#lee!deceit

[knismesisitude]

JANUS' LAUGH IN THE BLOOPERS AHHHHH

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

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

Janus stepped back, his eyes darting, looking for any way to escape. “Surely, Logan, we can resolve this in another way.”

Logan simply took another step towards him, his expression stern. “I believe I made it clear to you yesterday that any further comparisons of Roman to his brother would result in this specifically.”

Janus gulped. Logan had indeed made that clear while he was thoroughly wrecking Janus yesterday. As well as promising to make the next time tickle even more.

“Surely, this needn’t be counted,” Janus tried, taking another step back. “Even you have to admit they occasionally create very similar dreams.”

“I left no room for excuses,” Logan said. “A correct comparison is still a comparison.”

Janus tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. “Logan…”

Logan stepped forward again, blocking Janus against the wall. He raised one eyebrow, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. “I am going to quite enjoy this.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Janus’s back as Logan sank them both to his torture chamber.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

“I’m sure you will,” Logan said indulgently, holding Janus gently.

[caffeinecoffeesnek]

You don’t mind?

Janus is craving touch an affection, but above all he craved tickles. But he knows full well he’ll never get any of it because he knows none of the other sides like him at all, so he makes the choice to stay quiet about it. But with careful eye, one side catches on to it an eventually alerts the rest of them to the touch-starved snake who slipped right under their nose with what he truely wanted.

Tickle fic!

(Includes: touch-starved snek, ler everyone, Possibly DRLAMP??, A bit of angst then fluff, tickles, Swearing! And it’s very long!)

Touch. Oh how deeply Janus craved it, the warmth of another side as he cuddled them, their warm gentle hand holding his hand or his cheek or stroking his hair, god it made him melt inside, but the one thing he craved more was being tickled. He hadn’t been tickled in years an almost forgot what it felt like, all he remembered was the enjoyment of the strange tingling feeling as fingers danced or skittered across him, or the beautiful feeling of the tased ripple feeling of raspberries on his skin or even just the very light touches on his scales made him all wriggly.

But he’s imagining an fuzzy melty feeling quickly vanished when he remembered the current moment he was in. In his room, on his bed, laying under the sheets as his alarm went off for the start of the day, Janus groaned an turned his alarm off, rubbing his eyes as he sat upright while the terrible feeling of his stomach clawing at his insides returned to torture him. He sighed an got up, grabbing his hat off the bed pole an walking tiredly to his closet.

After getting dressed in his normal outfit he slipped his gloves on an listened to see if he could hear anyone awake. When he heard nothing he walked out of his room an closed the door behind him, while he walked his stomach clawing at his inside grew worse as he walked passed everyone else’s doors in the hall, just wanting to go in an snuggle into their bed an up to the side while they slept. Janus got downstairs and began making a tea, he really wasn’t too hungry for food but it helped him a little bit so he just got some of Pattons cookies out of the jar an nibbled on one as he waited for the kettle to finish boiling. He could taste all the love Patton put into his cookies an as much as it helped a bit it also made things worse since he wanted- no, needed that same love from someone, literally anyone. But the reality came back to bite him when he remembered that everyone disliked him with every fibre in their being an how much he’d fucked up with everyone an hurt them. So it lead Janus to believe that he just was undeserving of anyone’s time, love an affection. He acted like it didn’t bother him but inside it really destroyed him.

He’d pushed Virgil away an made him leave. He’d pretend to be Logan twice an made him feel un-listened to everyone. He’d pretended to be Patton and fucked with his emotions an feelings which now led him to being insecure. He’d messed with Roman and then made him also insecure an if that wasn’t enough he’d compared him to the side he feared most to become an actually called him evil. An now he’d left Remus on his own when he promised he wouldn’t leave him. Fuck was their anything he didn’t do wrong?

