in a loud moan as he comes over Logan's hand, and even over a bit of Logan's body.

His hand squeezes over Logan's cock, slowing considerably as that bliss sets in, no doubt caused by the release of endorphins that his climax caused.

Logan's whine brings him out of his euphoric state, and he pushes himself back up fully, before his hand once again starts moving rapidly on Logan's cock, and Logan can hardly stutter out a warning before he's coming too, breathing rapid as his hand tugs lightly at Virgil's hair.

They both sit there for a moment, panting, before Logan moves to get up. "Thank you for that experience," he sighs out, before sucking in a deep breath afterwards. "I hope it was as satisfying for you as it was for me."

He seems completely calm after what they both participated in, and the blush from his cheeks was fading with each breath they took in. Virgil did note that his demeanor seems more relaxed, though, and Virgil can't deny that he is too.

His anxiety seems to have melted away, at least for now, and he can really only nod and say "it was," and hope that Logan decides that they both need to relax again together sometime soon.

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Dirty Talk

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Day 29: dirty talk Warnings: degradation, blowjobs, leg humping

"How long will the others be out?" Roman asks, eyes turned towards the front door. Outside, rain poured, and every once in a while lightning struck, momentarily illuminating the otherwise dark living room.

The television was on, playing a movie that Roman had seen many times before, but it hardly provided much light during the current scene - one more dark and gritty. Roman craved the return of the sweet scenes with colour and light, so he'd suffer through the dark with a pout until they came on again.

Janus was curled up on the other side of the couch, a blanket draped over his lap, and a book in hand. Roman recognized it as one of Logan's books, identified easily by the sticky notes peaking out from between pages, no doubt covered in small lettering identifying parts of the book that Logan deemed interesting or noteworthy. Leaning forward slightly, Roman attempted to catch a glimpse of the title, but he couldn't manage.

"All Patton said was that they'd be back tonight," Janus responds, voice smooth as he flips a page. "Judging by how bad the storm has gotten, they might not even decide to do that. Virgil probably started freaking out the moment lightning struck."

"Do you think they're going to get a hotel?"

Janus sighs, as he closes the book over his thumbs, preserving his spot. "I don't know, Roman."

"Do you think we should call them and-"

Before Roman has the opportunity to finish his question, Janus shifts his position on the couch and kicks Roman's leg, Roman dramatically curling up into a ball and saying "ow! Meanie!" He's pouting, as he rubs the spot on his leg Janus had kicked, but Janus just rolls his eyes and sets the book on the coffee table, turning back to Roman entirely.

"Can you hush?" Janus states, as he stretches. After sitting idle for a long period of time, his body ached. "The others are probably fine. Pay attention to your movie or something; quit worrying about them." Upon seeing Roman's pout, Janus specifies "or at least quit vocalizing your worry. It's frankly quite annoying."

Roman whines out a protest, before he dramatically slumps over onto Janus's legs entirely. "But the movie is boring right now," he says, bottom lip jutted out in a point. "And I'm bored!"

Usually one of the others is able to distract him or entertain him for quite a bit of time, and even when they aren't around Roman can usually get wrapped up in his work to the point where he leaves Janus alone.

But, it seems that his wish for peace and quiet wouldn't be granted, as Roman whines and complains about a lack of stimuli while lightly pounding on Janus's legs similarly to the way a child would throw a tantrum.

"Pity," Janus hisses, as he kicks Roman away from his legs, before curling back up into a ball. His blanket had been discarded due to the movement, but before he could reach for it and toss it back over his lap, Roman crawls over the couch and fully rests his upper half on Janus's lap.

Janus never understood why Roman was so affectionate, even while complaining and pouting, and he didn't exactly know how to react. Pushing him off again would only result in Roman crawling back, despite the fact Janus didn't care that he was bored, and could honestly do without all the touching.

"Janus!" Roman whines, before he rubs his head against Janus's stomach, nuzzling him close in an attempt to cuddle him. Janus can't deny that he's very much enjoying the pure heat radiating of of the other, but he still let out an annoyed scowl as Roman then pleads "please, entertain me?"

With a scoff, Janus combs his hands through his own hair, clearly annoyed. However, knowing that Roman wouldn't quit bothering until he did, Janus sits up fully, stretching in an attempt to soothe the ache in his body from sitting still for so long.

Roman, sensing he'd convinced him, sits up fully too, excited by whatever idea Janus had or will come up with.

"What's your colour?" Janus asks, as he brushes off his lap, making it seem like Roman had some sort of disease that made Janus want to wipe away any potential germs. Roman flushes at his words, though, and ends up shyly looking away.

"Oh- oh. I didn't realize you'd want to do something so... so..." Roman stammers over his thoughts, clearly unsure of how to process the fact Janus wanted to do something sexual. "Well, to be frank, I didn't realize you wanted to have sex." His voice turns into a whisper as he nears the end of his sentence, clearly flustered by Janus's implications, but it just makes Janus roll his eyes.

"I take it that's a 'no,' then?" Janus asks, as he reaches for his book, although Roman immediately exclaims "no! I mean, no, that's not a no. Let me start over!"

He draws in a deep breath, desperately trying to will away the blush on his face, while also trying to sort out his thoughts, before he says "my colour is green. I just was caught off guard. Having sex is not what I expected to do tonight."

"And it's not what we'll do tonight," Janus replies, rolling his eyes yet again. "I'm not really in the mood to fuck you senseless." Roman's face turns a darker shade of red at Janus's bluntness, and he's convinced Janus phrased it that way on purpose judging by the way his lips quirked up in a smirk.

Roman scoots ever closer, staying cautious in case Janus decides to fluster him further, but Janus finally lets himself grin.

"I was thinking, how about you suck me off and shut up for a bit, and maybe, if I'm feeling up for it, I'll even let you come." Janus speaks smoothly, with confidence and smugness dripping from his words, and he pushes himself forward so that he's on his knees, face to face with Roman fully. He drags a finger under Roman's chin, and Roman leans forward, as if following it, eyes staring intensely into Janus's, much to Janus's delight.

Before Roman can even process what's happening, he's is sliding onto the floor, seemingly pleased with Janus's idea. He's nodding, still flustered, as he rambles "yeah- okay. Okay, that seems fun." It did seem fun. It wasn't what Roman was expecting by any means, but he asked for something to entertain him, and Janus was sweet enough to deliver.

Janus guides Roman to kneel between his legs, as he gracefully unbuttons his pants and tugs his boxers down just enough to pull out his cock.

He gives it a few strokes in order to work it to full hardness, and when he notices Roman staring, the words "what, see something you like, slut?" slip out of his mouth, sounding just as casual as if Janus was asking any other normal question.

And Roman's face is burning, as he swallows the spit in his mouth. That doesn't seem to satisfy Janus though, as his smirk falls into a slight frown. "I asked you a question, whore. Answer me," he grits out, moments later, and Roman shakes his head slightly, as if snapping himself out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he apologizes, eyes glancing up at Janus who's looking down at him with intense eyes. Roman looks away, gulping, before he ends up looking back at Janus's cock. "Yeah- yeah I do. I like your cock," he answers, voice quiet and shy; a stark contrast to how loud and boastful Roman normally is. Admittedly, Janus likes how shy and easily embarrassed Roman is when it came to sex. It was different, and honestly quite cute.

"Good boy," Janus purrs, and Roman can't help the shiver of pleasure that courses through his body at the words.

He leans closer, and the tip of Janus's cock traces over his lips, and Roman's quick to open his mouth for it. Janus's cock slides into his mouth, and Roman has to resist moaning as the weight settles on his tongue.

Janus's fingers comb gently through his hair, although his words are a rough contrast, as he groans out "fuck, Roman. I like you so much better with your lips around my cock, like the good little slut you are."

