#Soft roceit

[loganslowdown4]

Janus: *very drunk* I like Roman. He has beautiful eyes.

Janus: I love him.

Roman:

Janus: Please don’t tell him, ok?

Roman: It’s alright Jan, I won’t tell.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

I managed to be productive!!

I drew these little beans, and I also finished the chapter of my fantasy au for Sunday! :D

-

I'm so happy with this tho they make me just ddjfktgjodkxks

Since I already did the one with Virgl I might just draw a little series of the sides Interrupting Roman from working.

I love these two so so much look at Janus' little face dkskdkskd

I'm making this into a sticker purely so I can put it on my own mirror I don't even care if no-one else wants it I want it.

[soysaucevictim]

The Aro Visibility thing makes me think of the Gymrat!AU stuff. :,D

Roman - Aro Gay* (just says gay for his own reasons - despite having a relationship with Jan, a genderfluid person.) Also bellusromantic/aegoromantic.

Janus - Aroflux Pansexual. Mostly romance-apathetic. In a sexual relationship with Roman.

Logan - Aroace. In a QPP polycule with Remus and Virgil, all three are ace-spec (the Dukexiety leg is the romantic one). More on the romance-repulsed side of the coin - but mostly as it pertains to himself and his desires/needs.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

janus turning roman into his wallet and using him to pay for things. roman feels continuously full from the coins and money, and feels like he's being fingered or stretched open whenever januss fingers dip inside of him

Wallet

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Warnings: inanimate transformation, wallet transformation, fingering, edging, overstimulation, handjobs, premature orgasms

"I want to go out," Janus proclaims, waltzing into the master bedroom where Roman was folding his clothes on the floor, with a laundry basket set to his side. Roman tilts his head up, smiling at Janus as he lines up the sleeves of a dark red shirt and presses the fabric into a flat fold. "Out?" he asks, playfully. "Out where?" "Out shopping," Janus elaborates, bending down to run his hands over Roman's shoulders. "I could use a new shirt or two." "Use? Or want?" Janus grins, and kisses the side of Roman's head. "Neither. Both. Whatever fits your fantasy more." Roman's cheeks go pink. "What fantasy?" "The fantasy of being used just for your money, rich boy," Janus clarifies, and pulls away from Roman entirely, this time to sit back on their bed. "Don't tell me you don't get off on being treated like you're just cash and cards for me to spend. We've had whole sessions revolving around it, love."

Roman stands up too, smiling shyly but blushing wildly as he moves towards Janus. "Suppose we have. Why should the past warrant future usage of my wallet?" That comment has Janus's eyes twinkling in mischief, and he smiles in such a way that Roman just knows he's walked himself into one of Janus's intricate (and sensual) schemes. "Who said I'd be using your wallet?" Janus asks. "You don't have money," Roman counters, as Janus pulls him closer by his collar, and into a soft kiss. Against Roman's lips, Janus muses "well I never said I wouldn't be using your money, just not your wallet." Roman presses another kiss to Janus's mouth, and then blinks his eyes halfway open, mumbling "that doesn't make much sense." And then Janus is pulling away, and pulling his phone out instead. He holds it close to his chest, between himself and Roman, and quickly opens an app. "Have you heard of inanimate transformation?" he asks, while conveniently logging into an app made specifically for transforming (obviously paid for by Roman's card, of course). Roman looks a little confused. "No. What is it?" "You'll love it," Janus assures him, before sitting up and pushing Roman slightly away, so that he's standing far enough for Janus to point his camera at him. He snaps a photo of Roman's body, enters in his height and weight, and then is taken to a list that he scrolls through with intent. He already knows what he wants; he just needs to find it. "What is it?" Roman repeats, sounding a bit more excited at merely watching Janus become so invested in this... thing. And Janus glances up at him. While doing it without explanation would be fun due to Roman's surprise - and the app's failsafe that would reverse all transformation if any discomfort or displeasure is felt - Janus knows Roman's curiosity is intense, and decides he deserves a basic rundown at the very least.

"Inanimate transformation is exactly what it claims to be," Janus vaguely describes, with a sly wink. "You'll he turned into something inanimate - of my choosing, of course - and will be completely at my mercy. Still able to see, think, feel, but unable to talk or move."

Roman flushes, but purses his lips. "That doesn't sound very sensual," he mumbles, which just has Janus laughing outright at him.

"Needy boy," he scolds, which has Roman pouting and moving back towards Janus, who lets Roman kiss at his face with little complaint. "Trust me, doll, you'll enjoy it; I'll make sure of it. Okay?"

"Okay. I trust you."

"Good, good." Janus pushes Roman away, and clicks on the item he desires Roman to be. Amongst more interactive things like fidget cubes or controllers, and more intimate options like underwear and socks, Janus wanted something that had both a use and would be unassuming if he were to fumble with it or carry it around permanently, especially out in public, which is where he wants to go.

And just as he said, he wouldn't be using Roman's wallet to pay for the things he wanted. His money, yes, but not the wallet itself.

No, instead - as he watches the loading bar progress across the screen - he'd be using Roman as his wallet, and he guarantees that each fold of his pristine leather and pockets are going to feel so much pleasure it'll be overwhelming.

Roman feels warmth overtake him as his body tingles, as though all of it is falling asleep simultaneously, his atoms dispersing and condensing until his literal matter has shifted from flesh to fine leather, from a functioning person to just pockets made to hold valuables. It's dizzying, disorienting, and hard to process as Roman's line of sight falls from Janus on the bed to beneath the mattress, as he lays limp on the ground as just an inanimate object.

He can see all around, as though his eyes aren't bound to a specific place, but trying to speak is futile, and trying to move is pointless. He can just lay there.

Roman watches with anticipation as Janus leans over the edge of the bed curiously, and shivers internally at the way Janus grins when he sees him.

"Look at you," Janus murmurs, as he grabs the reddened leather wallet from off the ground, though he does have to dig it out of Roman's clothes (of which Roman literally shrunk right out of). Roman's new body is thick, perfectly capable of holding as much cash or as many coins as Janus wants to stuff him with, and no doubt durable.

To Roman though, it's a shocking and sudden onslaught of new sensations. Janus grabbing him nearly gives him vertigo from how quickly he's being pulled off the ground and into Janus's hands, and the fact that Janus's palm basically envelops his entire body. When Janus presses the pads of his fingers into his fabric, it feels like his skin is being massaged. And when Janus squeezes, it feels like pleasant pressure.

"I'm assuming this doesn't hurt," Janus says, as he presses his palms tightly together with Roman's new form squished between them. "I adjusted the settings on the app to minimize your pain. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all, considering you'll be stuffed into my pocket most of the day. But there's no harm in double checking."

If it did hurt, and Roman was uncomfortable, then he would merely change back. No harm done. 

Janus opens the wallet up, rubbing his thumbs over the inner wallet, before he does what he's most excited about - shoving his fingers into the pockets. 

As soon as Janus's digits slip into the biggest pocket where bills would go, Roman lets out an internal cry. Mentally, he's assaulted with pleasure, so much it's mind breaking. It's as though he's being fucked open by each finger pressing inside of him, and as Janus's fingers pet against his inner seams, Roman feels as though he's going to orgasm immediately.

But he can't.

And that's what's fun about it.

"Still feeling good, I presume?" Janus inquires, though Roman remaining as a perky little wallet gives him his answer already. He really has no idea just how good Roman's feeling though, nor how badly he already needs to come. "Good, good. I believe you're familiar with your cards, right? I'll be needing them, and you're just so good at carrying them normally that I think you'll be even better at carrying them now." 

Janus's words are teasing and playful as he grabs Roman's discarded wallet and begins to pull out the cards and cash from it. He lays them all out, before grabbing the cards one at a time, and slowly sliding them into Roman's slits instead.

Roman is filled with utter humiliation as he's quite literally filled with his own cards, because he knows it's such a mundane thing. An outside observer would have no idea that Roman's actually a person. So many people are going to see him and have no idea that he's trapped in an ever-looping state of ecstasy, and that exhibitionism, that voyeurism, with no real risk but all the payoff turns him on way more than he'd like to admit.

Add to that: the helplessness.

He can't move at all; he can't even squirm a little! He can do nothing to stop the pleasure and he loves it. Roman is left with his own sounds of pleasure echoing within his own mind. Each card inside of him makes him feel more and more full, and Janus is just talking to him like it's nothing.

Surely - at least to some extent - he must know how Roman's feeling, but if he does he doesn't let it show, and just chats him up while casually giving Roman the most intense pleasure he's ever felt.

"I sure am lucky that you make such a good wallet, hm?" Janus asks, as he takes his sweet time pushing every single credit card, gift card, and store-specific member card into Roman's pockets. "I have plenty of space, and you're already holding your cards in place so firmly! And your leather is so nice. Honestly, Roman, I might just have to keep you like this!"

Janus smirks to himself as he pictures how Roman would react if he actually could. With Janus slowly easing each card into Roman, and occasionally pulling one out and deciding he likes it better in a different pocket. Every once in a while he pretends to be distracted by just how nice Roman's inner lining is, and runs his thumbs along the seams and over the interior, while murmuring that Roman makes such a "high-quality wallet."

But alas, he does still want to go out today, and so wraps his teasing up in just a few minutes. Though, those few minutes feel torturously stretched out from Roman's perspective.

He was already feeling so close just from Janus continuously touching him - consistently feeling up his compressed body or stuffing him full of items. He has no idea how he's going to last the rest of the day, let alone the rest of this prep-time!

And that prep-time is filled soon after Janus finishes with the cards, deciding to grab Roman's hefty amount of cash.

"I plan to spend quite a bit today," Janus claims, as he thumbs through the stack of bills, with 50s, 20s, and 10s, flicking by Roman's face at an indecipherable speed. Roman feels a pang of jealousy with how intimately Janus is fiddling with the bills. "I might even need to go to an ATM to get a bit more cash. Not all stores accept cards, you know. Especially in a mall." Janus sticks his tongue out and, under his breath, mutters "stupid outdated storefronts."

He then pushes Roman's cash compartment open, and very carefully pushes the bills into it, filling Roman up more than the latter thought possible. As Janus's fingers and bills press into the pocket, he feels like he's being fucked into more intensely than with the cards, and as Janus playfully dips his fingers in and out of the bulging compartment, Roman's overwhelmed with that pleasure. Coins are dropped into him next, and as they jostle around they feel similarly to that of an intense vibrator, and Roman internally moans at those sensations too.

Roman couldn't ever possibly achieve this amount of pleasure this quickly if he was a person. He's ridiculously sensitive, and he loves that, but he quickly finds something he despises.

