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Earning Your Keep - Chapter 6 "I Really Wanna Make You Mine"

Analogical (Virgil and Logan)

Read the previous chapter here or on AO3!

Chapter Summary: After a very pleasant night with Virgil, Logan wakes up and realizes he's late for work. Virgil has a few ways to convince him to stick around.

Logan blinked awake. He was pleasantly warm under a soft comforter, with his head resting on a cool silk pillowcase. For a moment, he was about to return to his slumber when he realized that this was not his bed, nor his home, and the gentle snoring from behind him was a person and not the pipes creaking. Last night… actually happened. He and Virgil had-

He shifted up to lean on his hands and saw Virgil’s unconscious form snoring softly while deep in slumber. There’s no possible way he was comfortably sleeping with his arm hanging behind his head at that angle. He smirked and reached over to carefully lift his arm, laying it down by his side instead. This caused Virgil to scrunch up his nose and make a disgruntled groan, shifting into another uncomfortable position. Logan just rolled his eyes and scooted out of the bed. 

As he stood up, he noticed his clothes strewn about the floor. Sighing, he gathered them up and began to get dressed, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check the time.

“Shit.” He whispered to himself. How was it 10 already?! He should have been at work two hours ago and it was halfway across town- and 4 missed calls from his boss?!

“Mm, Lo? Where y’goin?” A sleepy virgil slurred from the bed.

Logan slipped on his shirt in a hurry, “Work, I’m late, and can I please use your restroom to get ready?

He looked around for his tie, meanwhile Virgil sat up and watched, “Uh, yeah, sure. You're not gonna call out?”

“I can’t.” Logan rushed into the bathroom to make himself look presentable.

“Why not?”

“I can’t afford it! I don’t live a life of luxury, Virgil! And I should have been there two hours ago which means I am already at a loss so I should really be-”

Logan scrambled out of the bathroom and nearly ran straight into Virgil, who was now blocking the entrance back into his bedroom with his arms crossed. He looked down at Logan with a grumpy expression.

“Can you calm down please.” He stated, “It’s too early for this.”

“Too early- It’s-” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, “Virgil. Thank you for a lovely night but I don’t think you understand that every minute I’m not at my job is money lost and I cannot-”

“Afford it, yeah yeah I heard you the first time.” Virgil didn’t move, “How much.”

“What?”

“How much do you make.”

“Virgil.” Logan huffed, “Please, just let me-”

“How. Much.” 

Logan sighed, resigning to the fact that bickering would only slow him down and answering Virgil’s questions would let him leave faster, “Minimum wage.”

“Hm. How long’s your shift?”

“Seven hours.”

“Wait here.”

Virgil slumped out of the room, leaving Logan to his own devices. Logan quickly buttoned up his shirt and checked to make sure he had his belongings before slipping out the door of the bedroom. He was, yet again, confronted by Virgil standing in front of him and blocking him from leaving.

“Hey, I thought I said to wait?”

“How many times must I tell you I am late. I’ll contact you aft-”

Logan paused as Virgil held out a few bills to him, “Call out and I’ll pay you double what you make.”

“Oh, um… No, I really, uh-”

“Please?” Virgil asked softly. He couldn’t let Logan go off and work himself to the bone at a place that could barely pay him and probably treated him like shit.

Logan thought about the offer, carefully considering the consequences if he did. He probably would have to pick up an extra shift if he went in today to make up for the hours he missed. And he’d be berated by his boss for not giving notice. Although if he stayed he could very well be fired, but he did have a good reputation as a worker, being consistently punctual for the two years he’d worked there.

“What would happen if I did accept your offer?” He questioned.

“I’ll order breakfast, we can sit and talk for a bit again. Maybe about last night?” Virgil offered, “And of course I’ll pay you. I wouldn’t want you to not be able to pay your rent or something just to hang out.”

Logan frowned, “I want to stay, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to pay me. I refuse to take advantage of your wealth.”

“You saying that definitely helps, but I know you’re not. The fact that you wanted to give me back the money I gave you the first time makes me trust you.” He shrugged, “And if you’re worried about earning it, last night was enough reason to offer compensation.”

“I’m not a sex worker.” Logan said while very cautiously took the offered payment, folding it and putting it in his back pocket. This earned a soft smile from Virgil as he pushed past him to flop back down onto his bed.

