#will this turn into a revenge fic by the time im done with it?
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Neil in my fic: I feel nothing.
Also Neil:
"Nathaniel quietly wished to redecorate the curb with Riko's brain matter."
"-to which he would contemplate killing himself, killing them, or doing both."
"'Thank you,' Nathaniel said, but he felt a very distant urge to bash [redacted]'s head into the glass until it was smeared red."
"If Nathaniel could personally wrap his fingers around Grayson's throat and squeeze the life from his eyes, he would."
#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#neil josten#fanfic#hes fuming under all that dissociation#will this turn into a revenge fic by the time im done with it?#maybbeeeeeeeeeee#raven neil#that last one was added as i edited my already written chapters#and yes#it was personal#CTWOTC
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doll.
summary: you had finally convinced Tom to take you to the Restricted Section. however, the outcome might not be something you had originally planned.
pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader
warning: 18+ smut, cockwarming, oral (m receiving), throatfucking, gagging, mentions of nausea (no actual vomiting), slight choking, orgasm denial? ignoring?? I think that’s all, if I missed anything, let me know!
wc: 3.3k
a/n: listen. listen. this man has been in my head for the last month, and recently he decided to come into my dream? that’s just rude, so that’s what you get as revenge. this fic is also a result of my pent up frustration at life rn, so do with that what you will. also, this is my first time ever writing smut and writing for tom, so pls let me know if it’s any good and if I shall continue on the path. enjoy <3
You had finally done it.
You had finally convinced Tom to take you to the Restricted Section with him. After the whole month of begging almost every day, he agreed, albeit awfully begrudgingly, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. He told you some stuff about his late-night visits to the library from time to time, but you were always burning for more information, considering your own striving for knowledge. He always said the same thing, that he appreciated your effort, but if you could stop trying to make him abuse his Prefect’s power and possibly lose himself the position, it would make both of your lives easier. But you persevered and were finally reaping the rewards, sitting next to him at the table, with a stack of ancient books in front of you, sometime far after midnight.
What you didn’t expect, though, was how absolutely fucking irresistible he would look merely existing. The books were taken out, the first one was flipped through and now they sat on the table, long forgotten, as you just stared at Tom, almost devouring him with your eyes. To be fair, the sight of him was truly divine – his face calm and concentrated, hovering over a particular book he had been studying for the last week, distracted simply to switch to his journal and take another note. His hands resting on the table, holding a quill, scribbling down lines with his exquisite handwriting… They were sinful, those hands. You had to get ahold of at least one. His left hand was in the process of mindlessly caressing the corner of the book with his middle finger when your hand slowly creeped towards it. You lightly brushed your fingertips along the outer part of his hand. No reaction. You started drawing circles along the whole area, skimming along his wrist and thumb. Nothing. You decided to go further and began intertwining your fingers together.
Finally. A sigh.
And he didn’t even look. His hand grabbed yours and put it away, back on the table. And nothing, absolutely nothing changed about the focused expression painted on his face. That was really annoying, but also… hot, in a way? Almost as if he was playing hard to get. You were already aroused just by looking at him, but his silent rejection made you nearly desperate. Your panties were pretty much soaked, and he, quite literally, barely lifted a finger.
Before you could gain control over your hand, it moved dangerously close to his thigh. You put your hand a little above his knee and gradually advanced higher and higher up his leg. Only when you were caressing his inner thigh did you hear another sigh. Tom raised an eyebrow and turned his head a couple centimeters in your direction, his eyes still on the book.
“What?” he asked, the tone of his voice only ever so slightly irritated. His composure remained intact. He wasn’t even fazed by the fact that you were so close to grabbing him through his pants.
“You look so handsome like that, you know?”
You made your best attempt to lace your voice with saccharine seduction. Your hand kept stroking his inner thigh, inching further and further up with each stroke. The only thing he did was thoughtlessly nod, as if he forgot about your existence immediately after asking the question.
You started getting frustrated and even more turned on. You moved your chair closer to his and began caressing his shoulder, brushing your fingers along his neck when they reached it. You slowly moved down to his back and arm, your nails applying some pressure on his body so that he could feel them scratching his skin even through the fabric of his shirt. It had always been one of the rare things to grab his attention, and it worked this time as well. He sighed, closed the book with his finger between the right pages and turned his head to you. His expression was that of mild annoyance, his eyebrow raised again.
“What exactly was the reason you’d been begging me to bring you here? Would you care to remind me?”
You lowered your gaze and your hand on his shoulder stopped, but just for a second. Then you continued, thinking that there was no return at that point and at least you had a chance, now that his attention was on you.
“Knowledge,” you admitted.
“And what kind of knowledge are you trying to soak up right now?”
His eyes flicked towards your hand still massaging his shoulder. You rolled your eyes and shifted in your chair at the mention of the word “soak”. But it was time for drastic measures. You stood up to crouch next to him, so that your mouth was right at the same level as his ear. Your hand moved to his inner thigh again, traveling up to his crotch and back. You felt him harden under your touch and the mere fact brought you immense amounts of satisfaction.
“Come on, Tom, love, we both know what I want right now,” you started whispering, your lips nearly touching his ear. “You. I want you. On the table, on the floor, against the wall, it literally doesn’t matter. If you don’t take me right here, right now, I will die.”
The look on his face didn’t change in the slightest when he grabbed your throat with his right hand and guided you from his left to his front, tightly squeezed between him and the desk. You stayed in your half-crouched position, trying your hardest not to tremble in the knees. The corner of Tom’s mouth lifted ever so slightly while he silently studied your face and body. His grip on your throat tightened when he lifted up his hand, causing you to straighten your half-bent legs. He shot a commanding look at his lap and, guided by his hand, you climbed there, sitting down and sighing as you could finally relax your already aching knees. But your state of relaxation didn’t last, as he abruptly spread his legs, causing yours to shoot open as well and your ass to be left hanging in the air. In order not to fall to the ground, you had to lean back on the desk, propping your front upwards, towards him.
His hand moved from your throat to the hem of your skirt. With quick and methodic movements Tom rolled it up, tucking it behind the top part of the skirt, and spread your thighs even further with a firm press of his thumbs. You felt a heatwave of embarrassment wash over you as he evaluated the state of your panties, an amused smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. A spot of wetness was wonderfully visible and on display. His eyebrow went up and down as he looked up at you, brushing his thumb in a feather-like touch along the still covered surface of your cunt. You threw your head back, partly because you didn’t want to meet his eyes, partly because your own eyes rolled to the point you couldn’t see in front of you and you could barely hold in a moan as myriads of goosebumps spread throughout your body just from this simple touch.
“Look at me.”
Tom clearly didn’t appreciate the lack of eye contact. You clenched your jaw and looked back, met by the sheer intensity of his stare. The stare that had all the power in the world to melt you into a puddle at any given moment. He brushed his other thumb over the same place again, watching your face carefully as you tried to keep your composure. Didn’t help. Your bit your bottom lip, but a sound escaped you nonetheless. Tom’s smirk widened.
“Let’s see,” he quietly muttered, pulling your panties to the side. Your cunt was already slicked and throbbing, which was even more embarrassing, because he looked like he was an inspector evaluating the goods. The smirk faded from his lips as his finger rubbed against your folds, barely spreading them apart and not reaching the clit to provide the much-needed sensation. You couldn’t help throwing your head back again, almost drawing blood from the pressure of your teeth against your bottom lip.
“I said. Look. At. Me.”
Tom uttered every word in a clear, emotionless voice, but it was the very thing that meant trouble. You looked back and the intensity of his stare only grew exponentially. He reached your face with his hand and grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and index finger, squeezing them, so that your lips formed into some sort of a pout.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Keep looking until I say you can stop.”
You quickly nodded, intimidated by his frigid dominance. His hand went back to your cunt. He slid his fingers deeper between the folds, lightly brushing against the clit. Your hips jerked up as they tried to follow the path of his fingers, but his other hand held you firmly in place, not allowing a single extra bit of pleasure. He slid them back once more and then the middle one slipped inside you, up to the very base. A jolt of pleasure shook your body, as strong as the feeling of disappointment when he quickly removed the digit. You tried to whine but another look from him quickly shut you up. Tom raised his hand, rubbed his index, middle finger and thumb together and then separated; a sticky string of your wetness was a connection between them and a blatant manifestation of your arousal.
“Soaked. Just like I thought.”
The slightest hint of a smirk returned to his lips as his fingers reached your mouth.
“Open.”
Each of his words was stern, not leaving room for any disobedience. You opened your mouth and Tom pushed two fingers inside, pressing at the entrance of your throat and instantly making you gag. He kept his fingers there for a moment while you clutched the desk behind you to stop your body from shaking as you kept gagging, but not daring to push his hand away. A couple seconds later, when he saw you were on the verge of giving up, his fingers slowly traveled back out of your mouth. You tightly wrapped your lips around them and sucked your slick off, knowing that it was exactly what he wanted you to do. After leaving your mouth his fingers cupped your chin, as his thumb glided over your lips, covering them with the rest of your wetness.
“Now,” Tom leaned back on the chair, looking you up and down, his voice suddenly smooth and enticing, but his gaze still intense, “I see you are rather bored here with me, doll.”
When he said the word, you knew that the next part wouldn’t be so much for your pleasure as it would be completely for his. It wasn’t a meaningless pet-name for him, no, it held value. It meant that you would be treated exactly like a doll: mindless and limp. He saw your eyes widen at “doll” and a faint smirk was on his lips again: he was aware of the connotation and so were you.
“And to save you the trouble of a wandering mind, I am pleased to announce that I have a much better use for a doll like you.”
He waited to continue for a minute, letting you absorb the information and your thoughts fill with speculations. His hand brushed a stray hair from your forehead, him seeming just like a caring boyfriend for a moment.
“Kneel.”
You slowly stood up from his lap, feeling your stretched out limbs relax and almost fail to hold you up, and lowered down to your knees in front of him. From this point of view, he was even more attractive, compellingly so; it was worth it standing on your knees on the cold stone floor of the Restricted Section just for this sight alone. He slowly started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, almost as if he wanted you to enjoy the show. You drank up every single movement of his slender fingers as he pulled down his pants and underwear just enough for his cock to bounce right out, against his lower abdomen.
“You like what you see, doll?”
You fervently nodded, your mouth salivating just at the thought of being able to suck him off right then. He saw the fire in your eyes and scoffed, shaking his head.
“It is no ordinary pleasure that I want from you now, doll.”
He beckoned you to move closer and you eagerly did, your face just mere centimeters away from his length. Your breath quickened as you thought about the implication of “no ordinary pleasure”.
“Now, give me your hands, doll.”
You lifted your hands and he wrapped his belt around them, tightening it to the point when it started to hurt and you knew it would leave deep marks on your wrists. Then, you tried to position yourself in a way that would allow your hands to support you, but you could only reach the floor with your fingertips.
Tom ran his fingers through your hair, in a touch almost gentle and soothing, and then suddenly yanked you up and forward, straight onto his cock, thrusting his whole length into your mouth, the tip reaching the very back of your throat. You lifted on your knees and violently gagged at the feeling, your hands inadvertently flying up, trying to push back, but the belt didn’t let you make any substantial impact. He held you firmly in place while you kept quivering and making gagging sounds, him clearly enjoying seeing you in this state. Slowly, you adjusted to his cock filling your whole mouth and your body went weak as you lowered back down, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You tried to look up with just your eyes, not being able to move your head; it hurt too much, so you lowered your gaze, the only thing in front of you being his lower abdomen. As you tried to shift in your place, you felt a whiff of the chilly library air against your soaked panties and the sensation drove you nearly through the roof.
“Now, doll, you have to stay like that while I keep going with my work. A fair warning out of the goodness of my heart: it might take a while.”
You blinked, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that this could continue for another hour or two. Your head was held back by the edge of the desk cutting into your nape, so you weren’t able to move at all. You were completely at his mercy, he could do literally whatever he wanted, but he chose not to do anything. As soon as he let go of your hair, he went straight back to his book, taking notes as if nothing had happened.
Time went by painfully slowly. The constant feeling of him in your mouth and throat overwhelmed you to the point when you started to twitch at times, shifting your weight to get any semblance of friction against your aching core. The position you were in didn’t allow that at all, your head being stuck firmly between the desk and his body. The most irritating thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that Tom ignored you completely, fully absorbed in whatever kind of studying he was doing. You tried to get his attention a couple of times by producing incoherent sounds and trying to tighten your lips around him, but you quickly understood that there was no use. You tried counting seconds and minutes, but your mind gave up when you reached fifteen. The only things you could think about were his cock and getting something, any type of pressure on your clit. Your wetness soaked through your panties and, you were pretty sure, was dripping down your thighs, creating a small puddle on the floor underneath you.
You didn’t know how much time had passed before you finally heard the book shut. You almost shuddered at the sound, your pupils dilating and your breath accelerating, probably close to the speed of light. Tom leaned on the back of the chair, looking down at you with one of his smirks of the devil himself. His hand ruffled your hair, pulling at it to slightly lift your head up and shove it back down, as if he was trying to gauge if you were still alive. At the sound of your muffled groan he raised his eyebrows, amused.
“The doll has some life left in her. What a pleasant surprise. You look perfectly splendid like that.”
You groaned again, the sound coming from somewhere inside your chest. You desperately wanted to look up, but your head was still pressed in its place. Tom scoffed, messing with your hair once again.
“The time has come for some more… customary activities of ours, don’t you think?”
As if you could answer. You tried to nod, but the edge of the desk only further cut into your nape, making you wince in pain.
“The doll seems to agree. Pleasure.”
He moved the chair a bit further from the desk. With more space you could finally properly breath, so you shifted in your place, your stiff legs aching as you had to follow the movement of the chair. Tom’s hand gripped your hair and pulled you upwards, releasing almost the entirety of his length from your mouth apart from the tip. The sudden emptiness made your throat clench and you felt nausea building up rapidly, although the feeling had no time to develop as you were quickly shoved down again, your nose nearly crashing against his body. Tears gathered in your eyes sprayed all over, your lips stretched even more than they already were and you prayed the corners of your mouth wouldn’t crack. The tension building up in your core was begging to be released as you were being thrusted up and down again and again, the tip of his cock stroking the back of your throat again and again, causing you to produce the most sinful gagging sounds known to man. You tried to balance on your tied up hands, but your fingertips just barely brushed against the floor as your whole body moved in unison with your head. Tom barely made any sound, a heavy breath occasionally escaping his lips. He threw his head back, his eyes closed, while you took him whole at the mercy of his hand.
At last, you felt his thrusts speeding up, sensing his release. After a couple of especially violent ones he let out a quiet groan, and you felt his hot semen filling you up and spilling down your throat as he pressed you all the way down. Your breaths were heavy but barely audible, his cock still stuffing your mouth to the brim. Tom heaved a deep sigh as you felt his grip on your hair loosening. You didn’t dare to move until he pulled you up, lifting your head with his finger on your chin, looking straight into your eyes. Your vision was blurry from tears, more of them running down your face and dripping down to the floor as they slid off your jawline. Your lips were swollen and you couldn’t properly close your mouth yet, panting in quick and dry breaths. Tom smirked, taking in the sight of your utter destruction.
“A broken doll. Truly a sight to behold.”
He leaned back on the chair again, pulling up his underwear and zipping the pants. Then, he bent down, taking your hands gently in his and undoing the belt. His fingers made their way across the deep red marks on your wrists, caressing them with utmost attention.
“You have been a very good doll for me tonight. Now, what do you say to spending the night in my dorm? The doll has to receive her rightful reward.”
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#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x fem!reader#tom riddle x you#tom riddle x y/n#tom riddle fanfiction#tom riddle imagine#tom riddle smut#harry potter fanfiction
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Hi! I hope you feel better soon. May I please request a fic for Mikey when the girl he's in love with is turned into a vampire, but she refuses to drink blood to the point where she almost died, but he cuts his hand open and orders her to drink his blood to get better? Please take care of yourself ❤️
Wanna die as a human
Prompts: DAY 16 - immortality @febuwhump
Characters: Mikey x reader
Fandom: Tokyo revengers
Summary: Y/n doesn’t want to become a vampire
A/n for this fic: It’s been really very long time but I was keeping this for the prompts. Im sorry for being too late but I hope you like it 🥺💜
A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: mention of blood, vampires, death and killing
Mikey didn't know how many times he called the young girl. But now his patience was done. He parked his motorcycle and started pounding on the young girl's door.
