#nsfs prinxiety

[tulipanthousa]

Dude I am thinking SO HARD about what you said about Virgil and Roman fucking like rabbits whenever Thomas has a crush. Like their own emotions just become so overwhelming and even if they wanted to couldnt resist how badly they want each other. They’re like magnets and during that first initial phase of a crush they are inseparable and will not leave the bedroom unless forced to

all those romancey fluttery infatuation feelings overflowing into constant needy desperation, half the time they end up frotting in the hallway because they couldnt wait long enough to get to the bedroom, messy kisses and clinging and needy mouthing a lot the jaw while they whine and breathlessly praise each other....... Insatiably Horny Prinxiety Good

#ask #Anonymous #not safe for sanders #nsfs prinxiety

[misery-bitchness-moved]

Roman Accidentally Creates a Doppelgänger

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for a long time and I’m SO glad I finally finished it. I’ll likely write more expanding on this concept like Virgil eventually finding out and maybe even a threesome with the two Virgil’s but we’ll see

Summary- Roman, in the midst of dealing with a huge crush on Virgil, subconsciously uses the imagination to create his own Virgil. Basically, the imagination tells Roman to get laid.

Content warnings: none I don’t think? I mean Roman has sex with a Virgil doppelgänger so if that’s not your thing fair enough maybe skip this one

Roman had a problem that seemed to be growing each time he left his room. Ever since Virgil tried to duck out, the broody emo had been spending more of his time outside his room and with the others. Including Roman. With each new dilemma Thomas faced, the two grew closer and closer even as relationships with Logan and Patton grew strained now that Janus and even Remus were in the mix.

In the midst of all the chaos, Roman had undeniably become overwhelmingly attracted to Virgil. He adored everything about him from his snarky smile to the way his purple eyeshadow shimmered whenever he got excited. The nights they would stay up late watching Disney movies in Roman’s room, cuddled against each other under his sheets were Roman’s favorite. He loved the quips Virgil shot at him and his angelic laugh when Roman bickered back.

Despite being a romantic at heart, Roman was incredibly hesitant to further his relationship with Virgil in fear of ruining what they’ve worked so hard to have. To say they had a rocky start was understatement and Roman would sooner lose at the hands of the dragon witch than lose Virgil.

So he hoped that once their fractured relationships with the others healed, his feelings would fade and everything would go back to normal. Unfortunately, as Patton and Janus approached Roman with an apology and the hope of reaching an understanding, everyone worked together to make Logan feel more heard, and Janus and Virgil tentatively repaired their once unbreakable bond, Roman’s feelings stayed. In fact, now that they spent less time together and more time with the others, Roman found himself looking forward to their solitary movie and cuddle nights even more.

Sitting at the kitchen table as Patton mixed a fresh batch of cookies and Janus made some comment that resulted in Virgil’s gorgeous laugh echoing throughout the room, Roman was reminded of this exact predicament. He wanted to be the reason for Virgil’s elated expression, wanted to be the reason for the healthy flush across his cheeks, visible despite the white foundation. Roman loved it when he could see the red dusting his stormcloud’s cheeks and would love even more to see it without his makeup covering it as well as how the flush would spread across his body when he-

Roman’s eyes widened and a dark blush reddened his own cheeks as he realized just where his train of thought was heading. That was the other part of his problem. As much as Roman was embarrassed to admit it, his thoughts had recently taken a more... suggestive turn. He desperately wanted to know what Virgil would look like beneath him, bare and breathless and something Roman knew he could never have. The fact that he was even having these thoughts was enough to send him hurtling out of his seat and towards the privacy of his room despite the confused and concerned looks sent his way.

Closing and locking his door behind him, Roman sighed and settled behind his desk with the small hope that getting some work done would distract him from his heated thoughts. He began scribbling away, mostly nonsense base ideas that weren’t meant to really go anywhere, just something to keep his mind off Virgil.

Virgil…

“Roman?”

The prince immediately perked up at the sound of the anxious emo’s voice and quickly took notice that his mindless scrawling seemed to take the form artful sketches of the emo side himself, causing Roman to panic and scramble to cover the pages before they could be seen.

“Ah! Just a moment, Virgil! Apologies, you caught me off guard, I-”

“Princey~”

Roman froze and felt his cheeks heat up. Virgil’s voice was smooth, yet soft and if he wasn’t mistaken, a bit teasing. A small part of him even wanted to believe it was intentionally seductive because that tone of voice certainly did things to Roman. However, he quickly brushed those thoughts aside as he knew Virgil would never do that and he was ashamed of himself for even thinking such thoughts as he stood from his chair and turned around to face the side he had already kept waiting for far too long.

Roman felt his breathing stop and his heart rate spike.

There stood Virgil, leaning with one arm against his bedpost, in the most seductive clothes the prince had ever seen him in. The dark purple skirt he wore rose just above his midthigh and left very little to the imagination. He had a sheer, black crop top that didn’t cover anything and on his neck rested a deep red choker with a small crown charm dangling from it. Virgil’s eyes were lidded and his teeth bit his plush bottom lip teasingly, leaving Roman unable to look away without desperately wanting to know what those full lips would feel like on his.

Virgil giggled at Roman’s awe, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor as the normally anxious and reserved side swung himself around the bedpost and sat on the edge of the prince’s massive bed. The skirt rose up even more and Roman swore he could see a hint of what looked to be red lace underneath, causing his face to flare up even more than it already had. The object of his affections spread his legs slightly, just enough to tease Roman, and he laid back onto the bed, arms stretched above his head. Both the shirt and skirt rose higher as a result confirming there was in fact lacy red lingerie underneath those sinful clothes.

Roman could feel himself get light headed as all his blood rushed downward and he felt a familiar warmth coiling in his gut. He collapsed back in his chair, fearing if he stood for any longer, his legs would give out. Only the sound of Virgil’s teasing, seductive voice was able to snap him out of the trance he was in.

“Princey, I need you. I’ve wanted you for so long, please, I can’t wait any longer. Please, take me, Roman,” he whimpered desperately, batting his eyes innocently at the other side who was struggling to keep his composure.

Had it not been for the sheer amount of shock and confusion running through his head, Roman would have jumped the man’s bones by now, but his head simply couldn’t wrap itself around the situation at hand. Roman had just seen Virgil in the commons and was certain he wasn’t wearing the revealing clothes that now hugged his smaller frame.

“Virgil? I… What’s going on? Wait, how did you even get in here? This doesn’t make sense; when did you even change?” Roman stumbled over his words, confusion just barely beating out his desire to take Virgil’s newfound forwardness at face value.

Virgil replied coolly, sitting up and still looking at Roman with that horribly seductive expression, “You wanted me didn’t you? Well, here I am.”

“I…” The prince wasn’t completely sure how to respond to that. Virgil certainly wasn’t wrong, but it still didn’t answer any questions he had.

Unfortunately, before he had the chance to ask anymore questions, Virgil had moved from the bed right on to Roman’s lap, straddling him with arms wrapped around his shoulders. Roman’s grip on the armrests of his chair tightened as the object of his affections began mouthing at his neck, hot breath against his ear, whispering, “Stop worrying, my prince, that’s my job. Besides, there’s much better things you and I could be doing right now.”

Virgil’s voice was downright salacious and Roman was just about to give in, eyes drifting shut, leaning in towards the other’s lips…

Knock knock knock!

“Hey, Princey! Open up!”

Virgil’s voice called from the other side of Roman’s door who shot up from his seat, sending the look-alike to the floor. His mind racing, he looked from his door to the thing he had previously thought to be Virgil.

“What the hell? Oh my god, what the hell?! What is going on, what are you?” Roman cried as quietly as he could, hoping not to alert the real Virgil.

The fake just tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “I’m Virgil, dear. I’m here to give you everything you want,” he said, voice still using that seductive lilt.

“What are you… oh. Oh god. Fuck. Fuck! You’re a construct of the imagination, aren’t you?” The question was more of an accusation, but the imaginary Virgil didn’t flinch, even as Roman continued his panicked rant, “How did you even get here? I never made Virgil in the imagination! Who would even…? Remus. That jerk sent you here just to mess with me! When I get my hands on him-”

“Roman! Dude, are you okay? What the hell is going on in there?”

Right. Real Virgil. Right outside his door.

“Coming!” Roman shouted before turning to the doppelganger, “You! Hide behind the bed! Now!”

Roman all but dragged the construct to its makeshift hiding place before he opened his door just enough to let Virgil see him, but not into his room.

“Virgil! My dear friend! What brings you here?” He asked as casually as he could, mentally kicking himself for how unconvincing he sounded.

“Um… I was just checking in on you. You like… bolted out of the kitchen out of nowhere. Is everything okay?”

Roman was sure he was sweating at this point. He fidgeted with his shirt, answering nervously, “Yes! Yes, of course! I just… had an idea! I simply had to write it down right away before I forgot it. You know how forgetful I can be and when creativity strikes, I simply must act.”

While Virgil didn’t quite look convinced, he didn’t actively seem suspicious of Roman. Instead, he simply sighed and said “If you say so, dude. Just… let me know if you need to talk, okay? Bottling things up never does any good and I care about you. We all do”

Virgil’s voice had taken on a softer tone, one that melted Roman’s heart. His sincerity and concern was just so… Virgil, and Roman couldn’t help but think about how absolutely whipped he was for the man in front of him.

“Thank you, Virgil. Truly. You’ll be the first to know if something comes up.”

Virgil gave him an awkward smile in an attempt to mirror the genuine one Roman wore. With a small nod, he walked away, no doubt going to his room to decompress, and Roman closed his door with a sigh of relief.

“Roman~”

“Goddammit.”

Not-Virgil had moved from where Roman placed him, hidden behind his ornate bed, to lay on top of the covers, stretched out on his side, tracing circles onto the silk sheets with his finger. He batted his eyes and, for a second, Roman flushed at the perfect look-alike of the man he so desperately wanted before he got ahold of himself again.

“Nope, no. You are going back to the imagination where you belong and you can go back to Remus and tell him to fuck off. I don’t want any part in his stupid games. Creating you to torment me is a low blow and I won’t-”

“Remus didn’t make me.”

The doppelganger spoke up suddenly. It caught Roman off guard and caused him to stop in his tracks. His voice was quiet when he said, “What do you mean?”

