#squealing and rolling around and stimming happily | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

anxiousgaypanicking · 7 months

Text

Attention

!another old and never posted fic. expect a few of these!

Romile (Roman x Emile) Warnings: Frottage A request from my Wattpad

"Emiiiiiile!" Roman dramatically whines out, throwing open the door to Emile's office. Emile chuckles lightly, setting down his notepad before pushing his chair out from his desk.

"Hi, Roman," Emile responds, gazing over at the creative side with fond eyes. "Do you need something?"

"You," Roman says, with a pout, plopping himself dramatically into Emile's lap. "You've been gone all day."

"I have a job!"

"We're literally figments of Thomas's imagination," Roman counters. "Your job can be pushed to the side for one night in favor of your handsome and needy boyfriend!"

Emile chuckles lightly, his hands wrapping around Roman's waist. He pressed a sweet kiss to Roman's lips. "Okay, Ro. My next scheduled appointment isn't in for another half hour, so you have my full attention until then."

Roman stims, hands flapping happily, before they come to rest on Emile's shoulders. He excitedly presses a few kisses to Emile's forehead and cheeks, before pressing a more sensual kiss to Emile's lips. Longer than the short, sweet pecks he was giving him initially, and definitely hinting at the fact Roman wanted a specific type of attention.

Emile's whole shtick was being able to identify underlying issues based off of exerted physical and emotional behavior, and Roman, while difficult to read at sometimes, was often quite obvious with displaying the things that he wanted.

"I get the feeling you want something more specific than my attention," Emile comments, when Roman pulls away from him, and Roman smiles shyly, knowing he's been caught.

He had no doubt that Emile would catch on fast, of course; he wasn't exactly trying to be subtle, but him never having to bluntly admit what he wanted, aside from when it was hot and a part of foreplay, was something he was always thankful for. Sometimes admitting your wants and needs is difficult, especially when your boyfriend constantly listens to people's problems all day.

"Maybe I do," comes Roman's reply, followed by a hum. "As a prince, I deserve to be treated every once in a while. And as my beloved boyfriend, you deserve a break. And I know just the perfect thing you can do on said break."

"Please you?" Emile teases, earning a dramatic huff from Roman.

"Please us," he corrects him, brushing Emile's hair out of his face. "I want to make you feel good too, mi amor." The usage of the sweet name makes Emile smile, and pulls Roman in for a sweet kiss.

"Okay, Ro. If it'll make you feel good," Emile consents, and Roman stims again, this time letting out a series of high pitched squeals.

Roman's quick to reattach their lips afterwards, eagerly pressing his chest against Emile's. His hands are ungracefully working to undo Emile's jeans, Roman already eagerly grinding against his thighs. He finally manages to get out Emile's cock, which he happily starts stroking, his free hand moving to palm himself, an action that Emile quickly takes over, seemingly as determined to please Roman as Roman was to please him.

Roman rolls his hips against Emile's hand, before Roman stops stroking Emile's cock. He whines, earning a soft shush from the creative side, as Roman works to pull his own cock out of his white pants.

When he gets it out, he moves to fully straddle Emile's lap, taking hold of both their cocks in one hand. He thrusts into his own hold, his cock dragging against Emile's, and earning moans from the both of them.

"Emi," comes Roman's breathy voice, as he grinds his cock against Emile's yet again. Emile's face is pressed partially into Roman's chest, his hands holding tight to Roman's waist. He always appreciated the frequent interruptions he got from Roman, but the one's that were like this were admittedly his favourite. Roman always knew just how to please him, and did so in eager and sweet ways.

"Roman," Emile replies, voice wavering as Roman's hands speed up around their cocks. "Roman, you feel so good. Treat me so well."

Roman can't help smiling, although his hips buck at the praise. As much as he enjoyed being treated, he liked serving his boyfriend.

"You needed a break, didn't you Emi?" comes Roman's voice, a mix of smugness and genuineness seeping through. "Too proud to call but I could tell you wanted something to come in and distract you. You might be a therapist, but I can recognize that familiar wanting look. Admit that you wanted me, Emi. You wanted me to come in here and give you a break."

"I did. I was hoping you were going show up," Emile admits, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He'd buck his hips into Roman's hand if Roman's weight on his lap wasn't keeping him from doing so.

Roman's hips on the other hand were thrusting rapidly into his hand again and against Emile's cock, panting as he neared his climax. "Emi, Emi dear," Roman whines out. "You close, Emi?"

"Yeah, Ro. I'm so close."

Roman bends down slightly in order to capture his lips in a kiss, before murmuring "come for me then, Emi." And Emile does just that; his hands grasp tightly at Roman's hips, his head thrown back in a moan. He comes over Roman's hand and cock, before whining at the overstimulation when Roman's hand doesn't stop.

"Roman- Ro, come. Come for me, please," Emile says, slightly begging, and it drives Roman over the edge, as he comes over Emile's cock and his own hand. Their come mixes together as it drips down and onto Emile's pants, both of Emile and Roman leaning against each other as they come down from their high.

"Satisfied?" Emile asks, after a few minutes. His voice is sweet and lightly teasing, and the question makes Roman laugh softly.

"Yeah," the creative side answers. "Yeah, I'm satisfied. Thank you, Emi. I know you're working, but I just can't help thinking about you while you're away. And you know how my mind wanders."

"I know, Ro. You don't have to justify every little thing you feel. I love you, and will often help you regardless of how you got to this point."

"Thank you; I love you too."

#agp smut #never posted #old

2 notes · View notes

fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

Note

Pft, texting memes, oh dear. I'm happy both Remus and Remy found a friend. Also, message for Janus: "Same color as my murdered husband's blood? Seriously Janus? In other news, please talk to Logan. I honestly have no idea why you reacted as you did back during that get together, but it hurt him and you don't seem to be doing so hot either, maybe talking to him about how he made you uncomfortable and why you reacted that way will help?"

