#nsfs virgil

[nsfsprince]

Spicy Anxceit reconciliation but make it funny lol who knows what they were arguing about but at least by that last panel u can probably tell that they’ve figured things out and Janus is still in shock like ‘holy shit, that worked???’

(*comic strip idea based on smth i cant find a way to link back to, but this idea aint original but it was too good to pass up drawing these two with it)

#not safe for sanders #sanders sides smut #nsfs anxceit #anxceit #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus #prince draws #minors dni

[emo-nightmares]

Virgil is always five White Claws away from choosing violence.

#not safe for sanders #not safe for thomas sanders #cw alcohol #nsfs virgil #ts virgil #tss virgil #virgil sanders #ts virgil sanders #tss virgil sanders #ts sanders sides #sanders sides #white claw #tss hc #sanders sides headcanon #alcohol

[bottomloganagenda]

Found this Bingo card @thomasxsides made (apparently years ago) but still thought it be fun to try and write spicy drabbles when all my other writing isn't going as planned or I can't sleep

Tags for this one

Character!Thomas/Virgil

A/B/O, breeding kink (but I didn't think enough to justify putting it on the card), OmegaVirgil, AlphaThomas

The air was thicker when he appeared in Virgil's room, it took Thomas barely anytime to smell the pheromones in the air, and he was proven his suspicion correct when he saw Virgil on the bed

Virgil's body is already covered in a light layer of sweat, he's only in his underwear and sitting in a pile of pillows, blankets and plushies near the top of the bed

Virgil is in heat, Thomas can smell it, and it's driving his Alpha instincts crazy, all he wants now is to go over there and protect his omega and to bend him over and knot him, mark him as his own make sure that everyone who sees him, who smells him knows that Virgil is his

That wave of emotions always surprises Thomas, he's never been very possessive of lovers in the past and especially the Sides he actually doesn't mind sharing them, but when one of the Omegas go in heat and he gets to them before one of the other Alphas, he can't help it

As much as he wants, needs to take his omega lover to claim him, he slowly approaches the foot of the bed

"Virgil" he calls out slowly, Virgil looks up at him, his pupils so dark almost covering the brown completely "You okay, bud?" He ask though he already knows the answer, he being an alpha doesn't have experience from heats but from how Logan and Virgil talk about it, it doesn't sound much different then a rut except maybe a bit worse

Virgil just nods his head, Thomas isn't sure if he doesn't wanna talk or can't

"Do you need something, baby?" Thomas asks sitting just on the foot of the bed knowing not to go to close to an omegas nest especially during a heat

Something in that question breaks what little resolve that Virgil still has and he lets out a mewl before speaking

"I need you Thomas" He says patting the spot next to him, a clear invite for Thomas into his nest

Thomas wastes no time in climbing into the bed sitting next to Virgil, who immediately climbs onto Thomas lap, pulling him into a kiss deeping it while grinding his hard cock in Thomas lap

"Virgil" Thomas says as he parts from the kiss Virgil ducks down and starts kissing at Thomas jawline then neck, he can feel himself growing hard, he places his hands on Virgil's hips moving him so when he grinds down on Thomas, Thomas dick hits his ass through the layers of fabric, when it hits it has Virgil moaning out trying hard to grind down more against Thomas, Thomas however grabs a hold of Virgil tighter stopping him from moving

He whimpers against Thomas neck

"It's okay" Thomas comforts him

"Feel like I'm on fire" Virgil complains moving from Thomas next to look at him, Thomas can see his eyes, while still his pupils are covering most the area barley making out any of the brown, he also notices now they are wet with fresh tears, threatening to fall "need you Thomas, I need you to help, make me feel good, need your knot" he begs

"I know" Thomas kisses Virgil's forehead "But I can't make love to you through your clothes, no matter how hard are you were trying" Thomas tries to joke, hoping to break some tension and they say laughter is the best medicine

Virgil does laugh but barely and it feels almost forced

Thomas slides his hands down Virgil's sides to the elastic of his underwear and Virgil gladly moves to let Thomas take them off of him, he then quickly helps Thomas out of his clothes as well, sitting back on his lap, Thomas knows Virgil needs the skin contact, being calmed down by his Alphas heat

Virgil kisses Thomas again and this time Thomas is the one to bring it deeper letting his tongue explode Virgil's mouth, while his hands slide down Virgil's sides grabbing his ass causing Virgil to moan and buck up into Thomas

Thomas brings a finger to Virgils entrance, slick dripping down out of his hole already

"God, baby" He says dipping his finger in just barely but enough that Virgil gasp trying to push back wanting more of Thomas "Can't believe you're already so wet, you're dripping dear, you're probably so wet my cock will slide right in, won't even need to prep you"

Virgil moans at that loud enough Thomas is worried he'll wake the rest of the house up

"Yes, so wet for you Thomas" Virgil begs "please don't prep me don't make me wait any longer for your cock, I need your knot"

"I don't wanna hurt you" Thomas says but he's not sure he can't wait much longer to get in Virgil as well, his scent driving him crazy

"Won't hurt me" Virgil pants into his neck "please"

"Okay" Thomas agrees and Virgil immediately gets off of him to get in position, Virgil on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air

"Fuck" Thomas moans looking at Virgil practically presenting for him

He runs his hand along Virgil's ass cheek before giving it a light slap, Virgil moans at that

"Fuck me Thomas" Virgil moans as Thomas hand comes in sharp contact with his ass again

"Don't worry baby, I will" He says  getting in position to line his cock up to Virgil's hole

