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Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and psycho. This part- light angst, explicit sex, oral ( f receiving) breed king (it's me so lol) mating press, multi rounds, honestly cute, sweet and fucking emotional!!! WC - 10k

A/N- THE HAPPY END IS HERE! Sooo the beginning 4k words or so are VERY similar to the angst end, but don't skip them because I put a lot of little nuances and deviations! I hope you enjoy the happy ending and the complete end of this fic <3 I'd love to hear thoughts!!

<<<Part five (Sad end) - Playlist - Masterlist

Happy Ending (Sugu/Reader end!)

Suguru lifts you up into his arms, as tired students and sorcerers retreat tentatively, Suguru’s curses dissolve as if they weren’t there while all he can focus on is you, the guilt eating at his heart. Your unconscious body lolls in his arms as Suguru is speaking to his cult quickly, ordering them to stop and retreat for now, all while holding you so tightly against his chest.

Satoru waits for Suguru, staring at your face now, looking so oddly peaceful for what happened, he wanted to pick you up and bring you to Shoko, but Suguru had snatched you up so quickly he had no chance to. Suguru is carrying you around and murmuring his soft orders, not letting you leave his grip.

Satoru had a feeling this would happen, and he hates himself for knowing it and bringing you anyway, but you were okay with it - willing even - to save everyone, he admires it about a girl he hardly knows. To put yourself and a baby in danger to reach out to Suguru, it shows just who you are, it’s easy to see how much Suguru has fallen, when Satoru never thought Suguru never would feel that way again.

Suguru finally walks up, glaring at Satoru when he brushes back a lock of hair from your brow, itching to smack his hand off. “Don’t touch my wife.” Suguru’s words are husky, through his teeth, as Satoru’s blue eyes dart back to his, raising a white brow.

“You’ve really done such a great job taking care of her so far. Why don’t I carry her, I don’t trust you not to disappear, and Shoko is the only one I trust helping her.”

“Tch, you think I don’t even want to help her!?”

“Why? You left her.” Suguru snatches you up closer against his chest, violet eyes glaring now at Satoru, and you hang so limply he feels sick, like you’re just nothing in his arms, barely any signs of life aside from soft breaths.

“You won’t hold my wife in your fucking arms.” 

“Fine, then follow, now.”

Suguru never thought he’d listen to Satoru, but he does, following him now into Shoko’s medical set up, her brows raise as she sees Suguru for the first time in almost nine years, he notices how exhausted she is, all of the fun energy he remembers sapped away. He falters a moment, before carrying you inside, Satoru shuts the heavy door with an echoing bang.

“What’s happened?” Suguru delicately lays your unconscious frame, as Shoko sets to feeling your pulse.

“Energy blast from… one of my men.” Suguru gulps down it all, the fact that it’s even worse, that you were hurt by one of his by mistake.

He wants to kill that man right now.

But Satoru is fucking right - it’s all him.

“She’s pregnant.” Satoru mentions, as if it were so casual, and Suguru glares over at him. “Isn’t she?”

“Yes she is but it’s not your place to fucking say.” Satoru smiles just a bit, something about seeing his friend actually fucking caring about something for once, even if his ire is directed at him right now. Suguru looks at Shoko now, swallowing nervously as he speaks. “She is pregnant.”

Shoko sighs now, nodding and assessing you carefully. “Can’t be far along, she’s not showing.”

“Five weeks.” Suguru answers, quietly, as Shoko raises her hands now, and shuts her eyes, dark hair falling a bit over her shoulders.

“I can’t guarantee the baby will be okay, but I can save her.” Suguru’s heart shatters at her words, looking as the reverse curse technique starts working over you with the incandescent light.

“It’s all your fault. Why’d you fucking bring her here!?” Suguru walks up to Satoru now, smacking a hand as he brushes your hair a bit off your sleeping face, earning a glare behind white bandages.

“She asked to come.”

Suguru pauses. Are you that reckless?

“I told her no at first, but I thought she’d be the only thing to bring you to any of your fucking senses, have you stop killing my students, our friends.”

“I don’t have any fucking friends.”

Shoko scoffs, eyeing him with tired eyes now. “You did.”

“It’s not you all I wanted to eliminate, you simply chose to defend them, the weak,  pathetic…” He can’t say it anymore, what he called them, what he called you.

“Weren’t you the one who said it’s our job to protect the weak?” Satoru’s voice is quiet now, reminding him of just that, the time he felt that way, naive and young.

“You continue to lose all your comrades and friends, Satoru you may be the strongest but it’s not worth it - without them, there are no more curses.”

“It’s not your choice to change how the world is. You’ve gone so far, the only person I’ve ever seen you love since you… changed… is here.” Satoru’s words nearly make him fall over with the pain, the grief, looking at your still unconscious body, as Shoko focuses harder with her technique, the glow soft around you, hovering right over your tummy where a baby exists.

“Please just save her.” Suguru whispers now, and Satoru slips off his blindfold completely, blue eyes seeing right through him.

“You did this. If she doesn’t make it, it’s because of you.”

“I fucking know that!” Suguru shoves Satoru now, which merely earns a tired, sad little smile, while he grips his wrist before he lets Suguru strike him. “I know it, okay? I don’t even… fucking deserve her. I know it.” He’s close to tears as he shoves off Satoru, covering his face before he looks back at you.

It’s gone too far, god it’s all gone too far, hasn’t it?

How can he live with himself after what he’s done to you. He places a hand on yours, you don’t grip it how could you, limp and weak fingers, exhausted face growing just a little brighter. You’re exhausted from him, from the stress - god he left you in his bed, alone, naked and gleaming from your lovemaking.

Lovemaking, it was lovemaking.

You were his everything, and not once did he let you get treated or shown that way, what was just one time of worshipping your body when he didn’t worship or appreciate your soul? Your mind, your wishes, he barely knew you truly - he never gave you a chance to listen. Why couldn’t he just give you a chance, why couldn’t he be there for you!?

He hates himself.

He was going to kill them all, every single human for a better world, but to lose the only important thing to him, you, in a room with two people who loved him once, who cared for him once, and he never deserved any of it. Of your body, of your heart, didn’t deserve any kindness that you - rarely - bestowed upon him, your sweet pleas nor your desperate cries for more of him.

Now that he sees you, and it’s been a good twenty minutes, he’s pacing, his stomach sick and turning, his mind a tumultuous storm of moments where it all changed. Of moments where everything shifted, the life and family he thought he built all lost to a girl, who slapped him, who cursed him, who overtook his heart.

You.

“It’s not working.” He says after more time passes with no sign of anything from you in the quiet room, worried as Shoko sighs, shaking her head.

“I need more time with her, okay? Her body is already in a rough state.”

“What rough state!?”

“She has a weak will, and she needs to have some will to make it through this.” Suguru can’t stand to look then, turning away, his robes still dripping the blood of others, as the woman he loves is unconscious.

A weak will, because of him, he fucking knows it too- it’s all him that did this, that caused it, he wants to blame Satoru for putting you in danger, but it’s ultimately his fault. You begged him to stay despite having been forced into this, despite the horrible things he said and did to you, despite it all you still asked him. You still tried to break through, almost meeting your end.

You awaken suddenly as he contemplates it, with a startled gasp, sitting up, staring at an unfamiliar but pretty face of a woman in scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck. She smiles gently, you feel two men’s hands on you, Satoru’s holding one hand, Suguru the other, both staring up at you now.

