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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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O H OKAY WHSHDH WOW That actually gave me an idea. Are you.okay with doing Character Thomas and a Side? If so, how about Patton and Dee punish Thomas for overworking himself. Starts with some teasing and spanking and by the time they actually fuck him he is a begging whining mess? And then with some nice Aftercare because Pat and Dee are good Doms.

Ask and ye shall receive

pairings: Character Thomas/Patton/Deceit

warnings: punishment, spanking, edging, begging, anal, hemipenis, pain play, praise, d/s, bondage, daddy kink because it’s patton so of course, daddy!patton, dom deceit, sub thomas

Slamming his computer shut in frustration, Thomas stumbled over to the kitchen to refill his coffee. “Iced black heart problems” Logan would call it. But he had no room to judge, the hypocrite. Besides, he wasn’t here right now and Thomas needed to get this video out next week. He could send it to Camden, and see if he could fix the snag Thomas seemed to be repeatedly hitting, but the kid already did enough as it was.

However, it had to be a bad sign that Thomas was dreading sitting back down on his couch. But when he looked over to sneer at his computer, he instead saw Patton and Deceit, both standing with their arms crossed. Thomas pursed his lips awkwardly and hid his iced coffee behind his back like a child hiding something he wasn’t supposed to have. Deceit rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow towards Patton.

“Put the coffee down and go to bed.”

“No.”

Thomas looked down at his feet, each second of silence where he was sure Patton was figuring out what to do with him making him teem with antici-

“Did you just say no to me, baby boy?”

-pation

“Patton I have to finish editing this.”

“No, you need to go to sleep.”

“No.” Thomas looked Patton in the eye this time, growing defiant. “It seems someone is not in need of a lesson.” Deceit piped up, looking over to Thomas, who shrunk back in the snake’s gaze. “I think you’re right, Deceit.” Patton sat down on the couch and beckoned Thomas over with a finger. “Come here and get over my knee, baby.”

“Yes, daddy.” Thomas set his coffee down on the counter and as soon as he was within arms reach of Patton, he was yanked down with his hips over Patton’s lap. His sweatpants were pulled down and Patton started landing glancing blows across his backside. Thomas layed there obediently, resting his head on his crossed arms, a firm pout set on his face, sore about not being able to finish his editing. Deceit knelt down in front of him and grabbed him by the chin, mimicking his pout. “Aw, Pat. Our baby’s upset.” Patton stopped and cooed, stopping the spanking for a second to grab his ass and run his fingers over the pink skin. “Or maybe he’s just horny. I think he likes this.” Thomas blushed harder, somehow, and wiggled his hips, trying to get some friction between his legs.

Patton grabbed Thomas’s hips. “Not now, baby. We’ll do that later. Right now, I want you to bend yourself over the arm rest.” Thomas stood up and stepped out of his sweatpants, bending over the couch and folding his hands behind his back. “Good boy.” Patton cooed, resting a hand flat on his lower back for a second before taking it away. Thomas heard him unbuckle his belt and slip it through the loops. “Color?”

“Green.”

In ten minutes Thomas’s backside and upper thighs were painted with red stripes and his legs were quivering, cock leaking between his thighs. “Deceit?” Patton stepped back. “I think it’s your turn to have some fun with our boy.” Deceit pulled up a crying Thomas, wiping away a few tears and pulling him to sit in his lap. He squirmed, trying to lessen the pain that came from Deceit’s lap pressing into his currently forming bruises. “Shh, sit down baby. Let me make you feel good.” Thomas wimpered and slowly set himself down. “Yes sir.” Deceit pulled his shirt off and ran his hands over Thomas’s torso. He always responded well to touch, so deceit always gave him lots of it.

He took his time, running fingers over Thomas’s hips and thighs, carding fingers through his hair, and gently scraping his neck and shoulder with his fangs, watching him preen and whine. Patton stood at the sidelines, kissing Deceit and Thomas up and down their necks and shoulders. “Doesn’t he look so pretty, Deceit?” Patton pressed their lips together for a minute, Thomas reaching his neck to keep the conenction when Patton pulled away. “Daddy, Sir. Please.” He whimpered, bucking his hips up involuntarily. “Aw, Deceit, I think he’s earned it.” Thomas gave a strangled moan as Deceit started to jerk him off. He whined and pleaded for a minute before Deceit took his hand away. “Not yet. Patton, hold his hips down.” Patton complied and Thomas and pouted, trying to keep his hips up. “Daddy, please.” Patton raised his hand and slapped Thomas four times on his inner thigh, firm and hard, leaving hand prints behind. “No. You just got a spanking for overworking yourself, and right now you’re gunning for another punishment.” More tears pricked at Thomas’s eyes, as Deceit continued to edge him.