Roman moans around Janus's length, before he takes more of it in, tonguing and sucking around the tip. It really is a mindless task, and it occupies Roman's mouth and gives his tongue something to do. His constant chattering and chewing on pen caps could have easily been replaced by sucking Janus off this entire time.

Maybe he'd ask to do this more often.

Stealing a glance up at Janus's face, Roman can see that Janus is relaxed against the couch, eyes gently closed and quiet moans slipping past his lips as Roman continues to lick and suck at his cock.

Roman takes it as his own pace, swallowing around the length as he leans in closer to take in more. The tip of Janus's cock rubs against the back of his throat, and as he gags, he leans back slightly. With just the tip in his mouth again, Roman's tongue runs over the slit, and Janus's fingers tighten in his hair, before Roman's head is moving back down.

He's taken up a slow pace, but he's focused on pleasuring Janus, and really focusing on the way Janus's cock felt in his mouth.

It's all he could really think about; the taste of precum dripping down his throat makes him moan, and he's quick to swallow what he can and suck eagerly in hopes more will be produced. As he takes in more of Janus's cock, he hums, trying hard not to gag this time. He wants to take it all, and as his nose presses against Janus's pelvic region, Roman can't help but moaning again.

Admittedly, he's hard just from sucking Janus off. His quiet moans are like music to Roman's ears, and he tries to discretely roll his hips against the carpet in hopes of relieving some of uncomfortable ache in his pants. His hands itched to undo his pants and stroke himself, but instead they settled on Janus's thighs, squeezing gently at the skin as he slowly bobs his head on Janus's cock.

It's relaxed, and compared to how rough Roman knew Janus could get, it was a nice change of pace. He was given full control, and was tasked with pleasuring Janus, and he was trying his hardest to do a good job.

"Good boy- my good little whore," Janus breathes, voice smooth and sweet, and Roman's closes his own eyes at the words, taking in the feeling of Janus's cock dragging across his tongue, the hand petting his head like he's a beloved pet, and Janus's words filling his ears. All the senses please him more, and he speeds up his bobbing slightly.

His hands tighten on Janus's legs as Janus moans out "fuck, Roman, I'm close."

It makes Roman shiver with delight, as he focuses primarily on driving Janus to come. His tongue laps over the slit, as he hums every time he fully deepthroats Janus's shaft. One of his hands fall from Janus's thigh, and instead moves to his balls, lightly squeezing and fondling them in an attempt to give Janus added pleasure.

With a light tug to his hair, and a groan of Roman's name, Janus suddenly comes in Roman's mouth. Roman chokes as he pulls back slightly, swallowing what he can in hopes nothing spills out and stains the carpet.

He wipes the remainder off his chin, before looking up at Janus with needy eyes. "Janus- Janus please get me off. I need to come so bad," he pleads, still pathetically humping the ground. Janus stares down at him, as if internally debating whether or not he'll let Roman come today.

With a sigh, though, Janus shifts his position slightly. He takes the time to tuck his cock back into his pants, before he moves one of his legs to rest between Roman's thighs.

"You can hump against my leg," Janus says, as if that's a privilege. "If you don't want to, then you won't be getting off at all tonight."

It was either humiliate himself or be stuck painfully hard and desperate until his boner sadly went away. Weighing both options, Roman found he'd much rather come that have to hold back entirely, so he leans against Janus's leg, face bright red as he very shyly grinds against Janus's shin.

"Ah-ah," Janus tuts, raising an eyebrow as Roman looks up at him. "Be polite, Roman. What do you say?"

Roman doubts his face can get anymore red than it is currently, and he stammers over his word as he looks away from Janus's face, overly flustered. Despite his embarrassment, he still utters "thank you, Janus," which earns Janus combing through his hair and responding with "good boy, Roman."

He keeps his head down and tucked into Janus's leg, whining softly as he gets slightly more confident with his grinding. He's rolling his hips repeatedly against Janus's leg, humping against him like a mutt in heat, and Janus compares him to such too.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he asks, although it's a rhetorical question. He doesn't expect Roman to answer, and he doesn't want him to either. "Grinding against me like a fucking dog. A stupid bitch. That's what you are; a fucking mutt."

Roman moans at his words, cock leaking in his pants, and he knows he won't last much longer. He's babbling out a mixture of Janus's name and incoherent noises, needing to do something with his mouth now that it's unoccupied again.

"Janus- Janus please," he begs, not exactly knowing what he's begging for. For a less humiliating way to get off, perhaps? Although it doesn't seem like Janus has changed his mind on that, as he starts moving his leg up in an attempt to match Roman's grinds down.

In doing so, Roman's head falls back in a pleased moan, as he grips tighter to Janus's leg. "Please!" he cries, face flushed and hair disheveled from Janus's hand constantly running through his locks, and as Janus admires his pathetic face, he notices that Roman's even drooling.

"Are you close, Roman?" Janus asks, and Roman can really only whine and nod as his forehead rests against Janus's legs. It makes Janus grin just seeing the way Roman's body trembled slightly. So overwhelmed from so little stimuli.

Smiling softly, Janus then purrs "come for me then, slut. Make a mess of your pants like the dirty whore you are."

And, well, Roman can't really disobey. Grinding a bit more against Janus's leg pushes him completely over the edge, and his head lolls back as he lets out a high whine and comes in his pants. He humps against Janus as he rides out his orgasm, before he slumps over completely, breathing heavily.

"Alright, Roman," Janus says, after a moment, causing Roman to look up at him, still breathing heavily. Janus holds his arms out as he moves his leg back, and Roman looks at him confused.

"Come cuddle," Janus then clarifies, rolling is eyes, although it sounds more like an order. It's a demand that Roman is happy to follow. Although somewhat uncomfortable feeling the dampness in his pants, he doesn't hesitate crawling onto the couch with Janus, and nuzzling up against his chest.

After all, they had all the time in the world to cuddle. The rest of the night, anyway, and they could probably manage to shower before the others got home. Hopefully, at least.

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Overstimulation

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Moxiety (Patton x Virgil) Day 26: overstimulation Warnings: overstimulation, restraints, vibrators, safewords A drabble

"Still good to go?" Virgil asks, as the faint buzz of a vibrator can still be heard. Virgil held tightly to the base of it, and had stopped pumping it in and out of Patton once the moral side came.

... again.

The mess on his chest was evident that they'd been going at this for a while.

At first, it was Virgil fingering him to completion. A few kisses were exchanged between then as Virgil's fingers continuously massaged his prostate until he came for the first time.

Then, Patton was pressed to the bed as Virgil handcuffed his wrists to the headboard, and he was fucked hard and slow by Virgil, his cock being pumped while Virgil basically used him to satisfy his own needs.

After he came again, and Virgil came inside of him, Virgil had pulled out a vibrating dildo after pulling his own boxers back on. The toy was long and thick, and made Patton shake with the intensity of the vibrations and the oversensitivity he was feeling.

He moved it in and out of Patton's ass, a lot quicker than Patton would have expected from him, the toy thrusting against his prostate repeatedly. He came once more, and that's when Virgil had stopped.

The toy had stayed nestled against his prostate while Virgil checked in on Patton's wellbeing.

"I know you said you wanted to go all night, but you know I have trouble knowing whether or not you're exaggerating," Virgil they says, preparing to pull the toy out per Patton's request. He waits for Patton to answer, but is admittedly surprised when Patton ends up whining out "keep going, please."

Virgil's quick to nod, and his hand speeds up on moving the toy again, causing Patton to arch his back and moan. Virgil leans down and kisses his pudgy stomach, his free hand kneading the fat on one of Patton's thighs; he's being rather sweet to make up for the rapid pace he's moving the toy at.