“I know, Lo. You’d negotiate first before we did anything if you were.” He stretched out, much like a cat who’d just woken up. Logan just stepped out into the living room to call out.

 It was a short phone call. He called his boss, who expressed worry rather than anger, since he usually never showed up late or called out. A brief explanation of having to deal with a personal emergency was concocted as an excuse, and Logan was free from the hell that was his minimum wage job as a front desk assistant at a shitty hotel for today. He returned back to the bedroom and dared to sit down on the edge of the bed by Virgil.

“Now do you wanna eat and maybe talk about, y’know…”

“That seems appropriate, yes.”

It didn’t help that his answer was followed by a loud growl from his stomach. He quickly folded his arms over it to cover the noise, but it proved useless as Virgil snickered while pulling out his phone.

“Yeah, let's get some food first. What do you like?” He asked.

“It’s fine, Virgil, you’ve already given me-”

“Omelette?”

“I’ll be okay-”

“I am all for consent but this is the one instance I’m not taking no for an answer. Tell me or I’m ordering for you.” Virgil demanded.

Logan sighed, “There’s no way of convincing you to let me pay for my meal?”

“Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’.

“Fine, just some toast then, please.”

“What else?”

“Nothing else, that will be suitable for me.”

Virgil stared at him with doubt.

“...and some scrambled eggs? If that’s alright.”

He nodded, entering the order into the delivery app open on his phone, “And?”

“Fruit? If they have it.”

“What are you talking about, you have one right here.” Virgil said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from Logan.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re hungry. One more thing.”

“Pancakes…with jam if they have it.” Logan offered shyly.

“Good.”

The response sent a shiver down his spine, as he was reminded of a similar tone of voice that Virgil used last night. Meanwhile, the other put in his own order and paid, now just waiting for the food to be delivered. He sat up against the pillows of his bed and tucked his knees up to his chest.

“While we wait, last night?” Virgil looked at Logan expectantly.

“Yes, what about it?”

“Any thoughts? You kinda just passed out there at the end.”

“Oh,” Logan’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “I had been up since five and it was late. Not to mention that intercourse is a fairly draining activity.”

“Since Five? Logan!”

“I had to get up for work!”

“Oh my god,” Virgil dragged out the last syllable and put his face in his hands, “How many hours of sleep do you normally get?”

“It depends, six-ish, on a good night?”

Virgil groaned, “That’s so bad for you!”

Logan shrugged, “I know, but either I don’t sleep and I’m on time for work or I don’t eat because I lose the hours that go toward my grocery budget. I’d rather have a meal and lose a few hours of sleep, honestly.”

Virgil knew what that kind of lifestyle was like, he was living it not too long ago, and he knew better than anyone the effects it had on your mind and body.

“Logan. You need to quit one of your jobs.”

Logan pouted, “That is simple for you to say. You have wealth. I have a rent that requires 80% of my income.”

“Then let me help!”

“No!”

“Dude get over yourself! Put your pride and guard down for a sec and just accept that I want to help you out here!”

The two sat in silence after his outburst. Virgil crossed his arms and huffed. He didn’t understand, he wanted to help Logan! It wasn’t like he begged for the cash either, he just needed it and he couldn’t get why he wouldn’t put his stupid pride aside and just take his help. When he realized that he didn’t have to have a shitty life anymore, he instantly bought better foods, dedicated more time to hobbies, and slept in for the first time in what felt like years. And it was great! He knew that he couldn’t help everyone, but he could help Logan, if he would actually let him.

“I thought this conversation was supposed to be about sex.” Logan stated bluntly.

Virgil sighed, “It still can be. Sorry. I’m just a little worried about ya, Lo.”

“It’s alright. Let’s just focus on last night, then.”

“We’re coming back to this.”

“Right.”

Logan was going to be the death of him, “Last night went a little fast. I just wanna know how things went for you.”

“I liked it.” The response earned an eyebrow raise to prompt Logan to give more, “I think you’re quite attractive and I definitely don’t regret anything we did. I just don’t want you to think I intend on taking advantage of your wealth-”

“Ah ah, nope. None of that. Only sex talk right now.”

“Fine. What else do you want to discuss about it?”

Virgil thought for a moment, “Well I took on a more commanding role when I wasn’t sure you were okay with that. I kinda prefer that since I panic when I’m not in control, but I should’ve taken it slower and asked you if that sort of behavior was alright.”