“I’m sorry I put you in harm.” Satoru’s words are full of remorse, one of his blue eyes revealed is staring up at you, glimmering. “It was the only way but…”

“It’s okay. I chose to, it was the right thing.” He exhales in relief, as you look at Suguru now, torn between anger, relief and fear… and more, so much more brimming to the surface. “Suguru…”

“I ended the battle.” It’s all relief now, as you clutch him tightly, and all the love in your eyes makes him even more sick, how could you love him?

“It worked.” Your whisper makes him squeeze you so tightly you can’t breathe, before pulling back, glaring down at you.

“It was foolish, reckless-”

“You are not about to lecture her right now on being reckless.” Suguru scowls at Satoru’s words.

“Let’s talk while Shoko checks her out.” Suguru’s words are surprisingly soft, a way you’ve only heard a couple times, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Suguru…”

“Just a minute.” You nod, but something is tugging at your heart.

Satoru and Suguru walk to the other end of the enormous room, footsteps echoing while Shoko murmurs softly. “I’m Ieri.”

“Thank you for… saving me, Ieri.” Your own quiet name makes her smile a bit, as she looks at Satoru and Suguru. “They were your friends, weren’t they?”

“Hmm, I guess they were. Let me check this heart rate, okay?” You nod, eyeing the two quiet men, as your disoriented mind and sore body process what exactly had happened.

“I know you owe me no favors, Satoru… but can I ask for one?” Satoru frowns now, leaning against the wall, as you sit up with Shoko’s help and speak quietly.

“You stopped the attack, if you’re willing to give this up, I’ll do you any favor.” He says, making Suguru sigh.

He doesn’t deserve you.

He doesn’t deserve Satoru.

He deserves no happiness for what he’s done, the horror in your eyes, the fear of the unknown, the baby just barely growing that surely would not survive with him near you. You look at him across the room, with those sad, broken eyes - he’d never made you happy, not once - yet you truly tried. You begged him to fucking stay and what did he do, what did he cause?

“I am taking Mimiko and Nanako far away.” Satoru’s blue eyes widen now.

“And your wife, yes?

Suguru feels sick as he shakes his head. “No.”

“Suguru, are you fucking serious, what more does the girl have to do to be with you!? She almost died to save you, not just everyone.” Satoru’s voice is a hushed whisper, eyes narrowed.

“That’s just it, I’m no good for her, or the baby if it… makes it. Chances are with me and how devastated I make her, it won't.”

“Suguru, she will forgive you.” Satoru puts a hand on his former best friend’s shoulder, coated in blood, and Suguru doesn’t shove it off, he takes a breath instead, shaking his head.

“She will, and so will you, but I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her and I never did.”

“So become the man she needs, you’re not too-”

Suguru laughs harshly, taking Satoru’s hand off now, holding it for a moment, a million memories of their friendship falling as his hand falls. “Both of you make excuses, but I see what I did to her.”

“She’ll be okay, Shoko-”

“She’ll never be okay. Satoru, I have to ask you…” Satoru shakes his head again, and eyes you now.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking run, seriously!?” Suguru yanks him out of the room, out of your earshot now, Satoru crosses his arms, as the door echoes in the cold empty halls of the abandoned building they’d shielded Shoko in.

“Take care of her.” At Suguru’s broken words, tears feeling once cold eyes, Satoru falters, lips parting. “Take care of the baby if it… makes it.”

He glares, shoving at his old friend, who’s too down to not let him budge with the movement, forlorn look on his face. “You take care of them, become better.”

Suguru shakes his head. “I can’t face her. I can’t face what I’ve done, I need to go. Far, far away.”

“For how long!?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever come back. I know it’s a lot to ask - but I also know I can trust you to take care of her.” Satoru’s furious, not at the thought of taking care of you, but the fact that Suguru is running, that he still even now can’t accept love. “You will take care of her better than I could.”

“You think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re not. She chose to come here, can’t you give her a chance?” Suguru peers through the door window, the thick pane of glass, sighing and touching it longingly, while Shoko checks your vitals. “Your family is in that fucking room.”

“I know, fuck… but she has a chance to be happy, to have that baby - the way it’s going? She won’t even get to with me. Please, for the friendship we had, take care of her. The girl I love.” Satoru’s own emotions make his throat close, while Suguru realizes just how deeply he loves you, more than he even could admit. But he didn’t choose you, no matter how deeply you begged him to, no he left you alone in that bed.

He can’t forgive himself for it.

He is not sure he cares about any other casualties, he wishes he did care more for that - he still sees humans as pests, he does not share Satoru’s view and maybe never will. But you so clearly need him to, and he realizes he’s too far in his own hatred still, you were that exception, that bright spot. You were the one regret he now holds, and he knows he loves you enough to let you go.

“Please look after her for me, Satoru.”

“Jesus christ, Suguru.” He swipes a hand through his long white hair, looking at you in that room, sighing. “Of course I will take care of her and the baby. But it should not be me.”

“Thank you.” Suguru puts his hand on Satoru’s shoulder, and for a moment Satoru sees him - the best friend he ever had, making what he thinks is the best decision for a girl he loves. He loves and feels, still deep down, and something breaks Satoru down then. “I went too far.”

He scoffs at that, sighing. “Understatement of the century. I will not tell her goodbye for you, though. You need to at least explain your stupid decision.”

Satoru walks back into the room, looking down at you now, you’re weak but alive, and he still senses two energies with his powerful six eyes. He gently holds out his hands, and you take them, using his help to stand, shaky now. “Are you feeling okay, sweets?”

“I’m okay.” You nod a smile just a bit, turning to Shoko. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course. We’ll… give you two a moment.” She reads the room clearly, Satoru and Shoko have known each other so long it really just takes a look.

You watch curiously as they walk out, and Suguru has tears in his violet eyes, something you never thought you’d see, they glimmer and illuminate, his face so serious and sullen it makes you panic. “Did they say the baby-”

“No, no, for now it all looks fine. Shh.” He pulls you against his strong chest, and you fall apart, sobbing now, shaking your head and shoving at him, hating the mix of comfort and sorrow this man brings. “I know,” he whispers, as if to soothe you, only for you to be infuriated, feeling anger hot coursing through your veins.

You pull back, furious, chest heaving with the quickness of your breaths, your own cheeks covered in your tears now. “You know!? You know? You left me. You chose this over me.”

“I did. And that’s why I’m no good for you.” His broken voice and tired gaze stall you, not after all of this would he not fucking choose you again!? Not after carving his place in your heart entirely does he get to leave!?

You pause now, gasping at his audacity, feeling him tense, emotionally pulling away from you again. “What the fuck are you on about right now?”

Instead of the usual arguments, the back and forth, Suguru is just contemplative, listening to you before he speaks. “It was selfish, so selfish not to let you run when you wanted to.” You’re shaking as he cups your face, thumb tracing your cheek, brushing aside the onslaught of tears, exhaling and leaning low.

“So you’re selfish, what’s new?” Your angry whisper just makes him ache for you, god is there one moment he doesn’t? Is there one second in any universe he thinks he will live without you - he wants to do the right thing now, to let you go, but how can he, when you’re so deeply ingrained inside his fucking soul?

The one bright spot that he almost took out completely clings to him, and why should you?

 “I almost killed you.” He whispers hoarsely, you shake your head now, scowl firm on your tired, beautiful features.

“You didn’t just almost kill me, you almost killed everyone in the fucking city! Suguru, I’m fine, this is not even what you should be worried about.”

“Tch, are you!?” His grip on your waist draws you closer, while your head falls back, and you stare into a monster’s eyes - a monster you love. “Are you fine? You almost died.”

“I chose to come here, you can’t blame Satoru when I begged him to bring me. I had to try to save them, those innocent people!”

