#janus submission

[sanderssidesplaylist]

(Grabbing Janus and slapping a Will Wood sticker on him, again) I think Cicada Days by Will Wood is pretty Janus-coded (in either an anxceit or a Janus & Thomas way)

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize  With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies  Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk  And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast  Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts  Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And God knows crying ain't gonna change a thing  She said "Take care"  But I take more than I bring

She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much"  "'Cause when you leave you know you takе more than your love"  Just one week of cicada days, wе're losing touch  And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars  That were all glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized  Purple waves of ancient chemicals just whisper!  Did you ever build with those endangered bones?  Well, the ground looks soft enough to bury this now  Oh, please, oh no

And then my sponsor said "Do nothing, nothing works"  And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts"

She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much"  "'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love"  The seasons of cicada days, we can't make up  And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up  Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave  Okay, I'll pack my stuff  Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?  Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it  So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't  One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen

[darksideweeks]

Dukeceit Week Starts July 13th and ends July 19th!

Woot woot!! these are the prompts for Dukeceit Week!!

Like always, two prompts a day - do one or the other or both, squish em together throw in an extra (or how many) if you want to - or do just the extras!

Day 1: Puppets | Adventure.

Day 2: Guard Dog | Beast.

Day 3: Pet Names | Causing Trouble/Lies & Mayhem.

Day 4: Out of the Shadows | Unhinged/Wild.

Day 5: Disney Villains | Together.

Day 6: Honeymoon | Keeping Secrets.

Day 7: Adam & Eve/Religious Imagery/Apple | Style Swap.

Extras!

Annoyance.

Brilliant.

Fangs.

Green & Gold.

Solitary.

Quirky.

Warm.

[bitemarx]

my piece for @simple-seranade’s ship of theseus au, as part of the @tss-storytime big bang!

read the fic here!

[virgil-is-verge]

day 5: ocean

@acesidesweek

[part-time-zombie]

Something about how the dark sides all seemed to work with each other with their answers (Virgil asking about dragons being "on the table" + Remus commenting about noone else doing dragons only for Janus to immediately choose a dragon, also Remus asking if any of the others said "daddy" yet when Janus already had).

Meanwhile the other sides were fairly confused/uninformed of each others answers and even how they chose to interpret the game (Logan constantly asking for clarification and Patton needing to be told what "hear me out" actually means + Roman generally focusing on his own submissions and not much else).

Idk, just thinking about that...

[ozzgin]

I love your work! It is so hard to find good Baki writers. Could you please do a Yujiro x Female fighter reader. I feel like Yujiro would actually start falling head over heels with a reader who fights well and is as sadistic as him.

Thank you! And yes, realistically speaking - or at least what makes most sense in my opinion - Yuujirou would go for someone that not only is submissive to him (because any human would then suffice), but also shows impressive skill and strength. There’s an interesting idea that I once read in the introduction of “The Gates of Janus”, the book written by serial killer Ian Brady. The foreword author argued that Ian is what you’d call a rat king, an alpha above most alphas, and that for such personalities, most of the time, an equally dominant woman is sought for as a partner. Naturally she’d submit to him still, but only a woman of high dominance could keep up with this kind of intense character. This mentality felt a bit outdated and potentially misogynistic to me, but I think it really fits in the case of Yuujirou. Sorry for the ramble.

Yandere! Yuujirou Hanma x Fighter! Reader

Featuring The Ogre and a female reader that nearly matches him in strength and ruthlessness. TW: Dubious consent, violence.

[Baki Masterlist]

Yuujirou can have anyone in the world, whether man or woman. It’s not up to them, really. It’s up to his mood and whims. And when he can have just about anyone, actually finding someone worth his interest becomes a difficult task. He doesn’t need an extra weight to drag around and as far as he’s concerned, commitment is not something he requires in his life. What would be the point?

No, for someone of his status, commitment doesn’t come as moral etiquette or requirement for a relationship. He has considered it, and in theory it could only be offered out of his genuine interest and never demanded by someone else. For The Ogre himself to fixate on one person and never wander eyes anywhere else… They would really have to impress him. Guarantee him that this is a one time deal never to be found again. And once that person is found, they’d do well to perform their role as his partner because there is no way out of it.

Lamentably, such temptation has never crossed his path. That is until a feminine figure strides into the ring of the Underground Arena. Yuujirou is ready to burst with laughter, but he’s quickly silenced by the rather abrupt end of the match. The mysterious character remains unfazed by the opponent’s blow and uses the opportunity to swiftly twist and crush the offensive limb. With the same indifference plastered on the face throughout the agonizing wails of the much larger man, she delivers her ending move and within seconds the arena is quiet again. After recollecting himself from this unexpected succession, Yuujirou turns to Strydum that’s been watching with similar amazement. “Who the hell is that?” He grunts. “I don’t know. Should I find out?”

Sometimes Yuujirou will replay the encounter in his head. He still gets shivers of raw excitement whenever he remembers your eyes back then. That utterly defiant glare. Strydum had asked you to meet them in private and as you entered the room, you immediately demanded to know why you’d been summoned. The Colonel begun fumbling in terror, almost begging you indirectly to not upset the redheaded man. “M-Mr. Hanma wished to see you, Miss (Y/N)-“ he was interrupted by your resounding snarl. “And who the fuck is Mr. Hanma to afford such audacity?” At that moment Yuujirou stood up, hands in pockets but visibly tensed up. You instinctively clenched your fists and frowned at the unspoken difference in power. The Ogre was halfway expecting you to fold and apologize, but after a minute your expression relaxed and your confidence returned. “Bitch. You’d rather die than give up your pride, huh?” He smirked at the thought. There was something about your attitude that greatly pissed him off but also turned him on at the same time.

The hardest part is getting you to accept him as your partner. See, Yuujirou will never beg or ask nicely. On the other hand, he’d rather not kill you, and severely damaging you in any way would take away the fun that caught his attention in the first place. That’s the dilemma: you’re stubborn and he can’t use force. Then again it’s not like he’s a mindless brute. Quite the opposite, only if he feels like it. A little charm with a dash of intimidation and you should be convinced, right? Don’t push it, (Y/N). If he really has to choose, he’d rather have you dead than belonging to someone else. It’s either him or nothing.

