#nsfs roman

[lessthansafe]

Kinky Experimentation

Chapter Two: Dom/sub

Content Notes: Trans Roman, Dom/sub, Dom Roman, Sub Virgil, Orgasm delay, Pegging (Is it still pegging when they're both men?)

Roman plunged his tongue into Virgil’s mouth, relishing the soft breathless sound he made. Virgil’s weight on his lap was somehow both delightfully grounding and also made him feel wonderfully lightheaded. Or maybe that was a lack of air, all his focus on making out with his husband. 

Roman grabbed Virgil’s ass in his tight jeans, groping and massaging the soft muscle. He ran his tongue behind Virgil’s teeth, and Virgil nearly whimpered, a shudder running through him. 

Virgil broke away from the kiss, dropping his forehead to Roman’s shoulder and gasping for air. The soft bend of his neck was exposed, pale and inviting, and Roman pressed his heated lips against it, leaving little red smears from the lipstick that he’d put on hours ago. 

“What would you think,” Roman said breathily between kisses. “If we were to try something from our kinky list?” 

Virgil answered with a little nip to Roman’s shoulder. “If you’re offering to get me off, Princey, I’m down for just about anything right now.”

Roman edged his kisses up Virgil’s throat, adding in little scrapes of his teeth to make Virgil melt. “I was thinking… that I might like to… dom you a bit.” 

Virgil groaned, tipping his head to give Roman more access to his throat. “Sure, why not.” 

A flash of nervousness ran through Roman at the easy, almost flippant answer. He pulled back, waiting for Virgil to catch his eyes. “Are you sure?” 

Virgil of course caught the anxiety, a little wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “I mean, you’re still gonna follow all the rules we set before, aren’t you?” 

Roman nodded rapidly. “Of course! I just— I don’t want you to say yes without knowing what you’re saying it for.” 

Virgil leaned in, resting his forehead against Roman’s. “I’m saying yes to having my very hot husband boss me around for a bit. Maybe embarrass me a little, probably tease me, and definitely fuck me.” He kissed the tip of Roman’s nose. “That’ll be my order, and you can make all the rest.” 

Roman’s worries eased. He kissed Virgil softly, holding him close. “Didn’t think the sub got to make any orders,” he murmured against Virgil’s lips. 

“I already did it,” Virgil said teasingly. 

“Brat,” Roman teased back, claiming Virgil’s mouth. 

Virgil made another of those intoxicating sounds, his fingers tangling in the small hairs at Roman’s nape. 

“Not today,” Virgil breathed. “Today I’m trying to be good for you.” 

Roman groaned, desire pooling within him, hot and liquid. “Take your shirt off.” 

Virgil leaned back, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it over the arm of the couch, his shirt quickly following. Roman stared in awe, his body delighting him just as much now as it had the first time he’d seen it. He set his hands against Virgil’s stomach, tracing along where his jeans bit into the fat of his hips. 

“Put on a show for me, love,” Roman instructed, his head spinning slightly with Virgil’s heated gaze fixed on him. 

Virgil’s hands joined his, trailing over his stomach and hips before dragging up over his chest, squeezing at his pecs and tracing over his nipples. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Roman moaned, gripping Virgil’s hips and guiding him to grind into Roman’s lap. “My pretty little stormcloud. So hot and so good for me.” 

Virgil bit his lip, his face coloring as he ground down on Roman and played with his chest. The tension between them grew, sparks of arousal flickering with every drag of Virgil’s hips. 

Roman leaned in to suck a hickey on Virgil’s collarbone, prompting Virgil to groan so very prettily. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Roman asked, leaving more marks along Virgil’s throat and shoulders. 

“Yes,” Virgil said breathlessly, his hips stuttering against Roman’s. “Yes, please.” 

Roman leaned back against the couch, watching for another few moments. “Go and get the strap you want to be fucked with then. Be naked when you come back.”

Virgil’s mouth dropped open, a hungry flicker in his eyes. He clambered off of Roman and went upstairs to get one of their strap ons. 

Roman peeled his own clothes off, damp with sweat and arousal. He was achingly hard by now, throbbing with desire. Virgil was so hot, and all his. 

He barely had gotten his clothes off when Virgil returned, bringing also the harness and a bottle of lube. 