He already feels as though he's been brought right to the edge of an orgasm, but despite his needy cries filling his own mind, he's unable to ever achieve relief. And he further cries in despair when Janus heads out of the room, claiming to need a glass of water. He's set down so calmly on the counter, and ignored as Janus fetches a drink before his and Roman's endeavor. And Roman is stuck feeling pleasured.

He tries to convince himself that if Janus just kept touching and toying with him for a few more seconds he might be able to come, but he has the creeping suspicion that that won't be the case, and that he'll be left on the edge for much longer than he wants to be.

Still though, in his desperate state he can't help but want more under the false pretense that it'll give him the relief he craves. But Janus ignores him and gets water, leaving him stuffed full, frictionless, and helpless to watch as Janus takes his time hydrating before they go out.

To some extent, Roman even feels like he might burst! He's full of cash and coins and cards, and the culmination has him fuller than ever. But he was made to be a bulky foldable wallet, and so Janus obviously wanted to make sure he was full! He's about half as thick as his own wallet - which carries the same amount of stuff as Janus is forcing him to carry - but obviously way more sensitive. And he's been folded shut like it's nothing, even though he's barely staying closed.

"There," Janus sighs, after he's chugged a glass of nice, refreshing water. He grabs Roman's body, and runs his thumb over the front of it, where a fancy "R" is embroidered. Janus smiles as he rubs it. "Look at you... nice and full. How do you feel? Full, I imagine?"

Roman can't answer. He tries to - he really tries to - but he's unable. But he's feeling so, so full, and so, so good.

"I do still want to go shopping," Janus then says, as he squeezes Roman absentmindedly. "Though... you know I despise driving. Is walking okay? It'll be a quick trip, I promise. And it's warm out today; you know I enjoy the sun against my scales."

Janus feels a bit silly talking to an object, but he's sure Roman appreciates the acknowledgement. And as he gets ready to go, he slides Roman into his back pocket. He can feel just how full the wallet is as his pocket is tightly stretched to its limits to make room for the bulging pouch. 

Roman feels intense pressure around him as he’s pressed firmly into the pocket, with his body folded closed around itself and all of his holes, pockets, and slits filled to the brim. It’s pleasure in his ass, in his mouth, against his body - pleasure anywhere and everywhere that can realistically be pleasured. And once Janus starts walking, the coins inside of him start bouncing around, clinking against each other in the miniscule space they have, making Roman internally cry.

It’s like a vibrator buzzing inside and around him. He’s so close; he needs to come! He needs to! And he can’t. And Janus leaves the house.

It’s truly not too far of a walk to the mall, as their house was just a block or two away. And luckily the mall was the store Janus was keen on visiting, as he wanted to do a bit of window shopping! He also couldn’t pass on the opportunity to walk around while purposefully neglecting and tormenting his lovely boyfriend.

He’s aware that Roman is probably aching with need already, but the day has hardly begun! And Janus doesn’t intend on ending their play session any sooner than he has to.

Roman, for now, is still desperately holding out hope for an orgasm.

This is the fastest he’s ever gotten close! Every part of his body is being stimulated, even though he hardly has a body anymore! He’s just a wallet to be pried open and used, stuffed full and folded, and crammed into pockets, and it feels so good.

Due to the constraining nature of Janus’s pocket, Roman can’t see anything, and so can’t gauge how close they are to the mall. And it’s not like Janus is going to talk to a wallet, especially while out in public when people can see him! He’d look crazy! So Roman’s left anxiously awaiting his next opportunity to be useful. And surely, surely, when he’s useful, he’ll be granted the privilege of coming! 

Roman can just barely tell when Janus actually arrives at the mall, and the only reason he’s able to figure it out is due to the chatter of other patrons that Janus passes. Luckily, that noise dies down when Janus steps into one of the shops.

It’s one he frequently visits for general skin care, and as Roman hears the muffled sounds of Janus picking up items and setting them down, he swells with anticipation. Thrill runs through his inanimate body as he waits in utter agony to be used.

Janus takes his sweet time looking around the store. He picks up products, sets them down, and picks them up again, solely to torture Roman. He knows what he needs, of course - he’s pretty fond of his typical brands and isn’t interested in experimenting - but he has time to dawdle.

And by the time Janus finally reaches the check out line, Roman feels like he’s about to burst. He cries out as he’s grabbed, begging Janus mentally in a desperate mantra of ‘please! Please! Yes, Janus! Please, I need it!’ even though his pleas go unheard.

As Janus’s fingers grip his form, he wishes he could rub against them, though he’s instead forced to hear as each product is set against the counter. The beeping is torture as it slowly rings out rhythmically, but it further builds Roman’s delusions. He’s confident that as soon as Janus sticks his fingers inside of him, he’ll be met with sweet pleasure and instant relief, and then he’ll get to experience the build up to an orgasm all over again! Will he get to come every time they go to a new store? He’d be in pleasure heaven! Yes! Yes!

Janus is informed of the total once everything is rung up, and begins pulling out the money. He purposefully fumbles with the wallet and the dollars, though to the cashier it just looks like he’s debating between cash and card.

Since there’s nobody in line behind him, he even takes a minute to subtly rub his fingers against Roman’s seams, before eventually deciding on grabbing bills and paying with cash.

His fingers are inside of Roman for as long as they possibly can be without it seeming weird, but after just a few seconds of Janus’s digits thrusting in and out of him Roman is coming to the daunting realization that he feels permanently stuck on the edge. He’s not getting any closer to release than he was when Janus was touching him previously.

He sees a sadistic glint in Janus’s eyes as he pulls cash from Roman’s cash compartment, as though he knows what sort of torture he’s inflicting, and in response Roman cries out in pure, unfiltered need.

‘No… no, no! Janus, baby, please, it feels too good! I need more! I need to come! I’ll do anything!’

He’d be embarrassed if he had an actual voice to plead, but he doesn’t. And so Janus can’t even hear his shamelessly slutty bargaining, nor can Janus fully process just how edged Roman is.

So Roman’s left to watch as Janus pays for his things, and then pushes the receipt and spare change into Roman’s folds before closing the wallet once more, and stuffing it back into his pocket, depriving Roman once more and making him sob in pleasurable despair. 

After his items get bagged, Janus walks off to the bathroom. He checks each stall to make sure they’re empty, and then sets his bag down beneath the sink, pulling his wallet out. He holds it up to the mirror in order to let Roman watch while Janus runs his thumb over the outer leather, specifically caressing the embroidered “R” on the front.

“You’ve realized you can’t come by now, I’m sure,” Janus muses, pressing the pad of his finger into Roman’s body. “Do you find that torturous? Are you desperate yet?”

Roman can’t answer, but he sure as hell tries. Yes, he’s desperate! Yes, he needs to come! But Janus can’t hear his plight, and ignores his edging anyway, as he opens Roman up and slides a few of his cards back and forth, before closing him again, resisting the urge to give Roman more intense pleasure just to tease him.

“There’s a great coffee shop on the other side of the mall,” he comments, as though he’s having a casual conversation with his boyfriend, and not talking to a dumb, inanimate wallet. “There’s a closing store on the west side, too. I saw a coat there last time I was here that I’d love to have. I’m sure you won’t mind buying it for me.” Janus’s finger stalls, depriving Roman of any touch despite the pressure that comes with being firmly held. “You know… a mani-pedi also sounds nice. I haven’t had my nails done in a while. Sure, as a wallet you’d be crushed beneath me for most of the procedure, but you’re just a wallet, so what do I care?”

The idea of being ignored for an hour or two as Janus gets his nails filed to perfection is a fantasy that makes Roman cry, because he knows being sat on will negate the brief pleasure he gets in passing. The coins inside of him won’t bounce if Janus is still, and his inner pockets won’t be fingered open if Janus has no need to pay during the manicure.

He tries to plead with Janus, but Janus can’t hear him, and wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

What does it matter what Roman wants? He’s just an object. He’s just something to be carried around and used to Janus’s liking. 

And usually, Janus is absolutely an in and out shopper. He’ll go the path that gets him in and out the fastest! But with the way he’s talking, Roman’s afraid that Janus will spend his entire day in the mall! It’s cruel and mean, and undeniably hot, even if Roman doesn’t want it at all.

Roman would squirm if he could. He desperately wants to grind and touch himself and finish, but he can’t. And as he’s tucked back into Janus’s pocket, he lets out a cry of pleasured displeasure, knowing he’ll be stuck on the edge yet again.

Luckily for Roman, Janus really doesn’t want to spend more time in the mall than necessary. He got his skincare products, and he wasn’t lying about wanting a new coat, but his mani-pedi can fortunately be reserved for another day. He does begin walking off towards that store though, once again filling Roman’s mind and body with the overwhelmingly delightful sensation of coins jingling around inside of him. 

To Roman, time is measured in significant moments, and any time spent not giving him attention is stretched out until his neglect feels like it’s going on for hours, with nothing but the full feeling inside of him keeping him sexually satiated (as satiated he can be without relief, of course).

However, he quickly becomes excited again when he hears familiar beeping once more, as the coat Janus wanted to get is scanned, and the security tag unclipped. Roman would be writhing desperately if he could move, knowing that at any moment he’ll be pulled out and used again. He’s so excited, and it makes him feel humiliated, because he knows the pleasure he’ll receive won’t give him relief. And yet he still wants the pleasure anyway.

Janus pulls Roman out of his pocket and sets it on the counter, waiting to pay as his coat is neatly folded and placed into a plastic bag. As the cashier bags it, however, they turn towards Roman and gasp “that wallet is so cute; where’d you get it?”

Although surprised, Janus fights back a cheesy smile at the compliment. “Oh, this?” He slides the wallet forward, letting the cashier innocently admire it. “My boyfriend actually got this for me. Truly, I kind of love it, but I have no idea where he bought it from! I believe he said it was one of a kind… so he must have gotten it custom-made.” Janus leans over the counter as the cashier brushes their thumb along the embroidery. “That’s his initial stitched into it. Cute, right?”

“Your boyfriend got you a wallet with his initial on it?” It’s more a probing question as opposed to any sort of judgement, but Janus merely snickers at the comment.

“He likes to be appreciated,” Janus explains, his amusement clear in his voice. “I don’t mind. It’s a sturdy wallet, and that’s all I ask for. Besides, I’ll always think of him when I look at it, and that’s always a bonus.”

The cashier sighs romantically. “Aww. That’s sweet.”

