#roceit smut

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Sweat

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Five: Sweat Warnings: sex, hickeys, sweat/musk fetishes

"Can I help you work out?" Janus asks, stepping into Roman's workout room. Roman was still getting ready, unzipping his jacket  before tossing it onto his workout bag, already set to the side, out of the way on the floor. He looks like he's finishing up stretching, as he gives his toes one last touch, before standing up fully and twisting side to side. 

Though, he looks a little surprised at Janus's question, and moves to grab his water bottle and towel out. As he sets both nearby a mat, he shrugs. 

"Sure, I guess," Roman responds, before then peeling his shirt off, revealing his nice, muscular chest. Janus eyes him up without a second thought. "I don't know how exactly you're going to help, but it's nice to have a partner." 

Janus moves closer to him, and glides his hands briefly over Roman's muscular chest. Roman lets him, cheeks pink, before backing up and kneeling onto a mat on the floor, in a planking position with one knee on the ground.

"I could 'spot' you, perhaps," Janus muses, leaning over Roman as he takes out his earbuds so he can better hear Janus. They're placed into a neat white case, and tossed into his bag, before Roman turns to look at Janus. He stares for a moment, before cracking a smile and laughing softly, shaking his head before allowing it to fall back to the mat. 

"You have to be able to lift a good amount of weight to spot somebody," Roman responds, still smiling, "and you complain when I make you carry the jug of milk inside." 

"It's always cold," Janus complains, as he watches Roman flex briefly as he lifts his knee up, and fully holds himself in a plank. "And slick with condensation. I can never get a good grip. It's much better when you carry it inside." 

Roman laughs again, but doesn't turn to look at him this time, instead letting his elbows bend to a nine degree angle as he sinks, thick pecs nearly pressing against the mat below him, before Roman lifts himself back up, successfully doing one push-up. Watching Roman sink down a second time, Janus develops an idea. 

He kicks his shoes off, before suddenly Roman feels extra weight on his back. 

His head cranes up to look at Janus as he pushes himself back up to his starting position. A little surprised, he asks "what are you doing?" 

Janus crosses his legs into a criss-cross position, sitting prettily atop Roman. He reaches to run his fingers through Roman's hair, as he merely responds "helping you out. After all, you must be used to regular push-ups. I'm adding a bit of extra weight." 

"This is hardly more of a workout. I carry you around all the time!"

Smiling wide, Janus claims "then surely doing fifty-or-so push-ups will be easy!" 

Roman's bottom lip juts out in a pout, a bit bitter at Janus's underestimation of him. Doing fifty reps in a single set is no problem, and of course Roman didn't intend on stopping after a single set! So, he huffs as he replies "fine. I will. Get comfortable."

He lowers himself down, and pushes himself back up with practiced ease, making Janus laugh softly as he offers Roman a few compliments of "good job," and "you're so strong." Janus's words make him flush, but he keeps his head steady as he pushes himself down again. 

However, as he nears ten, he feels a bit of strain in his arms. 

After all, Janus sitting on his back wasn't the same as carrying him around bridal-style. Roman was actively moving his body weight up and down with each push-up, and while that may normally be easy, Janus was an extra hundred-and-fifty pounds atop that, of which Roman had neglected to account for. It was extra weight he was now having to lift with every push upwards, and weight he had to keep balanced when he'd lower himself down. 

"Come on, darling," Janus encourages, as if noticing Roman's newfound difficulty. "You've got this. You were so confident in yourself!" 

Roman lets out a little noise - akin to a whine - but finally lets his head hang as he sinks down into another low push-up position. 

He knows it's improper form. His head should stay up; his eyes should not be trained on the floor, and yet he's staring directly at the mat beneath him. Up, and down, and up, and down. It's a nice repetitive motion, and when he starts to focus on that, as opposed to Janus on top of him, he's actually able to finish his set. Albeit trembling by his fiftieth push-up. 

"Good job!" Janus congratulates him, sliding off of Roman as Roman allows his knees to fall back onto the floor, sitting back on them as he reaches for his towel. He dabs the soft material against his glistening forehead, before turning to look at Janus's smiling form. 

He's standing straight, hands clasped behind his back as he watches Roman. When he realizes he has Roman's attention on him, he asks "what's next?" 

Roman glances around his work room, before sitting back on his mat. He needs to give his arms a rest, and so he stretches his legs out, before laying back and pulling his knees up. 

"Sit ups." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "Really; more core workouts? No weights, or pull ups?" 

"Do you want my arms to fall off?" 

Janus laughs as Roman tucks his hands behind his head, and moves closer to him, straddling Roman's waist. He makes sure to sit far enough back so that he wouldn't be pushed backwards when Roman sits up, and rests his back against Roman's knees. 

This position makes Roman smile slightly, as he asks "now what are you doing?" 

Janus grins right back as he responds with "motivating you. Now go on; get going. Show me how a big, strong man like you does a sit-up." 

So, Roman does. His core flexes as he pulls himself up, until he comes face to face with Janus, who stares at him for a minute, before quickly pecking Roman's lips. 

"One," he says, before he sets his hands on Roman's chest - specifically on his pecs - and pushes him back down. He can't help himself from giving his muscles a squeeze, and grinning at the way Roman's eyes dart between Janus's hands and his face. 

Roman's cheeks are bright pink as he seemingly realizes what Janus meant when he said "motivation." 

Pushing himself up again, this time Roman's more ready to accept the kiss, cocking his head slightly to the side in order to make it a little less awkward when they press their lips together, before Janus is pushing him down again, all too quickly in Roman's opinion. He hardly gets through ten sit-ups before he's whining about that fact. 

"Let me kiss you a little longer!" he protests, hands sliding from behind his head to Janus's thighs, holding them firmly. 

Janus merely laughs at him. "That wouldn't be very good motivation from my end. If I let you kiss me all willy-nilly, you won't have to keep doing sit-ups to earn my affection!" 

"I shouldn't have to earn you affection!" Roman pouts.

Janus leans over Roman slightly, hands once again running over Roman's muscular torso, dipping his fingers into the crevices of his abs, and then between his cleavage, which had build up quite a bit of sweat from just a minimal workout. 

Janus's forked tongue briefly flickers out of his mouth, and his eyes flutter shut as it draws back in. 

"You stink," Janus says, making Roman promptly frown, but Janus is clearly offering the words as a compliment. 

"I'll shower when I'm done." 

Janus strokes Roman's face, before twirling one of his pretty locks of hair. "You must let me join you when you do, but for now, I think you're onto weights." 

"I haven't even finished my sit-ups-" 

But Janus is already standing up, leaving Roman on his back as Janus moves to a nearby cushioned work-out bench, and Roman's little shelf of weights nearby it. They range from five pounds to fifty pounds, but Janus has only ever seen Roman use the thirties. He's half tempted to grab them for Roman, but decides quickly after that this isn't his workout, and he doesn't really feel like lifting. 

Roman, like a clingy puppy, scrambles to follow. 

He grabs a pair of weights from his weight rack, and sets himself down on the bench, struggling to stay still as Janus shamelessly slides onto Roman's lap. He faces Roman, or more specifically Roman's chest, and presses a few soft kisses over his muscles. 

"Get going," Janus then says, as he presses his cheek against Roman's torso. "You haven't even completed a full set though. What's your routine? Fifty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, fifty reps?" 

Roman mutters something about how he didn't even do fifty sit-ups, but gets easily distracted when Janus's tongue slips out of his mouth again, as Janus drinks in the musk slowly filling the room. 

Roman lifts a weight with his left hand, folding his elbow in as he raises the dumbbell to his shoulder, before it's lowered, and his right hand is raised instead, repeating the action. He alternates between them, lifting the left dumbbell up, and lowering the right down, and then lifting the right up as the left descends. 

He tries to ignore Janus's lips pressing over his front, worshipping his chest with small kisses and an occasional suck, leaving a few pretty red-purple marks over Roman's skin, but this proves continuously difficult. 

"Janus," Roman whines, as his arms shake. He tries to focus on his reps, but he can't. 

"You're not done already, are you?" Janus asks, not bothering to look up at Roman as he instead drags his tongue between Roman's cleavage, sweat tainting his tongue and invading his mouth and nose, which Janus likes a lot more than he should. Roman's face goes dark red, and he finally drops his weights to the floor as Janus moves from between his pecs to one of them in particular, and wraps his mouth around it. 

His tongue drags over the sensitive bud, licking circles around it, as his eyes finally flick upwards, catching Roman's. Roman groans out of embarrassment, before one of his big hands comes to tangle in Janus's hair, holding him firmly against Roman's relaxed - and thus soft - pectoral. 

Panting, Roman's forced to feel Janus's other hand climbing his torso to squeeze and grope at his other breast, pinching his nipple almost painfully until Roman finally lets out a moan, and, very carefully, flips their positions. 