“Good boy,” Roman praised, staring unashamedly at Virgil’s hard cock, now free of the tight jeans. “Kneel.” 

Virgil balked slightly, his face turned bright red. But he slowly dropped to one knee, and then both. He chewed on his lip, nervous and awkward. 

Roman wasn’t sure if he’d ever looked more sexy. He reached down to touch himself, never breaking eye contact with Virgil. 

“So good for me,” Roman moaned. “So perfect. Now put the harness on me.” 

Virgil’s expression brightened from embarrassment to lust. He loved it when Roman let him put the harness on. Roman wasn’t exactly sure of all the details of why, but he knew just how hot Virgil thought it was, as his hands slid around Roman’s thighs and waist, lining everything up just right. 

He’d picked an excellent dick too. Not so thick, but on the longer side, and with a base that molded around Roman, vibrating at the touch of a button. 

Virgil’s hand hovered over the button when he’d finished tightening the last strap. “May I?” He asked. 

The sheer gentleness and submissiveness in his tone set Roman on fire. He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. 

Virgil turned on the vibrations and Roman groaned, bending forward slightly as his arousal spiked fiercely. 

“Bend over the couch,” he gasped. 

Virgil’s eyes sparkled. He dashed to the couch, following Roman’s order perfectly. 

“You’re so hot like this,” Roman moaned, a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from an orgasm before he even made it inside Virgil. 

“You should see yourself,” Virgil shot back, his eyes dark and blown wide. 

“Oh yeah?” Roman said, pouring lube onto his fingers. “Tell me.” 

Virgil moaned as Roman circled his hole. “You’re- you’re confident… ordering like you, hnnnnn, like you own me….”

Roman slowly pumped his finger in and out, far more slowly than he knew Virgil preferred. But he wanted him capable of talking. Wanted to hear what he would say. 

“It’s hot…” Virgil continued, his voice getting slightly shaky. “I like— I like you in charge… don’t have to- to guess what’ll make you happy…”

“You always make me happy,” Roman said, groping Virgil’s ass with his free hand. “You’re always so good for me. Taking orders is just a perfect next step.” 

Virgil moaned shakily as Roman pressed a second finger inside him. 

“Please, can you… faster please,” Virgil moaned, his tone getting the precious, desperate, whiny tone Roman adored. 

“Beg me for it,” Roman answered, a heady rush of power filling him. 

Virgil whined, not saying anything for a long minute. “Please… Roman please. Please fuck me faster.” 

Roman trembled, arousal surging through him so strongly he nearly came right then. He sped up his fingers, jolts of need filling him with every sound Virgil made. 

“Fuck yes,” Virgil moaned, subtly spreading his legs wider. “Roman, Roman, feels so good… please, let me have your cock. Please. I’m ready I swear. Please Roman.” 

Roman battled to hold back his orgasm. Next time he was going to plan to have more than one. Going to figure out timings so he could still fuck Virgil without getting oversensitive. He wanted to do this over and over again. His husband, sweetly begging and being so good for him. So precious and perfect. 

Roman didn’t have to retrieve the bottle of lube. He was dripping down his own thighs so much that he swiped his hand between his legs and had more than enough to coat the dick. 

Roman pressed the tip to Virgil’s opening, the pressure pushing the base of the strap into his dick, nearly overwhelming him with pleasure. Roman’s legs trembled, and he bit down hard on his lip, pushing into Virgil. 

Virgil moaned, arching beautifully under Roman. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes!”

Roman paused for just a moment before setting a rapid pace, pounding into Virgil, rocking his body against the couch with every thrust. Roman’s vision filled with stars, so filled with pleasure he couldn’t think about what he was doing anymore, moving on instinct, chasing Virgil’s orgasm before he’d allow himself his own. 

Virgil came with a cry of Roman’s name, painting the side of the couch white. Roman’s orgasm crashed over him, and he gripped onto Virgil as his knees buckled. 

Roman couldn’t move until overstimulation drove him to, pulling out and turning off the strap on. He practically collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. Virgil flopped next to him, reaching an arm around him. 

“That good, huh?” Virgil said, slightly teasing despite the rough, fucked out tone of his own voice. 

Roman just nodded, not capable of much more yet. “Uh huh.” 

Virgil sighed happily. “Love seeing you like that.” 