They pass the wallet back to Janus, who pulls one of Roman’s cards from a slit and pushes it into the card reader, though Roman is still bursting with other visas and capital ones just begging to be used. Another day, perhaps. Still, one card being taken from him leaves him whining and begging for it to fill him once more. Being empty in the slightest is torturous, as though he’s being denied his purpose! And he cries out in delight when Janus slowly pushes it back in, before whimpering as he's shoved back into Janus's pocket. 

 Janus is handed his bag after, and waved bye by the cashier as he walks out, which has Janus frowning a bit as he leaves the store. He only has three bags - two filled with body products and one with the coat - but it's three bags too many! If Roman were human, then he'd carry the bags for him, but unfortunately Janus was left to drag the (relatively light) bags home himself. 

That's right; he was on his way out of the mall. Not that Roman could tell. 

Roman moans as his form is pressed and shifted within Janus's pocket, bills folding and rubbing against his inner walls. He doesn't even process that Janus seems to be walking a bit longer than normal, though he does mentally perk up as he hears a door open. Was Janus going back to the bathroom or something? Malls don't typically have doors. And then Janus's bags are hitting the ground, and Roman seems to realize they're home. Janus sighs in relief as he flops onto his bed, kicking his shoes off while pulling Roman from his back pocket and getting himself comfortable as he flips the wallet open. 

"Hello, love," Janus murmurs, grinning slyly. "Did you enjoy our little trip to the mall? I know I did." 

'Please!' Roman cries out, pleading with Janus to touch him now that they're in the comfort of their own home. 'Please, I need it! Janus, please!'

"Let me get those bills out of you, yeah? They belong in your actual wallet, after all." 

'No, no, no!' 

Roman cries as Janus makes good on his word and slowly pulls the cash out of Roman's cash compartment, setting it on the nightstand with the intention of packing it into Roman's wallet later. The coins come next, with Roman being shaken until he's moaning in disorientation as the pennies and dimes fall out of him, leaving him feeling emptier and emptier, with the cards being slid out last. Janus takes his time rubbing his thumb along Roman's inner slits as he carefully pushes each card out, and sets them aside as well. One by one Roman's left desperate as all of the items that gave him purpose and pleasure. And then he's empty. And it leaves him needy and sobbing. 

"There we go!" Janus says, as though Roman isn't begging to be filled and touched, even though his pleas never reach Janus's ears. "All empty. Now I don't have to worry about ruining your cash." 

His words are almost missed by Roman's noisy being, but Roman isn't able to miss Janus undoing his pants and shoving them down just enough to get his cocks out. Janus gives them a few strokes with his free hand just to get himself worked up, and then brings Roman closer, cupping his body with his palm and pushing one of his cocks against Roman's inside slits and pockets, where his cards once were. 

Janus then closes the wallet just enough to get a grip, and begins to slowly pump it up and down his length, groaning in the process. 

"Fuck, Roman, even as a wallet you're still a great sex toy," he praises, as Roman's form is pushed up to the tip of his cock, and then dragged back down, rubbing against his shaft as it slowly gets slick with the pre beginning to roll down from Janus's slit. 

And Roman can't help but moan as his insides are stimulated by Janus's rubbing. He can taste Janus's cock and the salty pre that's lubing up his length in its entirety; he can taste Janus, and he can feel him so intensely too. And as he's squeezed around Janus's cock, he only feels better. He's worked up and up, rubbed so intensely that he almost forgets how empty he feels, until he quickly reaches his peak. And he's held at it. Held, and forced to wait. 

Janus moans himself as he strokes himself with both hands - one for each cock, although one of his hands is also gripping Roman - and works himself towards an orgasm. Though, he's not too quick to come, and slows down once or twice while he feels himself getting close. 

"Keep feeling this good and I might just not even turn you back," Janus mutters, as he pushes his face into his shoulder. One of his eyes stays peeked open in order to stare at Roman's inanimate form swallowing his cock the way a wallet would swallow up cards. "You can just stay my perky little wallet forever. What else are you good for other than holding my money?" 

Roman cries out desperately at Janus's words as Janus compresses his body tighter around his cock, and tries to squirm as he watches Janus's cheeks go pink and his breath hitch. 

Janus's hands speed up around his cock as his body feels hot. He really does think Roman makes a magnificent wallet, but he can't help but picture Roman's face in place of the leather object, being rubbed against Janus's cock and tortured due to his own pleasure being neglected. And that pathetic desperation that Janus knows Roman is experiencing is what finally pushes him over the edge, leaving him groaning quietly as he comes, coating Roman's body in semen until he's drenched and ruined by it. And then he's dropped onto the bed, left tasting Janus's mess with every crevice and fold present on his inanimate figure. 

Janus shifts his position, and Roman cries needily as he thinks Janus is getting up, only to feel that dizzying warmth and tingling spread over his body again, until he's grown into a human once more. He's nude, though he is coated with Janus's come from the face down, with semen streaking across his pretty flushed face, with the excess dripping down his neck and pecs. 

His eyes are brimming with tears as he immediately and shakily begs "please! Please, Janus, touch me, please!" 

His arms tremble as he leans forward onto them, and Janus lets out a soft, genuine laugh as he guides Roman to lay back by setting a soft hand on his breast to push him backwards. But Janus's palm grinds over Roman's sensitive nipple, and Roman's body - which just spent the past hour or so being delectably abused - is incredibly sensitive, and so this bare minimum amount of pleasure has Roman spiraling over the edge and coming quickly and untouched, his cock twitching as come spurts out of him in intense streaks, dirtying the comforter and Janus's pants in the process, as Roman falls back against the bed and cries out in pleasure. 

Even Janus is startled by the sudden orgasm! But he didn't torture Roman all day just for their pleasure to end this soon!

"Oh, my poor, poor dear," Janus begins, in mock sympathy, as he leans over Roman. Roman looks up at him with tears running down his face. He's shaking, and his breath is quivering just as much. "Is that all you have in you? I thought you'd want a proper orgasm!" 

"I do," Roman weakly insists, his voice desperate. "I do, please! Please, please, please!" 

Janus's eyes shine in amusement. "Really? You think you can handle it?" 

"Yes, yes, yes!" 

"Alright, love. Anything for you. Especially after you've been such a good wallet for me today. You were so good for me, Roman, holding my cash and my cards so well!" Janus wraps his hand around Roman's limp cock, and feels it slowly firm up in his hand as he strokes it. Roman moans in sensitivity, his body overwhelmed and oversensitive, but still willing to take whatever else Janus is willing to give him. "You're the best wallet I've ever owned! Did you like it, Roman? Being completely at my mercy? Being filled up and folded and kept safely in my pocket?" 

"Yes, yes," Roman gasps, hardly able to catch his breath. 

"Did you like being admired?" Janus squeezes the base of Roman's cock, and watches as Roman's back arches off the bed. "It seems that I wasn't the only one who found your form cute." 

"Yes!" Roman moans, bucking his hips needily into Janus's curled fingers. 

Janus smiles, and leans down to kiss Roman's jaw, purposefully avoiding any of the areas stickied with his come. "Good boy. Good wallet. Did you like being edged? Feeling pleasure, but being unable to come? I know I liked imagining your desperation. And it was all worth it, wasn't it? Because I'm being so generous and letting my pretty little wallet come now, aren't I?" 

"Janus!" Roman cries, more tears streaking down his bright red cheeks, as his hand grabs onto Janus's free hand, gripping it as though he needs something to keep him grounded. "Please! Oh, please, please, please!" 

"Come, dear," Janus urges him. "Nothing's stopping you." 

And Roman does. Quickly, suddenly, and forcefully, coming again despite only being touched for just a few moments. A strained noise comes from his mouth, guttural and full of pleasure, and once his orgasm has been milked out of him, he's going limp against the bed, with stuttering, breathy cries being the only thing coming out of him from that point on. 

Janus gives him a few minutes to breathe, before lovingly squeezing Roman's hand. 

"Do you want a bath, my Roman?" he quietly asks, and watches as Roman makes a noise of affirmation, but doesn't make an attempt to move at all. Janus can only picture his exhaustion after being edged for a prolonged amount of time. Longer than Janus has edged him in the past, anyway. Janus rubs over Roman's knuckles and up his forearm, and stays giving him gentle love until Roman's able to be guided into sitting up. He gives Roman encouraging praise for doing that, and even helps him stand after. 

A bath will be nice for both of them, especially in their big jacuzzi tub. And Roman can't help but admit it feels nice for him to hold Janus for a change as they cuddle in the warm water, both of them taking the time to relax beneath the bubbles and recoup their energy after a very eventful day. 

Though it's only a matter of time before Janus wants to revisit the app, and Roman will be more than happy to indulge him once he does. 

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

My Writing Masterpost

Updated as of 9/12/2024

To check if there are any newer fics since this has been updated, look for the tag #my fic

You can also read many of these on AO3

My Multi-chapter Fics:

We Could Try? 1, 2, 3, 

Patton had found out. He’d found out not only that Virgil was ticklish, and not only that he actually liked it, but also that he’d never had a real tickle session.

Sequels: I do not understand, The Price of Cookies

Grumpy, Sorry

Virgil is grumpy and gets tickled by Patton, and tickles him back a bit. Later, Patton gets him back even more.

Tickle Week: Sunday, the idea, Monday, Dee and Logan, Tuesday, Patton and Roman, Wednesday, Roman and Virgil, 

“Well, seeing as there are six of us, I propose a tickle week. We’ll leave Sunday off, but every other day we’ll put names in a hat and draw one, and whoever’s name is drawn becomes a tickle toy for the whole day.”

The Tickle House:

Virgil’s New Job,

At the End of a Bad Day

Scribbling

There’s a place called the tickle house, where you can pay to tickle or be tickled. Virgil and Janus work there, and the others often visit.

Tickletober 2020:

One: Unusual Spot

Two: Feathers

Three: Stocks

Four: Scribbling

Five: Drawn on

Six: Kiss

Seven: Unusual Tool

Eight: Interrogation

Nine: Ganged Up On

Twenty-Three: Asking For It

My One-shots:

Roman’s Idea is Best

Written with @barelyticklishlee: Roman has a fantastic idea for Thomas’s date. Virgil doesn’t agree, at least at first.

When Patton gets into a Ler mood at the same time as Virgil is in a Lee Mood. 

Pretty self-explanatory

A bit of something soft

Patton’s having a hard day, so Virgil cuddles and tickles him

Cheating at Games is Ill-Advised

Virgil cheats at a tickling game with Logan, and gets very tickled.

Pay Attention

Virgil can’t pay attention to the conversation with Roman and Patton tickling him.

Beware of Running Away from Lers

Virgil tries to run away from Roman

Arms Up

Virgil tickles Roman’s armpits

Belly

Patton feels fat, but Roman still loves him just as much, and wants him to feel so much better.

