#anxceit smut

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Plants

Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Twelve: Plants Warnings: hypnosis, fingering, overstimulation

"I insist," Janus says, petting the side of Virgil's face. Virgil grits his teeth at the action, but lets Janus caress him anyway. "Let me brew you some tea. I'll make a nice big pot, and by the time it's nearly empty I promise you'll feel better." 

Virgil mutters something bitterly under his breath. 

"It won't be gross," Janus assures him. "Here. I'll make some, and you can try a cup. If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it. Does that sound okay?" 

Virgil looks down, frowning, before eventually mumbling "whatever." 

Janus kisses the top of his hair and then heads off into the kitchen, leaving Virgil sitting on the edge of the couch, anxiously bouncing his leg while the television show on in the background blends into a slew of ambience. 

He stares at the screen, but the pictures meld together into one headache-inducing slurry of light. His chest hurts. He feels like he's suffocating. 

Suddenly, a loud whistle from the kitchen causes him to jump, followed by a clatter as Janus presumably moves the kettle from the lit stove to an empty space, allowing it a few seconds to cool. Then, Janus comes out of the kitchen holding a cup of steaming hot tea. He hands it to Virgil with a soft warning, and then kneels in front of him. 

It's a rare sight seeing Janus on his knees, but Janus seems content resting his cheek against Virgil's thighs and staring up at him as Virgil slowly lifts the cup to his lips. 

Virgil only takes a small sip before warmth begins to flood through his body. 

"Eating or drinking when you're anxious can help calm you down," Janus explains, voice hushed. "The body is trained to see eating as something people can only do when they're safe, so if you're consuming something, you must be safe enough to do so." 

Virgil takes another drink - bigger this time - swallowing down the unique blend of sweet sugar and a flowery taste unrecognizable to him. It's definitely not a tea he's had before. 

"Do you like it?"

Virgil purses his lips, finishing the drink off before shoving the cup back into Janus's hands. "That doesn't taste like chamomile." 

"It isn't." 

"Or like green tea."

Janus smiles, eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's not that either." He stands up, brushing his pants off, before petting Virgil's bangs out of his eyes. "Let me get you another cup. You still look tense." 

Virgil doesn't feel tense, but he's also not staring at himself in a mirror. If Janus thinks he looks tense, then he just might. He sees Janus into the kitchen, and then looks toward the television. 

He can't focus on the words of the show, but that's fine. He doesn't care about it anyway. 

Janus comes back into the living room, this time also holding the kettle. He sets it on the coffee table, and hands the full cup back to Virgil, who once again holds it firmly in his hands. He sips it immediately, and once again feels the warmth spreading throughout his body. He's too focused on the relaxation the sweet tea brings him to hear Janus's soft murmur of "good boy." 

On a normal day, perhaps the fact that such a thing as a cup of tea has made him feel so nice and relaxed would be suspicious. Being such a stressed individual, Virgil would laugh outright if he was initially told that drinking some tea would have him feeling this relaxed. But, somehow, it was. 

The drink both smells and tastes pleasant, and as the sweet liquid splashes against his tongue again, he relaxes further into the couch. Everything else around him fades into a fuzzy vignette, with just the tea being at the forefront of his mind. 

Until Janus is slowly pulling the cup away from Virgil's lips with a soft laugh. 

Virgil opens his mouth to complain, blinking his eyes a few times to fully focus on Janus's smiling form. As his fingers curl tighter around the cup being taken from him, he finally glances down and realizes the cup is empty. It has his eyes going wide, as he suddenly releases the cup altogether, letting Janus grab it and set it aside as Virgil processes that he'd been holding an empty cup to his mouth and drinking air from it for... who knows how long.

"Oh... sorry," Virgil mumbles, as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, briefly hiding the lower half of his embarrassed face. "I think I'm tired. I should go to my room." 

He's speaking with a slight daze in his voice. It's not completely noticeable to him, but Janus smiles as he hears it. 

"Tired" is the only explanation he can come up with for the way he's feeling. The TV sounds more and more muffled; the feeling of his hands on his jeans feels fuzzy. He doesn't realize why this bout of weariness is affecting Janus, who is clear in his vision, and firm in his touches. 

"Oh, don't be silly," Janus responds, waving his hand dismissively as he turns towards the coffee table. "You still seem so stressed; you should have a little bit more." Janus is already pouring Virgil another cup, and urging it into his hands as he speaks. 

"But... but I don't feel stressed. I feel really-"

"Relaxed?" Janus smiles, leaning up to cup Virgil's cutely confused face, and gliding his thumb over Virgil's flushed cheek. "That's good, of course. It's good to feel relaxed. But what's wrong with feeling even more relaxed? And the tea tastes good, doesn't it?" Janus moves himself onto the couch, settling himself next to Virgil as he helps the latter bring the cup to his lips, and watching as it's tilted ever so slightly. 

"There's nothing wrong with having just a bit more for good measure," Janus coaxes, as Virgil's eyes are fluttering shut as he drinks more tea down. Janus's hand rubs over his thigh comfortingly, and Virgil's mind struggles to pick whether to focus on Janus's touch, or the taste of the tea. 

And when he finishes that cup, Janus pours him another. And when Virgil's movements become sluggish enough for it to be worrying he might spill the hot liquid over himself, Janus holds the cup for him. 

He's encouraged to drink more and more, until Virgil can't think enough to protest or comment on anything. He can only remain obnoxiously aware of when there's no cup in his hands, and no tea in his mouth. 

"Do you like the tea?"

Virgil moans in response to the question, which causes Janus to huff out a laugh. 

"Yes, well, I suppose I should have expected an answer like that. Too relaxed to move your jaw, it seems." Janus pours the last bit of tea out of the kettle and into the cup, turning to Virgil with it in his hands. "It was a pain crossbreeding seeds until I developed a plant that not only tasted good, but had relaxing properties as well. Weeks of endless care and dedication; honestly, it was all quite tiring. I need a bit of relaxation myself after that." 

Janus hooks his fingers within the handle of the cup, holding it with one hand away from Virgil, as he leans close to Virgil's chest. His free hand caresses Virgil's face, slides down his neck, and comes to gently massage one of his shoulders. 

Janus hums. "I see a lot of your tension has been relieved. It's easy to relax when you can't even remember what you were upset about, isn't it?" 

Virgil looks with half-lidded eyes at the cup of tea. It's not filled as much as the others have been, as there wasn't much liquid left in the kettle, but it was enough for one final, satisfying gulp.

Lazily, Virgil reaches for it, but before he can grasp the cup, Janus is tilting it back and dumping the contents into his own mouth, greedily gulping down the last of the tea he'd painstakingly brewed for Virgil. 

The action causes Virgil to sit upwards, eyes wide as he cries "Janus!" 

Janus bursts out in laughter, wiping his eyes as he musters an "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm- I just couldn't resist!"

Virgil feels an incredibly overdramatic feeling of betrayal due to the thievery that just occurred, leaving him mouth agape and fingers curled into fists that relax moments later as Virgil's body struggles to retain any sort of tension. 

So, in a desperate attempt to salvage the last bit of addicting tea-taste quickly leaving his mouth, Virgil lunges forward and clumsily presses their lips together, quickly tangling his hands in Janus's hair so needily that Janus's hat is knocked off his head and onto the floor below. He doesn't care that Janus is still laughing, smiling against Virgil's lips and occasionally breaking from the kiss to snicker, and instead focuses on licking into Janus's mouth, and sucking on Janus's bottom lip in such a way that Janus half-expects him to bite it in his foggy state. 

And Janus thinks it's adorable. 

Virgil's desperation for the sweet drink - that does very little for Janus with how little he consumed - affirms Janus's notion that he did a good job. Not that he needed that fact to be confirmed; he was pretty convinced as is, but this amount of need from Virgil is quite appealing. He's so attractive when he's cute and needy!

Virgil moans against Janus's lips, greedily suckling down the lingering taste, until Janus inevitably pushes his fingers into Virgil's own messy locks and firmly pulls him away. 

When Virgil opens his mouth to complain, Janus loosens his grip, and lets his fingers softly massage Virgil's scalp, while using his other hand to press a quieting finger to Virgil's lips. "Hush, Virgil," Janus insists, voice low and steady and calm. "There's no need to complain. You drank an entire kettle! Don't you think you're being a bit greedy? A bit selfish?" 

Virgil stares at him as though he's too dumb to process what Janus is saying, and is instead more interested in the way Janus's lips are moving. 

"It's... it's so good," Virgil murmurs. Janus is unsure of whether it's an argument or just a statement in itself, but smiles regardless. 

"Yes, I know. Trust me, I spent a lot of time making sure it'd be just perfect for you. Perfect for the others, even! Though, I definitely spent my time growing those plants with you in mind." Janus's finger moves from Virgil's mouth to his face, and gently runs his knuckles down the length of Virgil's jaw. "I can always make more, though. You know that, right? I can make more any time you're stressed and need some nice, encouraged relaxation." 