“Remus didn’t make me. You did, Roman,” Not-Virgil continued, “You wanted me so badly so here I am. Consciously or not, you created me so we could be together, so I could please you. Let me please you, Roman.” His voice was barely a whisper now, hot and needy.

Roman swallowed heavily, mind muddled with conflicting emotions. Confusion at the whole situation, disgust and shame for himself, and still that simmering arousal settled deep inside him at the sight of Virgil in such sexy clothing practically begging for him, real or not.

Too caught up in his mind to notice, Not-Virgil had creeped up to him, snapping him out of his trance as the construct placed one hand on his chest, the other cradling his face. Their faces were inches apart and Roman was frozen in place, so desperately wanting to give in, but too filled with shame to do so.

“Please? I want you so bad, my prince. I’m all yours. I know you want it too so please just fuck me, I need it!” He cried softly, beginning to squirm as he desperately rolled his hips against Roman’s, whose own twitched in return. Roman was already half-hard and couldn’t deny how badly he wanted it as well. This Virgil was right; the imagination did have a habit of acting on both creativities’ subconscious and now that he really thought about it, Roman was almost surprised something like this hadn’t happened sooner.

Surely because it's not real, it would be fine, right? It would be no different from masterbating while thinking about Virgil which he already did often. Maybe if he was lucky, fucking his feelings out would reduce them to a much more manageable state! Roman tried to reason with himself all while his hands hovered just over “Virgil’s” hips and said emo mouthed at Roman’s neck, waiting for a response.

Roman pulled away with a frustrated groan and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Okay, fine. I’m horny, the imagination seems to think I need this, and maybe it’s right. This… it’s only weird if I make it weird, right… Virgil?” He asked mostly to himself, but he saw how a new hunger sparked in Virgil’s eyes before the scantily-clad man threw himself at the prince.

Their lips crashed together in an aggressive and needy kiss, moans escaping each of them. Virgil’s arms wrapped around Romans neck, hands reaching into his hair to tug and scratch at his scalp. The creative side growled into the kiss, biting his partner’s lip and grabbing him by the thighs, prompting him to jump and wrap his legs around Roman’s waist, so the prince could carry them to his bed.

Even as Virgil collapsed on the bed, their lips never separated, Roman falling with him. He let out noises that wouldn’t be out of place in an over-the-top porno and made Roman blush madly, thankful his room was soundproof.

However, Virgil wasn’t content in just making out and grinding against his partner. Soon his mouth traveled down the prince’s neck, biting harshly before pressing gentle kisses on the same spot as though in apology. Roman moaned and his nails scratched lightly down Virgil’s body. He could feel the other’s hands trail down his own body, grasping at the bottom of his shirt and tugging it upwards.

Roman took the hint and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, immediately moving to do the same for Virgil. The emo reached for Roman’s belt as soon as his hands were free, not waiting a moment longer to remove his lover’s pants.

Both sides were breathing heavily with some whimpers and groans dispersed throughout. Roman even let out a high pitched whine as he slowly pushed Virgil's purple skirt up and dragged the red lacy underwear down his thick thighs. He didn’t even bother removing the skirt, content to fuck Virgil in it.

The idea of Virgil wearing his color, sending the clear message that he belonged to Roman sent his mind reeling. Even as he mourned having to toss the lingerie to the side, Roman took solace in the fact that Virgil still had the deep red collar that he would give anything to see the real Virgil in.

He was soon drawn away from all thoughts of real and fake Virgils as the one in front of him flipped them unexpectedly, leaving Roman beneath his smirking partner. The cocky expression he wore was just so Virgil, Roman couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, completely enamored.

Virgil began to kiss down his chest, stopping at his nipples to take one into his mouth. The prince cried out at the sensation, arching his back in response. Virgil only snickered before continuing his path downward and slowly peeling his partner’s underwear off with lidded eyes and hot breath. Roman’s cock sprang from its confines, causing him to gasp quietly. He bit his lip and Virgil’s fingers caressed dick with feather-light touches that became firmer as if in awe of the man before him.

The dark side’s tongue flicked out, licking Roman’s tip as he stroked him. He slowly took Roman into his mouth, clearly intent on teasing if the sinful look in his eyes was anything to go by. Bit by bit, Virgil swallowed around him until the tip touched his throat with no hint of a gag reflex.

By now, the creative side had one hand on Virgil’s head and the other in a fist where he bit his knuckles in an attempt to keep quiet. The hand keeping Virgil where he was tightened, fingers curling around his hair in a slight tug. The simple gesture caused the dark side to moan loudly, eyes rolling back slightly, and the vibrations from his throat to go straight to Roman’s dick whose knuckles did nothing to hide the shout of pleasure that escaped him.

Virgil was really working to drive his partner crazy now. He bobbed his head, tongue running over the cock in his mouth in the best way possible. Occasionally, he would tease the head, running his tongue over the slit, or just barely grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin, making Roman’s toes curl. The sight of his crush like this was enough to get him off alone so needless to say, his grip on Virgil’s hair soon tightened as he gasped in warning of his imminent release.

But before he could cum down that gorgeous throat that hadn’t been marked nearly enough for Roman’s liking, Virgil pulled away. Where Roman had been strung tight as a wire before, as soon as the overwhelming sensations stopped, all the tension in his body released, still reeling from being right on the edge, but not given the final push he needed.

“You didn’t think this was gonna be over that quickly, did you?” Virgil teased, licking his lips with a heated expression, “I want you inside me, Roman, need to feel you. Don’t even need to prep, baby, I’m ready. Been waiting for this for so long.”

Roman nodded, not trusting his voice enough to speak. They both maneuvered so that Roman was back on top, his cock grinding against Virgil’s hole before lubing up and pressing in, all while nipping and kissing the pale neck before him. Roman groaned at the warm pressure enveloping his cock and squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure and the breathy moans coming from his partner.

Virgil’s hands scrambled to claw at Roman’s back, desperate to get as close as possible. Roman set a quick pace, unsure of how long he would be able to last and determined to bring his partner with him. His hands found Virgil's hips and his mouth found his lips in a dirty kiss. They panted into each other’s mouths, unable to keep their noises to themselves, but refusing to part until their lungs ached.

When he pulled away, Roman took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Virgil’s flushed skin was gorgeous and the way he bit his lip made Roman want to bite it himself. His head was tipped back as angelic pleas and moans poured from his mouth in a symphony that intermingled with Roman’s own sounds. The skirt that still remained pushed up around Virgil’s waist bounced with the force of the prince’s thrusts, the movement of the delicate fabric a wonderful sensation against each of their bodies. Roman’s eyes flickered up to the red choker wrapped tightly around the pale neck, now mottled with bruises.

That little splash of red on his partner, signifying ownership, made Roman growl and double his efforts. Virgil was his, even if it was just for these fleeting few moments. That thought alone had a new rush of arousal coursing through his veins and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Moving one of his hands from where he gripped Virgil’s hip, Roman began stroking his lover’s dick in time with his thrusts to bring him closer to the edge. He bit down hard on Virgil’s neck, leaving behind teeth marks and turning the skin there a gorgeous shade of red as the bruises began to set in. Virgil's cries grew louder and his hips bucked to meet Roman’s.

Roman couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside Virgil with a long groan, grinding his cock deeper as he rode out his orgasm. Virgil’s eyes fluttered shut when he felt Roman fuck him through his orgasm and warm cum spill inside him. His ass tightened around Roman’s cock, causing the prince to let out a choked whine.

Even as he reached his peak, Roman never once let his partner feel neglected, still stroking his cock until it became too much to bear and Virgil came too. His orgasm was unbelievably physical, hips thrusting wildly and hands grabbing at Roman wherever they could. His toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as his whole body tensed, cum squirting from his cock onto his and Roman’s stomachs.

Roman finally pulled out when Virgil finished and his body fell pliant once more. The creative side collapsed onto the bed next to his partner who seemed to already be on the verge of sleep. He waved his hand, using mindscape magic to will away the mess they had created, and wrapped his arms around Virgil who, in turn, snuggled closer and Roman swore he let out a purr.

Closing his eyes, the prince let his breathing even out, letting himself relax with Virgil’s head on his chest. Warm and content, they fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

***

When Roman woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his bed was empty. Pushing aside his disappointment, he got up and realized he had slept through the whole night and was now likely late for breakfast. Distantly, he hoped that his thoughts and feelings surrounding Virgil would be less of a nuisance now that he had… expressed some of them.

Unfortunately, he had no such luck. As soon as he heard three hard knocks at his door and deep grumbling voice still drenched in sleep, Roman knew he was more screwed than ever.

“Hey, Princey, you comin’ to breakfast or what? Pat’s makin’ pancakes so get your royal ass down to the kitchen already,” Virgil mumbled.

Roman had no idea how he was going to face Virgil after yesterday. He could only act like nothing happened and pray he never sees Not Virgil again… even if deep down he really, really wanted to experience it again. Just, preferably, with the real thing next time.

#blue writes #not safe for sanders #nsfs prinxiety #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman

[moonbeam-dragon]

Prinxiety Stuf 2

Summary: French kiss under the bleachers. They both get pretty turned on.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #tss roman #tss virgil #prinxiety #nsfs prinxiety #prinxiety fluff #not safe for sanders

[pillowprinceroman]

Pretty <3

She/him for Roman

@harmonialcollisions

#not safe for sanders #nsfs roman #nsfs virgil #nsfs prinxiety #erridoodles

[bottomloganagenda]

I need to get over my writers block! Send me some smutty prompts/kinks and a ship (of two or three Sides) and I may write it

What I will write

Most things,( but I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable with something or just can't, so I may just say I can't or won't Incase I just didn't know about or forgot to include something in my will not write list)

Any combo of sides

Threesomes

What I won't write

Top Logan

Non-con

Watersports (or anything similar)

Age-play

Feet stuff

#not safe for sanders #nsfs anxceit #nsfs logince #nsfs prinxiety #nsfs roceit #nsfs royality #nsfs moceit #nsfs intruloceit #nsfs Intrulogical #nsfs virgil #nsfs patton #nsfs roman #nsfs intrulity #nsfs loceit #nsfs dukexiety #nsfs dukeceit #tw: suggestive #sanders sides smut #sanders sides #hopefully it's okay i put it there

[vulgarvixxen]

Neko Adventure [Roman]

Intro

Tw: body transformation, animal behaviors, size differences, rough sex

It was a few days and the sides were adjusting to their temporary bodies and the new behaviors that came with being a hybrid. Turns out that Thomas’s daydreaming also had some weird translations when it affected the Mindscape, if Thomas associated an animal with one gender over the other the sides would gain the attributes of that gender. Roman and Logan were more aggressive and territorial, Remus was intersexed, and both Virgil and Janus had gained material instincts. Patton, didn’t seem to have any gendered behaviors but he was more excitable and affectionate…somehow.