Instead of Janus being on his lap, he's laid against the workout bench, his mouth finally detaching from Roman's chest and leaving his nipple a dark red, and swollen. It'll hurt by tomorrow, but for now it just makes Roman whine when Janus reaches his hand up to roughly drag his thumb over it. 

"What workout is this?" Janus murmurs, as Roman struggles to position himself on the thin workout bench. It definitely was a lot more inconvenient than a bed, but he was making due with what they had. 

Roman, flushed, answers "sex." 

Humming, Janus nods. "Ah, I see. Did you know sex allows you to burn three-to-five calories per minute? And it involves the use of various muscles!" 

"Did Logan tell you that?" 

Janus's eyes shine mischievously. "No, I researched that myself." 

Janus's shirt is pulled off, and his pants follow suit, with his boxers joining the messy pile of discarded clothing mere seconds later. Thanks to the bit of working out that's already been done, and Roman's general fluster being quite pungent, the room was warm enough for Janus to be comfortable, and smelled so much like Roman that Janus's tongue kept sneaking past his lips in order to taste the musky air. 

Roman briefly has to abandon Janus to go dig through his workout bag, from which he sheepishly pulls out a small bottle of lube. 

"Aw," Janus begins, teasingly, "do you think of me sometimes while you're in here?" 

Roman avoids meeting his eyes. "The room gets hot... and... you know..." He can't complete a full sentence, but the implications are clear, and quite adorable. 

Roman sits between Janus's legs - spread so that they were hanging off the side of the bench - and lets Roman maneuver him so that his lubed up fingers could be comfortably pressed against Janus's hole. 

And Janus just lets out a soft moan as Roman pushes his fingers inside of him. 

Roman's thick digits stretch him out, and feel so nice scissoring his hole open, despite the fact Janus quite frankly didn't need it. Slowly, Roman pumps his fingers in and out of Janus, flushed at the visual of Janus leaning so casually back against his workout bench and stretching his arms above his head like some sort of harlot tempting him to be rougher. 

Roman's fingers drag out slowly, but he lubes his cock up quick, making sure it's covered fully and pressed against Janus's hole before he's setting his forearms on either side of Janus's face. 

The faintest of blushes dusts Janus's cheeks, leaving Roman to briefly wonder if he's truly flustered, or if the room is just getting too warm for the two of them to handle. 

"Ready?" Roman asks, which just earns a soft laugh as Janus reaches up to smooth Roman's sweaty hair back. 

"Of course I am."

Roman needs no further prompting as he pushes into Janus's hole, slow and steady, groaning into Janus's ear as Janus's hands slide up his arms, and then slide across his back. 

"You're glistening," Janus moans, as Roman's cock slides deep into him. "Is this making you hot?" 

"It's still exercise," Roman responds, breathily. He's already panting into Janus's ear, which is adorably cute. As Janus's nails scratch at Roman's head, he feels moisture soak into the pads of his fingers. Furthermore, Roman's forehead shines with sweat threatening to roll down in beads and drip off. Janus hopes they do. 

 Roman pulls his cock out slow, and then pushes it back in quick, making Janus moan as his nails dig hard into Roman's head and shoulders. 

"So- so strong," Janus pants, which has Roman whining pathetically. 

He fucks slowly into Janus's hole, but pulls out shortly after, and lifts Janus off the uncomfortable workout bench. Janus hardly has the time to ask what Roman's doing before he's being shoved up against a nearby wall. Roman's hands are on his hips, holding him up, and Roman's cock is being pushed back into Janus, fucking roughly up into him. Roman leans forward, pressing his forehead against the wall and unintentionally smothering Janus in his slick chest, which has Janus flustered and moaning, as he wraps his arms around Roman's torso to try and pull him closer. 

Roman moans as Janus's hole clenches around his cock, as he lifts Janus up and then slides him back down, hoisting Janus up, pushing him back down, up, down, up, down.

Until the tip of Roman's thick cock slams against his prostate. 

Janus immediately moans, loud, but muffled in between Roman's thick breasts. As his mouth opens, sweat invades his tastebuds, and Janus shamelessly presses his tongue against Roman's chest. Being so close to him is starting to make Janus sweat, as heat from their "exercising" permeates throughout the room. 

And, if Janus remembers correctly, he'd closed the door on his way in, trapping them both in the humid air. 

Roman's panting above him, holding tight to his hips as he forces Janus up and down on his cock like a toy, forehead thumping against the wall as he fucks with enough vigor to rock both their bodies constantly. 

As Janus moans loud into Roman's muscular pecs, a salty taste fills his mouth, leaving him flustered and essentially suffocating due to the thick musk trapped between their bodies. 

If Janus could praise Roman anymore right now, he would, as Roman whimpers above him while repeatedly shoving his cock against Janus's prostate, making Janus cry or scratch Roman each time he's moved. And Roman does move him, like he weighs nothing. He's basically just another piece of exercise equipment, allowing Roman to lift him up and down, hold him still, keep standing straight, until Roman's own body aches from the complexity of their position. 

He can feel Roman's legs shaking. Maybe it's the fact Roman's semi bent over, keeping Janus nearly horizontal aside from his shoulder still being pressed against the wall, with his hips continually thrusting against Janus. 

"Fuck," Roman curses, sounding breathy and whiny. He sounds so cute when he gets close, which is what Janus immediately identifies this as. 

Janus's forked tongue draws in so much sweat it's overwhelming both his sense of taste and smell, making him shiver. His own cocks are rubbing repeatedly over Roman's muscular stomach, sliding against the crevices of his abs and leaving precome in their wake. The friction makes him groan, as heat overtakes his body. He's hot. The room is hot. Roman, and his muscles, and his sexy strength and tendency to sweat is hot. 

Roman's hands move from Janus's hips to his upper back, arms hooked under Janus's armpits and wrapping around his back fully as Roman squeezes him ever closer as though he's a stuffed toy. Janus feels crushed by the action, and yet comes immediately. 

His cocks spurt streams of semen over Roman's already sweaty chest, but Roman doesn't notice. 

The latter's eyes are squeezed shut as he whines repeatedly, moans and cute needy pants filling the room as he squeezes Janus tighter and tighter, threatening to snap him in half if he holds him any firmer. 

And then, Roman's coming in Janus with a shaky moan. 

He holds Janus tightly one last time, before finally relaxing his arms, and letting Janus fall limp in his arms. Janus's face is glistening with sweat, though it's blurry who that sweat exactly belongs to. 

His cock stays buried in Janus's hole for a few seconds, before he's adjusting his grip on Janus and gently lifting him off his cock, cringing at the amount of come that immediately spills down Janus's thighs and splatters against the floor. Roman's more than used to wiping up sweat in his workout room, but come is a new one. He keeps Janus lifted for a few minutes, and then pulls him against his chest one last time, this time with the intention to carry him. 

"Shower?" Roman asks, voice breathy. Janus laughs, and kisses the sweat from Roman's forehead. 

"Shower."

#roceit #roceit smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: I can’t believe you and Janus broke the damn bed last night.

Patton: *giggles* Yeah, sound like you two had a crazy night..

Roman: Oh, yeah, haha, suppose we did….

{last night}

Janus: I bet you can’t jump high enough to touch the ceiling.

Roman: Try me, bitch.

#Roman sanders #Janus sanders #Patton sanders #Virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts roman #ts janus #ts patton #ts virgil #roceit #ts roceit #incorrect sanders sides quotes #incorrect sanders sides #implied smut

[bottomloganagenda]

I need to get over my writers block! Send me some smutty prompts/kinks and a ship (of two or three Sides) and I may write it

What I will write

Most things,( but I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable with something or just can't, so I may just say I can't or won't Incase I just didn't know about or forgot to include something in my will not write list)

Any combo of sides

Threesomes

What I won't write

Top Logan

Non-con

Watersports (or anything similar)

Age-play

Feet stuff

#not safe for sanders #nsfs anxceit #nsfs logince #nsfs prinxiety #nsfs roceit #nsfs royality #nsfs moceit #nsfs intruloceit #nsfs Intrulogical #nsfs virgil #nsfs patton #nsfs roman #nsfs intrulity #nsfs loceit #nsfs dukexiety #nsfs dukeceit #tw: suggestive #sanders sides smut #sanders sides #hopefully it's okay i put it there

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

DJ's Smut Fics Masterpost

oh my god, i now know that these are a pain in the ASS to assemble. but like,,,, handy. so here you guys go. I'm going to sort them into six handy categories for you.

OC

be a good boy and...? - about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'. Features two of my OCs, Jamie and Aeor. (this is probably my fav thing on here ngl)

NSFS SUPERHERO AU

tbh, lowkey the best shit ive done, if you like a good hero-gets-corrupted-by-a-rogue/villain-w/-hypnosis then i've got some fics for You!!