“It worked.”

You sigh, shaking further, burying your face against his chest, he’s covered in sweat and grime and blood from the battle, but you don’t care. “Are you done with this foolish effort?”

“I’m done.” You look up in shock, cupping his face now, and he leans so low, until your breaths mingle, hand shaking as it holds you.

“Thank God. Oh Suguru, thank God.” You pull him down for a kiss, full of all the relief in your heart. You’ve saved him, everyone is okay - glimpses of hope and something beautiful fill you with a light you’ve never had. He kisses you back so deeply, exhaling against your lips, deepening it and pulling you so tightly, his hard body enveloping yours.

“I should have told you.” He whispers, pulling back, lips almost against yours, nose brushing against yours.

You gulp, throat dry, in so much fear of what he’s going to say, what he’s going to do, his voice terrifying you in its intensity. “Told me what?”

Suguru cups your face with one hand, heart pounding as he feels it, so deep in his soul, finally ready to spill those words. “I love you,” you gasp then, and his heart hammers nearly out of his chest as the declaration spills from his lips. “Fuck I love you, love when you hit me, love when you called me out, love the fire inside you.”

His declaration makes your heart shatter, you want to be happy, but you feel it - his apprehension, his fear, his love.

Loves you.

He loves you.

“Suguru…”

“I love you and don't deserve you.” His broken voice and tears infuriate you as much as they deeply touch you.

You glare now, trying to hold it together, when you feel like shattering. “Don’t you dare do this, don’t you run!”

“Baby, this is how I can show how much I love you.” He cups your face with two big hands and long fingers, you’re glaring through your tears, gripping his wrists.

“Don’t you dare.” You whisper, teeth clenched, you feel it then, you feel him pushing you away, when he’s just close enough. “I won’t forgive you ever.”

“Satoru will take care of you both, better than I could, he’ll be good to you-” The shock of his words hits you like a wave, like what knocked you to the fucking floor earlier, the dread in your stomach.

“What!? You’re shoving me off on your fucking friend?” You shove at his chest now, but he doesn’t budge, even as you smack at it, he doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of his grip. “If you love me you’ll run away with me, we can start over.”

The desperation in your voice tempts him to no end, god he’d love it, but he knows how much you’d suffer, always. “I am leaving, starting over.”

“Not with me?” Your hurt pours through every word, and Suguru wants to bring you, god he does, but he knows it so clearly - he could never make you happy, but he sees it - how Satoru looks at you. Maybe he could give you what you deserve, as much as he selfishly wants you, as badly as this hurts to do or say.

“You’ll be better off this way. You and the baby.”

“Bullshit, it’s such bullshit Suguru!”

“It’s the truth, I love you enough to finally do this.” He brushes your hair back tenderly, you smack his hand scowling up at him.

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to abandon me after not choosing me - just to not choose me again!”

“It’s not that,” your sobs wrack your body, as he steps back, brushing back his tangled dark locks in frustration, the thick strands falling across his face as he watches the girl he loves shatter because of him, all over again. “I am choosing your happiness.”

“Why can’t it be with you?” Your broken whisper makes his heart break.

“How can I look you in those beautiful eyes and know what pain I caused, I can’t have you looking at the monster I am.”

“You’re my fucking monster, okay? Mine!” You shove him again, he just sighs, defeated. “I love you Suguru Geto. I do, despite it all, despite how completely fucked in the brain you were, I love you dammit. You can’t just leave me now, like I’m some damn pet you can’t take care of. I love-”

He’s slammed his lips again, desperate and hungry, and you fall into him, as his kisses grow more and more ardent, pulling back just to take a breath, hand slipping up your spine. The contact alone makes you shiver, tongue meeting his stroke for stroke, so much emotion in this one kiss you wish it would last forever, fingers clinging to the silk of his robes.

“Suguru,” you pull back, tears falling against his fingers, breaths making your chest rise and fall, as you cling to his robes, the blood soaking against your skin, enveloping it in red. “You’re mine, you don’t get to leave me.”

He whispers your name then, his own tears falling, against your lips salty as he hovers over you, exhaling shakily. “I don’t deserve you though, you or this baby, not after what I did to you.”

“Then you’ll earn it, you’ll earn the right of me standing by your side. You’ll become better, I know it, fuck I do. There’s more to you.” Your foreheads touch, while he finally breaks down then, picking you up in his arms now, your lips are angry, hungry, tugging with your teeth as he nips you with his. Your tongues messy and desperate while you drink each others’ cries in, echoing in the quiet room.

“I don’t deserve you, I don’t…” His whispers break you, a broken man declaring them hot against your throat, as he breaks down for you, and you bury your face against his neck, letting him hold you up like it’s nothing, clinging to him then. Feeling every bit of your soul drawn to him, despite it all.

“I need you goddammit, you don’t get to leave me. Us. I’ll beat the fuck out of you if you try, it’s not even funny you psycho.” He exhales, easing you down then, you’re dizzy with desire, with need, thrumming through every inch of your skin, as he leans back, eyeing you under lashes dripping with tears.

“How can you love somebody like me?” His broken whisper destroys any resolve you have left, you know all he has done to you, you can only imagine what he has done to others, but deep down you know one thing to be true-

You do love him.

“I just do, there’s no reason for it, there’s no reason for any human emotion, Suguru Geto. We just feel.” Your tremulous smile, amidst everything he’s done breaks him down, bit by bit, as his heart pounds for you, as his body aches for you, thoughts of ‘what ifs’ flowing through his mind.

What if he did let Satoru care for you?

What if he just left you now?

What if you fell in love, what if you moved on, and were so happy, and got everything he ‘thinks’ you deserved, leaving him alone forever - because he knows damn well he will never want or be with anyone else ever again. What if he had let you go, and had not gotten to see you again, hold you again, kiss your lips? Have you under him, on him, have you?

He almost just did that, one choice and he was going to push you away, when all you wanted was to be let in. He takes a deep breath, an arm wrapped tight around you, bringing you firm against his chest. “I don’t know if I can learn to live with humans, aside from you. I don’t know if I can lose all this hatred.”

“Then we’ll go, we’ll go away. And we’ll try, every day. Okay?” He nods then, you exhale and kiss him once more, the kiss is so different than any before, deeper than either of you have had, while he drinks it in, the girl he doesn’t deserve, the life he’s not sure he should get to have, because you love him.

Does he deserve that love, finally?

“You deserve love.” Your words speak to the questions stirring in his soul, and for the first time in so long, Suguru is crying, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to pull it together, holding you in a bruising grip as he just cries then.

Suguru crying.

He has not felt emotions since long ago in Jujutsu high, when he watched his loved ones die, when he lost faith in everything he knew, something he thought died that day glimmers and breaks free. The girl in his arms that he treated horribly who for some odd reason loves him, then he knows - he can’t keep going like this, he has to give everything for you.

“I’ll try, Princess.” His soft tone breaks you down further, so upset in your wracking sobs he pulls back a bit, swiping them off your cheeks with one hand, the other bringing you against his chest. “Calm down, please… take a breath.”

“You really stress a girl the fuck out.” He chuckles a bit, earning a punch from your little balled up fist while you sniffle. “You don’t get to laugh about it.”

“I know, I know.” He brushes your hair back gently, studying a face of a girl that’s been hurt too much, too deeply, but the joy of hearing you say it all overwhelms his senses. He sighs again, tilting your chin up, studying your swollen lips carefully, a thumb brushing across the thin and bitten flesh. “You really want to be with me? I’m giving you an out.”