“Roman it’s just a towel, a used towel, just let me use it for my nest!” Virgil reasoned as he put all of his weight into pulling the terry cloth away from the stubborn stag. He was hit with the need to have something that smelled like the others, snagging an old tee from their core was easy and Janus had understood the urge and given him a pillow.

The next side Virgil had chosen to visit was Roman and it was obviously not going well, “I’ll give it back later, just let me borrow it!” He yowled as Roman’s superior size let him pull the towel and Virgil into his arms, being encompassed in strong arms and soaked in musk made Virgil’s head spin, “What’s in it for me kitten?” Roman huffed, eyes narrowed in challenge. Without thinking Virgil presses up to Roman’s chest and purrs out, “fuck me, use me”. Roman let go of the towel and grabbed Virgil by the waist. In a flash they were both naked with Virgil being pinned against the nearest wall.

Virgil’s little body was stuffed full of deer cock, being bounced up and down on it by the tanned hands on his hips. It was fast and brutal but it also felt so good to just let his body be manhandled, the stag’s aggressiveness going from frustrating to fulfilling as the walls of his ass were rubbed and stretched beautifully. Roman had to curl up to both fuck into Virgil and reach the emo’s shoulder to leave nips and nuzzles. Then all too suddenly the stag hybrid let out a whistling grunt and Virgil felt the dick inside him inflate and pump seed deep into him.

Out of breath Roman lifts the cat hybrid off of his dick just for a flood of cum to gush out of the smaller side, Virgil mews at the loss but quiets as the stag snaps them clean and snuggles the cat close. They lay there in blissed silence until Roman has to get back to work on the project he had been protecting before he was interrupted. Virgil leaves a bit later with his prize and a necklace of forming hickies.

#not safe for sanders #nsft #minors dni #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs prinxiety #prinxiety #neko au

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

i wanted a new header and apparently have vampires on the brain so...

oh,,,, to be a lounge singer with a mysterious sexy wealthy benefactor who is absolutely a normal man <3

#nsfs prinxiety #suggestive #it. i dont know if i should tag as nsfs but i dont want to maintag it either. so. #dj's art #nsfs roman #nsfs virgil

[tulipanthousa]

The virgil and roman crush thing is almost like a heat cycle lol switch realness and how theyre crushing deterimines which roles they portray of it! Like if theres more anxiety about them liking back virgil is more alpha for the dynamic where the sappier it is roman is lol

I'm also thinking about the accepting anxiety Arc in the context of this au, and how they've been begrudging enemies-with-benefits for years...post-aa the first time they let themselves kiss, or fully undress, or praise each other, the vulnerability of admitting softness for each other making everything so much deeper and hotter and more passionate

The transformation from borderline hate fucking to the most annoying members of the polycule sparking teeny little crushes on anyone who smiles at Thomas because they start giggling about Potential and escalate to slow and dirty making out on the couch

#ask #anonymous #nsfs prinxiety

[manglechanbluh]

I had a revelation at work...

#this explain a lot actually #nsfs prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #not safe for sanders #shitpost #meme #fanart

[moonbeam-dragon]

Unpublished Prinxiety

#sander sides #sanders sides fic #my writing #tss #virgil x roman #ts roman #roman sanders #roman sanders sides #tss roman #roman x virgil #virgil sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders sides #tss virgil #prinxiety #nsfs prinxiety #nsfs roman #nsfs virgil #prinxiety fluff

[misery-bitchness-moved]

Love Potion- Prinxiety

FUCKING FINALLY

This took way longer than it should’ve but I finally finished it. This is part one of a three part “series” I’m doing but it’s not really a series it’s just three ships’ encounters with a love potion because I’m a sucker for that kind of trope. The first one up is prinxiety!!! Next will be logicality and I’ll end on dukeceit (I swear these aren’t the only ships I do I’m just a whore for prinxiety)

Anyway, trigger warning!!! Due to the nature of the love potion (which is really more of a horny potion but shhhhh) this fic feature dubious consent. If that’s not your jam this fic probably isn’t for you just a heads up!

Ok I’ll shut up now here’s the fic

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Virgil always prided himself on how cautious he was; after all, it was his primary job. So when he heard a loud crash followed by a series of swears as he was lounging on the couch, he immediately jumped to attention. His cat-like reflexes got him to the kitchen in record time only to find Logan, clothes stained a dark pink, grumbling at the puddle of pink liquid and pieces of broken glass surrounding him.

“Logan! What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Virgil said, scrambling to steer his friend away from the glass shards.

“Your irresponsible, infuriating boyfriend happened,” Logan responded with irritation clear in his voice. At Virgil’s confused look, he continued, “Roman left a jar on the counter and when I went to move it to make some tea, the lid came loose because apparently your dope of a boyfriend can’t screw lids on properly. Whatever was in the jar spilled all over me and the jar itself shattered.”

Virgil ignored the slights at his boyfriend and focused on cleaning up the mess on the floor instead, using extra caution with the sharp shards of glass. He only gave a slight hum to signal that he heard Logan’s story who had sat down at the table and was now using paper towels to soak up some of the liquid staining his shirt. As Virgil was so focused on ensuring Logan’s safety and disposing of the hazardous glass, he only realized he had no idea what he was touching until he felt the liquid seep onto his own skin as it soaked through the paper towels he was using to dry the puddle.

His head shot up like a deer in headlights at the worrying realization and he stared at Logan with wide eyes. “Wait, what even is this stuff? It’s not, like, dangerous or whatever, is it? Oh my god, are we gonna be okay?”

Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Logan sighed and placed his hand on Virgil’s shoulder to grab his attention and stop him from spiraling. “Virgil, breathe,” he instructed. “Roman may be a moron, but I highly doubt he would leave out something potentially dangerous. That being said, I advise we both wash ourselves well to ensure whatever this substance was is no longer on our skin. It would also be wise for us to look for any out of the ordinary symptoms just to be safe, and if you happen to run into Roman, please inquire about this peculiar liquid.” He rose from his seat and began walking out of the kitchen before he turned around and added with a scowl, “Oh, and if you do see him? Hit him over the head for me.”

With that final statement, earning a snort out of Virgil, Logan sunk out of the kitchen, leaving the dark side alone. He did not stay in there for long, however, and decided to follow his friend’s advice, sinking out of the mindscape himself and popping into his room.

Upon making it to his room, Virgil suddenly found his vision swimming and leaned against his bed for leverage as his head grew fuzzy and a sick sense of vertigo overtook him. He flopped fully onto his bed, groaning. His final thought before his vision faded to black was surprisingly not worry over the effects of the mysterious liquid and possibility of death, but rather how he was going to murder Roman for leaving out whatever that stupid jar was if he ever woke up.

***

When Virgil did wake up, he first noticed how his head felt like it was full of cotton, something he thought he should worry about, but he couldn’t bring himself to. If anything, he liked how it felt; light and empty and stress-free. A small giggle slipped out of his mouth when he tried to remember why he passed out, only to have the fuzzy feeling in his head chase away any of those pesky worries. He felt great! His whole body felt warm and his mind was in a state of bliss that he had only ever felt when he was with Roman.

Roman…

The thought of his boyfriend sent a wave of arousal through Virgil’s body and he couldn’t contain the soft moan that escaped him. All he could think about was Roman and how badly he wanted him here, touching him, teasing him, fucking him. The phantom sensation of Roman’s large hands, rough and scarred from the imagination, running up and down Virgil’s thighs, squeezing occasionally made him shudder. Virgil could almost feel his boyfriend’s mouth biting and sucking at his chest, teasing his nipple in a way that always drove the dark side mad.

Virgil had begun to pant as his thoughts turned more and more lewd until the heat surging through his body had become unbearable and he needed Roman more than he needed air. Standing from his bed, he took a moment to regain his balance as his vision was still slightly blurry and his legs felt like gelatin. Once he knew he could walk without falling over, he stumbled out of his room, not entirely sure where he was going, but vaguely aware it was in the direction of Roman’s room.

His head was too full of cotton to properly form a coherent thought other than how badly he wanted Roman. Luckily, the side he was looking for just happened to be leaving his room, making Virgil light up.

“Roman!” he shouted, giggling as he lunged toward his boyfriend, almost tripping in the process. Virgil quickly wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss without hesitation, biting his soft bottom lip before sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth. Roman melted into the kiss, groaning at his boyfriend’s sudden, but not unwelcome, display of affection. His hands groped Virgil’s waist before sliding down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze which Virgil responded to with a loud moan.

Roman pulled away, resulting in a disappointed whine from Virgil, both gasping for breath after such a long and intense kiss. Virgil continued to cling to the other side, desperate to be as close to him as possible to satiate the scorching heat coursing through his body, unintentionally grinding against Roman, letting him feel the obvious hard-on through his jeans.

“Virgil, love,” Roman breathed out a laugh, “what on earth has you so worked up? Not that I’m complaining of course, but you’re not usually this… bold.”

Bold was an understatement. Virgil was usually fairly reserved when it came to physical affection, especially in public, so to see said emo practically grinding on him with such a heated gaze was quite abnormal.

Virgil looked up into his prince’s eyes, his own eyes glazed and half-lidded, burning with so much arousal and lust that it made Roman shudder. “Don’t know,” he said, pressing a kiss to his lover’s jaw, “Don’t care. Just need you, please. Fuck, I want you so bad, Roman, love you so much.” He mumbled his words as he continued placing sloppy kisses across the other side’s face, hands removing themselves from where they had been buried in Roman’s hair and moving down to rub sensually at his chest, making the man’s face turn bright red.

“Take me, Roman. I’m yours, all yours, only yours, please!” he whined more and more desperate as his dick strained uncomfortably in his pants.

Roman sucked in a breath before detaching Virgil from his body, much to the dark side’s disappointment, but quickly grabbed his wrist and led him inside his room, messy with scrapped ideas, but elegant nonetheless.