He slides in slowly and lets out a loud moan at how easily he slides into Virgil

"Fuck" He moans into Virgils ear "So easy to slide into you, baby, you must've really wanted my knot" he finally slides all the way in, and as much as it's practically psychically paining him to not immediately start fucking Virgil so hard, he stays still wanting Virgil to get comfortable

"God, yes Thomas" Virgil practically screams out, trying to move himself in Thomas cock needing him to move, which Thomas finally does slowly "yes, God, yes need your knot, want you to fill me up and knot me, want you to fill me and knot me so none of your seed escapes" Virgil babbles out as Thomas starts speeding up his movements

"Thomas" Virgil cries out as Thomas slams into him, hitting his prostate "yes, Thomas"

Thomas keeps his rough and hard pace

"Not sure I'm gonna last much longer, Virge" He says breath out against Virgil's ear

"That's okay, baby, my heat will last at least a day" Virgil pants out "plenty of time to fuck your knot into me, and your seed to take, filling me with your pups" Virgil moans out and if Thomas wasn't so lost in this he may have stopped, Virgil's never talked like this before, he's never brought that up even during a heat, he knows that it can't happen, but it doesn't stop him from thinking about it, but he didn't know Virgil has

"Fuck yes, Virgil" Thomas is losing his rhythm, he's so close but he wants to last just a little longer "Gonna fill you up so much, gonna fuck you all day, then it'll definitely take and you'll be so full and round with my pups" Virgil continues to moan and can barely get any words out

"Oh, fuck, Virge I'm thinking about how beautiful you'll look, all pretty and pregnant with my pups" Thomas wraps his hand around Virgil's dick, swollen and red from neglect "I won't be able to keep my hands off you" he starts to stroke he knows Virgil won't be able to last much longer and neither will he

"Yes, Thomas" Virgil pants now not able to say much else but pants and pleas of the others name

It's a few more strokes and Virgils coming on Thomas hand, his own chest and the sheets

He feels Virgil almost collapsed barley being able to keep himself up from exhaustion, Thomas starts to slow feeling his knot start to from

"Can you take just a few moments longer, love?" He pants out, he's so close

Virgil nods his head

"Please" he practically whispers and that's all Thomas needs to hear before slamming back into him releasing into Virgil, he feels his knot catch and Virgil's dick twitches almost ready for another round despite them both feeling exhausted and spent for the time being

Thomas and Virgil move to lay on their sides on the bed, still connected by Thomas knot

"Thank you" Virgil yawns

"You're welcome?" Thomas was confused, it's not like this was the first heat his helped with, this wasn't even the first heat of Virgil's

It becomes silent for a moment, and he can tell that Virgil must've fallen asleep

He wraps his arms around Virgil holding the omega close, he closes his eyes breathing in Virgil's scent and feels himself start to drift off, he figures probably good to rest now he's sure he'll need the energy when Virgil wakes back up

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #thomxiety #nsfs character thomas #thomas writes something

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

I love the hcs that Virgil loves shibari bc he loves spiders and intricate webbing n shit. Tie those boys up dude

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil

[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

[vulgarvixxen]

stain? But like not the edgy way

Stain

Nsfs, solo Virgil

There was a stain on his old hoodie, it was an accident but he didn’t want to wash it yet. Logan borrowed it on a chilly morning and gotten some jam on it, the hoodie smelled of Logan and Logan’s berry. Virgil sat on his bed and pulled in a deep breath through his nose, taking in the scent as he pumped his cock. “Fuck, fuck, Logan, you smell so good I could eat you up.” As he moans his dick unloads all over his stomach and the hoodie. There was another stain on his hoodie.

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #solo Virgil #one sided Analogical #anon

[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.

For @i-cant-find-a-good-username over on my patreon

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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[pillowprinceroman]

Pretty <3

She/him for Roman

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Unpublished Prinxiety

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💜💛somft and spicy anxceit cuddle-fcking💛💜

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#not safe for sanders #nsfs anxceit #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus #prince draws #minors dni #ask to tag #are they grinding? c-ckwarming? are they fucking? is virging being a tease? its up to you! #is the pose a little out of the norm? probably. *but* #its bc this way Jan is comfortably trapped while Virgil has his way with him💕

[misery-bitchness]

The Villain and Damsel Conquer the Hero

First fic since moving blogs!! I also have another fic that is almost finished and another fic inspired by another blog that hopefully you’ll see soon :)

Content warnings: consensual non consent, hypnokink

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Virgil tightened his hands into fists where they sat bound to the arms of the chair he sat in, placed strategically in the center of Janus’ room. The constraints themselves weren’t actually real, however, simply figments created by his own mind with the help of Janus. He much preferred this method of bondage as it made him feel safer and prevented any injuries around his wrists. There was also the added benefit of how the invisible ropes made him feel much hotter and more impatient with how helpless he felt. Not that he’d ever tell Janus or Roman that.

His thoughts were pulled from his at the sound of heels clacking on the floor as Janus circled around him, ignoring Virgil’s glare. Janus always loved playing the villain and with how much Roman loved playing the hero, it only made sense that their other boyfriend filled the role of the damsel in distress, much to Virgil's chagrin.

“Virgil, darling, why do you look at me with such hostility?” he asked, playing up the dramatic stereotypical Disney villain persona as much as he could, “It would be so much easier if you simply gave in to me, if you… obeyed me.”

With that one word, Virgil’s eyes fluttered, begging to close, and his gaze turned glassy before snapping out of it and scowling once more at Janus. He refused to say anything, not wanting to provide the other man with any more ammunition.