Logan just shrugged, “I didn’t mind it. I like taking a more, well… passive? Role?”

There was a slight blush already rising up on his cheeks. He wasn’t as oblivious to sex as most people in his life thought, since his typically calculated nature led others to believe he was either on the asexual spectrum or that he’d been too focused on a job or school to mess around. Much to their surprise, Logan thought he had a healthy relationship with sex. He experimented throughout college and knew what he liked, but telling Virgil made him… not embarrassed, but something close to the feeling. Meh, he’d always had vulnerability issues.

Virgil hummed in response, “Good to know.”

“Oh?”

“What?”

“Why is that ‘good to know’?”

Now it was Virgil’s turn to blush. He didn’t feel ashamed for what he said, but maybe it was a little too forward. Sex was like the one thing he wasn’t nervous about all the time, because it was supposed to be good, and if it doesn’t feel that way then normally people say something about it. At least in his world, that is. 

“Well, if you want, we could do it again. We both liked it.” He offered.

Logan bit his lip, “It isn’t that I disliked what we did, but perhaps we should slow down. And I really don’t want to-”

“-Take advantage of me, I know. You aren’t. How many times do I have to tell you that you aren’t.”

“Until I’m certain you know that I’m not.”

“Ughhhh.” Virgil groaned and rolled over on the bed to stare at Logan, “If we’re gonna date, I’m gonna spoil you rotten. So you better just get used to it now.”

“Nonsense.” Logan shot back, “If we’re going to date, we’ll put a mutual amount of energy into the relationship, as to not to create an imbalance of effort that leads to a disconnect.”

“If last night was any indication of what you consider effort then I’d say we’ll work out just fine.”

“Are you suggesting our arrangement be purely an exchange of sex and money.”

“No!” Virgil scrambled to sit up again, “No, sorry. I mean, it’s more than that. But I don’t mind that- ugh. Sorry putting this into words is difficult.”

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. He knew what he wanted to say, but wasn’t sure how it would be interpreted by the other.

“Logan, do you know what a sugar daddy is?”

Logan paled at the question. Of course he did. Virgil didn’t… He didn’t… Oh. Oh.

“You would like me to be-”

“No! No no no! Well… Not exactly I just- Ugh! Why is this so difficult.” Virgil put his head in his hands.

“Hold on, let me try to make sense of it.” Logan tried, “Are you saying that the exchange of my company for your money appeals to you?”

“Kind of. It’s more like I want to date you and spoil you, take care of you, but I know you want to earn it. And maybe that’s a way to look at how we should do this. Does that…?”

“Make sense? Yes, it does.” Logan nodded, folding his arms, “I’m amenable to trying it, if that’s what you’d like. Although, perhaps we should still restrict our pace. Dates, rather than just sex. If the night leads us to an intimate time then so be it.”

Virgil took a moment to process Logan’s words. If that’s the sort of thing that he wanted, then Virgil would agree. Maybe he was just a little bit smitten, or horny, or a bit of both, but honestly, he didn’t see why that couldn’t work. 

“Okay. Let's try it.”

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Fun fact about us: we really, really like doing crossovers, whether between different Things or just between different AUs of the same Thing. We deeply enjoy throwing things into each other and seeing the relative "normal" interact, tinkering with different potential outcomes of the same general thing, fucking around with culture clash and alternate realities, and all of that fun stuff.

Unfortunately, we also get into flavors of media that isn't quite finished a lot, and we often really want to throw together AUs that we have to write ourself together with things, which means that we're nearly constantly running into the same handful of roadblocks: it's really hard to write about stuff when people have no idea what you're talking about, and it's also really hard to write about stuff when you don't know half of what's going on.

This means that a decent chunk of our writing that is finished tends to stay in drafts - fics based on information that needs to be revealed in stuff we haven't yet written, fics based on media where half of the things we need to know aren't yet revealed in canon, and similar situations easily make up our second most common category of "finished but unpublished" and "finished except for That One Thing" fic (our first most common category is "we need to come up with a decent opening and writing a good hook is hard")

This is, of course, a hell of our own creation. A problem of our own authorship, that we still consistently fail to escape because of our sense of pride and unwillingness to turn out anything that isn't at least half-decent. Similar to the way that we force ourself to reread any media that we write fic of for the sake of accuracy before we can publish it. It makes things take longer, but allows us to ensure quality - though it may hold us back from a certain degree of self-indulgence, mischaracterization is the thing that bothers us most, and if we release a misreading or mischaracterization, that'll haunt us more than any level of soul-baring ever count.