Soon, Virgil found himself pinned against the red, ornate door, now closed and locked. Roman’s breath was hot on his face as he whispered, “You’re sure you’re okay? I’ll gladly fuck you senseless, but I just want to make sure you want this too and there’s not something going on.”

Roman’s thumb stroked Virgil’s cheek softly, making the dark side’s eyes flutter shut only to open seconds later just as dazed as before. “Please, Roman! I’m so hard it hurts, I need you so bad it feels like I’m dying,” he whined, hips involuntarily jerking against Roman’s leg, finally getting a taste of the sweet friction he so desperately craved.

Before Virgil could open his mouth to beg again, Roman surged forward to capture his lips in another passionate kiss that quickly turned more heated as Virgil practically shoved his tongue down the other’s throat. Distracted by the kiss, he hardly noticed as Roman’s hands moved down before he was lifted off the ground, almost swooning at his boyfriend’s strength; something that he would usually be embarrassed about, but now it hardly even crossed his mind, completely overwhelmed by lust.

Roman tossed him onto the plush bed fit for a king, snapping their clothes away, too impatient to actually undress. Virgil squirmed as he kissed down his chest, stopping momentarily at his nipples to swirl his tongue around one before moving to the other, keeping Virgil distracted as he reached for the lube in his bedside drawer.

Finally, Roman’s mouth reached his love’s hips, nipping gently at them and earning a soft gasp from the man under him. Drenching his fingers in lube, Roman gave a light lick to Virgil’s cock just as he slipped the first slicked up finger into his lover’s twitching hole.

Virgil moaned loudly, completely unashamed. Usually, he was embarrassed by the sounds he made during sex, but now he couldn’t bring himself to care. The noises he let out only made Roman more turned on, eager to fuck his gorgeous boyfriend.

One finger became two, which soon became three as Roman scissored and stretched the tight hole open until his partner was loose and pliant. All coherent thought had left Virgil at this point, high pitched whines and pants escaping his mouth. Roman took in the erotic sight of the strong, brooding man, now flushed and shiny with sweat, his face screwed up in pleasure despite not even having Roman’s cock in him yet. It was truly a sight to behold.

Roman couldn’t wait anymore and quickly slid his dick into Virgil, trying his best to watch for any signs of discomfort despite the overwhelming urge to let go and pound ruthlessly into the man beneath him. Both sides cried out at the sensation. Roman set a quick pace, unable to resist the tight warmth surrounding his cock and thrust into his partner, skin slapping against skin. The moans pouring shamelessly out from Virgil’s mouth spurred him on, adjusting their position to find that particular spot that was sure to drive the other man wild.

Lifting Virgil’s left leg and placing it over his shoulder, Roman shifted to make them both more comfortable while also making it possible to press even deeper. When his boyfriend started up his brutal pace again, Virgil all but wailed. His mind had completely fogged over, mind entirely focused on Roman and the pleasure he provided. His prostate was ruthlessly stimulated and his throat was raw from screaming, tears pricking at his eyes as he surrendered himself to bliss.

Roman loved seeing his partner fall apart and could easily tell when he was about to reach his peak. Virgil’s hole tightened around him, the pressure feeling incredible around his cock and causing his eyes to flutter shut at the sensation. They were both close and as Roman mouthed at his lover’s chest between his pants and gasps, he reached his hand to grasp at Virgil’s throbbing dick which twitched at the contact. Virgil was reduced to a whining puddle of lust.

“Ro-Roman! Ah- please! Oh god, yes!” he slurred with drool dripping down his chin, “Fuck yes, so good! Roman, I need more please, I need you so bad, more than anything!”

Roman groaned at the brazen pleas and quickened his hand to tease Virgil just the way he liked it. Virgil’s hand scrambled to grip the pillows beneath his head for any kind of purchase as he fell apart, mouth open in a silent scream. He came hard, ass tightening around Roman’s cock causing him to reach his peak too. The feeling of warmth flooding his insides made Virgil’s spent dick twitch softly as he panted, body soaked sweat and flushed bright red.

Roman pulled out of him and laid next to the dark side, but only for a moment before getting up to grab a towel for both himself and Virgil. By the time he returned from the bathroom, Virgil was already fast asleep in bed, and after cleaning him up, Roman had no issues joining him in bed.

***

Virgil slowly opened his eyes, wondering if the hazy memories of the night before were just a wet dream his consciousness had conjured up. However, the warm weight of a body spooning him and the heavy arm pulling him close quickly disposed of that theory.

Virgil’s eyes widened and any leftover sleepiness was dispelled as he twisted to face Roman and rapidly shook him awake, hardly noticing he was in the other’s room.

Roman tiredly blinked open his eyes, smiling when they made contact with Virgil. “Good morning, gorgeous. Sleep well?” he asked, voice rough from sleep and the previous night’s events.

Virgil’s gaze hardened as he spoke urgently, his own voice thoroughly wrecked, “Roman, what the hell was in that jar you left in the kitchen?”

“Hm? Oh, I completely forgot about that. It was some sort of love potion I confiscated from the dragon witch. The old bat was planning on using it to marry a princess and take over her kingdom,” Roman scoffed, rolling his eyes as though the dragon witch and the imagination as a whole weren’t his own creation. “Why do you ask?”

Virgil let out a groan before answering, “Cause it spilled all over Logan and I yesterday you idiot. You really need to start screwing the lids on properly,” he paused before smacking the prince on the back of his head. Roman let out a yelp. “Oh, and that’s from Logan.”

Roman rubbed the back of his head and looked up at Virgil with shock and worry in his eyes. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Wait, so last night? You… Oh my god, Virgil, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault! I should’ve put that damn jar away or… or noticed something was wrong. Oh god, Virgil, I-” his rambling was cut off when Virgil took his face in his hands, forcing the watery-eyed prince to look his boyfriend in the eye.

“Hey, stop that. You didn’t know and while that normally should never be an excuse, I, uh… I kinda liked it?” That admittance immediately caught Roman’s attention, but Virgil continued, “I don’t know, I guess that feeling of dizziness and arousal was nice. Almost like a high, I guess? I don’t know. I just, maybe not anytime soon, but uh, I wouldn’t mind doing it again? Only if you’re okay with it! Ugh, this is probably weird, I’m sorry, I should go-”

This time, Roman stopped Virgil from spiraling, grabbing his hands and pressing a gentle kiss to his palms. “My love, you know there is very little I wouldn’t do for you. I’d be more than happy to repeat the experience should you like to. After all, seeing you whine and beg so prettily for me was quite the sight,” he said seductively, sending the other side a heated look.

Virgil turned bright red and sputtered indignantly, “Wha- shut up! Just- just go back to bed; it’s too early for this bullshit.”

“Whatever you say, dearest.”

#not safe for sanders #nsfs prinxiety #bottom virgil #top roman #blue writes

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Hey. Could I order a Prinxiety fluffy smut? With a side of Roman having a praise kink. And for dessert a biting kink. Please and thank you <3

I don't want to be tagger vmbut if you could let me know I'd appreciate it.

Hi sorry this took so long but this was supposed to be a short fic to get back in the swing of writing and it ended over 1500 words (Also I forgot to look at my inbox for awhile so didn't see request sorry)

But I hope this is good, I totally loved this prompt

Pairing: Roman/Virgil

Tags: Biting (Virgil likes to bite and be bitten is a huge headcannon of mine) praise kink, anal sex and mild princess kink

"Like what you see Princy" Virgil teased

He had just walked into Romans room, and whatever Roman was going to say to greet him died in his tongue when he saw what Virgil was wearing

Virgil was just in a plain black T-shirt but Virgil's is sure what stopped Roman was what was on his lower half, a dark purple skirt and some ripped tights

Roman looked for a moment like his brain had just stopped before grinning and walking to Virgil closing the space between them until his inches from Virgil and Virgil can feel his body heat

Roman runs his hands along Virgil's sides

"Honestly Virgil" He starts bringing his face closer to Virgil's, to the point that Virgil can feel Romans breath on his face "The fact that you even have to ask that" he laughs "Like I don't always like what I see whenever I look at you, Princess"

The nickname sends a peasant shiver throughout Virgil

"However" Roman continues "you do look ravishing almost even more so in this" he slides hands down Virgil's sides to the hem of his skirt, gliding his hand under the fabric feeling the mesh tights underneath, causing a pleasant warmth to spread where his hand glided across Virgil's skin

"While I'm glad you like me in the skirt" Virgil says finally finding some words "I was actually hoping you'd be a good Prince and get me out of it"

And with that Roman waste no time capturing Virgil's mouth in a heated kiss, taking his time to explore whatever Virgil offers

They continue to kiss deeply, until the need for air because too much

Roman takes his hand to behind Virgil's thigh pushing it up pulling the emo closer, Virgil half wraps himself around Roman trying not to fall

Roman moves from the kiss to kiss down Virgil from his jawline to his neck, he bites down sucking in a mark and causing Virgil to moan out

He grips the back of Romans shirt, mostly he's afraid of falling over with one leg off the ground

Roman moves slightly, grinding his hips against Virgil's and Virgil sighs at the feeling of Romans dick already half hard against him

"We should move dear" he says pulling away, taking Virgil's hand and leading him to the bed

Roman lays Virgil down on the bed before crawling on top him

Connecting their mouths again, they kiss deeply while Romans hands explore every inch they can of Virgil

Virgil shifts down a little to kiss at Romans neck, Roman knowing what Virgil wants leans his head easily to give more room to him

Virgil bites down easily sucking in a mark, once satisfied with the mark he put there he moves to another spot, kissing and licking at Romans neck before biting down again, maybe accidentally a little harder then he should if the intake of breath out of Roman was anything to go by

He moves his head away from Romans neck and Roman immediately connects their lips again

The are content for a few moments just like that, no rush just being able to enjoy each other, until Roman grinds down just barely and Virgil feels his hard dick through his clothes

Virgil moves himself a bit, just enough to where when Roman grinds down again their clothed dicks rub against each other, it's not too comfortable but even the slightest bit of friction is better than nothing

Roman moves off of Virgil and Virgil has to hold back a while at the loss of contact

Roman removes his shirt quickly before sliding his hands under Virgil's shirt

"I believe" He says as Virgil takes the hint and sits up enough to let Roman removes his shirt, which Roman does letting the garment fall to the ground "you said you wanted me to get you out of that skirt"

Virgil grins "I believe that is what I said"