“I don’t want your ‘out’. I want you, the real you too, not this bullshit cult leader crap. I want the boy who Satoru has fought so hard to get back, I want the boy I met, he’s in there, okay?” He looks away then, shaking his head.

“I don’t know if he is in there.”

“He is, and you know it.”

He wants to believe you, but he finds he’s selfish for not leaving you in that moment, for instead picking you up gently in his arms, bridal style - remembering that first night with you. The first time he touched you, and he knew how deeply he felt, that he assumed you must have powers, but you did in fact have them, they were just different than anything he’d ever seen.

He speaks it then, softly. “You’re not just human.”

“Suguru you-”

“You’ve got a power.” You roll your eyes now, infuriated at the annoying man you chose to fall for.

Well you never chose to. You just did.

“You will not even act like you don’t love a human-”

“Power to bring me to my knees,” he continues, in a husky voice, and when he presses you more tightly to him, lips an inch from yours, the world fades, everything fades but this singular moment. “The power to make me give up anything, do anything for you. Kill anyone who hurts you, even if it’s myself.”

“Suguru-” He cuts you off again, kissing you as he cradles you so tightly, you feel his strength even as his body shakes with his emotions, with his regret, with his need.

“I’ll never hurt you again. I swear it. If I do, you get to twist that knife in my fucking chest.” You shake your head, but he just reiterates it, softly.

“I wouldn’t be able to.”

“You have all the power over me. You’re my everything.” You take the hand wrapped around you, placing it on your tummy, heating up as his violet gaze drifts down to it.

“We are your everything, Suguru. Of course, Mimiko and Nanako too. We can be… a family. If you’re willing.” He nods then, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead now. “Then let’s get them, and find… a home. A new home.”

He exhales against your skin, nodding as he carries you out, and Satoru Gojo is leaning against the wall, blindfold off for once, arms crossed casually when he smiles over at you. You tap Suguru’s shoulder and he glares at you. “You’re awfully friendly with him.”

“You’re acting jealous like you weren’t gonna pawn me off on him. Let me down.” You glare up at him and he sighs, easing you down, Satoru’s lips quirk up at the corners, easing off the wall and walking over to you now, tilting your chin up. His eyes bore into you, gleaming with his own emotions.

“Are you alright? You okay to walk?” He asks softly, you nod then, reaching over to wrap your arms around his waist. He falters for a moment, as you feel Suguru’s death glare, holding you back then, hand resting at the small of your back, warm over your silk kimono. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but cry against his chest, and Suguru looks away then, stepping back for a moment. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“No, it was shitty okay? I knew the risk and-”

“No. Thank you, Satoru.” You look up, and his heart hurts when he sees your tears, as his friend avoids even looking at the two of you. “It was the right thing to do, and don’t you dare feel bad.”

He sighs in relief, hugging you again, lips pressed against your ear as he bends down. “You brought my friend back, I should be thanking you.”

You cry more, body shaking and so small in the strong sorcerers hold, as Suguru clears his throat. “You all are a little too close.”

“I can still take care of her if-”

“No!? I mean, no.” Suguru rubs the back of his neck, frowning as he wants to rip his best friend’s arms off. “I was… being…”

“Stupid?” Satoru and you finish, and Suguru crosses his arms now, glaring at the two of you.

“It wouldn’t have been the right decision, especially how you’re pawing at her. Let her go.” Suguru yanks you away, and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes, a sound Suguru never really heard from you, breathless, your soft smile lighting up a tragically beautiful face, one he’s kept upset.

“You’re jealous?” You ask, and he scoffs, glaring, while Satoru does not remove his hand, smirking over at him.

“You two are just too close is all. Conspiring this whole time?”

“Maybe so.” You look back to Satoru, smiling again. “We’re going away for a while, but… we’ll be back one day. Won’t we, Suguru?” You hold out a hand now, and he nods stiffly, Satoru sees it then, the love he so clearly has right on his face for you, and the love you have for him, as your hands entwine.

“We will be.” He gruffly repeats, and the three of you stand there for a moment, each hand is held by the two men as they glance at each other, wondering if it’s still there - the deep friendship, and fuck you truly hope it is. Suguru didn’t just need you, he needed him too, and you hope one day your psycho husband can work on his very shitty communication and open up.

“We would’ve had fun together, sweets.” Gojo teases one more time, before Suguru has you yanked up against him, scowling deeper at Satoru, while you giggle, against Suguru’s hard chest, resting your head for a moment.

“You think it would’ve been fun, him pawning me off huh?” You tease back, and are landed right back in Suguru’s arms, while he and Satoru walk out side by side, and sleep starts to tug at your body, still drained from the hit.

“Of course we would have, you wouldn’t have even missed him.” Gojo winks and you giggle, and you’re pretty sure Suguru is about to lose his mind, walking out then to see the wreckage, it takes your breath for a moment, Suguru’s shoulders slump as he takes in the chaos and destruction.

“Hey, we’ll do better than this.” You say softly, caressing his face, a thumb brushing over a sharp cheekbone. He nods then, sighing and shutting his eyes, as if he can’t take it all in.

“Satoru, thank you for… helping save her.” Satoru blinks in surprise - a thank you is nothing he thought he’d get. “I guess we may cross paths again.”

“I guess we might.” Satoru smiles at you both a little sadly, as if he’d gotten his friend back and he’s going away again, but also it’s a peaceful look, for the moment things are safe for Satoru’s students and friends. For a moment there is peace in his heart as he looks at the two of you. “You’ll have a baby by then.”

“Yes we will.” Suguru murmurs, nodding to him a bit.

“Name it Satoru-”

“No.”

Satoru pouts then, shaking his head. “You know, so ungrateful. I’m out of here, bye sweets.” He winks at you again and throws two fingers up with a grin, disappearing without a trace. You giggle at it, and Suguru keeps glaring daggers.

“You like him far too much.” You sigh, shaking your head.

“We just connect because we both love an emo bitch.”

“An emo… when you’re better, I’m beating the fucking attitude out of you.” Your tummy flips, and you bury your face again in his neck.

“You can’t even do instant transmission like Gojo, huh?”

“Instant… that’s an anime!? I have a dragon, that’s much fucking cooler than Gojo’s shit, hmm?” You just smile against his neck, knowing then, this is him. This is Suguru Geto, the man you lived to see glimpses of. As he’s summoning these giant curses, his rainbow dragon, sitting you right on there and smiling, eyes crinkling and making you melt.

You gasp as you all take off - it’s as if you are some Princess, with a psycho cult leader who loves you, as he pulls you against him, head against his chest while he tenderly brushes your hair back. The exhaustion starts hitting, the fact that you almost lost him, lost everything that you suddenly realize is so important to you, while he inhales the scent of your hair and you fly up.

“Dragons are pretty cool.” You concede softly, earning his chuckle, lips tenderly brushing against your temple.

“I’m sorry I left you last night, I’m so sorry.” You look up sleepily, fuck you’re exhausted, trying to focus on him now.

“I forgive you, Suguru.”

“Should you?” His whisper is soft when you lay back against him again, arms wrapped around his waist.

“Probably not, but I do. I just… want you to never leave me. Promise, please.” You whisper against where his chest is bare, the wind gently rushing across your faces, while he holds you nestled in his arms.

“I promise, Princess. I will never leave you again.”

*****

One year later

You hold your sweet baby Noa against your chest as Suguru puts Mimiko and Nanako to bed, they’re giggling and kissing all over her as they always love to do, but Suguru gently chides them. “Girls, you know it’s well past bedtime.”

“We can help mom with Noa though!” Mimiko crosses her arms, and you smile at her, brushing her hair back.