When Patton has a Hard Day

Patton is feeling down, but tickling Virgil might help him feel better~

Unnamed Fic

Logan gets soft back tickles from Roman.

The Sweetest Lee

Tickling a sweet little lee is just the best thing ever~

It feels better when you just let it happen ;)

Cuddly tickles for Roman.

Remus Catches a Lee

Virgil's been caught in a trap and gets tickled to pieces.

Virgil’s Voice

Virgil wants tickles, but can't voice his requests, so Roman helps him out, getting him all the tickles he wants.

Dwindling Creativity

Roman shrinks down as Thomas's creativity is used up. Janus helps to distract him from his work.

Sacrifice

Patton is gonna tickle someone. If not a sacrifice, then everyone~

Requests:

Roman wants to join

Lee Roman

14 and 25 with Lee Deceit and Let Patton please?

No regrets, with Roman and Remus maybe?

oh requests?? hmm maybe either 22 or 25 w lee virgil and any ler you like?

14 with LerRoman and LeeLogan???

w/ pat ro and lo testing which of virgil's spots is the worst

Tell that to the tickle monster: Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

16 Any pairing u think fits!!!! 

I know something sweeter than cookies: same pairing, Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

maybe 29 with ler!patton and lee!logan? 

4 with Lee Roman and Ler Deceit? 

11 with Ler Logan and Lee Roman please 

22 with Lee Logan and Let Remus please? 

19 Lee Deceit and Ler Virgil and Remus please? 

Do you think you could do 3 with a lee Deceit?

9, with Roceit? :3 

16 and 7 with Lee Deceit and Ler Patton please 

Shy Lee Janus being forced to ask for tickles from Ler Logan?

Logan noticing Virgil having a bad day and and just having him lay down and giving him a pillow to giggle and blush into while he traces Virgil's back with his fingers or fluffy brushes to help him relax❤

Moceit cheer up tickles? 😃 (Lee Patton and Ler Janus, if you would)

oh prompts! maybe lee Patton ler roman with some sort of challenge? (Don't move, laugh, smile, whatever)

What about a lee!Virgil? (ler!your choice. Preferably a twin.) Someone comes in to wake him up from a nap, or something, with pokes. Virgil is still half asleep at this point, so he has no filter.

Lee Roman denying his in a Lee mood but Janus is behind him smirking because he knows when someone lies?

So, peharps a bit of Lee!Janus and Ler!Roman, please? Maybe Janus is monopolizing Roman's bed because it's soft and warm and g e t o f f XDD.

Lee!virgil ler!roman? That’s my everything lol

What about Lee Virgil being pranked with tickles by Remus but once Remus stops he shyly asks for more? Please and thank you!

If you're still taking requests maybe lee Janus being overly grumpy and getting cheer up tickles from Logan?

How about Remus acting as annoying little brothers do, and Roman getting back at him with some extra teasey tickles

may I request lee Logan and ler Patton where Pat's just gushing over how cute Lo is while tickling him?

Can please do some Lee janus and ler patton? Like Janus is being suspicious, and Patton is trying to figuring out what he is doing.

For the prompts thing how about Patton ticking Logan to make him take a break from working? 

Ler Logan and Lee Remus, if you are up for it. Remus starts to bother Logan while he is working and Logan gets payback with tickles, knowing secretly that Remus wanted this to happen. ???

Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!

Prompts! How about Patton tickling Logan to make him take a break from working I can never get enough of that! 😂

Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan (or whoever you wish!) Patton has always been the mind palace tickle monster and after a week of his evil ler moods and tickle attacks Logan turns the tables and gets revenge tickles?

Ok so... after Accepting Anxiety, Virgil is a little shaken from his name reveal. He sorta hides away in his room because he’s embarrassed, until Roman comes in to check on him and cheer him up and make him feel welcome with tickles 🥺

Logan maybe gets hurt, (trips or bumps against something) and Patton decides to tend to him, making sure he's not injured badly, but it turns out Logan is ticklish where Patton is examining

Ler Patton Lee Deceit - Patton accidentally brushes by Deceits scales and it sets Deceit into a fit of giggles. So Patton gets curious and starts to poke and stroke the patches of scales that are all over Deceits body. And Deceit secretly not so secretly enjoys this

Maybe some cheer up tickles with Logicality where both were watching a show and a tickle scene appeared and person B is like "Oh, this is a signal. That is how I should cheer up my friend."?

How about lee!janus and ler!virgil where Virgil remembers Janus being super ticklish back when he lived with the dark sides still and decides to see if he's still that ticklish.

Could you do a college AU where the core 4 are in their university’s theatre department? Like... they all are walking back to the dorms and they find out Roman is extremely ticklish and tickle and tease him the whole way back??

How about lee Logan hiding his lee mood from Virgil?

lee!Virgil and ler Patton, Logan, and Roman. Virgil has a huge lee mood and is way to shy to ask to be tickled so he drop little hints to try and get tickles( more like Virgil being an a** and a bratty little sh*t). The sides act like they don’t know what he want, but do. So they force him to ask

anything lee logan? I would DIE for lee logan

Okay I’m bored and I need lee!Virgil and lers Janus and Remus

Anything lee Logan would be delightful! Thank you!

I was wondering if you could do something where Virgil gets stuck somewhere and the twins find him and team up to take advantage of the situation? Thank you in advance, your work is amazing!

I would like to make a trade. I will give you a boop for lee!Logan ler!Remus. :D

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

[rose-coloured-prince]

Sobbing crying

my dearest little prince (i)

(roman sanders hurt/comfort, cw for extreme self deprecation and janus dropping truth. features sympathetic janus!)

“My dearest little prince…what’s happened to you?”

Roman’s hollow eyes, darkened from sleep deprivation, were squeezed shut, tears spilling out the sides and down his cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to know. Not even Janus’ tender, lulling voice could pull him out of this panic.

“Baby, come here. Please. Let me help you. Let me hold you.”

Janus’ words were practically hypnotic to the tired, desperate young prince. Roman was so tired of being used, so tired of being an object. All he wanted was to be loved, just like everyone else, but it seemed that no matter what he did, no matter what positions he bent himself into, he could never change himself enough. He was still too Roman. Maybe his actions weren’t the problem, after all. Maybe Roman himself was to blame. Everything about him, after all, was wrong, no matter what he did and how he did it. Roman could feel his mind turn to fuzz, Janus’ words and form growing farther and farther away as he enveloped himself in a meager attempt at self-protection. After all, Roman had long learned that he couldn’t trust anybody else to protect him from anything.

This had to be a trap. It just had to be.

“When was the last time you ate?” Janus whispered, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. The prince flinched back, but Janus persisted, too anxious to be sensitive. “Baby, please. I’m worried about you. You’ve always been so fragile. And lately, it feels like you’ve just been floating away.”

“Yeah?” Roman whispered, his voice seething with hurt. “I wonder why.”

Janus blinked, and tilted his head, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean, darling?” he asked gently.

“Maybe I should float away,” Roman mumbled thickly as his tears started to suffocate him. “You all would like it so much better if I was gone. You play tricks on me to make me shut up or look stupid, you use me for your own agendas without even caring about mine, and then you betray me when all I ever wanted to do was help my friends! I wanted to be a prince, I wanted to be honorable and chivalrous, but- but what’s the point if it always ends with me alone? I’m the least favorite side, Janus. The least favorite. The least amount of fans like me, and the most amount of fans hate me.”

“That’s-…that’s not fair, Roman,” Janus whispered, but Roman interjected before Janus could continue.

“Maybe it is fair,” he snapped, “Someone has to be. Maybe it should be me. After all, I am the evil twin. No matter what I say or do, no matter how hard I try, people only care about the bad stuff I did, and none of the good stuff I’m doing. What’s the point of trying anymore? What’s the point of anything?”

Roman tried to keep ranting, but a whimper cut him off, and as he realized the weight of everything he was saying, he started to sob. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of the situation. Never in his entire life had the little prince felt so helpless.

Janus took the opportunity to talk. He tried to hide his anger, not towards Roman, but towards everyone and everything that caused Roman to believe such terrible things were actually true. Himself included.

“My precious little one,” Janus murmured, carefully pulling Roman’s limp and trembling limbs into a hug. “You are not evil. Evil people don’t worry about whether or not they’re evil. Evil people don’t cry as you do now. You are so, so good, my darling. And I’m sorry that nobody has told you that. I’m sorry that you’ve felt so alone for so long. You try harder than anybody I know. You are so ready to learn and change that sometimes I worry that you’ll lose yourself one day and never find it again.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Roman muttered to Janus’ chest.

“Of course it would!” Janus scolded gently, starting to rhythmically pet Roman’s curly hair and support his delicate form. “Roman, you are so special. You’re so…beautiful. I’ve never met anybody else who sees the world the way you do, with such wonder. With such color. You sing when no audience is around to applaud you. You speak to things that can’t speak back. You care so much about everything. You care more than anybody I’ve ever met.”

There was silence and stillness in the room for a very long time, not a sound except for occasional sniffling from Roman. And then, the creative side fully launched himself into Janus’ arms, letting his sorrow carry him as he melted into Janus’ secure, but gentle hold, sobbing into his shoulder and letting Janus support his weight, trusting him to keep him upright.

“My baby…my sweet baby,” Janus whispered, “You’ve been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?”

Roman couldn’t speak. He couldn’t act, he couldn’t ask for more than this. For so long, he had been trying to act more mature, so he could be taken more seriously. But it felt so good to just cry, and be a child again, even if just for a moment. Janus seemed to innately know that Roman needed this. Maybe Janus cared more than Roman thought.

[ho-ho-homosxual]

kiss 46 with roceit?

Kiss 46: out of envy or jealousy {Prompts Here}

Virgil’s been getting real flirty with Roman recently and Janus absolutely not jealous

——————————⋆｡��˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆——————————

Janus was not a jealous person, no matter what the others said. The deceitful side was merely making sure the others knew not to touch what wasn’t theirs, that’s all. It started when his darling prince had gotten too up close and personal with anxiety. Roman had been working with Janus and Logan on ideas for a new video when the purple clad side had sauntered over and began blatantly flirting with his boyfriend. A deep wave of possessiveness flooded through the snake, narrowing his eyes as the romantic side giggled at one of Virgil’s comments. Janus just barely bit back a growl as the two got closer.