"But first," Janus continues, pulling his hands from Virgil, "let's get you undressed. I bet you feel so hot after drinking something so warm, don't you? And in all your layers; it must be unbearable!" Janus's fingers run down to the buttons on Virgil's jeans, which he immediately works on getting off. "These tight jeans, for example, can't possibly feel comfortable." 

Virgil squirms, as he suddenly feels uncomfortable in his clothing, and wants to get out of them. How grateful he is to Janus who is helping him out of his clothes! But as Janus slowly works Virgil's black jeans down, he grinds his hand over Virgil's bulge, earning a loud moan. Blearily, Virgil seems to process that he's hard. How long as he been hard? He tries to think back to when he first got aroused, but he quickly loses his train of thought within a mess of fog, and so obliges to just lay back and soak in his arousal. 

All he cares about is Janus, and the minimum amount of pleasure Janus is generously giving him. 

His boxers are slid off with little resistance, with Janus running his hands over Virgil's thighs. "Good thing that tea is keeping you nice and hot, huh?" Janus says, as Virgil's eyes flutter shut. "Otherwise you'd surely be shivering right now. It's so nice of me to keep you warm, isn't it?"

Virgil nods, moaning out "uh-huh." 

A bottle pops open, and sounds of squirting can be heard, but Virgil feels too lethargic to care. Janus's voice is the only clear thing in his brain. "And how nice I am to help you feel good and relaxed." 

"Mm..." 

Janus adjusts Virgil's position so that his head is resting on the arm of the couch, legs spread just enough for Janus to lift his hips. 

Then, two of his fingers are pressing into Virgil's hole, earning a surprised moan as Virgil's back arches off the couch. His fingers push against the cushions, but his body otherwise stays limp. He lets Janus pull his legs around his waist, and just lets out unintelligible noises as Janus pumps his fingers slowly in and out of him. 

"Aren't you so lucky that I'm here to take care of you?" Janus asks, though he hardly expects a clear answer. "The moment I saw you all tense and anxious, I just knew I had to take care of you. Of course, I know you're typically averse to being vulnerable, so maybe I had to give you some... subtle encouragement." 

Janus pushes his fingers fully into Virgil, scissoring them apart and then pushing him back together, and listening to the way Virgil whines and pants at the feeling.  

Then, the pads of Janus's fingers thrust against Virgil's prostate, making Virgil suddenly cry out in pleasure. 

The cute noise has Janus chuckling. "Right there? Here, let me press it again, just so I'm sure." 

Janus does a lot more than just "press," as he instead forcefully drives his fingers into Virgil's prostate again, earning another pathetically loud moan. His thighs close around Janus's waist, but Janus merely pushes them apart, softly uttering to Virgil to relax. And Virgil does. He sucks in a deep breath, and his body presses further into the couch beneath him, dazed and blissful and twitching every now and then in pleasure as Janus's fingers continue to please him. 

And then a third is being pushed into his hole, stretching him further and pleasing him immensely. 

"Janus!" Virgil gasps, attempting to push his hips down onto Janus's fingers, only to be stopped by a firm hand to his hip. 

That hand crawls up Virgil's chubby stomach, giving it a teasing squeeze, before Janus's hand is sliding back down and curling around Virgil's cock. He strokes it slowly, but Virgil moans as though Janus is squeezing and pulling his shaft with vigor, no doubt overly sensitive due to the vivid warmth his body was experiencing. 

"So nice and relaxed..." Janus coos, keeping his voice passive and gentle. "But still so hot. All that tea sitting in your stomach just promptly warming you from the inside out! It's making you feel so sensitive, isn't it?"

"Uh- uh-huh-" 

"And so needy?" 

Virgil whines, toes curling as his thighs squeeze around Janus's waist again. Janus lets him this time, and just smiles as Virgil's chest rises and falls constantly, a quick rhythm of sucking in a sharp breath only to exude a shaky moan. His fingers twitch against the couch. 

"Cl-cl-"

Janus shushes him quietly. "Don't speak. You don't need to speak. I already know what you're feeling, my Virgil. You don't need to tell me, nor do you need to beg." 

Virgil's eyes squeeze shut, moaning in response. A thin line of drool glistens as it slides down Virgil's chin, dripping away as Virgil's head leans back and leaving a trail in it's wake. 

"You're close? You want to come?" 

"Mm-!" 

Fingers curling around the base of Virgil's cock, Janus squeezes firmly and then strokes faster, while his fingers inside of Virgil continue pressing into his prostate at a leisurely pace. Virgil whines, trembling as Janus pleasures him, before he's coming suddenly over Janus's hand. 

Virgil pants, as Janus pulls his fingers out of his hole, but then whines again as Janus's hand begins moving on his cock once more. 

"Janus- Janus?" 

"Shh, shh." Janus strokes him nice and slow, using his own semen as lubricant as he rubs his hand up and down Virgil's length. "Trust me. You need this. Let me help you relax completely." 

And Virgil does. 

He lays back, shuddering as Janus's thumb glides over the slit of his cock, smearing Virgil's mess over himself while going torturously slow, building the warmth in Virgil's body back up to its peak, until he's once again consumed by a ravaging heat plaguing his oversensitive flesh, causing each brush of Janus's hand over his pudgy stomach and each pump of his cock to make him moan. 

But Janus is right. Janus is always right. Virgil needed this - he needed to relax some more. Sure, the tea had calmed him significantly, and he couldn't even remember how long it'd been since his first cup or when the television had been clicked off, but to be fully brainless and taken care of like this... it's what his body wanted. What his mind wanted. What he needed. 

He feels his orgasm building, but doesn't do anything but moan, which has Janus softly encouraging him to let go. Let go of all the stress inside of him, all his worries, all his thoughts, and let Janus take care of him completely. 

Completely, entirely, absolutely. 

Virgil comes with a weak whimper, cock twitching as it spurts semen once again over himself and Janus, though this time Janus retracts his hand fully, making a small noise of disgust at the mess covering his fingers. He summons a towel to wipe the fluids away. 

As he moves the towel over Virgil's body, he goes "there, all better. Wouldn't you agree?" 

Virgil can't form the words to respond, but he hardly needs to anyway. Janus knows it's all better, and as he helps Virgil get his boxers back on, and then lays atop him to cuddle, Virgil can at least interpret that they still have a few more hours worth of relaxing to go. Nice, intimate relaxing, with Janus keeping his head tucked under Virgil's chin, and Virgil's arms lazily around his waist. Their heartbeats could sync, and so could their breathing. 

Nice, intimate relaxing. 

#anxceit #anxceit smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #sanders sides hypnovember #hypnovember 2020 #hypnosis

[nsfsprince]

Spicy Anxceit reconciliation but make it funny lol who knows what they were arguing about but at least by that last panel u can probably tell that they’ve figured things out and Janus is still in shock like ‘holy shit, that worked???’

(*comic strip idea based on smth i cant find a way to link back to, but this idea aint original but it was too good to pass up drawing these two with it)

#not safe for sanders #sanders sides smut #nsfs anxceit #anxceit #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus #prince draws #minors dni

[bottomloganagenda]

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

What I will write

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

Any combo of sides

Threesomes

What I won't write

Top Logan

Non-con

Watersports (or anything similar)

Age-play

Feet stuff

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

[dyke-remy]

Vote on my next AU

Ok so I got 2 ideas for a new askblog. Generally i have a vague plot line in mind but the plot is mostly shaped by the asks. (also more ships can potentially happen than said in this post they’re just haven’t been considered as much)

Liminal sides -  Logan main character. The sides are in long term psychiatric inpatient care run by Patton and Picani. ANGST, but also fluff. Some of the sides are in a DID system so some characters are introduced over time. Big sib Remus, Lil sib Roman. Patton x Picani. Potential loceit. Remy x Remus. potential prinxiety.

After Logan’s grades dropped to nearly all Fs his parents send him to a new type of psychward. It’s only a small section with only a few other patients around his own age. All of them are teenagers stuck in this place that isn’t quite home but home isn’t how a home is supposed to be either. They’re stuck in the liminal. All of them have abysmal social skills as well so they could probably use some help from askers.

Succubus sides - Remus and Janus main character. Much more worldbuilding in this one. Obviously supernatural. ANGST, a few scenes going on whump. theyre succubuses so sex will be talked about but there’s no actual smut. Picani x Remy. Logicality. Close creativitywins. Potential dukeceit. Potential anxceit. 

Remus works in the lowest squadron of Succubuses in the Lust circle of hell under the ruling of their manager called Orange. Their job is to convert more humans into committing sins so hell has a bigger number than heaven, sinning through lust is also the only way succubuses can feed. Only problem is that Remus is completely sex repulsed. Meanwhile Janus is a human on earth who is struggling to get through college because of their adhd. Without them knowing they will soon become followed by a demon.