Really, it’s to your advantage if you learn to behave. He can give you everything you desire. He’s rather experienced in spoiling his women, and for you he’ll go the extra mile. Knowing he tamed you of all people is all the payment he could ever ask for. The satisfaction of putting you in your place, of having you cling to him fills him with greedy pride. A cocky smile distorts his features whenever the realization hits. If there’s such a thing as a soulmate, he’s found his. Although he doesn’t believe in that kind of bullshit.

A frightening pair in the eyes of most people. The Ogre relishes in the fact that displaying you as his woman has further increased his reputation instead of signaling any trace of weakness. As the time passes his conviction only strengthens: there’s no other place for you. You’re all his. Yet his favorite detail, what makes him flushed and dazed and addicted, is that no matter what he does to you as you lay there sprawled, naked, broken, your dignity never leaves. That prideful gaze that leers back at him makes him feel like he’s facing a mirror.

[sanderssidesplaylist]

I would like to submit Two Birds by Regina Spektor for Janus (specifically Janus and Virgil)

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar

I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe (I'll believe) it all I won't let go of your hand

Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh) One says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired" The sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh) One more or one less Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe (I'll believe) it all I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire (oh-oh-oh) He says that he will But he's just a liar

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other

[darksideweeks]

Now accepting prompts for Dukeceit Week which will be held from July 13-19. Depending on the amount of prompts, we may hold polls to narrow them down. We plan on having 21 total prompts as we have for our past weeks. Prompt submission will be open for about a week in order to give participants enough time with them.

Remember: You don't necessarily have to participate to leave us a prompt, but we would love to see you when posting week comes around!

Thank you for your support!

[natendo-art]

Sketch Sunday

thankyou for the tag @blackbirdofasgard 🥺💕

I’m going through a bit of an art crisis right now, everything I sketch looks so bad. I don’t think 2025 is going to be a good year for art for me 😅

but here are some recent sketches 🥺

Mobius has been beaten into submission by Janus.

Bartender Mobius ( I have made multiple attempts at bar tender Mobius but I still can’t get it right 🙈)

Sunshine man 💕

A little sketch from my other mr tesseract au

Loki, Mobius and Janus. This was an idea I had for a new years sketch.

More Janus and Mobius

Have I sketched sleepy Mobius millions already? Yes. Will I continue to draw him cosy and sleeping? Yes

Mobius showing off his wife 💕

Detective Mobius getting beaten up as usual

Husbands holding the multiverse together 💕

Mobius takes the throne

Janus being his sassy self

Another bartender attempt 🙈 it’s never gonna happen lol

so yeah, it’s a mess. But I’m trying to push through it 😭

I won’t tag anyone in particular, but if you would like to, please join in 🥺💕💕

[tss-storytime]

Here's one more standing ovation for all of the amazing works created in this year's event! Please show all of these creations all your love with reblogs and comments! The writers and artists worked hard on these creations and they deserve all the appreciation we can give them!!

my piece for @simple-seranade’s ship of theseus au, as part of the @tss-storytime big bang!

read the fic here!

[psychhound]

howdy all!!

some of you may remember that i had top surgery back in january of this year. the sale i had to raise money for it was hugely helpful, and i thank all of yall so much for your support with that

unfortunately i didnt have a lot of time between when i was able to schedule the surgery to when the surgery took place to raise money and i ended up about ... $7000 short ... i was able to get the surgery and its been absolutely wonderful and life changing, truly a decade and a half long dream come true, but im now several thousand dollars in debt and thats been hanging over my head in a big way

so ... im hosting a jam!! submissions to the jam will be put in a bundle and proceeds from the bundle will go towards paying off the debt. which means any submissions would be a charitable donation and i will be so so so grateful for them

the jam is gonna go for a few weeks (till may 10th) and then the bundle will run until my birthday on june 14th :o) helping to get some of this paid off will be such a good birthday present

more details on the jam page. spreading the word is soooo appreciated!!!

[darknessisafriend]

You are my Empire Commodus x Reader

Here's a little one shot about Commodus being a sub in your relationship, smut and fluff, enjoy!

The flutes, claps and cheers filled the palace, effervescence and joy for the Calendae Ianuariae, New Year. Statues of Janus were erected in all Rome, the double face deity looking to the past and towards the year to come. You smiled, finding yourself looking towards the past…

It was about a year ago, you were exactly at the same place for New Year, having to bear with mundane whispers and gossiping of the court, but you heard everything, and people found pleasure confiding in you.  It used to be the incarnation of boredom, having to wear a smile as if you didn’t crave to go home. Today you still thanked the gods for not listening to yourself, for that night your life had changed. You had met your husband, Commodus, son of Marcus Aurelius and Emperor of the Roman Empire.

“Careful not to get lost in your memories. Someone might take advantage of it.” Said a charming masculine voice from behind you, you felt the man approach, leaning closer to your ear, making you smile “Still as beautiful as the first day I laid my eyes upon you.” He cooed, coming to stand in front of you, a glass of wine in each hand, handing one to you, Commodus, the man of your heart.

“Such praises and care tonight…” you commented, happily accepting the glass and taking a sip of this round and powerful Gaul wine. Commodus looked at you in the eyes, devoted, obsessed.

“I serve to please you, my love. And Rome.” He answered in a whisper, you had recently taken the first place in his thoughts, managing to distract him from the turbulence and violence of the Senate. After all, you had one advantage…

“Then I hope that the night is only starting for us. As the roman tradition wants…let us start the year as we want it to be all year along…” you teased him with a smile he knew too well.

“And what could that be, my queen?” he asked, a hint of hope in his voice as if he was craving something.  You slightly leaned forward to speak on the confidence tone.

“Kneel.” You requested; your voice only hearable by your husband. His eyelids briefly fluttered, as if he had been waiting for these words.

“How daring of you to ask this of your emperor.” He retorted on a dangerous tone, you were seeing the fierce lion again, untamable, unwilling to submit. But you knew it was a façade he pulled in front of the public and so his face softened. “But you are worth submitting too.” He whispered as he knelt after making sure no one was around, luckily you had gone to an intimate corner and on purpose. You savored as the mightiest man in the world, placed his hands on his lap as he looked at you from below, his eyes shining with devotion, love.

It was something you had understood soon enough in your marriage. Commodus craved submission, he could be the leader, the one with a speech that won’t be contested. He had a high position, yet he didn’t want power or wealth. All he desired was to serve people, his people, please the empire, please the Senate, his sister and you. You had dompted him, earned his trust, cracked the shell open to reveal a vulnerable boy seeking comfort to face the rest.  