“Y/n! Are you there ?"
He was worried. He was quite worried. He couldn't reach her since yesterday. But her phone location showed she was at home
“Y/n! I'm breaking the door!”
The young boy stepped back a little and pushed the door hard. His shoulder hurt, but the door was broken. He quickly entered and began to tour the rooms. At the same time, he was calling out to her.
“Y/n!”
There was one last room left. The door was closed. He knocked on the door several times, but when there was no sound, he opened the door. And he looked at her in shock at what he saw.
“Y/n?”
The young girl had handcuffed one of her hands to the radiator. And she looked pretty exhausted. Mikey didn't understand what was happening. He quickly ran to her.
"What happened ? Who did this ?"
Mikey knelt down and took the young girl's hand. But at that moment the young girl opened her eyes and pulled her hand away harshly.
"Go away!"
Mikey looked at the young girl's face in surprise. He didn't understand.
“Baby, what's going on? Who did this?"
Y/n shook her head slowly.
“I beg you, go away. You're making everything harder."
“Y/n?-“
“I did it, Mikey. Damn. I tied the handcuffs. Because I don't want to hurt anyone."
Mikey couldn't understand what was happening. But he was sure y/n wasn't okay
“Now I will untie them and take you to the hospital. You're not okay."
Y/n nodded quickly.
“Mikey… I'm about to die.”
"What?!" y/n sighed as the young boy shouted in surprise.
“A vampire… A vampire attacked me and now I'm about to become a vampire. As long as I don't drink human blood, I'm safe, so please leave. I want to die as a human.”
Mikey stared at his girlfriend in surprise for a few seconds. He didn't want to believe this was real. But he didn't care. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't let her go.
“I… I can't allow this.”
The young girl shook her head.
“You have to. If you love me-"
"I love you very much. That's why I can't.”
Mikey cried. Y/n knew it was hard for her too. So she bowed her head. She couldn't say anything.
They stood in silence for a few seconds. Y/n was waiting for him to agree, but that wasn't going to happen. Her eyes opened wide when she smelled the intense blood in the room. When she looked up and saw her boyfriend extending his hand, she looked at him with fear.
“Are you lost your mind ?! I can kill you! Get out of here quickly!”
Mikey smiled and let the blood from his cut hand drip to the ground.
“I know you won't kill me. That's why I can't let you die either, my love.”
Y/n looked helplessly at the young boy. But as his hand came closer, it was very difficult to resist. When his hand touched her lips, her sharp teeth unintentionally became apparent and she began to drink her boyfriend's blood.
Mikey smiled, gently caressed her hair and whispered
“I will never let you go y/n. Our love will be immortal”
#febuwhumpday16#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#tokyo revengers fic#tokyo revengers mikey#mikey x you#mikey x reader#mikey tokyo revengers#mikey x y/n#manjiro sano x reader#manjiro sano#sano manjiro
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hey so i really liked your revenge and teasings story and wanted to ask if you could do a part 2 on that. Like when enel finally gets his karma etc
Revenge and policing ( ASL x sister!reader)
A/N Yall this is not a cook, I don’t like it but I had to answer I would delete it within the hour but Lee would have my head if I put a timer on a fic ever again, Im sorry yall, I will do better for you guys
Part 1 y’all listen I COOKED in part one so go check it out
Dividers by @/saradika
The Brothers had wasted no time planning a way to bring Enel his come-upping, as they now found themselves in the park going over the plan once again
Reader Leans against Ace as he tries his best to put a microphoned belt on her from the awkward position
Ace is struggling to put the belt on her, trying his best to get her to stop leaning on him
“You’re making this so much harder,” he grunts
“Im scared,” she mutters
"I know you are, but this is important, okay?" Sabo whispers giving her a quick kiss on the Temple
"Once the belt is on, you just have to make sure Enel confessed to what he did," Zoro, a friend of Luffy from the police force, explained
“That should be easy; he always gloats about it.”
Ace nods in agreement; they were sure to get the confession
"All we have to do is stay calm," he whispers to her
Ace finally manages to secure the belt to her hip and pulls her into his body, rubbing her back to reassure her that everything will turn out fine.
“That applies to you guys. Please don’t jump on the guy, even after we get him. I will not have you guys thrown in jail because of that bastard.”
Luffy and Ace exchange a look as Ace replies,
"No promises."
"Don't worry, we won't; we just want to make him confess his crimes in a normal manner first," Sabo adds
She sighs, knowing that was as close as she would get to a comprise
“Okay, it’s almost two… I think it’s time you guys head out; he should be here any minute.”
“We’ll be in the car, okay? If something happens, we are but a few minutes away,” Sabo says, gently holding her hand as he tells her
She nods, smiling at him as they walk away
Reader waits by the tree near the entrance to the park, waiting for Enel to arrive, the cold wind of winter was already making her shiver a little
Her shivers increase as the man of the hour slowly approaches her
She feels her heartbeat rise as he neared her, doing her best to avoid his gaze and stand as strong and straight as possible to prevent him from picking out how truly nervous she actually was.
“Finally showed your face? you ran away yesterday you damn bitch; you dare run away from your me?”
“I -I’m sorry you told me you didn’t want me there…”
He just laughed at her excuse
“Don’t you dare tell me bullshit like that. I expect you to stay beside me like a good little follower.”
He continues walking towards her
“Besides, I wasn’t done talking to you yet before you cowardly left.”
“You hit me…again”
He just smirks as he reaches her
“And I will do it again; maybe this time I won’t stop until I break every bone in your pathetic little body,” he said, smirking and raising his hand to hit her
She closes her eyes, waiting for the hit, only for her to hear a scream of pain coming from Enel instead and a familiar warmth on her face
She opens her eyes seeing a wall of fire in front of her, quickly recognizing the wall of fire from Ace’s and Sabo’s Mera-Mera fruit
Enel is stunned; Ace is standing in front of her, with Sabo being right behind him with a cold smile on his face.
“Do not touch a single strand of her hair again,” Ace says sternly
“Or what he growls, you can’t touch a hair on me, lest you want that school of yours to pay the price; you think they will believe a bunch of nobodies over me?”
“Are you okay, Reader?” Luffy asks, glancing at her slightly behind his brothers
“Im okay,” she said, taking off her belt
“Hey Enel”
Enel eyes narrow as he tries to calm his raging fury
“What?… What the hell do you want now?”
“Maybe they won’t believe some ‘nobodies,’ but maybe they will believe you,” she said, showing him the hidden mic with a grin
“you fucking bitch… he mutters, his electricity sparking” only to pause at the feel of something touching his head
“Enel, you are under arrest for battery and domestic abuse,” Zoro growls
Once he heard what Zoro said, he burst into laughter
“You have no evidence!”
“I witnessed everything, including you trying to hit her, and she has audio proof of your abuse,” Zoro snaps back, cuffing the self-proclaimed God
“You little who-
His words are quickly interrupted as the oldest of the brothers delivers a swift punch to his face
“Shut up, you’re done for, asshole,” Ace growls
“Hey, he just assaulted me. Are you not going to do anything?! I want to press charges,” Enel screams, glaring at Zoro
“I didn’t see anything,” he says with a smirk, pulling him along to the police car and saying his goodbyes to Luffy on the way
“It’s over…” Reader mutters, letting out a sigh of relief as she throws herself on one of the park’s benches
“you guys actually pulled it off.”
"Yeah, we did," Luffy replies happily with a proud grin
"Enel won't be causing trouble for you anymore, not when he's in jail," Ace adds with a smirk
"Are you sure you're alright?" Sabo asks, concerned, as he joins them
"You're shivering.”
She sniffles, tears flowing down her cheeks
“hah?? Reader?!” Sabo fusses confused
“ I love you guys so much,” she says, pulling them into a hug
“We love you too, baby sis,” Ace replies, hugging back tightly
“You’re family; we’ll do anything for you,” Sabo comments as he joins in the hug with Ace
“We’re happy we were able to help; we only wish we could have done it sooner,” comments Luffy
“No..you were just in time.”
Im sorry y’all, but look forward to more Rayleigh and shakky action, got a request for them, anyone has any suggestions in what the fic could be about?
#one piece x reader#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece fluff#asl x sister!reader#asl trio#asl brothers
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masky x alex x hoodie revenge beating turned sexual w/ repressed Alex sounds like the best idea in the world!! Though I would just love the opportunity to beat that lil twink as well! I was hoping you would talk about how it turns sexual? THE VERTICAL 69 AS WELL?? THIS BLOG HAS MY WHOLE HEART!! Thank you bb
- Twink beater Anon 🎉
GETTING CALLED CUTIE AND BABY IN MY INBOX ON THE SAME DAY??( IM GONNA PASS OUT /pos
okay so if you haven’t you should read this post to get an idea of the gist of this fic or else idk how much sense this is gonna make
basically masky and hoodie sort of start to get bored of beating on alex after a while, and alex is starting to not be nearly as reactive, especially since he’s dizzy and lightheaded from blood loss. he’s just sort of groaning through his gag, trying to stay conscious despite the pathetic state he’s in.
masky and hoodie share a look. someone has an idea, they’re not sure which one thought it first, but now they’re thinking.
alex was always repressed. there were rumors in high school once he was getting close with a football player in his calculus class, and he nearly lost it on brian for jokingly bringing it up, spouting every homophobic thing he could think of. he wasn’t aware at the time that brian and tim were dating. no one was
even after high school alex would say things now and then that seemed shockingly hateful, even if just for a moment, but a bit of alcohol or weed in his system would make him admit things he’d vehemently deny the next day.
what’s the only thing better than breaking alex’s body?
breaking his spirit.
so of course they’re going to take his dignity by turning him into the thing he’d hate most:
a dirty, cock-loving faggot
and when they’re done they’ll leave him in the woods with cum leaking down his chin and thighs, and he’ll wake up in the morning to birds chirping and an unbearable ache in his throat and back.
and the worst part is he’ll like it.
now vertical 69 actually has more to it than when i first wrote it down
reader gets caught in an overzealous rope snare trap set by toby (or another character, not super sure yet) that wraps around their ankle and hoists them into the air. fortunately toby finds them only about 10 minutes later, and after he’s had his laugh he decides to let them go.
the problem? he’s not very good at setting traps, and he’s rigged it to go way too high. so, when he goes to untie reader’s ankle, their face is directly in his groin.
and reader’s a slut as usual, so hey, why not get a bit of revenge with some playful licks through his jeans? and toby takes to it better that they ever expected. of course he has to return the favor before freeing his captive…
#i’ve got mail!#twink beater anon#tw homophobia#tw dubcon#tw noncon#creepypasta#fic idea#fic ideas#marble hornets#ticci toby x reader#ticci toby#ticci toby smut#creepypasta smut#brim marble hornets#brim mh#alex kralie#tim wright#masky#brian thomas#timlex mh#brilex mh
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Alright, you have answered me again (SY gets two daemons sounds extremely interesting! The "what the fuck happened to Shen Qingqiu" Peak Lord meeting in this AU is going to have some shit to talk about, huh!) so now I'm moving on to the next in my list of WIPs I'm really super curious about - Scooby Gang Juniors? Juniors fics are so fun what shenanigans are they getting into?
auw im literally dead u r so kind ( ;´ - `;)♡
scooby gang juniors, actual title some 'Never Love An Anchor' lyrics bc thats the theme song of this fic, is actually the first longfic i ever started writing! it has also been a WIP for mmm. four years or so. i started writing it right after watching the untamed for the first time in 2019 lmao, but never finished it because at that point id never written ANYTHING as long as it was gearing up to be (the outline is 20k). i hope to finally finish it and post it some time soon, probs after WINR and the ZZL&YQY fics are done. its probs some of my fav writing ive ever done but never shared with anyone haha
summary: Wei Wuxian may have drafted a ritual for willingly bringing someone back from the dead somewhere in his madness in the caves of the Burial Mounds, but if he did it was never found. In the absence of a convenient literal ghost from the past to help exact his revenge, Nie Huaisang turns to the next best thing: his old friend's son.
Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui finds a man buried deep underground with soft, familiar eyes.
[Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen, and Wen Ning go on a life changing field trip, dodge their worried parents, and dig up some corpses, in approximately that order.]
“When I realized how deeply affected by the Yiling Patriarch Hanguang-Jun was, I began to realize where this slip in righteousness had come from. You see, while I and the rest of the cultivation world believed that Lan Wangji had been in secluded cultivation for three years to move to a new level in his cultivation, or because he had been wounded fighting the Yiling Patriarch, the truth is much the opposite. Hanguang-Jun was in seclusion as punishment, for siding with the Yiling Patriarch at the Siege of the Burial Mounds. All along, these famed enemies had secretly been allied.”
Jin Guangyao shook his head, expression deeply sympathetic even as the cultivators of the room began to turn to Hanguang-Jun. Hands went to swords, only remaining undrawn due to the thick tension in the room that had yet to break. Hanguang-Jun stood immovable through it all, flawless as jade and cold as ice.
“I believe the Yiling Patriarch must have altered his mind, and had been using his demonic arts to corrupt him as far back as the Sunshot campaign. Now, with the feared patriarch dead, it seems this would no longer be such an issue. But Wei Wuxian left one final plan even after his death, a fail-safe to bring ruin to the cultivation world once again even when he was long gone, and he entrusted that plan to Hanguang-Jun before his death.”
At last, his eyes met Sizhui’s again. Sizhui’s mouth tasted electric, the buzz of the room crashing into him in waves even as it narrowed just to himself, his uncle at his back, his father, and the man before him. He inhaled through his nose and straightened, perfect Lan posture and the ribbon on his forehead proudly on display. He narrowed his eyes back at Jin Guanyao and did not drop his gaze. Jin Guangyao smiled, a flicker of amusement, before he regained his expression of earnest concern to address the crowd.
“I found proof in the records of the Wen work camps, and writings recovered from the Nightless City. You see, Lan Sizhui, ward of Hanguang-Jun and First Disciple of Gusu Lan, was neither a war orphan nor a poorly concealed bastard, but instead a child smuggled out of the Burial Mounds before the siege.”
Jin Guangyao swept a sleeve over Sizhui’s group.
“Honored cultivators, I stand before you to reveal the surviving heir of the Qishan Wen Sect. Called Lan Sizhui but born Wen Yuan, the son of Wen Xu and his first concubine. Cousin of the Ghost General, and former ward of the Yiling Patriarch, already beginning the work of reviving the Wen and overwhelming the righteous sects with demonic cultivators.”
In the chaos, only one voice cut so bitingly through the noise. Calm and cold and sure, Sizhui latched onto it with all his heart. Anything to avoid looking behind him, at the friends he had lied to.
“So you admit it.” Said Hanguang-Jun, unmoving from his spot amidst the Lan. Jin Guangyao blinked wide eyes at him.
“I’m sorry?”
Hanguang-Jun stepped forward. Even with his name being almost literally dragged through the mud, cultivators still parted around him with automatic deference.
“You admit you knew children were being tortured, in your work camps.”