Janus simply smirked at his defiance, not one to give up so easily. Instead, he gracefully sat himself upon Virgil’s lap, straddling him and trapping him further. One of the villain’s hands moved to his lover’s hair and tugged while the other slipped beneath his shirt, gently rubbing circles into his hips. Janus’ actions earned him a breathy sigh from Virgil before he could stop himself and Janus delighted in the deep blush across his pale cheeks.

“See Virgil? It feels so good to obey. Do you know why it feels good, sweetheart? It’s because obedience is pleasure.”

Virgil let out a high pitched, breathy moan at the last trigger and Janus took the opportunity to pull him into a messy kiss and slip his tongue into the other side’s mouth. They both groaned in satisfaction, Janus continuing to feel Virgil up as said man flexed against his restraints. The serpentine side rolled his hips slowly and deliberately. Virgil arched his back in response, desperate for more, only to be denied.

When Janus pulled away, Virgil was still in a light trance, eyes glassy and looking towards nothing. The snake grinned and used one gloved hand to hold his victim’s chin, making him look directly into Janus’ own slitted eyes. In an instant, the heterochromatic eyes shifted into colorful spirals, easily drawing in anyone who looked at them as evidenced by how Virgil immediately slumped, just barely able to keep his head up enough to keep looking at the spirals. Seeing his partner so perfectly obedient under his hypnosis, even when he tried to fight against it, made Janus swell with pride and his cock twitch in his pants.

“That’s right, gorgeous. It feels so good to sink into my gaze, to lose yourself in the spirals. Just listen to my words and let them guide you. Poor little thing, waiting for your knight in shining armor to come rescue you when what you really want, what you really need, is to be guided around, to do nothing but listen and obey. You love to obey, don’t you Virgil? That’s right. Obedience makes you feel so, so good after all, makes you feel so much pleasure. All you need to do is obey me and me alone.”

Janus’ words guided Virgil through his trance. He nodded dumbly along with everything Janus said and his lips quirked up slightly into a vacant smile to match his empty eyes. He was panting now as drool pooled at the edge of his lips, face flushed and cock straining in his pants.

Still, Janus continued, “Falling deeper and deeper for me, darling. Relax into trance and feel bliss. Just my perfect little puppet, letting me do whatever-”

BAM!

“Unhand him this instant, you foul fiend!”

Janus rolled his eyes at Roman’s theatrics even though Virgil would absolutely say he was no better if he weren’t so deep in trance. However, in Janus’ opinion, busting down an entire door was a bit much. Regardless, Roman stood in the doorway, sword raised, glaring at Janus. He spared a brief glance at Virgil, only for his face to contort into fury upon seeing his boyfriend dazed from his trance.

“What have you done to him, villain?!”

“Roman, what a pleasure it is to see you,” Janus began. Virgil’s hips briefly twitched upwards when Janus accidentally mentioned his pleasure trigger, but the snake ignored it, opting to swing his leg over Virgil’s lap so that he could stand, his heels putting him at eye level with the annoyingly tall prince.

“I assure you, I haven’t done anything our darling Virgil here didn’t want. Isn’t that right, love?” Virgil nodded again, clearly having some difficulty bringing his head up. Roman’s knuckles went white with how tightly he gripped his blade, but Janus went on with a sickening smile, “I was kind enough to help him relax and feel incredible pleasure for the low price of his thoughts. I could help you, too, you know. You’d never have a single worry plague your pretty little head again. All you’d know are my words and all you’d feel is bliss. Don’t you want that, Roman?”

The prince snarled and without another word, he charged at the snake, aiming to strike him with his sword. However, with a single snap from Janus’ gloved hand, he immediately stopped in his tracks. “What- what is this? What have you done to me, snake?”

Janus didn’t dignify him with a response, only tutting him. He walked elegantly up to the now frozen side and took his sword from his hands and placed it on a nearby dresser. Panic swelled in Roman’s chest even after Janus moved away from him to stand next to Virgil who still looked completely dazed.

“Virgil, darling,” Janus smirked, “don’t you think it’d be nice if Roman could join you? Both of you under my spell, feeling utter bliss?”

Virgil’s eyes fluttered and his lazy smile grew ever so slightly. “Yeah, Jan, be real’ nice,” he slurred, just barely breathing out the words.

Roman scowled, shouting profanities and declarations of his might, but Janus never faltered. He moved behind Virgil and placed his hands on his shoulders before leaning down and whispering into his ear just loud enough for Roman to hear as well, “Virgil, dear, why don’t you stand up for me? Your bindings are no longer in effect, you find it perfectly easy to stand from your chair.”

The anxious side stood sluggishly, swaying a bit, waiting for his next command. He didn’t have to wait long, however, as Janus once again leaned in to whisper in his ear, this time, too quiet for Roman to hear. When Janus finished, Virgil slid his jacket off and removed his shoes and socks. Concern mixed with arousal as Roman realized Virgil was stripping at the snake’s command, looking at Roman with hooded eyes that caused the man to turn as red as his sash. Virgil’s pale chest was now exposed (Roman ignored the impulsive thought of how badly he’d like to mark it up) and he stepped out of his pants and underwear where they were pooled around his feet.

“Gorgeous, isn’t he? You know, he could be all yours… if you just give in to me,” Janus said slyly with a knowing grin. Janus wrapped his arms around Virgil from behind, hands roaming all across his body. The captive’s breath hitched whenever he brushed a particularly sensitive spot, his eyes shut in bliss.