“Good boy.” You smiled, taking a step closer to cup his chin, lifting it a bit more as you leaned forward, placing a light and slow kiss upon his lips; he closed his eyes, sighing, relief washing over him, he had been busy all night with requests from senators and nobles, now he could let go. Your fingers made their ways down his neck, feeling his quickening pulse, sliding underneath his tunic to play with a thin leather string tied around his neck, pulling on it to press his lips more against yours, hearing his fists grab the fabric of his toga.

“Take your leave. I shall excuse you to our guests and join you when it’s done.”  You ordered him as you parted from him, hearing him retain a whimper of happiness. By taking the lead you relieved him of suffering more the presence of political guests, he only had to leave and wait for your return.

Excusing the Emperor next to all his guests took as long as you expected, close to an hour. Commodus must have been on the edge waiting for you all that time, but as you made your way to the emperor’s private chambers, you found yourself remembering the first time you had attempted to tame Commodus during an intimate moment. Oh he had been furious as you resisted him and instead tried to reverse the roles. He had been confused as to whatever he was doing was bad, if he hadn’t been told about this peculiar power of wives, or if you were a danger to his position.

“I apologize if my attitude troubles you. I perhaps wrongly assumed you would enjoy this. I merely wanted to…” you had caressed his face tenderly, looking at him in the eyes with all the devotion you had for him. “I want to make you understand that you can fully trust me and let go whenever you are with me, you don’t have to pretend or be on your guards. We are past this, you know I adore you. I want to take care of you…” at his words you had witnessed a change in his eyes, in this moment of extreme vulnerability you had touched a sensitive spot.

“No one ever said that to me.” He had replied, moved, from the start he had trusted you, making you his greatest friend before asking for your hand; your words were the proof he wasn’t wrong about you. From that moment on, Commodus had surrendered to your hand, your will.

And here he was, tonight once again, as you penetrated the imperial chambers. He was waiting for you, stripped of any clothing but the leather string around his neck. He was in the same position as before, kneeling with his hands folded on his lap, his head lowered. He was shivering, both from excitement and cold. You quietly closed the door behind yourself, detailing him as he had recognized your footsteps, his breathing quickening, anticipation building, the temptation to look at you…

“Poor Commodus, you must have thought I had forgotten about you.” You cooed playfully.

“Never mistress. I trust you fully…I just worried that…” he started but was interrupted by your thumb on his lips, you were here now, and you would take care of him. You let go of his face and went to sit on the bed, facing him. “Everything has been taken care of. You did good tonight, pretending to care about their insignificant problems, they believed you, I saw it.” You praised him softly, gesturing with your fingers for him to join you.

Commodus’ eyes lit up, he went on all fours and slowly crawled to your feet. You loved to watch the muscles of his shoulders work as he did this, resembling a predator, almost. He came to brush his face against your knee, you could almost hear him purring. He exhaled happily, placing kisses on your thigh. “I will have them killed tomorrow.” He said with a grin but gasped when you grabbed his hair, pulling on them to make him look at you.

“Haven’t I taught you patience? Or have you forgotten already?” you asked, watching his pupils dilate, once again he was following his impulses too easily.

“I am sorry. I won’t kill them yet.” He muttered but knew it wasn’t enough, that he would be punished for it, after all, he had done it on purpose, he loved when you taught him a lesson. Your foot went to caress his legs, sliding between them, almost reaching his crotch but not touching it, your toes brushing against his inner thighs which squeezed in anticipation.

You clicked your tongue “Keep them open.” Your ordered, making him lick his lips. His arousal was starting to show, his nipples hardening just like his cock. You retracted your leg, and stood up, going in front of the bronze mirror. Slowly, you started to undo the pin that was holding together your tunic, letting the fabric slide off your curves, you wore nothing under for this special night. You heard him take a deep breath; you were starting to make it hard for him to control himself.

As you turned round, you met his eyes making him quickly turn his head away. You approached, a little smile playing on your lips, that boyish impatience of his had made you fall for him in the first place. You circled around him, your fingers tracing his shoulders “Patience is a virtue you can acquire…lay low, observe your enemies, watch them rip each other apart, let Pluto take them…all they want is that you act so you can make a mistake. Allow them to show who they really are, those old men haven’t much time left to live, they don’t have the time to be patient. The People will see who the traitors of Rome are.” You murmured, your tone almost playful, you enjoyed politics.

Then you moved away from him once again, Commodus could feel his skin grow cold, he craved your touch, to be buried in your reassuring embrace. He watched as you laid in bed in front of him, slowly parting your legs to give him a view on your Venus mount.

“Stay. Do not move Commodus. You will learn that with patience, you can get what you desire, and it tastes even better…” you purred, giggling as he swallowed down. When it came to lust, Commodus was full of eagerness, sometimes not even waiting to be in your private quarters but taking you in some dark corner of a corridor to slide his head under your tunic or chasing the servants out of the kitchen to roughly pound you on the table, loving as you slapped his face in fluster.

You hummed as your caressed your breast with your hands “I have missed your mouth Commodus...your poet lips dancing on my nipples…” you lightly pinched your bosom, letting out a soft moan. He adjusted himself, as if to be closer but he was already pressed against the edge of the bed, his eyes greedily following your fingers, how much he craved that breast. He watched your breathing quicken under excitement, his cock throbbing against his belly.

His eyes trailed down your body, to your glistening entrance, so ready to be tasted, filled. Your hand briefly shielded your pussy from his gaze, hearing a strangled whimper from the Emperor, how could you prevent him from watching you? Oh sweet torture from the wife he adored. He reached to touch himself but retracted his hand, you wouldn’t agree in that moment.

“Good Commodus, excellent…ah..” you moaned, praising him for resisting his impulse, letting him look again as you pleasured yourself, looking at him, your only source of desire, those scarred lips, his round and soft face, those curly raven hair begging to be pulled and those eyes…the most expressive eyes you had ever seen, so deep and passionate, dangerous…

Your pleasure was fast increasing, your pussy quivering with impatience, you even started to struggle with eye contact in fear of reaching your peak already. You kept circling around your soft spot for a bit more until you felt you had reached your limit, just like Commodus whose eyes had become teary with desire, he was panting, it took all his strength to resist you.

“Commodus…how do you feel?” you asked seriously, wanting him to feel the difference, to learn. At first, he seemed confused by your question, then focused, what would have happened if he had followed his impulses? He would be done by now, perhaps regret, understand some mistakes he did, feel relieved but would he be satisfied?