His kisses are soft with the occasional nip here in there, which makes Patton moan and whine as he does, before he babbles out that he's close again.

Virgil speeds up his movements with the toy, until Patton's shaking as he comes again, and then whining out afterwards their safeword. Virgil quickly pulls the toy out, and then works to uncuff Patton's hands. Patton pulls him down into a kiss as soon as he's freed, and Virgil lets him, kissing him softly before pulling away.

"Want to shower?" he asks, hands soothingly rubbing Patton's thighs. Patton nods sleepily, so Virgil scoops him up - he's surprisingly stronger than what someone would initially suspect - and carries him to the bathroom, while Patton cuddles closer, filled with the mind-numbing bliss he had been chasing.

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Discovered

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Anxmile (Virgil x Emile - don't know the ship name so i made one up) Day 25: Caught masturbating Warnings: Handjobs, getting caught, blowjobs

He was stressed.

That was the long and short of it. He could only handle so much of the other's bickering, yelling, and full-blown fighting before he snapped.

And sure, maybe it was his job. Maybe it was part of his function! But he still got stressed, and one couldn't fault him for that.

Who?

Dr. Emile Picani, of course.

As a therapist, he was trained to be able to handle these sort of situations and work to better things, and often times he's able to do just that. But that doesn't mean he doesn't end up taking a piece of work home with him almost every night, and is left with the perilous thoughts of being a potentially bad therapist, or even doing more harm than good.

So, recognizing his stressed nature, he had decided to do something to relieve himself. And, while the first thing that came to mind might not have been the healthiest thing, he was looking for a quick and easy solution.

Alone, in his room, Emile tugs his pants and boxers down slightly, and pulls out his cock.

He'll quickly get himself off, take a much needed rest, and hopefully be refreshed enough to better handle his patients problems tomorrow! It's always best to face things with a clear head.

He grabs some lube from nearby, before pouring some into his hand. He closes it and sets it to the side, before turning back to his cock. He wraps a hand around it, stroking it a few times to work it to full hardness, before he lets out a small sigh.

He let's his mind wander to fantasies he's had, and ends up imagining his boyfriend stroking his cock. His hand works slow, as he fully allows himself to relax against his pillows. He can almost envision how Virgil would handle this.

Multiple exchanges of "are you sure this is okay?" met with Emile's constant, sweet reassurance of "yes, Virgil, it's okay," mixed in with his inquiries of "am I doing good? How are you feeling, Emile?" which always served to make Emile moan. Virgil's consent doubled as dirty talk, and even though he did in fact care about Emile's comfort above all else, he knows the way he phrases things can get his boyfriend hot and bothered.

He's so lost in thought just thinking about it, that he's convinced he's imagining Virgil calling "Emile? I need you," to work him up further.

However, when his door suddenly opens, Emile is pulled out of his head, and is met with the actual sight of his boyfriend, fully dressed (sans hoodie) and looking rather surprised.

"Oh-!" Virgil suddenly exclaims, before he turns and rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sudden intrusion and quick exit makes Emile flush, but the therapist knows he'll have to do something soon or Virgil will feel bad about invading his privacy for the rest of his life.

He rushes to pull up his boxers and pants, quickly buttoning them and internally cursing himself for being so uncomfortably hard, before he rushes out of his room.

"Virgil!" he calls, down the hall, as he catches sight of his boyfriend hastily walking away from Emile's room with his head in his hands.

Virgil looks up briefly, turning around, before glancing down, only to flush when he sees that Emile is still very hard.

"Virgil, I'm sorry," Emile says, as he approaches his boyfriend, tense and frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and the shock he felt from earlier. "I... I was lost in thought when you addressed me. I should have thought to at least lock my door."

"No, it's okay, I should have known better than to walk in without receiving a response," Virgil responds, swallowing the spit in his mouth. "I didn't mean to disturb you; I can get Patton or someone to help me. You can carry on..." Virgil states, going to awkwardly turn around again, only for Emile to softly seize his hand.

"I was... I was thinking about you," Emile states, hoping that his sudden admission wouldn't scare Virgil off. "I know we aren't that sexual a couple, but you're just... so irresistible when you indulge in sexual things. I couldn't help but get distracted by the thought of you."

Virgil's cheeks were red, and his mouth opened as he searched for a response, before closing it again when he can't find one.

However, Emile then says "come help me? Please?" And Virgil can hardly resist him.

Sure, relieving stress on his own would be nice, but having the person he loved most help him out would be better, hence why Emile smiles happily when Virgil nods and ends up holding Emile's hand tight as they head back to the therapist's room.

Emile pulls Virgil inside, and makes sure to actually shut and lock the door this time, before Virgil's hands are on his hips and he's being led to the bed.

Without being prompted, Virgil settles between his legs, waiting for Emile to tug down his pants and boxers, fully this time. He tosses them to the side, before Virgil clears his throat, and asks "may I?" Even with Emile's implied offer, Virgil still had to be sure he wanted this.

Emile smiles at how caring Virgil is, and cards a hand through his hair as he states "yes, you may."

With pink cheeks, Virgil ends up wrapping his lips around the tip of Emile's cock. Emile continues combing through Virgil's hair, a soft moan escaping him as Virgil's tongue slides over the slit. Virgil keeps his head down, and while Emile would love to meet his eyes while Virgil sucked him off, he thinks that the shy nature of Virgil was cute as well.

As Virgil takes more of Emile's cock into his mouth, Emile's head falls back in a moan. He tugs ever so slightly on Virgil's hair, and Virgil deepthroats Emile fully in response.

Emile doesn't keep himself from going lax, as he relaxes fully and lets Virgil take care of him. He doesn't need to think with Virgil going down on him so expertly. He breaths out "so, so good for me," and "feels so good," in between moans; the motivation seems to drive Virgil to please him further.

The anxious side's hands are placed softly on Emile's thighs, encouraging Emile to keep his legs spread, as Virgil bobs his head. He's focused fully on making Emile feel good, and Emile's moans and breathy praise were easy tells regarding his feelings.

He could sense the tension in Emile practically melting away, and Emile eventually gasps out "Virgil... I'm close."

Virgil pulls of Emile's cock at that, his hand taking over as he scoots closer to his boyfriend. Emile eagerly leans in as Virgil cups his face, and they sweetly kiss as Virgil's hand quickly works over Emile's shaft.

The padding of his thumb slides over the slit, and his other hand falls from Emile's face in order to fondle his balls, making Emile whine into the kiss. A few more strokes, and Emile suddenly comes, head falling back as he moans out Virgil's name.

Virgil works him through his orgasm, before his hand comes to a stop when Emile starts to whine.

Virgil lets Emile take his time to breathe, before Emile suddenly pulls Virgil in for another soft kiss. Emile holds it for a moment, before he pulls back, breathing out "shower with me?" which Virgil immediately nods his head in response to.

Emile definitely felt way more relaxed, and comparably happier in his boyfriends arms while they showered, and he knew he'd get a good nights rest with Virgil spooning him protectively.

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In The Shower

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Sleepxiety (Remy x Virgil) Day 22: In the shower/tub Warnings: Sex in the shower, degradation, masturbating, getting caught masturbating

He didn't do this often. Well, to be fair, Virgil didn't do either of these things often. He hardly masturbated, and his often bad mental health kept him from showering most days.

Yet, here he was, taking a much needed shower and getting rid of pent up stress.

Or, at least, that was the plan, but that's suddenly interrupted as the bathroom door is thrown open. Virgil's hand squeezes around his cock, as one other hand slaps over his mouth, before they both fall as he peaks through the shower curtain.

"Remy!" Virgil hisses, looking significantly less threatening without his edgy makeup and with his hair slicked in front of his face.