“Please, please fuck me, sir.” Deceit hummed while he sped up his hand, reaching a hand under to work him open. “Don’t ask. Beg.”

“Please sir please fuck me I want to cum on your dicks fuck please” and other fanfiction worthy strings of pleading poured from his mouth. “Ok, baby. After all you’re ssssuch a pretty cockslut.” Deceit helped him up from his lap and put him on all fours on the couch cushions. His cheek was smacked and his chin was pulled up to look at Patton who took his dick out and ordered Thomas to suck while Deceit worked himself in.

Thomas started to slip into subspace just then, worked up and begging for more any time Patton let him come up from the sloppy blowjob that he was currently working on. Drool ran down his chin, his jaw sore, working a rhythm up. He let himself jut forward to take his daddy’s dick when Deceit thrusted forward, and with the speed Deceit was pounding him at, he was practically slobbering on Pat’s cock. Thomas worked his tongue on the underside of Patton’s shaft and around the head, doing his best to finish him off before his arms gave out. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only six minutes, Patton yanked Thomas forward by his hair and came down his throat, giving him time to swallow before he petted his hair a second and then let his head go. Thomas’s arms immediately gave way and his face was in a pillow as he mumbled “Thank you, daddy.”

The new angle had both of Deceit’s dicks pushing against Thomas’s prostate almost every thrust, and he only whined as Deceit went faster, nearing the edge. “Please” was all Thomas could manage to whimper out before he heard a grunt and “Go ahead, baby.” The couch was gonna be stained, but he’d just scrub as hard as he could and then add the aftermath to the others. Deceit fucked him through his orgasm and reached his own when Thomas started to clench from over stimulation. He pulled out and conjured a warm, damp washcloth to clean the both of them up with, being careful of the bruises that had formed since the spanking. Patton followed suit, wiping off any cum that had leaked from Thomas’s mouth and then the couch.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome baby boy. You did so well.”

“And you look sssso pretty. Are you tired now?”

“Mhm.”

“Ready to go to bed?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Finally gonna take care of your sleep schedule?”

“Ok, I get it now. Yes, sir. I’m sleepy.”

Deceit summoned a glass of water for Thomas to nurse while Patton had him leaned against his shoulder, peppering him with kisses and playing with his hair. “Well then we ought to get you to bed, baby.” Thomas nodded into his chest and handed the half finished glass back to Deceit. Good enough, he thought, sending it back into the Void. Patton nudged Thomas up into a sitting position so that Deceit could carry him to bed, following behind the two.

As soon as they got upstairs, Patton started the shower and the two of them sat down and helped wash the sweat and remaining spunk off of each other. When they turned the water off and got dry they made sure to wrap Thomas in a towel and help him stumble to bed. Thomas slept on his stomach while his doms soothed his skin and muscles and muttered words of praise until he started to snore. They intertwined fingers over Thomas’s back, sleeping on either side of him.

#nsfw #not safe for sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #character thomas #sanders sides smut #spanking #punishment #edging #pain play #hemipenis #anal #sub thomas #daddy patton #dom deceit #blowjob

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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What were you talking about "what Thomas said in that video"?? I havent seen it and I have no idea what you are talking abt and now i want to know.

so it was the Real or Fake Superheros video and Thomas felt bad that he kept getting them right because Joan kept getting batarangs thrown at them, and he said “I feel bad that I keep getting them right” and Joan started teasing him, y’know how friends do like “I can’t stop getting them riiiiight. Punish me. Punish me.” And then Thomas said “I do say that a lot.” Anyways this is a long winded way of saying Thomas said “I like BDSM” out loud, on camera.

#thomas sanders #bdsm mention

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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The one where roman got his ass beat

Pairings: roceit

Warnings: spanking, punishment, d/s, fingering, nsfw, dom deceit, sub roman, praise kink

"Over my knee." Deceit called, as soon as Roman entered the room. "May I ask why?" Roman quipped, standing just past the doorway. "You damn well know why. You've been a brat all week, and I was letting it slide because of what happened with Remus, but you've been taking advantage of my leniency. Flirting with the others in front of me, touching yourself and cumming without permission. It keeps piling up. So, get. Over. My. Knee." He gritted his teeth and bared his fangs.