EDIT: this au is kind of dark/fucked up. heavy on the dubcon and corruption kink - all three named heroes are succumbing to being fucked or fucking their villains and are not going to 'win'. please be wary of that going in. i answer questions about it via asks and most of the important plot/lore dumps are tagged under my 'nsfs superhero au' tag if you want to know more/get the tone.

siren's call - part 1 - about 3k words. dom!janus, sub!patton. Trans Patton. CNC, hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. praise kink (’good boy’), facefucking, fingering, sex with clothes on, magic sex, memory play, multiple orgasms.

unexpected songs - impossible tasks - part 2 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton. Covert/accidental hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. ...accidental exhibitionism? masturbation at the end (not exhibitionism, he's in private). multiple orgasms.

the next stage - part 3 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. blowjobs, riding dildos, magic. multiple orgasms. orgasm denial. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals. Praise kink.

Deeper and deeper... - part 4 - about 4k words - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. smattering of angst thrown in there. assurance kink. masturbation, degradation and praise, magic, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, obedience, orgasm control, crying, kissing. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals.

NSFS HUMAN AU

trapped in a brainwashing facility - 3.6k words, roceit, hypnokink/brainwashing, dubcon, pretty heavy fantasy, open/’unhappy’ ending, missing memories, uses of subliminal messaging on the characters - semi horror/erotic thriller

sleepxiety and motorcycles - 970 words, semi-public, swearing, dirty talk, coming untouched (ish), sub!virgil dom!remy.

NSFS FANTASY/MONSTERFUCKER/TECHNOPHILIA

Big dragon, little prince - 2.8k words, Logince. top!Logan bottom!Roman, dom!Logan sub!Roman. Fantasy au. Pre-established relationship, monsterfucking. Dirty talk/degredation. Size kink. Brief mention of attempted murder at the start (monster hunters).

big dragon, little prince 2: now the dragon has 2 cocks - 3.4k words. Roceit. Mentioned Logince. Top!Janus, bottom!Roman, dom!Janus sub!roman. fantasy au. Pre-established Logince. Monsterfucking, dirtytalk/degredation. Size kink. Hemipenis/double penetration. Frotting. Janus uses they/them.

field research - about 4k words. sub/bottom Virgil, top/dom Remus, trans!virgil, referring to a trans man's genitalia as cunt and pussy, anal, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, intox/mild cnc/mild mind-altering substance, talk of breeding, overstim, monsterfucking, tentacles and monstercock.

untitled vampire logan logince fic - about 2k words. Vampire!Logan, logince, mind control/hypnosis, dubcon, vampiric thralls (fun fact, first fic i ever posted here and it's sat at 69 notes for months which still makes me laugh)

admin privileges - about 2.8k words -logince, sub logan dom roman. hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

NSFS CANON COMPLIANT

just download ur bf a new brain! - roughly 4k words. Logince, sub!roman dom!logan, hypnotist logan, brainwashing, brainwashing via subliminals in music, descriptions of trance and dropping, cnc.

intrulogical hypno shenanigans - 4.6k words. Intrulogical, implied introloceit. sub!Remus dom!Logan. uses ‘master’ and ‘pet/baby boy/good boy’ as titles. Edging, trancing, and some good ol’ fashion boning. Contains an induction.

sequel to the above fic but now intruloceit - 4k words, threesome, hypnosis, dom!Logan, sub!Remus, sub!Janus, some initial anxieties, kink negotiation mid-sex, mantras, uses of ‘master/sir’ and ‘baby/baby boy/good boy/etc’ as titles

soft moceit hypnofic - about 3.6k words, moceit, dom/tist!Janus, sub!Patton, hypnosis, trance, a written induction of sorts, dubcon, gentle vibes, crying. Written pre-SvSs/POF

a book to turn off your brain - 2.6k words. loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading. Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc

bimbo virgil - about 1k words. analogical, sub!virgil dom!logan, hypnokink, dumbification/bimbofication, trance, no actual sex, mirrors, uses titles like ‘master’ and ‘whore’.

janus gets double dommed - roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.

NSFS THOMASxSIDE

Teacher's pet - About 3.5k words. Dom!Logan, Sub!Thomas. Teacher/student roleplay. Both degradation and praise, use of ‘sir’ and ‘good boy’. A little ...feet...play? it was accidental but it’s hot i promise.

The One Where Roman Ties Him Up And Fucks Him Silly - 3.6k words. Bondage/BDSM, sub!Thomas, dom!Roman, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hypnosis, voice kink, royalty kink, royalty/servant dynamic (sort of) use of titles like ‘my king’, and ‘good boy’.

Well um there we go i guess i'll update it with more as I write them?? maybe?? probably.

and damn. ive written more than i expected won't lie. if you want reccs from me, i think the brainwashing facility one, the dukexiety monsterfucking one, bimbo virgil, my OC one and just all the superhero ones are the best

#not safe for sanders #nsfs fic #dj writes #dj monologues #dj's masterpost #this took me like an hour and a half to assemble #updated to include a better content warning for the superhero au #last edited 4/4/2024 #added the robot one and pt 4 superhero

[pillowprinceroman]

What's your favorite ship? :3

I like nearly every ship except intrulogical . i dont like logicality smut though idk why. brains weird

but my favs are

roceit, dukeceit, logince, dukexiety, prinxiety :3

#errigetsasks

[naminethewriter]

I was tagged by @prince-rowan-of-the-forest! Thank you very much! 🥰 You can find their post here!

1: How many works do you have on Ao3?

92 as of yesterday 😎

2: What's your total Ao3 word count?

223,014 words

3: What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Sanders Sides, though I have unfinished stories for both Kingdom Hearts and South Park and I am thinking of participating in a Professor Layton Big Bang.

4: What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Clyde can't handle that his best friend keeps secrets from him (South Park) - 496 kudos

After months of silence (South Park) - 254 kudos

Lookout (South Park) - 242 kudos

Always (Sanders Sides) - 184 kudos

Logan Tries Something New (Sanders Sides) - 179 kudos

I'm actually surprised that there are two Tss fics here, I was sure that they hadn't caught up to my South Park stories 😅 Apparently they have a lot more hits but aren't that far ahead in terms of kudos 🤔

5: Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I actually feel kind of weird when I don't do it... And I always like getting answers to my own comments 🥰

6: What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof, that's a hard question... I mean, it depends from which perspective, right? One of my South Park fics, I'll Give Up Everything For You, ended with Hell invading earth but the main characters are the instigators and happy together, while they doomed their town.

Then I have a few Hurt No Comfort stories like Who's the Liar Now? or Rare Lies Hurt The Most, though they're both quite short.

I guess the one with the most ambiguous and hurtful endings are appropriately closely named: Cursed (Dukeceit Werewolf story) and Cursed Woods (Roceit with forceful separation at the end).

7: What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, that's hard because that's most of them 😅 But without thinking about it too much, You're Not Alone an Intruloceit story with lots of hugs and comfort and a christmas party at the end 💙💛💚

8: Do you get hate on fics?

One time I got a comment telling me to kill myself under a South Park fic but apparently they went around commenting on a bunch of fics with that particular ship, so it wasn't really targeted at me. That was the only thing that I've got over the years.

9: Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, but maybe someday 🤷‍♀️

10: Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't and I don't really like reading them either with very few exceptions.

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If so, I'm not aware of it.

Question 12 has been lost to the ether...

13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, but I'd like to try someday ^^

14: What's your all-time favorite ship?

Considering that I just wrapped up the 4th ship week in a row for these dorks, Intrulogical all the way 💙💚

15: What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

How to manipulate a rebellion, a South Park story that I still very much like but I'm not active in the fandom anymore and have so many other stories I want to work on, so I doubt I'll ever get back to it... 😞

16: What are your writing strengths?

Heartfelt moments and dialogue, I think. Sincerity and simplicity as well, maybe.

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not good with poetic writing styles. I also often struggle with descriptions since I'm not much of a visual thinker.

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can be a fun addition, depending on how much you include. Since I myself am not a native English speaker, I am often tempted to bring in some German. But it needs to be inserted in a way that even non-speakers of the language can understand.

19: First fandom you wrote for?

Kingdom Hearts! They were my first online obsession 🤭 If I had discovered fandoms earlier, I might have written for Wizards of Waverly Place.

20: Favorite fic you've written?

How could I ever choose? I actually really like most of my fics still and do reread them sometimes but I guess in terms of begin proud of how much work I put into it, Hurt No One Knew About might be my favorite of them so far.

Thanks again for the tag! This was fun but a lot of work 🤭

No pressure tags: @lost-in-thought-20, @lily-janus, @candied-peach, @mimssides, @starshard17

#tag game #about me #wips

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Thank you (again) to @fangirlwriting-stories for the tag!!! I love these :D

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

61!  

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

573,015

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Sanders Sides at the moment - I usually only really write for one fandom at a time, haha. Though technically hell's belles too? Because of the crossover?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

I hate that I wrote for the bnha fandom - my lovely tss fics have been entirely outshined (if you go and find these fics I will personally steal every left sock you own.).

These are all My Hero Fics, please go give my TSS fics some kudos and love before I cry.