#this fic is so special in my heart <3#mdzs#cql#mo dao zu shi#the untamed#lan wangji#lan sizhui#jin guangyao#wen ning#excerpt is from the big parlor scene near the end LMAO i have a lot more of the lategame written than the beginning#it was gonna be called 'a secret i keep tucked inside my chest' but thats just soooo good for a hanahaki-esque fic i have that now idk#mdzs fanfic#lsz#lwj#AKA wei wuxian's turn on the 'haunting the narrative' fic#burywrites.pdf#buryspeaks.mp3#my fics#my writing#scooby gang juniors#they solve mysteries you see
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The Love You Want: III, Part Eight
so uh yeah… smut warning. first time ever writing smut im so sorry and also i feel like the second smut scene is better than the first but Moonshard gave me an idea and i ran with it. sorry if its unrealistic too, im a single, virgin cisgender woman sorryyyyy
word count: 15.5k
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Things do not seem to change much after that night. Vessel feels as though he is walking on eggshells around the other vessels, trying to be so careful about asking for too much affection even if he craves it like oxygen. III has been relentless in his affections, though. Asking at all hours of the day for kisses that steal Vessel's breath and leave him aching for more. Vessel finds II and III in the kitchen making breakfast in the mornings as III hangs off II's back, arms wrapped around his waist and aches for that same closeness. His empty chest aches when III coaxes II into a short dance that II tries to shy away from, stumbling awkwardly as III hums along to the radio he brought down from their room. III's boisterous laughter and encouragement to have some fun with them, even as II complains about the food beginning to burn is endearing and Vessel feels like an outsider, lingering at the kitchen door trying his hardest not to be noticed.
He wonders what would have happened if he'd had the courage to join them.
II and III have picked up a brand new routine of giving each other, and then Vessel, in no particular order, kisses when they wake in the morning. None of them have seemed to sleep in their own rooms since they officially started dating, which wasn't too far off from the way things were before. He aches for the way those two cuddle close at night or just lazing about, II's head on III's chest or the other way around, unafraid to be that vulnerable with someone else.
Vessel is happy when II and III ask to kiss him. So, so happy. He never refuses, always eagerly agrees. He wants to soak in every ounce of affection they'll give him like a sponge. Vessel knows he will never tire of it, needs to take in all of it he can while they still wish to give it.
Just a few days after Vessel got revenge for III, he sits on his piano bench, writing down chord changes as he works on a song with his guitar. Already, he has a few ideas for lyrics inspired by a certain bassist, though Vessel isn't sure the song will ever see the light of day. It's no where near completed, merely a base melody and a couple lyric lines he needs to work off of. A knock on the doorframe startles him from his concentration, and lo' and behold, one of the objects of his desire stands at the door with a smile.
"Hey, Sugar, y'wanna head out to see my garden? I started it the day you were... gone. I was thinking we could go on a walk after, see if Two wants to join?"
There's a nervous flush to III's cheeks that Vessel doesn't usually see. Vessel nods, already beginning to put his guitar away. III lights up, smile growing wider as he practically vibrates in place, trying to keep still to not make Vessel too nervous. III meets Vessel halfway to the door, eagerly offering up their hand that Vessel takes with a smile, swinging their hands between them gently as III practically pulls Vessel towards the living room.
II lays on the couch playing on his phone, tired eyes watching the screen with a furrow between his brow as he scrolls through something with utmost concentration. "Doll, did you wanna go on a walk with Vessel and I after I get done showing him the garden?"
"Are you asking me out on your date with Ves?" II inquires curiously, turning away from his screen, and Vessel startles a little, faltering behind III.
"Yes! I don't really want to go outside of Sleep's realm yet so this is all I've come up with." III grins, nodding along with II's words.
Vessel splutters, eyes a little wide, not realizing that this is what III was aiming for. They were asking him on a date? Vessel didn't realize, didn't even think-
Feeling Vessel's surprise over the bond, III turns his sheepish smile on to Vessel, as they nervously run a hand through their hair. "I thought you realized. My bad, Sugar. I would like to take you out on a date, if that's alright?"
Vessel is nodding before he can think better of it, and III grins, bringing Vessel's hand up to plant a kiss over his knuckles. "Still not talking much, sweetheart?" II asks, watching the both of them fondly.
"Voice..." Vessel's voice peters out as he continues, clearing his throat, "Does not want to work sometimes, still. I apologize."
"Don't apologize, pretty. Its not your fault. You're doing so well." III refutes, pressing another kiss to Vessel's knuckles.
III enjoys the way Vessel's face goes pink at the term, at the praise. He hates how easy it is, just a little bit of affection goes so far with him, and yet he loves it at the same time.
Who made him like this?
What tragedy led Vessel to becoming entangled with Sleep in the first place?
And is there a way Sleep can give III the chance to snap their necks after kicking their teeth in?
"I might join you later. I've been trying to figure out where we are in the country now, and if there are any small places we can play at." II says, shaking his phone a little for emphasis.
"Do you think we're ready to play a show?" III asks, curious.
Even as II says that he thinks they are, as they have at least three songs they can play, and III fits with them so naturally and is well on his way to perfecting his parts, Vessel wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"Will you be able to sing, sweetheart?"
Vessel nods slowly, even if he isn't sure himself. "Mask- helps."
"Have you heard him sing much, Three?" II asks, suddenly not quite sure.
"A little. His voice has been failing him a lot, whenever we practice so I'm not sure I've heard him clearly. We'll be keeping our masks on, right? I've never seen Vessel sing without his."
"Can't without it." Vessel says, feeling ashamed of his cowardice.
"That's alright. It's better we all wear the masks anyway. Anonymity seems to be the best choice for us, with our Sleep given features and all." II is quick to reassure, not liking the self-deprecation in Vessel's tone.
III is putting a little braid in his hair as they all talk, cursing when they realize they lost their rubber band. Vessel taps their shoulder, handing them one of the rubber bands he keeps in his pockets just for a situation like this. III smiles, thanking him with a peck on the cheek as he ties the braid off.
"Will you be playing the guitar, Ves, or will we need to find a guitarist?" III asks curiously.
"We'll need to find one." He replies hesitantly, and there is a strange lilt to his tone that does not go unnoticed by the others.
Vessel does not want to find a guitarist, but knows he cannot play the instrument on stage. It will be hard enough to get himself to sing, let alone do so and play an instrument. In his soul, he knows that the position is meant to be filled by the fourth vessel. It is not something to be given freely to anyone, no matter if they're good at the instrument or what they're looking for. Sleep has made no mention of a fourth yet, so they are left to find a stand in. Vessel has no reason to refuse the other two when he knows they need someone else until their Fourth comes to join them.
"Alright, we'll get to that later, as well as picking a name for the band. Oh, Three, before you go, I think we can take the bandage off your palm now, and I need to check your fingers." II says as III takes Vessel's hand again and starts to turn around to leave.
III agrees easily, apologizing to Vessel for making him wait. "Take... care of yourself." Vessel manages before grimacing, bringing out his phone to type on.
'You insist I take care of my wounds, I insist you take care of yours. I can wait.'
II has III sit on the couch as he places a bookmark in his book and grabs a small first aid kit from one of the many bookcases, smiling affectionately at the little labels III had done on the wooden furniture.
II unwraps the bandages with care, trying to make sure he doesn't pull scabbing away in case there is any. There is a thin, nearly invisible scar that blends in with the lines of III's hand, striking right through the red question mark where it is only slightly more noticeable. Vessel's guilt slides like oil down the bond at the sight of it, tainting the tether binding their souls with his rising self-loathing. "Do not feel guilty for this Vessel." III demands, "I do not regret what I did."
Vessel does not answer, his guilt remains, but he moves to sit close to III, taking care not to touch him. III is the one that reaches out to hold Vessel's hand without a thought, seeking the comfort and the familiar chill of Vessel's hand in theirs. II moves on to III's fingers next, taking off the bandages and redoing them after applying a bit of burn cream. The redness of the skin and the little blister at the tips did not look serious, well on their way to being healed already, but Vessel is curious as to how III received them in the first place. He doesn't dare ask.
II kisses each fingertip as he smiles, "You're done, sweetheart. Now, Ves, what about your fingers?"
Vessel's own fingers still bear the bandages around the distal phalanges like III's, from where he'd ripped and split the skin around his cuticles in his anxiety a few days prior. They'd bled too much for II's liking and insisted Vessel let him bandage them.
III is the one who did it, though. They insisted, profusely, with shaking hands and a terrified face. Vessel felt absolutely horrible the entire time, as II held a hand on his thigh for comfort just as he was doing to III. III's leg had morphed in his fright, as thin as spindly as his arm had been, as he looked at Vessel as though he was seeing something else, eyes squeezing shut. The relief that slammed through the bond when they unwrapped the first finger and found that the wounds had healed almost entirely, and there was nothing but faint scabbing left, was immense and immediate. III's hands slowly got less shaky after that, still held tightly to Vessel's long after they finished until the tremble was gone and III's smile turned genuine.
"Go on and enjoy your date, you two. I'll be here if you still want me to join you for the second half."
III leans forward and kisses II shortly, standing and pulling Vessel up with them. "Thanks, Doll, appreciate it. We'll be back soon enough. I expect you to be dressed and ready to go!" III wiggles his pointer finger at II in a premature reprimand, or perhaps a joking threat.
They stop in the foyer so III can put shoes on at the door, and then they're on their way. The sun is bright above them, and Vessel winces at the first bit of sunlight that meets his eyes, blinking to remove the multitude of white spots that swarmed his vision. His outfit is a little unusual for the warm weather, a pair of loose, black, billowing pants with a brown belt to hold it up, his mask attached, and the flowing, victorian-esque shirt III had picked out for him at the thrift store. His feet are bare, and as the roots of the large trees surrounding the manor move away from III's path so he does not trip, Vessel consequently remains safe from the same fate. III walks beside him in a knee-length skirt and a cropped tank top with frilled straps, swinging their hands together as they pull him down the little path they'd made that leads along the side of the house.
The little plot walled in with red brick is unassuming, tiny sprouts already beginning to grow from the soil.
"Did not- help like I was supposed to. Apologies." Vessel says as they come upon it as III grins proudly.
"Its alright, love. It kept me from being too worried while you were gone. The plans we made meant it was far easier, besides." III tries to assuage the guilt Vessel seems to always carry around like a second skin, even if they have to understate just how worried he and II were.
"You did well by yourself." Vessel says genuinely, voice catching a little as he forces himself.
"Thank you, Sugar. I planted some daffodils and bellflowers. I intend to offer them to Sleep and keep them on the altar. It will be a while yet before they grow, though." III explains, pulling Vessel down to crouch with him.
Vessel thinks back to the flowers III had left on his nightstand, how he had restored them to perfection. He wonders if he can do the same now, but... Will III be alright with it if Vessel were to try? Knowing he couldn't speak enough to explain properly, Vessel takes out his phone to type it out.
'Thank you for the flowers you left me. They're very pretty though I'm unsure of some of their meanings. I think I've discovered another ability and want to test it on your garden. Am I allowed?'
Vessel fiddles with the phone case, biting and pulling at the skin of his lip before he offers the phone to III to read.
"You're welcome, Sugar, and thank you for asking. Go on ahead, they aren't much to look at right now anyway. I don't mind planting something new if I have to." III waves Vessel on, sitting back on his haunches to watch what Vessel does.
Nervous now, Vessel takes in a small breath to steel himself for failure, reaching out and planting his hands palm down in the dirt. He concentrates on the sprouts just barely tickling his palms, willing them to grow. They follow his command easily, surprisingly, leaves and stems sprouting from under his hands that he has to lift to avoid squashing the flowers blooming before he and III.
"Shit, Ves, that's amazing! I'm really proud of you!"
Vessel keeps his hands near as more and more of the flowers begin to bloom, marigolds and bellflowers but also others that III didn't plant, like amaryllis as Vessel feels a bit of pride swell up within him. He looks over to III in excitement that only grows when he sees that same excitement mirrored on III's face.
"Beautiful job, Sugar!"
III is elated, picking one of the bellflowers and placing the stem in Vessel's hair, behind one ear. One side of Vessel's mouth tilts up into a smile baring a fang, turning back to their work as a couple more daffodils bloom up from ground, glowing a gentle yellow the color of their petals. They snap a quick photo before Vessel can see, leaning forward to kiss him when he turns to see what III is doing. Vessel loses his balance, concentrated expression morphing into surprise, falling over onto his ass in the dirt from where they had both been crouched before the garden plot. III follows him down, a hand on the back of Vessel's head to protect it from the fall and dirt, amusement and adoration flowing so heavily down the bond that Vessel feels consumed by it, cannot deny that III is genuine in those feelings.
III laughs in amusement, pulling away to do so. "I love you." They grin, and Vessel sends some of his down the bond with purpose, needing III to know that Vessel loves him in return.
Flowers start blooming around Vessel's arms where one has fallen to rest at his side, a line of blooming petals between the cracks in the bricks that glow gently under the sun's rays leading back up to the garden itself. White poppies for peacefulness or calm, and daisies for loyal love. III looks down at Vessel, taking him, and all the flowers beginning to grow around his head, in and feels overwhelmed by the love they have for him.
Vessel watches III intently. Watches how the sun turns his blonde hair golden as it peeks through the canopy of trees, not yet noon. His question mark freckle by his eye has disappeared into the creases his skin makes when they smile, and Vessel is enamored, completely and utterly. "You're beautiful."
III's smile turns into a grin, pretty blue eyes surrounded by a sea of black that makes the color pop going mischievous. III leans down to kiss Vessel again, pausing right before their lips touch, moving up to plant a kiss at the tip of his nose instead. All six of Vessel's eyes go cross-eyed as he watches, and III huffs a small laugh of amusement.
"Thank you, pretty. Forgot to ask for that kiss, sorry, love. Can I have another?" III asks, and Vessel nods eagerly, murmuring a quiet yes that gets lost in the sounds of the birdsong around them.
The bellflower has barely remained in Vessel's hair, hanging on by his ear for dear life. III takes two careful fingers and fixes it, leaning down to kiss Vessel as they thread their fingers through what of Vessel's hair is loose from his half-up, half-down hairdo, with a small braid that III had done for him earlier that morning.
As Vessel is finding common for III, the single kiss turns into two turns into three turns into full on making out, all careful teeth and ravaging tongue. Vessel's takes in short, panting breaths between kisses as his lungs burn and still he longs for more, anything and everything III will give him. The smell of the soil and the flowers are strong in his nose, sucking deep breaths in when III gives Vessel a moment to breathe. More and more flowers begin to bloom, all glowing their respective colors gently.
Vessel does not want III to stop kissing him, he fears if he does not figure out how to stop the flowers from growing, the line between garden plot and the rest of the yard surrounding the house will be nonexistent.
When III lets Vessel breathe again, Vessel says as much, in stilted, breathy words as he catches his breath. Flowers are still blooming; bellflowers, daffodils, poppies, and now, pink magnolias that III must know mean shyness. Vessel is certain he will explode from that shyness with how flustered he is, blushing and still breathless but overcome by III's single-minded affections that Vessel cannot deny are genuine. Not when Vessel can feel III's giddy excitement and something else Vessel cannot name, does not properly recognize. Its warm, and feels safe. It feels a little like Vessel's love for III, for II. He wonders if it is their love for him, wonders if he can dare to hope. He wants them to love him, wants that love to last. He wants to be worthy of it.
He asked to be loved, and now, faced with that possibility, Vessel is afraid it is not real, that it is real. Because that means that he was never truly loved before them. And Vessel cannot handle that truth, not now. Cannot handle what that means for him and his past and how he suffered and suffered.
Because II and III love Vessel, with their hearts and souls and everything beyond and between. They love him easily, like breathing. It can be hard, yes, to love Vessel, to love every part of him when their very souls ache at any sliver of knowledge he gives them about his past, at seeing what that past continues to do to him as Vessel mutilates his arms. It makes their blood run cold to think of what he must have suffered, the stories he never told and may never tell. Loving Vessel is to hurt for Vessel, because hurt is all Vessel knows. They love him, far more than he loves himself, and they're going to help him love himself. They do not even know just how far that hatred for himself runs, but their love is endless, something tying their souls together beyond Sleep, and they know it is fate that brought them together, and not only the measly whims of a God.
Because Vessel loves II and III, with his heart and soul and everything beyond and between. There are ten-ton weights attached to his feet, one is by his own hand, and the other has been placed there by his parents, then they tossed him into the ocean and no one ever told him not to breathe. And with every person who had ever willingly hurt him, ruined him, picked his heart to pieces, a new link of the chain only further weighed him down. And so he sunk beneath the waves, and sunk, and sunk, until all he knew was the crushing darkness of the depths as he drowned over and over and over.