Roman snapped out of his embarrassed stupor and growled, “Never! I will break whatever spell it is you have on Virgil and I will defeat you, villain! Maybe if you let us go now, I’ll go easy on you.”

Janus rolled his eyes at Roman’s ridiculous declaration and the way he puffed his chest out confidently, despite still being frozen in place. He turned his attention back to Virgil and spoke his next command, “It seems Roman is having a hard time giving in to pleasure, sweet Virgil. Isn’t that such a shame? Why don’t you help him understand how wonderful it feels to give in?”

Dread filled Roman’s gut as Virgil’s eyes snapped open at the command, staring right at him. He quickly crossed the room to where the prince stood still frozen and wasted no time pressing himself against the other side. Roman sucked in a gasp as his entranced and very much naked boyfriend mouthed at his neck. He shivered at the side’s hot breath against his skin each time he let out a soft whine or moan. The emo’s hands wandered across Roman’s body and stopped to fondle his pecs, causing him to let out a choked groan.

Eventually, Virgil stopped kissing and biting at his neck and moved to his lips in a heated make out session. Roman, flushed and hopelessly turned on, returned the kiss immediately, desperately wishing he could move his body to meld against Virgil’s. Even with his partner’s lack of mobility, Virgil made the kiss as erotic as he could, licking inside the other’s mouth as he tugged sharply at his hair and groped his ass.

When Roman felt Virgil pull away, he tried to chase those sinful lips no matter how futile his attempts were. He opened his eyes only to find that Janus had moved behind Virgil, resting his head on the naked side’s shoulder. His gaze accidentally met Janus’ and he gasped as the spirals in the other’s eyes quickly drew him in.

The prince squeezed his eyes back shut on reflex.

“Tsk tsk, Roman. Don’t you know it’s rude to not look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you? No matter. You know very well I don’t need my eyes to send you into trance. I can do that just as easily with my voice,” Janus spoke seductively as his words weaved their way into Roman’s mind. With his tempting voice and Virgil’s hands still roaming his body, it was getting increasingly hard to keep focus and not give into the bliss they both promised.

“Come now, Roman, can’t you see how desperately your dear Virgil wants you to join him? Why do you try so hard to fight something you want so badly? I know you desire to give in and let go. You work so hard to be such a perfect little prince with no rest, but I can give you the respite you crave. Just drop down, down, down for me, just like our sweet little Virgil here did. He’s so happy like this, empty and obedient. Virgil, dear, why don’t you tell your dashing knight here just how wonderful it is to obey?”

Virgil’s voice was right in his ear as he hummed, never once stopping his sensual touches, “C’mon, Ro, feels so good. ‘S so good, baby, please join me. You’ll love it, I promise. Feels so good to obey. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure…”

Janus gently shushed Virgil before he could lose himself in his mantra, Turning his attention back towards Roman whose jaw was clenched and eyes scrunched tightly shut, and spoke so that the prince could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“What a stellar review! Isn’t he such a good, obedient boy? So happy and empty and obedient. You can be like that too, Roman. All you have to do is open your eyes.”

Roman’s defenses were dropping fast at Janus’ honey-sweet words. It would be nice to let go, wouldn’t it? His head was getting so foggy and Virgil knew exactly where to touch him to make arousal cloud his mind. Surely he could just open one eye and it would be fine.

One eye reluctantly opened and was instantly captivated by Janus’ spirals. The tension in his body drained and he sighed in mindless pleasure, but there was still an itching thought in the back of his mind, begging him to resist, to fight back. Janus noticed this of course, even appreciated the token resistance he put up, especially when Virgil always loved to drop as soon as possible, desperate to be hypnotized.

“So close, darling, you’re almost there. Look me in the eyes, love. Both eyes, if you please.”

Roman’s other eye opened slowly, resisting Janus’ siren call as much as it could, but it was futile. Both his eyes were now staring into the spirals of the snake’s enchanting eyes and he felt himself slip down, down, down into trance. His mind was fully blank now, ready to listen and obey his master.

Janus smiled widely as he spoke, “So glad we’ve come to an understanding, Roman. Now, why don’t you two give me a show, hm? I’m sure you’re both dying to have each other.”

Roman and Virgil both dumbly nodded. Virgil started to peel the fallen prince’s clothes off and now that he was free of his frozen trigger, Roman helped to strip himself as well. Both sides were panting, cocks hard and leaking. Even as they awaited their next commands from their master, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, kissing and groping each other in a lust driven fervor.

“Wonderful,” Janus’ words made both sides perk up, “Roman, you are going to fuck Virgil here on the floor while I watch, understand? He’s already prepped so go ahead and just fuck all your thoughts away. Just be good little fuck toys for each other and for me. That’s all you need to be, good, obedient, empty little fuck toys.”

Roman and Virgil groaned at the dirty talk from their partner as they got to the floor. Virgil laid chest down with his ass in the air, legs spread in a slutty display, even as his hips twitched, searching for any kind of stimulation. Roman grabbed his hips and roughly thrust his cock into his boyfriend’s ass, setting a brutal pace without a second thought.

Janus grinned and sat himself on the chair his captive was previously bound to. He rubbed himself through his dress pants as he watched his two lovers go at it like animals, chasing their own pleasure at Janus’ command. He moaned lowly as he watched Roman fuck into Virgil’s tight hole, their thoughtless, horny expressions sending blood straight to his cock. He undid his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it slowly. He knew if he was patient, he could get a much better ending than simply jerking himself off.