“I appreciate all your help, but Noa is going to sleep too.” You peek at her precious face, she looks a lot like you but has Suguru’s silky black locks already, too much hair for a little baby to have. And her eyes have the darkest lashes, just like her father, who ruffles both of the girls’ hair now, chuckling.

“Boba tomorrow from your favorite place if you don’t argue.” His sing-song voice works.

“Fine dad.” They say simultaneously, and then the girls kiss you all before finally bouncing off to their rooms, leaving you and Suguru to head toward the nursery, his arm around your waist as your bare feet pad across the floor.

“You always bribe those girls, you know.” He chuckles once more, a sound that’s much more frequent these days, opening up the door for you now, the moonlight filtering through the blinds, illuminating the pretty room, all decorated in pretty pinks and purple by the girls before Noa came.

“I mean, are you arguing the efficiency of these tactics?” Suguru teases, having gone from war tactics to bribery for time alone with you was something quite new to him, but it fit well. Everything felt…

Perfect with you.

With the girls.

With his sweet baby girl, who is already fast asleep against your chest, her pretty face serene as you brush a thumb against a chubby cheek, smiling tenderly, the moon casting shadows across your beautiful face. It fills him with so much tenderness it’s hard to even explain, the way you fit so perfectly, knowing you were the missing piece, filling the void he let grow too long.

Your love for Noa was beautiful to see, of course Suguru adores his little girl, but you were so devoted and constant, also in your love to his girls. Since you met them you were kind, but once you all left and moved out of the country and spent more time, you were fiercely protective and loving of them like they were your own, and the girls had even started calling you mom.

Everything felt too good, and sometimes Suguru wonders if he deserves any of it, any of this happiness, love or joy that you brought him. You look up at him then, a sweet smile on your face, and he walks up to the pretty little white bassinet, brushing Noa’s downy hair back and smiling.

“She looks milk drunk again.” He teases, you shush him, a finger to the lips, a smile on your face.

“She might be, but you know…” your fingertips drift down his chest, over the silk of his robes, making his stomach clench hot with desire. He's been dying to have you, but you two were waiting until you healed up after a bit of a rough labor. The look you give him now makes him ache for you. “I’m feeling very good tonight. I think I pumped enough to have a glass of wine?”

“Fuck…” You cover your giggle and he sighs, hands clenching against your waist too tightly, before releasing you with an exhale. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He exhales and takes your hand, gently tugging you so that you both shut the door quietly of Noa’s room, pressing you against the wall now, arms on either side of your head.

“You’re so excited for wine, Suguru.” You whisper, and you know you fuck with him, he knows you’re aware of the affect you have on him, when you look at him like that under your lidded gaze. “You haven’t gone without drinking, why are you so excited?”

“I’ve gone without drinking alright…” His insinuation makes your cheeks heat up, a blush in the dark, quiet hallway. Although Suguru did have a maids, a cook and a nanny to help you, the home was far quieter than it was with a whole fucking cult living in it. It was much more intimate, private, even though it was hard for you both to get time together alone.

A lot of times, you were exhausted, but you’re wide awake now. All you can do is think about how badly you want him, the most you all have done is months was him toying your clit till you came, and you sucking him down your throat last week when you two had woken up.

He’d been ready to ‘drink you’ last night when the baby started crying, and he’d waited for you to come back only to find you crashed in the rocking chair with Noa. He’d almost had that damn taste on his tongue, but he knows how devoted you are, and fuck he was too, but if he didn’t get to fuck her soon, he was going to lose his fucking mind. 

He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his hair falling softly against your skin as he leans down, eyeing your lips. “What wine do you want, Princess?” He asks, at your command, fuck Suguru is practically ready to kiss your feet if you just let him sink inside you again.

The entire pregnancy until right about the end he’d not left you alone, you were too beautiful, your tits leaking milk, your hips widening to have his baby, the roundness of your tummy, every single mark the baby left. He couldn’t stop devouring you the entirety of it, couldn’t control how sexy you were pregnant, and you’re so beautiful now.

“Some red wine, Sugu. Please.” The nickname always destroys him, he almost falters and just fucks you right in this hallway, instead trying to hold himself together and nodding, gesturing for you to follow.

You both walk slowly to the kitchens, where he opens up one of the wine fridges, and pulls out a bottle of your favorite, one you have had one sip on right after the baby as a little treat. Your cute little squeal of excitement makes him laugh in amusement, pouring you a glass as you watch the dark red liquid swirl.

“Don’t drink too much, you’re gonna be so wasted from like two sips.”

“Will not be! Gimme.” You snatch it up, fingers brushing against his, igniting sparks through the both of you, your eyes meeting his, dark violet in the dimly lit kitchens, he doesn’t let go until you pull back, taking a shaky breath. “Mmm!”

“Yummy?” He pours his own glass, eyeing you over it, the look filling your tummy with more heat than the wine pouring down your throat could, warming you all over.

“So yummy.” You step closer, sipping the sweet liquid, some of it slipping across your lips, and he groans.

“Fuck this.” He sets your glass down and you gasp.

“Excuse me, rude! I can’t have a glass after having your baby?”

“You can have a whole fucking bottle later.” You’re lifted right on the counter, making you so dizzy at how quickly he’s got you lifted, letting out a shaky breath when he slides up the silk of your yukata, watching goosebumps rise against your skin with every inch revealed. “I think I need a drink first.”

“Sugu- ah!” He’s bent down as you’re spread wide on the kitchen counter, kissing a hot messy trail up your thighs, cock throbbing under his robes, already leaking precum just inhaling the scent of your cunt. Your head falls back, revealing your pretty throat as you cry out, arching your hips. “F-fuck…”

“Gonna cum from my breath, huh? Pathetic.” You scowl now, kicking at him with your foot, but he just catches it, smirking up at you as he leans up, his lips a breath against yours, fingers brushing over your bare cunt, and groaning. “No panties, were you wanting this?”

“Of course I w-was, you think I wanted wine?” He moans, slamming his lips against yours, fingers running up and down your slit, your clit twitches when he focuses there, running in circles and making you close just from that. You cling to his silk robes, soft and thick under your fingers, while his tongue starts trailing across your neck, tickling and making you wetter.

“I can’t wait to fuck this perfect cunt again, make you remember that she’s fucking mine.” He’s back down between your thighs as your head rests against the cabinets, uncomfortable as the marble counter is cold under your ass, but all you can think is more.

“Show me then.” He moans softly, on his knees now, so fucking tall he’s counter height to your cunt, and your hands enwrap in his soft raven locks when he presses a hot kiss right against your cunt, watching as you jerk, breathing against you.

“Keep it quiet, slutty little princess, huh?” You nod weakly, fuck it’s been so long since he’s spoken to you like that, since he’s worshipped you like this, and you don’t think you can ever got this long again, not when his tongue laps at your honeyed arousal, making you scream out against your palm. “Fuck… taste your cunt, god she’s so wet f’me, huh?”

“Yes…” You weakly whisper, pulling your hand back just to slam it on your mouth again, the manor you live in is huge but you still don’t want to be that noisy, though it’s damn near impossible as his long tongue slides inside your gummy walls, curling up and making you almost cum from that. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Mnh…” He’s lost then, lost in your taste, in the way your cunt drools down his face, hot and sweet as he drinks it all in, slurping you up while you shatter for him, falling apart with every flick and swirl of his tongue. Your legs start to tremble and he grabs them, spreading them wider, and you can feel your orgasm building up, his teeth nibbling on your clit as you try to keep quiet.