"Although" Roman says pulling down at Virgil's tights "Part of me wants to just keep you in it, you look so lovely my dear"

"As hot as that sounds Princy" Virgil says moving his hips up to let Roman slide off his tights "I don't really wanna get this skirt ruined, I kinda like it"

"Fine" Roman pretends to be annoyed but helps Virgil out of the skirt pulling Virgil's underwear down with it before moving off enough to rid himself of his own clothes

Roman is quickly back on Virgil connecting their lips together before moving down to kiss at Virgil's jawline then neck, biting down softly a moment before going a little harder, causing a pleased sound from Virgil, Virgil knows Roman is always afraid to hurt him even when Virgil wants him to

"Yes, Princy" He sighs out encouraging Roman to bite down again, which he does, when he bites down again Virgil's hips twitch involuntarily grinding up against Roman

Roman, while still continuing his pleasant attack on Virgil's neck, he moves to where their dicks slide against each other, bringing a pleased sign to Virgil's lips

Roman reaches down in-between them putting a hand around them both stroking them using the pre-cum that has started to gather to ease the slide of his hand

"Fuck" Virgil moans out at the feeling

Roman continues stroking them for a few moments before moving away again, and Virgil doesn't mean to let the whine fall from his lips

He moves to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table, pouring a decent amount on his fingers before slowly inserting one into Virgil's hole

He slowly and gently works Virgil open a moment with one finger before adding another

"Mmm Princy" Virgil whines "fuck" he sighs when Roman finds that spot that makes Virgil feel like his veins are electric

Roman adds another finger taking his time opening Virgil up

"Roman" Virgil continues to moan as Roman works him open "Babe I'm good, just please fuck me" Virgil whines

"I know" Roman teases but removes his fingers "But I loved hearing the sounds you make" He kisses at Virgil's neck, kisses quickly turning into little nibbles "even just from my fingers"

"Well if you can get those noises from your fingers" Virgil says and he's glad Roman's face is in his neck, not only because Virgil loves the soft scrapes of teeth from Roman but also Roman can't see the soft red tint on his face, he can sometimes feel a little embarrassed trying to dirty talk, he's not good at it but he knows Roman likes when he tries so he doesn't mind having to bite back his embarrassment a bit "I bet the noises I make from your dick will sound better" Virgil says in hopes that that sounded at least a little sexy, and with the sound Roman makes into his neck he's pretty sure it was

Roman moves away from Virgil to position himself between Virgil's legs lining himself up at Virgil's entrance, slowly pushing himself in

"Fuck, Princy" Virgil sighs

Roman leans down breath hot against Virgil's neck as he starts a slow pace

"Fuck, Princy you feel so good" Virgil moans out "God, you fuck me so good" Virgil praises, finding words spelling out of him is easy with the way even simple praises has Roman moaning into his neck and his pace quickening

"Oh, Virgil" Roman moans into Virgil's neck biting down pulling another moan out of Virgil as he bites down hard not enough to break the skin but enough to sting

"God, yes, Roman please" Virgil begs but not sure for what just needing Roman to continue

Which he does his pace losing the rhythm

"Feel so good Princy" Virgil continues his praises of the man on top him, the words easily spilling out "So fucking good, so beautiful"

Roman moves his face from Virgil's neck to kiss him, tongues mingling and giving soft bites to Virgil's kiss swollen lips

"Fucking perfect" Virgil whispers against Romans lips, he's so close and he can tell Roman is too

"God, Virgil you're gonna drive me crazy" Roman sighs "I'm not sure I'll last much longer if you keep that up, princess"

Virgil goes to say something back but loses the words when Roman reaches between them and strokes him in time with his thrust

"Oh, God, Princy" Are the only words Virgil can get out

Roman paces becomes even more sporadic and his strokes out of time but Virgil doesn't care he feels so good

Romans breath hot moaning into his ear, Virgil feels that familiar feeling in his core

"S-so close Princy" Virgil says

"Me too, Princess" Roman sighs into his ear

Virgil still feeling the bit of confidence he gets from how he can make Roman feel

"Then cum in me, Roman" He moans "God, wanna see how beautiful you look when you fucking cum, babe" Virgil babbles out the words falling almost faster then he can say them

But it works and it's not long before Romans thrust stops and he cums in Virgil biting down on Virgil's neck hard as he does

Between Roman trying his best to still stroke at Virgil's cock, his cum filling Virgil and the pleasant sting of a fresh bite, Virgil quickly falls over the edge as well

They stay there for a moment catching their breath before Roman tries to gently pull out of Virgil afraid to cause him any discomfort

Roman lays next to Virgil, Virgil rolls onto his side to look at Roman, Roman softly brushes a bit of hair away from Virgil's eyes

"Maybe I should wear skirts more often" Virgil says still a little breathless

"I wouldn't be apposed" Roman says leaning in to kiss Virgil

They lay there another few moments, laying close together, Roman wraps his arms around Virgil

"We should probably get cleaned up"

Virgil makes a dismissive noise snuggling closer to Roman

"In a bit" he says "Wanna rest a few more minutes"

"Okay" Roman chuckles softly "Rest first"

#thomas writes something #writing requests #not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs prinxiety

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW ART

18+ ONLY /MINORS DNI

Prinxiety sketches PT 10/?

#art #nsfs prinxiety #not safe for sanders #I had to delete some if my sketches because tumbr wouldn't let me post them #my art

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New Moon

an NSFS Accidentally Alpha Au Fic(finally!)

Pairing: Prinxiety

Fandom: Sanders Sides

THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, MINORS DNI!

Fic Warnings: werewolf biology dynamics(i.e knots and claim bites), knotting, consensual overstimulation/knotting(it is sort of mentioned in the fic but to be clear, Virgil has been well informed and knows what to expect and has fully consented to taking part of Roman’s Rut long before the events in this fic occur) claim bites, marking of the biting variety AND cum variety(sort of briefly for the twice that this ones mentioned but its still clearly there) Roman’s a very loving soft dom the loves to spoil his mate and virgil knows how to communicate when navigating what he wants and knows hes able to handle. Starts pretty intensely but gets very sappy pretty quickly as well. (Let me know if i missed anything!)

Fic desc: Roman hits his first rut after finally claiming Virgil as his true mate, and they've had plenty of time to talk through, understand, and consent to the process. This fic follows the start of their first night of fun.

The first real signal that something was up was the quietness of their shared den.

Even on quiet days, the two-story cabin Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil shared was never this quiet. Even when Logan was curled up with Patton reading a book, Roman’s lovely voice would carry through the halls with ease. So it was very strange for Virgil to not even hear the barest of hums coming from his love upstairs while he shuffled around in the kitchen making the rest of breakfast.

Patton and Logan had eaten their share earlier and absconded back upstairs to do whatever alphas do(cuddle, probably, it was Sunday after all), and Roman had yet to come downstairs to dramatically whisk his mate into his arms for goodmorning kisses as he usually did every morning.

At about half past 10 am, much later than his love usually took to wake up and get ready for the day, Roman quietly trudged down the hall and into the kitchen. His movements were slow and sleepy, matching his ruffled hair and rumpled pajama pants, which only added on further to his worrying behavior.

Was Roman sick? He'd been fine just yesterday, if a little out of sorts and a great deal cuddlier- if the latter was even really possible with Roman- but Virgil had chalked it up to a long day working at the theatre.

Instead of greeting his love verbally, he instead looped his arms around Virgil and slumped against him slightly with a deep sigh. The shorter of the two had half a mind to be affronted about his love also chancing getting him sick as well until Roman began nudging his nose into the recent, now permanently placed claim bite on Virgil’s neck. A low, pleased rumble reverberated through Roman’s chest and into Virgil’s as Roman began to mouth over the mark, gently tugging the skin between his teeth.

The sudden attention started sending Virgil’s brain into a scattered frenzy as the claim mark pulsed its own Very Clear signals of 'Heat, Mate, Alpha, Bite, Claim, Good,' as Roman continued his suddenly heady onslaught of affection downward. His arms drew Virgil closer, his chest bare and warm as Virgil practically melted his back against it, baring his neck to his Alpha on instinct.

It took Virgil a few breathless moments of strict bliss where Roman continued to mouth a few sharp hickies around the claim mark to remember that they were both still in front of a still very hot element and startled back into control.

He barely had seconds to get his voice to work as Roman’s hands attempted to wander right down into his sleep shorts.

“R-Ro, Ro? Hnng, Roman! Back off for a sec, Ah- I’m still w-working on breakfast. We can’t just spring into action in the middle of the kitchen, Ro.” Virgil huffled, now quite flushed and ruffled as Roman finally backed off a bit with a put-off pout.

With an annoyed whine, Roman reluctantly removed himself and huffily plopped into one of the kitchen' breakfast counter stools, resting his head in his crossed arms.

The distinctly supernatural point to his ears that only ever came when the Wolf side of Roman was active, displayed proudly alongside his sharper fangs and golden-green eyes, not that Virgil could really see much but a sliver of said iris when Roman’s pupils were blown so wide.

He didn't immediately comment on the fact that those heated, dilated eyes were fixed solely on him, keeping a locked gaze with Virgil when he turned his head to glance back occasionally. At this point Virgil knew something was definitely up, seeing as Roman was always particular about sharing his strictly more sensual affections with Virgil only while away from the chance of public eyes.

“So shameless with your staring today, Wolf. What's up?” He asked, finally finishing up breakfast to set a plate in front of Roman before beginning cleanup. Roman hummed a soft thank you, poking around at his food a bit as if he wasn't really hungry before he began eating anyway.

“My Rut finally started,” Roman rumbled, his voice deep and rough and slow, “S' not hard to figure out, ‘Cause all I wanna do right now is pin you to the counter and knot you over and over.”

Virgil’s thoughts stuttered a bit as he made a choked sound, certainly not used to his boyfriend-mate-husband?- being so forward with their sexual escapades outside of the bedroom, and he’d certainly never mentioned the want to knot him so bluntly before.

Cleanup abandoned, Virgil whirled around to face the other, whose face was now flushed a bit from the obviously naughty thoughts and images of fucking and knotting his mate on the kitchen counter swirling in his head, a lazy, toothy smirk pulling at his lips.