Both AUs got disabled and trans sides C: just tell me whichever ur more interested in

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #loceit #dukeceit

[tulipanthousa]

omg now i need smut hcs for ur new anxceit fic

you know it nonnie

dom/top virgil and sub/bottom Janus

Virgil was right - Janus is, in fact, a spoiled brat

welcome to the next installment of my pillow prince janus agenda

you know im a slut for soft dom Virgil and this one delivers

king of foreplay and big fan of giving his bf like a half a dozen luxuriant orgasms before even fucking him

and when janus gets greedy and demanding virgil pretends to give in real easy and then funishes him with ridiculous amounts of overstim

HOWEVER they are also both big on naked cuddling and will sometimes get distracted mid-sex and wind up just snuggling and nuzzling like a pair of cats

Janus likes to be carried and its only like 30% a horny thing but that thirty percent is Hoo Buddy

they touch/cuddle a lot in public, but theyre not big on other kinds of PDA - they rarely kiss or sweet talk or even use pet names for each other in front of other people, even their friends (read: this is one of the few ships i've ever written who's squicked by exhibitionism alsdkjkajds)

#ask #anonymous #nsfs anxceit #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus

[sanderswrites]

coming untouched Anxceit? If that’s ok?

Deceit ran his fingers through Virgil's hair. Virgil whimepred into Deceit's neck.

"A-ah- Dee.. please, Dee, touch me." Virgil begged. Deceit chuckled softly, slowly grinding his hips to Virgil's.

"Ah, ah, ah, you know the rules. I clearly saw you flirting with princey, and this is the punishment." He said.

Well, that was true and Virgil was doing it to get punished, but he thought he'd get spanked. Not this.

Deceit pulled off both of their clothes and then started to finger Virgul slowly.

"Mn, I'm so close, Dee, please touch me!" He cried out. Deceit shook his head and smirked. He sped his fingers up and moved over Virg's prostate. Virgil gasped and came all over his chest.

"You did it, baby, you did so well for me." Deceit praised, starting with the aftercare. Virgil smiled and blushed, watching Deceit clean him up.

Maybe it wasnt that bad of a punishment after all.

#not safe for fanders #not safe for sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #anxiety #thomas sanders #smut #untouched #anxceit #anxceit smut #roman sanders

[ds-ts-smut-fics]

Can you do a drabble w/ nunber 4? (the fingering one) with Virgil and... anyone honestly 😅 (i just love bottom virgil)

// god me too

Janus chuckled as Virgil whimpered and whined, his back arching. Janus pressed kisses down Virgil’s back, adding a third finger and sinking them deeper into Virgil’s hole.

“Janus,” Virgil gasped, clenching. He wrapped his legs around Janus’ waist and pulled him in closer.

Janus laughed and kissed him hard on the mouth. He loved Virgil during foreplay, loved teasing him blind; Virgil got so clingy and expressive, constantly trying to get Janus as close as possible.

“It’s okay, kitten,” he whispered as Virgil’s fingers tangled in his hair. “We have all night.”

#was that ok i’m still new at writing smut on my own lol #virgil #janus #not safe for sanders #sub virgil #dom janus #anxceit #virgil sanders #janus sanders #virgil writes

[deviantofthemind]

Warmth will come to you

Masterpost

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Rating: Mature

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

Summary: 

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

M/M; Multi; Rated M

AO3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 

Part 10

Sequel

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

[sinningsanders]

Home

Requested: yes

word count: 893

warnings: NSFW, established relationship, shower sex.  

Characters: Deceit, Virgil.

ship: Deceit x Virgil

Snapshot: Deceit and Virgil have been apart for too long its time they reunite. (Domestic!au)

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It had taken Deceit exactly 30 seconds to jump into Virgil’s arms when he opened the door to their apartment. In the two years that they had dated and the three that they had been married they had never spent nearly this long apart. There had been days where they only saw each other right before bed, but at least they saw each other. As much as Virgil wanted to stay, the trip couldn't have been avoided. He may not always see eye to eye with his family, but he loved them. So, when his mother had demanded two weeks of only her husband and kids with no cell phones for her birthday, Virgil had to agree.

    Virgil laughed as he caught Deceit, kicking the door closed and dropping his carry on next to his suitcase. Snuggling his face into his husband's neck, he sighed as he blindly led them to the bedroom. This resulted in more laughter than anything, as they bumped several walls, but eventually, Virgil managed to open the correct door and lay Deceit down on the bed they shared. Pulling back, he looked at his husband's face before he pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

    I need to take a shower De” he whispered; he felt his husband's grip on him tighten. Chuckling, he slipped from Deceit’s embrace, pressing another kiss to his lips one more time before he stood and headed to the bathroom.

    The sound of the water turning on caused Deceit to sigh and turn over to stuff his face into the pillow. However, his head popped up a moment later as he had an idea. Standing, he walked to the door waiting for the sound of Virgil’s music. He waited until after the first song and then opened the door. He slipped into the bathroom and as quietly as possible he undressed and slipped into the shower. Virgil had his back to Deceit; he was facing the water his eyes closed and was mumbling along to the song. Slowly Deceit wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist giggling when his husband jumped. Virgil turned in Deceit’s hold to look at him, causing Deceit’s to breathe to catch.

    The water drops were catching the light in just the right way, that they looked like crystals. They shone against Virgil’s torso reminding Deceit that it had been a little more than two weeks since he's had any type of release. Virgil noticed his lover's gaze and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Deceit’s arms moved from around Virgil’s waist to wrap around his neck. Virgil ran his tongue along Deceit’s lower lip to deepen the kiss as his hands began to wander down Deceit’s back. Virgil trailed his kisses down Deceit’s shoulder. Normally, Virgil would have put a stop to this. They were in the shower and that could be dangerous. His husband must have missed him more than Deceit thought, though, because he let it continue.

    Deceit was pulled from his thoughts when Virgil pressed his lips to his again. Moaning as Virgil grabbed his cock, and began to stroke him.

    “Do you know how much I missed you?” Virgil whispered as he pulled his face away from Deceit’s. Deceit gasped as the slide of Virgil’s hand, increased causing lightning bolts of pleasure to shoot through him. Deceit whimpered out Virgil’s name as he moved forward to kiss his neck. Virgil sucked a dark purple bruise into the sensitive skin of Deceit’s neck. He moved his hand faster, mumbling quietly into Deceit neck.

    “I missed you too, so much. Please…” Deceit spoke as he began to trail his kisses down Virgil's chest. He grabbed Virgil's wrist, trying to catch his breath as he spoke.

     "Wait… I want to taste you." He breathed, dropping to his knees. He grabbed the base of Virgil's cock and licked the head. Virgil let out a breathy moan as he leaned his head back. Deceit took him into his mouth and began bobbing his head. Virgil’s hand laced itself in Deceit's hair, tugging when he felt the pleasure was too great. Deceit moaned around Virgil’s cock as he loved the sting of Virgil pulling his hair. Deceit looked up and made eye contact with Virgil as he began to move his head faster.

     “Fuck, I missed this” Virgil groaned as he fought to thrust his hips into Deceit’s mouth. Deceit moaned, lowering his hand down his body to give his own cock some much-needed attention. It wasn’t long before Virgil’s hand tightened in Deceit's hair as he gasped, reaching his release with a cry. Deceit pulled away, rising to kiss Virgil, who was leaned against the wall chest heaving. He reached out and pulled Deceit closer, wrapping his hand around Deceit’s cock he began to move his hand. Tilting his head down, he pressed a kiss to his lips, swallowing the noises his husband made. Deceit moaned loudly as he came, his release painting Virgil’s stomach. The shower had long since gone cold, so the couple rinsed off quickly and stepped out of the shower. They sleepily toweled each other off, and helped each other dress. Then they stumbled their way back to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

    “Goodnight Virge, I love you.” Deceit whispered, smiling when he heard the soft snores of his husband in return.

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Collar

Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Nine: Collar Warnings: hypnosis, minor footjobs, sex, hair pulling

"No." 

"No?"

Virgil eyes the collar skeptically, hissing as Janus bounces it up and down, allowing the bell to jingle. 

"Why would I humiliate myself by wearing... by wearing... that!?" His voice cracks as his exclamation makes Janus dramatically flinch, and then wipe nonexistent spit off his face.

Sighing, Janus lowers the choker. Thick, black, and with purple spikes and the cutest purple bell. 

He pouts, jutting his bottom lip out. "Because you'd look so cute in it," Janus reasons, as he pulls Virgil closer by his chin. "It'd compliment your pale skin so well. And you're no stranger to wearing chokers!" 

"It's not a choker, Janus," Virgil replies, ripping his face from Janus's hands. "It's a collar. Don't call it something it isn't." 

Janus grins. 

He finds a new angle. "Alright, then. You're no stranger to soft touches, gentle caresses, and my smooth voice in your ear, are you?" 

Virgil shifts against the mattress, face suddenly going pink. 

"That's true," Virgil mutters, avoiding Janus's eyes suddenly. Janus takes the opportunity to take Virgil's chin into his hands again, thumbing over his bottom lip as he guides Virgil to look at him once more. 

"Then you're no stranger to trust." 

Virgil looks a lot less skeptical as he melts into Janus's hands. "Yeah." 

"You're your most vulnerable when we're together. When you allow me to treat you intimately. You succumb easily to my voice, and you trust me. Besides, you usually have fun whenever I introduce something new." 

Bottom lip jutting out in a pout, Virgil whines. "But... but this is so degrading." 