“Janus? Are you alright?” Logan asked, snapping him out of his angered trance. “I’m not fine” deceit replied, pushing out his chair to stand up. The logical side gave him a look but went back to his research. Meanwhile, Janus strutted over to his boyfriend, nearly shoving Virgil out of the was as he placed his hands on either shoulder. “I just realized, I don’t need to talk to Roman about something important.” He said addressing the anxious side, who was hovering with a sour expression. ‘Good’ Jan hissed in his mind, hands tightening their grip on the shoulders of the creative side. Roman was wearing a slightly startled expression but stood to walk anyway. The moment the prince was standing the pair were off in a flash, a yellow gloved hand wrapped tightly around the other’s waist.

"What did you want to tal-“ The Prince’s clueless question was cut off by the possessive love of his boyfriend. Gloved hands gripped the front of his shirt, cold lips crashing into his. The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongue. The two broke away for air a moment, both faces flush. “Not that I’m complaining, Love, but- Oh!” The question once again broke off into a gasp as his semi reptilian lover put his mouth on the prince’s neck. “Mine” The deceptive side growled into the soft skin of Roman’s neck, pulling down the collar of his shirt. The Prince let out another groan, his boyfriend’s single fang, courtesy of his half snake face, lightly scraping across his collarbone. 

“Yours~” Roman agreed with a breath.

~Bonus!~

It was later that day that Virgil shuffled into the doorway of the creative side’s room, leaning against the door frame. The sound was enough to alert Roman, who had been adjusting his post shower robe. A very quick glance at his close friend’s neck told him everything he needed to know. “It went well?” Despite being phrased as a question it was very much a statement. Roman blushed but nodded, digging through his pockets for a moment before handing Virg a twenty dollar bill. “Pleasure doing business with ya’”

——————————⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆——————————

Welp, I hope this met your expectations Anon. I’m gonna be honest this is my first time writing anything like this so… sorry if it’s a bit weird. Also this was written & formatted on mobile so if it looks a bit strange, that’s probs why :)

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Prince's Protected | Serpent's Nest

Hello! So I spent a good chunk of my time the other day rereading “come now little prince” (ridiculously good!!) and I was wondering if you would consider expanding on that part in the most recent chapter where the heroes take care of Janus? (Specifically a scenario of Roman taking care/comforting Janus bc I love how you’ve written them in this and would be really interested to see that dynamic shift and how the relationship between the two grows as time has passed) also! I’m in the middle of reading Tales of Thicketdown Forest bc I’m obsessed with your writing and goodness it’s so sweet and has me feeling very soft and I can’t wait to finish it! – anon

Read on Ao3 Masterlist

Warnings: gsw, blood loss

Pairings: roceit

Word Count: 2074

"Stay with me," Remus grunts as he shoulders open the door, hand still pressed to the wound on Janus's side, "we're almost there."

Janus grits his teeth and shoves his cane under him, trying in vain to prop up his weight with his non-working arm. Remus catches him without blinking when it clatters uselessly to the ground. Granted, he still manages to bash his knee into the hardwood floor before he's swung up properly, but that leg was already on its way out in the first place.

"Shit. Sorry."

"Apologize after I'm not bleeding out," he grits through clenched teeth. Remus just chuckles darkly and presses on into the dark apartment.

Now, realistically, they should have gone to the medical facility, but at the risk of sounding paranoid, they weren't sure what else was compromised. Certainly having a bomb explode Janus's car before got in was sign enough that his security needed to be tightened, they didn't need to ask the question of if the medical staff had been infiltrated too. Besides, Janus didn't get to where he is by having only one contingency plan.

He's jolted out of his musings by a rough deposit onto one of the couches, Remus kneeling over him a second later, both hands still pressed to the wound. Janus manages a half-hearted protest at the rough treatment when he catches sight of the fear lingering behind Remus's stoic gaze. Ah, Remus…ever his feral little junkyard dog…so unprofessional when it came to everything but the worst parts of the job. And here he is now, that loyalty glimmering through the mask he wears as a member of the Serpent's crew, as his hands fill with blood that should never have been spilled.

…the blood loss really is getting to him, he's never this introspective sober.

One hand lifts almost on its own to card gently through Remus's hair, leaving a few red trails on his temples and the very tip of his ear. Remus's gaze flies to his immediately, searching for what might have gone wrong, only to twitch when he realizes Janus is only petting him.

"The doc's almost here," he says instead, refocusing, "just hang on."

"It's okay, sweetie," Janus murmurs drowsily, "I know it'll be okay."

"Yeah, it's gonna be fine, you just hang in there."

"My Remus," he coos, still running his hand across Remus's scalp, "my sweet Remus…such a good boy. Feral little junkyard dog…"

"Shit, you really are out of it," he hears Remus murmur distantly, mostly to himself, "doc better fucking get here soon."

He can tell by the blur of black and the fact that Remus moves him to lie down that the doctor is here, but what's more important is that Remus doesn't leave. Instead, he stands where Janus can still pet him, blinking sluggishly at his face as he watches the doctor work. A few sharp pains lance through the pleasant haze and he winces. Remus wraps his arms lightly around Janus's shoulders and holds him there.

"You gotta hold still, Janny, it's almost done. You're gonna be just fine, okay? We'll get you on painkillers and everything, just hang on."

"'S it bad enough for the good stuff?"

Remus must have a conversation with the doctor. Then he shakes his head. "Nah. You're just being dramatic."

"That's my right."

"Uh-huh, and it can be your right even more when you're not about to bleed out on this couch."

"'S my couch an' my blood, it can go where I want."

"As long as it's in your veins and not all over the shit you'll make me clean up, yeah, that's fine."

He tugs lightly on Remus's hair in reprimand as the doctor finishes patching him up. Slowly, the wooziness of blood loss starts to turn into the fog of painkillers as Remus helps him sit back up. He sees the doctor off with a nod and looks around for his cane, noting that Remus must have left his side at some point to stand it back up in its place by the door—what a sweet boy.

"Guys nabbed him already," Remus is saying—ah, yes, the fool who put the bomb under his car, excellent—"I'll be down there tomorrow once I'm sure you're not about to do anything stupid."

"Please, my dear, have a little faith." He goes to push himself up from the couch—

"That," Remus barks sharply, and then there are hands on his shoulders pushing him back down, "like that. That's the stupid shit I need to make sure you don't do."

"Oh, relax, Remus, I am fine—"

"You are not fine, you're just high as shit on painkillers right now that make you think you're fine."

"I'm not high, Remus, I know what that feels like and this isn't it." Janus sighs in frustration when Remus doesn't let go of his shoulders. "Oh, for the love of—I know what painkillers feel like, I know that I'm hurt, now let me up."

If it had been any other operative, perhaps the steel he injected into his tone might have sufficed to make them stop babying him. But oh, no, not Remus, who just gives him a look. What happened to the days when he didn't even have to say anything and Remus would know to back off?

Distantly, he registers Remus's fingers twitching ever so slightly and he realizes must've said that out loud. He lets out a low noise and reaches out to rest his hands on Remus's ribs.

"Shh," he mumbles—are they sure they didn't give him the good stuff? He's having trouble keeping his eyes open—"I didn't mean it."

What happened to the days when I did?

"I know," Remus says, voice softening just a touch, "just like I know you need to move as little as possible right now."

"What," he half scoffs, half laughs, "are you going to babysit me until you think I'm all better?"

"No."

"Good, because—"

"I'm gonna get Roman to do it."

"—that wouldn't work out for—you're going to what?"

And as if he could hear him, which at this point he's not going to put past either of them, Roman walks out from his bedroom. Janus's eyes widen slightly as he comes to take Remus's position in front of him, sitting on the coffee table as Remus hands him something he tucks into his pocket.

"Stay put," Remus says, "I'll be back."

"Oh, so you give the orders now?"

"You're injured, so yeah."

"Hey," Roman says softly as Janus tries to turn and follow Remus's path across the room, "he wasn't kidding, you know, you need to stay still."

At the first brush of Roman's hand against his flank, he sighs, resigning himself to letting the little prince fret over him for a moment. If he can reassure the both of them that he's fine, then perhaps he stands a better chance of convincing Roman that he can actually stand up. A cute little furrow forms between Roman's brows as he looks at the doctor's handiwork, the fingers on his free hand almost ghosting over the stitches.

"You're going to have to be careful of how you lie down," he says, still speaking as though if he said his words too loudly, they might shatter in the quiet air, "keep the stress off the surrounding skin."

"I have done this before, you know."

"I know." Roman looks up to meet his gaze. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

He's definitely blaming it on the painkillers that he nearly melts at that, reaching out to brush his thumb against Roman's jaw. "I'm alright, little prince."

"So you need to stay still in order to be all the way better."

"Little prince—"

"You barely let me move when you first put my stitches in," Roman says before he can finish his thought, looking up at him with devastating softness, "it's okay. Just sit, I can take care of everything else."

"That's not your job, sweetie."

"But I want to do it. Look—you've done so much for me. For all of us, okay?" He reaches for the hand still brushing his jaw, cupping it between both of his and pulling it to his chest. "And now you're the one who's hurting. Let me look after you for a little bit, okay?"

Janus looks at his little prince, savoring the feeling of his hands wrapped so firmly yet delicately about his own. "Who taught you to be so sweet?"

At Roman's bashful little smile, he sighs, leaning back against the couch and tugging Roman with him. Roman comes, sitting ever so carefully on his non-injured side. Janus frees his hand from one of Roman's and brings the other to his lips, kissing it gently. Sweet little prince…

"Come lean on me."

He rouses himself a little. "Hm?"

"You look tired," Roman murmurs, settling himself more securely on the couch, "come and lean on me if you want."

It takes a fair bit of careful shifting before Janus is leaning steadily against Roman's bulk, his head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, his hair tickling the underside of Roman's jaw. One of his arms is wrapped securely around Janus's shoulders, the other still tangled with one of his hands. His puffing breaths warm the very top of Janus's nose, his chest almost rocking him to sleep as it rises and falls. He turns ever so slightly to press a kiss to the crown of Janus's head and Janus hums.

"You've done this before."

He feels more than sees Roman nod. "Did this with Remus a lot. And the others."

"I'm…sorry."

Roman shifts just enough to squeeze him in a tiny cuddle. "Thanks to you, we won't ever have to worry about that ever again."

He must start drifting there, on the couch, in the arms of his little prince, for he blinks and the light has changed. Now the shadows of the night spill in through the massive windows, thin blue fingers reaching across the floor to touch the base of the coffee table, the chairs, the kitchen island. Has he fallen asleep? Has Roman? Is it still the same day? The familiar bite of the pain has yet to resurface so it can't have been that long—except, of course, if they were lying and they did put him on the good stuff.