Anyways, all of this is to say that peak self-indulgence for us looks like an isekai Dungeon Meshi/Runaway to the Stars crossover where we stick a handful of characters into the dungeon and let them just kind of cope with that for the forseeable future and the only thing stopping us from doing this is a sense of pride and the fact that Runaway to the Stars doesn't actually have finished & published books right now.

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A Collection of my Creations in the HLVRAI so far

Heyyy thought I should do this as a new pinned postttt

My asks are, unless they are closed, always open, and I'm always down to hear your thoughts and ideas and shit! If I didn't answer an ask, it's most likely because I didn't have the energy to answer it and it's now just sitting there and I cannot answer it because it would be awkward. But I am cherishing it <3

CHECK OUT MY FRIEND DIMONDS'S STUCK TOGETHER AU WHERE BENREY AND GORDON GET FUSED INTO A SILLY GUY NAMED BERDEY

hehehe anyway

All my HLVRAI fanart and writing in general is here on my art blog!

Here's a vampire AU I made! Twist to this is that Gordon's a vampire, Benrey's human and just weird as fuck. There's no real plot to this (though at the time of writing this post I do plan to write a fic or two), but @/winkyfaceanon has made two really sweet fics for this AU, check em out!

Here's a compilation I made with my friend Dimonds for all my reasons Gordon's a lil bit gay for Benrey, please skip the first 38 seconds I'm begging you. Oh, and if you're gonna leave a comment about how I'm Wrong, or if the video pisses you off, you can do this very simple thing called Just Stop Watching The Video (can you tell i've gotten annoying comments on this video)

Here's an older animatic of the bridge for the song Horror Show! This is what my first designs looked like btw fjndksjnfjknds

Here's three small and silly animatics <3

Here's a Frenrey animatic of the song uwu by Chevy! I still think this one's REALLY cute <3

Here's stuff I've made in Gmod! A lotta Frenrey, as you may expect from me at this point.

MY FANFICTIONS

These are listed in order of when I wrote them, and they take place in different continuities for the most part. Pretty much all of them are Frenrey, so if you don't like Frenrey you mayy not want to read it. Majority of my fics are oneshots, since I have low motivation jnsdkjfnds. I don't write smut (I'm literally sex repulsed asexual and a minor /silly), and don't tend to write hurt no comfort except for once, but I do write pretty heavy angst. Please read the content warnings for a lot of these.

I explicitly forbid any of my creative work from being fed into an AI in any way.

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unnamed. Takes place post-canon. Benrey at this point has been alone for months, isolating himself after Xen and spiraling really badly. Then he leaves the house once aaand runs into Gordon. Reunion ensues. I didn't name it because I couldn't think of a name and it was my first fic. Read the content warnings.

You're still here, and you're beautiful to me. Takes place post-canon. Benrey respawns after Xen, and none of his injuries are healed. He then finds Gordon, who helps to take care of his injuries. I personally consider this one of my best works. There's things I'd change now, of course, but I still love it a lot. Read the content warnings.

as long as your heart continues to beat. Takes place during canon. Benrey's listening to Gordon's heartbeat after the betrayal. And then it stops. This one isn't beta read and I wrote it in like, a few hours on the fly, so it's not my best, but I like it.

Cuddles are the best cure for depression actually. Takes place post-canon. This is exactly what it says on the tin. Benrey's got depression and can't get out of bed, Gordon cuddles him. Short but sweet.

If ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep. Takes place post-canon. Gordon and Benrey are kinda in a relationship, and Benrey gets a package at the door that he's not letting Gordon see. In the middle of the night, Gordon gets to see what it is. This one's REALLY cute, and I really love it. It's fluffy and it's sweet.

all for the love of you. Saying this straight-up, READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. Takes place post-canon. Tommy finds a... note from Benrey that he wrote before Xen. I have more complicated feelings towards this fic, I don't personally like it as much in retrospect and think I could've done much better on it, but I'm putting it here since it is still one of my fics. Read the content warnings, for the love of god.