"Like you aren't used to a little bit of degradation," Janus replies, rolling his eyes. And, well, Virgil unfortunately has to admit Janus has a point.

But to emphasize that point, Janus slowly starts to lean closer. "Trust me," he begins, voice smooth, "I know what's best for you. I know that you'll enjoy putting this on. I know that you'll enjoy listening to me, just like you always enjoy listening to me. I know that you're starting to feel tired of fighting against this pretty little collar, which you admittedly want to wear anyway." Janus's finger slowly trails down the side of Virgil's face, until it falls past his chin. "I know you're starting to feel tired. Don't you feel tired, Virgil? "

Virgil whines again, hands grabbing the bottom of his shirt, which he promptly fidgets with. "I... I guess..." It feels as if all of a sudden he's overcome with a wave of drowsiness. His eyes ache to close.

But still, he keeps them open, as Janus sighs and softly goes "good, good."

"I know you're secretly looking for a way to admit to me that you want to wear the collar while still keeping your dignity. I know you're waiting for me to put it on you anyway. I know you're itching to feel the clamp close behind your neck, and hear the bell jingle. Because I know that you know with each little jingle of the bell, you'll feel more and more pleasure. With each little jingle of the bell, you'll feel hot, and mindless, and most of all, blissful. Don't you want to feel blissful?"

"I... I.."

"Don't you want to feel mindless?"

"I-"

"Don't you want to feel pleasure burning throughout your body until you're sweating, aching, and desperate for release, of which only I can give you?"

"Yes- yes!" Virgil finally gasps, rocking back and forth slightly where he sits. Janus's smile widens.

"Good, good," he praises. "Good boy. Now, can I put this collar on you? Answer me honestly; I'll know if you lie."

Yes.

Affectionately, Janus pinches Virgil's cheek, moving his head side to side dramatically without any resistance.

"Now.. sleep."

And with a wave of his hand, Virgil falls back onto the bed, slumping hard against the mattress. His hair spreads out around him, framing his relaxed features in a pretty portrait.

***

Virgil wakes up relaxed. 

He slides out of bed, only for the bell around his neck to jingle as his knees hit the floor. Immediately, heat seeps into his mind, blissful mindlessness crashing down over his body. He drifts side to side, before Janus's name fills his mind. 

Janus. Janus. Janus. 

Humming, Virgil leans over and stretches, chest pushing into the ground as his ass sticks into the air. His fingers dig into the ground and flex, before footsteps travel towards the room. 

Immediately, Virgil perks up, head cocking to the side as his eyes focus on the underside of the door, watching as two objects obscure the light from outside. The jostling of the doorknob draws his attention towards there instead, and he watches as the door itself is suddenly opened. 

"Ah, you're awake," Janus coos, and Virgil feels vibrations running through his body. Was he... purring? 

The short answer was no; it was a trick of the mind. But to Virgil, yes, he was purring. He was purring out of excitement and affection, moaning softly when Janus crouches down and gently runs his fingers through Virgil's hair.

Janus can't help but muse to himself at the utterly adorable way Virgil s eyes roll back into his head at the touch. Because, to him, he's being pet by his owner. And it feels so good to get attention from him. So very good. 

"There we go... see? You're much better when you're eager and stupid." Janus's voice is soft and teasing, but it results in another moan slipping past Virgil's lips. 

It's clear he doesn't understand what Janus is saying at all, but that's exactly what Janus wanted. 

Cooing, Janus scratches under Virgil's chin, before he shifting his position and attempting to get comfortable. He moves to sit on the edge of Virgil's bed, and watches as Virgil - who's surprisingly clingy - move to attempt to crawl onto the bed after him.

But, he pulls an adorably confused face when Janus stops him instantly, planting a hand on Virgil's forehead and gently pushing him back down to the floor.

"Awww, silly boy, don't you remember?" Janus lightly chastises, waving his pointer finger in Virgil's face. "Pets aren't allowed on the furniture. You'll just make a mess! You have to be a good boy and follow the rules."

Virgil's mind feels hazy. Rules? Vaguely, he recalls something about rules. A set of rules that he's supposed to follow, burned somehow into the back of his mind.

He knows he's not supposed to get on the bed, and obediently he stops trying almost instantaneously, but he still wants it!

He lets out a soft whimper of complaint, almost mewling in abandonment from Janus simply being on a different surface than him. Meekly, he rubs his hand over Janus's leg in order to convince his owner to pay attention to him, but he can't do anything but whine softly when Janus decides to ignore him in favor of flicking on the television instead.

Casually, Janus pulls his legs back onto the bed, and makes himself comfortable atop Virgil's weighted blanket.

Virgil whines again, trying to paw at the side of the bed and peek over the edge, straining to see his owner, but when he lets out a needy moan, Janus just softly shushes him.

"Behave," Janus commands him, sparing Virgil a singular glance, "and maybe I'll play with you."

He also has a nice treat he can give Virgil later, if he earns it, of course.

Submissively, Virgil slumps towards the ground, defeated and lonely.

He stretches over the soft carpet flooring, rolling in it briefly, before fully flexing his body, pressing his chest to the floor as his ass raises in the air. To him, it's an innocent action, mindlessly attempting to work out the aches in his body, but Janus can't help sneaking a look towards Virgil and immediately thinking perverse thoughts.

He can tell that Virgil's feeling neglected from a few mere minutes of neglect, and while it's amusing, it's definitely pitiful.

Subtly, Janus moves his hand to his crotch, and rubs slowly through the fabric while just watching Virgil curl up on himself.

He'd been stripped down while in his trance, of course.

While his pretty little head was being filled with mantras and desires, his body was being exposed until his boxers were all that remained, barely hiding the hard cock that strained against the fabric, messily spilling precome over the front. It's taking a lot of willpower to keep Janus's hands off of him. 

Right now, Virgil's nothing but a stupid, obedient pet. He's just doing a normal cat stretch! He has no idea that he looks like such a whore, sticking his ass in the air and showing off his achingly hard cock... too adorably dumb to process that his owner is touching himself while watching him lazily paw against the floor. 

With Virgil's clouded mind, his awareness of time is distorted, and every minute Janus ignores him feels like hours, making him mewl. 

He continues stretching until he inevitably ends up rolling onto his back, legs spread and slightly curled upwards towards his chest, once more unintentionally showing off his body. His bulge strains against his boxers, as if enticing Janus to torture it. And Janus has never been one to ignore an opportunity. 

Suddenly caught off guard, Virgil gasps when Janus's socked foot comes into contact with his bulge, making him whimper and roll his hips upwards, attempting to grind against Janus's sole. 

"Aww, such a cute little kitten," Janus coos, mockingly. He drags his foot roughly over Virgil's cock, listening to him moan stupidly, as drool rolls down his chin. "How am I supposed to resist the urge to play with you when you act like this?" 

Virgil smiles, as his scrambled mind interprets Janus's tone as a compliment, arching his back as he moans again, delighted by the half-hearted pleasure. As his head falls back, the bell attached to his collar jingles, which just makes Virgil giggle stupidly. 

Janus slowly pulls out his cock in the process, beginning to stroke himself while lazily rubbing Virgil's crotch, which is amazing to the pet who can't remember how good it is to receive proper pleasure anyway. 

Unfortunately, that pleasure leaves him all too soon, as Janus pulls his foot away, emitting a needy cry from Virgil. 

Desperation and confusion immediately crosses Virgil's face, as the poor thing doesn't understand why the pleasure has suddenly stopped. 

Pathetically, he looks up at Janus, who he knows is in charge. He wants to feel good again, and obviously his master knows how to make him feel such. His master knows everything! And so, Virgil sits himself up, and scoots closer to Janus, pawing at his leg while his hips roll against the floor absentmindedly, as Virgil's body rushes to give him the pleasure he was suddenly deprived of. 

"Silly pet," Janus tsks, as he reaches down to pet Virgil's hair. "I can't possibly give you pleasure with those boxers in the way. What on earth are you still doing with those on?" Janus then lightly tugs Virgil's hair, making him cry out. "Pets don't wear human clothes; you should know better by now. Get them off and out of the way, lest you want to be punished." 

His hand travels further after a moment, and flicks the bell around Virgil's collar, watching as Virgil's eyes cross momentarily, before Virgil's looking back down at his own crotch, stupidly staring at his underwear.

Obviously, Janus left Virgil's boxers on purposely, but Virgil doesn't need to know that, and he's too mindless to question him at all. 

Clumsily, Virgil immediately tries to take them off, but his fingers don't seem to cooperate. Why would they? It's not like little kittens have opposable thumbs. 

Virgil gets all teary eyed with frustrations as he attempts to push his boxers off, hardly even managing to get them past his thighs. Janus watches him struggle for a moment, before finally with sheer desperation Virgil manages to kick them off. He hisses at them after, as if his own incompetence wasn't the thing preventing him from an easier removal.

Janus can't help but laugh, pressing the back of his knuckles to his mouth as he does so, hiding the majority of his amusement. 