“I feel...powerful, as if I could accomplish the labors of Heracles. I savor the sight of what I have in front of my eyes, memorize every detail, think of the best way to act, how to please...” he answered, understanding what you had taught him, the benefits of patience and he was about to taste it all.

“Good.” you smiled, how beautiful, how fragile and yet how strong he was “Join me, your wife commands you.” You purred, he almost couldn’t believe it and grinned, finally! He quickly jumped onto the bed, closing the gap between you two, his lips crashing against yours, placing himself between your legs, his cock rubbing along your slit. Then, he guided it inside you, moaning loudly as he buried inside you, your fingers grasping his hair needily. His moans were raw, high pitched sometimes, his brows furrowed as if his pleasure had been multiplied, he could finally enjoy the relief of being reunited to his wife, feel your warm embrace around him. His senses were overwhelmed, sharper, he was conscious of every bit around him. He looked at you, smiling a bit among the moans, he understood what you meant. “How wise you are…” he praised devotedly your unusual methods, filling your face in kisses, thrusting passionately, enjoying your hands running on his back until your nail dug into his back, marking him once again with your love.

Soon, you found yourselves laying in each other’s arms, panting with your legs entwinned, your hand playing with the leather string around his neck as his fingertips traced your nipple gently.

“I never thought my marital life would be like this.” He said softly, deep in thoughts, he was at peace, a little smile on his lips.

“How so? Did imagine something radically different?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. You were a stubborn woman who knew what you wanted, you had always imagined a relationship of trust and power.

“Of course. The senators have wives they rarely love and instead countless mistresses. My father and mother was quite the affair…passionate. But she cheated on him one day with a gladiator, he caught them in the act and killed him, as the man laid dead in a puddle of blood, he took my mother again. Not long after…mother died in a military camp. Some say father poisoned her, other say she killed herself. All of this to say that we are not like the couples we see around us. We care and respect each other.” He explained, kissing your inner wrist devotedly “How many men can claim they can sleep with both eyes closed next to their wife? to talk about their political projects or to weep in their arms? You and I are blessed, the gods put you in my path…” he cooed fondly, looking at you in the eyes “No one stands a chance against us, and I lay the Empire at your feet Y/N.”

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[clydesavage-thefox147]

Since Thomas is now going to be doing more Asides based content for simplicity sake in between Season Finale prep..I think it's about time for another QnA.

I mean it's been nearly 7 years since then. Surely some responses to questions have changed. And now that Janus and Remus would be present, I think it would be even more interesting. Sure, we ask them questions here and there on Livestreams but who's to say all of those are canon responses unless stated. Having all of them present for an official QnA reboot would be pretty fun to flesh them out a bit more and update them ya know?

I get it, it would be a bit of a harder project with picking the best questions out of the hundreds of submissions that would make sense to confirm in canon. However, it seems Thomas has a handle on all of them now and like I said, it would be a great refresher and catch up to present day growth. I mean come on, I remember when it was still called "My Personality QnA", that's how old it is and how old I am in Fander years lol.

What do ya say guys? We're due for an update! If you want to boost this to Thomas, go ahead! Reblogs, tag, both etc!

(@thatsthat24)👀👉👈

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Memory

Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Sixteen: Memory Warnings: hypnosis, sex, bruising

Filled with a strange sense of want, Janus finds himself sprawled across his bed significantly more lethargic than usual. 

Typically, he has no problem playing the role of the big, dominant top. He tells his subs what to do, and he demands complete submission and obedience! He finds the role they play important, but still humiliating, and would never imagine himself on his knees doing any and every little thing that's commanded of him. Well, he'd never imagine such things... until now. 

He doesn't know what's gotten him into such a mood. He wasn't doing anything sexual, nor was he thinking of anything in particular. It was just a brief 'hm, I'd like to try subbing' that spiraled into a mixture of half-baked fantasies and rather burning need. 

It's not like he hasn't bottomed before; he just finds doing such a tad impractical. He's got two cocks, compared to the standard singular one. It'd be a waste of a shaft to not shove it somewhere! But he has ridden his subs, and he's enjoyed that... maybe he'd enjoy doing less of the planning, demanding, and dominating too? 

His head suddenly shoots up as he hears heavy footsteps outside his door. 

They clearly keep moving without intending to stop, but Janus quickly slides out of bed and slinks over to his doorframe, peeking his head out into the hallway. 

There, he sees Virgil a few steps ahead of him, headphones in. One of Virgil's hands is stuffed into his pockets, and the other scrolls mindlessly on his phone. Immediately, Janus sees an opportunity laid out before him, and rushes to seize it.

"Virgil!" he calls down the hall, before Virgil has the chance to slip into his bedroom. "Are you perchance busy at the moment?" 

Virgil glances over his shoulder, and pulls an earbud out in order to hear Janus. He shrugs. "Not really," he replies, "what's up?" 

Janus steps fully out into the hallway. He clasps his hands together in front of him, and rocks ever so slightly back and forth on his heels. Virgil raises an eyebrow, clearly able to tell something's up, but not knowing what specifically is afflicting Janus. "I was hoping you'd be willing to... help me try something new." 

Pursing his lips, Virgil looks hesitant. "I don't love 'new' things." 

"Well... new for me. You won't have to worry about a thing, honestly." 

Virgil turns fully, facing Janus with a countenance filled with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. Though, he looks equally as interested as he does questioning. 

"That's a vague explanation," Virgil mutters. "If I don't know what I'll be doing to help you, then I don't know whether or not I want to." 

"You'll want to," Janus sweetly assures him. "Without spoiling too much, I can tell you that it'll be fun, sexual, and there may or may not be spirals involved." Janus takes a few steps towards Virgil, who's face slowly goes red as he processes Janus's implications. "Does that make you more inclined to help?" 

Swallowing a mouthful of spit, Virgil mumbles "I guess," but actively lets Janus take his hand and pull him towards his room. 

He's guided to Janus's bed in a matter of minutes, with the door being closed behind them and Janus joining him on the mattress. He crawls over Virgil, but in an unfamiliar way this time. Typically, Janus slots himself between his partner's legs, but right now he was straddling Virgil's lap completely. 

"If you wanted to hypnotize me, you could have just said so," Virgil says, face red as Janus cups his jaw in his hands, holding Virgil's head still. "It's not like you've had a problem admitting such before." 