5 -Cuddles at Midnight, with 529

4 - Objective : Initiate Hitoshi Shinso, with 566

3 - The Adopt A Hero Foundation, with 852

2 -New Beginnings, with 3187

1 - Not Cut Out For Heroics, with 7851.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I always try to, at least on all my SaSi fics, I don't really respond to comments on the bnha fics anymore unless someone says something particularly interesting because I can't stand to look at them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings, really :/ please correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think I've ever written anything with a particularly sad ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also pretty hard to choose because theres so many dndjkxkdd dnjdjxsk possibly 'Across Land and Water'?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have only got hate comments like a couple of times and every time they were really fucking pathetic. So... Take that as you will, lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't, but I'd really like to, if I can ever work myself up to it haha. There's not enough monsterfucking in the tss fandom when there's more than enough opportunities.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't usually write crossovers, In my brain I don't see the point in rewriting the story of one thing but with the characters of another?

But! I love fandom fusions, which I guess is a subcategory of crossover? Which is just, when I add the characters of one fandom into the setting of the other, keeping the original's storyline and characters the same.

I've only actually written one of these - my hell's belles crossover/fusion! Which I love very much!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, haha, I have found some of my art on Pinterest though.

(where the fudgecakes is question 12??)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've written a few things with @viola-halogen , none of them have ever seen the light of day lol (as far as I remember?), but they were all incredibly fun. I also used to rewrite angsty fic endings (with permission from the authors) with two other people who were both very awesome. Those are still on wattpad somewhere.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly don't have one? Not an all time favourite. It always depends on what fandom I'm in? So currently it's Prinxiety, or Roceit, or Anaroceit. When I was in the bnha fandom it was tododeku. Etc.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Most of them?

I'm honestly so sad I don't think I'll ever finish Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings. I'll probably never 'finish' my New Year's AU, and there's been so many wips sat in my doc for almost a year that I don't think I'll finish :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is so hard to answer, I'm having a bit of a 'i hate everything I'm doing' moment rn, cndjdksks - I love writing dialogue, and I love character design/backstory creation and AU worldbuilding.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Executing the plot I came with. Sticking to my fucking plans (the fics are always worse when I improvise xndjkdks)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I feel like it can be done well? And it's always cool - at least if the author provides some kind of translation so I can actually still follow the fic.

I don't do it personally because I don't know any other languages and feel like I'd probably offend someone if I Google translated it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically? Either the Rainbow Magic book series or this one mermaid kids book series I don't quite remember the name of. When I was really little. My first fanfic that I knew was fanfic was Aphmau.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ribbons and Rainstorms, by a mile. Go read it if you haven't, I love it so much!!!!

Tagging: @viola-halogen (If you want to, just because I already tagged you in this post lol), , @naminethewriter, @edupunkn00b, @prodigal-explorer <3

#writing tag game #tag game #rowan rambles

[an-organized-confusion]

More silly Gymrat!AU stuff with the co-conspirator. A bit of Roceit, lotsa Dukexiety, and some dorky Creativitwins shit too...

Him: gymrat!Remus (and Roman) on their first day in the SO's living arrangements immediately started rubbing themselves up against everything when asked why: "so you never miss my scent" Janus is just doing his best not to immediately blurt out that he has a cleaning service that shampoos and conditions his furniture once every two weeks and Virgil’s like, "You know I'm going to just wash all that once you're gone right?" he in fact does not wash it, he does attempt to sniff them periodically when Remus isn't around

Me: i feel like Virgil would know and make reference to it, saying, "A/B/O shit isn't a thing in this world! Wtf, dude!" but is also weirdly endeared i just picture Remus going, "Record scratch? i didn't know you read omegaverse stuff?" Virgil: "Sh-shUT UP. IT WAS ONE TIME."

Him: Virgil: “YOUR BROTHER EXPLAINED IT TO ME.” Remus: “...How did you know i have a brother?" Remus, immediately calls Roman: "Yo, bitch-face. Do you read Omegaverse smut?" Roman: "IT WAS ONE TIME AND IT WAS RECOMMENDED BY A WOMAN COWORKER." Remus: "Cool, I don't actually care. But did you ever talk to someone about it?" Roman, panicking: "Yes, LOTS OF PEOPLE." Remus: "And you wonder why people think you're the weirdo of the two of us sometimes? Cool, anyways that's all i wanted to know." [Remus hangs up.] Remus: "Anyways, I know you're lying Virgie. I haven't introduced you to my brother, or even talked about him just yet. Because my brother is a biiiiitch. He scares away all my conquests, i mean dates."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roceit #dukexiety #creativitwins #(they're all absolute dorks) #(and yes - i love the idea of ro being a bit more of a 'freak' abt... *ahem*... the spicy stuff... then he lets on) #(that said - remus totally hoovers up monsterfucker content) #(tho there is a bit of a continuity error here - remus DID mention his brother to virgil when they first met)

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Stripping

Roceit (Roman x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Nine: Stripping Warnings: body worship, foot fetishes, sweat, blowjobs, nipple play

"Such a pretty body," Janus comments, sitting back on Roman's bed. His legs are crossed, one over the other, as he watches Roman clean up his room.

Roman flushes at the comment as he picks up a magazine, but doesn't respond.

"Why don't you show it off more?" Janus continues, as his eyes admire the way Roman's big muscles are so clearly seen through Roman's tight, short-sleeved shirt. The shirt was tucked into clean, white sweatpants, which hid Roman's equally as muscular legs, cutting off right above his ankles and socks.

"I'm cleaning," Roman whines in response, huffing in embarrassment. "I don't get the motivation to do this often. You said you'd help!"

Janus grins. "I am helping. I'm moral support."

"Moral?"

"Emotional support?"

Roman gives Janus a look. Janus shrugs.

"Fine," Janus relents, "I'm not very supportive. Sue me."

"You're more of a distraction, really," Roman mumbles, as he rolls up the magazine and neatly places it into a bin with many others. When Janus asks why he owns so many, Roman says he uses them for fashion inspiration.

As Roman begins picking his dirty clothes up off the floor, Janus suddenly speaks again.

"Do you have anything skimpy?"

Roman's face goes bright red as he drops the clothes he's holding clumsily, and has to scramble to scoop them back up. Voice cracking, he squeals "what?!"

"Have you ever thought about doing burlesque?"

Gasping and covering his body, Roman stammers "no! No- of course not! Why are you... what are you... why are you being so strange?!"

Janus leans back on the bed, regarding Roman with half-lidded eyes. In the most casual tone of voice, Janus replies "you're just pretty, is all."

Roman huffs, hands balled into fists at his sides as he tries to repress his own embarrassment, but is unsuccessful in willing away the dark red blush decorating his cheeks. He bends over to grab his clothes once more, and this time properly dumps them into his white laundry basket, pushing them down with his hands to make room for more clothes to be piled atop them.

"You're still not helping," Roman mutters bitterly as he crosses in front of Janus again, moving towards a few stranded jackets which have been knocked off their hangers.

"How about I help you relax instead?" Janus proposes, once Roman's gathered another armful of fabric. "Wouldn't it be much more fun to take a break from cleaning, and thank me for my support instead?"

"Thank you?!"

Janus grins. "Yes, love. Doesn't that sound much better? Come here."

Despite Roman's annoyed mumbling, he sets his clothes in his basket and obediently trudges towards Janus, who spreads his thighs so Roman can slide between them, his hands finding Janus's waist as Janus pulls Roman against him, cooing at Roman when Roman shyly hides his face in Janus's neck. 

"For someone so mouthy, you're awfully affectionate," Janus teases, as he runs his hands through Roman's hair. 

Roman whines, before complaining "you're hindering my efforts to clean." 

"Is that really such a bad thing? You can finish cleaning later. We can play now." Janus's fingers dance down Roman's neck. "I can even put on a little 'show.' Let you see the real benefits of burlesque." 

Roman snorts, and pulls away from Janus's shoulder to grin at him. "You're too lazy to put on a burlesque routine." 

Janus's lips quirk up in a playful smile. "A strip show, then? One where I stay on the bed, you stay on your knees, and we both may or may not be naked by the end?" 

With red cheeks, Roman shrugs, avoiding meeting Janus's eyes in order to hide his otherwise clear excitement. His hands squeeze Janus's hips; his fingertips slide ever so slightly beneath Janus's shirt to happily caress Janus's hips. "Okay." 

Setting his hands atop Roman's wrists, Janus guides Roman's arms away from him so that he has plenty of room to wiggle, while Roman submissively lowers himself onto his knees as though he knows Janus is just going to tell him to kneel at some point anyway. 

Then, Janus is slowly sliding his hands up his own shirt, working it up his chest until it's bunched up around his collarbones. Crossing his hands over his torso, Janus pulls the shirt above his head and off, sliding his arms out of his sleeves all the while. With his bare chest now on display, Janus sensually drags his hands back down his body, lightly caressing his scales and dipping his fingers down past the waistband of his pants, before pulling them up again. 

"You're beautiful," Roman murmurs, which has Janus chuckling. 