"Oh, aren't you adorable," Janus then muses, as he reaches forward and grabs Virgil's cheeks, pinching and petting them as Virgil - who's initially still grumpy - melts into the affection, purring softly after a moment as his eyes flutter shut. 

They quickly snap back open, however, as Janus pulls him onto the bed. 

"This is a privilege," Janus warns, waving his finger in Virgil's face, as Virgil meets his eyes, desperate for approval. "If you misbehave, you'll be set right back on the floor. Do you understand?"

Virgil meekly mewls in response, making Janus soften as he scratches under Virgil's chin, which has Virgil smiling immediately, his brain once again pouring out his ears. 

Scooting back on the bed, Janus stops Virgil from crawling closer to him in order to make sure he has space to pull his own clothes off. He undoes every clasp with a slow, teasing demeanor, making Virgil shift impatiently as he once again feels neglected. 

As soon as Janus is stripped though, he's beckoning Virgil closer. 

Once again petting his face, Janus quietly asks "do you want to be good, kitten? Would you like a treat?" 

Virgil immediately nods and moans affirmatively, making Janus smile. 

Janus grabs a nearby bottle of lube, and takes his time pouring some into his hand, and then stroking Virgil's cock slowly. He plays it off as though he's just preparing Virgil, but Virgil moans and bucks his hips into the touch, shivering when Janus briefly squeezes around his base, before whining when Janus inevitably pulls away.

He then leans onto his back, bringing his thighs up to wrap around Virgil's pudgy waist. Virgil moves closer, closed fists bracing against either side of Janus's face as he waits for Janus to keep going, overly eager. 

His eyes are wide, but clouded. All Virgil knows is to do what he's told. To submit. To obey.   

"Go on and breed me, kitten," Janus then says, softly, barely above a whisper. He smiles wide when he watches Virgil's face go bright red, and doesn't miss the way he gulps. Was there a hint of nervousness that Janus's hypnosis failed to expel? Well, they couldn't have that. 

Caressing Virgil's face, Janus's fingers slip behind Virgil's ear, and scratches softly, immediately triggering Virgil to go limp. His upper half falls against Janus's chest, drooling over his chest - a sensation that makes Janus cringe, but he supposes he can't hold Virgil accountable - as he pants. 

"Wipe any thoughts you have out of your head, kitten," Janus commands him, quietly. "You shouldn't be thinking of anything other than pleasing your master, and your own enjoyment. If I feel good, you feel good, and when you feel good, you only want to make me feel even better." 

While not normally permissible for a kitten to talk, Janus commands him to do so. 

"When you feel good, I feel good," Virgil echoes, as he cements the words into his brain. "And when I feel good, I want to make you feel even better."

"Good. Good boy." 

"When you feel good, I feel good..." Virgil pants, hips rolling as his cock grinds against Janus's own, humping mindlessly. "And when I feel good... I want you..." 

Janus laughs softly. "Of course you want me. You need me. You'd be lost without me, kitten." 

"I need you," Virgil breathlessly repeats, voice pitched up into a whine. "I need you, I need you, I need you."

"Then take me." 

A quick snap near his ear and suddenly Virgil's moaning as he positions himself properly against Janus's hole, and then sloppily thrusts the tip of his cock in. His body rocks as he does so, causing his bell to ring, which just makes Virgil pant. He's messy, and drooling, face buried into Janus's neck as his cock pushes further into Janus's hole. 

To him, this is more than a treat. It's amazing! His master is so nice to him. So good to him. And it makes Virgil feel good. 

"Faster, pet," Janus breathlessly orders. "Don't keep me waiting." 

Virgil whines apologetically, before leaving wet kisses over Janus's neck. He's quick to roll his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until the base is nestled deep inside his owner. 

Janus, face flushed, lightly tugs on Virgil's hair, pulling his face from the crevice of his neck in order to better see his pleasured expression. 

A compliment lingers on the tip of his tongue, but he keeps it repressed as Virgil moans at the rough treatment instead, thrusting his hips as that's what he interprets Janus as wanting. And when Janus gasps and arches his back off the bed, Virgil believes this assumption to be correct. 

Moaning softly, Virgil bites his lip as he attempts to focus on pleasing his master, though he keeps getting distracted by the wet heat surrounding his own cock. 

But he needs to go faster. He needs to go faster, to obey, to make his master feel good. 

"I need you," Virgil pants, quietly. Mindlessly. "When you feel good... I feel good..." 

He starts out thrusting slowly, pathetically trying to lift Janus's hips up to give him a better angle, as his bell is rocked back and forth. Every little jingle seems to ruin him further. 

Virgil's hands twist into the bedsheets, grabbing and tightening before relaxing, as though he's trying to grasp something firm to ground him, but not really wanting to be grounded. He wants to lose his mind. He wants to be good. 

"Good boy," Janus moans, as he pulls Virgil closer. "So good. Keep going, kitten." His voice fills Virgil's ears, flooding his mind. And Virgil looks so pleasured from the slow pleasure he's giving them both, though another pull to his hair gets him going quicker. 

With rougher thrusts, Virgil's little grunts and mewls get more frequent, eyes squeezed shut as his mind focuses solely on pleasure. Whether his pleasure or Janus's is irrelevant, so long as somebody is moaning, he feels overwhelmingly good. It's amazing. It's mindless excitement that leaves his body burning with delicious heat and his brain scattered and messy. 

His hips thrust hard against Janus's ass, forcing his cock in deeper and harder, making them both moan in unison. 

Uttering a curse under his breath, Janus struggles to maintain his composure as he stares at Virgil with half-lidded eyes. He's sweaty, but very clearly excited and pleasured. With every thrust into Janus, Virgil looks orgasmic. Behind his closed eyelids, Janus can picture his eyes rolling back into his head. 

And then Virgil hits his prostate. 

Immediately, Janus's head is falling back with a cry, nails digging into Virgil's scalp and thighs squeezing around Virgil's waist, pulling him closer and holding him hard. 

"Fuck!" Janus finally spills, clinging tight to the man above him. "Right there! Be good- be good and do that again!" 

One of Virgil's eyes peek open to observe Janus's face, and Virgil moans when he sees it. His master looks so good. So pretty. Virgil is making him feel good, and seeing that - hearing him - makes Virgil moan as he leans over Janus, pushing their bodies together as he fucks him harder. 

He's not aware enough to properly think about stimulating Janus's prostate, but the command bounces around his head nonetheless, giving his subconscious enough direction to obediently oblige.

Virgil watches Janus as he thrusts into him, watching him moan and squirm with each messy hump against him. He's doing so good! 

His own abdomen is flooded with warmth, but he wouldn't be able to come even if he tried. Not that he can think enough to be bitter about that fact. 

One of Janus's arms fall from Virgil's neck to his own cocks, both of which he attempt to touch and stroke despite the awkward, bent position he's in. He's getting close, and Virgil's too dumb to be able to touch him properly, so he'll take care of this part himself. Though, Virgil torturing his inner bundle of nerves does help quite a lot. 

"So- so good, kitten," Janus gasps, and allows his eyes to stay shut as he listens to the lewd sounds of their skin slapping, Virgil's panting, and the bell jingling over and over as it's shaken by the movements of Virgil's body. 

He's so close. He's so close, and Virgil just keeps going. Keeps roughly thrusting in and out of him, drooling all the while. 

"Good," Virgil repeats, voice cracking. "Good, good, good-" 

One more thrust to his prostate, and Janus is coming, making a mess of his hand and both his and Virgil's bodies. He's loud, moaning as he indulges in his climax, before relaxing fully. Until he realizes Virgil isn't stopping. 

"Virgil-" Janus gasps, but Virgil cuts him off with another moan. His pace never falters, continuing to thrust hard and quick. He's scratching hard against the sheets, lips and chin wet with spit. 

Janus whines with overstimulation, gently pushing Virgil's face in an attempt to get his attention. "Virgil! You're- you're doing so good. Don't you want to come, kitten? Go on and come for me." He's breathy and admittedly a bit desperate for Virgil to reap his reward and stop torturing Janus with the looming threat of another round. 

Virgil's foggy mind is immediately overwhelmed with the idea of his orgasm, and so with a few final thrusts emphasized by stuttered moans, Virgil comes inside of Janus, further adding to the mess around them, before he pulls out. 

Carelessly, he lets himself flop against Janus, back to making that nice, soft purring sound. 

Janus lets him lay for a moment, before gently rolling Virgil off of him, and encouraging him to cuddle side-by-side instead, as to not smear their mess further. Though they will still have to clean up, at least Janus can wipe them down briefly with a piece of nearby clothing. 

Virgil lets him do so, before his bell jingles as he wiggles up against Janus's side. Janus might wake up to Virgil bitching tomorrow, or trying to get the cute little collar off, but at least Janus knows he enjoyed himself, and that's all that matters. 

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Sanders Sides Ficmas 2020

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Dec 4: Holiday Movies - Anxceit  Rating: E

Virgil is cosied up for christmas break with his boyfriend in his parents otherwise empty house. They plan on nothing but eating an ungodly amount of food, relaxing and watching mushy Christmas movies. They don’t actually watch anything.