(Words: 1351)

It had been a slow day at the library. Janus had done his best to avoid Logan by spending all day behind a desk doing paper work. Just like he'd done the entire week.

He leaned back in the chair and stretched out his arms. Coffee time. He walked like an exhausted armadillo to the break room. He regretted it the moment he opened the door.

Logan sat by the table. An astronomy magazine sat in his hands along with his lunch sandwich. He was wearing a shirt which was clearly actually Patty's because it had nothing but puppies and rainbows on it and was a bit too short for him.

Janus froze in the doorway. His throat filled with regret. Logan looked up at the sudden sound. Their eyes met. He couldn't breathe.

He held onto the door handle like it was a lifeline. It took a moment before he was even able to move. And as soon as he could he tried to leave.

"Wait!" Logan got up and hurried over to him. He made sure to not get too close "About the get together-"

"I'm sorry" Janus mumbled out. He stared down into the ground.

"It's not- You don't have to apologize. I'm not angry. Anger is the last thing I am feeling...I only want to know what I did wrong. What- Why I made you uncomfortable. So I don't do it again"

Janus couldn't reply. It was all too much. Too many thoughts were piling up inside his head until it felt like his skull would break. Logan's gentle voice was only making it worse.

His heart hurt "I- I-"

Tears welled into his eyes and a shaky sob left his lips. He tried to desperately hide his crying by burying his head in his gloved hands but he couldn’t stop his shaking shoulders or weak sobs.

“Oh dear” Logan gently placed his hands on his shoulders and led him over to the table “Let’s sit down okay”

Janus tried to make himself as small as possible as he sat down on the chair. He didn’t look up at his love.

“This is pathetic” He mumbled out while hopeleesly trying to force the tears away. They had been building up for so so long. Now he couldn’t stop sobbing.

“It’s not. Take your time. There’s no rush”

He held onto the fabric of his pants so hard they wrinkled “Logan I- I promise- Since I met you- I- I’ve never been more awake in my entire life- I used to live in a fog of just surviving but you opened my eyes and I’ve been yearning to actually live ever since...and- and I’ve- I’ve wanted to live with you”

Logan was taken aback. He reached out to take Janus’ hand but his crush flinched away.

“But...I....I also..” Janus crumbled in on himself and the sobs racked his body “I also feel so much shame- I- I- Just because you’re a guy- and- and I am too- and it’s constant guilt and shame and feeling dirty swallowing me whole....When you tried to kiss me...I wanted it...I so so wanted it...wanted you....But the shame was too much”

“.....That’s okay” Logan assured.

Janus looked up at him in surprise. With his checks wet from tears “What?”

“It is. I am very glad you are honest with me. I appreciate it. I won’t question why you feel that way unless you wish to tell me. I will do my best to help either way. On days when the shame is too much I won’t engage in romantic activities unless you want to. And if the shame is too much every day, well then I shall wait and help you heal until the shame has lessened. No matter how long it takes”

Somehow even more tears welled into his eyes “Lo-Logie!!” He let out as a sob-squeal.

“That is indeed me. Though honestly I do suggest bringing these negative feelings up to Picani. I am aware he is you’re ‘fake therapist’ but he is still an educated man. I am sure he could help, and if these feelings are affecting you to this deegre help is what you need”

Janus was looking like a puppy who’d just gotten their first doggy treat and was having a breakdown over it “You’re so sweet”

Logan straightened his back out of proudness and smiled “Well thank you. I try my best!”

“No. No. That’s the problem” Janus moved further away “You’re so sweet and good and smart and wonderful and pretty and I’m not! It’s not just the shame that’s stopping me! It’s everything about myself! I’m a horrible disgusting liar who takes up too much space” He crumbled even more “I don’t deserve this. Any of this. I don’t deserve you!”

“Oh dear” He sighed deeply “That is never how relationships work I promise. No one ‘deserves’ the other. I didn’t deserve you or Patty or anyone else I’ve been with. I just choose them. And they choose me back....To clarify I have choosen you....If that wasn’t apparent”

Janus’ hands shook "I just- I am so afraid of doing anything wrong. Of ruining all of this"

Logan took his hand, holding it so so gently "Oh Janus, you don't have to do everything perfect. I didn't fall in love with a perfect you and I won't fall out of love with an unperfect you"

One last tear rolled down his cheeks. His eyes were red and his throat hurt. But he intertwined his fingers with Logan’s.

“You promise?”

“I promise to the best of my abilities”

Janus let out a breathe of relief. Like all of the anxities he had been carrying around for the past 6 months had finally left him. Or at least the weight had become easier to carry.

“I’m really sorry for needing all of this reassurance”

“There’s really no need for apologies. If you must say anything I prefer thank yous”

He looked up and met Logan’s eyes. He let out a half hearted chuckle “Then thank you”

Logan sent him a warm smile back “No problem. I would happily hear you out on your ventilation of feelings at any time. As I am sure you would do for me as well”

“I would. I really would. And I would hate to kiss you as well! absolutely despise it! Totally! But I am unsure if I am ready right now. Just confessing and holding hands is totally not overwhelming”

“That’s okay. We can wait. I have all the time in the world as long as that time can be spent with you”

“I am begging you to stop being so corny and heartfelt at the same time all the damn time” Janus said. He ran his thumb gently across his love’s skin “....But....I am quite sure...I would hate to go on that date to the zoo you asked me about”

Logan’s smile grew into the Logan equivalent of an excited grin “Are you sure?”