"I know," he replies, smiling, "but you're beautiful too. Aren't you going to pull your shirt off for me? Make it even?" 

Roman does. Though he's a lot quicker than Janus, he's still awfully tempting with it. His muscles ripple as he flexes and stretches to pull his tight shirt off and throw it away, exposing his glistening chest, damp with perspiration from his cleaning. Janus nudges Roman's pec with his boot. 

"Pretty boy," Janus coos, "grope your perky tits for me?" 

Flushing dark red, Roman's hands cup his relaxed pecs and squeeze, with the fat bulging between his fingers as he does so. Janus hums at the display. 

Then, he's undoing his pants, and very slowly slipping them down his thighs, enjoying the way Roman's eyes follow every movement like he's worried he'll miss out if he blinks for even a moment. Janus gets his pants to his calves, before using his feet to kick his boots off, and push his trousers down the rest of the way. Left in just his socks and boxers, Janus uses his foot to tilt Roman's chin upwards. 

"Your pants next, love." 

Roman fiddles with the strings on his sweatpants, struggling to get them off his body without tearing his eyes away from Janus's face, but once he does Janus glances down and is delighted to see Roman's half hard. 

"Socks next," Janus says, nodding towards Roman's feet. And Roman obediently pulls his socks off, before Janus is running his socked foot over Roman's face. 

"Will you be a doll and help me get mine off?" Janus implores, pressing his hand dramatically to his heart. "Having to bend over would be such a strain on my delicate back." 

Roman nods immediately. "Yes- yeah, of course." 

But as he moves to pull Janus's socks off, Janus yanks his foot away. 

"Without your hands, Roman," Janus chastises. "Use your mouth, instead. Pretend it's a garter, and that this is a game. Maybe that'll make you biting my sock less humiliating." Janus cocks his head to the side, blinking knowingly at Roman's flushed face. "Get to it." 

Scooting forward, Roman's breath is hot against Janus's ankle. He's clearly hesitant, and shivering under Janus's intense gaze, and yet still lightly bites down on the cuff. He's careful not to nip Janus, and once he's sure he's got the fabric nestled between his teeth, he begins to pull it downward, watching the fabric wrinkle as it's guided to Janus's sole. This is where the problems arise though, as Roman struggles maneuvering it around Janus's foot, and so has to release it, pulling away with embarrassed eyes. 

"Let me help you, love," Janus softly starts, before he's pushing the tip of his foot against Roman's lips, and effortlessly shoving his toes into Roman's mouth. 

With Janus's sock pressed against his tongue, Roman whimpers and swallows down a mouthful of sweat-tainted spit. Musk spills from Janus's foot and infects Roman's mouth, permeating in his throat until he sucks it down with a shaky moan. 

Janus shamelessly grinds his palm over his bulge at the sight. "Try now." 

And Roman does. Biting gently at Janus's toes, he manages to snag some fabric and guide it away from Janus's foot, where he can properly bite down and lean away, pulling the sock with him. 

With his newfound grip, he's able to get Janus's sock off, and lets it linger in his mouth briefly before parting his lips and watching it fall to the ground. Then he moves onto Janus's other foot, guiding the cuff down with his teeth before grabbing the toe once more and pulling that sock off too. 

This time though, before he can spit it out, Janus is using his foot to push his sweaty sock completely into Roman's mouth, before leaning forward and using his hand to clamp Roman's lips shut. He then guides Roman's head to lean back a bit, letting him see Roman's throat. 

"Suck and swallow, love," Janus commands him, and is pleased to watch Roman's Adam's apple bob as Roman gulps down mouthful after mouthful of salty sweat, sucking the musk from the threads of Janus's socks. 

Then, Janus retracts his hand, and lets Roman open his mouth, the damp sock rolling off his tongue and landing against his thigh. He's panting slightly. 

"Take your boxers off," Janus then instructs him, continuing to rub himself through his own briefs. "You don't need them." 

Roman does. 

He's slow with pulling his boxers down, but he gets them off after a few seconds and throws them aside, briefly wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes before removing his hands completely, neglecting the hard shaft between his legs as he eagerly awaits Janus to strip himself the rest of the way. But Janus doesn't. 

He just stares at Roman, who's staring confused back up at him, before Janus snickers mockingly. 

"Well? Aren't you going to pull my boxers off as well?" Janus asks him, as though doing such a thing was pathetically obvious. Roman flushes, before rushing to nod and move forward, his hands clasped together in his lap as he rightfully assumes he isn't allowed to use them here either. 

Running his tongue over the front of Janus's boxers, Roman's mouth presses against Janus's cocks, sucking on the fabric briefly and on the outline of Janus's shafts, before pulling away, and pressing his face against Janus's pelvis. 

With his lips pressed against Janus's lower abdomen, Roman can't help but take his time kissing at the skin, being careful not to irritate Janus's sensitive scales, before he pinches the waistband of Janus's briefs between his teeth and begins to guide them downwards. Though he abruptly releases Janus's boxers as soon as they're down past Janus's cocks, due to the fact that once they're no longer restrained in their cotton prison, they spring out and thud against Roman's face, smearing pre over Roman's flushed cheeks. 

"Finish the job, Roman," Janus playfully chides, which encourages Roman to use his teeth to pull Janus's boxers down the rest of the way. It's surprisingly difficult, but eventually he gets them down to Janus's ankles, and then off with a little bit of help from Janus angling his feet. 

Then, Roman is letting the boxers fall into his lap, his cock pressing against a small patch of precome that had soaked into the fabric from Janus's cocks. 

Janus is hard, and visibly leaking, and he teasingly drags his finger along the slits of his cocks, gathering up a small bead of his precome before flicking it at Roman, who flushes as he feels it splatter against his cheek. He doesn't bother wiping it away, and leaves it to mix in with the mess already present. 

Beckoning Roman forward, Janus runs his hand through Roman's hair, before tugging it slightly, guiding Roman towards his body. 

"Aren't I pretty, Roman?" Janus begins, as he guides Roman's lips to his stomach. "Surely, someone as romantic as you knows that someone as pretty as me deserves to be worshipped. Isn't that right?" 

"Yes," Roman breathes, shuddering as he kisses a line up Janus's chest. 

His fingers curl around Janus's boxers, and he wraps them and his hand around his cock, stroking himself off using the fabric like a cumrag. He moans against Janus's body, and Janus just smiles in response. 

Roman's lips travel up his collarbones, before his mouth lingers over a small group of scales lining Janus's shoulders. He's sitting up quite a bit - having to lean partially against the bed in order to worship so high up - and lightly drags his teeth over Janus's scales. Janus moans at the feeling. 

Roman's free hand squeezes Janus's thighs, before squeezing Janus's cocks together, making Janus curse under his breath. 

Tucking his face into Janus's neck, Roman takes a deep breath in, before pulling away and settling back onto his knees. He guides his head towards Janus's cocks, and kisses them briefly before dragging his tongue along the underside of one of them, his hand steadily working the other in tune with his own cock, stroking them both in quick succession. 

"This is much more fun than cleaning," Janus sighs, happily petting his fingers through Roman's locks. "Wouldn't you agree?" 

Roman lets out an affirmative moan, before his chest arches forward as Janus slowly begins rubbing his foot over Roman's nipple. His toes glide over the sensitive bud, with Roman groaning at the friction, squeezing both his cock and Janus's cock tighter. 

"Suck me off, love," Janus then orders, pushing Roman's head back before scratching condescendingly under his chin, guiding Roman back to his shaft. Obediently, Roman parts his lips and takes Janus's cock into his mouth, swallowing around the tip and looking adorably orgasmic as Janus's salty pre hits his tongue. 

Janus leans back slightly against the bed, lazily delighting in his pleasure. "You're so good, Roman. And once you're done, you can just do my laundry too, hm? Would you like that? Would you like being obedient and useful?" 

Roman bobs his head down Janus's shaft, rubbing the other over his face as he works it with his hand, providing Janus with intense pleasure. Janus's boxers rubbing against his own cock makes him whimper, and yet he looks up at Janus with desperate eyes, excited to please.

"Is this the support you were looking for? Someone to guide you? Someone to instruct you?" Janus pinches Roman's nipple between his toes, making Roman whine. "Or have you been hoping for a distraction this whole time?" 

The question is rhetorical, as Janus shoves Roman's head down further on his cock, moaning when Roman gags. 

"I would ask if this distraction suffices, but I already know your answer. Do my boxers feel nice wrapped around your little cock? Do you wish it was my hand wrapped around it instead, or are you perfectly content jerking off into my clothes?" 

Roman sucks feverishly on Janus's cock, sucking and bobbing until the tip repeatedly pushes against the back of his throat. His eyes fill with tears as he attempts to repress his gags, humping against Janus's boxers and ignoring the fact he's making a mess of sweat and pre onto the floor he was previously trying to clean. He's whining and moaning and making a slurry of noises around Janus's cock, the hand he's using to stroke Janus's other shaft being slick with precome. 