Remy's up on the bathroom counter, grinning at him. "Heya Virge. Didn't know you were showering."

"You can hear it from the other side of the door, you prick," Virgil growls out, closing the curtain once again. He stands with his arms crossed under the water, his cock still hard and leaking. He just wants to finish himself off and get out, but here Remy was, preventing him from doing so.

"I could also hear some pretty explicit noises from the other side of the door," Remy then comments, casually, and Virgil freezes where he stands.

His heart's racing, and there's silence for a few moments, before Remy snickers.

"You okay?"

No, no Virgil was not okay, but he couldn't seem to find his voice. And he hated how smug Remy sounded, and how his cock twitched in interest at his voice.

"Virgey," Remy coos. "Don't tell me you shut down on me." Still silence. Virgil couldn't speak, mostly in fear of what he would say.

"Hmm, well... if you're going to stay silent, I guess I'll just leave."

'Yes, please leave.'

"Although... I was going to offer to help you finish." Virgil's breath hitches, his hand slowly coming back to his cock and slowly stroking it once again. "I know you like doing things independently, but just imagine my thick cock filling you up, baby. Your chest pressed up against the wall as I fuck you hard and fast. How does that make you feel, Vi? Does that sound fun?"

Virgil currently had his back against one of the walls in the shower, stroking his cock fast as he listened to Remy talk, his face red with embarrassment. Although, he pauses, a moan caught in his throat when Remy mentions fucking him.

"Please," Virgil whines out, albeit quietly, but it's enough for Remy.

"That a yes?"

"Yes, Remy, please."

Remy grins, quickly undressing, before snagging the lube he brought with him because he definitely knew what he was doing.

He steps into the shower, Virgil's eyes on him in an instant, watching his every move. Remy smiles, moving to press their bodies together.

Remy's still grinning as his hand lands on Virgil's waist, before sliding down his side and over his thigh - hand lightly squeezing and groping, before Remy puts the small bottle of lube into his mouth, using both of his hands to quickly turn Virgil's body over, pressing his chest against the wall. Virgil barely has time to gasp before Remy's hands are squeezing Virgil's ass and thighs, Virgil's face turning a dark shade of red.

"Remy!" he hisses out, prompting Remy to grab the lube from his mouth.

"You already stretched for me, baby?" Remy asks, uncapping the lube. Surprisingly, he doesn't know how often Virgil has sex, so he's unsure of whether or not he needs to be prepped.

However, Virgil nods, which is a pleasant surprise.

Remy snickers, and presses a kiss to Virgil's shoulder. "Great, then we won't have to waste time. We're lucky you're such a whore."

Virgil whines at the name, as Remy quickly lubes up his cock, before he spreads Virgil's cheeks apart with one of his hands, squeezing it while he does so, before teasing his cock around Virgil's hole. Virgil goes to say something snappy, slightly irritated that Remy isn't hurrying this along, before Remy harshly thrusts into Virgil's ass.

Virgil gasps as his hands slide against the wet tile, one of Remy's hands tangling in his hair and keeping his face pressed uncomfortably hard against the wall, and the other holding tight to Virgil's waist.

Remy's face is buried in Virgil's neck, placing quick kisses and harsh bites over the expanse of pale skin, earning yelps and moans in response.

He gives Virgil a moment to relax and adjust, but the moment Virgil starts gently rocking his hips back, Remy pulls out, before roughly thrusting back in, slamming Virgil against the tiled wall and eliciting a moan from him.

"Fuck, Remy," he moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He needed this. He needed sexual release, but having somebody else here to help felt so much better. The warmth of the shower water spraying over the both of them hardly compared to the heat Remy was radiating as his chest pressed against Virgil's back, kissing and nipping up his jaw.

"I bet you just wanted someone to hear you," Remy growls out, biting and Virgil's earlobe. "You were moaning like the slut you are on purpose, hoping somebody would walk by and hear. You just wanted to be fucked senseless, isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Virgil cries out, as Remy nails his prostate. His blunt nails scraping against the wall, as his head is thrown back and laying against Remy's shoulder.

Remy laughs breathily, a sound that sends a shiver down Virgil's spine.

"Remy- Remy I'm close," he moans out, prompting Remy's hands to squeeze his hips.

"I've really done a number on you, huh, Vi," Remy growls out. "Close already? Does my cock make you feel that good?"

"Yes, Remy, yes!" Drool is dripping down Virgil's chin, and Remy himself is growing close. His hand slithers around Virgil's waist, grabbing his cock and stroking it fast, causing Virgil to cry out Remy's name as he comes against the shower wall, clenching around Remy's cock.

With a few more thrusts, Remy comes into Virgil's ass with a low groan, before he pulls out, easing up on Virgil's hips as well.

"How are you feeling, babe?" Remy asks, voice considerably softer. Virgil doesn't answer at first, taking a moment to catch his breath, before he's able to stand up fully, the hot water going back to fully hitting his skin. Remy's arms are loosely wrapped around his waist, more so to keep him balanced than anything else.

After a few moments, Virgil sucks in a deep breath. "Good. Really good. Thank God we're already in the shower, though."

Both of them snicker, before Remy kisses the side of Virgil's head, and helps him clean up.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Threesome

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Anamoceit (Virgil x Patton x Janus) Day 19: Threesome Warnings: threesome, sex, hair pulling, fisting, cum marking?

"This is stupid," Virgil hisses, his arms crossed over his exposed stomach. "I hate the way I look right now."

"Oh, please," Patton says, turning away from the mirror to face Virgil. "You look beautiful." Patton's hands softly grab Virgil's arms and pull them away from his body. They were both dressed up, for no real reason other than Patton was getting bored and playing dress up was one of the first ideas to cross his mind, but the clothes they were wearing were so... revealing.

They were both in crop tops, Virgil's a flowy black, while Patton's was a tight, light blue with a flower pattern, and skirts, Virgil's being purple and plaid, with Patton's being a pastel yellow to match the flowers on his top.

And they looked cute, in Patton's opinion, but Virgil couldn't resist pulling the skirt up a bit higher in an attempt to hide the pudge in his stomach.

Virgil huffed turning to fully face Patton. "You look even more beautiful," Virgil argues, his hands finding Patton's waist. He's rubbing circles into them, Patton happily wrapping his hands around Virgil's neck. Patton's smiling, as he pulls Virgil in for a kiss.

As much as Virgil dislikes the way he looks, he likes that at least Patton likes it.

"My, my, you two look stunning," came a voice from the doorway, and Virgil quickly pushed Patton away, his head whipping towards the door. His face is flushed in embarrassment.

He sighs when he realizes who it is.

"Jan!" Patton exclaims, bounding into Janus's arms, who holds him close and kisses his head.

"Jesus, Janus, don't fucking scare us like that," Virgil hisses, ignoring Patton's shout of "language" in favor of trudging into Janus's arms, one of which was outstretched towards Virgil. Janus just rolls his eyes at Virgil's words, pressing a small kiss to Virgil's nose, which Virgil then scowls at.

"What's the occasion for the clothing?" Janus asks, one of his hands running gently over Patton's back, while the other was holding Virgil to his chest, hand on his waist.

"Nothing special," Patton admits. "I just wanted to dress up! I think we look nice. Don't you think we look nice, Jan?"

"I do. You both look wonderful."

Patton's smiling wide, as he turns to Virgil. "See, Vi? Even Jan thinks you look nice! I told you!"

"Patton!" Virgil growls, momentarily glancing up at Janus, only to see him looking back at Virgil with pursed lips.

He feels another one of Janus's hands gently stroke his hair, and he's half tempted to smack it away. "Kitten, did you think you didn't look nice?" Janus asks him, voice surprisingly soft and genuine for someone usually so sassy.