Vessel knows what it is like to drown. Knows the burning in his lungs as they beg for air, the way his body fights his hearts desire to die. Vessel had survived that attempt, and did not attempt to drown himself again.
His own weight is loosening, but the other is so hefty, and he has only known its weight for so long, Vessel does not remember what it is like to be weightless.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" III asks, voice soft as they take in the purple hyacinths beginning to blossom around Vessel.
III knows that purple hyacinths are most often used to express sadness.
"Before." Vessel murmurs, and III moves off of him, letting Vessel sit up.
The nickname rubs Vessel the wrong way. He... he hates it, he realizes. It... shit, it reminds him of his past partners. At some point, every one of them had called him a baby. For crying when he was upset or after they'd hurt him. For not being able to go into stores alone, for getting anxiety over basic things at home... It hurts for III to call him that. Vessel wants to ask him to stop. Wonders if III would listen, or would only continue to use the nickname more now that they knew Vessel didn't like it.
There are a multitude of petals in his hair, and as Vessel moves to try and figure out how to get all of these flowers to stop growing, III begins carefully plucking them out of the mess Vessel's hair has become.
"Do you want to talk about it?" III asks, taking note of the small bit of dissatisfaction that splattered like ink over Vessel's bond when III called him a baby.
Vessel wiped it away easily, as though it had never been there as the flowers listen intently to Vessel's silent command to stop, stop growing.
"No, it- it doesn't matter, now. I- Thank you though."
"Of course, love, Two and I are always willing to listen, if you ever need to get something off your chest."
Vessel wants to believe him. Wants to slice open his empty chest and show III what Vessel cannot speak... but Vessel knows that neither the Second nor the Third vessel will continue to love a man who has no heart in his chest to give, no matter if it still beats, just not in his body.
Vessel nods, unable to lie to III, to agree to something he cannot uphold, not again. Little things had become easier to say. It had been easier to go to them before they all got in a relationship, but now Vessel is afraid one wrong move will cause this happiness he feels in his chest to crumble like a stack of cards.
"Let's go grab Two, Sugar. I wanna show him what you've done with the garden. It really is beautiful, I've got to find some pots to move these to. Oh, and I can put some in vases around the house." III helps Vessel up, planting a small kiss on his temple after, and that happiness Vessel had been feeling before his mind started running without him seems to come back, a little.
III wanted Vessel to say that he would talk to them, just to hear it, even if he won't.
"You could offer some to Sleep now, like you wanted." Vessel offers quietly as he and III walk hand in hand back towards the front of the house.
He gently fingers the bellflower in his hair with a smile, and misses the look of complete adoration that slides onto III's face.
Vessel does not recognize the love, sweet and thick, coating the bond. Just because Vessel does not recognize it, does not truly believe it is there or that it will remain, does not mean that it is not there.
"I'll do that later, maybe tomorrow." III hums, swinging their hands gently.
II is on the phone when III and Vessel enter the house, pacing back and forth in the living room. He smiles a little at them as he raises a single finger for them to wait a moment as he continues talking to whoever is on the line. III shrugs, pulling Vessel up the stairs with an unbothered grin.
Vessel follows, enjoying the gentle touch of III's hand clasped in his own, reveling in the attention. III takes him to their room, and when they enter, III pauses long enough to close the door until only a crack remains. Leading Vessel over to the bed while he is simply content to watch, III sits them both at its edge, idly fidgeting with the screensaver in the ensuing silence.
"Wanna make out?" III breaks the silence at random, and Vessel's face goes beet red, not expecting the turn in conversation.
He nods though, ever eager, and lets III lean forward to kiss him. Soon enough, III is slowly pushing Vessel back towards the mattress, climbing onto the bed after him to straddle Vessel's hips.
III's fingers fiddle with the waistband of Vessel's pants, one thumb sliding beneath the fabric to rub sensually over a scarred hip. Vessel loses count of how many kisses III gives him, and wishes he could keep that count to cherish every one.
III's shirt has ridden up over the span of their extensive kissing session, exposing more of their skin to Vessel's enraptured gaze. One pair remains on the exposed flesh of their stomach, another watching III kiss him with abandon. The top set is open, watching III curiously just the same as III is watching him. It should unsettle Vessel for III to like keeping their eyes open when kissing, but it just seems another of III's quirks, just another thing for Vessel to love about them.
Vessel cannot stop staring in hunger, bottom pair of eyes traveling lower, eyes shining as arousal stirs low in his gut. He doesn't expect it to go anywhere further, expects it to be stomped out if this continues the way Vessel thinks it will. The way III seems to be heading.
"Sex on the first date, Sugar? How scandalous." III jokes, and Vessel almost apologizes.
He pauses though, considering, and pointedly does not refute III's joke. If III wants to have sex, Vessel will not deny them. He is good at keeping quiet, he's had so much practice. He can even fake the noises if he works hard enough.
This is what all the kissing has been leading up to, right? One didn't kiss another just for the fun of it. III had just been playing the long game all week, just for this end result. Vessel had been expecting it, had wondered when this would happen. Wondered what III would look like over him, in him.
"If you want to... Just- My... my shirt. Can I keep it on?" This is all Vessel will ask for, he reassures himself.
Only this. Only to keep his heartbeat, or lack thereof, a little harder to detect...
Shit, there's something else Vessel wants too. He needs to tell III. Needs to.
III pulls away entirely, weight held up on by his knees to watch Vessel for a moment, to check for any signs of hesitation. The only sign of uncertainty seems to be with keeping III's hands off of Vessel in all the places he keeps away from touch.
"Of course you can, Ves, if you want to. You look so pretty in it, I could never refuse." III reassures as they strip out of their own shirt and skirt, deliberating for a split second before taking their underwear off too.
All of them is exposed to Vessel, including the markings over their pelvis, black, shadowy flames with an ever shifting little golden question mark pointing towards each hipbone. It gets lost a little in the hair leading down to his dick, but it is no less beautiful.
As Vessel admires him, he divests himself of most of his clothes. Vessel is quickly left in only his shirt and boxers, and III has never seen a more ethereal being in his entire life.
"Kiss me. All that you want. Please." Vessel states, sending his reassurance down the bond.
"Are you sure, my love?" III asks, searching Vessel's face for any uncertainty.
"Yes. Please."
III goes in for a kiss, all tongue and sharp-fanged nips as he shoves Vessel back on the bed. III hopes he isn't being too rough but Vessel never breaks the kiss, letting III maneuver him as they please as the arousal he was feeling ever so slowly begins to grow.
"Are you sure about this, Vessel? I'm perfectly content with getting dressed again and just watching something on my phone with you until Two is done." III pulls away to ask, fixing the flower in Vessel's hair.
Vessel does not respond for a moment, staring up at III with something akin to confusion. He doesn't understand why III is asking. His other partners never asked.
"Yes?" Vessel responds, more of a question than an answer, head tilting just so to the side.
III frowns, sitting up to straddle Vessel's waist, careful not to put any of their weight on him. Vessel hurries to correct himself as III tries to keep an eye on the bond for a lie, "Yes. I am. I want this."
The lie feels like ash on his tongue, and Vessel keeps the spike of panic at lying hidden under the reassurance he shoves down the bond to overshadow it. It matters more to Vessel that III enjoys himself, that III will be satisfied and happy with him. Vessel had never found enjoyment in sex, but that means nothing to him. He's curious how III will sound, hopes it doesn't hurt too badly.
III narrows his eyes in suspicion, and leans down halfway. "If you want this, then kiss me."
"Kiss you?" Vessel murmurs, "You want me to kiss you? Will you not grow tired of me if I kissed you as much as I wish?"
"I will never tire of your lips on mine. If you want to give, then give me all that you can give. I want to taste you better."
Vessel's decision is quick and if his heart were in his chest, he is sure it would pound right out of his skin through his ribcage. Vessel is being so bold, so selfish. But he wants III, anything he will give him.
II and III make him want to be brave, even if he knows he is a coward at heart, even if he knows that their inevitable departure will ruin him like nothing else ever has.
Vessel surges up and plants his lips right on III's, a hand coming to hold their shoulder in another daring action. III moans into the kiss, one hand coming up to grip Vessel's at his shoulder. There is a moment of panic in Vessel's chest as III rips Vessel's hand off of their shoulder, but it is dashed away faster than Vessel can latch on to the emotion as III takes both of Vessel's hands, clasping their fingers together, and shoving them to either side of Vessel's head.
III's tongue is ravaging, exploring Vessel's mouth with haste, and Vessel dares to lean further into it, to shove one thigh up to III's hip just to feel them close.
"I love you." III says when they pull away, "I love you. I love you."
When III says those three words like that, looking down at Vessel with the most adoring expression Vessel has ever seen, Vessel almost believes him. Can almost fool himself into thinking this is real.
"Can I take your underwear off, Sugar?" III asks, and Vessel responds by beginning to wiggle them off his hips with haste.
III reaches to help, planting soft kisses to Vessel's cheeks sporadically, just because they want to. III does not shy away from Vessel's scars peeking over the bandages on his thighs, finding them a safer place to hold than the bandages themselves. III does not want to hurt Vessel by not being careful with his self harm.
Careful not to loosen the bandages on Vessel's thighs, III pulls them up and apart so Vessel is spread before him. Enraptured by the sight of him, III moves their body forward to slot himself between the meaty limbs.
"Gonna get you ready for me, love." III says, circling the tight hole of Vessel's ass with a finger slick with pre-cum taken from III's own cock.
He pushes two in when Vessel nods, not noticing the quickly stifled confusion that Vessel tried to keep at bay. It feels good, Vessel realizes, even as III is hasty with it, adding a third as Vessel sighs at the unfamiliar knot beginning to build in his gut.
Downstairs, II gasps, face twisting as he feels Vessel's pleasure and is nearly overcome by it, quickly making an excuse to call back later to whoever he was on the phone with. II is going to absolutely wreck III when he gets his hands on them just for nor giving II a warning that he'd be bombarded with the other vessels shared pleasure. They were supposed to wait. II just hopes III knows what they're doing. Soft footsteps pad up the staircase, room door closing quietly behind him, fingers already beginning to unbuckle his jeans. Fuck, a warning would have been nice, II thinks as he practically jumps into bed, focusing in on III and Vessel's bonds to relish in the pleasure bleeding into II's own bond.
III fingers Vessel open, and the pleasure that builds in him is consuming every rational thought in his head as III thrusts his fingers quickly. Vessel has never been prepped beforehand, didn't even know it was something one did before having sex with another man. III continues to surprise him, and Vessel thinks that maybe sex could be something he enjoys, if its with III. If it stays like this.
III is kissing Vessel again, gently taking one of his angel bite piercings between their teeth and pulling before going back to kissing him with abandon, and he has lost count of how many times they've done so since this started. Vessel grins into the kiss, unable to help himself. Kissing them is one of the greatest joys in Vessel's life and it never fails to pull a smile out of him, despite his insecurities.
The pace of III's fingers is fast and deep, working Vessel open quicker than III had intended but he was so eager, so desperate. Desperate to be inside Vessel and finally know what it feels like to have the other man under them, to see what expressions will befall his expressive features after III gets their cock into him.
III swears he could cum from the sight of Vessel alone, hazy eyes unfocused as his bond tells of his pleasure, hair splayed out around him as III finally slips their fingers out, deeming Vessel's ass thoroughly prepped. He is the picture of beauty, covered in his own self-harm scarring and bandages, markings gifted by Sleep peeking out from the open V of his shirt.
"Putting it in now, Ves." III warns as he lines himself up, and Vessel only nods, one pair of ruby eyes managing to catch III's pretty blues as the top pair tries to also take every inch of III in at once.
The bottom pair trails down from III's face to their neck, down their chest, catching on their happy trail and the markings clearly visible, and then watches as III starts to push his thick cock into Vessel.
It's a slow, agonizing push, but Vessel expected it to hurt worse than it did. He supposes the prep work III did was useful after all, and feels a tiny seed of bitterness sprout in his soul that he stomps out with ease, but the thought remains. That is all his first lover would have needed to do to make sure it didn't feel like Vessel was being torn open every time they had sex? Vessel doesn't deserve the kindness III has shown him already, and definitely doesn't deserve to feel this good as III pushes in at a snails pace.
Vessel wants to ask him to go faster, to hurry up, because Vessel has never felt like this before and desperately needs more, needs to feel all of III inside of him right now. Vessel will not allow himself to ask something so selfish, no matter how greatly he wants to beg and plead and moan for more, more.
III works into Vessel slowly, a little to be a brat, but also because he likes the expression of pleasure on Vessel's face and wants it to last a little longer. They like the impatient little furrow to Vessel's brow that he tries to rid himself of before III can notice. III thanks Sleep for every little punctuated breath they pull out of Vessel with every inch of his cock sliding into him. The bond speaks of the ecstasy Vessel is feeling, and it seems heightened as the both of them feel it over the tether, almost sharing in it, heightening it, it seems like.
Nearly half way in, III pulls out, leaning down to kiss Vessel again at the same moment he shoves back in, bullying himself a little further inside. They swallow the surprised huff that spills from Vessel's lips with glee, pulling away as they slowly push their cock in further.
"You're so pretty below me, Sugar." III groans, enjoying the way Vessel's already flushed face goes even redder as III finally bottoms out, thumbing over the wet tip of Vessel's dick with intent.
"My pretty boy." III continues just to see how Vessel reacts, squeezing Vessel's hand as they very slowly pull out and then push back in to the hilt.
His ears go red next, six eyes unable to focus on anything as III continues thrusting into him, holding his dick in their large hand and squeezing gently, the bed creaking lowly below them. Golden tears bead at the corners of his glowing red eyes, slipping over as Vessel's cums into and on III's hand with a silent shout, panting at the ecstasy coursing through him, embarrassed it had hit him so quickly. III leans down to kiss him, hand leaving Vessel's own to tangle in his hair, not pulling at first, merely resting between the strands.
"I love you." III whispers against Vessel's lips, watching every minute change in Vessel's expression intently as III continues thrusting.
Vessel can barely manage to repeat the phrase with such reverence, words punctuated with every thrust of III's hips into the backs of Vessel's bandaged thighs.
There is a brief moment where III groans, pulling out and shoving a little deeper to grind his dick into Vessel a little further as Vessel lets out the closest thing he's made to a moan, more of a harsh wheeze, and III pulls his hair. It is barely a pinch of pain before III lets go entirely, taking a second to massage the spot they pulled before that hand comes to wipe away some of Vessel's tears. Vessel had been reminded of his third partner, for that split second, but III did not pull so hard that Vessel loses strands between their fingers like Vessel had expected. III had then soothed the spot lightly even if it didn't even truly hurt.
Vessel's chest heaves on the tail end of a sob, so silent as his shoulders shake, III fucking him so good he sees stars, and yet he doesn't make a sound. Not a sound of pleasure or pain. III almost stops fucking him to ask if he was alright, but Vessel grabs III's hips and forces him to stay inside, begging quietly for III to keep going.
Vessel can't believe he was so selfish to ask for something like that. Never before had he had the urge to keep going, not when his partner was being so rough. Though, Vessel finds that there is a stark difference in roughness, between III and his first partner. This doesn't hurt. There is an ache in his muscles, yes, as III pulls one thigh, then the other over their shoulders to somehow go even deeper inside of him, an action that causes the pleasure he is feeling to heighten exponentially. There is a slight sting on his lip where one of III's fangs nicked the skin, but Vessel enjoys it.
There is overwhelming ecstasy in Vessel as III's cock hits a spot in him that Vessel didn't even know he had, sending stars across his vision as a tiny little keen slips out, lost in the beautiful sounds III is making above him.
III is a little gentler after that, a little slower as Vessel's bond is filled with mind-numbing pleasure. III leans further into Vessel's space, arms reaching around his shoulders to pull him up, squeezing a little too tightly as Vessel wiggles enough for there to be a little space between their chests as III kisses him again. Release hits Vessel quickly when III hits that previously unknown spot in him, tipping Vessel over the edge again as III cums inside him and Vessel's release splatters over III's stomach. III's lips are on Vessel's again, and again, as they grind their cock and cum into Vessel slowly, murmuring softly, "You did so good for me, Sugar, so good. Such a good boy."