Janus let out a shaky sigh as his heart sank further at the memories an thoughts of it, tears faintly starting to well up an blur his vision as he grabbed the kettle an poured the boiling water in his cup an bounced his tea bag around in the water. He picked his cup up an sipped it, not even noticing or caring that he wasn’t holding it by the handle, no matter how much it burned. Just then, he heard someone coming downstairs, he had gotten so used to the daily routines that he could detect which side it was from many different ways an sounds, the footsteps were normal paced, a bit heavy, but quite in check with the timing as they walked down the stairs an to the kitchen. “Logan.” Janus greeted with his every day voice all while without looking up from his cup. “Janus.” Logan greeted back as he began making his normal black coffee.

Janus glanced over and watched Logan made his coffee, god he could so easily ask for cuddles or tickles right now and be free of his cravings- but Logan wasn’t touchy feely and probably wouldn’t do something so childish so he kept his mouth shut about it. Around an hour an half later Patton came downstairs to start on breakfast for everyone as per normal. “morning kiddo’s.” Patton spoke cheerfully. “Good morning Patton.” Logan replied while I just gave a nod as I finished my tea and placed it in the sink. Everyone was starting to come downstairs an wake so this was normally the time I go back upstairs an back into my room, occasionally I’ll stay downstairs for a while longer but very rarely now days. I walked back up the stairs an into my bedroom an closing the door, Damn it! I had the perfect opportunity! I could have told them everything, or even just Patton- would they have cared though? No of course not that’s stupid

I sighed softly and sat at my desk as my stomach clawed at its walls, begging for touch or love or just- something!? But I knew I wasn’t ever going to get it even though I didn’t know how how longer I could keep this up. I tapped my fingers on the table as I thought, not realising that hours had gone past until there was a knock at my door and a familiar voice “Kiddo, Lunch is ready!” I heard Patton call out, I sighed an stood up as I heard the playful sound of footsteps leave. I suppose I can try sit down with everyone- even if that may cause some trouble.

As I walked downstairs I saw everyone else was already sitting at the table as Patton brought lunch over, I took a quiet breath an walked over with my normal look an took a seat closest to the end of the table. I was sat next to Logan which I suppose gave me some sort of Relief but that was quickly followed by uneasiness when I noticed Virgil sitting across from me, I avoided eye contact with him an started eating lunch after I thanked Patton who smiled an sat down, his arm brushing against me as he went by, even through the clothes I could feel the warmth of his touch an it make me jolt, but only slightly.

What I hadn’t noticed was the side directly across from me had noticed my jolt after seeing Patton brush against me and even that caused him to become suspicious and after lunch when I was about to retreat back upstairs, someone grabbed my wrist. I looked up to see Virgil eyeing me off, my wrist burned with warmth from where Virgil gripped my wrist but I could tell something was up “alright, what have I done now?” I asked bluntly, mostly expecting Virgil to go off on me again or something. What caught me off guard completely was when he asked “is- everything okay?”

I stood there for some time, had Virgil just asked me that? Was he just faking his concern? Was he actually worried? I snapped out of my thoughts as Virgil cleared his throat “yes- ‘I’m fine’” I lied, but I could tell Virgil didn’t believe that for one moment “I know when you lie. What’s going on” he quietly snapped. I was a bit taken back by this but I sighed, choosing to play along “oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that your grabbing my wrist and snapping at me? I don’t need your pity or you pretending you care because Patton told you to check on me.” I hissed back but quietly as to not draw more attention.

I yanked my wrist free an kept walking but felt someone’s arms around me in seconds, god it burned but it felt so nice, I looked again an paused when it was Virgil. “W-what are you-“ I went to ask but I was quickly shushed, an not even 10 seconds later I felt a hand stroking my hair. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on but at this point I didn’t care, I leaned into him an rested my head on his chest as he slowly lowered us to the ground, still stroking my hair so ever gently.