Virgil’s face was pressed into the floor, drool pooling from his mouth and eyes rolling back. Roman didn’t fare much better as he held the other’s hips in a vice grip, ruthlessly slamming into him. All he cared about was his own mindless pleasure as dumb little groans escaped his mouth.

Both sides were fully entranced as they fucked all remaining thoughts away, left with nothing but Janus’ commands and the overwhelming pleasure consuming them. All they knew was to be good fucktoys for their master and for each other; nothing else mattered. Their master was right. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. All that mattered was pleasure. All that mattered was obeying.

“Are you going to come, my sweet knight in shining armor?” Janus mocked with faux sympathy as he touched himself at the sight of the two sides who were typically so strong willed giving themselves completely over to pleasure and to Janus. Roman nodded dumbly, too preoccupied with warm heat surrounding his dick to formulate a proper response.

“What about you, sweet damsel? Are you close as well?”

The only indication that Virgil even heard Janus was the pathetic groan he let out amidst the continuous whines, his mind far too gone to form any coherent words. He tried to push his hips back in a feeble attempt to push Roman’s cock deeper inside him, but the hands at his sides held him firmly in place.

Janus smiled and hummed in pleasure at his boys desperately rutting against each other while he played with them like puppets on a string. “Roman, dear, you really should be more attentive to your sweet Virgil. You did come all the way here for him after all,” he chided condescendingly, “Why don’t you touch his poor, neglected cock? Give him what he needs.”

Roman hardly even registered the words, but his body immediately moved to follow his master’s command. His hands gripped Virgil’s dick tightly, stroking along with his thrusts. Even in his mindless trance, he still managed to touch Virgil exactly how he liked, paying extra attention to the throbbing head as it wept precome.

Both sides were clearly on the edge of orgasm, but Janus knew they wouldn’t be able to come without his permission. Of course, neither Roman nor Virgil knew this as their minds had completely turned to mush so they continued moaning and rutting to no avail, unable to even plead for release.

Eventually, Janus decided enough was enough and his darling hero and damsel were oh so good and obedient for him. They deserved their reward and Janus was eager to get off as well with how worked up the whole scene had gotten him.

“Cum.”

The reaction was immediate. Roman came hard inside Virgil, nails digging into his lover’s sides. His entire mind went whited out with pleasure and he fucked his spend even deeper with shallow thrusts and grinds. Even as he came, his hand never left Virgil’s cock which spurted cum across the floor in a cascade of pleasure. Virgil gasped and writhed at the unending sensations sending fire through each of his nerves. His hands clenched, grasping at nothing as his mouth opened in a silent scream.

Roman pulled out and nearly collapsed from the sudden exhaustion. Without the other side’s hands holding him up, Virgil’s lower half fell to the floor as his hole and his cock leaked cum.

Janus cleared his throat, gaining the other two sides’ attention immediately, both still deeply entranced and ready for their master’s next command. He spread his legs suavely, putting his erect cock on display for the other two whose gazes seemed enraptured by it.

“Well? Are you going to leave me waiting? Come here and finish me off won’t you, dears?” Janus crowed, voice dripping with desire.

The heroic prince and the protective emo crawled pathetically toward the chair Janus sat in. The snake groaned in delight at their complete submission, cock throbbing with want as he watched them kneel before him like servants waiting on their master. Janus grinned. That’s exactly what they were.

“Go on, loves, use your mouths.”

Surprisingly, it was Virgil who gave the first tentatively lick, softly running his tongue up the tip of Janus’ dick. Roman was quick to join in, however, and mouthed further down his shaft. Janus hummed in appreciation and gently pulled the soft purple strands of Virgil’s hair as he sucked on the head of his master’s cock with a heated, yet distant gaze.

Janus groaned loudly as he felt Roman lick and suck at his balls, his other hand quickly coming to grasp the prince’s head and hold him flush against his navel. Both sides worked tirelessly to bring their master to his peak. The vibrations from their moans made him growl and arch his back, thrusting into Virgil’s waiting mouth as Roman left hickies on the inside of his thighs.

Scorching hot pleasure was building in Janus’ core. With how turned on he was from watching Roman and Virgil fuck like mere animals, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled both sides off of him and had them put their cheeks together, moaning at their blissed out faces covered in drool.

He stroked himself to completion, cum painting his boyfriends’ faces, some even landing in Virgil’s mouth as his jaw hung limply. Janus purred at the gorgeous sight and quickly summoned his phone to snap a quick picture. Virgil would be embarrassed, but he was sure Roman would get a kick out of it. Besides, Janus loved any opportunity to see them so blissed out and utterly entranced.

“Alright, lovelies, you both did wonderfully, but I believe it's time for clean up. I’ll take care of you both, my loves, I’m sure you’re oh so tired. In fact, it would be so easy to just close your eyes… to just… Sleep.”

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

[bottomloganagenda]

Virgil loves being tied up and Remus loves using his tentacles to tie him up

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs dukexiety #nsfs headcanon

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

virgil would have such a huge kink for pulling his partner's hair

#guys cmon im right #jamming out #not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil

[pxppetafterhours]

There was no way I could successfully post this on here it got flagged every time- But you can check out Remus x Virgil oral on twitter! Featuring transmasc Virgil.

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[vulgarvixxen]

Roman being a birthday whore

Tw: drugs, alcohol, suggestive drinks, sex, crying(the happy kind but it’s there), drunk/tipsy sex, orgy

It was his birthday and Roman had been invited to a concert by his twin who knew how much he wanted to see this new band but was too nervous to go alone.