Virgil's face scrunched up. "Don't call me that."

A gentle laugh escapes Janus, leaning down to press a kiss to Virgil's lips, which he grumpily returns. Janus's hands, which had both been placed on his hips, now slide gently down his legs, and onto his bare thigh, before going back up and sliding under the skirt. Virgil's face turns bright pink, as Janus breaks the kiss.

"No panties," Janus says, sounding slightly heartbroken, and Virgil scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"I wear briefs, dumbass, you know that."

"Language," Patton comments, before excitedly turning to Janus. "I wore panties!" He's quick to lift up the front of his skirt and show off said panties, hardly even thinking twice about it. It was just underwear!

They were a baby blue, and had lace along the sides. The outline of Patton's dick was clearly visible through the thin material.

Virgil could only glance, before he had to look away, flushing at the sight.

Janus, on the other hand, let out two other hands, grabbing Patton's waist and pulling him closer. Patton dropped his skirt back down in the process, but Janus's hands were quick to lift it back up and run his hands over Patton's thighs and teasingly over his clothed cock.

Patton gasps, and then slaps his hands onto his skirt, pushing it down and shoving Janus's hands away in the process. "Naughty boy!" Patton hisses, trying to suppress the rising blush in his cheeks, while Janus laughs and Virgil snickers.

"I'm sorry, baby, you just look so cute," Janus coos, turning away from Virgil, who's eyes are drifting between Patton and the floor, while Janus's hands focus on Patton.

Begrudgingly, he removes his hands from Patton, and focusing instead on pulling off his gloves, before he goes back to feeling up Patton. Patton doesn't stop him, his hands instead finding Janus's chest and running down it, before sliding back up and under his shirt.

Virgil stood off to the side, awkwardly playing with the edge of his skirt as he watched them.

How he longed to be in either of their positions, but he wouldn't bring it up, not wanting to disturb the two of them.

Patton seemed to notice, however, lightly tapping on Janus's chest before motioning towards Virgil.

"Jay, don't leave our beautiful little stormcloud out of this," Patton says, holding an arm out and urging Virgil to come join them. Virgil frowns at the nickname but awkwardly shuffles closer nonetheless, Patton grabbing his waist and pulling him closer.

Patton himself backs up against Janus's chest, holding Virgil in front of him by the waist. He pulls Virgil down for a kiss, before Janus breaks it by pulling Virgil back by the hair. Virgil's bitter about it, obviously, but the way he's biting his lip is a clear sign he's definitely into it. Janus pulls him in for a kiss of his own, smashing Patton between the two of them, although Patton definitely doesn't mind.

Patton's hands are trailing over Virgil's body, squeezing his love handles, before dipping underneath his skirt. His hands grope Virgil's ass, causing him to gasp and break his kiss with Janus.

"Really, Pat? Feeling him up before I get the chance?" Janus says, feigning hurt.

Patton chuckles. "I can't help it Jay, look at him. He's so pretty."

"I'm literally right here."

Janus rolls his eyes, pulling Virgil in for a quick kiss. "And we're happy about that," he mutters against Virgil's lips when they pull away, before his hands are back on Patton.

"I think I have an idea on where this is going," Janus says, his hand once against running teasingly over Patton's now hard cock, causing Patton to gasp and buck into Janus's hand. "But, colours?"

"Green," Patton says, almost immediately, bucking his hips desperately. "Please, Jay."

Janus smiles at Patton's eagerness, before looking at Virgil, who's eyes are transfixed on Patton's beautiful face. It takes him a minute to register that he's supposed to respond, but he's quick to nod when he realizes.

"Green," he says, clearing his throat as he looks away. Janus grins.

"Wonderful," he says, his hands leaving Patton, much to his distaste, but without focusing on Janus's hands on him, he can instead focus on feeling up Virgil. "What do you two want to do?"

"I wanna suck Vi off," Patton says, almost immediately, causing Virgil to blush. "I wanna show him how much I appreciate his pretty body, and his pretty cock."

"Patton!" Virgil hisses, his hands coming down on his skirt, attempting to hide his growing erection. Patton's hands are feeling over his ass and running up his back, just wanting to feel him absolutely everywhere. And Janus is happy to stand back for a moment and watch as Virgil's hands can do nothing more than hold to Patton's waist - a meek effort to continue touching him.

Janus moves closer after a minute, flipping up the skirt and running his hands over Patton's ass. "Can I fuck your pretty hole then, darling?" he asks, loving the way Patton tries to push his hips back against Janus's hands.

"Please- oh, please do, Jay!"

"Always my eager boy, aren't you, baby?" Janus coos, before he pats Patton's ass. "Can you get on the bed for me, love?"

Patton's quick to nod, before scrambling to get on his bed, sitting on his knees as he watches Janus move onto Virgil. Janus's hands grab Virgil's hips and pull him close and into a kiss.

When he pulls away, he mumbles "beautiful," causing Virgil to blush, and huff, and look away.

"Shut up."

Janus laughs quietly, before kissing Virgil's forehead.

"Jay!" Patton whines, his hands pawing at the bedsheets in an effort to keep his hands off of himself. Both Janus and Virgil look over at him, and Patton pouts. He couldn't help being impatient! They'd gotten him all worked up!

"Sorry baby," Janus says, before turning back to Virgil. "Patton wants you, Virge. Aren't you going to give him what he wants?"

Virgil's face is bright pink, but he nods, before his hands go to the top of his skirt, moving to go pull it down, before he's stopped by Janus.

"Keep the clothes on."

Virgil's eyes widen, but he nods, as Janus pulls his hands away and turns him towards the bed. Virgil gets the idea and moves to climb onto it, Janus smacking his ass as he does so.

Virgil yelps, and quickly sits himself down. "Fuck you!" he hisses, before his skirt is being lifted and Patton's palming his cock. One of Patton's hands is on Virgil's thigh, holding it to the side so he could have easy access to Virgil's crotch.

"Language," Patton says, as Virgil rolls his hips up into Patton's hand.

Janus quickly strips himself of his own pesky clothes, drawing Virgil's attention. Virgil's eyes scan over his body, but he quickly glances away when he realizes Janus caught Virgil checking him out.

Normally, Janus would playfully tease him about such a thing, but he was feeling rather nice today.

Surprisingly.

Janus grabs the lube they keep in the bedside drawer, before crawling into bed behind Patton. He flips Patton's skirt up, Patton paying him little mind as he tugs Virgil's boxers down. He's quick to fish out Virgil's hard cock and give it a few strokes, before glancing up at Virgil, who's eyes were screwed shut. He had his pointer finger in his mouth, biting down hard on it in an attempt to stifle his sounds.

Pathetic that he's getting so riled up from Patton lightly stroking his cock, but he couldn't help it.

Janus uncaps the lube and quickly lubes up his fingers, before moving Patton's panties to the side. He pauses for one second, before running his clean hand over Patton's ass.

"Pat, baby, do you want both my cocks?" he asks, needing to know how much prep Patton would require. Patton's quick to nod, his hand speeding up slightly around Virgil's cock, causing Virgil to let out a shaky moan.

"Please, Jay," Patton moans out, heavily aroused by the idea. Janus grins, before pushing one of his lubed fingers into Patton.

Patton whines at the sensation, before he moves his head forward to take the head of Virgil's cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tip, Virgil's breath stuttering at the action. Janus enjoyed getting to watch from his position, and Virgil cracked his eyes open, feeling the same way about his own position.

He'd get to watch Patton eagerly suck on his cock and watch Janus pound Patton's ass. What a lucky guy.

Janus eventually adds a second finger, than a third, stretching Patton's asshole so that he could take both of Janus's cocks. Janus ends up pulling his fingers out after a minute, before he pours more lube onto his hand, covering it all, before he curls his hand into a fist and slowly pushes it into Patton. Patton whines, and tries to push back on it.