“Right. Um. Okay. Definitely sounds like you’re in Rut. Which means we’re gonna have to move to the Isolated Den sometime today. Uh, preparations, preparations, what do we need?” His mind spiraled a bit, more than nervous that this was finally happening. He was ready to take the next step, yes, but they weren’t actually physically prepared for the whole ordeal.

Roman whined, his ears twitching a bit as he reached out toward his mate, clearly smelling the anxious distress in Virgil’s scent.

This itself was also technically new, though not really a Rut thing, as it had begun when Roman had finally placed his claim mark. Roman had almost immediately been more sensitive to Virgil’s mood shifts and internal feelings than before, and while Virgil could not quite match that skill from a distance, he could do so as well when in close proximity.

Slowly he stepped into Roman’s arms again, and let the other guide him into a more comforting hold after being pulled into Roman's lap. Now back in close proximity, Virgil could clearly feel the heat radiating off of Roman’s whole body, his bronze skin was slightly flushed and clammy, his breathing a little heavier than normal. He could also feel the simmering arousal just underneath Romans skin that remained at bay to comfort his mate.

“Trust me, mi Luna. I won't do anything you don't want me to, you don't have to spend my rut with me, even. Just say the word and everything stops. I spoke to Logan last night, and he assured me that the Heat Den is already set up with plenty of necessities, whether you chose to join me or not. All we'll need is a few changes of spare clothes, and perhaps our phone chargers. There's a tv set up, food stocked as well as the.. Other supplies, and all that jazz so all you need to worry about is feeling good and safe, and I'll take plenty care of that.” He purred, nuzzling his tiny love affectionately.

“Okay, okay just.. um. Let me take a shower and get my stuff, and I’ll meet you in the den? Yeah?” Virgil received confirmation in the form of a nod and a soft clinging kiss.

Unhappily, they separated for a brief bit. Roman took some time to set up some extra comforts like Virgil's favorite of Roman's hoodies and shirts and familiar blankets in the isolated heat-den for Virgil while waiting for his smaller love to get ready.

Virgil gathered up his things into a backpack before taking some time to really clean up, even spending a few minutes preparing himself in the shower, just enough to take Roman's cock when the other would inevitably grow too impatient to wait to fuck his brains out.

He squirmed with nervous excitement while trying to avoid keying himself up too much, knowing that he’d be pinned under his large lover and wrecked thoroughly soon enough. Especially considering the fact that Roman had never actually fully knotted him before. That was an experience he was very excited to soon have.

When he finally got out of the shower, he examined himself in the mirror, taking the time to admire the claim mark and new scattering of hickies that rested where his shoulder and neck met. He already looked like he'd been thoroughly debauched in a fit of frenzied sex, he could only imagine what he'll look like when Roman actually gets the chance to ruin him.

This was his life now, a whirlwind of beginnings. And to be perfectly honest, Virgil was so fucking excited about it. Nervous too, yes, always, but he loved Roman so much, wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, and he was over the moon about finally getting to.

He pressed gently at the claim, a soft smile tugging at his lips as this mark reaffirmed the truth of that future.

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The moment Virgil closed the front door to the Heat Den, he found himself pinned to it. He almost wanted to chuckle or tell Roman off about his lack of patience, but then Roman sucked hard at a sweet spot just behind his ear in a place that he knew would make Virgil's knees buckle. Bag immediately forgotten on the floor, he gasped, keening at the sharp spark of pleasure that licked its way down his spine and settled heat into his stomach.

Roman's hands immediately spun him around and hooked under Virgil's thighs, lifting his love and effortlessly pinning him up against the door. Virgil's stomach flipped with butterflies at the position, feeling Roman's hard-on through the way he'd used his hips to help pin Virgil's to the door.

Roman licked his way into Virgil's mouth with little preamble, groaning at the way it made Virgil moan. The heady slide of their lips mixed with Roman's insistence to keep his tongue behind Virgil's teeth left the smaller of the two gasping and mewling with heat.

It didn't take long for Virgil to lose himself, hands threading into Roman's mussed locks to simply hold on as the other kissed the breath from his lungs. He moaned Roman's name against his love's lips with every stuttering breath he could, filled with a pleading reverence that Roman sought to match.

On a particularly hard nip to Virgil's kiss-swollen lips, Roman finds the hands in his hair tug a little sharply in reaction. The feeling makes him growl, breaking the kiss to lean down and headily sink his teeth back over the claim mark on Virgil's neck.

Electricity jolts up Virgil's spine as he yelps then arches with a keen at the feeling, sharp echoes of Roman's assertive arousal now mixing with his own and pooling into his overwhelmed senses through the claim. It makes him dizzy with heat, desperate to be good and feel good and make his mate feel good.

The moment Roman releases Virgil's neck from his bite, Virgil's body goes from being strung tensely like a live-wire to pliant like silk in an instant. His pupils are blown wide and dazed, his parted lips plump and bruised from attention; his skin flush with a pretty pink that crawls down past his neck and pairs with Roman's hickies nicely.

"So pretty, my pretty pretty mate is being so good for me." Roman purrs lowly, a hand coming to cup Virgil's cheek. He smiles warmly at the way Virgil leans into it, his mate's smaller chest stuttering with breath at the sharp contrast of the suddenly gentle treatment.

With his patience wearing thin and his inner-wolf howling demandingly to claim Virgil intimately, Roman pulls away from the door to carry Virgil to the nearest bed.

"Cant wait to knot you, wanna fuck you so badly with it, wanna lock it inside you and cum deep inside," he growled. The moment Virgil's back hit the bed Roman was scrambling to pull their clothing off. Virgil was quick to help, and piece by piece was added to a pile on the floor(likely to be forgotten for the next few hours, if not days).

Once they were both fully naked, Roman wasted no time in pinning Virgil's hips and taking his cock into his throat, all the way down to the hilt.

In an instant Virgil was squirming and moaning, keening at the way Roman swallowed around the head. His hands instinctively threaded into Roman's hair once more, barely tugging and simply holding on for the ride.

"Ro, Ro! Fuck, ah, this is-Mmh! Gonna be over re-really quickly-ah!" Roman slowed his menstrations but did not actually stop, reaching out blindly for something on the bed before finding it, coming back with a bottle of lube. Virgil watched dazedly as Roman slicked his fingers with lube before tossing the bottle aside once more.

In a move Virgil should have been expecting but nevertheless hadn't, Roman took Virgil back down into his throat the moment he pressed two testing fingers into Virge's hole.

He keened, his hips bucked upwards, only to immediately be pinned to the bed with a strong grip and a low growl that did nothing but drive Virgil even more crazy.

Two fingers quickly turned to three as Roman realized Virgil had already prepped himself, the stretch burning only slightly with Roman's barely contained impatience. Virgil whined, dizzy with arousal, panting weakly with relief when Roman pulled off of him to nip at his hip.

"Naughty boy, touching yourself without my permission. Did you stretch yourself for me? Thinking I'd be too impatient? Or was it your own impatience, desperate to have my cock inside you as soon as possible?" Roman hummed lowly, his fingers finally crooking just right into the spot that made Virgil shout, seeing stars as he came. Due to their position, Virgil was embarrassed to note most of it had gotten on Roman's chest and neck, but Roman seemed downright aroused by it.

"Love being marked by you, knowing I'm making you feel so good," Roman growled as he added another finger, running his tongue gently over the tip before pressing at the slit, making Virgil keen as overstimulation set in.

"Ro, Roman, fuck! Need you, please? M'ready, so ready, please please please," Virgil tugged again at Roman's hair, his voice weak and pleading. He wanted Roman inside him so bad, wanted Roman to take and knot him already and prove his claim on him.

Roman let out a low groan, licking his lips as he carefully sits up, only to pause for a moment to admire the openly debauched image of his usually strung tight mate.

Roman's heated gaze slowly melts back into the familiar adoration Virgil is used to seeing every day, the thumb of the strong hand pinning his hips down rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin.

It's wildly intoxicating to be in such a vulnerable position under his usually loud and flamboyant lover, to be gazed at with a pure reverence that Virgil had never known could be directed towards someone like himself before he'd met Roman. It fills him with butterflies, the kind that make Virgil want to smile and chuckle bashfully, trying to hide behind his hair as if it's their first time together again.

It makes him tug down gently on his lover's hair, needing to be closer and hold his love closer. With begging eyes like that, how could Roman refuse him?

Their lips meet once more, softly and full of love and trust. Roman's free hand comes to cradle Virgil's jaw as their tongues mingle slowly. A moment of peace in an otherwise intense scene.

The spell ends when Roman gently crooks his fingers again, pulling a moan from Virgil as he gently tugs his love's bottom lip between his teeth.

The passion that had ebbed to give room for comfort washes back over them in gentle waves as Roman assures them both that Virgil is ready to finally take him fully, knot and all.

"How do you want me?" Virgil asks, gasping softly when Roman removes his fingers from his hole.

"You could ride me? Or I could pin you down on your back and take you. It really doesn't matter what position so long as I get to see your face or bite my claim when you finally take me," Roman purrs, pressing a sharp kiss to the corner of the other's jaw.

Virgil shuddered, it all sounded good but.. Roman had once mentioned the knot would last much longer than a typical human orgasm. He wasn't quite sure he'd be able to handle the others' intense gaze for that long without his anxiety ruining his own orgasm.

"How about, um, I get on my hands and knees? That way you can pin me down and bite me all you want, and we can let gravity do the work," It still sounded intense, but less anxiety inducing and more helplessly arousing.

Roman just nodded, pressing a clinging kiss to Virgil's lips before leaning up and flipping Virgil over, getting little more than a surprised yelp from his smaller love at being easily manhandled. He then took a moment to reach over and pick up the discarded lube and slick up his cock, eager to sate his instincts and finally knot his mate.

Virgil was quick to situate himself on his hands and knees, feeling after a moment his lover's breath ghost over his shoulder before a strong hand gripped his hip and pulled them flush with Roman's, Roman's legs situated between Virgil's own to keep them open nice and wide.

A few gentle kisses were peppered over the claim mark on Virgil's neck, making him a little dizzy with happy endorphins, before feeling Roman line up and begin to push in.

It didn't take long with how much prep they'd done for Roman to fully seat himself inside, making Virgil groan softly.

"Good?" Roman purred, stroking over Virgil's stomach teasingly as the other nodded weakly, giving Virgil time to adjust.

No matter how many times they'd done this, it just made Virgil feel so unbelievably full when stretched out on Roman's cock. He couldn't wait as well just to see just how full he'll feel after having finally taken Roman's knot.