Roman walked timidly forward, aware that there was no way out of it, and that this spanking would be bad. As soon as he got within reach of deceit he was yanked over his lap, lower back pinned down, stomach pressed against his lap and his ass in the air, squirming and exposed. What was most alarming was that deceit wasn't hard, which meant nothing good. Roman said goodbye to his sitting privileges, as he was being scolded again. "Roman, tell me why you're being punished" Oh shit.

Roman's face started to go red as he complied, already in too much trouble to disobey now. "Because I touched myself and came without permission. And, uh. I-I was flirting with the others in front of you and being a brat." He tried hiding his face in his arm. Deceit ran his fingers through Roman's hair before yanking his head up and leaning down to his ear. "Count." He landed the first hit over Roman's pants. This was gonna be a long night. "One."

Deceit carried on with the spanking, baring Roman's ass when he got to 20, and stopping for a moment to remove his gloves and run his fingers over Roman's skin. "I don't think you fully understand just how much trouble you're in, baby boy. I was allowing you to act out because I knew you were upset about Remus, but I assumed you would be reasonable. Maybe talk back once or twice or roll your eyes, not blatantly break my rules like they don't exist. My subs will respect me, Roman."

By now, Roman was starting to feel guilty about his actions. He was testing deceit for attention, familiar with his talent for lie-spotting, but now he was regretting making him mad, wondering if he truly was upset with him. " I'm sorry sir, I'll be good." Deceit could hear the tears in his eyes, sure that they were from the scolding rather than the pain. Hs had a brief 'oh shit' moment, thinking that he had hurt Roman's feelings, especially with how insecure he was about his self-worth. "Oh baby, I could never be angry with you. I'm honestly surprised you apologized this early. You're still gonna take your punishment, though. Color?"

"Green, sir." Roman sniffled, raising his hips up. The pain and tears were a little cathartic after all, and he needed the shit beaten out of him after this week. Deceit continued, this time on his bare skin. "21, 22, 23, 24, 25." He squirmed a little, hips quickly steadied by a strong, firm grip. "26, 27, 28, 29, 30." He yelped and whined a little inbetween numbers, the first few tears finally making their way down his cheeks after holding them in. Deceit paused again for a second.

Soon enough he was being yanked up by his sides and directed over to his bed. By now, Roman knew the drill, and bent himself over it, desperate to be good. "See? We both know that you're a good boy. So stop being bad." Roman wiggled and arched his back up, nonverbally begging for praise. When it didn't come, roman turned his head around, finding deceit walking over to the dresser. He quickly turned his head back around, making a shocked face to himself and finding a pillow to bite down on so he wouldn't be too loud. "You don't have to count anymore." Deceit ran his fingers over the relatively pink skin on princey's ass, grounding roman just a bit before he took his hand away.

Roman bit down hard and yelped when the belt first hit his ass, sure that there would be a red stripe right down the middle. Another swing came and Roman was openly crying now. Then a third, fourth, and fifth, which is where he stopped mentally counting. His legs shook while he tried his best to stay still, not wanting to further his punishment. He wanted praise and assurance that he was good, until the pain became everything short of unbearable. It wasn’t that he didn't care about being good, but it was made awfuly difficult, writhing and moving his ass away from the pain, but the swings kept coming. They kept coming till roman gave up and stayed still. He lay bent over the bed, quivering and sobbing at each hit, not ready to use his safeword, but close to reaching his breaking point. This has been the worst spanking he had had in awhile, but he supposed that his behavior had been worse than it ever was this past week.

Roman only realized the belt had stopped hitting him when deceit cooed and picked him up from his position on the bed. Roman's legs refused to work, and so did his brain, fuzzy and jumbled up with chemicals and tears. Deceit admired him, as he always did. Nose red, cheeks tearstained, eyes still watering. Roman looked so cute when he cried from his punishments. Deceit hoisted the smaller side up onto his waist, carrying him to the bathroom where he could get some aloe for his thoroughly punished backside. Roman sighed and nuzzled his face into deceit's neck, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Deceit was holding him by the butt, which was a little uncomfortable, but the most secure way to keep him up.