"Colours?" Janus asks, Patton popping off of Virgil's cock to whine out a pathetic "green," before going back to sucking on Virgil's cock.

"G-green," Virgil stammers out, leaning back against the headboard as he laces his fingers through Patton's hair. If Janus were in this position, Virgil would be forcing him down, but he was too soft with Patton to even think about doing something like that.

He didn't really have to, though, seeing as Patton was eager to deepthroat him on his own. Janus continued fisting him for a minute, before he pulled his fist out. Mf would probably wanna clean that later.

He quickly lubes up both of his cocks, before lining one up with Patton's entrance. He slowly pushes in, leaning over Patton as he does so. Janus combs his own fingers through Patton's hair, knocking Virgil's hand away, before Janus forces Patton's head all the way down on Virgil's cock, thrusting his own cock all the way into Patton as he does so.

Patton and Virgil both moan at the same time, Patton's moan sending vibrations up Virgil's cock, causing his hands to twist themselves in the bed sheets.

Janus's hand falls from Patton's hair, Patton taking that as a sign to start bobbing his head up and down on Virgil's cock, drawing moans from the anxious side. Janus then, after a few seconds, slowly pulled out his cock, before thrusting back into Patton.

Every thrust causes Patton to moan, which then causes Virgil to moan as Patton continues to deepthroat Virgil's cock. Janus adored it. His two baby's moaning, and looking so pretty as they did.

He thrusts a few more times, before he comes to a stop, causing Patton to whine. He moans, however, when he feels both of Janus's cock push inside of him. Patton's back arches at the sensation, his eyes rolling back into his head as he moans around Virgil's cock.

Janus's nails are digging into his hips, and Patton's finding it hard to focus on pleasing Virgil when Janus is ramming into him.

It's even harder to focus when Janus suddenly rams into his prostate, causing Patton to cry out around Virgil's cock. Virgil's back arches at the sensation, bucking his hips up into Patton's mouth. Patton gags around his cock, but doesn't stop. His tongue is working rapidly over Virgil's cock, as Janus continues to fuck him hard and fast.

Janus wraps his hand around Patton's cock, stroking it fast and in tune with his thrust. Patton moans once again, before Virgil whines out a "close!"

Virgil's head is thrown back against the headboard, his face a bright red. Patton adores the sight, as does Janus, who's watching with alert for when Virgil comes. That moment comes quick (haha see what i did there) as Virgil thrusts into Patton's mouth and comes with a high whine.

Patton deepthroats Virgil's cock as he comes, swallowing up all of the semen that's sprayed down his throat.

Patton pulls off Virgil's cock, licking his lips to get any of the leftover come off, moaning and whining all the while. Virgil was just able to lay back and relax in post-orgasm bliss as Patton got roughly fucked from behind.

And, well, Virgil couldn't help looking between Patton and Janus's faces, and watching as Janus's cocks thrusted in and out of Patton's ass.

"Enjoying the view?" Janus grunts out, smirking while speaking, but his teeth gritted. Virgil could tell he was close to finishing; he could tell the same with Patton, based on the way he grips Virgil's thighs.

Patton manages to stammer out that he's close, and Janus's hand around his cock starts working faster, causing Patton to arch his back. He comes with a cry of Janus's name onto the bedsheets underneath him.

Janus thrusted into him a few more times, before he pulls out, stroking his cocks quick and fast. He comes across Patton's back and ass with a groan, before they all sit there, panting.

Virgil scooches away from the headboard, patting his skirt down as he does so, before cuddling up with a messy Patton.

"Boys, we have to shower," Janus says, and Virgil whines, just cuddling into a tired Patton's chest even more. Janus sighs, no doubt loving the soft sight before him. "Fine," he says, as both Patton and Virgil turn their attention towards him. They break lose of their hold, both of them moving a bit apart so Janus can lay between the two of them. "Five minutes," Janus says, as he wraps an arm around Patton and Virgil, pulling them close. The two of them happily cuddle into each side of him, enjoying the moment of solace.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Begging

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Royality (Roman x Patton) Day 17: Begging Warnings: roleplay, blowjobs/facefucking, leg humping, exhibitionism, bondage, crying

Roman was forced to his knees in front of a thrown, in a giant room crowded with people. His hands were bound together behind his back, tied tightly with rope that was cutting into his skin. There were murmurs rippling across the crowd. Roman tried to ignore them, but focusing on what was in front of him wasn't much easier.

Patton had his legs spread apart, and was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, and his head in his hands. He was looking down at Roman with a grin, a sparkle in his eyes.

A small crown sat crooked atop his head, and Roman's eyes momentarily glanced up towards it, before looking back towards Patton.

"My king," Roman rushed out, meeting Patton's eyes just for a second, before he bows his head and looks at the floor.

Patton tsks at Roman's words, and Roman can only imagine the look Patton's giving him right now.

"I can't believe you'd betray my like this, Roman," Patton says, voice unnaturally cold. "You were to be my prince. Tsk. But those ideas running through your head..." Patton tuts, leaning down and grabbing Roman's chin, forcing him to look up at his king.

"I think you need to be put back in your place, wouldn't you agree?" Patton asks, although he gives Roman no time to answer, instead pulling him closer by his hair.

Roman's eyes widen as his face is positioned between Patton's legs.

"My- my king," Roman tries to speak, but Patton shushes him, instead tugging down his own pants just enough for his half-hard cock to spring out. Roman gulps as he looks at the size, eyes glancing nervously between it and Patton's face.

"This okay?" Patton asks, quietly, momentarily breaking character, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Yes, my king," he then assures, verbally. He twists his head slightly, catching sight of some of the people in the room. All staring at their king, and the pathetic man who was kneeling at his feet. A shiver coursed through Roman's body at the idea of them watching him.

Patton's hand in his hair pulls Roman's face forward, pulling him out of his own mind.

"Open wide, Ro," Patton coos, and Roman does as he says, opening his mouth for Patton's cock. Patton's slowly pulls his face forward, Roman's mouth wrapping around the head of Patton's cock. He licks over the slit, and listens happily to Patton's small moan of pleasure.

Patton's hand tightens in Roman's hair, and he lets out a small breathy laugh, piquing Roman's interest. He looks up at his king, meeting Patton's smug gaze.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's not what's happening," Patton says, before forcing Roman down on his cock. Roman gags, tears pricking his eyes, unable to use his hands to steady himself as they were locked behind his back. He moans, though, clearly aroused at the thought of Patton continuing to use him.

Under his breath, Patton was muttering soft and encouraging words. Things that sounded more like him. He held Roman's head in place for a few seconds, Roman swallowing around Patton's cock. His tongue ran over the underside of the shaft, determined to please Patton while he was letting him.

That didn't last for long, however, as Patton pulled his head back, before thrusting back into his mouth. Roman moaned, keeping his head as still as he could so Patton could continue to fuck into his mouth with ease.

And Patton did just that. Thrusting in and out of Roman's mouth, holding Roman still by his hair so he was unable to do anything but take it.

Patton moaned and whined as he thrusted, babbling praise under his breath, quiet enough for only Roman to hear, which in turn caused Roman to moan around his cock. Roman attempted to roll his hips against the floor, the minimal friction not doing anything to help soothe the aching erection in his pants. He'd ask Patton to help him if his throat wasn't occupied.

He whines as Patton continues mercilessly thrusting into his throat, a tear rolling down his face from gagging.

"Oh, baby," Patton says, back arching as he moans. "Ro, you're doing so good, God, I love your pretty mouth."