It suddenly occurs to him that there is a word for this feeling. When you wake in the night to realize that you needn't move yet, or when you stir from a place only to shift slightly and fall back to slumber. He has a vague memory of hot nights in the middle of the summer where he couldn't fall asleep even with the slightest sheet, only for the heat to break around the wee hours of the morning. He would rouse just long enough to pull over a sheet and then he would sleep again, safe under the gentle chill of the darkness. There is a word for that, isn't there? That precious feeling that can only truly be felt in its moment, lost to the ephemeral grace of memory?

Is he there now? Slipping in between moments as ripples move through water?

But no, there shifts Roman underneath him like a gentle current guiding him back to the world of the waking, and he turns just slightly to see a soft smile on that sweet face.

"Hey," Roman says softly, "how are you doing?"

"'M good."

"Yeah?"

"Yes," Janus murmurs, his eyes already slipping shut again, "thank you, little prince."

"Of course," he hears distantly as he falls back into the waiting arms of the darkness, "you're safe now."

Ah, he thinks, that's the word.

General Taglist: @frxgprince@potereregina@gattonero17@iamhereforthegayshit@thefingergunsgirl@awkwardandanxiousfander@creative-lampd-liberties@djpurple3@winterswrandomness@sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes@iminyourfandom@bullet-tothefeels@full-of-roman-angst-trash  @ask-elsalvador @ramdomthingsfrommymind@demoniccheese83@pattonsandershugs @el-does-photography @princeanxious@firefinch-ember@fandomssaremysoul@im-an-anxious-wreck@crazy-multifandomfangirl @punk-academian-witch@enby-ralsei@unicornssunflowersandstuff@wildhorsewolf @thetruthaboutthesun @stubbornness-and-spite @princedarkandstormv  @your-local-fookin-deadmeme @angels-and-dreams@averykedavra @a-ghostlight-for-roman @treasurechestininterweb @cricketanne @queerly-fluid-fan @compactdiscdraws@cecil-but-gayer@i-am-overly-complicated@annytheseal@alias290@tranquil-space-ninja @arxticandy @mychemically-imbalanced-romance@whyiask@crows-ace @emilythezeldafan@frida0043 @ieatspinalcords @snowyfires@cyanide-violence@oonagh2@xxpanic-at-the-everywherexx@rabbitsartcorner @percy-07734@triflingassailantofmyemotions @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo@cerulean-watermelon@puffed-up-bees@meltheromanstan@joyrose-fandomer@insanitori@mavenmush@justablah65@10paradox10@uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous@cutebisexualmess@bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti@ultrageekygirl

[twofacedbelief]

last seen: putting others first - selfishness vs. selflessness redux favourite characters: janus, remy, romulus favourite ships: roceit, kingceit, sleepceit, anxceitmus self-insert ships: remance, remanceit oc: stimulation | ira sanders blocked tags: prinxiety, moceit proshipper; don't like? don't read!

Lance • He/him, They/Them or Sea/Sear/Seas • Adult Quoiromantic & Bi/Ace • Autistic

Otherkin: Water/Ocean/Faerie • Former endogenic system

currently writing: belief is deceit is belief & Photophobia

Canon setting

Modern setting

Antemori Shores Music and Memories [anxceit]

Fantasy of Eldritch and Gifted [dukexiety, dukesleepceit, rosleepceit]

[links to be added later, au names and layout may change]

Collabs with @anxiouslyfred vampiceit - canon setting, janus is a vampire disguised as a snake, anxceitmusleep dnau - remus gets into dna tests, janus' dna keeps changing, janus has an identity crisis mafiau - fake marriage turn into taking over a mafia, dukexiety, rosleepceit, freed androids becoming family dragonau - janus is a dragon that hoards boyfriends [needs better description]

AUs from the 4 year break idolau - remy is an idol forced to be the face of scandals, janus is a barista with a dark past, virgil is a bartender trying to save money, roman is struggling to get a role, remus probably has a job and a home, oh and most of them live in the same shitty building marvelau - janus get spider powers, janus is very hot, spideypool, dukexiety, future sleepceit, one-sided roceit

AUs that I think about belief!dee - deceit used to be belief, king is the only one who knows, qpp kingceit, roceit, remus has abandonment trauma, remus is obsessed w roman [belief is deceit is belief] fakimals - remus is thought to be the only dark side because virgil and janus are always in animal form, the animals will still pop up if they disagree with something, ignoring the animals doesn't end well, qpp anxceit, slow roceit local cryptids au - schrodingers sleepxiety -> creepxiety, lomile, roceit, tobus, logan raised the twins, remy and virgil raised dee, virgil's youtube audience has lots of questions, remy owns fluidi-tea the coffee shop [local cryptids] ts magic au - ironshell, deceit has too many people attracted to him, deceit is the only human, fae shouldn't be trusted but also the twins are fae

Other AUs art heist au, bread au, fairytale au, garbage au, haunted motel au, ill-fitting powers, kingceit human au, powerswap au, pride!roman au, sideswap au, soft vibes au, snakely escape au, the coincidence au, toddler dee au, ts sunflower au, ts tangled au, ts witch au, unexpected roommates au, wtnv au

Dead AUs crazy ex au, dead spouses au, deceit too au, hogwarts au, parent teacher au, soulmate wings au, the high school au, ts avatar au, ts mythology au, ts universe au, twin omens au, yet another youtube au

[t4t-apexeclipse]

does anyone have any soft and fluffy roceit fics for me to read 👉🏻👈🏻 either pure fluff or hurt/comfort, both work

[puzzled-pegasus]

did you know there's a Taylor Swift song for most if not all of the Sanders Sides ships?

Really early in my and @surenschompychompers ' Sides phase, we were on a phone call talking about them and we jokingly realized that for most if not all Sides ships, there's a Taylor Swift song that fits them. Since we're mostly out of it now and have nothing more to do with these, I thought I'd share them for still-going-strong fans to see :)

Logince: Gorgeous- come ON, is this not absolutely the way Roman talks and thinks about Logan??

Logicality: Lover- they are literally married and you can't convince me otherwise, god I love them so much

Analogical: Delicate- I can't really explain this one as well....it just be having the Vibe

Loceit: Getaway Car- this one's a teensy bit more specific, but I thought about this scenario where Logan and Janus rob a bank together and then Logan ends up double crossing Janus, does that not sound awesome??

Dukeceit: ...Ready For It?- oh my god, the drama and action and flirtyness of this song fits them perfectly, I love it

Prinxiety: Style- this was actually the first one we saw in the pattern. Not much of an explanation really, but the Vibes are really, REALLY strong.

Royality: Love Story- the dreamy, soft vibes of this song as well as the royalty motif make it a really good fit.

Anxceit: I Knew You Were Trouble.- Does this one really need an explanation?

Moxiety: cardigan- I don't actually know this song that well, so apologies if it doesn't fit, we just looked at the lyrics briefly before deciding lol

Dukexiety: We Are Never Getting Back Together- I think if Virgil and Remus ever DID have any sort of fling, it would be over quickly and Virgil would want to forget it ever happened, so this song fits my personal vibe of them.

Roceit: Look What You Made Me Do- Not really a ship song, more of Roman's revenge song for Janus making a fool of him.

Intrulogical: Blank Space- oh my god how funny this one is. It's so good. Go listen to it immediately and then look me in the eye and tell me the song does not fit them perfectly I dare you I fu--

Moceit: Mean- It's not really a ship song, just Patton complaining about Janus's negativity, but I think it fits.

(BONUS) Rosleep: Wildest Dreams- Remy and Roman would have the angstiest most dramatic breakup, oh my god, the hilarity. Someone go write a fic immediately.

I know I definitely missed someone so please let me know, I am notoriously forgetful when making lists lmfao

(@surenschompychompers, please let me know if you want me to delete this)

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Saw you had writing prompts up and thought I’d send in something that brain conjured up in the early hours of dawn

“What if I want them to kill me? What if I want them to try? What if I want to see them realize that as much as I and others have tried. They…We can’t?’

d’know if this was what you meant by prompts but enjoy a depressed God?

More Than Human

----

At his very core, Janus was human.

One might say he was more than human, being a God, but being more than something doesn’t take away from that something, it just adds onto it.

----

| Ao3 | Next Part |

Warnings: implied/referenced suicide attempts, touch starvation, depression (with a somewhat positive ending)

Pairings: platonic roceit, though could be perceived as romantic if you so wished.

Word count: 1601

Notes: If I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fic with Mortal!Roman and a god!side I'd have two - (gets killed)

I really needed this lmao so tysm for the prompt! I've been really struggling with writing inspiration recently so this was really great!

It's been so long since I posted something new - it feels so good lmao. I left it fairly open ended so I could write more if anyone wanted it <3 just send an ask!! I'm always down for prompts :)

----

Janus was, first and foremost, a God

To be precise, he was the God of deception, trickery. In some communities he was the Guardian of all Evil, in others he was a representation of temptation, sin, all that was wrong with the world. 

At his very core, Janus was human.

One might say he was more than human, being a God, but being more than something doesn’t take away from that something, it just adds onto it.

Janus was still human, deep down, he always would be, no matter how many layers were added - immortality, reality bending powers, worshippers, temples - he couldn’t bury the human parts. Though he tried, he wasn’t indifferent. No matter what he did the harsh words still stung when they tore at him, the hatred many felt towards him sat heavy in his chest, loneliness clawed at him like a starving animal - and he was their prey. As it had been for years. 

He had been naive, a thousand years ago, to become a God. But they’d needed someone to shoulder the burden of the world's evils. They needed someone to shield them from the terrors, they needed someone who could face the lies and treachery and not be torn down by them. He had been foolish then, just a boy who was different, a boy who wanted to help. 

There was no way out, either. Janus had tried his best, he’d begged the universe, he’d searched. He’d tried to cut himself off from the world but that had only made the lonely, empty feeling in his chest worse, he’d tried to end it all, when he had no options left, but that hadn’t worked either. 

You couldn’t kill a God, after all. He wasn’t the only one who tried. 

—-

“You’re not going to defend yourself?” Said the knight, dressed in shining silver armour, a red cloak fastened at the shoulder flowing behind him, a confident expression turning to confusion. The challenger stood before him in his temple, shining sword drawn and pointed at Janus’ chest where he sat on his uncomfortable, stone throne. 

“No,” He answered simply.

“You’ll just… let me kill you?” He said, faltering, the only movement was his fiery red hair in the wind. 

Janus leaned on his elbow and didn’t say anything. The knight lowered his sword just a little. 

“Armies will try - if I fail,” The knight said, widening his arms in a gesture, “More people will come, try to kill you, why just allow it?”