He picked the jar of aloe up from the counter and made his way back to Roman's bed, carefully setting him down and instructing him to lay on his stomach. Unscrewing the cap, he picked some up with his first and second finger, rubbing it in little circles on the red striped skin. He could have princey do this part, but that would be horrible bdsm etiquette. He was responsible for princey, especially after he beat the shit out of him. Besides, he enjoyed it. He ran his hands over his work, red lines and bruises beginning to show up. Deceit chuckled as Roman squirmed and made soft little noises while pressing into his hands. Deceit took his sweet time though, soothing his baby and assuring him that he was a good boy.

"But I broke a bunch of rules?" Roman questioned, looking over at deceit with puppy dog eyes. "Yes you did, and you took your punishment very well. You're such a good boy, roman, staying still for me. So good and pretty." He kissed down his neck and his back, watching him giggle and squirm. His tears had since dried and he was spacey and small, wanting nothing but touch and kind words. "Sir?"

"Yes, babydoll?"

"Is it just me or are you hard too?"

Deceit laughed out loud at his baby, who for the record was leaking precum. "Tell me what you want, baby." Deceit cooed, careful not to be too rough especially since Roman was already in subspace. "I wanna cum on your fingers." He giggled, wiggling his hips. Rolling his eyes affectionately, Deceit reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer out and picking up the lube they kept in it. "Ok baby, you've earned it." He said, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and spreading some on roman, pushing in a little, teasing the boy as he whined and pushed back for more. Deceit stilled his hip and Roman jumped from the sudden contact on his still tender skin. "Good boys stay still, roman. Are you gonna be good for me?" Roman resituated himself into a better position immediately, blubbering out how good he was gonna be for deceit. "Good boy. Stay still for me, and ask permission to cum."

He slowly worked his first finger in, curving it a little to try and find Roman's prostate. Roman gave a little half moan and almost moved before remembering to be good. Soon enough, deceit had entered a second finger, and pressed the pads of his fingers against just the right spot. He was sensitive and begging for more, having gone into subspace halfway through his spanking. "Faster please." He was barely audible but deceit granted his request, adding a third and last finger, and speeding up as much as he could without hurting roman in a bad way. The speed and harshness pulled a few, louder moans out of Roman, but he was still far more quiet than usual, and deceit took the opening.

"Look at you. So good and pretty for me. You love this, don't you? Such a good little slut for me, baby. So good. Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum from my fingers? Without even being touched?"

"Yes yes YES please sir please can I cum pLEASE let me cum."

"Go ahead baby. Cum for me."

Roman moaned and grunted, thighs quivering and toes curling. "Oh? That was a good one, wasn't it?" Deceit chuckled and cooed at Roman. He always grunted when he came particularly hard. He whimpered his agreement, cum still dripping from his cock. "Good boy, let's get you in the bath, would you like that?" He helped roman into his arms as he nodded, mumbling "bath"

Making sure the water was warm enough to soothe roman, but not hot enough to hurt him, deceit snapped his fingers, and rose petals settled on top of mountains of pink bubbles appeared in the bath. Deceit shed the rest of his and Roman's clothes, seating them both in the water, roman backwards in his lap, his head on deceit's shoulder and their chests pressed against one another. Deceit grabbed a washcloth and lathered soap in, bathing roman who shuddered and leaned into the touch. Deceit ran fingers through his wet hair and kissed the top of his head. "Such a good boy for me, so sweet and pretty. You did very well tonight, baby. You took everything I gave you and you looked beautiful." Roman would've kissed him all up and down his jaw and neck if he weren't absolutely exhausted. So instead he lazily pressed his lips to the closest part of deceit.

"Tired, baby?" Deceit mumbled against princey's skin, pecking his cheek. Roman mumbled in response, barely keeping his eyes open, and almost completely nonverbal at this point. "Let's get ourselves in bed then." Deceit snapped and the bath started draining. Roman shuddered at the lack of warmth, curling ever closer to deceit. He wrapped a nearby towel around the two of them and nudged roman until he was sitting up enough to dry off his front. With the bath completely drained and the both of them decently dry, deceit carried them both back to bed, the strain in his legs eased just a little by Roman's soft, lazy kisses, and his blissed out face as he started to come up from subspace. The covers were warm enough to have just come out of the drier, which deceit suspected was Roman's doing, as the little energy he had was zapped out of him, now fast asleep on deceit's chest. The comfortable weight helped lull deceit into slumber along with Roman as lullaby thoughts drifted through his mind.