Finals week had been freaking hell on earth. Had anyone told him just how much it was, he may have reconsidered college. Virgil had been so stressed that the muscles in his jaw were sore because he had clenched his teeth so much. And now his calves and thighs were equally as destroyed because he had tried to run the stress out of his body, literally.

He panted hard, bent over, hands on his knees. The cold air burned in his throat and lungs and the sweat on his body made him shiver in the fresh winter wind. 

With his icy hands he had a hard time unlocking the front, fingers fumbling and numb. When he finally made it inside he was immediately surrounded by a cosy warmth. The smell of lasagna his mom had made this morning, before his parents left for their vacation, was still strong in the air. 

He generally was in a pretty good mood, the holidays were here, his boyfriend would be here in a few hours, he just had to get rid of the residue of lingering anxiety and, it seemed, he’d been successful with his run. He would take sore muscles and post-sports-starve any time. That was one reason, if not the only one, while he played lacrosse and he thought it was one of the reasons while Janus was into soccer.

Between the two of them they could eat a very impressive amount of food. Virgil would forever cherish the memory of Janus being invited over for the first time to have dinner with Virgil's parents. His mom, very smugly, saying, “I’m so happy to see you enjoy my cooking!”, after Virgil had them both dealt a third helping. It was probably the only time he’d ever seen his boyfriend blush. 

He stuffed a left-over piece of pizza into his mouth at once, checking over the content of the fridge while at it and found it to be satisfactory stacked. Sitting down on the kitchen island he willed himself to chew slowly and checked his phone for an update from Jan. Nothing yet, but Virgil knew he was on his way. 

The shower was good, Virgil lingered much longer than he usually would. He only got out when his stomach rumbled to signal for more food than just a tiny piece of pizza. Also, he didn’t want to miss the doorbell. He hadn’t seen Janus for almost three weeks after all and was a bit giddy with it.

He had a snack of another piece of pizza while he waited for his oatmeal to cook and just appreciated the quiet and newly loose muscles. He took the bowl into the living room, eating on the floor while he lit the fire so he could warm his cold feet in front of the fireplace and also because it was romantic. Jan liked romantic. Virgil might do so too, not that he would admit to that outright. On second thought, he probably had already when they talked about what they wanted to do for their break and Virgil had said he wanted to be alone and watch christmas movies. 

Just when he had shoved the last spoon into his mouth he could hear a car pull up into the driveway. It was a little embarrassing how quick he was up and unloaded his clattering bowl into the sink before he opened the front door.

Janus was just slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, smiling brightly as he walked over the short way to Virgil. He swooped him into a very nice kiss hello. Soft lips and gentle pressure. “Hi Virgil..” 

Suave fucker. "Good to see you, asshole." Virgil grinned despite himself, pulling Janus inside the house to kiss him again, a lot more sloppy. 

“You’ve missed me, huh?” Virgil had to nip that annoyingly handsome smirk off his face because turning around gesturing up the stairs.

“Wanna get rid of your bag first?”

“Would love to.” Jan still grinned that smug smile and before he could himself blush even deeper, Virgil led up the way to his room.

When Virgil had decorated that room at the ripe old age of fifteen he wouldn’t have thought that one day he might he coming home from college and maybe have sex with his boyfriend for the first time. In all fairness, he still had been fairly convinced that it would be a girlfriend back then.

He heard Jan snort on his laugh when he stepped inside the room after Virgil, letting his duffel fall to the floor by the door. The sound was nice. Deep, rich. It was more than nice actually. And it was what had endeared him to Janus in the first place. Now it made him a little nervous, not just because his incredibly cringey, teenage angst nightmare of a bedroom was on display.

Janus walked around the room, still laughing softly, downright giggling at one or the other ancient poster.

He turned back around to Virgil fiddling silently with the cuffs of his hoodie. “This is very you. Would have definitely been able to pick out this as yours under a thousand.”

“Is- uhm, is that good?”he asked, and it came out soundly a lot more insecure than he intended, making him wince a little.

Janus stepped back into his comfort zone, sighing softly, before kissing him again. Not as charged as before just...incredibly mushy and sweet. “Perfect.”

They spend the afternoon making some mulled wine, accidentally cooking all the alcohol out of it, too busy snogging on the kitchen island. And talking, mostly gossiping and venting. And it was good, it was exactly what Virgil had hoped when he offered spending the holidays together. Just, spending time, being comfortable, shaking off the stress and anxiety of the last weeks. 

They warmed the lasagna and got cosy in the living room later that evening. Shoveling his face with his mom's cooking and reminding his boyfriend of the first time they did. Janus did the endearing blushy thing again. Vorgil felt exceptionally good about his plans.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked when they sorted both their long limbs to get comfortable snuggled together.

They decided on Happiest Season and got about ten minutes into the stream before Virgil was distracted by Jans sharp jawline, feeling compelled to kiss and nibble softly until he could hear the breath of his very composed boyfriend hitch lightly.

“V…, Baby.” Janus hummed softly, using the nickname that never failed you make Virgil heat up all over. He let his mouth wander until he reached another pair of soft, relaxed lips to slip his tongue in. Jan gripped him more firmly, pressing him against his chest, heat trapped between them now, while they kissed. Things only got more heated between, the kiss downright dirty and open-mouthed and a little dizzying with the lack of oxygen. Both of them were hard, which was nothing new really, they often got turned on like that from kissing each other.

“Hey V..” Janus asked, right against his lips, gorgeous and absolutely out of breath, “Can I blow you?”

They hadn’t done that yet. Actually they hadn’t done anything really, except for rubbing against each other, fully clothed. Because Virgil had been to anxious about, well, everything, to do with having sex with his boyfriend. Jan had never pressed for anything more and he was intensely thankful for that. But he must have felt too that tonight was different. And holy shit, he wanted to get his mouth on Virgil's dick! He could actually feel his dick dribbling a little at that and had to hide his head in Jans neck to get himself under control.

“Fuck yes, yes, please, I’d like that.” he whispered. Again that irresistible laugh, but this time it made the unbearable heat in his belly even more intense.

“Okay, yes, sounding enthusiastic there, yes?”

“Yes, yes, very enthusiastic. Very.” he hurried to say when Jans fingers wandered to his waistband.

“Just making sure..” This time the heatwave came from his boyfriend smoothly sliding onto the floor between his outstretched legs, and it made actual sweat break out in the small of his back. The sweats were gone in an instant.

Shortly before Jan was about to strip him out of his pants he gripped his hands in a sudden bout of nervousness. They’d never been naked around each other either, what if- “Virgil, Baby.” Janus interrupted his rabid brain, “Stop thinking. I already know you are gorgeous and I want you, yes?”

He waited until Virgil cracked a small smile and confirmed that he could go on, still a little wary but also really, really excited.

In comparison to all the porn Virgil had ever seen this was incredibly sloppy. Nothing about it was tidy and very coordinated or anything like he had imagined from what he had ever seen. And it was mind numbing. Absolute bliss and it was over so fucking fast he could barely warn Jan.

“Fuck, Baby.” And again that incredible warm laugh. Virgil didn’t feel like examining how he was liking his lips while doing it or he most likely would have ended up with the next erection.

“Want me to..?” he gestured a little helplessly and dazed between his boyfriends legs which must have been a little funny because he was treated to another soft huff. “Don’t worry, V...taking care of it myself real quick. Just relax and savour that afterglow, yeah? We have all of the holidays if you want to  reciprocate.”

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[misery-bitchness-moved]

Hi! My name is Blue and I use any pronouns :)

I have decided I am a whore and should run a sanders sides smut blog (please don’t come for me tumblr). So to start things off I thought I’d list some of the things welcome or not welcome in my blog!

I am open to requests and asks, but please do not send me anything I have stated I am uncomfortable with.

What I will write:

-any sanders sides ship except remrom or moxiety

-any side can be dom or sub (thought I usually write Virgil as a sub and Roman as a dom)

-honestly just ask and chances are I’ll be chill with writing it. If not I’ll let you know

Hard no’s:

-watersports

-foot fetish

-ddlg

-genderbent sides (not for any particular reason I’m just not very good at it)

-not particularly fond of any Roman ships aside from prinxiety but mayyybe I’ll do one if I have a good enough idea for it

-again, if you suggest something not on the list but still something I’m not comfortable writing, I’ll just let you know :)

My fav things to write:

-bottom or sub Virgil

-Prinxiety and anxceit

-hypnokink

-not pet play necessarily but I just love writing a sub being called kitten and wearing cat themed lingerie

And just a reminder: NO MINORS!!! I will block you if you are a minor or don’t have your age in your blog. It is illegal for minors to be on my blog so get the hell out :))))

#not safe for sanders #pinned post #Blue babbles

[nsfsprince]

Let Me Escape In Your Arms

-title from 'Be Together' by Major Lazer

-NSFS Fic! Minors DNI!-

Pairing: Anxceit (soft dom!Virgil, sub!Janus)

Word count: 2653

Fic warnings(Let me know if I missed anything!): Fae!Virgil, Human!Janus, Trans!Janus. Mixed terms used to describe Janus's genetalia(I.e. cunt and little cock, primarily), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex, p in v penetrative sex, orgasm denial, and uhh... Marathon sex?(sorta kinda? More like Virgil fucks Janus in a fairy circle for hours and Janus is completely on board w/ it)

Extra lore notes: This fic is actually using the concept from (This Fic Idea) I had a while ago, and while i have yet to write a full story fic for it, i ended up writing this smut fic first. Theres more info about them on that short idea blurb that i recommend you read first just so things make a little more sense? Both to understand their backstory and to understand why Janus is human but is described as having scales.