"I like being mysterious," Janus quietly murmurs in response. 

Virgil scoffs. "You're hardly mysterious. You're annoying, is what you are." 

Janus laughs softly, but rubs his thumbs sweetly over Virgil's cheeks, petting his face until Virgil's embarrassment has melted away into simple and gentle relaxation. With Virgil lax beneath his body, breathing rhythmically under him, Janus finally blinks and activates the spirals in his eyes, which has Virgil melting even further into the bed. 

 "There we go," Janus sighs, stroking Virgil's face and body as Virgil's eyelids droop. "So excited to be under my control, aren't you? So eager? I know you were a bit hesitant until you discovered it'd result in nice, soothing pleasure..." 

Virgil let's out a shaky moan of sheer relaxation. 

"This is going to be a bit different to what we normally do though... okay? Are you willing to try something new with me?" 

Though his face scrunches up in brief, honest distaste, Virgil eventually settles back into a neutral, blissful expression. "Mhm... I guess..." 

"Good boy." Janus brings one of Virgil's hands to his lips, and kisses his knuckles, though his eyes stay fixated on Virgil's own, keeping him entranced. "Now... do you remember last week, when I had you in my bed, bent over the mattress?" 

Virgil's cheeks go pink, but he still lets out a lazy "mhm..."

"Can you picture how you looked? Naked? Flustered?"

"Yeah..." 

Janus's breath hitches, embarrassment creeping inside of him. It's an unfamiliar feeling - he isn't used to being this vulnerable. This trusting. Though, the fact Virgil's beneath him does ease his humiliation a touch. Out of all of the sides, Virgil is the one Janus would trust the most in a situation like this. 

He swallows the spit in his mouth. "Can you also feel that memory getting fuzzier and fuzzier? The harder you try to remember it, the less detail you're sure of. Were you really bent over the mattress, or were you laying atop it instead? Was I really behind you, or were you on top of me?" 

Virgil's brows furrow in sudden confusion, as if he's struggling to remember. 

"You don't have to burden yourself with those finer details though, my love. Not when I'm here to tell you exactly what happened." Janus swipes his thumb over Virgil's bottom lip. "See, you weren't actually bent over the bed. You were on the bed. Can you picture that for me, Virgil?"

"Yes..."

"Good boy. And I wasn't behind you. I was beneath you. Can you picture my body pinned beneath yours?" 

Virgil goes momentarily quiet as his brain pieces together this completely imagined picture of Janus beneath him. Once he can see it clearly in his mind, he moans softly. "Yes." 

"You were acting rough, too. You were mocking, and teasing, and rough. And you loved forcing me to be vocal, and to tell you how good you were doing. You do love praise, don't you?" 

Easy question, that immediately has Virgil whining out a much more embarrassed "yeah..." 

"All of our sexual encounters have been like that, you know. You can't remember a single one that didn't involve you topping me, dominating my movements and my pleasure with skillful confidence and enticing experience. You've topped the others, I'm sure, and you've topped me too. Do you believe that?" 

More silence, as Virgil's eyes flutter briefly shut, and then open again. "Yes. I believe it." 

"And... and do you remember topping me? And how much you loved it?" 

"Yes." 

Janus let's out a shaky breath of his own, and has to stop for a moment to regain his composure. "Okay. That's good. It's good that you remember. And you want to do that again. You crave dominating me. Don't you?" 

Virgil groans. "Yes." 

"Of course you do. You love being in control, and you love topping, and you love dominating me. Can you repeat that for me?"

"I- I love being in control, 'nd I love topping, 'nd I love domming you..." 

Janus pets Virgil's face. "Say it again." 

"I love being in control, and I love topping, and I love dominating you." 

Janus's hips roll ever so slightly against Virgil's own, causing Virgil to whine softly as Janus's teeth sink into his bottom lip. He's hot with embarrassment, and yet buzzing with anticipation. 

"You'll still obey, don't get me wrong, but for the sake of... realism, I'm giving you more freedom than normal. If you want to do something, you will, okay? No questions asked. And if I say stop, you will, like you always have. Does that sounds good?" 

"Sounds... good..." Virgil slurs.

Janus traces his finger along the side of Virgil's face, admiring his pale, flushed face for a few seconds, before he's poking Virgil on the nose, and giving him his final instructions. "When I blink away my spirals," he starts, speaking slow, "and let you out of this wonderful, relaxing, blissful trance that I've been talking you through, you're going to feel so horny, and so needy, and you're going to want me." Janus sucks in a deep breath. "Okay?" 

"Okay." 

Janus's tongue swipes over his lips, as he forces his hips to still, not wanting to embarrass himself once Virgil comes to, even if Virgil's personality and memories have been tweaked a bit (and even though Janus can guarantee he'll hide this night deep within Virgil's mind, unlikely to be remembered ever), and then quietly counts down from three. Once he reaches one, he blinks, and sits back on his calves, still resting on Virgil's lower half as he leans back, giving Virgil the space needed to mentally wake up from his prior induction. 

Virgil shifts first and foremost as his eyes press shut, only to slowly open and blink a few times, as if he's slowly becoming aware of his surroundings once more. He glances around the room, and then towards Janus, who's hips he's quickly grabbing and squeezing despite his still temporarily lethargic demeanor. 

"Hey," Virgil yawns, as his fingers press into Janus's waist rather firmly, holding Janus tight and possessively. His grip is solid, even though he's still sunk deep into the mattress. "You're all propped up on my lap." 

Janus snorts. "Impressive observation, Virgil." 

"Give me a sec; I'm just waking up," Virgil immediately complains, as he groans, before stretching and sitting upwards. As he does, his knees slide up, trapping Janus between Virgil's thighs and his chest. His lips are quirked up into a knowing smirk - a look all too confident compared to Virgil's typical personality. "It's not everyday I get a pretty guy on my lap, needily grinding away while I'm half-asleep." 

Spluttering, Janus insists "I was not 'needily grinding away.'" 

"Mhm." Lazily, Virgil rolls his hips upwards, rubbing his half-hard bulge against Janus's visible tent, making Janus gasp and grab his shoulders. "Whatever you say." 

As his fingers curl into the fabric of Virgil's shirt, Janus finds himself filled with a weird amount of embarrassment. Typically, he's much more open about when his playthings arouse him, but now he was the plaything, and his arousal was going to be toyed with. 