Roman tugged weakly at Virgil, pulling him closer. 

Virgil laid his head on Roman’s bare chest, his arm circling over his stomach. 

••^*^••

After a rest, and a fair amount of cleaning up, including some awkward googling trying to figure out how to get semen out of the couch, Roman and Virgil curled up next to each other. 

“If you also enjoyed it, I would really like to do that again,” Roman said, a touch nervous. 

“If I also enjoyed it,” Virgil repeated, a mocking tone to his voice. “Was begging for your cock and screaming your name as I came not a good enough hint?” 

Roman flushed. “Well… I told you to do the first one…” 

Virgil poked him. “I wouldn’t‘ve done it if I didn’t also want to. That’s part of the point, isn’t it?” 

Roman nodded. “I just… worried, I guess.” 

Virgil stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh, now it’s husband’s turn to feel the anxiety.” 

Roman kissed him, nipping gently at the tip of his tongue. 

Virgil let out a little chuckle, beaming at him. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. It would be incredibly hot to do again.” 

Roman kissed his cheek. “Next time I am taking advantage of my shorter refractory period.” 

“Oh?” Virgil said, very interested. “Did I make you that horny, looking up at you from my knees?” 

Roman turned his head away, but not fast enough, as Virgil let out a startled laugh. 

“Oh, I am taking advantage of that one,” Virgil promised, grinning mischievously. “I’ll never have to take the trash out again.” 

Roman hid his face. He understood now how Virgil had felt last time they’d talked after sex. It was mortifying to have it be so known what had worked him up now that they were calm and out of the moment. Though… 

“You drop to your knees and ask, and you’d never have to do anything you didn’t want to,” he mumbled. “I don’t think I could refuse that no matter how hard I tried.” 

Virgil grinned proudly. “Course, then I’d be fucked over every piece of furniture in the house within a month. Even I have to take a break sometimes.” 

It was a gentle out, Roman could tell. He kissed Virgil’s cheek again, wanting closeness, but not ready to meet his eyes again yet. 

“I wonder, if I did try bratting, would you love me or hate me for it?” Virgil said, half a question and half serious. 

“I could never hate you,” Roman said firmly. 

Virgil pushed him lightly. “You know what I mean. Do you think you’d like it?” 

Roman considered it seriously. “I… I loved you obeying, and being good. So if you intentionally weren’t, I’m not sure how much I might like it? But it might make it even more satisfying when I got you to give in and be good at the end.” 

Virgil nodded slowly. “It might be a bit harder? In a way? Than what we’ve been doing. Cause like… there’s a bit of a fight back and forth, and we get really caught up in fights.” 

“At least this time I’ll know I’ll win,” Roman teased. 

Virgil made a face at him. 

Roman tugged him closer. “We’ll have to be more careful. Check in on each other during it. And we don’t have to try that until we feel ready.” 

Virgil nodded, leaning against him. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

[rookscastle]

love to put this man in situations 😁

(minors DNI)

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Has anyone seen those low melt point candles that look like flowers for wax play? I think those were made for Roman sanders in particular

[bottomloganagenda]

Something I wrote when insomnia was hitting really hard and I was having some issues

Tags for this one

Remus/Roman

Genderfluid Roman (not too explored in this but it's there), vaginal fingering, incest, maybe a little dubcony

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This was getting ridiculous, it has been a week and Roman still hasn't been able to get himself off

He has tried almost every night, and it's not from lack of being turned on, he lays in bed, pussy almost dripping wet

The imagination was an amazing place and sometimes Roman felt better like that

Felt better mentally maybe but God, was he not feeling great sexually

It was another night of being so so close he just needed a little more, a little more what he wasn't sure but he figured it must've been something

He'd been so lost in his thoughts, with his hands, one playing with his clit the other two fingers deep in himself

He was so lost trying to reach that peak that he didn't feel the bed dip or notice someone there until he heard a noise causing him to stop his movements and open his eyes quickly

He jumped back when he saw his intruder

"Remus" he snapped "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded

"Roman I share this room with you"He states not inching closer, but eyes looking at Roman with intent "I hear you every night desperate to get off, begging to cum" This time he does move, but he just places his hand on Romans sweaty calf "The moans and sighs and sounds of despair, Roman it's not fair having to listen to you"