I didn’t notice the others coming around (Patton especially) but I didn’t care at the moment, someone was touching me- I couldn’t believe it, I felt like water to the dying. “Storm cloud, what are you doing with Mr.Lies-?” I heard Roman ask which snapped me out of my trance. “He needs touch. I saw it at lunch when Patton brushed against him, your touch starved aren’t you” I felt him look at me, along with the rest of them. I was quiet for a while, still not trusting this but I nodded softly. “Oh kiddo.. why didn’t you tell us?” “Because.. I didn’t deserve it- not after everything I’ve done to all of you..”

There was silence for a minute and I thought I’d screwed up again, I got ready to make a dash when I felt another pair of arms around me, then two, then three then- 4? I opened my eyes an my eyes had to be deceiving me, everyone was hugging me- even Remus- I didn’t know what to say, but the burning grew and I felt so much better so I just snuggled into the touch. After a while they pulled away but Virgil stayed holding me “Janus, all you did is in the past now, you must let this go” Logan spoke “and your always preaching self care snakie-“ Remus said but stopped as he got an idea, the rest of them getting the same and I was confused until I was pinned down.

I watched as Patton and Logan pinned my arms, Virgil sitting on my waist and The twins sitting on both of my legs. At this point I realised what was going on and started blushing as I felt my lee mood start to rise once again. “Poor jannie, who’s been so busy with everyone else that he didn’t look after himself” Patton teased as I felt him undo the buttons on my shirt. “Such a Shame and then lying about it too us! That just won’t do!” Roman sprung as I felt him and Remus taking off my shoes and socks, “n-now now, l-let’s not be to hasty” I stammered out.

“Naw, is someone nervous? Don’t be, we’re all just gonna get our sweet revenge” Virgil grinned as he placed his hands on my now bare stomach, making me blush more but I couldn’t help but smile nervously. “N-not nervou-OUSHSHSHS!” I shouted and laughed as Virgil started rapidly squeezing my sides, I squealed an arched my back a bit as Logan and Patton dug into my pits, letting out hissed laugher as my tongue came out. I was honestly glad they were holding me down because I would have been bucking like a bull.

I almost screamed as Remus and Roman started tickling my soles, Roman especially getting at my toes. “Awww, look how much he’s enjoying it” Patton teased as Virgil let up, a signal for the others as well as they all let up, I laid their giggling for a bit before getting my breath back “so, you think you can handle more?” Virgil questioned with a teasing tone. I blushed and tried to hide in my shoulder. “I believe we need an answer Janus” I heard Logan speak as he tweaked my ribs which caused me to giggle and try to wriggle away, I blushed heavily as I mumbled “..again..”

“Sorry snakie we didn’t hear you~!” Remus called as I felt a cold liquid on my feet, oil. I whined but sighed “a-again! Please-!” I managed to blurt out which made the others grin (even Logan) “oh we’d be happy to give you more~ but we’re gonna be here a while~” Virgil spoke as he started skittering his fingers over my stomach as his other hand squeezed my hips. I jolted an laughed, squeezing my eyes shut as I just accepted my fate.

But I have to say, it’s a fate I’d accept any day and now I can come to any of them whenever I need.

[wholesome-lee-trash]

I'm not the best artist. However, I'm still sick and drawing is how I cope, so, I thought, why not make some art for you all?

Hope you like it!

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Virgil's Curiosity (Anxceit)

This was written Pre-Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux, so I know the name for Deceit is different. The reason why I used Dolion instead of other commonly used names like Dee or Damien was because I wanted to use something different. Also, Dolion is of Greek origin and actually means "Deceit" or "Liar". (That's right I did my research lol) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. As I said before, this fic and all other Sanders Sides fics that I've written are also found on Wattpad. I have the link to the book on my Masterlist, so if you wanted to find them all, then you can. Without further ado, please enjoy "Virgil's Curiosity".

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Dolion yawned as he trudged down the stairs in a yellow tank top and black boxer shorts. Last night had been tiring for him because he had been up all night reorganizing the secrets that Thomas was keeping for his friends. When he got down the stairs, he instantly went over to the couch, laid down with his ankles crossed, right arm behind his head, left arm resting on his stomach, and went gay to sleep. It had been a couple of hours since Dolion started his nap when Virgil came downstairs while playing on his phone. He looked up and smiled at his boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully, but he soon noticed the scales that covered his left arm and leg.