Virgil figured his arms wouldn't hold him for very long once they got started, so he slowly lowered his chest to the bed, deciding to cross his arms in front of him to cushion his head and muffle his sounds when he inevitably got too loud.

"Virgil?" Roman cooed, his clean head reaching up to card through Virgil's soft hair.

"Figured this would be where I ended up soon enough so might as well, also might put less strain on our arms this way too. S'That okay?" Virgil shuttered as he felt the werewolf lean a bit more of his weight over him, their shoulders touching as Roman effectively pinned him in place, sucking eagerly over the claim bite on his neck and using one hand to grip at his hips.

"This is perfect." Roman purred.

And then the other pulled his hips back partially, before thrusting back in rather suddenly, ripping a moan from Virgil's throat.

Roman set a quick, hard pace, fucking Virgil in a manner unlike what Virgil was used to from his usually gentle mate but it felt nonetheless heavenly anyway.

Roman's seemingly infinite stamina had always thrown Virgil for a loop, as the other was often content to please Virgil to the edge of orgasm for hours if given the chance before letting even himself come. Sex with Roman had always been a slow and heady, yet thorough and exhausting venture that often left Virgil near-mindless and high on pleasure at the end, and it was easy to see that it was always on purpose.

Roman himself got off primarily on the act of pleasuring Virgil, as he loved to watch his mate fall apart by his own hands, piece by loving piece.

So, suffice it to say, Virgil's trained libido was not prepared for the fast, hard, and rough treatment he was now being given.

Oh, but it still felt good. It burned hot and pressed in places just right and it felt really fucking good, actually.

And Roman was still fully there despite his rut, heavy and solid and hot, he still knew full well how to thoroughly pull Virgil apart through the frenzied haze of lust, and it was obvious that he was trying to do exactly that.

Virgil was just not prepared for just How fast Roman was able to do so.

Virgil felt dizzy from the sensations, the hot burning mouth of his mate sucking over the primal claim that connected them beyond human understanding, the rough deep thrusts of a large cock ramming over his prostate at every other interval, the large hand stroking his cock in time with Roman's thrusts. It was so much, almost too much to take, honestly.

"Ro, Ro! Fuck, Roman! I-I Can't-!!" All at once Virgil felt like he was going to come, and just as the band felt like it would finally snap from the rough treatment, Roman's hand gripped tight around the head of his cock and effectively put a pause on the orgasm. It made Virgil practically writhe in confused pleasure.

In the same moment Roman buried himself nearly down to the hilt, and that's when Virgil felt the growing bulb of Roman's knot at his entrance.

"Last Chance to back out of taking my Knot, Luna," Roman growled lowly, a slight strain to his voice as he held in wait for consent. Virgil keened sharply, suddenly dizzy and desperate for that relief. He wanted Roman's knot, so very very badly.

"Please! Please Ro, do it, please do it, 'wanna feel all of you inside me, please," He whimpered, weakly pressing himself up against the other cock in encouragement.

Roman groaned at the feeling before removing his grip on Virgil's hard leaking cock to grip once more at his hips. He shuffled his other arm around to be able to take one of Virgil's hands into his own while still keeping most of his weight off of his smaller lover. He spread his legs a bit more to force Virgil's to do the same, before leaning over and positioning his teeth over the claim bite.

All at once came the pressure, and oh boy, the pressure. Virgil whimpered helplessly as he realized Roman's four large fingers had only just barely prepared Virgil's hole for his knot. He'd seen it time and again, even given it a nice squeeze a time or two to drive Roman crazy mid-orgasm, but..

God, it felt so big, now. Was this a rut thing? Virgil hadn't thought to ask, nor could he remember if he'd ever been told if Roman's knot was any different during his rut.

But the discomfort didn't last long, not when Roman's teeth sank right into the claim mark once more, and the dizzying signals of 'Mate, Knot, Claim, Breed, Yes! Good!' fogged up his brain immediately in response.

Pleasure seemed instead to bloom where discomfort had been, and now with every extra bit of pressure came a wave of eye-rolling bliss to follow it.

It was intense, how fuzzy Virgil's brain had gotten, only able to fixate on the pleasure of his hole fluttering helplessly around the large intrusion.

It felt like it took an eternity before Virgil could even process much more than pleasure, and this was only because he could suddenly feel Roman deeper than ever before. And yet his hole was still fluttering infuriatingly tight around the knot, he hadn't even taken it all in yet. Fuck. It was so close.

"F-fuck, fuck, please, Ro, Roman, c'mon, mm! Just a little more? So close, fuck, so close. Please. Need it, need you," Virgil found himself babbling, his eyes rolling with every shift and twitch of his body that tugged at their connection.

His words must have held some weight, because the next thing Virgil knows is feeling the pressure double, Roman pressing harder to just fit that last bit in.

Virgil feels his peak returning and mentally curses, now obsessed with the idea of coming on the other's knot, so close, so close.

"Baby, fuck, Ro, so close. Gonna cum, wanna cum around your knot, please, fuck, hurry! mmh!" Virgil mewls, gripping at the sheets with his free hand as he tries to relax.

With a low impatient growl, Roman adjusts himself a bit, squeezing Virgil's hand and gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruised finger imprints later.

In one controlled yet rough thrust, the knot wetly pops all the way into Virgil's hole, and all at once Virgil's brain short circuits.

He lets out a silent scream of pleasure, his peak slamming into him hard and long enough to make his whole body tremble with pleasure. His eyes roll and his hole flutters uselessly around the slightly shifting knot as his cock twitches with each pulse, making a mess on the sheets and purely unable to care.

Roman groans above him, his own climax intense as it begins even as Roman knows it's just the start. He keeps his and Virgil's hands entwined, but releases his bruising grip on Virgil's hips to reach down and carefully stroke his cock.

Virgil mewls at the touch, hypersensitive and squirming as his orgasm ends but Roman's hand doesn't stop its firm strokes, keeping Virgil hard and whimpering.

Roman let's out another growl as his hips shift, his cock spurting shot after shot of cum deep into his love, emptying everything he's got into his mate to fill him up nice and full. Every twitch and flutter of Virgil's hole around his knot just spurs his arousal on and intensifies his orgasm, leaving him to rock his hips slowly to keep Virgil stimulated as he continues to stroke his mate's oversensitive cock for mutual pleasure.

Virgil's back was pressed flush up against Roman's chest, his legs spread and eyes rolling and fluttering, instinctively trying to escape the overstimulation and whimpering helplessly as he found himself being worked back up to orgasm quicker than he'd ever been able to before.

He moans, words failing him as Roman presses closer, releasing the hold he had on the claim bite to press a sharp kiss just behind Virgil's ear.

"Feels so good, fuck, Virge. C'mon, cum around my knot again mi Luna, it'll feel so good, I promise," he grunts, pressing down even more against Virgil's twitching hips to get as deep as possible. He can feel his love trembling with the added pressure, mewling and moaning and crying mindlessly with pleasure. He firms up his strokes a little more, slowing them down and thumbing under the head to really drive Virgil over the edge.

He feels it before he hears it, the tight fluttering pressure around his knot and the cum dripping down the fingers wrapped around a twitching cock. Virgil lets out an endearingly stutterty moan, his body strung tight for the long few seconds that Roman takes to stroke him through his orgasm before finally slowing to a stop.

He lets Virgil's body unwind underneath him, shaking and trembling from the intensity of two very strong and overwhelming orgasms, lets Virgil sink his head back into his arms as he rides out the high.

But Roman doesnt let go of his cock, simply content to hold it and let his teeth graze slowly over still unmarked skin in worship. His own orgasm is mostly finished, and watching and feeling Virgil flutter around his knot had been a purely orgasmic sight on its own, but he's not quite done, and doesn't want to give Virgil the time to come down from his high just yet.

So he adjusts his grip once more, tugging both of Virgil's hands into his grip as he slowly traces the sensitive head of Virgil's cock.

"Shh, shh, we're almost done mi Luna, I promise," He cooes lowly when Virgil lets out a confused moan, pressing soothing kisses to the others shoulders, neck, and nape as he continues to tease the slit. He's not really aiming to rile his love up again, just keep him quaking in the aftershocks long enough for his knot to deflate.

Virgil simply whines, his hips and legs trembling, his cock just barely twitching in response to Roman's touch, though there really was no way Virgil was going to be able to cum again so soon.

A shame, really. They'd have to work on that soon, Roman knew just what Virgil was capable of with a little bit of training, after all.

After another minute or so of the torturous oversensitivity and squirming, Roman's knot finally began to deflate enough to pull out.

He took a moment to admire his handiwork, trying to ignore his inner wolf's smug reaction to Virgil's twitching hole and the absence of his cum leaking out in this position. Virgil had taken him so well, his cum stuffed so deep that it wasn't even spilling out yet. It stroked a primal inner part of himself that told him he'd claimed and bred his mate well, and he shoved it aside in fear of getting aroused again too soon.

From the looks of it, Virgil likely would not be able to take his knot again for a little bit. That was fine.

It gave him plenty of time to soothe, spoil, and compliment his exhausted mate who'd taken his knot so, so well.

It was going to be a long few days, but something told Virgil and Roman that they'd enjoy every second.

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs prinxiety #sanders sides smut #minors dni #nsfs accidentally alpha au #prince writes #hi this fic is a year and nine months late and i’ll be sorry about that late for now just let me bask in the accomplishment of finishing it #later* #let me know what you think! #and im sorry if its obvious in my writing that i’m inexperienced. its not by choice.. -w-;

[sablesluts]

Hmm.. Can You Do “Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” With Prinxiety Where They Try Bondage?

Warnings: male character with feminine anatomy (tits/pussy), bondage, restricted movement, petnames, praise kink, use of feminine nicknames for a trans man (consensually)

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"Roman I'm bored," Virgil groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

"Well maybe you'd be less bored if you got a hobby," Roman snickered from the other room.

"I don't want a hobby I just wanna look hot and fuck," Virgil said.

"So you want to be a sugar baby," Roman inquired.

"Yeah, I could pull it off dontcha think?" Virgil said.

"Yeah, yeah you could, uh- could you meet me in my room? I wanna try something," Roman said, getting up and walking toward that direction.

He wasnt wearing a shirt, Virgil noted, which was a very blatant difference from prior sightings that day.