“As sure as a male psychologist in 1944 diganosing a woman with hysteria”

He used his free hand to happy stim “Great! We can look at snakes while holding hands!”

Janus stimmed back “Yeah!!”

“And....And I could mayhaps...If you would accept it....Call you my....boyfriend while looking at snakes and holding hands?” Logan asked with slight blush on his cheeks.

His crush in response shone up like a christmas tree from blushing “.....yes....”

They both stared at each other for a moment before breaking out into even more overly excited stimming. Janus leaned against Logan’s chest while Lo’s arms moved around his waist to hold him close.

“.....My...My boyfriend Logan....My boyfriend....who is named Logan......” He mumbled to test out how it felt to say it. Happiness bubbled up like a volcano in his chest “My boyfriend Logan!”

“My boyfriend Janus!” Logan replied just as enthusiastically.

(Later after work had ended the boyfriends walked home to Janus’ apartement together. They held hands during the entire walk. At the end of it Logan leaned in and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, right besides his lips)

#thanks for the ask!!#with this my inbox is empty btw #loceit #logan sanders #janus sanders #(:

8 notes · View notes

nommy-thoughts · 4 years

Text

Mastication Concentration

Summary: Logan usually chews gum while he studies, but today he is out. Remus volunteers to take its place.

Contains: Hard-ish vore (idk exactly where it falls. There’s chewing, obviously, and even rough chewing at points, but the only injuries sustained are bruises). Brief mention of digestion.