As his eyes squeeze shut, Roman lets out an especially pathetic noise, which has Janus properly tangling his hand in Roman's hair. He can tell Roman's close, and he is too. 

He pulls Roman off his cock despite Roman whining about it, and even pushes Roman's hand away from his other in order to replace it with his own hand stroking quickly over his lengths. He grunts, and Roman watches excited, his own arm moving quicker and even making him whimper in pain as he drags Janus's boxers desperately over himself. 

"Open your mouth," Janus pants, and Roman does despite his visible embarrassment. 

Roman forces his hand to slow on his cock, delaying his orgasm in order to more properly savor Janus's, who is gracing him with his climax after just a few more strokes. Janus's head falls back in a soft moan as he comes, both of his cocks spurting streams of semen over Roman's face, who - aside from briefly cringing - stays perfectly still and lets Janus make a mess of his face. 

A few stray streaks land on his tongue, and once Janus seems satisfied Roman is quick to tilt his head back and swallow, only for his head to fall forward afterwards, moaning as he goes back to stroking his cock needily, while Janus continues to lazily caress his chest with his feet, more so to tease him than actually provide him with any pleasure. 

But Roman doesn't need anything extra. With a dirty face and Janus's slick boxers, Roman's crying out pathetically as he reaches his peak, coming over Janus's boxers and his floor as he works himself sloppily through his orgasm. Spit dribbles from the corner of his lips, but he hardly notices, just rocking his hips as warmth floods his body, before he's leaning forward and letting his forehead rest against the bed in a much-needed respite. He takes a moment to catch his breath, with Janus retracting his legs back onto the bed.

After a few minutes, Janus is pushing against Roman's forehead. 

"You're making a mess of the comforter," Janus states, which has Roman groaning.

"It's my comforter." 

Janus pulls his knees to his chest, as though he's cold. "Yeah, but I'm on it right now, and I wouldn't want to make a mess of myself." He then grins playfully. "Like you." 

Frowning, Roman grumbles slightly, before dropping Janus boxers onto the ground and climbing onto his bed, clambering over Janus who laughs outright and scrambles to scoot backwards, only to be inevitably scooped up by Roman who pushes their bodies together and rub their faces against each other's, kissing Janus's lips and then nuzzling his cheek until Janus is squirming and chuckling, calling Roman gross through his laughter only to pull Roman closer whenever Roman backs away. 

They fool around until they're tangled up in Roman's sheets, and Roman accepts the fact that his cleaning will have to wait until tomorrow. His "moral and emotional support" would be sufficient enough for right now. 

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #roceit #roceit smut #kinktober 2023

[deviantofthemind]

Warmth will come to you

Masterpost

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Rating: Mature

Additional Tags: DRLAMP - Freeform, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Soft Boys, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks

Summary: 

Now and then violent storms spill over from the Imagination to the Mindscape and the Sides seek shelter in their nest and wait the worst out. Shortly before they expect a blizzard Janus is still missing.

M/M; Multi; Rated M

AO3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 

Part 10

Sequel

#Warmth will come to you #fluff #domestic fluff #angst #smut #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #intrulogical #logince #analogical #janus sanders #loceit #moceit #dukeceit #roceit #anxceit #intruality #dukexiety #ts janus #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #soft boys #ts virgil #sanders sides

[emy-loves-you]

Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 17: Modern Setting

Remus, Janus, and Virgil were all in a relationship when they were teenagers. But because of college and family issues, they were forced to separate. Now, 5 years later, they’ve found each other again. They’re currently in relationships, but that won’t stop them from having fun. Virgil POV, Intruanxceit with Moxiety, Roceit, Intrulogical and familial Morolo

Implied sexual content, mention of drug use

Day 16 | Masterlist | Day 18

“So, why are we going again?”

“Because Lolo’s got a boyfriend, silly! And now’s the perfect time for everyone to meet each other and catch up. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

Virgil sighed. “If you say so.” Virgil closed his eyes in a belated attempt to get some sleep while he thought over his current predicament. Virgil and Patton had been dating for almost a year now, and this would be the first time that Virgil met Patton’s brothers, Logan and Roman. Not only that, but he would also be meeting their boyfriends, who neither Virgil nor Patton knew anything about. Four essential strangers, all of whom Virgil was supposed to get along with. It was nerve-wracking to think about. But Virgil would do it. For Patton.

Patton Sanders. Lovable, enthusiastic Patton. A godsend that Virgil didn’t deserve. Every day was filled with soft kisses and gentle touches. “I love you” was spoken as often as “Hello.” It was so… warm. And peaceful. And different from everything Virgil had ever known beforehand.

“We’re here!” Virgil slowly opened his eyes, the earlier dread returning with a vengeance. He felt his anxiety coil in his gut as he got out of the car. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie pocket, suddenly self-conscious about his state of dress. Patton had said to dress casual, but what if this was too casual? “Ready?” Virgil’s eyes snapped up to meet Patton’s. Patton had a small smile on his face, making sure to keep his distance. Virgil was grateful for his boyfriend’s thoughtfulness (he didn’t like to be touched when he was anxious). Virgil nodded, forcing his feet to take him to the door.

Patton knocked on the door, adjusting the tray of cookies that Virgil had forgotten they’d made. There was some scuffling before someone yelled “I’ll get it!” Virgil used all of his willpower to not let the confusion show on his face. It was probably just the way the door muffled their voice, but Virgil swore that sounded just like-

The door opened to reveal Janus Python. There’s no way Virgil was mistaking him for someone else. From the heterochromatic eyes to the scar on his cheek to the way he carried himself. Virgil just stood there and silently stared. How long had it been since he’d last seen Janus? (That was a rhetorical question. Four years, eleven months and three days. There wasn’t a day that went by where Virgil didn’t reminisce about the times he had with his ex-boyfriends. The drugs, the sex, the chaos, the fun. )

“Hello!” Virgil’s eyes snapped over to Patton, who didn’t seem to notice his silence. “I’m Patton and this is my boyfriend, Virgil.”

Janus blinked before smiling. “Pleasure to meet you. My name is Janus. I’m Roman’s boyfriend.” He held open the door, not sparing Virgil another glance. “Do come in. The others are waiting in the living room.” Virgil felt a small pang of hurt at being ignored like that. But on the other hand, it reminded Virgil of the games they would play at parties. They would show up at separate times, pretend like they’d never met each other, use their codewords to start the scene, then put all of their acting and exhibitionism to the test. Virgil had loved those games. Pretending that sexual touches were platonic; making out in an unlocked room where anyone could come in and expose them; kissing someone that wasn’t your boyfriends just to rile them up-

Virgil mentally shook the thought away. Janus wasn’t his boyfriend anymore. They weren’t his boyfriends anymore. Patton was. Sweet, innocent, vanilla bean Patton. Patton, who would immediately break up with Virgil if he knew of Virgil’s life before meeting Patton. It would be best to just ignore Janus for the rest of the day. He probably didn’t even recognize Virgil. And it wasn’t even Janus nor Virgil who started these games, and there was no way that he would also be here-

“And then I said, ‘Joke’s on you, I have two!’” Virgil resisted the urge to scream. In the middle of the living room, telling a story that Virgil had heard hundreds of times, was Remus Duke. Virgil’s other ex-boyfriend. Virgil couldn’t believe the irony of the moment. Virgil was here to meet his boyfriend’s brothers, and said brothers’ boyfriends just so happened to be Virgil’s ex-boyfriends. They weren’t even in the same state that Virgil had last seen them! They had all grown up in California; Remus moved to Washington, Janus to New York, and Virgil to Florida. That’s why they had broken up; their relationship was too physical and personal to be long-distance.

Janus cleared his throat, and everyone turned to look at them. Virgil made brief eye-contact with Remus, and he could see the amusement and shock in his eyes. At least he knew that Remus recognized him. Remus smiled. “Well, hello!” He pointed to Patton. “You must be Patton. I can see the resemblance.” A blatant lie. Even though they were all blood brothers, they looked nothing alike. “Lolo’s told me so much about you. All good things!” He looked over to Virgil, a hungry look in his eyes. “Now, who is this handsome stranger?”

The man sitting next to Remus, who Virgil assumed was Logan, lightly smacked Remus on the arm. “Ree, behave.” Remus pouted slightly but nodded.

Virgil took a deep breath before responding. “The name’s Virgil, but you can call me Virge.” He made sure to get eye contact from everyone in the room, but he looked into Remus’ dark orbs as he said ‘Virge.’ After all, ‘Virgey’ was Remus’ favorite nickname for him. Janus went and sat down next to the final individual, who Virgil assumed was Roman. Patton and Virgil sat in the remaining seats. It put Virgil directly next to Remus. Part of Virgil expected Remus to lay his hand on Virgil’s thigh, but Virgil knew he wouldn’t. They hadn’t started the game, after all-

Virgil mentally shook away the thought. They weren’t dating anymore. There was no game. Virgil was going to sit here and be Patton’s perfect boyfriend. Nothing more.