Niether are elaborated on as this is mostly just a p*rn no plot fic. like they get right into it from the first sentence, you've been warned. xD

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One of the first times they had ever gotten intimate before, Virgil had sat his perfect little human in his lap, back to his chest, and fingered Jan's cunt slowly till he came apart. He worked his fingers skillfully till Janus was coming over and over again, squirming and keening in overstimulation but never tapping out.

 Janus had immediately become sort of addicted to the feeling, being practically pulled apart at the seams with all the pleasure he could possibly take and more. Virgil seemed to adore taking his time in gently pulling Janus's mind apart with pleasure, piece by loving piece.

His deep raspy voice had cooed over how wet Janus was, how cute it was that his slick had soaked their laps and coated Virgil's fingers, how good Janus was doing by taking his fingers so well.

Janus had remained squirmy for days afterward, as even the memory of Virgil's fingers pressing deep into his cunt while keeping his legs spread wide got him hot and bothered.

Virgil was content to let him squirm; Eager, even, to whisper naughty things in Janus's ears to make him even more hot and bothered. Just to see how long it would take for Janus to break and finally ask for another night of pleasure.

Janus lasted a whole week before Virgil caught him trying to finger himself, wet and frustrated beyond belief that he couldn't quite reach the same spots Virgil had to drive himself wild. Feeling generous at seeing his love frustrated to tears, he ends up dragging Janus back into his lap and beginning the slow process of pulling Janus apart once more.

The tears of relief after Jan's first orgasm are utterly worth skipping over any real punishment for having been caught trying to orgasm without permission. Virgil figures instead that the next few slow-building and torturously drawn out orgasms that leave overstimulated tears in Janus's eyes is punishment enough.

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Not long after, they grew curious enough to explore penetrative sex.

It starts out as a makeout session that progressively gets hotter and hansier than normal, Virgil unable to help his subconscious need to hold and caress his scaled love. He has one hand gently pinning Jan's hips as he slots himself between Janus' legs, his other hand gently cradling his loves head as they trade heated kisses.

Janus's soft gasps turn into sharp whines and tiny moans as Virgil bears his weight down on the other, his shorter legs locking around the fae's hips instinctually as they slowly grind against one another. 

Virgil groans at the feeling, his pitch dropping so unnaturally deep that Janus feels it in his own chest. The kiss breaks only for Virgil to lick his way back into Janus's mouth, purring lowly with the way that Janus moans into the kiss.

He finally breaks the kiss to trail sharp kisses downward to cover his love's neck and shoulders with hickeys and bite marks, and his eyes go dark at the way Janus outright squirms and moans.

"Please, oh fuck, Virge, Vee, please? Need you, ah!-" with their mental link from Virgil's claim on Janus, Virgil understands roughly what Janus actually wants and is more than happy to give it to him. He's quick to lay the other back onto his cloak, tugging at his loves clothes with care as not to rip the fabric in his eagerness.

Once Janus is stripped bare from the chest down, Virgil doesn't hesitate to press his head between Janus's thighs to suck on Janus's clit. Immediately, Janus's eyes roll a bit at the feeling, moaning and squirming uselessly against the hands gripping his thighs to keep them open.

Virgil's eyes remain open yet lidded as he watches Janus's reactions, his wide pupils darkening his eyes even further at Janus's rambling pleas of "please," and "more!"

One hand's long lithe fingers reach down to stoke between Jan's folds, slicking them up before slowly pressing the first into the other's slick twitching cunt.

Janus moans at the feeling, his eyes skittering downward before whimpering loudly when he locks his gaze with the dark heated one of his supernatural lover staring right back at him as the fae continues to lap and suck at his little cock. 

It takes a few moments before Virgil starts pumping his finger in time with his mouth, leisurely stoking the others walls in an effort to make Janus slowly lose his mind to pleasure.

The second finger is more noticeable than the first, but Virgil is quick to distract with the hard relentless way that he sucks at Jan's cock. Jan's hips quiver and buck against Virgil's ceaseless onslaught, gasping and moaning as two fingers turn to three.

"Please, Virge, ah! Need you! Want you inside of me, please?" Janus begs, his legs falling open as his eyes roll at a particularly deep press from the three long fingers stretching open his cunt.

Virgil's eyes get impossibly darker with arousal, using his free hand to easily hold up Janus's hips as he changes angles a bit. Janus barely has time to be confused before Virgil's tongue starts prodding at his cunt where his fingers disappear into, hooking past the rim and tonguing his way inside, much to Jan's surprise. This wasn't exactly what he'd meant, but it feels heavenly all the same, especially with the immediate way that Virgil seems to enjoy it.

Virgil is practically darkeyed with bliss, getting direct feedback from how good he's making Janus feel and absolutely adoring using his mouth to please his lover. He can't even seem to help the way his eyes flutter closed, continuing to stretch and fuck open his love with his fingers so his tongue can fuck itself deeper at every pass and taste his love intimately. 

Janus is losing his mind, rapidly approaching his orgasm with the way that Virgil is touching him, gasping and moaning a warning. All Virgil does is remove his fingers, pressing his tongue deep to fill the space and using his slick fingers to stroke Janus's cock.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds more for Janus to come, gasping and whining at the way Virgil groans into his cunt. 

Infact, Virgil doesn't even seem to care to stop, licking and sucking on Janus's slick as he pleasures Janus through his orgasm and right into overstimulation. Janus trembles, eyes shut as he focuses on the hot overstimulated feeling of Virgil's tongue in his twitching cunt, keening at the way Virgil occasionally sucks on the rim of his entrance.

When his shaking hands finally listen to his frazzled mind, Jan manages to gently tug at Virgil's hair, panting at the way Virgil is easily working him up again. Virgil barely breaks away with a slightly petulant hum, making a slick noise as he stops long enough to listen, though he looks utterly blissed out to have Janus' slick dripping down his chin.

"Virge, Please, fuck. Made me feel so good, want you inside, want your cock, want you to fuck me with it, please?" Janus pants, trying to be a little clearer this time but not regretting the first misunderstanding even a little bit, especially since it seemed to be something Virge had been enjoying thoroughly.

Virgil growled lowly and sat up, licking his lips as his eyes flickered headily over the wrecked way his lover looked, absentmindedly pleased to be able to see just how skilled he had been at pleasuring his love.

His dark eyes gazed reverently at his beautiful human, his clean hand reaching up to cradle his love's scaled cheek to check in. Janus just nuzzled against Virgil's hand, a soft muttering of 'Green' further soothing Virgil's anxieties. 

Slowly he reached down to free himself of his pants, stroking his half hard cock to full attention with little trouble as he gazed down at his wrecked love, the blissful taste of slick still fresh on his tongue.

He watched as Janus's attention narrowed down to his large cock, whimpering flusteredly as Virgil reached out and stroked between Jan's folds to gather enough slick to lube up his cock. Once he was assured he was slick enough, he slotted himself back fully between Janus' legs, groaning as his cock prodded at Janus' cunt.

He reached out and pressed his love's knees to their chest, keeping a firm but gentle grip on Jan's thighs as he lined up and slowly pressed inside.

He kept his gaze firmly on Janus's expression, watching and feeling alertly for any discomfort from his love as he slowly and carefully sank to the hilt. Janus's eyes had fluttered shut, his jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed in an overwhelmed but not pained or uncomfortable manner.

Once fully resting inside, Virgil made to pause for Janus, giving the other time to adjust to his size and waiting for the okay to move.

For a long moment Janus stayed still and quiet, his eyes scrunching a bit before fluttering open slightly with a soft whine that fizzled into a moan. Virgil was almost worried until Jan started shifting his hips slightly, only to suddenly be clenching hard around the other's cock, apparently so worked up that he ended up orgasming just from finally having his lover's cock inside him.

"My sweet serpent, Do I really feel that good inside you, hm? I hadn't even started moving yet.~" Virgil teased softly, leaning down to nuzzle his love's cheek, cooing lovingly at the embarrassed expression.

He could feel his love try to clench around him in retaliation, only for Jan to moan when his cunt throbbed in overstimulation. He cooed again, reaching down to stroke his love's sensitive chest scales in a comforting motion, pressing reassuring kisses to the others' flushed face. 

When asking if he should continue, he received a flustered yes, and that was really all he needed to actually start fucking his human lover.

He was slow at first, easing himself in and out of his trembling love to really make sure he wouldn't hurt him. Given that Janus's cunt was already dripping with slick again, his cock had no trouble easing in and out of his love's entrance, every thrust feeling smoother than the last.