Virgil just rubs his hands over Janus's sides for a moment, leaving Janus in brief awkward silence, however it only takes another minute or so for Virgil to shake off his post-trance daze and blurt "fuck, Janus." He cuts himself off abruptly with a chuckle, shaking his head in a playful manner. "All your squirming got me worked up." 

"You were worked up before I started squirming," Janus argues. "I noticed you all hard and needy, and figured I'd be ever so helpful and give you a hand." 

Virgil grins in such a way that his sharp canines are noticeable and gleaming. "I'd much prefer you give me a hole instead," he murmurs, intimately brushing his lips across Janus, but not quite giving him the satisfaction of a kiss. "It's not like you've ever resisted being my whore in the past." 

Unable to help his excitement at Virgil's words, Janus cautiously asks "oh yeah? Is that what you believe? When have I ever willingly whored my self out to your animalistic desires?" 

"Don't tell me last week somehow slipped your mind," Virgil immediately scoffs, fingers dragging upwards and beneath Janus's shirt. "We were in your bed, just like right now actually. And we were positioned kind of like..." Virgil suddenly flips their position with little hesitation, pinning Janus to the mattress beneath him, "this." Janus's legs are forcibly spread and wrap around Virgil's waist, as Virgil's forearms land on either side of Janus's face, with their own noses pressing together. 

Virgil grins. "Seem familiar?" 

No. No it doesn't. But with the fabricated memories Janus had implanted in Virgil's mind, Virgil's none the wiser towards how their previous encounter really went! He thinks that this is the norm, and who is Janus to spoil this fantasy?

"Somewhat... but I think I need a bit more to help jog my memory." 

"Greedy, aren't you?" Virgil mocks, but his hands are sliding up Janus's body and pulling his shirt up swiftly, bringing his lips down to Janus's collarbone before the latter can even process what's happened. He kisses the area lightly, and then bites at Janus's skin just hard enough for Janus to gasp. He leaves no mark, and sucks no hickey; his action was solely to elicit a reaction. 

"Tease," Janus juts, which has Virgil chuckling as he switches sides, kissing over Janus's scales instead. 

His warm breath makes Janus shiver as his mouth caresses Janus's scales, licking briefly over different patches of sparkling snakeskin. Janus's hands grip tightly to his shoulders, but it's only a matter of time before Virgil's smoothly grabbing both his wrists in one handful and pinning them above Janus's head. 

Smiling cockily, Virgil asks "what about now? Anything coming back to you yet?" 

Humming as though he's thinking about it, Janus shakes his head. "Not a thing," he insists, which is technically the truth, though Virgil clearly believes he's just playing coy. 

"Where do you keep the lube?"

Janus's eyes momentarily go wide. "The lube?" he repeats.

Virgil snickers at him, and then digs around Janus's bed. His free hand slide beneath Janus's pillows, across his bedsheets, and then eventually reaches over to the nightstand where he finds a small bottle. He grabs it, and wiggles it in front of Janus's face. Janus flushes at how casually Virgil then proceeds to tug down Janus's own pants and toss them aside, and then dump lube onto his fingers. 

The cold air quickly gives Janus goosebumps as he watches Virgil smear lubricant between his thumb and his pointer. "Aren't you going to strip?" Janus asks, but he's merely met with a playful laugh in response. 

"Why would I need to do that?" Virgil asks, as his slick hand slides down to Janus's hole. "It's not like you can touch my body in your current position, anyway." Virgil squeezes Janus's wrists to remind him of his restrained position. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus finds that he can't think of a single reason that doesn't make him sound utterly pathetic. 

He's been put in the position he's put his partners in plenty of times. Completely nude. Completely vulnerable. While he - and now Virgil - remain completely clothed, and completely in control. Its a visual representation of the unspoken power imbalance between them. One only partially known by Janus, but fully harnessed by Virgil, who's played both parts. Just not with Janus. With everyone but Janus. 

"All that really needs to be free is my cock," Virgil continues, as his finger circles Janus's hole, teasing him by leaving him straining with anticipation. "Isn't that right?" 

Janus's head instinctively falls to the side, hiding half his face in the bedsheets. But Virgil isn't satisfied with his silence, and so squeezes Janus's wrists, leaning over him with an aura of power that Virgil never exudes. 

"Isn't that right?" Virgil repeats, his breath hot against Janus's face. Janus feels his body warm at Virgil's assertiveness. 

"Yeah," Janus gulps, voice breathy and excited. "That's right. It was foolish of me to imply anything else." 

Grinning wide, Virgil finally pushes his fingers into Janus, stating "damn right." 

Virgil's fingers inside of him feel incredibly unfamiliar, with Janus squirming as Virgil's pointer and middle curl and thrust into him. Though his movements are slow, they're practiced, and Janus can only imagine Virgil fingering the others open intimately, or even Janus himself doing such to Virgil when the roles are reversed. He knows it's necessary, but he finds his eyes focusing more on Virgil's crotch than his moving hand. 

Virgil takes notice immediately, of course. "You're not subtle," he teases, as he slowly slides a third finger into Janus. "And while your staring is flattering, it's also awfully perverse. It seems like you've decided to act like even more of a whore than usual. Must be my lucky day." 

Spreading his fingers apart, Virgil is cautious in stretching Janus open, but rough with his words; it's a contrast that leaves Janus reeling. 

"You're attractive," Janus mumbles, in an attempt to save face. "How am I supposed to keep my eyes away from such an appealing sight?" 

Virgil's fingers jab rather roughly into him, causing his body to jolt. A moan is immediately ripped from his throat, and Janus wishes he could press his hands over his mouth in order to keep further embarrassing noises from spilling out. Virgil merely grins at him. "Flattery won't make you any less of a slut," he says, as he adds his fourth and final finger, stretching Janus with more ease as he scissors his fingers open and shut, and continues moving them in and out of Janus. 

Between his legs, Janus's cocks twitch and throb with sheer arousal. 

Though Virgil visibly enjoys stretching Janus, pleasing and taunting him with each movement of his fingers, he eventually focuses less of his efforts on prepping Janus, and more on pleasuring him. As one of his hands leaves bruises around Janus's wrists, the other searches and thrusts knowingly into Janus, eventually hitting exactly what Virgil wants it to. 

Janus's body trembles immediately upon Virgil's fingers stimulating his prostate. He feels embarrassed and inexperienced as his back arches off the bed, and that only serves to make him feel hot. A loud cry fills the room followed by an undignified curse, as Janus's eyes flicker between the ceiling and Virgil's smug face. 