Cautiously, Virgil stepped toward his snoozing lover. He looked over him, examining the detail of his scales and looking down to scan the scales on his arms and legs. He slowly traced the creases between the ones on Dolion's arm, retracting when his right arm came down to scratch at the light touch. Dolion then put both arms over his head while still sleeping comfortably. "Does he have scales on his complete left side?" Virgil wondered to himself.

He moved down and lifted the hem of one of Dolion's shorts legs to find more scales going up his thigh and traced the spaces between them. He heard Dolion moan and squirm a little at the touch, but he thought he also saw a small smile spread his lips for a hot second. A mischievous thought immediately popped into Virgil's head at that sight. Virgil moved down Dolion's body more and saw the top of his feet had scales, but his soles had a faint pattern. He traced along the tracks of the pattern, earning him sleepy giggles from the slumbering serpent.

Virgil then moved back up and lifted the hem of Dolion's shirt to see the left half of his six-pack and his left peck completely covered in pale, yellow-green scales. With his sinister smirk, Virgil thought through his mischievous plot, "What if his scales are more sensitive than regular skin..?" He slowly tracked his index finger up and down Dolion's right side a couple of times, earning him a quiet moan and sleepy giggles. He then did the same motion on the scaled side, and those reactions were practically polar opposites.

Dolion's eyes shot open as he screeched from the touch. Virgil jumped as his own pair of orbs widened drastically at the sound. Dolion sat up quickly and looked at his boyfriend that sat by his side with an annoyed glare. "Was that really necessary?" he asked. "Yes," Virgil replied as he looked at his boyfriend with the biggest grin that screamed devious plans.

In a matter of moments, Virgil pounced onto Dolion and pinned him against the couch cushions. Of course, Dolion struggled but was unsuccessful because he forgot one highly important thing. Remember this too, reader: "No matter how small he may be, NEVER underestimate Virgil's strength". Looming intimidatingly over his lover, Virgil whispered in his ear, "Consider this experiment as payback for all the crap you've put me through all those years before." Dolion's heterochromatic orbs almost popped out of his head as he struggled to escape his attacker's weight and hold.

Virgil brought his right hand into his view and slowly and teasingly lowered it toward the scaly skin as Dolion cried out his begs for mercy. "Virgil! Virgy. Love. Darling, please. Can't we talk about this?" Dolion begged. Virgil paused for a bit, leaving the sneky boi to think he'd spare him. Unfortunately, he thought wrong as all he heard was "Nah..." and five fingers had a dance party on Deceit's sensitive scales on his side. Of course he gave an appropriate response: howling with laughter.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! VIRGAHAHAHAHAHAL STAHAHAHAHAP!" Dolion screeched out. It was so loud, Virgil almost had to cover his ears, but he persisted with his vengeance. "Sorry, babe," Virgil said, being sure to put an emphasis on the latter word, "but I can't let you go until you've paid your debt entirely." With that, he dropped down and hovered his face over the scaly skin on Dolion's side. The snake in question watched with widened eyes and violently shook to escape his boyfriend's hold, but he was already too weak from all the laughing he had done before.

Then, it happened. The one thing that Dolion dreaded to experience. Virgil blew a long, hard, and tingling raspberry on his scaled side. Dolion absolutely lost it. Writhing and flailing and screaming with guffaws, you'd think he'd gone mad, and he kinda did. "VIRGAHAHAHAHAHAHAL OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! I GIHIHIHIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIHIHIHIHIVE! UNCLE UNCUHUHULE!!!" Dolion cried out as he fell into silent laughter with rivers of tears flowing down his cheeks. Virgil saw he was at his wit's end, and he immediately stopped his attack on the poor snake. Dolion curled in on himself as Virgil tried rubbing away the leftover sensations.