Being called good lights Vessel's nerves on fire, and he feels like he's floating in the aftershocks of his orgasm, smiling happily. Vessel didn't realize sex could feel this good.
III stills, finally, panting and satisfied as they pull out, dropping to lay beside Vessel, shoulders pressed close.
Vessel longs to feel III back inside him already. Longs for that closeness.
They lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow and catching their breaths. III's heart pounds in their chest, hand reaching down blindly to find Vessel's hand, clasping it tightly to bring it up to kiss the back of it, letting their hands fall to rest on their touching thighs.
"That was- It was... It was good." Vessel murmurs, a little in awe, a little confused.
"Yeah, it was. I didn't mean to hold you that tightly towards the end, sorry." III apologizes, "And I think I was a little rough overall. Held you when you asked me not to touch your chest. I'll try not to do that again."
Vessel finds himself surprised, again. III thought that was rough? He didn't hurt Vessel, only shoved him around once or twice, he actually prepped him to take his cock, it felt- it felt amazing.
"No, no, it was... it was good. Better than any other time I've-" Vessel forces out before catching himself, realizing with some anxiety that III could have felt Vessel's lack of heartbeat.
No. They couldn't have. The pounding of III's heart alone must have been enough for them not to notice before I pulled away. Right?, Vessel tries desperately to convince himself.
Vessel will need to request something else. He doesn't know how to ask them to keep the touching to a bare minimum during sex, but he cannot risk something like that happening again. If III was a little more aware... Vessel's secret would be out and they would abandon him.
"I know I'm good but that good? You're overexaggerating, Sugar." III laughs, before a concerned frown just slightly graces his lips.
They hope that's all it is, but with Vessel, he knows he shouldn't expect most things to be just whatever.
Vessel doesn't say anything for a while, only turns onto his side to draw contemplative circles on III's shoulder, still a little lost in the pleasure they had just partook in. He... wants to open up to them more. He... wants them to know him. Truly know him beyond what he has allowed, beyond the mask (ha) he hides behind. Vessel knows he will regret this when given the time to overthink it, but he has never been subject to such pleasure before, and his mind is still a little scrambled in the aftermath, still shaking with the aftereffects of his orgasms.
"My first partner was a man. He was rough, and stronger, and didn't care if it was pleasurable for me. He only cared about himself." III stiffens at his side, bond filling with a sense of wrongness and anxiety.
Vessel's own bond is anxious, but he needs to say this. II sends down feelings of question and Vessel shoves back reassurance quickly, feeling II ease up on his worry in reluctant acceptance.
"Vessel, did I hurt-" III starts, frantic as he moves to sit up, but Vessel cuts him off.
"No. You didn't hurt me. You weren't even particularly rough, I'm fine. I enjoyed it. A lot, actually. I would... like to do it again, if you'll still have me." It's difficult to get the words out when Vessel is still struggling with his voice, but he manages and is, as usual, surprised when III does not rush him, or tell him to shut up.
III sits up, rolling over to cage Vessel in their arms below him, gaze intense and needing Vessel to believe them as he struggles to shove down their fury. "I'll always have you, as long as you're willing."
Vessel smiles, and it is a small thing that barely exposes a fang, that barely scrunches his lower pair of eyes. "I'll be willing as long as you'll have me."
"Do you mean that or are you just scared I'll be upset with you if you say no? You can say no to sex, whenever you do not want to have it." III argues gently, using one hand to brush some stray hair off of Vessel's sweaty forehead.
Vessel averts his gaze, unable to meet III's eyes when he knows they've hit the nail on the head once again. When Vessel becomes vulnerable, and shares things about himself, they seem to be able to pick up on more than what is said.
"I mean it. I really do. I promise." And Vessel does.
He means it with his entire heart and soul. Vessel didn't know sex could be... didn't know sex could feel good. So, so good. Vessel wants more, wants to feel III inside him again, needs to. Needs it like breathing. Needs III's lips on his and their cock ruining him.
Vessel didn't think he would ever want to have sex, let alone multiple rounds of it. II and III were so different from everyone else Vessel had ever known, you'd think he would no longer be surprised by it. When they first started this encounter, Vessel only agreed for III's benefit. It very quickly became something Vessel enjoyed too, and this dubious consent turned into enthusiastic consent very quickly, whether III knew or not.
"Can... we go again?" Vessel asks, after a moment, a blush staining his cheeks. "Right now?"
III stares intently for a moment, feeling down the bond and watching Vessel's face. Vessel really does want more, III realizes, as a bit of giddiness creeps up on him despite their worry. III answers by slowly sliding back in with help from his hand, watching Vessel's face crease in pleasure with a harsh breath as he writhes ever so slightly from under them, hands held close to his stomach. Even now, he makes no sound. One day, III promises, one day III will fuck Vessel so good he'll make the most beautiful sounds without being able to stop himself and they will eat it up like a man starved.
"I wonder if II ever finished that phone call." III muses, realizing they'd not seen nor heard from him since they'd come back in the house from the garden.
Oh well, unless II comes knocking, III will continue as long as they please, as long as Vessel wishes.
Vessel lets out a hum as a response that turns into a long, drawn out breath of pleasure as III uses one hand to hold both of Vessel's to the best of their ability, rubbing over a knuckle with their thumb, thrusting deep and quick while the other hand holds the headboard for stability. Again, Vessel lets out little, punctuated huffs as his face twists in pleasure, body moving with the force of III's thrusts and all III wants is to take a photo of him. Wants to worship him, caress every inch of Vessel's skin with their hands, their mouth. Lavish his body in attention. Wants to make Vessel forget every time he'd been fucked before and replace the memories with III.
III wonders sometimes if he is being too clingy, too forward, with his kisses. They ask for them all the time, especially with Vessel. With II, III can worship him however he wants. Run his hands over his arms, down his sides, touch him. With Vessel, there are so few ways to physically show just how much III adores him. Kissing him seems like all III can do, sometimes. At least now, III has this.
III fucks Vessel again and again, and the last time, as Vessel and III cum with III's breathy, overstimulated whine, III leans over close and kisses his forehead tenderly, trying to shove as much of his love into that single action as possible. III remains close as they continue slowly fucking into him with deep, slow strokes to ride out the last of his high. Vessel reacts completely out of instinct, mind muddled from the multiple rounds with barely a break between, grasping a gentle hand around III's hair and pulling his head a little to the side, sitting up with core strength alone and biting the space between III's neck and shoulder.
III moans as Vessel freezes under him, bond going a little distant to hide his distress as he tries to pull away in the sudden panic that shoots through him. His hand quickly releases III's hair, laying back on the bed, head bowed submissively to watch III through his lashes with expecting eyes.
"Do that again?" III asks gently in light of Vessel's panic as he stops moving inside of Vessel.
Confused and still panicked, Vessel very slowly shakes his head in refusal, eyes wide and alert. "Okay, Sugar, that's fine. If you ever want to bite me again, I don't mind. I really liked it."
Vessel pays very close attention to III's voice, to their bond, to see if they are lying but Vessel cannot detect an ounce of uncertainty or untruth, but he is sure he's only missing the signs due to his scattered thoughts. III's dick twitches in interest from inside of him and Vessel lets out a little pleasured, pained huff at the overstimulation it brings.
"I think I'm gonna call it quits for now, Sugar. I'm tired and you're looking a little pale. So pretty though, all fucked out." III coos at the end as they slip out, brushing some messy, sweaty strands away from Vessel's face, just to watch Vessel get all flustered.
The brat in him just can't help it. He'll say or do anything, within reason, to get Vessel to blush. He'd kept himself on a bit of a leash today, not knowing how far he could go with his brat tendencies. III isn't even sure they'd be able to explain it to Vessel, certain that Vessel had no clue what a brat even was. III himself was a little unused to topping, but they figure they can get some pointers from II. There's no way that beautiful little man isn't a top, if not a dom.
III needs to talk with II, after they clean the both of them up and get some water and food into Vessel and themself. While not needing it to survive, III figures it would help return some color to Vessel's pale, exhausted face. Anything would help, III is sure, since Vessel cannot sleep his exhaustion off.
III frowns at that thought, trying to stifle the negativity they can feel creeping up on them. Vessel didn't need to feel it. Maybe fucking Vessel a few times in one go was a bad idea, since there is no rest to be had for him afterwards.
Sitting up, III scoots to the end of their bed, stretching. They turn their head to look back at Vessel, finding him still laying down quietly, an arm over his face to hide his eyes, though III can see the bottom pair is closed. Attuning themselves to the bond the vessels share, III focuses on Vessel's specifically, finding it a mix of confused and anxious and utterly exhausted, but also happy. So happy. While the happiness III is glad for, the others worry them a bit. Maybe Vessel didn't want to have sex with III. They asked, of course they did, but did Vessel just go along with it? Damn it all to Sleep. They need to talk to II.
First, they need to clean themself and Vessel up. III's stomach and dick is covered in sticky white cum, and a brief glance shows Vessel's ass is leaking III's release. As much as III doesn't want to have to clean himself off of Vessel, it must be done. For hygiene, III pouts, standing.
"Gonna go get some water and a snack, love, you should shower. I'll bring it to you after." III urges, and Vessel hums noncommittally, bond only getting more weary.
III's frown grows, pulling their shirt, underwear, and skirt back on after wiping themself off with some tissues. He makes sure to clear it off their face before turning to Vessel.
They turn to wipe Vessel down next, his eyes still closed and breathing even. III knows he isn't asleep, couldn't even if he wanted to. Vessel's eyes blink open slowly, half-lidded and tired and bond still radiating confusion as he watches in silence as III wipes their cum off him.
"What're you doing?" Vessel asks, so quietly III is sure Vessel didn't mean to speak it aloud.
"Cleaning you up, love." III responds, not pausing in their task.
They're gentle as they wipe Vessel off, as he visibly struggles not to squirm away when III cleans off his over-sensitive dick. "There you go, Sugar."
Vessel's confusion has not left, but the happiness he has been feeling remains, stronger than his unsurety. He nods, taking his underwear from III when they hand it over. III watches as Vessel crawls to the side of the bed, sitting down to slip his underwear back on. III is so busy taking in his lithe form that he almost misses Vessel's wince of pain as he stands, stretching and yet keeping the space he takes up while doing so small.
"Do you need help?" III asks, already standing with their arm out to help Vessel walk, but the other man shakes his head quickly in refusal.
"'m fine." His voice is a little hoarse, still quieter than it's already quiet cadence, but Vessel's words are less stilted than they'd been the past day or so since his voice came back.
"If you're sure." III says lightly, fighting to keep the frown off their face.
Vessel slips his pants back on, walking with a limp out of the room. III follows, catching Vessel by the hand and pulling him back, "Can I have a kiss, Sugar?"
Vessel desperately needs III to stop asking, wants III to kiss him whenever they want, even if Vessel knows he doesn't deserve them. But he doesn't have the courage to tell III to do so, and so Vessel merely nods, leaning in as III does. This kiss is shorter than usual, but no less fierce. Once again Vessel feels consumed by III, and loves it.
"Enjoy your shower, love, I'll see you in a minute." III says, pulling away to plant a kiss on Vessel's forehead, before ever so gently taking him by the shoulders and urging him downstairs.
Vessel goes with that limp still present, and III wishes he could enjoy the fact he'd fucked Vessel so well he could barely walk, but finds himself to be more concerned than anything else. III goes to knock on II's door when he thinks its been long enough for Vessel to get down the stairs, and enters when II gives the go ahead from the other side.
"Were you listening, Doll? I like to think I put on a good show, though Ves is quiet even in bed. So pretty though. So expressive." III says, leaning against the doorframe with a sly little smile.
II's face is flushed, splayed out over his bed in nothing but a tank top and his underwear, and III is sure this is the most flustered they've ever seen him.
"You're a little brat. Did Ves give you that on your neck?" He asks, gesturing in III's direction at the teeth indents in their skin.
"I wouldn't exactly call myself little, Shortie, and yes, he did. Pretty, is it? I've not seen it yet."
Vessel blushes, continuing down the hall from where he had stopped to curiously listen to II and III's conversation, making his way to the restroom for that shower III insisted he take.
"It is, yes, and not really surprising Vessel has a biting kink." II starts, seeming to not notice III's slight against his height, but sighs after a moment, "I thought we agreed we were going to talk it over before we had sex."
III's guilt floods the bond, and he hopes Vessel doesn't take the emotion the wrong way, knowing the other can feel it. "I know, we rushed into it. He agreed before we started though."
"Did you at least set some form of safe word or color system?" At III's bond growing more guilty and the way they can't meet II's searching gaze, II frowns in clear disappointment.
"Such a brat." II admonishes again with only a little heat, "Those are important. Did anything happen that you think Vessel might have needed to safe-word out of?"
"He explained some stuff about his first partner." III tells II what Vessel had said about his first partner, frowning, "He did look a little freaked out after he bit me though. I tried reassuring him over it, but I'm not sure the message got through to him."
"Three, this is why we needed to have a conversation about it before we actually had sex with each other." II groans, burying his face in his hands before looking back up in exasperation, "Did he seem okay when you left just now?"
"I mean, I think so? A little confused when I cleaned the both of us up. Seemed alright when I said I was gonna get a snack and some water."
II sighs again, beckoning III closer from where he has remained laid out on the bed. He smiles as III climbs onto the bed curiously, sitting on their heels beside him. One hand reaches up, caressing III's jaw, tracing their swollen lips with a thumb. One hand goes to wrap around their nape, pulling him down into a kiss as II sits up to meet him. "Good boy for taking care of him. I'm proud of you. You're to come back here, tonight." II orders, and III's eyebrows raise in incredulity.
II hurries to correct himself, "Only if you want to, of course."
"I was planning on that anyway?" III says, confused.
"Not to sleep, sweetheart. Not at first, at least."
"Oh. Oh."
After III realizes what II meant, excitement starts to buzz under their skin. "We're talking with Vessel tomorrow, and I am a little upset at how overeager you were... but, hm... Was he as pretty as I imagine?"
"Ethereal. Like a gift from the Gods. I'll have to see if he's okay with pictures. Not right now, of course. This is still new. But in the future, maybe." III waves their hands with the words, excited at the prospect.
"I should've known you'd be into lascivious photos with what you'd said before." II hums with a smirk that puts his dimple on display. "Well, I'm not against photos as long as you behave."
"Aww, I could've gotten that photo of you flushed and spread over your bed when I came in." III whines into II's chest with a pout.
"If you're good, I may let you take one or two later. Now, off with you. You need a shower and Vessel should be done."
"Fine." III drags out the word dramatically, pulling away from II with one last kiss, pulling gently on his lower lip as he goes.
II's amused laugh as he picks up his phone follows III out of the room. III makes his way down to the kitchen, humming the whole way. He can hear the water running from down the hall, turning just in time to watch Elvira chase a spider down that direction, and gets to work on figuring out what snack to bring Vessel. While they do so, they hear the water turn off and the bathroom door open. Like usual, Vessel's feet make no sound as they tap along the floor, but he does leave an accidental trail of water droplets, hurriedly wiping the mess up before escaping upstairs.
III knocks on Vessel's door, finding it unlocked when Vessel calls out a quiet 'come in.' In their arms is a couple water bottles and the same amount of granola bars.
Vessel is drying off his hair more thoroughly when III steps through the door, and his middle pair of eyes slides over to him when the door creaks open.
His shirt is yet to be worn, sitting in front of him. All he is wearing is a pair of pajama pants with the band peaking over the waist and a pair of pink socks covered in pale blue jellyfish. He looks beautiful, III thinks as they walk forward to place their items on the bed.
"Can I kiss you?" III asks, and smiles in amusement when Vessel lets out a quiet huff of mock irritation.
"Yes." He replies, and III leans down to do just as they had requested.
They keep it short, pulling away to shove a granola bar into Vessel's hands. "You're still pale, Ves. Eat this."