Wordcount: 2.9 K

[more of my vore writing]

~~~~~

“Do you have any gum?”

The sides in the living room look up. Logan’s on the stairs, leaning over the banister and looking down at them.

“Gum?” Patton repeats.

Logan nods. “I’m out,” he says. “I’ve already drunk five mugs of tea, I can’t just keep making more. And chewlery is just too squeaky right now, and I’m trying not to destroy any more shirt collars. So, do you have any gum?”

They exchange glances. Nobody, it seems, has gum. Then Remus perks up excitedly. “Ooh!”

Logan, relieved, starts to say, “You have—”

“Me!”

Logan pauses. “What?”

“Chew on me!” Remus elaborates, bounding to his feet and hurrying over to the stairwell. He grabs a railing in each hand, looking up at Logan imploringly.

Logan makes a face. Then pauses. Reconsiders. “That… that actually might be a worthwhile stim,” he admits. Remus squeals happily, and Logan adds, “But no injuries. I don’t want blood in my mouth; I don’t like the taste.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Oh, fine. I’ll be durable.” But he’s still grinning broadly. With a dramatic flourish, he summons the shrinking device. Scampering around the corner and up the stairs next to Logan, he sets it. Then, with a flash of sickly green light, he appears to vanish. Logan knows, however, that in reality, Remus has simply shrunk out of Logan’s eyeline. He looks down, and sure enough, there he is.

The device, no longer supported by Remus’s hands, falls from the air. It nearly strikes Remus in the head, missing by less than an inch, and crashes into the carpeted floor beside him. It bounces, skiddering off the step. It continues to fall, bounce, and roll its way down the entire flight of stairs, but nobody pays it much mind. They can always resummon it when they need it again.

Logan bends down, scooping up the now miniature Remus into his hand. He considers his fellow side for a moment, then nods, lifting Remus to his lips. A moment before he inserts him, however, Logan pauses.

“When was your last shower?”

“Does Thomas’s last night count?”

Logan frowns. “As I recall, you just sat on the soap tray, making various random thoughts pop into Thomas’s head, and didn’t even get wet, let alone wash.”

“That’s true.”

“No, it doesn’t count. When did you last wash?”

Remus thinks back further, absently shimmying his shoulders as he does so. After a few moments, Logan sighs.

“Not recently enough,” he concludes. Remus in hand, Logan heads up the stairs. In the bathroom, he plops the shrunken creative side into the sink and turns it on. Squeezing a large dollop of hand soap into his palm, Logan begins to lather Remus up, rubbing the soap into his clothes and skin. Remus squirms. He’s not trying to get away, but he quite enjoys being a slippery problem, and if it means that Logan has to apply a bit more force to get the job done, well. Remus likes being manhandled.

Due to Remus’s constant movement, getting him clean takes rather longer than it needed to, but in the end, Logan is satisfied. He holds Remus directly under the streaming faucet to rinse off, considering the spluttering that results to be fair payback for making things difficult.

“Okay, you’re clean.”

Remus cheers. “Now eat me!”

“I’m not going to eat you,” Logan corrects. “I’m going to chew on you. There’s a difference.”

Remus shrugs. “Not a big one.”

“I suppose not.” Logan considers his shrunken friend for a few moments more, then nods, heading back toward his own room. Once inside, he sits down at his desk.

“C’mon,” Remus pleads. “Put me in your mouth already!”

Logan does so, head first to shut him up. Remus isn’t small enough to fit entirely inside his mouth, so his legs dangle from between Logan’s lips.

As Logan settles back into his study routine, he slowly begins to lick and suck on Remus like a piece of candy. He doesn’t taste like a piece of candy, but thanks to the sink bath Logan just gave him, he doesn’t taste bad, either. Along with the licks, Logan tugs absently on Remus’s ankle, like he might with the stick of a lollipop.

After about a minute, Logan summons the shrinking device with a gesture. He adjusts it, and he activates it again. Remus shrinks.

Logan slurps Remus the rest of the way into his mouth. Positioning him lengthwise along his lower left molars, Logan gently bites down. Remus is somewhat soft and squishy, but there’s some firmness to him too. Logan uses his tongue to move Remus across his mouth to the other side, trying a bite there too. He nods to himself. The sensation is different than that of gum or chewlery, sure, but he believes this will work. Logan returns to his studies.

Inside of Logan’s mouth, it is dark, and warm, and wet. In other words, it’s perfect. Logan’s tongue, bigger than Remus’s entire body, lifts him, crushing him against the roof of Logan’s mouth and knocking the air from his lungs with the force. Pinned in place by the enormous squishy muscle, Remus can’t even wiggle. Logan overpowers him without hardly trying. Echoing all around him, Remus hears an enormous glk as Logan swallows the saliva that had been building up around him.

He has never found the nerd more attractive than in this moment.

Logan’s tongue drops, and Remus drops with it. The large muscle tilts under him, rolling Remus around Logan’s mouth. He’s quickly dizzy and disoriented, and the first time that he has long enough to get his bearings is when Logan shifts him between his back teeth again so that Remus lies, sprawled on his front, across the bumpy teeth. They lift, pressing Remus’s back against the equally bumpy ceiling, and slowly squeeze all the air from his lungs. Logan holds him like that, delightfully snug, for several long seconds. Remus considers blacking out from the lack of oxygen, but decides that he’d rather stay conscious to enjoy the rest of the experience. If he gets bored — which he doesn’t expect to happen, but you never know, he’s had incapacitating boredom strike at the weirdest and most inconvenient moments before — he can pass out then.

After a while, the pressure releases. Remus gasps in a breath of — not fresh air, not really, he is inside a mouth, after all. But it doesn’t smell that bad, either. Unfortunately. All that dental hygiene must’ve given Logan un-bad breath. Actually, Remus realizes, he can smell some of that tea Logan said he drank, though not well enough to guess at what kind it was.

Logan bites him again, the same way. And again. It’s rhythmic, soothing. After a while, Logan moves him over to the other side, and does the exact same kind of crushing bite over there.

After he’s done that enough times that Remus has gotten used to it and is getting bored, Logan changes it up. He moves Remus to the front of his mouth and nibbles on Remus’s ankles with his front teeth. Since his ankles are, of course, boney, they don’t provide much give. If Logan hadn’t made him promise not to, this would have been a good opportunity to break something. Remus wonders, then, if breaking an ankle really would be a breach of that promise. On the one hand, Logan had said “no injuries,” which would technically include broken bones. On the other hand, the only reason he had given was blood, and if Remus just made sure his skin stayed intact, he wouldn’t bleed.