#roceit #dom deceit #sub roman #spanking #punishment #d/s #nsfw #nsfs #fingering #praise kink

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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send me a promt/kink and a ship

Smut + Fluff Prompt List

Dialogue Prompts By: AllOverOliver

Sinful Smut

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.”

“You can add another finger. I’m ready,”

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,”

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?”

“You’re nipples are so sensitive today,”

“Do you want to continue this in the shower?”

“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,”

“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”

“Say my name,” “Louder,”

“You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,”

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,”

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”

“Don’t stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot.”

“I love hearing you moan,”

“Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I’m not wearing any panties,”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,”

“Your pussy tastes so sweet,”

“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Bite me,” “Where?”

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“What do you want for breakfast?” “Why are you asking me that at 10 o’clock at night-OH.”

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.”

“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”

“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

“Spank me,”

“Show me how you like to be touched.”

“Harder, Deeper…”

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.”

Fluff

“I missed being with you like this,”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

“You’re my perfect match,”

“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”

“The way you smile like that always turns me on,”

“Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,”

“I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now,”

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

“Can I have a message?”

“Truth or Dare?” “Dare”

“Move away if you don’t want this kiss.”

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?”

“Does this kiss tickle~? Haha. Why are you laughing so much?”

“You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“When do you think help will come?” “Not for a while, I guess we’re stranded here alone for the time being.”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

“I’m in love with you.” “Are you finally confessing to me? Because I feel the same way.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.

KINKS/TURN-ONS: Below the Cut.

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#smut prompts #sanders sides smut

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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The one where virgil and deceit tried to top each other

Pairings: anxceit virgil/deceit whatever that ship is called

Warnings: nsfw, top virgil, top deceit, bottom virgil, bottom deceit (that’ll make sense once you read it), d/s, spanking, pain play, overstimulation, hemipenis, anal, hate sex, praise, marking

Virgil had had fucking enough. Neither of them even remembered what this fight was about but him and deceit had gotten into it again and it wasn't pretty. Then he heard deceit utter the words "bad guy" in reference to virgil and slapped him right across the scales. They both stopped for a minute, with "oh shit" looks on their faces before deceit grabbed virgil by the jacket and crashed their bodies together, connecting at the lips. The little shit was gonna pay for that slap

Deceit hoisted virgil up onto the kitchen table and settled in between his legs, kissing and biting down his neck. The scaled portion of his face still stung from the slap, and he growled deep in his throat, repaying the favor by opening up Virgil's thighs and slapping the exposed skin repeatedly. It was still early in the morning, and virgil slept in his boxers and jacket, giving deceit ample opportunity to palm him through the thin fabric before virgil jumped off the table.

They were both tops, and they both knew that. They were fighting for the dominant position through the kiss, virgil having at one point bent deceit over the kitchen counter, started kissing and biting down his exposed back as he slept without a shirt, virgil smirking when deceit shivered, starting to break just a little. He reached around and cupped deceit's hemipenis in the palm of his hand, chuckling just a little at how hard he already was.

"Maybe you're a bottom after all." he taunted, keeping deceit pinned down so he couldn't flip them over again. "Jesus christ you're so. Fucking. Annoying." He punctuated with a slap on deceit's ass per word. His grip loosened just a little, and deceit was able to jet up, and slam them both to the floor, hovering over virgil, pinning him in place by the shoulders as he thrashed to get free. "I'm a bottom? Please, we both know you want my dicks." He slid his hand into Virgil's boxers.

Virgil managed to overpower the snake yet again, flipping the two of them over, pulling down deceit's pants, and getting rid of his own boxers. The both of them were covered in hand prints and bite marks and bruises. Virgil was straddled over deceit's hips, both of them hard and leaking. "Just shut your mouth and fuck me already"

"Will do." Deceit answered, taking out the lube that had been in his pocket while virgil stared at him questioningly. "What? Do you not keep lube around in case?" Virgil rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle and spreading a generous amount over deceit with both of his hands, and then on himself. Deceit grabbed virgil by the hips, grip hard and bruising as virgil lined himself up. "Not gonna stretch first?"

"I just want your dicks, you can't blame me for being impatient."

"Cockslut."

"Shut up you little shit."

Virgil sank down slowly, easing in, savoring the delightfully painful stretch that came. Precum leaked from his slit and a couple drops landed on deceit's lower abdomen, the sight making both of them moan. "Fuuuuuck virge" deceit's eyes rolled to the back of his head, guiding virgil up and down slowly by his hips.