Once the fork-tongued facet was able to calm down, Virgil looked at him apologetically with a glass of water in his hands. Dolion gulped it down greedily to satisfy his dry throat. It was then when Virgil spoke up, "I'm sorry, babe. I got curious, and I guess I went overboard." Dolion pulled the glass away from his lips as the emo continued, "I must admit, though, that is a pretty cute trait to have." The serpent rolled his eyes playfully and shook his head as a small blush lighty dusted across his human cheek. He finally replied, "Well you are forgiven, darling," and he kissed Virgil's forehead before adding on, "but there is one thing I must say about this whole thing aside from keeping this from the others."

Virgil nodded and responded, "Your secret's safe with me, but what else?" Dolion leaned forward a little and whispered one word: "Run." Of course, Virgil didn't need anymore prompting. Almost as fast as a bullet, his Fight or Flight Reflexes™ kicked in, and he darted to his room and locked the door. Let's start with the fact that he didn't come back out until the next day around noon. Then, let's add on that when he finally did come out, Dolion was ready and waiting for him.

[verynickelpizzarascal]

I love that concept @kanene-yaaay. I’m obsessed with it now lol

[cursed-c0llective]

Tickletober Day 7:Unusual Tool (late)

a/n so this is the first fic I’ve written so I know it isn’t very good and it’s also a day late but here it is

tw: spider silk and Janus 

word count: 612

“WAHAIHIHT NOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP!” Janus’ cries could be heard throughout the mind palace. This had been a common occurrence ever since the deceitful side had been accepted as one of the light sides, Janus getting wrecked by the emo side. 

“Nah I don’t think I will” the aforementioned purple side lazily said while scribbling his fingers over the serpent sides tummy. The purple side was hanging upside down by the same spider silk that was keeping Janus in place. 

It was Janus’ idea actually. He had seen Virgil spinning a web in his room for his pet tarantula, Aragog, to climb on and was immediately interested in it. Despite what other people might think, the ‘classy’ side got quite frequent lee moods so when Janus found himself in yet another lee mood his mind ran wild with fantasies. One of the things that kept recurring in his fantasies though, was Virgil’s spider silk trapping him, rendering him immobile until Virgil had mercy on him, having the silk saw between his toes while he couldn’t do a thing about it were all wishes that danced through his mind.

The yellow side thought that he could keep the fantasies to himself but the more he had the more he knew that wasn't going to happen. He eventually, after a few hours of intense lee suffering, walked over to the emo sides room and took his capelet off, a telltale sign that the deceitful side was asking for tickles. This wasn’t the first time Janus had come to Virgil during his lee moods, during the moments when he was craving tickles the most. 

Virgil actually, despite popular belief, knew the deceitful side very well and could tell when something was bothering him. This led to the anxious side being able to coax the confession of the fantasies from Janus (but not without a few teasing remarks from the anxious side that left Janus even more flustered). 

This leads us to our current predicament. With Janus laying down wrapped up with spider silk around his arms, effectively pinning him in place and leaving him at Virgil’s mercy, and hysterically laughing.

“DOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAP!” 

“Awww I knew you liked this, being at my mercy, being tickled while you can’t do a thing to stop it~” the patchwork hoodie clad side cooed teasingly. However, his fingers started to slow a bit as he could see the other side was very red in the face and was quite out of breath. 

“Ohohoho gohohod,” Janus quietly giggled, still flustered and feeling the phantom sensations of Virgil’s fingers on his tummy. 

“You okay there Janny?” the emo side questioned, concerned when his fellow dark side didn’t stop giggling after a few minutes. 

“Yehehes Ihihihim fihihine. Buhuhut Ihi thihink Ihihim dohohone fohohor nohohow”.

“Okay… do you wanna cuddle? Ya know aftercare and shit like that-” Virgil hastily asked, sounding very flustered, a stark contrast from his previous persona with all his teasing the shit out of Janus. 

“Ohoho s-sure” the yellow side shyly said as he tugged on his arms to show Virgil that he couldn’t move towards him. 