"Feel good?" Virgil asks, as he rubs against Janus's prostate, getting the most mileage out of just his fingers. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus let's out a meager "mhm," not trusting his voice at the moment. He feels humiliated, naked, vulnerable, and good. And Virgil knows he feels good. 

Which is why he knows it's intentional that Virgil pulls his fingers out near immediately. 

"Wouldn't want to spoil our fun too soon, hm?" Virgil teases, as he finally releases Janus's wrists in order to grab the previously discarded bottle of lube a final time. He fills the palm of his hand with a hefty pile, and then tosses the container off the bed fully. With his free hand, he undoes the top button of his skinny jeans, and slowly pulls down the zipper. His lavender-coloured boxers do little to hide his hard cock, and Virgil barely pulls down the waistband of his underwear before his shaft comes springing out. 

Then, he begins lubing his cock up, stroking it in clear view of Janus just to torture him. And Janus's hands twitch and then twist into the mattress, his wrists sore from Virgil's grip 

Once his cock is fully slicked, Virgil's quick to lift Janus's hips by his thighs, his grip surprisingly strong on Janus's legs. His fingers sink simultaneously into both Janus's flesh and his scales, making Janus whine softly at the firm, pleasurable pain. 

Virgil leans over him again, intentionally folding Janus's legs back. Unable to suppress a groan at the ache, Janus at least appreciates the opportunity to learn that he's more flexible than he thought he was, even if there's a bit of pressure in his joints. 

"Don't look so stiff," Virgil then scoffs. "It's not like I haven't twisted you into more strenuous positions. I thought you liked being bent and tied." 

Janus's voice shakes, as he responds "I do," even though he truly didn't know he did until just now. But to hear Virgil's fantasies of forcing him into a variety of positions and tying him up spill out in a few simple sentences detailing faux past experiences has him red in the face. Maybe he'll let Virgil tie him up someday. Until then though, Janus is left reeling as his knees press into his sides, while Virgil presses the tip of his cock against his awaiting hole.  

"Ready, Janus?" Virgil asks, and Janus can only nod in response, with Virgil's low, confident voice making his body jolt slight all on it's own. 

And Virgil needs no further encouragement to proceed, as he uses the leverage of his hands on Janus's thighs to pull Janus's hips back right as his own snap forward, roughly joining their bodies together with just one hard thrust. 

It's a foreign feeling, and an intense one at that, that has Janus choking on air and moaning out immediately. As his chest arches upwards, his fingers press down, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure at the stretch of his hole and the feeling of being filled by Virgil's cock. 

"Just like that," Virgil praises, though it sounds more mocking than anything. He rolls his hips against Janus's, reminding him of just how closely they're pressed together. 

Then, in a brief show of Virgil's more reserved, intimate side, one of Virgil's hands slides away from Janus's leg and grabs Janus's hand instead, interlocking their fingers as he holds Janus's hand above his head. In doing so, he ends up leaning over Janus, and they're pressed chest-to-chest, bodies rubbing against each other. It's a surprisingly enjoyable bit of pressure and intimacy; Janus knows Virgil enjoys closeness, but for him to act on it and forcibly push their bodies together solely to make Janus feel the roughness of Virgil's shirt against his bare skin and sensitive scales is a whole different experience, and a pleasurable one at that. 

"Does this feel good?" Virgil asks, voice husky in Janus's ear. His lips press against the side of Janus's face, softly grazing his scales. "Tell me how much you like it." 

"I like it," Janus replies, almost instantly. As one of his hands squeezes Virgil's, the other wraps around Virgil's shoulders. He himself used to get pissy when Virgil would scratch at his back (his scales are sensitive, and nails being dragged across them was honestly kind of a mood-killer), but now he can do nothing else but dig his manicured nails hard into the back of Virgil's jacket. "It's good; Virgil, it's so good." 

Virgil nibbles on his earlobe. Though his expression is hidden, Janus can tell he's grinning, delighted by Janus's pleasure. 

Slowly, Virgil begins to rock his hips, sliding his cock partially out before pushing it back in. He takes a careful pace, but a rough one nonetheless. There are long pauses between his movements, but Janus is more appreciative than anything for those breaks. They give him time to catch his breath after it's so intensely pulled from him with each pleasurable thrust into him. 

"Fuck," Janus curses, voice cracking. His knuckles are white as his hand tightly grips Virgil's own. 

Virgil meanwhile groans into Janus's ear. "You're so tight," he observes, voice hushed. "Considering how often we fuck I'm shocked. Here I thought you'd be needy enough to stuff yourself with toys whenever I'm not around to satisfy you, but I guess nothing compares to my cock now does it?" 

"No," Janus moans out, completely honest. "This is so.... so..." 

Janus can't even finish his words before he's crying out in pleasure as Virgil thrusts harder into him, rocking his body against the mattress. His prostate is nailed head on, and he's left red in the face and buzzing with ecstasy. Pants spill from his lips as his cocks leak pre. As he slides his hand away from Virgil's body in order to grab and stroke them, Virgil's quick to grab it and hold it above Janus's head as well, wordlessly forcing Janus to abstain from giving himself instant and intense gratification. 

Swallowing the spit in his mouth, Janus's eyes shakily drift from his messy cocks to Virgil's grinning face. "Please," he softly begs, the polite plea sounding foreign coming from his lips. "Just let me-"

"Let you?" Virgil interrupts him, punctuating his firm words with rough thrusts. Janus's prostate is abused over and over and over as Virgil's hips drive hard into him. "You're in no place to be making demands. You do as I say, and if I tell you to never touch your cocks again, you never will. Got it?" 

Janus's body is overwhelmed with sheer embarrassment at being talked down to. A gleam of light briefly swirls within Virgil's iris, spiraling down to his pupil. His gaze is intense and expectant, and so Janus nods his head despite his humiliated disposition. 

"Understood," Janus shakily replies, and as a treat he gets harshly kissed. 

It's sudden and rough, needy from both their ends. Virgil's messy as he collides his lips with Janus's own, clashing their teeth together in uncomfortable manners only to turn his head slightly and fit their mouths together perfectly. Virgil groans into Janus's mouth as Janus arches up into him, with Virgil still holding his hands and using him hard. 