… But Virgil couldn’t stop thinking. About how good Janus’ lips used to taste. About how fun it was to play these games with Remus. About how he still loved them, after all of these years.

Roman, Logan, and Patton chatted for a few minutes while the others sat there silently. Virgil watched as Remus and Janus made eye contact before Remus stood up. “Well, while you three catch up, I’m gonna go get me something to drink. I’m thirstier than a shark in the Sahara.” Virgil felt his breath hitch slightly. That was it. The codephrase they used to start their games. Remus turned to Janus. “Do you want anything, beautiful?”

Janus seemed to ponder the question for a moment before standing up. “I’ll go with you. I’m positively parched.” Janus’ codephrase for ‘I wanna play.’ Janus asked the others what they would like, but Virgil tuned them out. It was inconsequential to the game. Janus then turned to Virgil. “Is there anything you would like, Virgil?” They’re giving me an out. I could say no and pretend I never knew them. But…

Virgil looked over at Patton. Sweet, submissive, vanilla Patton. Then he looked back at Remus and Janus. Two men that knew how to make Virgil scream down to a science. Two men that knew Virgil’s deepest secrets and wildest fantasies. Two men that still held a flame in Virgil’s heart.

Virgil cleared his throat before standing up. “I’ll go see what’s in there. Might grab something to eat while I’m at it.” They all understood the codephrase loud and clear. ‘We need to negotiate some things before we start.’

Remus nodded, his smile widening. “Alrighty then! Let’s go!” Virgil nodded as he followed them out of the room. What did I just sign myself up for?

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #modern setting #intruanxceit #moxiety #roceit #intrulogical #implied smut #past drug use

[dakotablackwood]

Mkay, so, idk if anyone would want to if they even saw this, but I want a few people to Roleplay with. Ship, fluff, angst, smut, whatever as long as there isn't death or extreme gore. I'm looking for Deceit ships and roleplays!

I play Deceit normally in roleplays, but I can be all the light sides and Virgil. The only ship i'm not comfortable with is Demus, otherwise I will do anything. I've done a lot of stuff you would probably never think of in roleplay, so i'm normally chill about everything.

I love angst, and if you're not comfortable with heavy topics, I would suggest finding someone else. Though I do love good angst, I find fluff to be so enjoyable.

!NO TOXIC, ABUSIVE, OR MANIPULATIVE DECEIT!

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #angst #loceit #roceit #moceit #anxiet #tw #smut mention

[silvernightwalker]

Dancing through our love

Pair: Deceit x Roman

Plot: Deceit and Roman grow closer over a few encounters and they're just cute together.

Warnings: smut, screaming, bit of angst and violence.

Word count: I don't know. I lost track lol

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"HOLY MOTHER OF HAIRBRUSHES WHY IS THERE A SNAKE HERE?! WHO'S IS IT?!". Roman's voice echoed through the mindscape and a dark chuckle followed, giving the prince shivers. "I see you've met Dolosa? Come here, baby girl". Deceit stepped out of the shadows and kneeled down so the snake could circle around his arm.

Roman was glued against the fridge, not moving a muscle since the snake had entered the room. "W-what...why...you gave that thing a name?!".

Deceit shot him an irritated look. "You give your friends names too, right? Oh silly me, I must have mistaken. And she's not a thing. She's a beautiful python in a very rare color".

Roman snorted. "Why not befriending humans? Are they too low for you?".

Deceit chuckled, this time with more sincerity. "You actually think I don't want to be friends with you?". Roman made some confused noises. "Please, do figure out if that was a lie or not". The lying side walked away with a mocking laugh and Roman stayed still, slowly letting his breath escape. Oh he was so gonna get it!

It was a few days later when they had their second, friendly encounter. Roman was singing in the ballroom he created in his room while dancing dramatically with another prince he made up in his fantasy realm. Slowly the hands of the prince started to change into yellow gloves and the white outfit transformed into black and yellow. His eyes, that Roman made like blue, shining diamonds, slowly got brown with one yellow iris.

Roman gasped and tried to let go, realizing he couldn't escape the grasp of the lying man. "Oh come on, my dear prince. Let's have one dance", Deceit's voice sounded through all his thoughts and the prince looked into his eyes, slowly giving the control of the dance to the dark side.

They twirled through the ballroom, Deceit's cloak flapping around his body. Roman was mesmerized by the strong lead Deceit was and slowly their bodies came closer, almost as if they hungered for each other. Roman noticed two things. Deceit was a bit taller, which was odd since they were supposed to be the same height. Second was his body temperature. He was way cooler than Roman was and it wasn't just because he had been dancing for a while.

"You're so cool", he whispered and Deceit looked surprised. "Thank...you?". Roman giggled, making Deceit blush a bit. "I meant your body temperature".

Deceit almost stumbled from embarrassment and Roman laughed. "What is this? Deceit blushing and being embarrassed? Who are you and what have you done with Deceit?", he exclaimed dramatically.

Deceit growled and pulled Roman tight against his body before he dipped him down, leaning over him and their lips almost touching. "I am not embarrassed or blushing!".

Roman let out a nervous giggle, but Deceit pulled him up and wildly spun him around. Their footwork somehow matched and they didn't take their eyes off each other. They didn't speak anymore, simply enjoying their dance together. Soon they would go back to being enemies, but for now the were simply two humans enjoying a dance.

The ballroom eventually changed back to Roman's original red and golden bedroom and their dance ended. Deceit bowed and placed a soft but promising kiss on his knuckles. "Till soon, my prince", he whispered and turned around to vanish in dark smoke.

Roman sat down on the bed with a racing heart, completely dazed.

What just happened?

Their third meeting went less...dreamlike. Deceit stood in the middle of their living room, being yelled at by Virgil. Their argument was mean, hard and simply hateful. Patton had left the room with tears in his eyes, not able to handle these kind of fights. Roman eventually instructed Logan to follow the moral trait and make sure he was alright so that Roman could stop their arguing.

"Alright time out for tee and time out for tee, focus on issues or focus on-"

"SHUT UP!", came their harsh response and the fanciful side painfully collided with the wall by the force of their powerful voices. Virgil immediately got a panicked expression and quickly sank out of the room after he whispered a sorry, feeling extremely bad for hurting and scaring one of his friends.

Deceit growled and rushed over to the prince, kneeling in front of him.

"Are you alright?", he asked curtly and held his hand out. Roman groaned with a painful expression on his face and swatted his hand away. "I'm fine".

Deceit stood up with a sigh and Roman followed, his back sore and bruised.

"Make sure you go somewhere private next time you have a fight. Don't you dare upset Patton again", he snapped and walked away, holding his back.

Deceit bit his lip. "That went totally as planned", he sighed.

Roman walked back to his room, feeling sore and hurt. Emotionally. His friend and...other friend? hurt him while he only wanted to help and solve their problem. They used their dark powers on him, even if Virgil didn't mean to. Did Deceit mean it? He was disappointed since he felt a certain attraction to him. Was it really impossible to be friends with the dark sides? He and Virgil had connected and he was a dark side too...

Roman sighed, not able to feel less restless. He was about to close his door to shield himself from the rest of the world when a foot blocked it. He looked up and met the dark eyes of Virgil. They were filled with worry, guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry...it happened before I realized it...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it".

Roman relaxed a bit and slowly raised his hand. Virgil's head ducked a bit and Roman could feel his anxiety radiating from him. He gently placed his hand on top of his hair, sending some calming vibes to him to let him know it was alright. He knew Virgil could be a unpredictable when he was angry or anxious.

"It's fine, Shadow. I know you didn't mean to. But next time, fight somewhere else. Patton was very upset and I hate to see him like that".

Virgil blinked, the feeling of guilt only getting worse. "Is he...okay?". Roman smiled. "Why don't you check up on him yourself? I'm sure he would like that".

"But what if-", he started, but Roman interrupted him.

"No buts. Go and see him. Talk about your problem with Deceit and let him know what happened. He's much better in comforting you then I am".

Virgil gave him a small smile. "You're not bad, Roman". The fanciful side chuckled. "I know when someone is better at something than I am. Now off you go".

He pushed Virgil gently towards the hallway. Virgil saluted in his typical way before he sauntered to Patton's room and knocked on the door. Roman caught a glimps of Patton sobbing and crying into Virgil while pulling him inside his room. He chuckled, knowing they were gonna be alright.

He walked to his bed and slowly lowered himself on it, his back hurting even more now. He was flat on his chest and closed his eyes while summoning his imaginary prince. They immediately knew what Roman wanted and with a snap of a finger he was naked so the warm hands of the imaginary figure could massage the sore muscles.

Roman sighed and whimpered, feeling relief going through his body. Just what he needed!

It was after fifteen minutes when Roman could feel the prince, who had straddled his legs, shifting a bit. He suddenly got a bit heavier, but he was too dazed to realize the difference. He moaned softly when he felt some warm oil dripping on his back and some very smooth, cool hands. They somehow knew the exact places to find and soon the pain started to fade. "I didn't know you had healing powers", Roman sighed, arching his back a bit. "It's all gone...hmmm you sure are a keeper".