Benrey gets drunk fic. Takes place post-canon. This is just a fluff fic I wrote for the third HLVRAI anniversary where Benrey's drunk and flirting with a very sober and very gay Gordon, who does not know how to cope with this.

do your job and keep them safe. Takes place during canon. This is... well, let's just say it's a reframing of HLVRAI from Benrey's perspective (at least, in align with my headcanons). Only the first thousand or so words are on Ao3, the rest are in Google Docs, as I made... choices that could only be made in Google Docs. I always link my Ao3 because it has the EXTREMELY necessary content warnings, which I couldn't include on the Google Doc. I personally think this is one of my best works, and if you are in a space where you can read it, please do, this over anything. Read the content warnings.

you're alone. and it's all your fucking fault. Benrey has respawned from Xen, in an apartment, and realizes that he is all alone and cannot be near his friends again. This is one of the only hurt no comfort fics I've written, and can serve as a bit of a prequel to that unnamed fic (if you'd like to see it that way). Read the content warnings.

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Hi, I saw your post about that picture and for someone to draw it as the Corinthian and wanderer, so I heavily referenced the image for this quick drawing. I really enjoy your fic, and I’m sorry if this drawing is inaccurate and is a bit rough. But I really like ur writing k byeeeee.

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[rhythmmortis]

i want to headcanon that aqua showed kairi her wayfinder in bbs and thats why kairis good luck charm looks like one. So mad that this didnt happen in bbs cuz literally its perfect . Whatever...

in bbs aqua mentions that she made the wayfinders look like that because of the paopu fruit and kairi's good luck charm was meant to be an old sailor's superstition (but i also like headcanoning that it was also from the paopu fruit tree, like it changes to in com) which is a fun connection between them both but like. kairi remembering aqua through that small detail, her linking good luck to aqua who saved her in bbs is so fucking adorable i am absolutely going to take that headcanon in and let it sit in my brain. forever and ever

i also find it kinda funny that any time a good luck charm is given to a character their life IMMEDIATELY becomes fucking cursed fdkhdfkjh the literal day after the wayfinders get theirs is when shit falls apart, same with sora, and the good luck charm is constantly used to taunt sora in com. their asses are NOT blessed with good luck

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this is important information that deserves to be shared.....for totally not Tom Holland-related reasons :)

[a-very-fond-farewell]

tried to take a day off from writing. still woke up at 5am. let’s write then 😈🔥

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omg omg i wish i was more comfortable with reading gore stuff because whenever you post i know im missing out on great fics 😭

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T FAUN OVER IT

NO its ok!! im glad you arent pushing yourself for some silly deer demon man and sillier writings! unfortunately the nature of coming up with ideas on my own also entails the problem of writing whatever batshit insane things i got in my head that day 😭

(also ty still! knowing you enjoy any of my work at all is enough of a compliment!!)

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the thing about heartache by the number is like... i Get It. i Understand this quest. i have played it probably twenty times and watched it back through like seven thousand more times for the dialogue and i can see through the layers of it. heartache by the number to me is a stained glass installation. i am looking through it at this point.

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Earning Your Keep - Chapter 5 "Because You Look So Fine"

Analogical (Virgil and Logan)

Read the previous chapter here or on A03!

Warnings: Sex :)

Chapter Summary: Virgil and Logan share some intimacy.

Virgil’s lips crashed into Logan’s, the two of them trying to find purchase in clothing and bedsheets as they moved. Virgil had straddled his waist, passionately guiding the rhythm of the kiss. In return, Logan held tightly onto the collar of Virgil’s shirt, refusing to let the other away from him. As he gripped the material, he allowed the other to slip his tongue into his mouth. Virgil cupped Logan’s face with both hands now and tenderly rubbed his cheek with a thumb to provide comfort. 

The tension that had been plaguing them finally broke, blossoming into a wonderful feeling of realization in each of their minds. Virgil wanted to do more than lick over Logan’s warm lips, he wanted to cherish him, fulfill his every need, take him with him everywhere he went, and care for the other until he had nothing left to give. Logan wished to make the other happy, providing him company and filling the gaps in his life. He wanted to comfort the other and distract him from all his worries if he could. He wouldn’t settle on being completely taken care of if he couldn’t help the other in some way.

They broke apart for breath, both of them hanging on to the other and searching for signs of emotion on their faces. Virgil searched for fear and rejection, but could find nothing but adoration returned from Logan. 