Virgil took deceit's hands, intertwined their fingers, and held them against the floor, bracing himself as he started to bounce a little faster and roll his hips. "Faster. That's it, fuck baby, fuck yourself on my cocks." Deceit groaned out, a little bit of grit entering his voice. He switched their positions yet again, sitting up against the cabinet behind them, and stilling Virgil's hips, holding him as he started thrusting, much faster than virgil had been going, watching the boy squirm and breathe heavy.

Virgil wiggled just right, changing the angle to hit his prostate, and he stilled, muscles tensing, whimpering and giving out strangled half moans as deceit continued to fuck him. The both of them had their hands all over each other, scratching and pulling hair and gripping hard enough to leave bruises. Deceit had his mouth locked firmly onto virgil's neck as he closed his eyes and pulled on deceit's hair as hard as he could. Both of them were sure to be covered in marks and bruises the next day.

"Deceitdeceitfuck." Virgil choked out, smacking the other side's arm to get his attention. "What is it, baby? Are you close? Are you gonna come?" Virgil could hear the smirk in his voice, proud to have succeeded in unraveling virgil like a roll of bandages. "Mhm I need to, deceit please."

"No."

Virgil whined pitifully, eyes having gone glassy with tears pricking at the corners.

"Hold on just a little longer for me, baby, ok?" He felt virgil nod into his neck but could sense the lie. That was fine, a little bit of overstimulation never hurt anybody. Virgil came with a moan and a grunt, falling even further into deceit's arms, tears spilling onto his cheeks, and cum smearing over both of their torsos. Deceit had a good thirty seconds before virgil became too overstimulated, so he edged just a little faster, which made virgil yelp and clench around him. Deceit grunted and bit down on virgil's shoulder, squeezing a handful of Virgil's ass in each palm, still inside of him as he came, hips still stuttering in lazy little thrusts, making both of them utter short little gasps.

Deceit lifted virgil up by his ass and pulled out carefully, setting virgil down in his lap, conjuring a wet washcloth to clean them up.

"What was this argument about again?"

"Mmmnot sure. I think you ate the last of something." Deceit chuckled as he wiped the cum off of their stomachs. "You did very good, virgil. Almost thought I was gonna be the bottom this time. You were such a good boy for me though." Virgil hid his face in response to the praise, nuzzling into deceit's neck. "Sweet baby boy. Such a good boy, you were so pretty riding me, especially when I got to take over and fuck you. You're so pretty when you cum, baby." Virgil wiggled, unable to look deceit in the eye, too fucked out to even pretend that he wasn't in subspace. "But I came without permission."

"Oh I'm not mad about that. I knew you were lying about holding out, and over-stimming you is fun. I love it when you gasp and whimper and moan from my cocks."

After they were both clean, deceit wrapped his arms around virgil, holding him tight and rubbing his back while he played with his hair. The intent was to put virgil to sleep and it always worked like a charm.

Once the boy's weight fell heavy in his arms, he picked the both of them up off the ground, aparating into his room, the bed was naturally warm, which he knew worked, as virgil was always ice cold when he slept. He looked at the time on his alarm clock. 8:30 in the morning. Lazy day it is, then.

#virgil sanders #deceit sanders #nsfw #nsfs #d/s #sanders sides smut #hemipenis #hate fucking #marking #pain play #overstimulation #spanking

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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Look. We all been knew. But to hear that acronym come out of Thomas’s mouth was. An experience

#ts spoilers #vauge but if you saw the video you know what i'm talking about #look #he's a grown ass man ok?#he's allowed to like what he likes #and it's naive to think that he's completely inoccent #besides he just has the energy of someone whos really kinky #there aint no freaky like repressed freaky #but im still shook

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roceit-anon · 6 years ago

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The shower sex one

Pairings: roceit

Warnings: spanking, punishment, anal, smut, bdsm, dom deceit, sub roman, top deceit, bottom roman, shower sex, hemipenis

Roman sighed blissfully as warm water fell over his aching muscles. The dragon witch had once again been defeated, but the toll on his body was no less tiresome than usual. He was wound up and his muscles were tight, hence the shower. The water wasn't quite doing it for him though. His hand sneaked below his abdomen, knowing it was against Deceit's rules to touch himself without permission. Surely he would understand, just this once.