Vessel nods, and as III lays over his bed beside Vessel, kicking his feet in the air absentmindedly as they scroll on their phone, Vessel contemplates something as he chews.
"Can you..." Vessel swallows a bite, then continues, "Can you braid my hair?"
III lights up, "Of course, Sugar, let me go get- Oh. Thank you."
III sits up quickly to go get a couple rubber hair ties, but is stopped short when Vessel pulls some from the pocket of his pajama pants. They sit behind Vessel, brushing through his hair with gentle hands to make sure there are no knots that Vessel might have missed, and then begin braiding Vessel's hair.
III takes his time, being careful with every strand of hair they pull into the braid so that they don't tug on Vessel's scalp. Vessel has become putty in their hands, leaning back towards III and eyes fluttering like he could fall right to sleep. Of course, sleep does not come for him, but he sits in the drowsiness anyway. Enjoys the way III's fingers ran through his hair, the way III would lean forward at random to kiss Vessel's bare shoulder. The shiver that would travel down Vessel's spine at the warm breath against his skin, every time, without fail.
If III wanted to take him right then, Vessel would let him, eagerly.
Vessel is confused when after III finishes braiding his hair, III doesn't ask for sex again. Is that not what he came to Vessel for? Is that not why he stayed after bringing the snacks? Vessel is confused when III simply wants to hang out as they each do their own thing, sitting beside each other on Vessel's bed as he reads and III scrolls through memes and funny videos on their phone, occasionally showing him the ones they deem peak comedy. III's curls tickle Vessel's nose from his heads place on Vessel's shoulder. Vessel is content to let III stay there for as long as they wish, no matter how confused Vessel has become.
None of his other partners ever came to simply exist with him after they'd had their fill of Vessel's body. They always rejected any of Vessel's attempts, and when he got with his third partner, he had stopped trying to ask for affection after sex even if he ached for it. For it to be so freely given, for III to simply turn their head to place a kiss against Vessel's shoulder at random- Its jarring.
It makes Vessel feel warm inside.
III leaves just before dinner to take a shower, parting from Vessel's side with a kiss to his forehead and a loving goodbye tossed over their shoulder as they bounce out of the room. Over dinner, Vessel does not miss the glances III keeps sending II as he reads through a book on physics. Does not miss the frustrated, flustered blush spreading over II's face as III does something with their socked foot under the table. Startles when III yelps, knee banging into the table and shaking the liquid in their cups after II kicks him hard in the shin.
"Please stop that." II demands in a calm voice, and Vessel turns all six eyes to glance nervously back and forth between II and III.
III smirks, acquiescing easier than II expected. II narrows his eyes as III goes back to eating, a mischievous grin on their face. Vessel can only continue watching in confusion, as nothing seems to go the way he thought it would. There was no fight or argument, and II didn't even seem genuinely upset by whatever it was III was doing.
These two are nothing like any partner Vessel has ever had, and his head can't quite seem to wrap around that information. Maybe it's different because there's three of them, all dating each other. Maybe it's different because they are all no longer completely human. Maybe its different because Sleep brought them all together. Whatever it is, Vessel cannot seem to process it.
When dinner is over, II and III offer for Vessel to join them in the living room for a movie. He politely declines, leaning into the kisses they give his cheeks and shyly echoes their 'I love you's, and heads off to the practice room to continue writing that song he had been working on.
Vessel realizes, as he sits down at his piano, guitar in hand and journal placed beside him with its pen, that he had had his first date today.
A smile pulls at his cheeks subconsciously, and for the umpteenth time that day, Vessel feels warm. Feels cared for. Feels... wanted.
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III can barely pay attention to the movie playing on the TV. He is hyper aware of every brush of II's thigh against their own, hyper aware of II's hand on their thigh that squeezes every so often.
III, in their impatience, keeps messing idly with the braid in their hair, pulling at it and turning it around and around their finger until the rubber band snaps. The sound startles III and he jumps, which doesn't escape II's notice.
"Just can't wait for me to fuck you, can you Three?" II says, pausing the movie with an exasperated sigh that III can tell is lighthearted.
"So impatient." II states, standing as III laughs.
III's laughter is abruptly cut off when II reaches down and pulls them up by their arm and into a searing kiss. Its adorable that III has to hunch over so far just for their lips to meet, even if II gets on his toes.
"We have to talk to him tomorrow about the sex. As good as this is gonna be, sweetheart, we shouldn't be doing this either, but someone's impatient and can't keep their dick in their pants. And I'm weak to your hypnotizing wiles."
III pouts as II leads them up to his room, "I said I was sorry. You're both just irresistible. I couldn't help myself."
"I know you're genuinely apologetic, Three, but we need to be careful with Vessel. Our relationship is still so new, and he has shared so little of what his past ones were like. We should have been more careful."
"I know. I would have stopped if he'd asked it of me. I probably should have anyway, but I think he's still hiding his emotions away. He kept any indication of discomfort well away from my notice, except for what I've already mentioned, and he'd asked me to continue. Asked for more, even. I know for a fact he was genuine in that. Any hesitation was at the beginning."
III lets their words sit in the air, watching II idly pace the length of his floor.
II sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It seems the only way to get Vessel to tell us anything is if we make him feel like he has to. I hate it. I want him to trust us enough to tell us when he is ready, but I know he will only keep everything that hurts him inside so we never have to see it."
"We don't ask him about his past, Doll, but for things like sex, this is stuff we need to know so we don't hurt each other."
"I know, I know. We only sat down for that conversation about that sleeping ability that isn't his because he was hurting, changing himself for us."
III let's II pace for only a minute longer before stalking forward. They take his hand in theirs, halting any further movement as II stops to look at him. "You need to relax now, Doll. Use me to de-stress."
II sucks in a shaky breath, and lets the rest of his anxiety out on the exhale. III is right. Things will go alright tomorrow, they'll explain things if Vessel is confused about anything. It'll be okay. It always ends up okay, as long as they have each other.
II nods, and reaches out with his available hand to pull III down into a chaste kiss.
"Get on the bed, sweetheart. And close the door behind you, open just a crack in case Vessel wishes to join, if he has the courage at this stage." II says, turning on the bedside lamp and fixing the sheets.
III watches II to make sure the other is really okay, before nodding in return, bringing up a playful smile.
"Who made you the boss?" III taunts, smirking as they move to get on the bed as requested after completing their given task.
II raises an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face to reveal his single dimple as he watches III mess up the sheets he just fixed. Oh, II sees how it is. He should've known. Especially after how knowing III had looked when II had called them a brat earlier.
III climbs onto the bed just as II asked, but then they stand, needing to duck to avoid hitting their head the ceiling, smiling all the way.
At II's other eyebrow raising in incredulity, III responds innocently, "You said to get on the bed."
"Yes, well, lay down now." II demands, moving forward slowly like a predator eyeing its prey, catching the mischievous glint in III's eyes.
III eyes him for a moment, considering, then says with a wider smirk than before, "No. I don't think I will. I quite like it up here. You're even smaller from this angle."
II contemplates how likely it is that III will bang their head or something on the way down before grabbing their calf, pulling them down and towards II. They let out a small shout of surprise, landing on the bed with a laugh.
"You asshole!" They exclaim, before pausing, letting go of their snark for a moment, "I mean that lightheartedly, lovingly."
"I know you didn't mean anything by it. Of course you'd be the type to curse at someone as a term of endearment." II chuckles, grabbing III's other calf as they try to wiggle away futilely.
"Finally letting yourself show just how much of a menace you are, huh Three?" II croons with clear affection, using one hand to pin III's arms above their head.
"Is this okay?" II asks, tapping III's clasped hands with a finger in question.
III nods, but II isn't satisfied. "Use your words, Three."
"Yes."
"Good boy." II says, and III feels a zing of arousal shoot through him.
Damn, no wonder Vessel seemed to like being called good. It felt amazing. Especially coming from II.
"Now stay still. Do not move an inch, Three." II commands, and III nods.
"Words, pretty."
"You can't use that term on me, I use it on Ves." III frowns in mock irritation.
"You're both pretty, Three. Would you like me to stop calling you that, though?"
"No... I like it." III refuses to meet II's searching gaze, pout still present.
II wants to kiss it off of him, and so he does, nipping gently at III's lower lip with his teeth.
"Alright, pretty. Now, do not move, understand?"
"Yes."
"Good, Three."
II takes his shirt off, exposing the golden filigree markings just below their collarbones, the only other marking he gained from Sleep aside from the ones on his arms and legs. Realization dawns on III slowly as they notice how II's markings, the black of his forearms and up his calves do not travel as far up the limbs as it does on III or Vessel. It must be a byproduct of not eating the entirety of the apple of Eden, the reason II did not get more than superhuman strength and a weapon as his gifts.
III is only given a moment to ogle II and his beauty, the visible strength in the muscles of his arms from rigorous drumming, before II is on top of III, strong thighs caging III in as II straddles them. II has divested himself of his pants too, III realizes, as his boxers strain from the hard line of his cock. Arms on either side of them to serve as further entrapment, II says sternly, "I'm going to keep this nice and simple. We're using the color system tonight. Do you know it?"
III nods, meeting II's eyes with a mischievous glint.
"Words, Three." There's a hard edge to II's voice that III is going to enjoy hearing more of.
III laughs, wiggling out from under II. They both know II allowed it. They both enjoy it when II reaches out and grabs III by the calf again, pulling them back and grabbing their shoulder. II wrestles III under him, superior strength making it easy. The first thing II notices are the markings spread over III's back, creeping over their shoulders to their collarbones, like Vessel's own markings. II is fascinated by the markings fanning out over their back, crawling up their spine in swirls of black ink, his skin adding the detailing of moving flame with a few little golden question marks swirling throughout. The flame seems to flicker and change before II's eyes, ever shifting. He watches as one of the question marks fades like smoke, reappearing upside down.
II takes in the beautiful sight below him, and the red sigil right above III's tailbone with excitement, color system momentarily forgotten. "Three, sweetheart, I found your mark from Sleep, among other things."
"Really?" III exclaims, squirming in II's hold. "Where is it?"
"Stop moving, pretty. I'm trying to take a photo."
III pouts for a second before a grin spreads across their cheeks. III presses his ass right up against II's cock, grinding on it just to frustrate II. "You're being bad, sweetheart." II warns, trying to keep the phone steady and focused on the sigil.
"What are you going to do about it, Doll?" III smirks as II just takes a photo, not caring if its blurry or not as he tosses it somewhere on the bed.
The expression is quickly wiped off his face as a hand tangles in their hair and pulls back harshly, straining his neck. III grunts as II presses close, "Punish you, honey."
II loosens his grip a little, leaving a little more leeway between his fingers and III's scalp, "Not pulling too tight, am I?"
"No... Sir." III tests out the name, knowing they chose right when a spark of arousal shoots down II's bond. "Thanks for asking. You can pull a bit harder if you want." II does not respond, only does as requested, and enjoys the breathy little groan it pulls out of III.
"Perfect." He moans, and II revels in the sound, leaning over to trail kisses down his spine.
"While you didn't respond verbally like I asked, you did show you knew the color system. I expect you to use it if I do something you don't like or aren't sure about." II states, pulling just slightly harder on III's hair to elicit another moan.
"I'm going to get you ready to take me, sweetheart. You will tell me to slow down, or go faster. Whether I listen is up to how good you are, how well you beg. You will tell me if you even slightly slip into the yellow stage. I will stop and we'll talk over what made you feel that way. Alright, sweetheart?" While II is speaking, his fingers have been slowly tracing down III's spine, along the vertebrae and down his tailbone.
"Yes, sir."
II groans, cock kicking at the term so he shoves it right up to III's ass to grind against for more friction. "Good boy."
II pulls away enough to prod at III's hole with a finger, "Have you ever bottomed during sex with a man before?"
II slips one finger in as III responds, then another, "I think so, though I obviously don't remember faces or names. I usually only bottom."
"Good, so you know what it feels like to take a cock." II hums, thrusting his fingers slowly.
III's answer agreement is breathless, his own arousal heightened by being able to feel II's.
"Tell me, sweetheart, did you open Vessel up just like this?" II asks, scissoring his fingers just once and relishing the moan III lets out.
"N-not quite. Too eager. Finally had him under me. Wanted to be inside him so badly." III grinds back into II's fingers after a particularly rough thrust.
Fuck, II wants to hurry and fill III up.
"Stay still."
III lets out a whine when II suddenly removes his fingers, the warmth of his body pulling away as III's body falls softly down to the bed. He turns his head to see where II has gone, finding him slipping his underwear down his thighs.
III's eyes immediately fall to rest on II's thick cock, hard between his legs.
"Do you think you're ready to take me now?"
"Yes, sir." III responds obediently, tearing their eyes away to meet II's soft blue's, staring down at him so lovingly that III can't help the adoring smile that pulls involuntarily at his lips.
"Kiss me, please, sir?" III asks, as II crawls back onto the bed, lifting III's hips back up, level with II's dick.
"Of course, pretty, since you asked so nicely." II responds, gently taking one side of III's face to pull him over just enough for their lips to meet.
"I love you." II says into III's mouth, pulling away.
"I love you, too, Doll. Now, please fuck me." III smiles, which then turns into a wry smirk.
"With pleasure, brat." II lines himself up before he speaks again. "Describe it to me. Tell me what he looked like when you creamed inside him."
"He- His eyes- They rolled upwards-" III moans at the slow stretch of II's girthy cock filling them up, "Glowed when he came all over my stomach. Sleep, he was so pretty. Covered in gold from his tears- Agh."
II sinks in as far as he can go on a low groan at just the thought of Vessel below III. Fuck, II wants to see it.
II starts up a slow pace, strong hands holding III still with ease. Every moan that he pulls from their lips is labored, and fuck, II loves how vocal III is.
"He must have been a sight." II murmurs, leaning down to mouth at III's nape after pushing his hair aside.
"Jealous I was the first to see him that way?" III muses, grunting when II reaches around III's hip to grab their dick.
"Why would I be? I'm the first to see you this way. Moaning under me as I ruin you on my cock. You're currently getting the most, though, out of the three of us. Fucked or been fucked twice already." II smiles in faint amusement, not really dejected as III moans from below him.
II would have waited for Vessel forever if III hadn't come along and stolen II's heart too, hadn't come along and been the catalyst for all three of them finally getting in a relationship. What's a little more waiting for sex, if Vessel even wants to have sex with him, in the face of their foreseeable future as lovers? II gets to kiss Vessel... He gets to love him as he wanted, gets to tell him whenever he wants.
II grinds his cock into III a little deeper and they writhe, completely losing the last shred of any snark they'd had when they started.
II keeps a careful eye on the bond he shares with III. Its useful, II finds, to tell when III is getting close to cumming. It allows II to stop thrusting right before he or III falls over that edge and II basks in it, thanking Sleep for the bond.
II makes a game of it, fucking into III just until the other is about to cum, then pulling out nearly to the tip. II revels in the begging that follows, only starting up his thrusts again when III's voice gets suitably desperate, clawing at the sheets with tears in their eyes.
II loves the way III feels around him, slowly stroking their dick in hand, just enough stimulation to keep them at the edge of release as he slows his thrusting down again.
"Color, honey?" II asks, stopping his thrusts entirely.
It takes III a moment to open their eyes, lost in the way II feels inside him. He pants against the pillows, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. "G-green."
"Good boy." II praises, leaning over to place a kiss into their shoulder.
He pulls out nearly all the way, shoving himself back in before starting a slow pace, watching the red sigil directly above III's tailbone shimmer in the low light. "You're going to explain the color system to Vessel. Got it, sweetheart?"
"Mm." III hums, blinking to get rid of some of the stars dancing in their vision, "Yes. Sorry, didn't mean to forget."
"Apologize to Vessel, not me, honey." II continues fucking into III slowly, building upon the orgasm he can feel nearing. "The color system is important for setting boundaries."
II stops moving, ignoring III's desperate begging for him to continue, ignoring the placating apologies so that II will continue, though II knows III really does mean them. II is well aware III regrets not talking things through with Vessel, but they were clear that Vessel wanted it, for sure, after they started. Its that initial hesitation, what Vessel said to them after the first go... the brief stint of panic that II felt from Vessel before it was smothered completely that worries II.