Roman moans again, attempting to grind his hips against the air. Maybe it was embarrassing he was hard just from sucking Patton off, but he couldn't help it. He liked being used, and he loved that Patton was so quick to just use him.

He continues thrusting into Roman's mouth, before he forced Roman's head all the way down on his cock, coming without warning. He kept Roman's head down, forcing him to swallow his semen, before he releases Roman's head, allowing him to pull away. More tears were flowing down his face, and Patton's come was dripping down his chin, but he looked blissful. So did Patton, who was gently running his fingers through Roman's hair.

"You did so good," he coos, tucking his cock back into his pants. "And you look so pretty, on your knees in front of me. That's where you belong, baby."

Roman whines, and Patton smiles softly as he pulls him in for a quick kiss.

He then notices the bulge in Roman's pants, which he's trying to grind against the air. Patton grins.

"Do you want to get off, Ro?" Patton asks, hand coming down to cup Roman's face, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Please, my king, I need to so bad," Roman whines, leaning into Patton's hand. Patton hums in thought, as if he's debating letting Roman, and Roman opens his eyes wide, as if to plead.

And, Patton couldn't just say no to his baby in his time of need.

"Okay, Ro," Patton says, and Roman smiles. He expects Patton to untie him, maybe even lift him off the ground and let him get off on Patton's lap.

But, instead, Patton moves his leg and slots it between Roman's legs, pressing up against his bulge. Roman's face flushes as he realizes what Patton's implying, and once again his eyes dart across the room, and over the waves of people watching them.

Roman already looked pathetic, with a messy red face and his now tangled hair, but he'd look even more pathetic grinding against Patton's leg like a mutt.

"My- my king," Roman stammered, avoiding Patton's gaze. From the corner of his eye, he could tell Patton was grinning.

"What? You said you wanted to get off, Ro, and I don't allow just anyone to get off with me," Patton says. "You should feel honored I'm letting you have even my leg."

Roman gulps, before hesitantly grinding against Patton's shin. He let out a quiet moan at the action, before nervously glancing up at Patton, who was smiling down at him.

"See? Doesn't that feel so good?" Patton encourages, rubbing his leg against Roman's bulge, Roman grinding harder against Patton's leg in response. "Don't worry about other people watching, Ro, they've all already seen what an eager boy you've can be. Have you forgotten that you were just choking on my cock?"

Roman whines, rolling his hips against Patton's leg, biting his lower lip.

How he longed to use his hands, if not to palm or stroke himself, then to at least steady himself against Patton's leg.

But alas, he had to get off with his hands bound together behind his back. He buried his face in Patton's leg, as he slowly continued to grind against it. He didn't want to look at Patton's face out of embarrassment, but he could feel Patton's hand gently stroking his hair, as if praising him.

Of course, Patton continued to praise him verbally, too.

"Such a good boy. This is your place, isn't it? Being good, on your knees. You had a silly idea, didn't you. Just a dumb thought that you acted upon because of impulsiveness, but this is where you belong. Tell me it's where you belong."

"This is where I belong, my- my king," Roman moans. "On my knees, for y-you."

"That's right, baby." He lightly tugs on Roman's hair, Roman grinding down faster on Patton's leg, his face bright red. He felt warmth pool in his stomach, and he whined.

"My king, I'm close, can I come? Please?" Roman asks, continuing to grind against Patton. He doesn't receive an answer, and he whines. "My king, please-" Roman begs again, only for Patton to tug his hair back.

"I wanna see your pretty face, Ro," Patton says, and Roman whimpers. "Come for me."

Roman lets out a moan, coming in his pants at Patton's command, continuing to grind against his leg through his orgasm. When his high eventually fades, the world around them melts away, and Patton's sitting on Roman's bed, with Roman kneeling at his feet. All the people that were watching them have disappeared too.

Patton gets off the bed and kneels down, undoing the ropes that had tied Roman's hands together. He brings Roman's wrists to his lips, pressing soft kisses against the lacerations.

"Are you okay, my prince?" Patton asks, softly, helping Roman stand. Roman nods, pressing a kiss to Patton's lips, who happily returns it.

"Yeah, I'm wonderful."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes, Pat," Roman answers, pulling Patton in for a hug. "I would like to shower, though. I'm feeling a tad... uncomfortable." He shifts his weight awkwardly, being reminded that there was still semen in his pants.

Patton snorts. "Okay, Ro, let's go shower."

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Toys

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Demile (Or janmile, Janus x Emile) Day 16: Toys Warnings: using toys, overstimulation, bondage, come inflation A drabble

Emile's hands were locked above his head, handcuffed together and to the headboard, legs being help apart by two of Janus's arms.

Two of Janus's other arms were also being used. One of them was thrusting a long, thick dildo in and out of Emile's ass, while the other was holding onto a pouch attached to the base of the dildo.

A few other used toys sat to the side, and a sticky layer of come coated Emile's chest already, but he had begged for more and Janus was more than happy to oblige.

Janus slowly pulls the dildo out, before thrusting it back in, Emile crying out Janus's name in response.

"Please, Jan, fill me up," he begs, rolling his hips down on the toy. Janus grins, one of his hands gently squeezing Emile's thigh. The hand on the pouch of the toy squeezes slowly too, and fake come that was stored in said pouch leaks into Emile.

He moans at the feeling, enjoying the fact that the fake come was mixing with Janus's come already inside of him.

"Going to be so full, aren't you darling?" Janus coos, squeezing the pouch again. More of the come pours into Emile, and he whines, tears building up in his eyes.

He can feel it all inside of him, but, God, does he crave more. "So full- so full, Jay," Emile whines, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

Janus grins, before suddenly squeezing the pouch hard, the thick substance inside shooting into Emile. Emile's back arches as he lets out a cry of Janus's name, coming onto his chest yet again.

Janus slowly pulls the toy out, before uncuffing Emile's hands.

"C'mon, love, let's get you cleaned up," Janus says, softly, scooping Emile into his arms.

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Size Difference

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrusleep (Remus x Remy - didn't know the exact ship name so were goin with this) Day 15: size difference Warnings: manhandling, size-difference (Remy is tall, Remus is short), degradation, sex

"Whore."

"Slut."

"Bitch."

"Bottom."

Remus grins at the word, his face nuzzled into Remy's neck. "You know it," he responds, giggling afterwards. Remy just rolls his eyes.

He was busy on his phone, neglecting his small boyfriend who was cuddled up to his chest. In response to this, Remus had been saying random weird things that would normally cause people to cringe. But Remy had simply responded with something short and snappy, or something sassy, as Remy does.

And Remus didn't like those short answers. He wanted a conversation! Or some other response that was at least somewhat interesting!

After their latest recent exchange of endearing insults, Remy was back to ignoring Remus in favor of his phone. What could be so interesting on there anyway? The only captivating things Remus ever saw on the internet was gore and porn. Everything else was pretty lame in his opinion.

Besides, why did Remy value a phone more than him?

"I can't believe you have a gorgeous bitch in your lap and you won't even pay attention to him," Remus then whines, pouting.

Remy moves his phone to the side, momentarily, raising an eyebrow as he scans over Remus's face.

"You want attention?" Remy asks, clicking his phone off. He keeps it in his hand though, which is understandable. Who would want to be separated from their phone?

Remus nods eagerly at Remy's question, grinning wide. Yes! He was getting what he wanted!

Remy sits them both up, and Remus is momentarily confused, before he's picked up and thrown over Remy's shoulder, as Remy carries him out of the living room. Remus lets out a small squeal of delight, pleased that Remy is paying attention to him, but also thrilled that Remy's taking advantage of his smaller stature.

He squirmed in joy in Remy's grip, as Remy tosses Remus onto his bed. Remy's room smelled like coffee, a sweet, calming smell. One that was familiar, and was frankly to be expected from someone like the sleepy side.