While Roman was jerking off he had almost forgotten about the rules he was breaking, until the glass shower door swung open, and he was caught red handed, erection still, well, erect. A naked half snake stood with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised at his boyfriend's behavior, gaze flicking up and down his body. Roman reciprocated the look, eyes lingering just slightly on the hemipenis between deceit's legs. "I was just-" he began his excuse before being cut off "Disobeying." As a last ditch, roman pulled puppy dog eyes "well I was just so tense, sir. Surely you understand?"

"Of course." Deceit smiled, and Roman relaxed immediately, never able to tell when deceit was lying. "You're not in trouble, my sweet baby just needs some help." Deceit walked into the stream, gathering roman in his arms, before pushing his chest up against the wall. "Some help remembering who exactly is in charge." Roman had little time to process what was going on before deceit was spanking him, the slaps stinging even more with his skin being wet.

Roman yelped and squirmed under deceit's hold, trying to get away from the torrent of slaps. Stopping for a minute, deceit roughly pushed himself up against Roman, effectively pinning him in place. "Move your bratty ass again, and I will conjure a belt, don't test me, princess." Roman stilled out of fear and arousal, taking the punishment as well as he could. His eyes were watering and he all but melted into deceit's grasp when it was over.

Still standing under the stream together, deceit peppered roman with little kisses. "Shh, my good, sweet boy. You did very well. I'm not mad at you. However" deceit grabbed Roman's face by the chin and pointed him upward to meet deceit's eyes, "don't break my rules. I know how much of a brat you are, baby doll. And I know how much you like the pain." Deceit reached around with his other hand to grab and scratch Roman's already sore ass. "But the next time you want a spanking, all you have to do is ask."

He let go of Roman before settling his hands on his shoulders, and trying to maintain eye contact with the slightly shorter side. "Now, why did you break my rules in the first place?" Roman blushed and downcast his view at mention of his own disobedience. "Well I was just really tense after my battle, which I won by the way, and I was thinking of you and well." Deceit rolled his eyes with an affectionate smile on his face. "Baby, if you wanted a fuck you could've just asked me." "Yes, please" roman muttered after twiddling his thumbs a bit. "Come on" deceit chuckled, beginning to lead roman out of the shower. "No." Deceit turned around, immediately worried that Roman might be uncomfortable. "In here?"

The smile slithered back onto deceit's face as he eased back into the steam, conjuring a bottle of lube behind his back. "Of course, princess." He slammed roman back up against the same wall he previously punished him on, immediately sliding their lips together and taking dominance in the kiss. "Color?" He asked as soon as they broke for air. "Green green so fucking green." Roman sputtered out. "Good boy" he praised before flipping princey around and bending him over, manhandling his legs apart. "Hands against the wall." he ordered and roman steadied himself against the tile.

Deceit just looked for a minute. He let Roman steep in anticipation as he admired the sight. Pink handprints on his ass and upper thighs, trembling legs, shifting feet, a leaking cock between his legs, all his bruises and battle scars. He really should tell him how beautiful he is more often. He would in a minute, but now his heterochromatic eyes gazed back down to Roman's ass, and he thought he might like to mark a few more handprints.

Roman all but jumped as he was being spanked for the second time in the past thirty minutes. He began to whine and squirm, having thought his punishment was over, but deceit leaned over to whisper in his ear. "It's ok, you haven't done anything wrong. This time I'm spanking you simply because I want to and you enjoy it." Roman moaned and his knees went weak before he remembered that he was standing and fixed his position. The pain was enjoyable to say the least. The sting was delicious and it started to unwind his muscles. Apart from that, the mental aspect was oddly comforting. This was something that he sometimes just needed, and god did he need it today.

He was huffing and horny by the time deceit was finished, pushing his ass out, silently pleading for more. Deceit realized what the arched back meant, and normally he would've made him beg verbally, but the poor boy had a rough day, and he was inclined to spoil him at the moment. He grabbed the lube he had set aside on the soap rack, and popped open the cap, letting a drop slide onto Roman's skin. He pushed one joint on his pointer finger in and out, already hearing whimpering and little gasps. So he pushed in deeper, seeing just how far he could go before Roman moaned.