He always thought that Remus wasn't around, it's not like he would have continued doing what he was doing had he thought Remus could hear him, but that doesn't give him the right to just come in here

"I'm sorry I was being loud" He apologized "I wouldn't have been doing this had I thought you could here, but that doesn't give the right to come in here while I'm in the middle of" He cuts himself off, when he feels Remus's hand start to so slowly slide up his leg

Roman lets out a whimper as Remus hand moves up to his thigh, stopping there

"Wh-what are you doing" Roman asks trying to distract himself from how Remus even just doing that has him feeling, well feeling something

"I'm just offering you help, Princy" He says with a mischievous smile "Hearing you moan and whine these past few nights have been about to drive me crazy" He keeps his hand on Romans thigh but moves his body closer, his face now inches from Roman, if Roman just moved a little closer he could connect their lips, why does he want so bad to move himself closer

"Why would I want you to help me?" he bites back but he knows it probably doesn't sound as rough as he wants, especially with the whine that escapes him when Remus's hand moves even closer

"Because you're so desperate, you'd probably let anyone take you right now and I'm offering" Roman wants to say something back, to fight but instead what comes out is a moan

Remus grins at that, him looking like a predator that has just trapped his prey

"Do you like that, Princy?" He asks, Roman nods he can't lie right now, and he's not sure he wants to "Do you like when your brother offers to help get you off, because You're a pathetic mess, who can't even get himself off"

"Remus" Roman whines, something about Remus's words and how close he is has Roman feeling so turned on he can't help it "Please" He sighs still so close to Remus's lips

Remus connects their lips deeping the kiss immediately, his teeth biting at Romans lips, his tongue rooming licking at any place it can

Eventually they part and Remus moves to Romans neck kissing and nibbling at it, before biting down a mark, Romans hands grip onto Remus's hair holding not too gently which from the sound he gets from Remus he can tell he did something good

"Look at you" Remus says pulling away and moving to remove his clothes, Roman can't even bring himself to care about the whine that escapes him at the loss of contact "Desperate and marked up, everyone is gonna know you've been fucked but a dark Side" he sneers getting back to Roman, going back to marking up his neck "not just any dark Side" he teases his hand slowly inching closer to where Roman is desperate "your brother"

Roman can't even retort back, he feels almost ashamed to be already this much of a mess and Remus hasn't even touched him yet

As Remus's hand slides up further Roman instinctively opens his legs wider

"Already so willing, what a good Prince" Roman moans something about how Remus says that has fluttering in his stomach, and then Remus's hand finally touches the area Roman is aching, his finger just hitting his folds but he can already tell how wet Roman is "Or should I say Princess" Remus says pushing a finger into Romans cunt

Roman moans louder then he already has tonight, he's unsure if it's from finally being touched or from the nickname

"Is that what you want, Roman" Remus says breathing hot against Romans ear while adding another finger slowly fucking into Roman "to be my good little princes"

And something in that breaks Roman he finds himself grinding down onto Remus finger

"Yes, yes please" He babbles out as Remus continues to fucking him with his fingers "Yes, Re wanna be your good princess, want you to make me feel so good, oh, fuck, please" he can't stop the words from flowing out of him as Remus fucks into him with his fingers

"Oh, God, Remus" He shouts as Remus cups his hand so while his fingers are in Roman his palm is against Romans clit

Roman immediately grinds down against his hand, feeling that oh so familiar feeling, that building in his stomach, his so close, so so close

"Please" he cries, he doesn't know what he's asking for but something

"What do you need, my princess" Remus says and the way he says that my princess, the possessiveness in his voice, has Roman coming undone, his orgasm ripping through him with a shout loud enough that if they lived in a normal house he would be worried about waking the others

Remus removes his hand from Roman, he sits on the bed, and Roman can't quite read his expression

Roman lays there trying to catch his breath

"Remus" he says unsure, how do you come back from this?