“A-are you o-k?” Virgil asked in a small voice, starting to get off of his lap. Logan instantly grabbed his leg and stopped him from moving, looking into his eyes.

“I think…I’d like more. If that is alright.”

“O-ok, yeah, ok.” Virgil responded, “Can- can I touch you more?”

Logan nodded and surged forward to kiss him again. With his permission, Virgil let his hands move from his face to his hair and body. He ran his finger through the soft strands, gripping a fistful as he nipped at the other’s lips. He didn’t pull or cause him any pain, but the small action kept Logan in place for him. His other hand crept down to the hem of his shirt and dove under to feel the other’s fair skin. Logan mimicked his action, letting his own hands wander beneath the fabric Virgil wore.

They continued like that, hands roaming each other’s bodies while their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Virgil held Logan’s bottom lip in between his own teeth and bit down, forcing a whine to bubble up from his throat. They pulled apart again, Virgil checking in on him.

“You sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah, yes,” Logan said breathlessly, “That was very, uh, hot. Yes.”

He blushed, slightly embarrassed at how he was so worked up from just making out. 

Virgil sat up a little bit, “How far do you wanna go with this tonight?”

“What do you mean?” Logan stared at him quizzically.

“We can just keep making out until you wanna go home, if you wanna go home.” Virgil answered, “But we can do more, if you’d like. I mean, like, not just make out.”

To illustrate his point, he let his hands drift down from Logan’s sides to caress the man’s hips. Logan swallowed before responding, “You want to have sex?”

“We don’t have to!” Virgil took his hands away as the thought of rejection set in, “I just, I think you’re- well… If you want I can just call you a car and we can forget about tonight-”

Logan captured his lips once again, stopping his nervous rambling. The kiss was tender and lazy, and lasted until Logan uttered a nearly silent whisper against him.

“Please. I want to.”

That was all the permission Virgil needed as he sat up and took off the shirt he was wearing, tossing it somewhere towards his bathroom to deal with later. He let his fingers run under Logan’s shirt, prompting the other to mimic his stripping. He kissed the corner of the other’s mouth, then his cheek, then his neck, and continued downward with teasing bites or licks over his pale body. He got up off of him and scooted up further on the bed.

“C’mere,” Virgil patted the spot beside him, “Let me take care of you?”

Logan turned and shuffled up beside Virgil, who in turn put his hands on his shoulders and guided him to lay down. He kissed his cheek once more before putting a hand on his belt buckle.

“Can I take these off too?” 

Logan nodded fervently, trying to contain the urge to shuck them off himself quickly and rut against Virgil’s hand.

“Okay,” Virgil said with a nip to his stomach, starting to undo his belt, “you look really good like this.”

“Oh, thank you.” Logan said shyly, turning a light shade of pink.

Virgil laughed softly, “What? Are you embarrassed?”

“N-no, I just don’t know how to respond.”

“Don’t worry about it,” He unbuttoned Logan’s pants and slid the zipper down, “You don’t have to talk at all if you don’t want to, unless I do something you don’t like, okay?”

Logan nodded and watched as Virgil tugged down the slacks he wore to the party, leaving him in just his boxers in front of the other. His semi, alert from making out, was now visible through the fabric. Virgil’s hand grazed over it, causing him to exhale a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. 

“Can I suck you off?” Virgil asked, palming Logan’s cock through his underwear. 

“Please, Virgil.”

He smirked, “You sure say that a lot.”

He pulled off the last remaining garment of Logan’s and admired him laid out before him. He didn’t want to rush things, so he contentedly wrapped his hand around his length while he kissed at his thighs for a while. Logan gasped at the sensations, holding back a whine. His hips bucked up on their own accord, only to be held down by Virgil.

“Try and keep ‘em down for me.” He rubbed his thumbs over the smooth skin there, leaning down and pressing his lips to the tip of Logan’s dick. He gave the other one last look before he took it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over his head. This elicited a soft moan from Logan, who lay still now beneath him. The sound was like a sweet melody that only encouraged him to take more of his length into his mouth. 

The warmth surrounding Logan was blissful. As Virgil began to bob his head, he groaned at the pleasurable sensation of wet mouth surrounding his cock, and when the other built a rhythm, Logan was nearly done for. 