For once, he just expected something soft to happen. Maybe they'd cuddle and watch some horror movies!

But... Remy crawls on top of him, his hands running under the duke's flamboyant outfit, and Remus snorts as he realizes what Remy wants. And Remus definitely wasn't opposed.

Remus hurries to pull off his own shirt and Remy rolls his eyes at his eagerness. He slowly pulls off his own shirt, Remus absolutely loving the sight of Remy's bare chest. He liked the sight of Remy, really, and the typically sexual thoughts that usually followed after.

"I wasn't expecting this kind of attention," Remus admits, shuffling out of his pants with Remy's aid. "But I'm definitely not complaining."

Remy snorts, leaning in to kiss Remus. Remus of course then tangles his hands in Remy's hair and pulls him closer. He instinctively wraps his legs around Remy's midsection, before trying to grind upwards. Remy's hands then plant themselves on his hips and hold them to the bed, Remus breaking the kiss in order to pout.

"Meanie," he mumbles.

"I thought you said you weren't complaining."

Remus huffs, and presses a kiss to the side of Remy's face. "I ain't complaining." His hands slide from Remy's hair to tug on his shirt. "But, I will, if you don't hurry up and undress."

"Needy bitch," Remy teased, as he worked to pull his own shirt off, much to Remus's delight. The intrusive side immediately began running his hands over Remy's chest, teasing his nipples or just admiring the light amount of muscle Remy had.

He wasn't absolutely ripped, but he sure as hell had a nice body, especially when compared to Remus's twink self.

"Who wouldn't be needy with someone like you around?" Remus quips, before pulling Remy in for a messy kiss. Remy chuckled into the kiss, his hands sliding over Remus's chest. He twists one of Remus's nipples and Remus lets out an absurdly loud moan. An exaggerated one, as to be expected from him.

"God, Re, are you really that much of a slut? So pleased by such a little touch?" Remy tsks, leaning over to place a few kisses to Remus's neck. Remus immediately tilts his head to the side, anticipating the moment Remy would bite down, as he inevitably always did.

And that moment came soon, as Remy bit down after only a few kisses, lapping up the blood that was drawn, before sucking on the mark to create a hickey. Remus moans as he does so, before he began begging.

"Remy, please, bite me more, mark me," he babbles, pushing Remy's head into his neck. He hears Remy let out a low chuckle that makes Remus shiver.

Remy obliges by Remus's request though, biting and leaving more marks over Remus's neck and shoulders. Remus moans and whines at each new mark, adoring the pain and the idea of showing these off tomorrow. He knew the others would berate him for it, perhaps even look at him with disgust. He squirms in delight at the thought.

Remy pulls away after leaving a few more marks across Remus's chest, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He grabs lube from the night stand, Remus immediately spreading his legs right after, showing himself off to Remy.

"Remy, hurry up!" Remus whines, although he watching Remy slather lube onto his cock with wide eyes.

"You're so impatient," Remy responds, rolling his eyes, as he squeezes one of Remus's thighs with one hand, and lines his cock up with Remus's entrance. He teases the tip of his cock against Remus's hole, and Remus whines and tries to push back against it, eager to feel Remy's thick cock inside of him.

And Remy knows this, which is why after a few seconds of teasing, he roughly thrusts all the way in and sets a brutally fast pace, knowing Remus would just ask for it anyway. Remus's back arches as he moans, his nails digging into Remy's back and slicing through it.

"F-fuck," Remus whines, head thrown back in pleasure. "Remy!"

"That's right, whore," Remy growls, nails gripping Remus's hips as he thrusts mercilessly into the twink beneath him. "Moan my name. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are. Just for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes! Remy, hell yes, only for you!" Remus cries out, as Remy angles his hips and nails Remus's prostate, causing the intrusive side to let out a loud moan.

"There! Remy right there, God I love your fucking cock," he babbles eyes rolled into the back of his head. Praise directed towards Remy and his cock spill out of Remus's mouth as his hand comes down to stroke his own cock. Unfortunately, Remy ends up grabbing his hand before he can, and pinning both of his hands above his head.

Remus whines, trying to roll his hips against Remy's cock.

"What's that pathetic noise for?" Remy teases, his free hand lightly rubbing Remus's side. "Huh? Do you want me to do something?"

Remus whines and nods, before saying "please, Remy, touch me! Please!"

"Oh, baby, you want me to touch you? Where?" His hand slides up, brushing over Remus's nipples, and Remus whines again, prompting Remy to chuckle. "You want me to touch your small cock?" Remus nods with pleas of "please" falling from his lips.

Remy pretends to think about it for a moment, before he finally wraps his hand around Remus's cock and strokes it in tune with his thrusts. Remus clenches down on Remy's cock as he feels himself grow close, throwing his head back as he let out another moan.

"Remy- 'm so close Remy!" Remus warns, trying to both thrust into Remy's hand and push back against his cock.

He hears Remy groan and he loves the sound, before Remy says "I'm close too, babe. Don't come until after I do, 'kay? Can you be a good little slut and wait?"

Remus whines, but nods nonetheless. While he'd normally be like "what the fuck, no" and come anyway, he decided that he could be good for once. Especially since Remy was so nice and gave him attention after he complained about it.

How considerate.

"Remy- Remy please come inside me," Remus begs him, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "I wanna be full of your seed."

Remy mutters out a "fuck," under his breath, before he pulls Remus into a heated kiss. Remus is quick to return said kiss, but he ends up breaking it with a moan when he feels Remy release inside of him, and then he's seconds away from arching his back and coming with a loud moan.

Then they both lay there together, neither one of them really caring to make cleaning up a top priority. They liked messy sex anyway.

And, one could hardly blame them for passing out together, Remy's arms wrapped tightly around Remus's small body, and Remus's limbs flailing out absolutely everywhere, bound to smack Remy at least once while they slept.

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Restraints

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Remile: (Remy x Emile) Day 11: restraints Warnings: Bondage, edging, handjobs, crying during sex

"Remy," Emile begged, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to move, to touch himself, or to at least close his legs. But Remy had tied his wrists to the headboard and his legs to the post, rendering him practically helpless. Remy laid between his legs, currently sucking and biting Emile's thighs.

Remy ignored Emile, and his aching cock, in favor of leaving more marks.

"Remy, please!"

Still nothing. It seemed like Remy wasn't even hearing him, which was absurd considering how loud Emile was being.

"Remy, please, I've been good! I've been so good, please," Emile cried, more tears flowing down his cheeks. He tugged at the restraints around his wrists, eyes squeezing shut as his thighs tensed, moaning as Remy bit down into one of them.

Remy pulled away, licking his lips, as he stared down at Emile, as if evaluating him.

"Nah. We haven't even been going for that long," Remy says, with a grin, and Emile whimpers.

Remy's been bringing him to the brink of an orgasm, just to let go at the last second, leaning back as Emile's closeness faded. And he'd done it multiple times. Emile didn't know how much more he could handle.

"Please!" Emile tries to beg again, only to gasp when Remy's hand wraps around his cock. Emile tugs on the ropes around his wrists, whining when he feels the burn on his skin, as Remy continues pumping his cock.

"Please don't stop, Remy! Please, please, I need to come so bad!" he pleads, head thrown back in pleasure. As he felt himself getting close, he begs for Remy to keep going, to finally let him come. And Remy obliges, hand never faltering as he brings Emile to his climax. Emile lets out a pathetic cry as he comes, his wrists and ankles tugging against the restraints.

He's babbling "thank you" over and over as Remy works to untie him. He holds Emile close, the ropes now laying against the bed, while Remy gently kisses the lacerations on his wrists.

"Come on babe," Remy says. "Let's get you into the shower."

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