The band had a masquerade theme, each member wearing a mask that hid half their face. The lead singer Emotions had a cat mask with light blue details, Logic wore a raven mask with indigo and dark blue highlights against the black feather and played the keyboard. The bassist, Anxiety, wore a mask that covered the bottom of his face in a creepy spider mouth in a deep purple, the drummer, who went by Deceit, had a snake tattoo on the left side of his face and a yellow and gold snake mask on his right half. They were really cool and their music was a mix of seductive melodies with thought provoking lyrics that got Roman’s creative side flowing.

Remus brought “Birthday Queen” and “Birthday Bitch” sashes for them to wear, they were corny but in the fun way that his brother could be when he wasn’t being a gore gremlin from work. (Being head of the special effects team for horror movies really warps one’s humor.) The club was more underground and you had to “know a guy” to get in, which both twins did but Roman had never taken advantage of the fact. Being a costume designer and inspiring actor didn’t leave him a lot of time to make friends let alone friends you’d take to a club that had a grungy “IDGAF” vibe and catered to mainly behind the scenes clientele.

The outside was a boring looking concrete structure and inside it stayed mostly concrete, the walls were graffitied in mixed of color that popped out in 3-D designs where the black lights hit them. And the floors were a checkerboard of colored concrete covered in epoxy, glitter and confetti that seemed to be mixed in or just stuck between layers. It was grungy and beautiful, Roman was blown away and so grateful that his brother brought him here at last!

When a bartender wearing shades saw Remus they waved the twins over, “Hey Babe, I got you those passes you wanted. Two VIPs and two drink bracelets, your sweet birthday asses get to meet the band and all your drinks are free.” They explained, clipping on a neon pink bracelet, reminiscent of old hospital bracelets, onto each of their wrists. Remus gave them one of his happy feral grins, “You’re the best, Remy! I’d blow you right now if you weren’t on the clock.” To that “Remy” got a devilish grin of their own, “Speaking of blow jobs, let’s start you cuties off with a bj shot.”

The drink was made with some kind of coffee liqueur that smelled way too good to be cheap, Irish cream, and a healthy squirt of whipped cream. One of the shots was topped with edible gold and the other with edible rainbow glitter, Remus pulled the shots closer to the edge of the bar, taking the gold one for himself and putting the rainbow one in front of Roman. “There’s rules for this drink Ro-bro, no hands allowed, you have to knock it back with your mouth alone.” And to show what he means, Remus leans forward and wraps his lips around the glass rising up to throw the shot back. The chaos twin winks at Remy as he sets the shot glass back down without touching it, Remy looked like he was not at all impressed but that could have been his neutral face. Taking a stance so he won’t fall over, Roman put his hands behind his back and tried to copy what his brother did. It wasn’t perfect but he was able to get his mouth around his shot eventually, the taste of sweet coffee pours over his tongue and he finds it covers any alcohol flavor. He can’t quite put it down like Remus so once the glass is empty he uses his hand to put it on the bar, “That was really good, thanks Remy.” Remy smiled at him, “No problem, Babe, go have a fun birthday.”

The first hour was full of local bands playing a song or two, never staying for long before the next one came one, most of them weren’t Roman’s taste but a few didn’t sound half bad. They ended up buying a shirt from a three person band that was called Rainbow Panic and reminded him of LaPeer, the girls all wore different pride buttons and looked pretty young to be already so talented. They asked the girls to autograph the shirts. Between bands they got more drinks and mingled with some of the regulars that Remus seemed to know, it was really feeling like a party by the time the main act, the reason they were there, The Guise!

Conversation quieted to barely a whisper as the band started playing their song ‘Façade’, a song about feeling like an imposter in your own life. It was one of Roman’s favorites and the reason he had sought out more of their music, he was mouthing along with it as he let it flow through him. He couldn’t be sure but it looked like Anxiety noticed because he was giving their table more glances than the rest…could just be the silly birthday get up though. The second on the playlist was another great song, probably their most popular, ‘Subterfuge’. This one was about how we’re lied to from childhood and how telling the truth is more deceptive in this day and age. The story is cool but the lyrics are so clever by using words with double meanings. The next few in the list are ‘Parody’, ‘Veneer, and ‘Strike A Pose’, each one was pretty good and Roman knew all the words still but he wasn’t in love with them like the first two. The last before the break was Roman’s current favorite, ‘Reproduce’, it was about how being creative could feel like making love or being screwed. It was both relatable and really sexy, Emotions and Deceit shared the microphone for this one and it did things to his insides.

The break saw Remus getting them some pretzels while Roman kept watch of their drinks, the line at the bar was long so he wasn’t expecting his brother for a while. So when someone sat next to him Roman was rightfully surprised, the guy was wearing a purple hoodie that hid most of his face in shadow that set him on edge. “Uh sorry, just wanted to say happy birthday. Hope it’s a good one.” And just as quickly as he arrived the hooded mystery man was gone back into the crowd.

Remus thankful got back in time for the last small band to still be playing and Ro could tell him everything about the mystery guy, “Ooh, sounds like you could end up having a happy ending to your happy birthday. Lucky.” Re teased, knowing that Roman wasn’t one to typically have one night stands. They ate their snack and clapped with the rest of the room when The Guise came back for their final half. ‘Four-Flush’ about a lover cheating, ‘Assume’ about assuming a persona and the assumptions made because of that persona, ‘Jubilee’ celebrating a success by aiming higher, ‘Holy Revelry’ a newer song about embracing your flaws because it makes you human, and lastly the song that cemented their popularity, ‘Masquerade’, all about coming out of the closet and facing the “red death” of being disowned. The queer community in Hollywood had fallen in love with the pure emotion that Emotion put into it, it had made Roman cry the first few times he heard it.