Remus looks at him with a smile, not one like a predator like before but one that was gentle

"Would you" he starts embarrassed, his brother just gave him the best orgasm of his life and yet he finds himself embarrassed about this "would you please lay with me?" He asks moving a little to allow more room in the bed, if Remus does so choose to lay with him

"Of course Princess" Remus laughs getting into the bed,he lays behind Roman wrapping his arms around him

It's quiet and Roman for the first time in weeks feels relaxed

"Hey, Roman" Remus breaks the silence

"Yeah"

"Was the princess thing a kink or would you rather I use it all the time?" Roman doesn't really wanna have this conversation now, but Remus asked so genuine and almost shy like he's worried about saying something wrong

Roman takes a breath

"It's not just a kink thing" He says turning over in Remus's arms to look at him "Sometimes I wanna be Princess and sometimes I wanna be Prince and some days I don't care which"

"Okay" He says simply, Roman is surprised he has no more questions

Roman yawns, finally able to feel tired now that he's no longer tense

He turns around again to get comfortable in Remus's arms, he moves closer to Remus, and feels something poking his backside

"You didn't get off" He says apologetically

"My focus was on you, don't worry" he kisses Romans head "you can make it up to me after we sleep"

That hits Roman, the idea of more, he should be applauded but instead he's excited

"Okay"He says with another yawn "Goodnight Remus"

"Goodnight, My princess"

[far-from-fran]

Roman, one drink in: Janus? I hate that guy, lol.

Roman, two drinks in: I need him bouncing and moaning on it.

[vulgarvixxen]

Roman being a birthday whore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[romansgoodluckcharm]

Roman dolling himself up specifically for you to ravage him. She makes sure her lipstick is easy to smear and his stockings easy to tear. He wants you to look at him and only picture the fucked-out dumbed-down mess you'll soon turn her into

[misery-bitchness-moved]

Roman Accidentally Creates a Doppelgänger

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virgil…

“Roman?”

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

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

“Princey~”

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

Roman felt his breathing stop and his heart rate spike.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock knock!

“Hey, Princey! Open up!”

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

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

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

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

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

Right. Real Virgil. Right outside his door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Roman~”

“Goddammit.”

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

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

“Remus didn’t make me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

[tulipanthousa]

Cotton and Down

Virgil has a very happy birthday.

Pairing: romantic prinxiety

Word count: 1368

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

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

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

thank you to @teacupfulofstarshine for beta reading!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How bad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, harder, harder -”

“Say it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C’mere,” murmured Roman.

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

“Hello, Angel,” he crooned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re perfect,” sighed Virgil.

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

“All mine.”

Roman chuckled.

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

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

Roman froze for a moment, before melting completely.

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

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

He had plenty of time to tell him again.

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[moonbeam-dragon]

Unpublished Prinxiety

[lessthansafe]

oooh, playing with sensory deprivation would be neat. Like, "you are going to wear this blindfold and lie quietly and I am going to touch you"

Content Warnings: Sensory deprivation, bondage, a bit of implied dom/sub, handjobs

“Okay, shush.”

Roman blinked, his breath still hitching from frustration.

“You’ve been thinking too much. Creating too much. Outputting everything from your mind. You need to slow down. Need to have nothing required from you.”

Roman found himself nodding to Logan’s words.

Logan’s expression softened. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

Roman followed Logan to his room.

“Take your clothes off. You don’t need to make it a show, I’m going to do all the work here. This is about you.”

“I don’t… I don’t get it,” Roman said, following Logan’s instructions anyway.

“What is it you don’t understand?” Logan said, helping with buttons and zippers.

“Why you— or, why I don’t have to— it’s all my own job. It’s not like I’ve done anything special.”

Logan stared into his eyes, steady and unflinching. “Your job is special. You are special, Roman. You have done enough to deserve reward. To deserve rest. And I choose to give it.”

Roman blinked, tears rising up unexpectedly.

“Just lay down,” Logan coaxed. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Roman laid down on the bed, his lip slightly trembling still from Logan’s words.

Logan gently laid a blindfold over his eyes, fastening it behind his head. Roman opened his mouth to question, but Logan just set a finger over his lips.

“Shhh. I’m going to cover your ears too. Just lay there and relax.”

The confidence in that sent a shiver through Roman. Logan was going to cover his ears. And then he’d be doing something for Roman to just take. His breath was coming faster, a slow heat pooling in his abdomen before Logan even touched him.

“I- I don’t want to have to work to be still,” Roman said, biting his lip at his audacity.

But there was a low, almost predatory chuckle. “Of course I won’t make you work for that. This is meant to relax you, after all.”