“Maybe I want them to kill me,” Janus said softly, not quite looking at the knight, “What if I want you, them, everyone to try? What if I want to see them realise that as much as I and others have tried. They…We can’t?’”

The knight stared at the God before him, eyes widening as he realised, “You… whyever would you want to die?” 

Once again, Janus said nothing. The knight sheathed his sword and Janus sighed softly. He supposed today wouldn’t be the day. 

With the soft clanking of the knight’s heavy armour, he stepped forward, slowly approaching Janus’ throne as though he was prepared to be attacked. Even if he never went to draw his sword again, Janus could see the fear growing in his eyes with every step as he got closer. Janus didn’t move. 

“Why do you want to die, Janus: God of Deceit, guardian of Evil,” the Knight asked, now standing over him. How interesting, Janus thought, that a mortal would have the courage to do such a thing. Many Gods would have felt that something of the sort was an act of disrespect, possibly even choosing to smite down the mortal who dared to do such a thing, Janus found he didn’t have the energy to care. Instead he just smiled softly - at least this made his life just a little more interesting, even if it did nothing to lessen the emptiness in his chest. 

He sighed, he’s certain the knight would listen if he turned him away, but Janus had yearned for someone to talk to for hundreds of years. This knight would leave soon anyway and Janus would never see him again, what did it matter.

“Tell me your name,” Janus said, the Knight tilted his head and frowned, “Tell me your name, first, and I’ll answer your question.”

After a long, thoughtful pause, the knight sighed, “My name is Roman - Sir Roman Greenheart.”

“A lovely name,” Janus said softly, Roman smiled tentatively, “Now- your question… Why do I want to die? The answer is that living is painful.”

“Oh…” Roman said softly, “I would have thought a God would have an easy life.”

“Easy and painless are not the same,” Janus says softly, “People try to kill me on a monthly basis, Roman, and that’s barely scratching the surface.”

The pair were silent for a moment, before Roman gestured to the floor by Janus’ feet, “May I sit down?” He asked.

“You may,” Janus said. With permission, Roman folded to sit cross legged by Janus’ feet. He wondered silently why Roman’s attitude had changed so abruptly - minutes ago he’d been prepared to attempt to kill him. He wouldn’t ask though, instead simply ignoring him, resting his elbow on the uncomfortable arm of the throne and resting his chin atop his fist. 

Minutes spent in silence later, Roman must have shifted, because Janus felt his shoulder brush against his leg, sending a jolt of warmth through him, strong enough to make his gasp. He hoped Roman wouldn’t notice, but as the knight turned to look at him, he knew he wasn’t so lucky. 

“What was that?” Roman asked, frowning up at him - though the look seemed to be one of concern, Janus couldn’t be certain. 

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” Janus said, making a point to look forward instead of down at Roman. Unfortunately that left him unprepared for Roman laying his hand atop Janus’ knee. His whole leg jolted as he flinched away in surprise at the way the touch burned. 

“What are you doing to me,” Janus hissed, trying to sound menacing though he was fairly certain his fear and confusion were showing through his facade. 

Roman simply frowned, “How… How long has it been since someone touched you?”

For a moment, Janus couldn’t think of an answer because when he thought about it, Janus couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched by another person outside of combat. His silence seemed to be enough of an answer for Roman. 

“I didn’t know Gods could be touch starved,” Roman said softly. Janus’ frown deepened. 

“Will you stop being vague and let me in on whatever odd breakthrough you’re having?” He asked, voice tired but still a little snappish, Roman jumped.

“Oh- um…” he sighed, “I believe you might be touch starved.”

“...Meaning?” Janus asked, frowning down at the knight with a raised eyebrow.

“You’ve gone too long without touch,” Roman said, sighing, “So you aren’t used to it - people need touch to be happy.”

“I am not a person.” Janus pointed out, frowning, he wasn’t even sure why Roman was even still here - now he was telling him he had this strange sickness of some kind? Who did he think he was?

“You don’t have to be a human to be a person,” Roman pointed out, voice irritatingly soft.

Janus narrowed his eyes, “Why are you still here?”

“Why haven’t you told me to leave?” Roman challenged, Janus blinked. People didn’t usually stand up to him - well, not after trying and failing to kill him, anyway. They usually ran in fear after that - that’s how it always went.

Roman held his gaze for a long, quiet moment, before Janus sighed.

“I don’t know,” he said. Eventually, Roman’s expression became one of pity, maybe concern. 

“You…” Roman trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve, “Do you have anyone to talk to? Other Gods?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Janus said, tone growing icy. Roman frowned, but seemed to understand as he stood up.

“Well - I must get back to my village duties,” He said with a small smile, confusing Janus greatly - though he tried not to show it. Why on earth was he smiling?

“Good,” Janus said sharply, “Leave me be with your prying questions and annoying presence.”

Chuckling, the knight turned away, though the glint in his eyes certainly worried Janus - if only a little, though he tried immediately to get the sight out of his mind, “I will return here in a week's time - for no reason - perhaps I’ll bring some cookies.”

Janus frowned as he watched him leave. Was this mortal trying to tempt him, a God, to return to his own temple, with the promise of cookies? He said nothing as Roman walked away and continued to sit there once the knight was out of sight over the crest of the hill. Janus thought he shouldn’t come back next week - as the mortal was clearly inviting him to - but he wanted to. He really wanted to and Janus wasn’t one to deny himself what he wants despite having not wanted much other than death for the last few hundred years.

Despite that, and despite his harshness towards Sir Roman, he still wanted to see the strange mortal again.

So for the first time he actually kept track of the passing days and a week later he returned to that temple. For the first time he appeared before a knight without hoping that it would be the last time he did so. 

----

Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | next

Summary: Janus and his dad are both hurt and haunted by their past, it's time they'll talk about it with each other, and what's a better time than 2 in the morning?

Pairing: past anxceit, pre romantic roceit

Warnings: grief, mentions of past accident and death, regret, self deprecation, disability, insomnia. Let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,416

Hey folks! Sorry for the late update, this week was hectic for me omg. But I'm here to deliver you another unhealthy dose of angst horray! @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

Just stop thinking about him…

Stop thinking about Virgil…

He doesn't matter anymore…

You don't need him…

Janus turned in his bed, it was hard enough to find a position where his left leg hurt the least, but now he was so restless he couldn't stop moving and turning.

Why the fuck did he agree to go there? What was he thinking? All it did was bring back all the pain he spent so much time trying to push down…

It's not fair how Virgil can hurt him even when he's not there while he gets to laugh with his new friends and kiss Roman's soft lips whenever he pleases and-

No, that's not the time to be thinking of this… he needs to sleep…

Ugh who is he kidding? He's not going to sleep tonight…

With a sigh, he got up and went to get himself some water and maybe a - he checked the time - 2am snack.

When he got to the kitchen, however, it wasn't as dark and empty as he expected. His dad was sitting at the table, looking at a photo that, even though Janus couldn't see it, was obviously of his mom.

So, it's going to be one of these nights it seems… great.

"Hey dad.." Janus said softly but his dad still jumped in surprise.

"Oh! H-hwy buddy! What are you doing up?" His dad put up a smile that wasn't fooling any of them.

Janus raised an eyebrow, "I can ask you the same question… been thinking about her?" He asked softly.

His dad let out an empty chuckle, shaking his head, "I always think about her… I never stopped… but yeah, I am.." he admitted, his barely-put-together cheerful persona falling away to reveal his sad and tired face.

He gestured weakly for Janus to sit next to him and they both stared at the picture in silence for a long moment. The three of them laughing and covered in mud on the floor.

Janus remembered that day, it was the day before the accident… it just finished raining and the sun was coming out of the clouds, making a beautiful rainbow. Janus' mom insisted they'll go out and take a picture with it so they rushed outside, his dad bringing their old camera and setting it up. They all posed but at the last second, Janus' dad slipped on the mud, making all three of them fall with him and they all burst into laughter right when the timer went down and the camera clicked.

Janus stared at himself in that picture, happy and healthy and… normal. Sometimes he forgets he ever was that… normal. His father's sigh broke him out of his thoughts.

"I should have been there…" he said quietly.

Janus held back his tears at the sound of his dad's regretful tone, "don't… it doesn't help anything… it just hurts you when you think like that… we can't change what happened."

"I know… I know you're right… but the feeling is still there… I yelled at her…" he trailed off with a sob, "my last moments with her were spent arguing over stupid things that don't matter… don't mean anything like you two mean to me…" he buried his face in his hands, taking shaky breaths. "What would she think of me now…"

Janus laid a hand on his father's trembling shoulders, "you're doing your best, she would love you for it… just like I do."

His dad relaxed back into the chair, leaning his head over his son's shoulder and relaxing slowly. "Thank you, son… that means a lot.."

They stayed that way for a long moment, before his dad lifted his head to look at Janus, "and why are you up?"

Janus sighed, he was hoping to avoid this question… "just thoughts… won't stop pestering me, ya know?" He tried but it was clear his dad wasn't buying it.

He took a deep breath, "...I went to Virgil's the other day…" he started. He never actually told his dad what happened between them, but the man was smart enough and knew him well enough to have a pretty good guess of the reason behind Virgil's sudden disappearance. "...and now I can't stop thinking about him again.." he admitted.

His father nodded in understanding, "I see… you never really told what happened between you two." He said carefully.

Normally, Janus would brush off the question, but his dad seems to need a distraction like this right now and it's not like it's some big secret… he can't stop thinking about it now anyway so might as well tell someone.

So, Janus took a deep breath, "there's not much to tell, really… one day he just stopped answering my texts… he stopped being in our usual meeting stops… then, a week or so later… I see him hanging with the popular group at our school. Not even meeting my eyes… I just can't stop wondering what I could have possibly done or said that drove him away like that… was he only my friend because he thought I was his only choice?"

Janus didn't realize he was crying until his dad reached out and wiped the tears from his cheeks, "I'm sorry son, that's awful." He hugged him gently.

Janus sniffed and sighed, "I probably deserved it…" he said quietly.

His dad pulled away to look him in the eyes, "no, you didn't, what Virgil did was not okay, you hear me?" He said firmly.

Janus nodded weakly and his dad gave him a comforting smile. "Come on, we both need to go to bed."

And they each got up and went to their rooms to try and get some sleep before the sun came up.

…

He woke up to his phone ringing.

Frowning, he pulled the phone off the charger and looked to see who was calling him.

He almost dropped his phone when he saw it was Roman of all people. Does it have something to do with their project? But it's sunday, couldn't that wait until they see each other at school on monday?

Mind racing, he nervously answered and put the phone to his ear, "hello?"

Silence.

"Roman?"