“Oh shit yeah i forgot about that-” the emo said, rushing towards Janus to get the spider silk off of him. As he took the silk off of the other sides arms he slowly worked his lee's arm down, as they had been up for a while. As soon as the bowler hat wearing side was free he immediately moved closer to Virgil and clung to him. 

As both sides drifted off to sleep, holding each other close, they both knew that this wouldn’t be the last time they did this.

[asters-galaxy]

Rainy Day

(So I know I don’t have any followers who are even...remotely interested. But I woke up to the sound of rain today, and I had an idea. First fic on this blog, sorry if it’s not deserving of being here. Tagging @oliviaischillin1204 and @little-lee-stories as they were the writers who most inspired me not only to write this, but to post it as well.)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are primarily kink themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Roceit

Characters: Lee!Janus and Ler!Roman

Words: 1404

Janus was lying down on the couch in his usual spot, cocooned up in several blankets and preparing for his daily afternoon nap. His bowler hat was off to the side on the arm of the couch, and he felt fidgety and uncomfortable.

You see, it happened to be raining that particular day, and rain only made things harder for Janus. He loved to lay in the sunshine as it streamed through the curtains, warming his scales and putting him to sleep with ease. The dreariness that came with rain only annoyed him and made him wish it would go away. Even the gentle sound of raindrops outside vexed him further.

Logan, who loved the rain (but never went outside anyways), told him it would be fine and that he could just cuddle up with plenty of blankets. The yellow side was grumpy about this, but took Logan’s advice, which brought him to his current situation. It was still impossible to sleep. Just wonderful.

“Hello, Janus!~” a familiar and cheery voice sang out.

“Well,” Janus mumbled, “the day just got a bit better.”

Roman sprung over to the couch, clearly excited for whatever reason, and Janus sat up to greet him. Even with how annoyed and tired he felt, he still cuddled up to his boyfriend and gave him a small kiss on the cheek...somehow with all of those blankets still covering him like a fluffy shield.

“How are you today, my love?” he purred, and Janus flushed a lovely shade of red.

“The sun’s not out,” was his only answer. Roman chuckled and cuddled further into him, already making him warmer and much more comfortable. He pulled Janus back down onto the couch and snuggled him from behind.

“Guess I’ll just have to warm you up then!~”

Janus sighed and stayed where he was, slightly concerned that the other sides would see him being so openly friendly, but he shrugged it off. His shoulders relaxed, and Roman pulled him closer to his chest. Though he still wasn’t tired, this was definitely an improvement.

A few gentle kisses to his ear startled him, and he jolted at the touch. It was unexpected, yes, but not unpleasant. As if he’d ever audibly admit that. Roman hummed a bit, and as Janus relaxed again, more tickly kisses were planted along the shell of his ear. With this only came very slight shaking and the quietest of sweet giggles.

“Are you...laughing?” Roman suddenly asked, unable to keep the grin out of his voice. Janus flinched and buried his face in the blankets.

“Abssssolutely not. As if I ever would.”

Raising an eyebrow and thoroughly amused, Roman held Janus as close as he could and resumed kissing his ear, though now those kisses also trailed down to what parts of his neck he could reach. And, thanks to the angle the two were lying in, those kisses were pressed very gently into Janus’ scales.

This prompted a soft squeak, and Janus squirmed with embarrassment. He was already ticklish enough, but his scales were so much more sensitive. That only made the situation more flustering and ridiculous. The yellow side decided that this was, in fact, too ridiculous -- he would not laugh. He would not let Roman know about this silly little part of him. He was stubborn, and he had outwitted Roman before, so why not now?

“Because this is unbearable, that’s why.”

“Come on, luv,” Roman whispered gently, his hand slipping through the folds of the blankets without Janus noticing. “It’s alright, there’s no need to be so tense. I can really stop if you want me to.”

Oh god. He had to admit it. Janus groaned and hid his face further, trying to make a choice -- tell Roman that this was bothersome and keep his secret, or sacrifice his dignity for a few minutes of joy. He bit his tongue so as to not speak too early and turn into a stuttering mess. Deep in thought, it took him a few moments, until he decided.