After only a few minutes, Logan gently tugged at Virgil’s hair with a whine, prompting the other to stop and look at the other.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um…” Logan didn’t meet Virgil’s eyes, “I was becoming close.”

“You don’t wanna come too soon?”

“Yeah.” Logan said with a defeated sigh.

“Aww,” Virgil moved to sit next to him, “Nothing to be ashamed of. If anything it makes me feel good that I could get you off so quickly.”

If Logan wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. He shrugged and sat up, curling his knees up to his chest.

“Do you wanna stop or keep going.”

“I’d like to continue.”

“Do you wanna fuck?”

“Yes, only if you have barriers and lube, though.”

“Of course.” Virgil said, getting up and going to one of the dressers in his closet. Luckily from here, Logan couldn’t see the other items hidden away in the drawer. He quickly grabbed some condoms and a bottle of lube and headed back.

“Do you prefer to top or bottom?”

“I’m fine with either but prefer bottoming.” Logan responded.

“Here, then,” Virgil handed him the bottle, “Can you start prepping yourself for me, Lo?”

Hearing the nickname, he froze for a moment, unsure on how to react to it. He managed to take the bottle and nod. As he did, Virgil stripped off his pants and kneeled down on the bed, grabbing a pillow and handing it to Logan.

“You wanna use this, make it a bit easier?” 

“Oh, um, this feels like an expensive pillowcase,” Logan let his fingers feel the soft silk, “I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

“You won't,” Virgil reassured, “Go on, you wanna lay up by the headboard and get yourself ready?”

His sweet yet authoritative tone left no room for argument. Not that Logan would want to push back, at least not until he’d built up more trust to playfully deny him. If they would ever get to that level of trust in the first place. He moved up to where Virgil said and placed the pillow under his hips, adjusting himself until he was in a comfortable position.

Logan popped open the cap on the lube and poured some over his fingers. It was then when he felt Virgil’s eyes carefully studying him. He felt a twinge of unease as the other stared at him.

“Don’t be nervous, you just look really hot and I wanna watch you open yourself up,” Virgil palmed himself through his own boxers, “Can you do that?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Logan said, taking a breath and spreading his legs to start preparing himself.

“You don’t need to be sorry. Just keep going.”

He let his fingers drift down, circling his hole and carefully letting one enter, sighing as he did. He gave himself a moment to adjust before guiding it in and out, stretching the muscle. He spared a glance at Virgil, who had pulled out his own cock and was stroking himself to the sight. That sent a jolt of arousal through Logan’s body, causing him to insert another digit into his hole. He groaned at the sensation, a desperate noise that earned a chuckle from Virgil.

“Fuck, you look so handsome right now.” Virgil commented, pausing his movements to bring himself pleasure to unwrap a condom and roll it on. He crawled over to Logan and continued to watch the other with a hungry glare.

Logan just thrusted and scissored his fingers in faster. He let a third finger slide in, pulling out only when he was certain he was completely stretched. He passed the lube back off to Virgil, who carelessly tossed it somewhere on the floor.

As it clammored to the ground, Virgil ran his hands over Logan’s legs, lifting and spreading them as he moved closer. He hovered over Logan and absorbed the image of him laying there, hard in between his spread legs, and completely sprawled out on his sheets for him to take care of. He leaned down and kissed him again, sweet and tenderly.

“You ready?” Virgil said against Logan’s lips.

“Yes.” 

Virgil lined himself up with Logan’s hole and slowly pushed into him while he slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth, drinking in the other’s lengthy whine. He pushed forward until he was fully inside the other and waited a moment for him to adjust. 

Logan lie beneath him, enjoying the pleasant fullness that Virgil granted him. He let the other do as he pleased, switching between matching his enthusiasm in making out and letting him take complete control of it. When Virgil pulled back and snapped his hips in a short thrust, however, he could only take what he was given. 

“Shit, baby, you feel amazing-” Virgil said as he gave another thrust, “Can I mark you, please?”

Logan nodded, and instantly Virgil was leaving a trail of kisses down his neck while he moved. He kissed and sucked at the skin of Logan’s collarbone while building up a rhythm fucking into him. He gripped his hips and practically pulled him onto his cock, causing a loud moan to rip itself from the other’s throat as Virgil nudged his prostate.

“F-fuck, Virgil!” Logan whined as his lover drove himself into him over and over. His own hard length was steadily leaking precome against his stomach as he was fucked. When Virgil thrusted particularly hard while biting down, Logan felt a wave of pleasure crash over him, causing him to reach down and start jerking his cock.