Before Remus could come to a decision, Logan moves him again. Apparently he didn’t like this position nearly as much as the one before. Logan’s tongue pushes at Remus, shoving his legs between teeth and lips, til he can feel the cold outer air on his toes. He wiggles them.

Logan nibbles on Remus’s calves now, which have more muscle to pad them, though not from all angles.

Remus decides that bruises are acceptable under their terms. Logan won’t feel a crunch or taste blood, but Remus will be able to tell the difference. And really, the way Logan’s biting him, his shins should be bruising. And now they are. Remus grins.

Logan shifts again before long. He pushes Remus even further out his mouth, so that Remus’s hips balance uncomfortably on Logan’s front teeth. They’ll be bruising too. His legs stick out of Logan’s mouth. Since his hips are still inside, and a fair portion of his thighs are supported by Logan’s lips, and since he’s lying on his face, meaning his knees bend up, not down, Remus’s legs don’t dangle. He wonders if he’s big enough to kick Logan in the nose, but before he can try, Logan pinches his legs between his fingers, rendering him immobile. Then Logan bites.

His teeth slip off Remus’s hips, thrusting into his stomach instead. Remus’s stomach, having no bones in it, offers considerably less resistance than Logan was probably expecting, and Logan’s teeth sink deep.

Remus nearly pukes. The only thing that stops him from actually doing so is the realization that if he throws up in Logan’s mouth, Logan will spit him out and probably not put him back in again, perhaps not ever. So Remus swallows the bile, forcing it to stay down with sheer willpower.

The pressure against his gut releases, and Remus gulps down air. He has only a second’s reprieve before Logan bites down again, but this time it’s a bit slower, a bit gentler. He still presses his teeth far enough into Remus’s midsection that the shrunken Creativity muses that if not for his promise of no injuries, he’d be bitten in half by now.

Logan seems to like the squishiness of Remus’s gut. He keeps him there for a good while, squishing Remus’s stomach in on itself with his teeth and making its contents want to squeeze up and out his throat each time. It takes a lot of Remus’s concentration to keep the mix of acid and partly-digested food inside, until he remembers that he can simply banish it from reality. It takes only a quick gesture to do so, and then, stomach empty, Remus can finally enjoy the sensation of being chewed on without distractions.

Two bites later, Logan presses his teeth hard into Remus’s stomach, and then slowly pulls his lower jaw back, effectively heimliching Remus. It’s a good thing Remus had banished his breakfast, because otherwise, there was no way he’d be able to keep it down. Logan rocks his teeth forward again, not stopping when they bump Remus’s pelvis. Slowly, Remus finds himself being pushed out of Logan’s mouth. He can feel Logan’s upper teeth scraping along his back, bumping each vertebra as they go.

He can feel cold air on his butt. He’s more outside Logan’s mouth than in, at this point. Logan’s upper teeth are behind Remus’s shoulders, shoving his face down into Logan’s tongue, and his lower teeth, though considerably less deep into Remus’s stomach without an opposing force to hold him in place, force Remus’s butt to stick up in the air.

Logan holds him there for just a second before reversing directions. His teeth slide up Remus’s belly until they catch on the bottom of his ribcage. Slowly, he’s dragged back inside Logan’s mouth, back to where he started. Logan’s teeth press harder and harder into him as they go, smushing Remus’s organs. (He’s not exactly sure what he’s got right there, but he’s pretty sure there are some organs getting smushed right now. Maybe a spleen? Yeah, Logan’s probably smushing Remus’s spleen.)

After Logan’s got Remus back where he started, he does it again. And again. Over and over, Logan pushes and pulls Remus around, not once releasing the pressure. He doesn’t exactly heimlich Remus again, since his teeth are sinking in at the wrong spot for that, but Remus feels reasonably certain that his spleen is paste by the time Logan switches it up again.

Logan slurps Remus all the way into his mouth, and for a few seconds, the lack of crushing pressure is disorienting. Remus lies on his face, catching his breath.

Then Logan tilts his tongue, and Remus rolls like a log til he lands on something hard and bumpy. Logan’s teeth, he realizes. He’s on his side, facing Logan’s cheek — he thinks; it’s too dark to actually see, but based on the direction he’d rolled and the side he’s lying on, he’s pretty sure Logan’s cheek is in front of him, and his tongue behind — with one arm flopped over him and the other pinned awkwardly underneath. His head smarts from striking the tooth, and so does one knee.

He’s only given half a second to make these observations, because Logan immediately bites down. He chomps, really, with enough force to immediately break all of Remus’s ribs if only he hadn’t promised not to get hurt. The teeth separate, and Remus finds himself suspended for a moment, the soft flesh of Logan’s cheek in front of him and the slightly rougher tongue behind supporting him so he does not fall. Logan chomps again, and this time as he releases, he spins Remus with tongue and cheek so that Remus lands on his face once more. Chomp. Spin. Remus lies on his other side. Chomp. Spin. Now on his back. Chomp. Spin. Back to the first side.

It occurs to Remus, as Logan continues to aggressively chew on him, that the nerd is finally treating him as what he’s standing in for, as gum. Remus isn’t quite as squishy, but Logan doesn’t appear to mind.

Remus wonders if Logan will try to blow a bubble with him. That might be fun, being stretched out like gum.

Logan doesn’t, though. He just chews Remus up for several minutes, not even pausing to shift him to the other side. Vaguely, between bites, Remus wonders what the nerd is studying right now. What emotions translate to chewing so intensely? Is Logan reading something exciting? Something infuriating? Is he trying to puzzle out some twisty bit of logic? It doesn’t really matter in the moment, but Remus still finds himself curious.

Eventually, Logan’s bites slow again. He grips Remus (lying on his face again) between his teeth and, almost gently, especially compared to moments before, slowly crushes the air out of his lungs. Remus’s spine goes pop pop pop. There’s a particularly satisfying pop at his hips. After a second, Logan releases the pressure. He shifts his jaw around, dragging his teeth across Remus’s back. Remus sighs happily, relaxing. It’s almost like a massage.

The sensation is pleasant enough that Remus almost falls asleep. Perhaps he does fall asleep. He certainly loses track of what Logan does after that.

Some time later, he has no idea how long, Logan spits him out. Well, no, he’s gentler about it than that. Logan sticks a finger in his mouth and uses it to drag Remus out. He pinches the spit-covered Creativity between thumb and forefinger, looking him over.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Logan asks.

Remus grins and flips him off — almost his equivalent of a thumb’s up, in the current context. “Why’d you stop?”