"You've came enough today. You should've listened to me." II admonishes, and III lets out a pitiful whine in response as II pulls out and away.
III whines again, rutting their cock into the bed for any sort of friction.
"You're not allowed to get yourself off either, sweetheart." II states, reaching down and pushing III into the bed with a hand over the sigil on their lower back, holding them there. "I'll know with the bond, so don't even think about trying. And please, do not do as Vessel does and hide it." II tries to keep his tone light at the end, but isn't sure he managed.
III lets out a moan that is a mix of distress and pleasure as II's hand keeps them from moving but also sends lightning up their spine and straight down to their cock, rock hard and aching trapped between their own body and the bed. "Oh, the sigils cause pleasure." II notices, rubbing a gentle thumb over one of the lines that makes up the outer part of the rune.
III moans again, louder this time as they try to move under the hand holding their hips down. "I said no, Three."
"I'm going to have to teach you to have more patience. This is just sad, sweetheart. Color?"
"Green, damn you. This is just mean." III groans, head pillowed on their arms as they pout.
"If you do as I ask, I'll let you cum tomorrow." II says, wiping himself off with a towel he'd gathered just for this, though there wasn't much to wipe away in the first place.
"Can I get you off at least?" III asks, hair splayed out around him as he looks back and up at II, the picture of beauty.
"You don't have to. I went into this with the full intention of neither of us cumming tonight. Unlike you, sweetheart, I have patience."
"So you're into edging, got it." III smirks, "I'll keep that in mind. Never tried it before, until today that is, but it has seemed to give me some kind of rush."
II reaches down and pinches III's cheek, pulling at the flesh until III whines playfully, words coming out a little off, "Owie. Stop that."
"Drink this, pretty. Your voice is a little hoarse." II grabs a water bottle off his nightstand, twisting off the cap and handing it to III.
III winces as they sit up, turning to lean against the headboard, taking small sips. He picks up II's phone to look at the most recent photo, finding his own smirking face staring back at him, but its the markings over their back that catches III's attention. Sleep really gave III some beautiful markings, but they can't help but wonder what is up with all of the question marks?
III looks up just in time to catch sight of it while II slips on his shirt. Resting between II's shoulder blades, below his nape, is a red sigil. Sleep's symbol, a visual representation of II's ability to turn his drumsticks into axes, of his unnatural strength. Parallel to the sigil, on either forearm is the same type of marking on his collarbones, golden filigree wrapped around each bicep like an arm band. III had already known of the arm bands, how could they not, when II had been walking around in tank tops as the weather warms. The sigil though, is a surprise, despite all three vessels having one. It was only a matter of time before their locations became known.
III lifts up II's phone to take a picture of his back, "Hold still, Doll."
II does as asked, turning around with an eyebrow raised in question when III gives him the go ahead to move. III shows II the sigil, and takes the ensuing hum as all the response they're getting.
"Hey, Doll, do you think you could teach me how to top? I'm not experienced in it. I want to make sure I'm treating Vessel right."
"Sure, honey. Its probably best all three of us are there for it. We'll talk about it after tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, sir, thank you." III nods in agreement, already excited at the prospect of having a threescore.
"You don't need to call me that outside of scenes, Three. I don't require it." II says as he slips his sweatpants back on.
"I don't mind using it sometimes outside of the bedroom." III assures, a little embarassed to admit it, "And I like you calling me a good boy. I wasn't sure I would, since I don't use exclusively male pronouns, but I like it."
"Alright, sweetheart, thank you for telling me. I'll be right back. Do you care what pajamas I grab?" II leans over the bed as best he can to kiss III's cheek, before heading towards the door.
"Oh, you don't have to-" III starts, but II only waves him off, "Fine. Um, just a tank top and shorts is fine."
II leaves, coming back with a tank top as requested, and III's shortest pair of shorts. A blush spreads over III's cheekbones as they slip them on with some difficulty.
"Did you have to grab this pair?" III mutters in light exasperation.
II climbs back into bed with III, plopping himself down onto III's chest as the taller man lets and an 'oof!'
"You walk around with your midriff exposed, sweetheart. Its not so unusual I want to see a bit more thigh than usual, now that I've gotten to see all of you." He smirks, "I love your body."
"I love yours too." III says as he hides their face in II's hair, kissing the crown of his head.
III wraps their arms around II as he listens to III's heartbeat below his ear, content to simply bask in each other presences.
"We need to go buy lube." III pulls away after he deems it enough time after the last conversation had petered out.
"We'll go into town within the next few days. You should rest, Three. You really wore yourself out on Vessel."
"Is that why you went easy on me?" III gripes, pushing their hair back from their face.
"Oh, not at all. I just wanted to watch you squirm." II laughs, reaching up to hold one side of III's face tenderly.
"You're so mean to me." III sulks, leaning into the touch.
"You're a brat." II refutes, big tired eyes soft with affection.
"Should we go see if Vessel wants to join us?"
"No, let's leave him be. He seems pretty concentrated over the bond. Must be working on something. The door is cracked if he wants to join later." II replies, yawning as he snuggles into III's chest.
They fall asleep wrapped in each others arms. They do not wake all night, resting peacefully and exhausted. No movement disturbs them, no silent steps treading over the flooring to climb into bed. Vessel does not join them, instead working on his music well into the morning, deep in thought. The day has given him much to think about.
#sleep token fanfiction#sleep token#vessel sleep token#ii sleep token#polyvessels#sleep token fic#sleep token iii#poly sleep token
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April Fic Rec❤️
Hey Guys! I know im late on the monthly rec. Im sorry. RL has been a bitch and I don't see that changing anytime soon, but hoping that if anyone else is going through crazy times that this might help. you guys are also getting a double today cuz its passover! Last year I posted a fic for the 7 days of passover and im going to do the same this year! and seeing how I missed the fist day, right after I post this rec, Im going to post passive day 1 so stay tuned! Love you all😘
Stiles Stilinski resident Tease. by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1254, sterek)
Prompt: Hi, can you make a sterek fic where derek is too afraid to go all the way with stiles for fear of hurting him so stiles makes a plan to turn him on all day by baking, doing chores, and saying certain things sexually until derek can't take it anymore?
The Heat Den by LeatherDearest - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1612, sterek)
Adult omega Stiles wakes up to find himself locked away in a heat den, with a very possessive and happy alpha.
This is also my first time playing in this sandbox, so please be gentle.
Lay Your Head Down (I Won't Let The Boogeyman Come) by tabris - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3141, sterek)
"I've kind of. Had this fantasy," Stiles says in a stumbling rush. "And seeing as this may be my last week ever in this room. Kind of a now or never thing. So. Um."
Derek drags his nose up the back of Stiles' neck, pulling him closer to his chest as he makes a questioning sound.
Stiles takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then blurts out, "I just really want you to sneak in, pin me down, and start fucking me so when I wake up I can't do anything but lie there take it."
Phoenix by Unloyal_Olio - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9376, sterek)
Stiles is a prince with a secret lost in war.
Like a Secret by rufflefeather - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1644, sterek)
Stiles can't get it up in the aftermath of the whole Nogistune trauma.
Once I'm Done With You by ViragoWrites - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3748, sterek)
And until recently, dying had never been something he feared. But he had something now, a pack, a home, things worth fighting for that weren’t centered on revenge. He had Stiles. Or he would, once one of them took the initiative and brought this thing that had been developing between them to light.
Or, the one where Derek finally makes a move on Stiles. And what a move it is.
Indelible by SylvieW - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1978, sterek)
Stiles decided to get a fake tattoo of Derek’s name, as a prank. It does not go the way he expected.
Welcome Home, Baby Papa! by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: G, Words: 6420, sterek)
Ten days after Army soldier and family father Derek has left for his latest deployment, his mate Stiles gets some thoroughly unexpected news.
Six months later, the Alpha returns to a very big surprise.
Just for Now by linksofmemories_archive - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8232, sterek)
“Your heart’s beating fast,” Derek said conversationally, the bastard.
“You’re an asshole.”
“You were going to attack an Alpha werewolf with a lacrosse stick.”
“It was to give me a chance to run.”
“How exactly?” Derek asked. “Show me.”
Fancy Seeing You Here by Anxiety_Baker02 - (Rating: T, Words: 8351, sterek)
To his left was a girl, curled up in the opposite corner and not looking at him, so, of course, he decided to talk to her first. He scooted over to the bars and crouched, trying to see her face.
“Hello,” he said softly. “Hey, are you Cynthia? My name is Stiles, I’m gonna get you out of here.”
The girl had tensed at the sound of his voice, but when he said his name her head whipped up. Her eyes were sunken in and her cheeks were hollow, her hair matted and her face streaked with dirt, so it took Stiles a moment to recognize her. When he did, though, his eyes went wide and he had to blink a few times to make sure he was really awake; she was one of the few faces that had haunted his dreams for the past three years, the uncertainty of her fate giving his imagination fodder for both heartfelt reunions and terrible visions of torture. He vaguely spared a thought to the irony that the last time they had seen each other had also been in the basement of hunters.
OR:
Stiles lets himself get captured by an enemy and ends up locked in a weird-ass basement. He expected the rough treatment and the cage- what he didn't expect was to find two very familiar faces down there with him.
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About "Blondes have more fun" :
- bubbles is wrapped up with croz AND jean??? I'm deceased. Dead. New brainrot ship unlocked. Need those three together NOW
- Mister I'm-so-done-with-this-bullshit Jack Kidd?? IM HERE FOR IT
- Jealous Buck? God. What do I even say. He's my downfall
- and OF COURSE blond Bucky is so so pretty. Like all the boys trippin on ther feet and gettin all blushy-cheeked and nervous just talking to him. I get it. Blond Bucky is damnation.
Not everyday to we get to read some nice crack in this fandom, but damn, I was pretty damn pleased that you shared yours with us. I needed some fluff today and this was precisely it. Thank you! I enjoyed it waaay more than I should!
I'm so happy you liked 'Blondes Have More Fun' it was truly a joy to write!
Bubbles/Jean/Croz is my ultimate trio. They're all so in love and happy!
Jack was the best part of writing this fic for me tbh. Bucky was fun, and Buck was funny. But Jack was hysterical. He does not get paid enough for dealing with all of this nonsense! He had a lovely night at the officer's club, and now his morning has turned to chaos because he forgot to sync his schedule with Harry and Buck to make sure someone was watching the troublemakers! My favorite line to write was him shoving toast in Curt's mouth to save his life!
We need more Jealous Buck in this fandom, period. He's always so stuck in his head, but I think he'd be very aware of how everyone is a little bit in love with Bucky. Of course, Bucky thinks Buck is being silly, but he'll still kiss away Buck's frown every single time someone flirts with Bucky.
If you've never seen Callum with his blond hair, go look it up or go watch Boys in the Boat because he is so so pretty with his blond locks. I also think it makes him look younger (idk if thats just me) so without his mustache, he looks like a babyfaced replacement. Every person on base is blushing and dreaming about shooting their shot with him! Kidd has to issue a warning to not stare too long at Bucky or Buck will sense it and take revenge.
Thank you for reading my little Crack fic! 🧡
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What if the itoshis are still in love with cheater!reader or an idea of her like they stalk her social media and she doesnt post abt her boytoys there and they think that shes waiting for them but obvs not and when they do meet her (or she comes to the u-20 arc game) they see her with someone and they make a truce to become yandere over her - the cheater!reader asks 💔 anon
" What if the reason why itoshis came across cheater!reader was because she was stringing along a guy from bllk? Im not saying yoichi but maybe him or bachira OR nagi then they get jelly or yandere mode activates and reader is none yhe wiser first she tries to string them along since this is her revenge arc but got too deep and maybe also has a yandere mode and this is too much for me thank you for listening i will love whatever route you take with these boys and thank you for the fics "
NOOOOOO nonnie you're on the cheater!reader roll rn and i LUUUV that !!!!!! this is such a good prompt sobs :( YEAH the reader having a fling with one of the guys ,, OH OH maybe aiku actually cause he is kind of a player too and doesn't look for anything serious as well ??
( and obv she knows that sooner or later, she is going to meet one of the brothers that way - she always knew they would get big and reach the world so why wouldn't she??? sobbin )
the tension between rin n sae intensifies as soon as both of them catch you in the crowd, and they surely feel just the same rush and excitement upon seeing you so happy - thinking that it's all about one of them - but heartbreak spills all over the turf as soon as you run up to oliver instead :(((( AAAHHHH
they want to hate u, they really do. they've done so much for you in your early years,, been there for u all the time - they just want to give you the world and it cannot happen if they don’t make some sacrifices along the way. so why do u keep holding them leaving u behind against them for so long?? why cant you just understand that they still do love you and that you're also another reason why their brotherly relationship has turned so bitter???
hdsksakjh SOBBIN CLAWING AT THE WALLS . yeah the boys turning borderline obsessive years after seeing u at that match .. years pass and the heat is still there. you still didn't forget and want to get your revenge but realize that maybe the situation is all turned around now when you get both of the brothers blowin your phone up </333
tytyty nonnie this is gold . already have a mini series focused on a love triangle between the itoshis in the works but am scribblin this down n cryin . this is guuuuuud
#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 💔 anon#yandere!bllk#yandere!blue lock#yandere!rin#yandere!sae#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi rin x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader
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ah hewwo i saw that your hc requests are open and was wondering if i could request childe hcs? pls and ty! 👀🙏🏽
Ok so I have a few hc and fic requests so im gonna start to crack down on those!
Anyways hello to you too!!! I love your fics! <3
I love Childe so of COURSE I would happily accept this request ^^
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CHILDE TICKLE HEADCANNONS
Ok so first off this dude is definatly more of a ler than lee. I'd say hes probably about 70-80% ler.
Ler:
>> He loves tickling. Growing up with so many siblings, it was only natural that he tickled them and they got they're fair share of revenge, ganging up on him. 💔
>> He really tickles anyone that he knows, and finds that its a way of bonding with people and friends. 😭
>> The other harbingers have definately made him a puddle of giggles but only because he always tickles them, especially Scara.
>> With people like the Traveller or Zhongli, he gives them pokes to the sides constantly, always saying something like "you should always be on guard"
>> I could also see him wreaking the traveller in the weekly boss fight...just a thought 😇
>> Speaking more about the traveller, he sees them as a sibling and tickles them like they're his own, always trying to get them to laugh whenever he can.
>> With Zhongli at home, he loves to gently tickle him whenever they're cuddling, but if he takes it too far, Zhongli is always ready to turn the tables 🙈
>> He loves gentle tickling but also loves just absolutly destroying people with rougher/more sadistic tickles.
>> Sometimes he can get a tad carried away and push his lee past their limit, but almost always catches himself and apologizes, offering comfort to make sure they're okay. 💞
>> Teasing. THIS MAN WILL TEASE HIS LEE LIKE ITS NOTHING. He loves teasing to make his lee flustered and thinks that makes his tickling worse, but also just likes teasing in general, even outside of tickling. 😅
>> He's a pretty big fan of light restraints when tickling his lee. He usually uses his scarf and ties the lee's wrists or ankles together...depends on where he's tickling 🙈
>> He is VERY good at aftercare. He asks if everything was alright and if they need anything. Depending on who he tickled, cuddles can follow, but usually theres a hair ruffle ^^
Ok and now...as a lee:
>> Hes very ticklish and he knows it.
>> A personal hc of mine...whenever he loses in the weekly boss fight, the traveller just tickles him until he taps out and gives them their rewards 🏃🏻♂️💨
>> He has very ticklish sides, and they are probably his most ticklish spot.
>> One of the only two spots that give his sides a run for their money is his belly and belly button. Light scratches on his stomach get him twitching and giggling, and swirling a feather in that little button will never fail to make his laughter almost silent. 🙈
>> The other spot is his feet, as he probably wears his boots and socks almost all of the time in his homeland with how cold it is, meaning that they havent really gotten the chance to roughen up, leaving ghem very ticklish.
>> Other bad spots include his thighs, knees, and underarms.