The figure smirked and leaned down to press soft, wet kisses on his back, going up to his neck. Roman giggled and wriggled under him, secretly enjoying the feeling. "You naughty prince. I didn't taught you this. Just a massage, remember?". The lips didn't stop and then teeth sank into his skin, just at the nape of his neck. He gasped and moaned, a wave of arousal shooting through his body.

He felt a cool tongue easing the skin and suddenly he realized this wasn't his prince anymore.

He turned around between the strong legs and looked right into Deceit's eyes. "Took you longer than I expected", he smirked. "I was getting bored".

Roman swallowed. "What are you doing?". Deceit smiled, his cool, scaled hands sliding over the hot skin of Roman's chest.

"I may or may not have been planning on apologizing and seeing if I could ease your pain. It's not like I feel the need to press you against the bed and have sex with you until you can't make a sound anymore".

Roman was completely hard and willing when Deceit had finished talking in his deep voice, his cock erected and exposed against his belly. "That- that's hot", he said, moving closer to the lying trait, but Deceit moved away with a serious look. "I'm serious, Roman. I came here to apologize to you for my actions. Virgil is the only one who won't accept me and I can't force him. I understand where he's coming from, but hmpfmmm-"

Deceit's words were muffled by Roman launching forward and kissing him. It felt weird to kiss another side, let alone a light one. He lost his balance and stumbled forward on top of Roman, who in his turn wrapped his arms around his neck, cupping his head to keep him close. Deceit's eyes shut and he started to kiss back, feeling the dark power inside him coming to live with an erotic power.

He pressed himself against Roman and both their cocks twitched in excitement. The prince even leaked pre cum already and Deceit let his fingers slip down to tease the tip. Roman moaned, parting his lips so Deceit could slip his tongue in and oh did that feel good!

They pressed themselves against each other, almost trying to melt together.

"Bite me. Mark me. Make me yours", Roman begged and Deceit growled. "Are you sure you want that?". The man under him nodded and whimpered when he asked and it was enough for Deceit to lick his neck before biting down. Roman gasped and moaned, arching his back and freeing his legs to wrap them around Deceit's body.

"Need you inside me", he begged and Deceit smirked against the bruised flesh. Roman was so different from his usual behavior. He was a begging, needy mess and Deceit happily made it worse. He moved up, parting from Roman and leaned on his knees to take of his cloak and fold it neatly to put it away. After that the rest of his clothes slowly got off, teasing Roman who tried to rip his clothes off.

"Ah ah, be patient, my pet prince". Roman moaned softly upon hearing the nickname and practically devoured the snake man with his eyes. "Just fuck me already", he said with dark eyes and Deceit raised an eyebrow. His hand shot between Roman's legs and grabbed his cock, squeezing it as a punishment.

"What did you say?", he hissed and Roman whimpered again, trying to get more friction.

"I-I'm sorry...Dee...please...not now. Another time. I need you", Roman whispered breathless and Deceit's face softened. "Alright then". He quickly took his black boxers off and Roman licked his lips when he saw how big he was. He was definitely going to enjoy that!

Deceit captured his lips again while his hand blindly summoned some lube.

Soon his fingers circled around Roman's entrance and he pushed a finger inside, feeling how he almost sucked him in.

"Just give it to me. I like it rough", he said and Deceit gave him an uncertain look. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you". Roman nodded and grabbed Deceit's hard cock, putting some lube on it. He wrapped an arm around the dark trait and pulled him closer to watch his expression change when he slowly guided him into his tight heat. Deceit squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth falling open in concentration not to cum immediately. They both moaned and gasped, Roman letting him move slowly until he was completely burried inside him.

Deceit slowly opened his eyes to look down at Roman and brushed the hair out of his face. "You're so beautiful", he whispered and Roman smiled, feeling butterflies in his stomach. "Not as beautiful as the man I'm looking at".

Deceit snorted. "You know we're the same person?". Roman laughed and kissed him softly, moving his hips.

Deceit got the hint and they slowly started to move in a steady, relaxed pace. There was no hurry and he wanted Roman to have a slow building orgasm. They kept looking at each other, not able to break the contact since it made them both feel like it was only them in the world. Roman's hand cupped his face, caressing the scales on the left side of his face while both their right hands linked fingers.

Slowly Deceit started moving a bit faster, his hips rolling in a deep and sensual way. Roman's legs automatically spread wider to take him all the way in, his free hand stroking the scales that scattered all over his body.

Suddenly the prince gasped, his legs quivering a bit and Deceit smirked, realizing he had found his pleasure spot. He snapped his hips forward, making Roman scream and dugging his nails in his shoulder. "Fuck! Right there", he cried out and Deceit made sure to keep thrusting like that in the pace they had.

Roman was completely losing his mind, not able to form normal English sentences as he felt the orgasmic tension slowly building inside him and he clenched around Deceit's cock. The dark side moaned and kissed him again, jerking him off. He was close and he could feel Roman was also not able to keep it in for longer.

"Let's cum together, Ro. Can you do that for me, baby?". Roman made some noises and kissed him again and again. Soon Roman arched his back, spreading his legs and sucking him in as deep as possible, stuttering: "I'm gonna...gonna cum...Dee!".

Deceit thrusting inside him hard and biting down his neck pulled him over the edge and small tears escaped the corner of his eyes when the insane pleasure ripped through his body. He cried and moaned, scratching Deceit's back in the process and soon he felt warmth flooding inside him, knowing his partner came too.

Deceit moaned loud and stilled inside him, filling Roman with his seed. They were sweaty and panting, but so satisfied and tired that Roman hid his face in Deceit's scaled neck and quickly fell asleep, the dark trait following soon.

When Roman woke up he felt complete and warm, but cool at the same time. He looked up and saw Deceit's face, his eyes closed in a peaceful sleep while their bodies were pressed together. Roman moved a bit and suddenly the realization hit him that Deceit had never pulled out. A goofy smirk appeared on his face and Roman gently turned them around so he was on top. He started moving his hips and both their cocks responded immediately.

As soon as Deceit's cock was completely hard he started bouncing on him rough and fast and the man under him moaned and gasped. Slowly his eyes opened and he saw Roman riding him like his life depended on it.

"R-Roman, stop!! I'm gonna...", he warned him, but it was already too late and Deceit could only grip his hips, slamming himself deep inside him before he came again. "Fuck yes! Fill me up, daddy!", Roman moaned dirty between his gritted teeth.

Deceit panted, his toes curling and he grabbed Roman's bouncing cock to get him off. Soon Roman felt himself tensing up and came with a loud cry over Deceit's hand. "That's it, baby. Cum for me", he cooed and worked him through his orgasm. When Roman whimpered he pulled away and licked his hand clean while looking at the creative side. "Hmm you taste amazing", he smirked and Roman moaned softly.

"That was really good". They laughed and Deceit slowly moved up to grab Roman and lift him up for a shower. They both whimpered from overstimulation, but Deceit was afraid if he pulled out now, everything would drip out on the carpet, since his loads were pretty big.

They got showered, which took very long since they couldn't keep their hands off each other and eventually ended up downstairs on the couch, being lazy and watching movies. Roman was stretched on the couch with Deceit on top of him, keeping him warm since he wasn't very active and he wasn't wearing his cloak. Their limbs were tangled with each other's and Roman gently stroked Deceit's curly hair, enjoying the soft sensation between his fingers. Dolosa was curled up in the fluffy carpet on the floor, feeling relaxed with her friend and his friend.

At a certain moment Virgil walked into the room and almost stepped on the snake, screeching when she hissed softly. "HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING DOING HERE?! WHO'S IS IT?!".

Both sides shot up, looking startled at Virgil. It was then that the anxious side noticed the two on the couch.

"Excuse me, but what the flipping fuck are you two doing?", he snapped, mainly at Deceit.

"We're building a tower of cucumber and olives", Deceit said deadpanned.

Roman's shoulders shook from laughing and he bit his lip.

"She's not a thing, but a python in a very rare color named Dolosa. And she's my boyfriend's snake", Roman said as if it was completely normal. Deceit's mouth fell open, letting a happy squeal out and kissed him passionately, earning a surprised look from Roman.

"You...called me your boyfriend", he mumbled with a blush. Roman laughed and kissed his forehead. "Yeah, I figured that's what we are now. Unless you don't want to?" Deceit shook his head. "If I'd say that I would lie". Roman snorted. "Yeah, we can't have you lying. That would be horrible". They looked at each other before they started laughing.

Virgil blinked, completely baffled by the whole situation. "Wha- boyfriend?? What the actual-", he stuttered and walked away in complete confusion, leaving the two lovebirds alone. He needed another session with Patton before he could ever function again...

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #deceit sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #ts deceit #ts virgil #romance #smut #fanfic #roceit