“I have concluded my studies for the time being,” Logan answers. “Thank you for your assistance. You were quite helpful.”

Remus beams.

“Would you be amenable to repeating this experience at a future date?”

Remus grins. “You wanna chew on me again?”

Logan nods. “As I said, you were quite the aid to my concentration.”

Remus wiggles happily. “Yeah I wanna do it again!”

“Excellent. Would you like me to swallow you now?”

“Will you digest me?”

“No.”

Remus droops, pouting. “Aww.”

“However,” Logan adds, “I intend to get an actual snack as well, and I have no objections if you wish to observe as it digests.”

Remus considers for half a second, then nods, accepting those terms. “Can I get stomach burns?”

“No, I would prefer not to digest you at all, even superficially.”

“Fiiiine.” But there’s no hiding that Remus is eager to be eaten, even with the restrictions. “Chew me up one more time before you swallow?”

“Very well. Anything else?”

Remus shakes his head, reaching up toward Logan’s mouth and making grabby hands. Logan chuckles.

“In you go, then,” he says, lifting Remus up. He dangles him above his gaping maw, and Remus stares down into it, his heart thudding in delighted terror. Then Logan drops him.

Remus screams as he falls, flailing in the air. He lands on Logan’s tongue, and the mouth snaps shut after him. Before he can get his bearings, Logan’s shoved him back between his teeth, chewing forcefully on him.

Then Logan swallows, and Remus slides head first down his throat, whooping all the way. He gets stomach acid in his mouth when he splashes into it.

Bobbing back up to the surface, Remus flicks his fingers, creating a light so he can see his surroundings. At the moment, he appears to be the only solid in here. But not for long, he thinks with a smirk, settling down against the wrinkled wall.

Maybe he can even convince the nerd to leave him in here through dinner. If Logan objects to Remus skipping a meal, Remus can just have some of Logan’s portion. Isn’t like the big guy would miss the amount it’d take to fill Remus’s tiny gut right now, anyway.

#original #mine #nommy thoughts #sanders sides #sanders sides vore #writing #my writing #mastication concentration #mouthplay #hard vore

90 notes · View notes

5am-the-foxing-hour · 3 years

Text

The Adventures 2020

X-mas (December 24th) Gift giving

Year 2020’s Adventures

5 parter, each part posted on advent: 1st 29th November, 2nd 6th December, 3rd 13th December and 4th 20rd December and the last part on Christmas 24th of December

- - -

Characters: all of them, orange side being a cryptid again.

Words: 1591

Warnings: no warnings I believe.

- - -

General Fanfic Tag list: @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko, @i-sold-my-soul-to-thefandom, @rabbitsartcorner, @punsterterry, @sleepyssnail, @nightmaresides, @virgilswritings, @ninja-girl2846, @ninjago2020, @starryfirefliesbloggo, @garecc, @sympatheticdeceit, @cookiethedevil, @askthesnake, @all-bridges-will-burn, @tacohippy56900, @little-euro-girl, @aggressiveshipper, @imbasicallyshakespear, @slayerofspiders, @prinssess61, @underthesea73, @suicidalcitrusfruit, @sander-side-stuff, @franthehorsegir, @kingpridesanders, @multi-fandoms-posts

- - -

The others were gathered in the living room, sitting around the christmas tree. All having one present before them.

“Can’t we start now?” Roman whined.

“No, we have to wait for Remus and Janus.” Logan said

“Uuuuuuuuugh but they have no concept of time!” Roman groaned as he let himself fall back to the floor to lie down, arms crossed and pouting.

“Now, now Roman.” Patton said as he patted Roman on the knee. “I’m sure they’re on their way.”

“SNAKEY! GET OUT OF BED!” A voice suddenly shouted from upstairs, unmistakingly belonging to a certain duke

“GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF ME!” Came another voice, just as loud and more hysterical clearly belonging to Janus, a screech followed.

It didn’t take long before Remus came thundering down the stairs holding a loudly cursing Janus, who was bundled up in a bright yellow fluffy blanket, in his arms.

“We’re here!” Remus cheered as he unceremoniously dropped Janus down between Thomas and Patton. Janus hissed louder as he grabbed his blanket and glared at Remus with murder in his eyes.

“Remus, I swear, you better keep your snacks hidden or I will change them for Healthy food!” Janus snarled.

“NO! NOT MY SNACKS!” Remus cried holding his hands protectively before himself.

“Everyone here now?” Thomas asked.

“Is…?” Logan started turning to Janus.

“No, he hid even harder from Remus so I doubt he will show face.” Janus grumbled into his hand that he was leaning his jaw against, as he made himself a bit more comfortable on the floor.

“Then yes, everyone is here.” Logan said and nodded at Thomas. Thomas smiled and sighed in relief, as Roman cheered and sat up, only to snort at the birds nest that was Janus’s hair.

“No hat?”

“No, because someone didn’t have time to let me finish preparing for the day.”

“You were taking too long!” Remus nagged. Janus just clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Virgil sighed, and Logan rolled his eyes before he clapped his hands to gain everyone's attention.

“Since everyone is here now, why don’t we get this year's secret Santa started?” A chorus of agreements followed and soon the sides and Thomas waited as Janus summoned his hat after Roman sent him some puppy eyes to use it to draw the name on who was to hand over their present first.

“Virgil.” Logan read from the piece of paper he had taken from the bowler hat. Virgil grimaced before he huffed

“Well… better to get it over with… I had you Logan...” Virgil said as he summoned a package, wrapped in purple paper with white stars, he handed it over to the other side who took it in surprise.

“Are we opening the gifts now or are we waiting til everyone got theirs?” Thomas asked.

“It’s more fun to open them together.” Patton said with a smile.

Logan carefully placed the purple present down on the floor, before he picked up a present wrapped in dark blue paper.

“I had you Janus.” Logan said as he handed the present over. Janus blinked before one arm appeared from the blankets and took the present, a small chuckle left him as he thought he had an idea on what it was Logan had given him.

“Thank you.” Janus said as he put the present down. “Roman I had you.”

“Oh… yay...” Roman said only to yelp when two of Janus’s arms suddenly appeared from the floor holding a big yellow box. Roman gaped as he took it, missing how Janus’s arms disappeared back into the floor. Roman floundered a bit before he put down the big box and took out a smaller red present. “I had you Thomas.” Roman said as he handed over the red present to Thomas, while Patton cooed at how small it was.

“Aw it’s so small and cute~” Thomas chuckled at Patton’s comment before he took the gift, not really surprised that he could touch it.

“Did you and Janus work together on this one?”

“Not at all, I totally didn’t make you forget ever buying that thing.” Janus said with a smile. while Roman chuckled and rubbed at his neck.