He'd been waiting for ages to feel this, the way Janus flutters around his cock, the deep hot and tight heat of someone yet to be claimed before. It made a deep part of Virgil's fae instincts flare happily, getting to claim Janus as his and only his, completely and utterly. No one else could have Janus if Virgil's instincts had any say in the matter. 

(They usually didn't, to be fair. Janus was still his own person and capable of making his own decisions, even if he was Virgil's by the rules of the fairfolk. Virgil would never trap Janus if he didn't want to be confined. So it was perhaps the best case-scenario that Janus was actually intent on being Virgil's and only Virgils.)

At this point Janus was gasping and moaning, hands threaded tightly into Virgil's cloak as the other picked up the pace a little. He couldn't help it, fucking Janus felt good. 

Janus was taking his cock with ease, even as Virgil changed his angle a bit and ended up constantly ramming over Janus' g-spot with every thrust which just made Janus moan even louder. It was heavenly, the way that his lover's tight cunt clenched around Virgil's cock at every pass, the way that he just barely fit all the way inside and the fact that that was driving Janus's mind crazy.

Still, Virgil had to be careful as he was trying not to overdo it, knowing he didn't exactly have a refractory period like Janus did. Through their connection he could feel Janus getting close again, and he had an idea.

"You may not cum yet, Janus." He purred lowly, reaching within his grasp of control over Janus, as Janus was his, and made a command the human's body would be forced to follow.

Janus keened, his mind naturally losing some coherency from his lover's command as it always does when being Told by Virgil, shaking as the pleasure instead just kept building, and building, and building.

He couldn't think about anything except the large cock repeatedly stretching him open and the fact that he wasn't physically capable of falling over the edge until Virgil told him he could. 

Virgil kept him that way for hours, blissed out on pure unparalelled pleasure as Virgil kept relentlessly fucking his cunt, the command keeping his mortal body indefinitely on the cusp of orgasm. 

(Janus had agreed to a session like this long before this scene anyway, knowing his answer to spending countless hours being absolutely railed by Virgil in a fairy circle was always going to be a yes. Virgil had just wanted his spoken affirmation first.)

At some point Janus was flipped onto his hands and knees, not that he stayed in that position for very long. His arms were quick to give out, leaving Virgil to hold up his hips and drape over his back to keep going. Not that Virgil minded, oh no, he was in bliss watching his love press his chest to the ground and hips up into his thrusts, fisting at the now ruined cloak they'd been fucking over in near-mindless pleasure.

Occasionally Virgil would slow into deep heady thrusts, pressing as deeply as he could to practically breed the back of his cunt to make Janus mewl, other times he would speed up his thrusts and thumb roughly at Jan's little cock till the poor thing was screaming with pleasure. 

One minute melded into the next, one hour feeling like three and three hours feeling like one. 

Not that Janus was even currently capable of being aware of time, oh no. Virgil's commanding hold over Janus created a heady mind fog like nothing else Jan's ever experienced, making him utterly pliant to Virgil's wishes and following commands. 

Better yet, Virgil makes one single more command soon after the first to really drive home the 'pleasured to incoherently' goal:

"When I cum inside you, Janus, it will feel like liquid pleasure. As long as my cum is inside of you, you will feel pure pleasure from it."

Combined with the relentless accumulative and constant pleasure of being on orgasms edge for literally hours on end, there's little to no room for any thought that's not centered around the hard cock pounding his cunt, the cum that fills him, and the deep warm voice praising him for taking it all so well. 

When hours have passed, and Virgil has completely sated his need to pleasure his love to incoherency, when he's filled Janus's cunt over and over with so much cum that his love's poor twitching cunt and thighs are dripping with it and pooling onto the floor under him, does Virgil finally, finally give the command to "Cum for me, Janus."

And he gets to watch Janus's eyes roll and his body jolt as his orgasm finally crashes down around him. It lasts at least a few minutes, Janus silently screaming with pleasure as his body rides out the hours long orgasm denial.

 Pulse after dizzying pulse disorients him, as if every orgasm he would have had had lined up to be individually processed(probably Virgil's magical doing, if he's being honest), one after the other with no end in sight for the longest time. 

His cunt milks Virgil's cock for all he's got left, pulling one last peak from Virgil that makes Janus jolt and finally break the silence with a strangled mewl.

More cum leaks from Janus's twitching cunt as Virgil finally pulls out, taking a long moment to gaze at the mess he's made of his thoroughly wrecked lover. 

Yes, they'd absolutely have to do this again sometime, and hopefully soon.

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Bc u wanted to be tagged: @creative-lampd-liberties

#not safe for sanders #sanders sides smut #nsfs anxceit #nsfs virgil #nsfs janus #minors dni #ask to tag #prince writes

[little-kat07]

Sanders sides ship meeting

Mutishippers: Order, Order! Now, I announce the monthly meeting of sanders sides ships has begun.

Multishippers: Prinxiety may speak.

Loceit: Why do you always have prinxiety speak first?

Demus: I agree, you always baby them.

Multishippers: Prinxiety is the most popular ship tag on AO3, you know how we judge these things.

Logince: What about us? We’re completely underrated!

Moxiety: us too!

Logicality: Oh shush, you’re border lining incest.

Remrom: You called?

Roceit: GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT-

Multishippers: *throws remrom out and slams door* Okay, look. I don’t make the rules, and besides, it doesn’t matter who goes first. You all get the same time slots. Prinxiety, just go.

Prinxiety: Everything has been good with us! Lots more enemies to lovers fics. Superhero and Fantasy AU’s have been in high demand.

Multishippers: Good, good. Logicality?

Logicality: We’ve been getting better fics, but we’re still mostly just a side ship in prinxiety fics.

Loceit: I TOLD YOU, prinxiety is hogging all the attention.

Royality: You have nothing to be sad about, you are still adorable and get plenty of content! It’s not prinxiety’s fault.

Loceit: Oh yeah? Royality, You have almost NO SHIPPERS that ship you SIMPLY FOR THE SHIP. All of your fics are Analogical!

Analogical: Don’t talk to them like that!

Sleepxiety: Hey, uh, what’s going on?

Multishipers: Wh- Sleepxiety??? You haven’t shown up to a meeting in years! 

Sleepxiety: Well i’m here now. I heard people were more into REMILE now?

Remile: Sorry. I’m just really cute I guess. ;)

Analogical: Oh, shut up, you’re only filler for most other fics!

Moceit: Uh, I’m late, sorry-

Loceit: Heyyyyy!

Moceit: Heyyyyy! :D

Remile: Ahem. Only filler? Remember the fic Orange Tea??? INKED FLOWERS???

Anxceit: Inked flowers was a Tattoo artist and Flower shop AU, what did you expect? Remile is literally perfect for that.

Moxiety: So are we!

Loceit: Yall are basically the same ship.

Multishippers: ORDER, ORDER!! Look, we need to cut down on the arguing. You’re wasting your time slots.

Dukexiety: Why are the time slots so small anyway?

Multishippers: The poly ships are meeting up here after this.

Prinxiety: Can you tell Loginceality- or- Whatever Logan x Roman x Patton is called not to sit in my seat? They always leave gum on the underside of the chair.

Intruality: That’s what i’m paying them for.

Intrulogical: oH god.

Moceit: What?

Intrulogical: I’m gonna be sick.

Prinxiety: Were you swallowing chemicals again?

Logicality: What did we tell you about that?

Logince: *something in spanish*

Remile: :0

Intruality: ...what?

Logince: At sunriiise~

Analogical: look, we get that you’re happy Hotvanilla made a sunrise animatic for you but stop singing it! We get it! You’re cute!

Logince: Whoa, slow down there, take me out to dinner first.

Logicality: I’m so confused.

Roceit: I’m still here, you know!

Loceit: You are literally nothing but pain.

Roceit: We’re theater nerds!

Anxceit: You’re smut potential!

Roceit: Oh ho ho YOU can not be taking about SMUT POTENTIAL, ANXCEIT!

Mociet: Okay but we can all agree Demus has the most smut potential?

Demus: What? No!! I can be wholesome!

Remile: T-T

Demus: ...shut up

Multishippers: EVERYONE QUIET!

Multishippers: *sigh* look. I get it. You don’t like each other.

Moceit and Loceit: Except us!

Multishippers: Shhh. 

Multishippers: Just... If any of you have anything note-worthy to say except “we’re doing well,” say it.

...

Multishippers: Then get the fuck out before someone gets hurt.

Prinxiety: Ooh! Someone gets hurt! Musical reference???

Multishipers: Out.

Prinxiety: Okay, okay, jeez-

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Sorry if you didn’t see enough of you ship- This is only supposed to be funny, not offensive. all the ships are awesome and cool in their own way! I’m not sure this is accurate but I tried my best sorry-

#sanders sides #tss #i'm gonna get killed #i'm so sorry #incorrect sanders sides quotes #incorrect sander sides #incorrect tss quotes #incorrect tss

[really-awkward-pics-of-janus]

i wrote gratutitous anxceit/dukeceit smut for 8 hours today so please do not percieve me

#not an awkward pic