His toes curl as he thinks about how strong Virgil is. Sure, he was wise and witty, but what does that truly mean compared to the physical strength Virgil posses? He doesn't look buff, because he isn't, but his grip is tight enough to no doubt bruise Janus's wrists, and Janus enjoys that severely. 

Their lips stay sliding against each others, with Virgil only granting Janus the ability to breathe when he himself needs such as well, before they're kissing again. Virgil's not only leading this kiss, but commanding it. There's intense passion, desperation, roughness, need, so much emotion and so much pleasure that Janus feels his head is spinning. 

"Please-" Janus tries to negotiate again, but he's once more quickly silenced by Virgil's lips. As his hips move fast and hard, Janus is left shaking beneath him, so overwhelmed by this new and intense experience that he's left on the edge and desperate for relief. "Please!" he cries again, against Virgil's mouth this time, but Virgil continues to ignore him and just bites Janus's bottom lip, tugging on it momentarily and then kissing him again. 

As Virgil's fingers press and squeeze against his own, Janus knows he could just snap his fingers and have Virgil let him touch. He could have Virgil let him come. But he refuses to do so. He likes this too much. 

Virgil pulls away just barely in order to curse, filling Janus's ears with his breathy voice as little sensitive whines bubble up from his throat. 

He's feeling just as good, and eventually Virgil can't help but release Janus's hands in order to grab Janus's waist instead. He pulls Janus onto his cock with each thrust forward, joining their bodies together repeatedly. 

"Janus," Virgil whimpers, as his nails press into Janus's sides. Janus hisses at the feeling, but finds he doesn't mind being gripped so desperately, especially because he can feel Virgil shaking as he's held. "God, Janus." 

His thrusts speed up, but his hips get sloppier. As the tip of his cock rams against Janus's prostate, they both end up moaning together. 

Unintelligible pleas spill from Janus's mouth, though he doesn't ask for anything specific since he was dissuaded from doing so. But Virgil knows what he wants, and - perhaps due to the fact he's close himself - finally decides to give it to him. 

Virgil's hand wraps tightly around Janus's cocks, which are pinned beneath his own clothed body thanks to just how close they are, and he strokes them fast. With a firm grip and a fast hand, Janus is left reeling as he struggles to even comprehend the sudden added pleasure he's receiving on top of everything else. There's no skillful rhythm or teasing intent behind Virgil's pace, just rough, intense need. 

"Virgil-" Janus gasps out, as warmth floods his abdomen, "Virgil, I'm close!" 

Though Virgil ignores him like he's been doing pretty consistently, Janus can see the way Virgil's eyes flutter shut in pleasure shortly before he hides his face in Janus's neck, biting into his flesh to ground himself as he gets them both off. And so, Janus comes, feeling so wildly good and blissful as pleasure courses through him in waves. Instead of his semen being pumped into his sub's ass, it streaks over his flushed face and arched chest, further adding to his humiliation and subsequent enjoyment. His body is decorated in his mess, and it has him screwing his eyes tightly shut, only for them to snap open when Virgil moans against his flesh and drives his cock deep inside Janus, followed immediately after by Virgil pumping his orgasm inside of him. 

Virgil rides out his climax by clinging to Janus and rolling his hips ever so slightly, shifting his cock around in meek thrusts as he enjoys his high, before he pulls his cock out, and collapses to the bed beside Janus. 

They both pant, struggling to catch their breaths, before Janus waves his fingers in front of Virgil's face. Virgil's brief look of confusion quickly falls into a cloudy, half-aware gaze once Janus snaps, leaving him ready for a command. 

Janus snickers at the quick change up, but still softly says "get us cleaned up. And take your time doing so. I don't mind relaxing in the bath for a bit while you wash me up," and then snaps again, cementing his words into Virgil's memory. But he's not done. 

Cheekily - and done more so in sake of his dignity than for any malicious reason - Janus then adds "and when I finally ease you out of my control, this memory is going to be pushed to the back, back, back of your mind. So deep that you'll almost never recall it. You'll think it was just a dream... or a fantasy... or some forged memory long forgotten, okay? Deep, deep, deep into your mind." Janus sighs. "Aren't I so kind? For giving you this privilege, and then letting you keep it? I could pluck this experience right out of your brain completely... but that'd be more work for me if I ever wanted to recall it, now wouldn't it?" 

Virgil lets out a lazy, ambivalent moan. 

So, Janus snaps a final time, and then encourages Virgil to wash them up. Virgil does, slipping back into his obedient role, and carries Janus to the bathroom, while Janus admires the new delightful colours on his wrists. Red and purples in the shape of Virgil's hands - a physical indicator of his careless desire. Janus twists his wrists back and forth, uncharacteristically giddy. 

It'd be a great - albeit temporary - memento of this night. And the bruises would be wonderful to see as he pleasures himself to this memory, which he plans on doing quite a bit. And maybe... if Virgil ever awakes to this memory too, thinking it to be nothing more than an embarrassing dream... he'll get off to it too. 

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Fun Janus headcanons!! 📖🍏

-Since the sides can shapeshift, I imagine he shapeshifts into a snake to sneak under doors and into rooms to eavesdrop

-Constantly doing different accents and voice impressions around who he's most comfortable with

-Submits fake submissions for reality tv competitions

-Keeps books for show that he's never going to read

-Believes the online world is a blessing for all the "anonymous fun you get to have"

-Pale as a ghost, refuses to get any sunlight

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niche song- the elevator by serendipity row. i always imagine janus directed towards virgil but it could be flipped

(Strongly encouraged to listen to the song before voting! Lyrics under the cut.)

We stood side by side in a small elevator Staring at the doors under dim fluorescent light I turned to see you, you stared forwards Disregarding me in your focused plight

"What floor are you headed to?" I tried to ask You stood in silence once more I waited again, looking down at my shoes And then opened the doors

In front of me stood your family Creating pinholes with their gaze Still you said nothing, nor did you move But you took my hand, you were afraid The people they beckoned, yet you stood still Maybe you were to scared to move The doors closed again, I started to wonder What you'd been trying to prove

You still facing forward, I turned and I shook you "Are you even awake?" I screamed and I yelled, "Why don't you like me?" "What did I do to deserve this pain?"

But still, you did nothing but snicker I noticed the slight of your hand You moved it closer to mine And relocked our fingers again For the last time, the doors reopened This time, the ones behind you I saw you pick up a suitcase And promenade into the navy blue That's the last i ever saw of you