The show wraps up with Emotions and Deceit thanking the audience and a club worker saying that the live music for the night was over and that a DJ would be playing the rest of the night. This was when Remus nudged him and waved their VIP passes at him, “Let’s go meet the band Ro-bro!” Oh right, they had those, he had forgotten. O-M-G he was going to meet the Guise, this was the best birthday ever! Going to the door that the band went through was nerve wracking, the bouncers were super nice though and knew Re so that was comforting. In the back there was an area or closed doors probably for dressing rooms and a curtain that the bouncers had pointed them to. Behind it was the band sitting on various furniture, chilling and out of some of the more restrictive parts of their costumes. The smell of weed tickled Roman’s nose and he noticed Deceit and Logic passing a thin joint between them, Emotions was drinking a bright pink concoction that almost hurt to look at, and Anxiety was sitting on the arm of a chair wearing a familiar hoodie and fiddling with his mask.

“Hiya, you guys rock. I can see why my bro here is a huge fan.” Remus says as a way of announcing their arrival. Anxiety jolts from his task and Roman can see his eyes widen, that was the mysterious stranger! Emotions waves at them, “Hi, nice to have you here and also happy birthday!” His talking voice is higher but just as soothing to hear, it distracts Roman from his mini heart-attack realization. Remus shoves Roman onto an unoccupied couch and sits next to him, “Thanks, sorry if Roman stays quiet for a hot second, normally he’s a real talker but he’s all star struck. Give him a minute and he’ll probably have a good story about some celebrity he fitted for some movie or whatever.” Roman blushes at the mention of his work, he always forgot that he technically was around stars all the time.

Logic asks if Remus has any stories of his own, the gremlin talks about meeting the lead lady of horror herself Sigourney Weaver when he worked on the newest Halloween movie. That got Roman to speak up a little and add the part Remus had purposely left out, it was purposely because Remus would never forget a part of that story. The conversation started picking up from there and soon Roman didn’t notice Remus leaving with Remy after a drink drop-off. He did however notice when the guys started to take off their masks.

Logic and Emotions had the easiest to get off and they both switched out contacts for very similar glasses, Logic with black and Emotions with a sky blue. Anxiety had followed with his spider mask and put it in a bag by his chair, he put in a set of spider bites that shone a rainbow of colors. Deceit was the last to uncover his full face but he didn’t add anything, actually he removed something, his tattoo! It had apparently been a temporary one he used to obscure his identity. But now Roman had a new problem, they each were very pretty and giving him a lot of attention.

“You know,” Deceit purrs, “We were going to go out and unwind, you should come with us.” Emotions nods enthusiastically, causing Deceit to chuckle. Logic chimes in next, “I’m sure if you let your brother know that it won’t be a problem, he seems like the protective sort.” Roman nods, Remus had always been his physical protector while Roman stood up for Remus during conflicts of feelings. It was just how they balanced each other out. “Be sure to share your location too, safety and all that.” Anxiety adds. Could he? Should he? This was every real life horror story beginning but it’s not like he was stupid enough to not already know to share his location, not that he needed to with the twins having “track my phone” for each other. “I mean, I’d like that. Re would probably say I need to be more adventurous anyway…” he was already pulling out his phone and sending the texts.

After some late night greasy hole in the wall food the band takes him along to a coffee shop that was pretty close to his own apartment, he didn’t say anything but they all knew the menu so they must come often. It’s there he sees the signs that the guys are partners in more than just the band. Emotions is a touchy person so seeing him hang onto the others doesn’t register at first but then he kisses Deceit and that tracked, the duets had so much heat in them not to be from actual feelings. But then he kisses Logic and calls him Logie, it’s too sweet to be a nickname based on his persona so it must be from Logic’s real name. Next was Anxiety snuggling his face into Deceit’s neck, the act screamed “lovers”. So when Roman caught smaller hints it became obvious that the band was a polycule.

Emotions giggly held his hand as the group went to the apartment complex just around the block from his own, Anxiety was close enough to his other side that they bumped shoulders in a way that felt intentional. Logic led the way with Deceit bringing up the rear, Roman felt safe instead of crowded like he would have normally. Inside their place was extremely homey, lived in and filled with love, it reminds Roman of sharing a dorm with his brother and Emile in college. “I’m grabbing beers, requests?” Anxiety asks, heading to what was likely the kitchen. Logic asked for his “usual” and Emotions called for a “dark”, what’s brought in is some local brew, two light beers and two lagers. “I didn’t know what you liked so I grabbed extras of their stuff, but um, I could get you water if you want.” Anxiety offers. It was really nice of him but Roman was in the mood for a normal beer after all those mixed drinks. “Beer sounds good to me, thanks.”