“Well, I had you Patton.” Thomas said before he told Patton to hold his hands open and then concentrated, a rainbow coloured present plopped down on top of Patton’s palms and he squealed.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll love this!” he said as he put it down and brought forth a baby blue present from behind his back and held it out to Remus. “I had you Remus. Here.”

“Oh goodie!” Remus cackled as he took it only to blink when he felt that it was a soft present. He squeezed the paper a bit, a grin growing on his lips. “Here raccoon.” He said distractedly as one of his tentacles held out a badly wrapped gift painted green with acrylic paint to Virgil. Virgil took it with a startled yelp, grimacing when he felt how the paint was still wet.

“Ugh.. thanks...”

“LET*S OPEN THEM!” Remus and Roman called at the same time, causing Patton, Janus and Thomas to chuckle.

Getting a nod of approval it didn’t take long for Remus to tear into his present, to find a neon green knitted scarf, it didn’t look the best but he held it up and gaped, before he squealed and hugged it close, before happily wrapping it around his neck and bit into one end of it, chewing the chick wool. Patton chuckled at the sight before a loud gasp from Roman made them look over to find how Roman was taking out a huge stuffed lion, pale yellow with a bright red mane and green eyes and Roman’s logo on a necklace around the neck.

“Where did you get this?!”

“I uh… made it.” Janus said as he rubbed at his hands, gloves covering all the patches that took up his fingers from where he stabbed himself with the needle. Janus couldn’t help the blush that grew on his cheeks when Roman gave him the biggest most happy smile in years.

Patton opened his gift next, a happy sob leaving him when he saw the little stuffed frog, glittering blue in the light and a pair of big blue eyes, a pair of glasses and the cat hoodie around it’s throat.

“It’s meee...” he sniffled.

“Yeah, I know the first time was a bit of a bad moment, so I wanted to get you something to help you feel better about it. Logan and Roman helped me figure out how to make it.”

“I love it.” Patton mumbled as he hugged the soft frog close.

The sound of tearing present paper was heard followed by a chuckle.

“I knew it. Thank you Logan.” Janus said as he held a thick book in his hand. “I don’t suppose you want to go through it at a later date and discuss the content.”

“I would lo- like that.” Logan said with a small smile.

“So THAT’s where that lego set went” Thomas said, having opened his own present to find one of the several lego sets he bought before him. “Thanks guys.”

Logan opened his own present and blinked down at a space themed cup with a bundle of book marks filling it up, all holding different constellations on them.

“I heard you grumble about running out of book marks last time you and the snake had your book talks, and you keep using your favourite cup so often it’s always in the dishwasher.” Virgil murmured “It’s not much but-”

“Thank you Virgil.”

Virgil looked down at the sticky present Remus gave him, before he sighed and snapped his fingers to make the paint dry, before he unwrapped it, cursing every piece of tape he found. Before he found a bag full of stim toys, he picked up a fidget cube the same size as a rubik's cube, instantly pressing all the buttons. Remus caught sight of it and grinned.

The evening found them all still in the living room, snuggled tight as they watched the Polar express, Logan’s request. In queue was the first Grinch movie, A Christmas Carol, The Nutcracker, and several other Christmas movies.

Thomas felt warm and content, tomorrow he would have the “real” celebration with his family, eating his fathers food and spending time with his mom. but for now, now he would bask in the calm that came, all the sides cuddled together. Somehow Logan had found his way into Janus’s blanket, hugging around the snake like side as the two leaned against Thomas’s side. Patton took up his other side, as Remus sat on the floor, purring as Patton played with his hair. Roman and Virgil sprawled on the remaining sides, Roman having the weighted lion lying on top of him acting as a weight blanket. while Virgil absently fiddled with the stim toys in the bag Remus gave him.

Thomas smiled, only to blink when a clementine was dropped on his lap, he picked it up looking around, no one else was around, Thomas turned it over to find how “Hi” had been carved out from the skin. as well as a smirking smiley. Thomas huffed and rolled his eyes.

“He’ll show his face sometime...” Janus mumbled into his shoulder making Thomas glance at him, to see how Janus was looking at the clementine he was holding. “He’s just going to be a cryptid first.” A snort left Thomas and he chuckled, returning his attention to the TV

“Yeah.”

#Sanders Sides #TheAdventures #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #text #the fox writes #Advent #gift giving #christmas presents

24 notes · View notes

readyourimgaines · 5 years

Text

Thunder

Good evening. This is something I wrote a while back and was encouraged to post on here. I got the idea from the blog @disabled-queen-hc. I started writing oneshots for a fan-fiction high school AU I want to write at some point about what it would be like if Freddie had Autism and the band met in modern high school. this was beta read by Snafu and my friend @iamnotbrianmay. So thank you to everyone involved. -Freddie

Noise was something Freddie could usually handle. The roar of the crowds at their shows, the massive amps, and the drums on stage. He could keep his wits about him with those going on. It didn’t bother him anymore. With the concert racket he could see and trace it back to where it was coming from. With thunderstorm, he couldn’t.

Freddie Mercury was a very verbal person. He was always making sounds. Chirps, trills, squeaks, hums, squeals, ticks, and clicks. So when there was a crush of thunder followed by a near scream and shattering glass, the other three members of Queen knew what was going on. Something was, most definitely, bothering Freddie.

Brian quickly got up from the chair he was in, dropping the newspaper on the living room table as he got up. “Freddie?”

He quickly made his way to the kitchen and wasn’t surprised to see Freddie crouched down, his arms wrapped around his head, his dishtowel still in hand. His feet were bare and a broken cup lay to his left.

“Love?” Brian approached him slowly so he wouldn’t startle him again. “You’re okay.” Brian took his hand and helped him stand up, guiding him around the broken cup so his feet wouldn’t get cut. “Come here. You’re safe.”

Brian wrapped his arms around Freddie and lead him to the living room. As soon as they were out of the kitchen, John set to cleaning up the broken glass while Roger ran to Freddie and Brian’s room to get Freddie’s weighted blanket.

Freddie squeaked and crouched again when another clap of thunder sounded overhead. Brian knelt down with him, still holding him tightly. “Do you want to go to the couch?” Brian cooed. His answer was another squeak. “That’s alright. We’ll stay here.”

Roger returned with the blanket and grabbed Griffin, Freddie’s comfort toy, from the couch on his way to the two.

“Freddie,” Roger got the older’s attention. “I’ll make you a deal, mate. I’ll give you Griffin and you give me the towel, sounds alright?” Roger held the toy out to Freddie and took the towel as he was distracted by it.