“G-going to cum!” You whisper, but it’s too late, your cunt clenched around his tongue, walls quivering while he curls it up, his nose now hitting your clit, and you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum. “Suguru!”

“That’s it,” he’s sliding his tongue out, sticking two fingers instead, you gasp at the thick, long digits in your cunt, untouched for months, the stretch making you hiss. Your hips are bucking against the counter while he looks up under dark lashes, licking your cunt off his lips. “Another, you can, can’t you princess?”

You nod weakly, and he’s curling those fingertips up against your spongy spot, making you blinded, back down there lapping at your clit and feeling you tighten all around him, that pressure a telltale sign that you’re gonna cum so much for him. “Ah!” You cry out again, biting your lower lip so hard while your head slams the cabinet and you gush down him, orgasm rocking you in waves. “Sugu, too much!”

“You can take more, won’t you be a perfect slut for me? You know you wanna cum again and again. Wanna drown me with all that cum, huh?” His words and their tone fuck you up almost as much as his breath on your clit, while he holds you there, his tongue flicking until your legs finally stop shaking and you collapse, breathing weakly, hands tugging at his hair, burning his scalp.

“Please, fuck me Sugu. God, I need it in me.” Your plea is not going to be denied, not when Suguru almost came from just licking you. He kisses you again, letting you taste your sweetness off his mouth, burying his hands in your hair before picking you up, and you cling to his neck, legs wrapped around him.

“You want it in you, huh?” You just nod weakly, letting him carry you to the room you two share, in moments he has the yukata untied.

“Want it, want it in me so bad- ngh!” Suguru has bared your skin to his gaze, your body swathed in moonlight, for a moment you cover up just a bit, your tummy isn’t the same, and he’s not seen you too much since, earning his glare, as he grips your wrists and eases your arms down.

“You’re as beautiful as the first moment I saw you, so beautiful you made me question if you had some fucking power over me.” He says softly then, easing your worry, a hand brushing over a glimmery mark from Noa, slipping over to your hip and gripping it firmly, watching you tremble in pleasure. “The most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, got it?”

You nod weakly, swallowing emotions as you quickly untie his robes, revealing his toned, perfect body, your hands shake as they touch his chest, feeling his strong muscles under your fingers. “You’re beautiful, too.”

“Shh.” He picks you up now, cock hard and heavy, already leaking precum when he picks you up, lifting your thigh as you sink into the bed, over the dark purple and gold silk covers, the black canopy enveloping the two of you in darkness. The incense lit earlier still linger in the air, mixing with the scent of Suguru, which makes you need him even more.

“Please, please…” You never beg, he wants to smirk down at you and gloat his victory, but he can't. All he can do is slide his tip right on your slit, groaning as he presses in, feeling your heat wrapping his cock.

“Fucking feel you, so tight, god. Slutty cunt is soaked, all for me?” You nod weakly, and then he thrusts his cock all the way inside to the fucking hilt, and you can’t bite back your scream, thankful the room is so far from the girls now, as he watches you and moans, sliding out and back in. “That’s it, she wants it so much, she’s so fucking greedy huh?”

“Shut up and f-fuck me- ah!” Suguru glares as he does just that, and you would smile at getting him all mad if you weren’t close to cumming from being so full, so stretched by his thick veiny cock.

“Talking shit? You’re still such a brat, tsk.” He’s raised your thighs then, bending you in a way you don’t think you can anymore, pausing when you whine out. “Here okay?” He asks softly, for a moment, then when you nod his sweetness is over, and Suguru Geto is fucking you hard, sure strokes that fuck your brain up until it can’t even function.

He knows it too, as he fucks into you, watching you shatter for him, balls slapping against your ass so heavy, so full of his seed ready to pump inside your eager hole, and you’re begging to be filled by him as he moves. Harder and harder, pressing your thighs further against you until he’s got you in a mating press, and you’re clinging to his biceps, nails digging in.

“That’s it, cum again, let me fucking feel you milk me, huh?” He’s nasty like this, filthy words flowing from his lips like poetry, and all you can do is nod - a girl who once said ‘fuck you’ is now saying-

“Fuck me, fuck me, please, yes!”

And Suguru delights in it, making his pretty wife a mess under him, feeling the hips that are wider from having his babies, seeing your breasts squish, a little milk leaking from them, and then he loses it. “Perfect cunt, she’s ready for all this cum, isn’t she?”

“Mnnnhh - ah! Suguru!” You’re unable to answer when he’s holding your thighs up and slamming his cock until you’re drooling, incoherent.

“Asked you - hah - a question, princess,” he has the audacity to say, in between heavy breaths, all you can do is cry out, as he holds back then, just when you’re about to cum, making you whine out. “Answer.”

“You’re such a - ah! - dick I swear, just lemme cum!” You’re digging your nails in his back so hard you leave marks, and he hisses, but you just turn him on more, making him fuck into you brutally now, pinning you under him so you can’t even squirm.

“Answer me.”

“No!”

“Now.”

“Fuck- ngh! Yes, yes, lemme cum, fuck!” He slams his cock deep and rolls his hips now, letting you finally cum all around him, milking his cock with your greedy cunt, he leans down and kisses you, swallowing your every sweet cry.

“That’s it, she wants all that cum, huh?” You nod weakly, tears of pleasure sneaking from the corners of your eyes, and then he pumps you full, moaning and entwining his hands with yours as the cum pulses so deep, and the two of you struggle to catch your breath. “Fuck, princess, taking me so good, huh? Made for me…”

“Mmhmm…” You’re breathless and exhausted when Suguru pulls back, kissing down and across your chest. The two of you lay there for a while each recovering, laughing, and tickling each other’s skin with gentle touches, grinning.

It’s so perfect here with him in this moment. All of the pain feels like a lifetime ago, not forgotten, but long, long forgiven.

“I’m never going this long without your perfect cunt again.” He touches your clit, making you jerk, laughing as he sucks your cum and his off his finger, moaning and kissing you again.

“I don’t wanna go that long either.” You sigh, kissing up his cheek now. “You know, I was thinking…” you trail off, slipping kisses across Suguru’s sweat slicked chest, he moans, his cock so sticky with cum pulsing again just at that, while his hand runs up and down your back.

“Should I fuck you again, so you can’t think?” He raises an arrogant dark brow, and you narrow your eyes, making him chuckle. “What?

“Well… I was thinking we should visit him.”

“VIsit who? Fuck…” You kiss at the base of his neck, making him tug you onto him, straddling his waist, cunt still coated and dripping his white milky liquid pouring down his dark happy trail, pooling in his flat belly button. He rubs your clit again, watching your eyes dilate, your hips shift. “God, look at the mess you’re making.”

“Mmhmm, but I mean visit Satoru.” Suguru’s scowl makes you giggle, he’s unreasonably jealous that you and Satoru stayed friends. It’s occasional calls, but he’s always mad as fuck afterward.

“Why are we bringing up Satoru when you’re dripping cum on me?” He slips you down, grabbing your hips now, thumbs pressing against the lines that Noa left, eyes feasting on your pretty body. “Look at you, fuck you’re perfect.”

“Am not even.”

“You are so perfect. C’mere.” He yanks you down now, your hair falling across his chest, as he cups your face with one hand, the other making you grind on him. You cry out at the contact, earning his smirk. “Shut you up.”

“N-no! I think it would be good f-for you- you’re distracting me!?”

“Sure am.” You pull up and scowl, so adorable he melts like he always does, sighing as he stares up at you in the dark night. “Fine, we can visit him.”

“Yay! It’ll be good for you, your friend seeing you again. I know it.”