"...are you okay?"

Janus frowned, looking at the clock, "you woke me up at 8 in the morning on sunday just to ask me that?"

"Sorry I just felt really bad over what happened at Virgil's and I just had to see how you were doing…"

Janus was glad it was a phone call and that Roman couldn't see his blush, "w-what do you have to feel bad about? It's between me and Virg-"

"I know but I knew you had a history and I still convinced you to go and I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would be so painful for you…"

Roman started bubbling as Janus just sat there, stunned, "...you… blame yourself on yesterday?" He asked suddenly, making Roman stop.

"Um… yes? I guess it's kinda dumb huh?" He heard Roman chuckle awkwardly.

"No it's… actually sweet…" Janus thought to himself with heated cheeks.

"What?"

Janus suddenly realized he said it out loud and hung up immediately, heart racing. What the fuck is he doing?

He waited anxiously to see if Roman would call again, but when nothing happened, he sighed in relief and went downstairs to start on making breakfast for him and his dad.

…

"Someone is up early, it smells amazing here." His father greeted him a few hours later as he walked into the kitchen, "can I help with anything?"

Janus turned from the pan on the stove to raise an eyebrow at his dad, "last time you 'helped' I almost had to call the fire department."

"Hey! That was not my fault! The instructions were very confusing!" His dad protested with a grin.

Janus just shook his head with a smile and turned back to the pancakes he was in the middle of making.

They were just about to sit down to eat when a knock was heard from the door.

With a sigh, Janus grubbed his cane and went to answer it.

He was feeling strangely better today. He never imagined telling his dad what happened would make much of a difference but… it really did. It still hurt, but it was more dull than before… weird.

He opened the door and nearly dropped his cane when he saw who it was.

"Um… hey…" said Virgil awkwardly, "c-can we talk?"

[anxiousgaypanicking]

hypno is my top tier favorite kink, so: who's your favorite ship to write hypno for, and what are some of your headcanons about it?

definitely either roceit or loceit!

for roceit - im stealing this from hypenotized - i like janus hypnotizing him to get off on every compliment given to him so he can properly internalize it! that way any bit of praise from the others (whether they know or not) feeds into his torturous arousal, but ultimately its janus at the end of the day who gets to control whether or not roman comes. does janus think romans properly appreciated himself? has he really ruminated on the compliments he was given? and whispers more soft, sweet praises into romans ear until romans so overwhelmed with pleasure he has an untouched orgasm milked out of him (followed of course by a gentle, proper one as appreciation from janus)

for loceit its anything that involves logan humiliating himself. working too hard? thats alright, janus will just make him a messy, empty-headed puppy thats left to drool and pant and bark as he humps januss boots and sucks his fingers. logan neglecting his physical needs? janus hypnotizes him to be constantly thirsty, drinking so much and either not physically being able to enter the bathroom or simply not realizing how full he is until janus points it out, until janus is simply snapping his fingers and logans pissing himself without being able to stop it because his body bends to januss whims

outside of janus ships i think id also enjoy logince (wonder why) where they hypnotize each other to humiliate each other, dumbing them down and making them do embarrassing favors, and letting them remember the next morning how quick they were to fuck themselves on toys and beg the other to touch them or how eager they were to choke on cock until their stomach was full of come

[roseianxiety]

Prove it

Roceit Week 2023, Day 3: Masquerade/Party/Dance

Content Warning: None

Author's Note: I had fun writing this one specifically, hope yall like it. The other day I wrote Janus being a gay mess now have Roman ;]

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

One of Roman's friends was throwing a fancy ball-like party for her birthday and as soon as he received the invitation, he was over the moon. Of course, he can't pass up an opportunity like this. He had to go! And he spent the day before the party going around the mall looking for a gift to give to his friend and for something extravagant to wear, he's got to slay at that party. After hours of searching, Roman finally found the perfect gift and outfit for the party. He bought a beautiful necklace with a matching set of earrings for her friend and him, he bought a glamorous and slick white and red suit and a few accessories.

When the big day arrived, Roman is practically bouncing off the walls with happiness. The whole time on the way there the thought keeps floating through his head and it is how excited he is to attend such a party. And now here he was;

"Wow!" Roman exclaimed as he stepped inside the party venue. The place was stunning, with twinkling lights, lush flower arrangements, and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Even though the party wasn’t very crowded yet, everyone seemed extremely busy doing their own thing, talking among themselves or mingling together. Once he spotted his friend, who was wearing a stunning ball gown and made his way over to her.

"Happy Birthday, !" he said, presenting her with the gift. She unwrapped it eagerly and let out a gasp of delight when she saw the necklace and earrings. "Oh my gosh, Roman, these are beautiful! Thank you so much!"

Roman grinned, "You're welcome," he said.

He then added, "Wow, this place is wonderful, Diane. And you look stunning in that gown, it's giving Cinderella vibes!" Roman giggles.

Diane laughed, "Thanks, Roman! I'm so glad you could make it. And you look amazing too, that suit is so unique and eye-catching!". Roman grinned at her complimenting words.

" Anyway, I can't stay long, Ro. I have to maintain the other guests and stuff. Enjoy yourself!" Diane told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Roman nodded, "Alright, good luck birthday girl." He watched his friend disappear into the crowd with a soft smile before walking towards the buffet table. As he was browsing through all those snacks, when he suddenly heard, “My my, fancy seeing you here, Roman~”.

Roman whipped around to find his one and only rival, Janus. He was Diane's older brother and Roman's long-term archnemesis. Roman's smile immediately faded at the sight of him. Janus was leaning against the table, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. "Janus," Roman greeted him coolly. "Nice to see you here as well." He says with a hint of sarcasm.

"I loooove your suit by the way, you look like a walking candy cane," Janus remarked, his smirk widening. Roman resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew Janus was just trying to get under his skin. "Thanks, I guess," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He then looked up and down at Janus, "Thank you, look like a proper villain in that suit." he retorted, not able to resist the opportunity for a comeback. Janus raised an eyebrow and smirked even wider. "Touche, Roman," he said.

Roman and Janus resumed their small-talk conversation, competing with one another's witty remarks. Roman made an effort to ignore Janus' remarks and concentrate on having fun at the party, but Janus' presence just served to irritate him more.

Roman found himself roaming about the party area as it continued, taking in the décor and watching people dance. He even began conversing with some of Diane's friends and enjoying himself. But every so often, he would catch a glimpse of Janus, who was always lurking in the shadows and sporting the same smug grin. God, he really was some villain wannabe. Roman couldn't help but feel like Janus was purposely trying to ruin his night. But he wasn't going to let him succeed. He was going to enjoy himself no matter what.

As the night wore on, Roman found himself dancing with some lovely stranger along with other people on the dance floor. He was having a great time and completely forgot about Janus' presence.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Speak of the devil.

Roman excused himself from his dance partner and turned around to face Janus. Roman narrowed his eyes at the other male, "What do you want?" he asked. Janus raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Just wanted to dance with you, Roman. Don't be so hostile," he said with a smirk. Roman wasn't buying it. He knew Janus too well to trust him. "I'll pass," he replied curtly.

"What? You're too afraid to have a lil dance with me or you just don't know how to dance?" Janus taunted. Roman glared at him, "For your information, I KNOW how to dance.". Janus chuckled, "Prove it then." He held out his hand, gesturing for Roman to take it. Roman hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He was going to show Janus how amazing he is at dancing. Finally, Roman took Janus' hand and pulled him closer as they began to dance.

Janus places a hand on Roman's shoulder while the other one holds Roman's hand. Roman placed his free hand on Janus' hip as they both danced to the music. Roman tried his best to ignore Janus' smug grin and focus on the dance. He moved gracefully, twirling Janus around and dipping him. For a moment, Roman almost forgot that he was dancing with his arch-nemesis.

Roman couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and attraction towards Janus as they moved to the music. Janus' hand on his shoulder felt firm, and his other hand holding onto Roman's was warm and steady. Roman had to admit, Janus was a good dancer, but he refused to let him know that. Instead, he tried to outdo him with his moves. Despite their rivalry and dislike for each other, he couldn't deny that there was something alluring about Janus. His scent, the way his body moved against Roman's, the heat that radiated from him; it was all so intoxicating. Roman's heart was beating faster and he could feel his body responding to Janus' touch.

Janus leaned in close to Roman's ear, his breath hot against his skin. "You're a good dancer," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Roman shuddered at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn't believe he was feeling this way about his rival.

"Thanks," Roman replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "You're not so bad yourself."

After dancing for a while longer, the song changed. They stopped their movements and Roman reluctantly released Janus' hold on him. Janus smiled playfully, causing Roman to blush slightly. Roman cleared his throat.

"Well, looks like we're done here," he said as he averted his eyes from Janus.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he said, stepping closer to Roman. "Don't you want to dance again?". Roman took a step back, trying to maintain some distance between them. "I think I've had enough dancing for tonight," he said, his voice a little shaky. Janus chuckled. "I'm quite disappointed, Roman," he said. "But if that's what you want, I won't force you to dance anymore."

Roman nodded, feeling relieved. He turned to leave but felt Janus grab his arm. He turned back to face him, his heart racing. Janus leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches away from Roman's. "You know, Roman," Janus whispered, his eyes locking onto Roman's. "I think there's more between us than just a rivalry."

Roman's breath caught in his throat. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do or say. Janus' lips brushed against his own, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "I'll see you around, Roman," Janus said, pulling away and giving him a sly smile before walking away.

Roman stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Janus disappear into the crowd. He was left with a million thoughts swirling through his head. He didn't know what to make of what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure; things between him and Janus were far from over

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @extraintrovertedalien (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

@roceit2023

[reseaseo]

Stray Italian Greyhound

Pairing: Romantic Roceit (Roman x Janus)

Summary: Janus has been dating Roman for five months and only just started to realize that maybe it’s real, that maybe he’s in love, that maybe he wants to move forward in their relationship. And he thinks he’s losing his mind because why would he let himself have that?

Notes: Human AU, just a 5K-worded fic about some soft, tender pining between idiots in love.

Preview: “Roman’s flying home next week,” Logan says, shrugging his shoulders.

Janus is quiet. He stares at the changing thumbnails on the television screen with each rhythmic click of the remote button. He imagines himself resting his head on a lap instead of the hard, leather cushion, imagines long fingers combing through his hair and a voice yelling at Logan to play an early aughts’ romcom or a Disney live-action remake. He feels sick to the stomach.

“What do I care about Roman coming home or not,” Janus mumbles.

Logan hums. “It seems that you care quite a lot. You just do a great job of hiding it.”

READ: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47986753