Once Freddie had the toy, Brian set to wrapping Freddie up in his blanket, like whenever he got over stimmed and needed to calm down. There was another clap of thunder and Freddie squeaked again, wiggling in the blanket. Brian pulled him into his lap and tightly hugged the singer.

“Thunder isn’t all that bad, Lovie.” Brian said. “It’s pretty interesting, actually.” Another clap and Freddie pressed his face against Brian’s side as tears started coming from his eyes. “Look at it this way. When thunder’s forming—lightning too—”

“Brian,” John cut him short, “if he doesn’t understand how the motum gives the house Wifi, he’s not going to understand how thunderstorms form.”

“He has a point…” Roger nodded. “Got it! Story time.”

Roger and John moved to sit by the other two. Another clap and Freddie squirmed, his squeak muffled in Brian’s side.

“Freddie, you’re familiar with the Greek Gods, right?” Roger asked as he sat across from them.

“He nodded.” Brian said.

“Do you know about the Nordic Gods? Thor, Loki, Odin, Freya, and all them?” Roger went on.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. So, you know how Thor is god of lightning and how Loki, the trickster god, is his brother? Thunderstorms are the of them playing around and Odin scolding them. Loki brings the rain as a joke to annoy people on Earth.” Freddie peaked out from Brian’s side and the other smiled. “The lightning? That’s caused by Thor bickering with Loki to get him to stop while. And lastly, the thunder is Odin yelling at both of them to leave the other alone.”

Freddie’s tears had stopped and he mutely watched Roger. John nudged him slightly to urge him to keep talking and tell more stories. Roger quickly wracked his brain trying to find another story. He didn’t remember all the ones he used to tell his sister when they were little.

Another clap of thunder sounded and Freddie squeaked, curling back against Brian. John stood. “I’ll call Kash.”

He stepped into his and Roger’s room and dialed the number. “Hey John,” Kash’s voice floated over the line.

“Hi. Uh, quick question pertaining to Freddie and thunderstorms…”

“He’s worked up?”

“Almost in tears, yeah. How do we calm him down? We thought Roger had him relaxed with a story, but when it was over he got worked up again. Do we just read to him?”

“Uh, you can do that. Getting him to sleep is another good one. If getting him to sleep doesn’t work then you could try audio-books or something on YouTube. He really likes guided meditations, there are ones about Tolkien’s middle Earth that he really enjoys and loves.”

“Alright, got it.”

“He’s got his blanket and Griffin?”

“Yeah. Brian’s got him and Griffin all wrapped up.” John thought for a second. “What does Freddie think of pillow forts and that sort of thing?”

“Oh, he loves them. You used to build them all the time in the living room at our parents’ house and watch Disney movies.”

“That’s also noted. I’ve got a plan now. Thank you, so much.”

“Don’t mention it. It means a lot to me—to Freddie too— that you guys are learning so much about his condition and are willing to adapt to him.”

“Of course. He’s one of us now. He’s in the family. We help Brian when he’s depressed, Roger when he gets in his moods. They help me when my anxiety’s up. We’ll help Freddie when we can. It’s like he said. Four misfits who don’t belong together making music for other misfits who are pretty sure they don’t belong either.”

“Roger, help me make a pillow fort.” John said, re-entering the living room and searching something on his phone. He found one that was looked interesting.

“Freddie?” He knelt next to the shaking form that Brian was still trying to comfort. “I talked to Kash, she said that this might help.”

He pressed play on the video he had brought up YouTube and placed the phone on the floor by where Brian and Freddie. As the story started, Brian felt Freddie’s shaking lessen.

“Why are we making pillow fort?” Roger whispered. He had gotten the extra blankets from the ottoman and had them now on the couch.

“Because Kash said that they used to build them and watch Disney movies. Besides, we’ve been talking about binging Disney movies. Now’s the perfect chance.”

Brian watched Freddie’s face as the older calmed down slowly. His trembling had stopped but it was clear he was still uneasy. Brian kept holding him tightly as the storm went on over head. Freddie cuddled up against Brian a little more and closed his eyes.

Freddie hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he opened his eyes. Going by the time on Brian’s watch, he’d only been asleep for about half an hour. However, that mere 30 minutes was time enough for John and Roger to be almost completed with their blanket and pillow fort. The ones he and Kash used to make took only about ten minutes. It was the size of the fort that had take them so long. It took up most of the living room. Brian had moved them to couch at some point and now the floor was padded with two of their biggest and softest blankets. They were still on couch.

Brian leaned down and kissed Freddie’s forehead, the one still burritoed in the blanket snuggled closer. “Hi, Fred.”

“Hi.”

John and Roger grinned. “Ready for some Disney movies, Freddie?” John asked. His laptop was open hooked up to the TV with an HDMI cable. He set up Netflix and figured they’d start there before getting out their DVDs. Freddie nodded eagerly and snuggled against Brian again, burrowing his face into the guitar’s shoulder when thunder sounded once again.

“You’re okay, Lovely.” Brian kissed his forehead, sweeping his bangs gently off his forehead.

John pressed play on Beauty and the Beast, the original of course, Freddie did like the added songs in the live action but the Beast made him a little uneasy sometimes and that’s not what they needed. Roger pulled John to lay with him on the newly padded floor, and the bassist happily laid down for cuddles.

The first couple of movies were like a sing-a-long. It was a funny thing for Freddie to think about. One of the most popular and growing rock bands in England laying in a pillow fort singing along to Disney musicals in four part harmonies.

As the night wore on, however, the four started tapering off into sleep. Roger had gotten the comforter from his and John’s bed to cover them on the floor and Freddie had unwrapped his weighted blanket from around himself so that it would cover Brian too.

John was the first to fall asleep, which didn’t surprise any of them considering the week he’d had at school; Roger was next seeing as he was being lulled to sleep by both the music from the movies and John’s calm breathing. The next was Brian. He fell asleep around one in the morning after having asked Freddie he was alright about 20 times.

Freddie closed his eyes around two, listening to ‘God Help the Outcasts’. A distant roll of thunder could be heard and Freddie opened one eye in annoyance.

“Shh…” he whispered, “you’ll wake them.”

He curled himself around Brian’s side, adjusted one of the weights in the blanket, and fell asleep.

#snafu and freddie's imagine shoppe #read your imagines #autistic!Freddie #freddie mercury imagines #frian imagine

42 notes · View notes