“Yeah yeah, we’ll talk about that after I put another baby inside you.” You gasp then, when he’s lifted you, dragging you right back down his length, filling you in one quick stroke, making you scream out, shaking as the burn hits, feeling so fucking good when he bottoms out in your cunt, loud, wet and messy. He bites that lower lip, lashes lowering, while you struggle to breathe.

“You use your cock to distract me, huh?” He answers with a smirk, slamming his cock up inside you then, you cling to his chest, while his hands drift you your hips, and your cunt is spasming. “No more babies yet.”

“Sure, Princess, whatever you say.” You both glare at each other, before they turn into faces of pleasure, before joking little teases morph into cries and moans, before he’s filled you up again, and again, until you’re collapsed against him, so weak and worn out.

You don’t believe him one bit when he’s waking you up and fucking into you, cumming inside you so much your tummy is full of him, not when he grips your chin with that feral look in his fucking eyes - no, Suguru Geto does want more babies, and you can’t say you mind. Not when having his baby was the best thing that happened, and not when you aren’t dying to give him more.

“I love you, Princess.” He murmurs, stroking you from behind, you gasp and arch your back, whining into his kisses.

“I love you, Suguru.” And you fall again, into the arms of a man that once was a monster, but now was simply…

Your Suguru.

Ahhh so if you read both ends, I hope you enjoyedd, if you only read this I also hope you enjoyed. I initially only planned the bittersweet end, but I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH. Thanks for everyone who stuck around and commented and shared your thoughts on this story. See you in the othersss <3

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I did not expect the explosion at the end, my heart just DROPPED 💔💔

Calebs and MC's first kiss should've been a solo card

I'm gonna preface this that I absolutely LOVE the new banner. It's beautiful, the visuals, the outfits, the event and its game, the music, everything is just perfect. Rafayel's card was the first one I got and watching the story I was so satisfied. I didn't expect the depth and lore additions, I thought all the cards would just be some cute flufff which would've been super fine. But they really made an effort to show Rafayel's and MC's relationship progress, the increased emotional intimacy that we all know they both struggle with and how they both matured in their communication skill. It was a beautiful card with emotional payoff and consistent with all of Rafayel's previous cards and the stage of his and MC's relationship stage. I loved it.

Which - sadly - brings me to Caleb. Caleb's my main and so far I thought that he was beautifully written. His relationship with MC, their bond before the explosion and the following awkwardness, grief, anger and sorrow and also relief and joy of being together again was portrayed in a really mature and realistic and emotionally satisfying way.

We have seen them going from anger and despair and estrangement in homecoming wings to a tentative agreement of wanting to be in each other's lives again in endless summer, of getting to know each other again and coming to terms with these new kind of people they are now in deceptive solitude to addressing Caleb's insistence of keeping MC out of his problems and not wanting to show her weakness in hidden waves. In intertwined gold and exclusive aftertaste they dance around their feelings for each other but are too afraid of voicing things in fear of destroying the fragile bond they have manged to establish again and it's just such a beautiful, bittersweet portrayal of two people who are absolutely obsessed with one another but are held back by their history and current circumstances.

Both the main story and the cards have shown the intense tension that hangs between Caleb and MC. We have seen Caleb holding himself back, afraid of going too far and we have seen how much the guilt of his feelings crushes him down, how conflicted he is about wanting MC in a romantic way. The way he called it a literal sin in lucid dream haunts me.

This boy has wanted to kiss MC since forever and has been pining and yearning and longing in such an intense, heart aching way I have never seen before I think. Really, kudos to the animators and the voice actor because every single card had me on the floor.

And then we have MC, who also had always had feelings for Caleb, it's so obvious when you go through their "old days" cards but our girl is also the most oblivious woman in existence lol. I think that subconsciously and at some point definitely consciously she realized Caleb's intentions but deliberately chose to ignore them out of fear that it might change their entire dynamic. Which obviously it would and MC - let's be real here - LOVES being Caleb's little pipsqueak, she loves how he takes care of her and spoils her. He's the most important person in her life. Her biggest fear is to lose him. So yeah, obviously she is just going to ignore things because she think she would have to reject him and doesn't truly realize that she feels the same for him.

tldr: They are both absolutely terrified to take the next step, TERRIFIED.

Which brings me to their first kiss. A first kiss in the context of a relationship dynamic like that should've been a groundbreaking event for both of them. Not the casual, "no big deal" kiss that we got in Caleb's new card. It just doesn't fit. It doesn't fit their history, it doesn't fit their current stage of their relationship dynamic and it - frankly - also doesn't fit the card's story even.

Caleb's first kiss should've been a solo card. It should've had build up and tension, some catalyst that would've finally make them jump off the metaphorical cliff and finally put the feelings they have for each other front and center, either through a confession before the kiss or some kind of event that triggers the kiss and they talk about what it means afterwards.

They actually could've woven it beautifully into the card itself if they wanted to!! MC finds Caleb's letters, reads through them which makes her realize that she could lose Caleb again every single day and that she should stop wasting time. It makes her realize that her feelings for Caleb go way beyond their brother/sister/family dynamic, that she wants him too. Then, they go on the boat date and MC addresses this. She tells him he's the most important person in her life and that she's doesn't want to waste any more time and kisses him. It can still be gentle and soft like it is shown in the card but it would actually fit their history and context. The kiss, as it is now, happens out of nowhere. It doesn't even get addressed afterwards. The date itself is so awkwardly shuffled into the rest of the card's story, honestly I thought it was a dream at first because it's so abrupt and vague.

Don't get me wrong, I love, LOVE the rest of the card. It's beautiful, it made me actually cry. The angst, the bittersweetness of Caleb having to think about possibly dying every single day and MC being the only thing on his mind, it hurts in such a good way. It really shows how much he loves her, it really added depth to his character and up until the kiss I thought this card is his best so far.

As I was watching, I really hoped that it would go in the way I described earlier or that maybe the whole date is a dream either of MC or of Caleb. (It would've been really sweet actually if it was MC's, it could've been like the first time she was dreaming of kissing Caleb and it could've let to some realizations on our girl's part and also some adorable awkwardness where she now becomes flustered in Caleb's presence and he teases her about it.)

And THEN the next card could've been all about their first kiss, for example.

Ugh, Infold, WHY. it's so disappointing, they really dropped the ball on this in my opinion, all that buildup and tension for nothing, just to provide fanservice for players who complain about Caleb and Sylus not having the same kind of spice content the others have yet? I don't know, have you never heard of narrative consistency? Both Sylus and Caleb are being rushed in my opinion, just to satisfy some part of the player community, to the detriment of their chacters and story. Like, I would gladly wait another couple months for a REAL Caleb kiss if it would mean that it would do him and MC justice.

There still needs an emotional payoff, they have still so much to work through, like?? In Deceptive Solitude they were still figuring things out, barely scratching the surface of their many, many walls and issues between them and now they're already kissing as if they're in an established relationship. It just doesn't make sense. The kiss in the spring card is an established couple kiss, not a first kiss between two people who just a couple months ago saw each other as literal family and also one them though the other was dead. Who were experiencing catholic levels of guilt about their forbidden feelings for each other and who did their best to avoid talking about it for YEARS. This will sound dramatic but it's just WRONG. I want more. THEY deserve more.

I can just hope that this card isn't chronological and this truly wasn't their first kiss and that Infold is actually gonna release a first kiss card where they fully explore what it would mean for Caleb and MC to take that step, the emotional fallout, the impact and how they deal with it.