>> He always tries to hold in his laugh, but he always fails. His laugh is mlre of a deep belly laugh but his giggles are way higher pitched. He also giggles through his teeth and a clenched jaw 😭
>> IF he is in a lee mood, especially around Zhongli, he always shows a little more skin. He unbottons one more on his shirt, leaving more of his hip exposed, or even sometimes just lays in his lap, stretching his arms up to try and signal what he wants.
>> HES A SQUIRMER. A thasher, even. He can't help it, its just his natural reaction. Because of this, he usually offers his ler a deal of sitting on him, even though it embarrasses him. 💫
>> He loves aftercare and with Zhongli, he will grab him almost immediatly after hes done and just cuddle up to him to reset his battery. 🔋
Kink or Not?
>> Childe almost always sees tickling as a thing friends/family do
>> He probably doesn't have a huge kink for it, but can like it in the bedroom at times.
>> That being said, he loves to see Zhongli under his control in the bedroom, so he definatly does it in that setting. However, he lets Zhongli get his revenge in tickling him in the bedroom, fully restrained and all. They also use tools at times, but for the most part just use hands because they love to feel each other under their own touch, but the tools help them deive the lee crazy, which they love.
>> Aftercare in this serting is always great. Childe always asks if there was something Zhongli didn't like or vice versa. They always make sure that they were each comfortable and discuss timhings after while drinking water and cuddling.
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could you tell us more about swap! mike if you have the time he’s so important to me….
(also your art is so good. and your fics. like you are so so talented and you’re super funny as well and I love ur blog sm have an incredible day 🫶🫶🫶🫶)
WAAAH IM GLAD U LIKE HIM he's so special to me too
Im thinking of things i might not have shared already BUT ill also just drop a rundown of what happened bc i think some stuff has changed since last time i told it
basically mikes 10th or 11th (havent decided yet) birthday rolls around and hes messing w his friends and they lock him out as a joke. mildly annoyed, he just goes around to the back but finds he doesnt have his father's key with him like he's supposed to. luckily, william is there! and. stabs him. charlie dies shortly after in the bite, the missing kids (including mikes old friend sammy who was NOT involved in the party incident) all die (cassidys not in this au btw lol sammys toysnhk) and then sees evan get killed by circus baby. this whole time he's dragging them back because he wants revenge on his father, however sammy doesnt need dragging. he accepts michaels offer immediately. In fnaf 2, the security guard is the chica bully (who i have yet to name and fun fact she's transgenderrr mtf) and mike sends mangle after her while distracting her. she gets bite of 87ed. Michael chases henry into the fredbear suit and kills him, applauds evan for killing elizabeth before ditching him when he explains that he brought her back via remnant, and targets her and henry for the entirety of fnaf 6 before being caught in lefty and stopped for one night despairing over being trapped and shocked. buuut he returns the next night with a VENGANCE. he also joins sammy torturing will down in ucn.
NOW FOR THE NEW STUFF
He's way younger than teen mike but he does still have a habit of lashing out especially at evan. however when he sees everyone die that lessens a bit, and he often worries about evan stuck down there in the bunker, since hes the only spirit michael cant keep an eye on. they are, after all, under his protection. thats not to say charlie doesnt take that role, and she takes it much more seriously. they are TRULY under her protection and she is a lot kinder than michael is. but ill ramble about her some other time lol. when evan scoops liz and is kicked out of ennard, michael is ecstatic! his brother is back and they dont have to worry about elizabeth getting involved anymore! until evan reluctantly explains that liz is not dead for good. michael is upset with him, and evan defends her, saying its not fair that she has to suffer for what their father did and INSISTS that she wasnt actually working for william. but mike doesnt buy it and waves evan off. he cares about him, sure, but hes not exceptionally worried, and now evans pissed him off.
later, when henry goes to the saferoom and michael kills him, charlie and sammy are incredibly upset. they both defend henry, and michael ends up ditching them and turning the missing kids against them. because sammy chose this life to get rid of will, and charlie wasnt even murdered, so CLEARLY they have no say in this. (mikes just a bully and also second oldest only to sammy)
but then the missing kids move on and michael stays behind. because hes not done yet! hisdads still here! and everyone left him and hes soooo pissed because all thats left is charlie, sammy, evan, and henry. (oh and molten freddy) and hes just!!! ARGH!!! ITS NOT FAIR!!!! and uaufhuh
#swap au#idk what else to add bc my brain is HFURHFSJDFJDSLDFSJK yk?#tzu rambles#tzu asks#always up to talk about this goober tho#ALSO TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS IM SO. RUHGDUFJDSDS IT MAKES ME HAPPY!!!
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Smooth Criminal (Chapter 14)
Pairing: detective!Colossus x Criminal!Reader
Summary: Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?
Warnings: sad professor X, knives, mention of weapons.
Authors note: please read about tags at the end! I’ve re-written this many times trying to get the pacing of the story right without having this chapter being way too fucking long. So here’s what we’ve got! There’s just a few more chapters and this fic will be done!! Im so excited. Ps I’m a Charles x Eric shipper but for the purpose of this story I’ve got Charles x Moira.
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Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester County, New York.
You walked up the stone path to what was once a blossoming school. Students ran amok while the teachers kept a watchful eye on the young mutants.
But time had taken it’s toll on the place and the man who ran it. Last you heard, Charles Xavier was a bit of a lost cause these days. You went to knock on the door but before your fist could make contact with the wooden door, it opened, revealing a sickly looking Charles. It saddened you to see an old friend in such a state.
Loneliness and guilt plagued him.
The guilt of past actions haunted you both, it seemed.
“Hello y/n” he said. “I heard your thoughts as soon as you stepped out from the car. Please come in”.
“I thought your powers didn’t work with Hank’s cure’?” You inquired, stepping into the mansion.
“Ah, can’t seem to turn the mind completely off.” He stated, tapping his temple with his index finger.
Ever since Charles had erased Moira Mactaggert’s memories he has become a recluse. He didn’t care, he was depressed and angry. His true love didn’t even know his name. He had shut down the school, opting to be alone with the exception of a visit from old friends every now and then.
“I suppose you didn’t come here to reminisce on old times.” He stated rather than questioned.
Ah yes old times.
You worked with Moria to help keep Xavier’s mansion off the CIA and SHIELD’s radar. You and she had prevented many a sticky situation on the professors behalf.
And now you needed him to repay that favor.
“No, I didn’t come for reminiscing. Um.. I have a..problem with someone with a strong healing factor. I need them dead. Not gone, not injured, but dead. I’ve got cash.”
The professor scoffed. “Money..” he mumbled. “Who needs it.”
“Do you?“ you questioned.
“No, my dear. Money is no fun unless you’ve got someone to spend it on. Come on now.”
He said, motioning you to follow him downstairs.
“You’re not trying to kill Wolverine are you?” He joked.
“No, his brother Sabertooth, actually.” You said, deadpan.
The professor seemed a bit shocked at your confession.
“Always getting ourselves into sticky situations, aren’t we?”
“Yes.” You replied. “I wish Moria was here to help get me out of this one.”
Charles remained quiet as the two of you approached the weapons vault. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her up.
The vault opened revealing weapons of all kinds.
Hoping he’d give you the biggest one, you were disappointed when the professor put a small dagger in your hands.
You looked at him with disbelief, he didn’t have to read your mind to tell that wasn’t what you were expecting.
“This blade is made from carbonadium.”
Your face scrunched into confusion.
“It is a radioactive metal that is vastly stronger than steel, but more malleable than adamantium. It can slow a healing factor to a stop.”
It was then and only then that you realized the challenge that laid out in front of you.
Victor was a brute. He was tough and mean. Animalistic would be a more fitting adjective. He was also impulsive and reckless when his judgement was clouded by revenge and anger. Meanwhile you were calculating, cautious, and able to keep your cool.
“Thank you, Charles.”
“Not a problem.” He said, closing the vault and walking you back upstairs.
“It’s a shame you have to live such a lie after what SHIELD did to you.”
“It’s not a complete lie..” you explained. “I’ve found something so pure and..right despite it all.”
The professor quirked a brow.
You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Piotr.
“Yeah, I um-“
“Want to talk about it over tea?” Charles questioned.
“I would Charles, but that pure and good thing I found..doesn’t know I’m here and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I understand, off you go then.” He said, walking you out the front door.
“Thanks again, Charles.”
He gave you a small wave and closed the door.
You looked at the dagger in your hand and took a deep breath.
Oh what had you gotten yourself into?
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\ weeks later /
You let out a long sigh, it had been a long day of selling books, talking about books, talking about books about art history, hanging a few replica paintings in the bookshop, helping some students with projects. Just book stuff..No crime, no lies, no Victor.
You left the inventory and cash counting for tomorrow, Piotr was picking you up for dinner and you couldn’t wait. He had been working overtime for the past two weeks and you missed him dearly.
You stepped outside the door, enjoying the light breeze that swept through. Maybe you could convince Piotr could go for a walk after dinner. The warmer months made it great for post- dinner sunset watching.
You turned to lock the door. While doing so you heard heavy footsteps from someone walking up behind you, a cool shiver made its way down your spine.
“Did you miss me?”
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Dun dun dun..a cliff hanger! Is it Piotr? Is it the professor? Is it Victor? Is it an old colleague from SHIELD? find out next week when chapter 15 is published. Love you all!
Note about tags- I had a note in my phone for everyones tags separated by the character/ series they wanted tagged for..but while trying to put this post in my tumblr drafts (after having too much wine) I’ve messed it up so if I’ve tagged you for the wrong character/series/ fandom let me know otherwise I’ll just keep tagging everyone lol. I’ve got my det loki tags sorted. I’ve also got @brujademente only being tagged for the steel heart series.
Tags: (tag list of open, send me an ask if you want to be tagged, removed or only tagged for certain characters.) @chromecutie @xenomorphique @evelyn120700 @nightriver99 @iamwarrenspeace @this-that-and-every-thing-else @hsk-puma @bungeewabbit @pianomad @lesbianstarkx @hazilyimagine-blog @super-darkcloudstudent @thehuntress26 @siren-lamented-vampire @mooleche @rovvboat @leo-writer @dandyqueen @nitemaremotionless @thewintersoldierswife
I’ve also got these folks who I think asked to be tagged for colossus stuff but I might be tripping and have just imagined that. so let me know if you want me to keep tagging you. (Saying no won’t hurt my feelings I promise.)
@master-sass-blast
@reiner-exodus-rasputin
@xytoskeleton
@tinytiana
@lesbianyondu
@hunbun-posts
#colossus x reader#piotr rasputin x reader#colossus reader insert#colossus self insert#colossus x you#peter rasputin x reader#piotr rasputin reader insert#mine#kacceywrites#sc#smooth criminal
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Im curious how is the writing process going for you with so many requests. I hope it’s not too much. Please remember that we will all be very understanding and won’t hold a grudge if you decide you need to take a break or slow down. As to my questions (that are in no way meant to be rushing you, I’m just interested in your experiences with the event so far). Have you started? Any fics you’re especially excited to write or ones you’re stressed about? And if you started how are the fics so far, are they nice to write or do you wish you got different characters for different tropes?
oh gosh, i could say so much about the writing process of this event--
i have already started and finished half of the oneshots already! 1 - 15 are done (excluding 10), plus a couple later ones that i did in random order!
i set myself the (probably unrealistic) goal to finish everything before april ends. and it's kinda making me burned out, but also... i just know i'll feel even worse if i don't write, so i'll just write and then edit it later :')
i have some fics i had ideas for from the start (like the prompt 'trapped together' or 'assassin x target') so those are relatively easy to write!
other tropes are harder because i just put them on the list without thinking? 'match making' or 'promise' were such tropes. match making specifically has the added pressure of releasing on my birthday so i wanna put out an awesome oneshot on that day, but can't fully think of something yet :')
and then there are oneshots that would be so much better as headcanons. 'body swap' & 'boss x assistant' would work very well as headcanons and get the point across easier, but i think they still turned out okay!
my favorite fic so far was 'time loop' with shinjiro. that was the first one i wrote when i was super motivated & it's also the longest oneshot i wrote so far. i have a couple more that i like, but i think i'll keep it short haha
there are some tropes where certain characters would've probably worked better than the ones i got, but none where it's too hard to make it work. i think only 'revenge' with kiyotaka from DR & 'royalty' for ryuku from MHA are a bit hard. kiyotaka is too nice for revenge, so the reader has to be the asshole here. and ryuku isn't a character that is royalty in any form, but again, i can make the reader royalty here. so no trope & character combo is too much of a hassel :)
also, i started writing some headcanons at the side, so i won't fully get burned out from just writing oneshots. i def learned that for future events, i'll have to do something shorter than a month or give myself more time. but i think 1-2 week long events might be something i'll try next! probably with themes like 'yandere week' or 'jealousy week' or something like that!
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OH MY GOD THE LEE CHAN AND MINHO FIC?? I'm sobbing they're literally the cutest but also the biggest menaces in stray kids after seungmin, love my babies. they would definitely be hungry for revenge after that, poor skz will not rest until they feel their souls ascending from those two after what they've done. And go ahead for your idea in alien, we will all wait... because all of your ideas make me feral honestly. But take your time, especially with those major exams and others, love you sana! (i think minho is more ticklish hshsh)
-<3 anon
REEEE IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT
i thought i responded to this turns out i didnt-
i already posted alien haha <3333
also I KNOWWW I THINK HES MORE TICKLISH TOO BUT LIKE CHANNIE :C
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https://at.tumblr.com/lemonhemlock/came-across-a-jace-x-luke-fic-dont-know-if-i/nxhxby0ah07q
Nothing as interesting as aegond im afraid. The typical fluff fuc not much angst the most angst ones are jace taking revenge on aemond for killing luke. Their dynamic arent as interesting as aemond tho and there isnt much to explore about their dynamic either but its still is a fun(?) crack ship
alright, let's make it interesting for them. let it not be known that i am not magnanimous
jace is the one who models himself the most after rhaenyra. he takes her explanation to heart that they are targaryens and that's the only thing that matters. he knows they are bastards but he doesn't care, he dissociates enough that it enrages him to be called as such because he develops and nurtures the same entitlement like his mother - that the throne is his birthright.
he tries to first gently nudge luke in the same direction bc hey it worked for him, right? so it should work for luke, too. it should help him. but luke is more conflicted. jace doesn't get it, does he? his brother is going to be king one day, with all the accouterments and safety of absolute power, but luke? is going to have to navigate the treacherous driftmark terrain, a position he is woefully unequipped for, surrounded by "kinsmen" who hate him for usurping their legacy, basically posing as something he is not for the rest of his life. his own wife regarding him either with pity or with distaste for usurping her. his "grandmother" not even bothering to hide her disdain and hurt at the mockery made in her own son's name. watching his back all the time unless someone decides to shank him or throw him down the stairs or something. velaryon men are so easy to dispose of, as proved the fates of laenor and harwin, why not him?
luke spends his adolescence thinking that what he did to aemond was legitimate self-defense bc that's what jace keeps telling him (and jace goaded him in the first place to do it) and aemond was a little brat anyway so no harm done, right? except when he realizes aemond has used this time to become a skilled sword-fighter while he was wasting his, not doing much of anything. and he becomes terrified. that karma is coming back to bite him in the arse. he tries to confess his fears to jace but his brother keeps dismissing them, alternating between laughing at him and getting angry.
jace has that fool's courage in thinking he can take the brothers green on and it enrages him to the core when the little brat and the drunken fool take them down so easily. them, the crown princes! this shouldn't be happening. they should be scrambling at their feet pleading for favours, preparing for the future in which they would be subordinate to jace & luke and anything they have will have been bc of their philanthropy. that's what they are, charity cases. shouldn't be biting the hand that will soon feed them.
so he starts taking it out on luke. it's his fault they got made a laughing stock, it's him that's falling behind on their studies and training. if he believed in the righteousness of their cause this wouldn't be happening, he just has to stop doubting. when did his little brother turn into such a sniveling baby chicken anyway? this will not do, no
it gets pretty orwellian after that
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