“I...I want you to stop.”

The strange inflection on the word “want” confused Roman for a second, until he figured it out. That voice was one Janus used often, even in his presence. It was the kind of voice that had given him away when he first appeared to Thomas. A small smile crept onto his face, and he kissed the back of Janus head.

“So you don’t want me to stop, is that it?” Janus ears burned with crimson, and Roman chuckled. He began scribbling his fingers along Janus’ stomach, which prompted a quiet snort. “Aw...with pleasure, my dear.”

Janus was instantly a mess, not broken into laughter, but extremely flustered with no way to recover from it. The blankets were falling away and slipping onto the floor, so he took to hiding his mirthful giggles in his hands. Unfortunately, this allowed Roman even easier access to his stomach, which he immediately took advantage of.

“Rohohomannn!” Janus whined. “Nohohohohooo!”

“No?” Roman asked, feigning shock. “But dear, you asked me to tickle you! So why no?”

Somehow, it was possible for Janus to blush further. It was getting harder and harder to contain his laughter, and Roman’s teasing was just making it worse. Worse as in better, as Janus’ own thoughts told him.

He yipped in surprise as Roman’s hand slipped up his shirt, then went back to squirming and giggling as his stomach was gently scratched. The fanciful side was surprisingly good at this, and it would have even been peaceful if Janus wasn’t so embarrassed. His giggling turned into slightly pitched laughter as his scales caught his boyfriend’s attention.

“Rohohohomahahahn! Nahahahat the scahahahalessss!”

“Not the scales?” the creative side mused, the hiss and laughter giving him a smile of his own. “But you seem to be so happy! You’re laughing, aren’t you?”

“Sssshahahahaddup!”

At that statement, Janus managed to roll over and face his mischievous boyfriend, but he immediately realized that it was a mistake. First, Roman could see exactly how flushed he was, and could also see the wobbly smile on his face. Second, Janus could see Roman’s face as well, and the delighted glint in his eyes paired with a devilish smirk. And third, with Janus being so close and leaving no room to attack his stomach...Roman’s devious hands went to his lower back instead.

Janus positively shrieked, and the sound must have startled anyone else within earshot, but Roman was filled with glee at the sound. “Ahahahahahaha! N-nahahahat there! A-ahahahanywhehehere buhuhut thehehere!” His laughter grew to a humiliatingly high pitch, and only got louder as the tickling continued.

“Awww, did I find a soft spot?~” Roman cooed, his hands gently kneading around the spine and skimming his sides every so often. Janus couldn’t answer -- he was in hysterics at this point, and as one of Roman’s hands snuck to press into his shoulder blades, he found himself unable to think. He was just there, cackling while squirming and with his eyes filling to the brim with tears.

It was wonderful.

After a few minutes, which felt like a blissful hour to Janus, his boyfriend slowed and stopped tickling. Instead, he rubbed his back with a soft touch, something akin to a tender massage. Janus’ hiccuping and flinching turned into slight trembling, then slowly calmed into just stillness and leisure. He rarely ever felt such peace.

“Did you enjoy yourself, luv?” Roman asked sweetly, taking a very comforting tone to his voice. Janus could only nod as a kiss was planted on his forehead. Thoughts of humiliation and shame were far behind him -- he was just here, with Roman, warm and cuddled up while raindrops still rapped on the window.

Roman snatched the fallen blankets off of the floor and draped them back over Janus, though he was now under the covers as well. Janus yawned quietly and buried his face in Roman’s chest, wrapping his arms all the way around him and cuddling with such free elation.

“I will get you back eventually,” he hissed, but his threat sounded much less menacing from his current position. After a few more moments of just quiet, Roman was surprisingly asleep -- he must have tired himself out. Unable to force away a smile, Janus kissed his nose and felt himself begin to drift off as well.

Perhaps rainy days weren’t so bad after all.