Virgil quickly batted his hand away, replacing it with his own, “Uh-uh, just- fuck, just let me do it baby. I got you. You’re- oh fuck~!”

“Please!” Logan countered, “Virgil, more! Faster, please!”

Virgil did just that, adjusting so he could pound into Logan. He felt so good around him, he would keep Logan right here in his bed forever if he let him. He quickly stroked the other’s cock while fucking him with fervor. 

“I’m c-close, ah~!” Logan moaned out, looking up at Virgil.

Virgil’s grunts indicated that he was close to the edge as well, “C’mon Logan, cum for me baby-”

Logan shouted as he tipped over and came, ropes of milky cum coating his stomach as Virgil grinded into his hole. He followed him, spilling into the condom with a hiss. The both of them stay there, panting from exerting themselves and basking in the afterglow. Virgil allowed himself a brief look at the completely fucked out image of Logan under him, mentally saving it for his own uses later.

When he mustered up the energy to move, Virgil pulled out of Logan carefully. He got to work, tying off the condom and heading to his ensuite bathroom to toss it and grab something to clean up with. He quickly grabbed a washcloth and ran the tap over it until it was warm enough. He returned to the bed and sat beside Logan, who hadn’t moved much since he’d left.

“Here, let’s clean you up.” Virgil said as he wiped down Logan’s stomach. Once he was satisfied he tossed the rag somewhere in the vicinity of his laundry basket and laid down beside him, feeling tuckered out but wanting to make sure the other was ok, “How’re you feeling?”

Logan responded with a contented hum, “Really good.”

“Good.” Virgil pressed a kiss to his temple, “Tired?”

“Mhm.” 

“Me too. Gonna stay?”

“Mhm.”

“Ok.” Virgil hummed back with a smile, getting up and slipping on his usual sleep attire of boxers and his hoodie . He took the pillow under Logan’s hips and flung it down to the foot of the bed, taking his duvet and covering the both of them with it instead. He pulled Logan close, petting his hair as he drifted off. Once the other was softly snoring, he closed his own eyes and leaned into the heavy sleep that beckoned him. 

For the first time in many nights, Virgil managed to sleep comfortably and dare to dream.

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

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[can-i-see-your-passport-please]

i want to read Do Your Job so bad I can't find it and the post linking to it doesnt work for me please give me the link so I can appreciate your work axjxj

Idk if you mean to the Ao3 page or the Doc, but lemme just help explain something fun- Ao3 is not needed to read Do Your Job!

See, to put it simply, I did stuff on Google Docs that I simply couldn't have done on Ao3, stuff that made the emotions more intense. So, why is it on Ao3 at all? Three reasons:

Promotion. It's easier to get people to read my fic if they start on the fic reading website.

Feedback. I didn't allow people to leave comments on the Do Your Job doc, because it would've messed up part of the format (and gotten rid of a bit of the format that I adore). And I want people to read Do Your Job, go to the Ao3 comments, and strangle me to death about it while sobbing about funny benie.

Content warnings. Do Your Job And Keep Them Safe is an... intense fic, shall we say. It's a fic that absolutely NEEDS content warnings so one reading it knows how intense it'll be. Leaving content warnings on the doc itself, I feel, would've felt kinda clunky. Plus, people on Ao3 are already gonna have the triggering stuff filtered out to make their experience safer.

HOWEVER: these three reasons do not mean you absolutely NEED to start on Ao3. I've sent people the fic by screenshotting the content warnings and sending them the Google Doc link directly. (Those people then liveblogged it to me, and one of them after reading it just sent a picture of their face stained with tears, which is to this day the funniest reaction I have ever gotten to this fic.) And I will do that now, I think!

Here's the Ao3 link, for feedback and shit:

(putting everything else under the cut just in case)

Here are the content warnings (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS):

Here's a fucking playlist I made because I love my own fic:

Here's a binary code translator and morse code key:

Here's a meme:

Here's some of my favorite feedback to this fic:

And HERE is the actual doc.

Have fun!

[anonymouspuzzler]

I'm in the middle of my final projects for school which are kicking my dang ass!! naturally this means i dissociated the other day and wrote another 10k word Smile for Me fic. I hope you all enjoy the results of my hubris