Virgil followed with intrigue, suddenly very aware of the choker he'd put on that morning as a joke.

It was red, with a gold heart at the center, and roses on the sides.

It had been a gift from Roman.

"Alright princey What're you playing at?" Virgil said, leaning against the doorframe.

The smirk he'd been wearing vanished as soon as he saw what Roman was holding.

"Are those- ropes?" Virgil muttered, he could already feel himself getting wet, hear the sounds he'd probably be making.

"You don't have to, I just thought it'd be fun," Roman said, Virgil just sat on the bed, eyes wide.

"I can't fuck you with your clothes on princess~" Roman purred, running a finger along the rope in his hands.

"O-oh-" Virgil's face flushed as he began to undress himself, Roman watching him hungrily.

"Gods I can't wait to see that pretty body tied up and begging for me," Virgil whined slightly at Roman's words.

After what seemed like ages Virgil had finally flung off the confines of cloth he'd been wearing, all except the special collar gifted by His Majesty.

"There's my princess, are you enjoying my little gift?" Roman said, tilting Virgil's chin up.

"Your majesty please," Virgil begged, not at all unaware of the tent forming in Roman's jeans.

"Ah ah ah princess, you're not done yet," Roman said, Virgil felt the ropes looping around his wrists.

It felt odd at first, arms held high above himself, rope wrapped around his wrists, Roman promised they'd start out small, they didn't want to hurt each other after all.

Only after that had Roman undressed himself, positioned in front of Virgil's entrance, just. . . Waiting.

"Your majesty-" Virgil shifted slightly, a slight moan already passing his lips.

"Yes, princess?" Roman said, tracing his fingers along the curves of Virgil's body.

"Please move," Virgil said.

"Of course, princess," Virgil let out a guttural moan at the snap of Roman's hips. He was used to it by now, Roman was fast, a little sloppy, but always attentive.

It didn't take long before Virgil was cascading over the edge, pulling slightly against his restraints to meet Roman's thrusts.

"Thats it princess, gods you're so good at this," Roman said, clearly biting his lip to hold back his own moans.

"Then let me hear it, let me hear how much you like fucking me, watching me take in your cock," Virgil had his moments of teasing, they were rarer during the more intimate times, but they always drove Roman up the wall.

Roman reached his climax with an intense growl, snapping his hips one last time into Virgil's now spent cunt, causing a moan from the shorter side.

"Did you like it princess?" Roman said as he pulled out, tracing his hands over Virgil's body, that's how he always ended their sessions, checking for potential injuries, making sure he was comfortable.

"Are you kidding? It was fantastic!" Virgil said, straining slightly to sit himself up.

"Well, we can try it more later, how about a nice bubble bath hm?" Roman said, not waiting for an answer before sweeping Virgil off his feet.

#cori answers #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs prinxiety

[tulipanthousa]

Cotton and Down

Virgil has a very happy birthday.

Pairing: romantic prinxiety

Word count: 1368

Warnings: somnophilia, some flirting with other kinds of CNC, bit of degradation, and daddy kink

Notes: part of my Leather and Lavender verse AKA what is quickly becoming a prinxiety smut verse. Virgil’s birthday fic, ignore that it is a month late.

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thank you to @teacupfulofstarshine for beta reading!

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Virgil loved soft things, of all kinds – stuffed animals, silk pillowcases and sheets, whisper-delicate nightgowns.

Virgil’s favorite soft thing in the house was his and Roman’s thick, quilted, down comforter, heavy and warm and perfect for cuddling under.

He recognized the feel of it, the thick cotton containing the fluffy down pillowed against his back. His own nightgown was a similar texture to the fabric, the same soft cotton. He was so comfortable, warm and pleased, humming his pleasure.

He gradually took in more awareness. The room was dark, no light shining through his closed eyes. The heady smell of Roman’s night moisturizer and cologne were on the pillow, clouding his senses. The warmth was almost heat, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or suffocating. It felt like … he was rocking slowly, like he was swaying on the deck of a boat. He felt good, good enough his toes were curling and he was letting out breathless little gasps.

A sudden spark jolted him a little closer to awareness, and he rolled his hips forward, making the good feeling even better. His mouth was salivating. Swallowing, he leaned into the hot air in the side of his neck, only half-aware he was moaning but loving the delicious sound that felt like it was surrounding him.

Another spark hit him and he moaned, his eyes fluttering open, already grinding his half-hard cock more firmly into the bed. Roman’s breath – because it could only be Roman, only Roman who could make him feel like this – was hot and hungry in Virgil’s ears, two fingers buried deep in Virgil’s slick ass, his body warm over Virgil’s spine under the comforter.

“Good morning, Princess,” he growled, and Virgil’s eyes rolled as he moaned.

“I woke up hard,” said Roman, mercilessly massaging Virgil’s prostate. “And you looked… oh so good. Laying on your stomach, you perfect little ass in the air. Didn’t even wear panties to bed, your cute little hole still relaxed from me fucking you last night … how was I supposed to resist?”

Gasping, Virgil fisted his hands in the pillow, breathlessly grinding back into Roman’s fingers, buzzing with pleasure and still pliant and warm with sleep. Roman licked a long stripe up the side of Virgil’s neck and leaned closer, his breath hot in Virgil’s ear.

“So I thought I’d give you your present early,” he purred, nipping Virgil’s ear lobe. “I planned to keep you in this bed all day anyway, wrecking your hot little hole, making you scream and beg. Why should I wait? I know how bad you always want my cock … even if you don’t know it.”

“Ah!” keened Virgil, hips jerking forward. There were spots in his vision. He could feel himself leaking, a wet spot forming under his trapped cock.

“Maybe even especially then,” said Roman, slipping a third finger inside. “I think you like the idea of me taking you whenever I feel like it, don’t you Princess?”

“Yes,” gasped Virgil. “Yes, god, Roman, please fuck me.”

“Hmmm,” said Roman, smirk audible, nipping the beck of Virgil’s neck. “Convince me.”

“Please!” wailed Virgil, fucking himself on Roman’s fingers, and Roman didn’t tease him, stroking hard inside him, stretching him beautifully. Virgil was too relaxed and disoriented and painfully turned on to be coy. “Please fuck me, fuck I want your cock so bad.”

“How bad?”

“Roman,” Virgil moaned. “Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything. I need you, I need your cock, I want you to fuck me and ruin me and come in my ass and keep fucking me, please -”

“Yeah?” said Roman, leaning closer and the angle pushing his fingers even deeper. “Maybe I’ll fuck you so hard you pass out again.”

“Fuck, yes, god yes, please, Roman, Ro, I want you so bad.”

Roman pulled away abruptly and Virgil sobbed at the loss, until the blunt head of Roman’s cock slid inside him with hardly any resistance.

“Fuck yes,” growled Roman, pressing his chest along Virgil’s spine, his elbows on either side of Virgil’s head. “Perfect ass, and you’re so ready for me, baby, so open and soft, I could fuck you all day.”

“Do it,” Virgil whined. “All day, keep me, keep me here, I’ll do anything you want, just keep fucking me.”

“God, you're perfect,” Roman snarled with a snap of his hips that had Virgil seeing stars. “Perfect little whore, all mine, made to take my cock.”

“Yes, yes, harder, harder -”

“Say it.”

“Made for you,” Virgil wailed immediately. “Made for you, all yours, I’m your slut and no one else's -”

Virgil lost the thread of his own words and Roman’s, no idea what either of them were saying but knowing it was driving him insane. The only pressure on his cock was where it was trapped between him and the sheets (and anything Roman had done while Virgil was still asleep – the thought made Virgil choke on a sob of pleasure), but he knew he was going to come. He knew he was going to be brought over the edge by nothing but Roman pounding him into the mattress, Roman’s hot, heavy breath on the back of his neck, his rough, low grunts as he used Virgil’s body, Roman, Roman, Roman -

“Fuck, Daddy!” he wailed, burying his face in the pillow and screaming as he came hard and long, an agonizing drag of pleasure torn from his body.

Roman groaned, shifting his knees higher up the bed and driving into Virgil even harder.

“Not done with you,” he growled. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over again, Daddy’s perfect little princess taking every inch of my cock every hour of the day.”

The jut of Roman’s hips was so hard Virgil could feel bruises forming on his ass - or maybe they were hickies, left while he was still asleep. Maybe Roman had eaten him out before lubing him up, or during, and Virgil wouldn’t know unless Roman told him, walking around with the evidence of his mouth and not even knowing it. He was completely limp on the bed, his cock overstimulated and sensitive as it scraped against the sheets on every thrust. The spark against his prostate with each stroke almost hurt, and it was perfect – he was all Roman’s to use however he wanted, made to be his princess, and no matter how much he bratted he’d always wind up right here, on his Daddy’s cock.

Roman pressed his forehead between Virgil’s shoulder blades and hissed as he fucked into him with a handful of final thrusts and came with a groan.

Now still, Roman panted against his neck for a long, indeterminate minute. He peppered a few kisses along Virgil’s shoulders, and Virgil giggled.

“C’mere,” murmured Roman.

He rolled over, and Virgil whined at the loss of his fullness, but Roman pulled him close to spoon on their sides, burying his face in Virgil’s neck and humming happily.

“Hello, Angel,” he crooned.

Virgil giggled again, turning his head to nuzzle Roman’s cheek.

“Happy birthday,” said Roman sweetly. “Was it everything you wanted?”

“Perfect,” mumbled Virgil, grinning dazedly up at him. “You did great.”

“And how are you feeling?” said Roman, rubbing his hand up and down Virgil’s side. “Do you need anything?”

“Feel great,” said Virgil, rolling over to slip his leg between Roman’s and snuggle close enough to give him a clinging kiss. “Need cuddles. Lots. I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Roman, his expression soft and besotted. He reached up to catch a few strands of Virgil’s hair in his hand and wind them through his fingers.

“You’re perfect,” sighed Virgil.

“For you,” said Roman softly. “Always for you.”

“All mine.”

Roman chuckled.

“Yes, Princess, all yours. The feeling is mutual.”

“Keep me forever,” mumbled Virgil, tucking his nose into Roman’s throat and barely registering what he was saying, only that he was happy and sated and so, so in love.

Roman froze for a moment, before melting completely.

“Forever,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead. “Forever and always, love of my life.”

Virgil was already asleep, but Roman didn’t mind.

He had plenty of time to tell him again.

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