After a few beers they accidentally let slip their names, Patton, Logan, Virgil, and Janus. Roman now had a lap full of Patton, the guy was playing with Roman’s sash and humming. The others were all talking quietly as not to disturb Pat’s bubble of sound, it was a surprise when suddenly there was a pair of lips kissing his neck. He must of made a noise because the other three had stopped talking, he should be stopping Pat, those were Patton’s partners and the poor guy probably was drunk enough to think he was one of them! He was going to say something when Janus chuckled, “Of course our dear Emotions would be the first to make a move.” With the silence broken Virgil adds in quickly, “You can say no, he won’t be upset, we won’t be upset. This is all so sudden and all.” Logan seems to agree with how he nods and puts a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

“W-what if I don’t want to say no?” Roman stutters, face burning. “Please.” Patton has quit giving him hickeys to give him the sexiest pair of puppy eyes. That was just unfair. Heart hammering Roman kisses those pouting lips, the next bit is a blur but eventually the five of them are in a bedroom with a California King with far less clothes on then they had on in the living room. Patton was kissing his neck again and Virgil had claimed his lips, he could see Logan or Janus but he could feel their hands all over him. Someone was taking off his pants but he couldn’t care less who, Virgil had just made the hottest whine into his mouth and he was kinda more focused on that. Whoever was taking pants off had done the same for Patton and making rounds, Virgil was rutting his hard-on onto Roman’s own. Patton switching places with Logan and slicked fingers entered him, “Good boy, so relaxed and willing to be filled” Janus hummed the praise from close by, Roman whimpered into Virgil’s kiss.

Logan had three fingers fully inside Roman when he pulled out, they were almost immediately replaced by Virgil’s dick. Roman figured it was him from the piercing and the way Virgil sighed at the same time he was filled. The pace started slow and built up, moans were mixed with praise and kisses from the others to both of them. All too soon Virgil had finished, pulling out quickly and falling into Janus’s waiting arms. “Aww, was our spiderling that pent up that he couldn’t even make it to our guest’s first time?” It was teasing but the tone made it sound like this was normal, Virgil was just like that.

Now Patton was back in front of him and had a happy grin on his cherub face, “Ro-Ro! It’s my turn, do you want my dick or my mouth?” Roman had always been more a bottom and when it came to oral he much preferred giving than receiving, “Your dick, please.” He answered, though quietly like he wasn’t already in their bed. “Aww, no need to be coy! You’re being so good using your words, you’re a very good boy.” God, Roman didn’t know why that pet name was affecting him more than ever before, was it because of who was saying it or how they said it like it was true? He couldn’t think about it long as Patton pushed in and Roman had to keep himself from screaming in pleasure. Emotions not only had a big heart but also a huge cock, thickening as it went and it just kept going! Logan rubbed one of his hips, helping him relax again and take more.

The pace Patton set was slow, he didn’t build up like Virgil had but kept perfect rhythm as he pushed deeper each time in. As this was going on Logan had moved on to just as slowly jacking Roman off, slick fingers playing with him like they had all the time in the world. When Virgil came back into the mix it was to litter his neck in soft kisses, from what Roman could see Janus was buried in Virgil and watching as the others played their parts. Something about that seemed so romantic and loving, so private that the blush on his cheeks traveled down to his chest. Looking at Logan or Patton didn’t help, they were looking at him like something precious. He spilled over Logan’s hand with a sob, Janus and Logan coo over him thinking it was just the orgasm but he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so loved. Patton came a few thrusts later, praise and “love you”s spilling out of him like a salve on a burn.

Janus and Logan kept up the coos as Patton and Virgil cuddled, dozing in and out as they watched for now. He was lubed up again by Logan as Janus took to kissing him, deeply and hotly. He didn’t notice when they started frotting but he was very aware when Logan entered him, the pace set was in sync with him and Janus. “You have been very good, Roman. Never impatient or demanding, you were even going to remind Patton that he wasn’t kissing one of us. So honest and humble, such a good boy.” Logan whispers into his ear, it has him whimpering into the kiss again and praying he isn’t crying. Janus breaks the kiss to add his own whispers, “Virgie showed you his face but you didn’t call him out backstage, you didn’t accuse me of being fake because of the tattoo either. How are you just so lovely, hmm? You could brag about working on movie sets but you got awe-struck by us, how did we go so lucky?” Roman is definitely close to tears now, hiding his face into Janus’s shoulder to hide his wet eyes and just bask in the moment.

Logan picks up his thrusts and ends up cumming next, not that Roman and Janus are far behind. Roman is pampered with kisses and more praises as the revived Patton gets washcloths to clean up with and Virgil has water bottles at the ready. Like outside Roman is in the middle of the group as they all settle down into a calm, he’s pretty sure Patton will be asleep soon and the rest of them are not going to last long either. He wonders as he starts to drift off if this will just be for tonight and he’ll have to treasure this night or if maybe, just maybe he has a chance to be part of this relationship.

In the morning he has several texts from Remus saying he was also going out, that he was staying with Remy, don’t wait up ;). Logan is awake and in the living room as Roman heads for the door, “Roman, a moment please.” He’s not sure what to expect from this, maybe a warning to keep quiet about their identities or not to contact them again, what he doesn’t think will happen is Logan adding his number to Roman’s phone or a promise of sending the rest of their numbers later in the day. “We normally date a new person first before taking them to bed but last night was an exception. I hope you will accept the offer.” The kiss goodbye was gentle and warm and Roman can’t help but smile all the way home.

#not safe for sanders #nsfs DLAMP #nsfs logan #nsfs virgil #nsfs roman #nsfs patton #nsfs janus #m/m/m/m/m #drugs tw #alcohol tw #minors dni #anon ask

[tulipanthousa]

holy shit. the thought of pieces Virgil referring to giving Roman oral as eating their pussy? *hot damn*

something about calling downstairs bits by names usually used for a different agab is just amazingly hot and good. maybe that's just because I'm trans, idk, but it's very good

Roman: [wearing a pink and red slinky lingerie dress short enough to show off their pretty pink pussy and clit]

Virgil:

#ask #Anonymous #nsfs prinxiety #nsfs roman #nsfs virgil