Logan’s hands stroked slowly along each of Roman’s limbs, wrapping soft ropes around them and pulling them out gently taut. Roman shivered with anticipation, every chaste touch working him up more.

“Keep biting your lip like that and I’ll make it so you can’t,” Logan promised, before sliding something over Roman’s ears and shutting out the sound of the world.

It wasn’t entirely silent, a soft music playing faintly through what must be headphones. But Roman could hear nothing else. He jolted when a hand stroked over his chest, rubbing gently.

Roman tried to relax into the massage, but his mind still raced, always thinking of what could be next, of where the sliding, groping hands might go next.

A finger tapped against his mouth made him realize he was biting at his lip again. “Sorry.”

Almost as if it were a reward for obeying, a hand closed around his cock, slick and wet and moving immediately. Roman moaned, arching into the feeling, relishing the sensation, thoughts flying away from him. As he arched his back, something soft was shoved underneath, holding him in that position.

Roman was making sounds. His mouth was open and his throat vibrated. But he couldn’t hear them past the headphones. He didn’t have any volume control or way to sense if he was sounding embarrassing or strange.

All he knew was the hand stroking him closer and closer to orgasm, so warm and kind and perfect. Heat flowed through him, seeming to follow all the same paths of the massage beforehand, tingling sensation spreading everywhere. Roman’s hips jerked, trying to buck into the pleasure, but he could scarcely move an inch, either forward or away.

His orgasm built embarrassingly quickly, but Roman barely cared, only wanting the pleasure to continue.

“I’m- I’m c-close…” he stuttered, moaning as the hand sped up slightly.

Logan’s mouth sealed over his, kissing him deeply and swallowing the shout as he spilled over his fingers. He kept stroking him through his orgasm, ensuring Roman had the most pleasure possible.

Roman slumped against the mattress, panting in the afterglow.

It was a shame it was over so soon. He’d enjoyed this very much.

But the hands didn’t reach for the blindfold, or for the ropes on his wrists and ankles. Instead they started massaging again, deep, firm pressure in his thighs and warm circles around his torso. Roman sighed, content to be pampered a bit afterwards.

Until slick fingers brushed against his hole.

Oh.

Oh it was not over.

And might not be for quite a while.

[rookscastle]

we all know roman likes having his hair pulled so now imagine this. patton and roman watching a movie on the living room. roman is lying down with his head on patton's lap, and patton's running his fingers through his hair. every once in a while, he'll pull a little, just to tease. he'll ask roman what's wrong any time a whimper slips out of him, and act as if nothing's happened. by the end of the movie, roman's a complete, blushing mess, and patton has to sink them out to his room to take care of him.

[allabtnsfw]

Any sander sides nsfw discord servers I can join?? I can’t find any and I’d rlly love to join some 🙏

[bottomloganagenda]

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Roman/Virgil

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

"Like what you see Princy" Virgil teased

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

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

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

Roman runs his hands along Virgil's sides

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

The nickname sends a peasant shiver throughout Virgil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Virgil grins "I believe that is what I said"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck" Virgil moans out at the feeling

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

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

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

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

Roman adds another finger taking his time opening Virgil up

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Princy" Virgil sighs

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

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

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

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

Which he does his pace losing the rhythm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"S-so close Princy" Virgil says

"Me too, Princess" Roman sighs into his ear

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We should probably get cleaned up"

Virgil makes a dismissive noise snuggling closer to Roman

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

"Okay" Roman chuckles softly "Rest first"

[misery-bitchness]

The Villain and Damsel Conquer the Hero

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

Content warnings: consensual non consent, hypnokink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BAM!

“Unhand him this instant, you foul fiend!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The prince squeezed his eyes back shut on reflex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on, loves, use your mouths.”

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

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

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

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

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

[emo-nightmares]

drunk!Roman Headcanon(s), feat: Roceit.

Roman is the super affectionate/emotional drunk, that gives out the weirdest compliments.

Roman, drunk: "I love the way you molt, baby. It's so beautiful to get to fall in love with the new you every time.🥺" Janus: Filing divorce papers.

Janus: Wrinkles his nose slightly.

Roman, still drunk: 😍🥰🥹🥺💖💕❤️❤️‍🔥💝❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