The answer was one finger, apparently, as deceit heard him as soon as he pushed that last bit in. He began working in and out, curling his finger up just a bit, trying to find his prostate. The whole process wasn't really to stretch him, despite deceit's hemipenis, they were metaphysical. But it was enjoyable nonetheless. Fingering is its own separate sex act, one that deceit absolutely delighted in. He added more lube and a second finger, pumping just a little bit faster. Sure enough, as soon as he crooked them up, Roman got quite a few decibels louder, and deceit smirked to himself. It never took him long to find Roman's prostate, by now he knew his baby's body like the back of his hand. He pushed the pads of his fingers over the same spot, getting Princey to shiver and almost fall. He always was sensitive.

Deceit shushed him while holding his hips, having to remove his fingers, much to Roman's protest. The dark side got on his knees, still holding him, and placed the flat of his forked tongue right down in response, effectively shutting roman up. He thumbed at his rim, pushing his rather snake-like tongue in and out, curling the forked bit up. He carried on, adding and taking away fingers as he pleased, delighting in Roman's noises for about twenty minutes before he heard roman shout "Please-" in a strangled tone."Please what?" "I don't know, just fuck please anything, please, sir." Deceit could almost hear the tears in his eyes as he repeatedly pleaded for more. "Ok, princess. Whatever you want." He grabbed the lube again, making sure both of them were sufficiently covered before easing in. "Both?" Deceit asked before he added the other. "Mhm."

"Words, babydoll, I need words."

"Yes, sir"

He started to slide the other in, prompting an uncharacteristically whorish moan from Roman. A small smirk settling on deceit's face, he decided to seize the opportunity. "Such a sweet, pretty little cockslut." He began, starting to move slowly, giving roman time to adjust. "So good and pretty, aren't you? Such a good boy letting me take care of you." Deceit grabbed onto Roman's hips even harder, thrust getting just a tiny bit quicker. "Faster." Roman whimpered out below his breath. Deceit rushed him back up against the wall for the third time that evening, hoisting one of his legs up for a better angle and closing in on his ear. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Roman's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he ground back against deceit's cocks, gaining a bit of his confidence back. "Faster, sir. Please." Deceit pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before speeding up, roman letting out another slew of moans and cuss words. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease more fuck please" deceit slammed in harder, shifting his grasp to one hand on his hips and one hand groping and scratching his ass. "Is that better, baby? Just tell me how rough you want it, I'm in the mood to spoil you today." He started speaking in between kisses sprinkled down Roman's neck and shoulders. "Such a good little cockslut, you can have it just as hard and fast as you like." Roman moaned out his gratitude with a "thank you, sir" before deceit sped up even more. "Still making complete sentences? Maybe I should be fucking you harder. On your knees." The command was useless as deceit lifted the other side, stilling for just a moment to get them both on their knees on the shower floor. Roman's head was rested on his arms, his chest was against the floor, and his ass was in the air, being grabbed and smacked by deceit, who was still buried in him as deep as he could go.

"Oh shit shit shit fuck oh fuck oh fUCK SIR FUCKING FUCK, FUCK ME" Roman all but screamed as deceit pounded into him as hard and fast as he could possibly go, the new angle allowing him to hit his prostate with every thrust. He started to slip into subspace, his brain going fuzzy, and his eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the moment. His last coherent thought was how he would not under any circumstances be able to walk tomorrow.

Skin slapped against skin for a good while before roman half-heartedly asked to cum. His voice was hoarse and he could barely think, let alone speak. Deceit gave immediate permission, being close himself, and reached around to pump Roman's cock as their hips began stuttering together, the added sensation of the handjob and deceit's cum pushing him over and causing just a touch of overstimulation as deceit pulled out.

Roman's posture slumped but he didn't move as deceit got up to shut off the shower, watching Roman's cum wash down the drain. The top moved towards his bottom, trying to keep steady footing on the wet tile. He stopped to stare yet again, Roman's ass still in the air and leaking cum, thighs trembling as he was half asleep on the floor. Deceit grabbed a washcloth and cleaned him up, causing him to clench and whimper at the sensation. "I know, baby. But you'll feel better if you're clean. Now come on, let's get in bed." Deceit hoisted Roman up and carried him to bed, settling in with Princey's head on his chest, petting his hair. In his contentness, Roman let happy tears slide down his cheeks as deceit kissed him gently and told him how good and pretty he had been, slowly bringing him back up from subspace so they could sleep.

#nsfw #nsfs #sanders sides smut #i put this on ao3 but here have it on tumblr #roceit #roman sanders #deceit sanders #hemipenis #spanking #punishment #bdsm #dom deceit #sub roman #top deceit #bottom roman

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