Oh also: What about Caleb's chip? Isn't the chip supposed to regulate and suppress Caleb's emotions any time they cross the programmed threshold? Are you seriously telling me that Caleb, CALEB!!! didn't almost have a heart attack when MC kissed him? Why wasn't the chip activated? Even the Café heartbeat interaction has that built in but not the actual kiss card? COME ON. I'm sorry but this is incredibly lazy writing and another sign that Infold just didn't think this through. I truly wonder what goes on behind the scenes during the production process because - as I said - it's not always like that.

Which makes it even more disappointing because we KNOW that they can do better, they have so much potential and they can truly deliver beautiful, emotionally impactful stories and characters. I mean we are ALL unhealthily obsessed with every single love interest and that truly says something about their skills.

I don't know, if you've read that far I am truly thankful and salute you. I just needed to put this out in the open somewhere because I love the game and I feel like this time, it really failed, in a way. :(

edited for grammar

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Stonehearted 3

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here

AN: Part 3 has arrived! More drama here smhh they should just make out already 😒😒. Anyways, I hope yall enjoy <33 (wc: ~2.2k)

Part 3

"W-well yeah, I haven’t seen... that..." you stammered, the words stumbling out as your face grew warm. You tried to maintain your composure, but it was impossible not to falter beneath his gaze.

His smirk widened, clearly entertained by your flustered state. There was a flicker of something softer beneath the amusement, as if your embarrassment amused him in more ways than one. "And why not?" he teased, stepping closer with calculated slowness. "Is my own wife ashamed of admitting she hasn’t seen her husband naked?" His voice lowered, deliberately suggestive. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you stepped back, refusing to let him completely take control of the moment. "It was you who left me on the bed that wedding night," you shot back, your voice sharp, but the edge of hurt was hard to hide.

He paused, the playful air around him shifting. "Ah right," he said quietly, nodding as his expression turned thoughtful. He remembered that night. How you sat there, dressed in ceremonial silk, your eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and hope back then. "I had my reasons," he said after a moment, more subdued now.

"Yeah? Like what?" you asked, your voice lower, more serious. This time, it wasn’t a taunt. It was a question you had been holding in for months. He pauses, his eyes locked with yours, debating how much to reveal. He decides to throw you off balance, like he usually does in arguments.

"Maybe I wasn't attracted to you." He watches your expression change, seeing the hurt flash in your eyes briefly before you mask it.

You scoffed and looked away, crossing your arms, "Right, cause you've seen multiple naked women already." His eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your accusation. He quickly recovers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he realizes you've hit rather close to home. "Jealous?" He teased.

"You-!" You bit your lip as you cut yourself off, "I'm heading to bed." You huffed angrily as you turned around. He watches you walk away, his smirk fading as he notices the way you bite your lip - a small, subconscious gesture that reveals more than you probably intend. He finds himself suddenly wanting to push further, to provoke a real reaction out of you instead of just the calm facade. "Sleep alone then."

"I will. Like I always do," you replied, your voice calm but edged with quiet resentment. You met his gaze and held it for a moment, your eyes cold and steady, speaking volumes without the need for raised voices. Then, without another word, you turned and walked away. Your footsteps echoed through the hall as you left him standing there, silent and still, the weight of your words hanging in the air behind you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, the silence was broken by the faint creak of your door. You sat up quickly, blinking into the darkness, trying to adjust your eyes. Slowly, you made out Toji's silhouette standing in the doorway, framed by the soft glow of moonlight streaming in through the windows. The light revealed his bare chest, his muscular form casting shadows in the dim room.

"Wha... what are you doing?" you murmured, rubbing your eyes in confusion as you sat up fully. His voice comes out low and raspy in the darkness, "What does it look like? I'm tired of sleeping alone in that cold bed." He takes a few steps into the room, his bare feet silent against the floor. "Does my wife mind if her husband shares her bed?" 

"So you finally felt cold and remembered you have a wife months after our marriage?" You sighed softly. He ignores your sarcasm, instead focusing on the fact that you're not outright kicking him out. He climbs into the bed beside you, pulling the blankets over himself. He's careful not to touch you, keeping a respectable distance. "It's cold, alright?" He mutters defensively.

You looked at him lying beside you on the bed, the sensation strangely foreign. He had never done this before, never crossed the line of sharing space with you beyond what was necessary. The warmth of his presence felt unsettling, and you couldn’t quite shake the awkwardness of it.

"I didn’t even say yes," you muttered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You weren't sure if you were speaking to him or just to the situation itself, but the air between you both felt thick with unspoken tension.

Toji glances over at you, his expression unreadable in the dim moonlight. He shrugs nonchalantly, "Didn't say no either." He settles further into the bed, making himself comfortable as if planning to stay. "Besides, it's my bed too."

You sighed loudly, rolling onto your back and shifting slightly away from him. The distance between you felt oddly comforting at first, but it didn’t last long. Toji noticed the subtle movement and, with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, shifted closer. The space between you was gone in an instant.

His voice was a low murmur in the darkness, teasing but laced with something else. "Didn't realise my wife needed so much space from her husband."

You furrowed your brows, not wanting to engage but unable to stop yourself. "A husband who has never slept on the same bed with his wife until now," you replied, your tone a mix of frustration and exhaustion as you tried to close your eyes and fall back asleep.

His breath catches slightly at your words, realizing how true they are. Instead of responding immediately, he shifts onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one elbow. “Maybe I just decided tonight that I wanted to." His voice drops lower, "Though I notice you're not exactly complaining."

"Ran out of women to sleep with?" you muttered, eyes still closed, your tone sharp and laced with irritation. "You've probably slept with every female within a 200-meter radius."

His eyes flash dangerously in the darkness, but his expression remains neutral. He ignores your jab, instead pulling the blanket closer around himself so that it wraps around both of you, eliminating any more space between you. “You jealous?" He taunts again.

"Disgusted." I corrected him as I pulled back my blanket. Toji's jaw tightens slightly, but he keeps his voice calm and even. "Disgusted by what? The fact that I have experience, or the fact that I'm not sleeping with anyone else right now?" He shifts again, this time rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. 

You ignored his words as you tried to fall back asleep. He lies there for a long moment, his mind racing. He's used to women throwing themselves at him, not pushing him away. And yet, here he is, lying in bed with his wife, who clearly wants nothing to do with him. It's frustrating. Infuriating. And for some reason, it only makes him want to provoke a reaction out of her more. "You know, most wives would be thrilled to have me in their bed."

"Maybe it's because they invited you into their beds, instead of you barging into their room in the middle of the night," you said, your voice low and cold, slicing through the stillness of the dark room.

Moonlight spilled faintly across the floor, casting silver outlines on the furniture. Toji’s eyes crinkled in the dim light as he fought back a smirk. Even in the quiet of the night, you managed to catch him off guard. He turned his head slowly toward you, his expression unreadable, voice dripping with mock offense. "Barging? I live here too, you know."

You met his gaze through the shadows, unbothered. "Clearly, your first time in this particular room." He chuckled and reached out, plucking your blanket out from under you, pulling it over to his side of the bed. "Maybe I just wanted to get to know my wife better." He says, his tone light, but his gaze intense in the darkness.

"In the middle of the night on a random Tuesday?" you added, your tone laced with disbelief as you stared at him through the dim shadows. The silence that followed was thick, only broken by the faint rustle of sheets and the distant hum of night beyond the window.

He smirks slightly, shifting onto his side again to face you, their faces inches apart. "You're awful. Do you know that? Most women would kill for a charming midnight visit from me." He deliberately closes the gap, his breath ghosting against your ear.

"Well, I'm not most women," you said coolly, your voice steady and calm in the quiet darkness. The words hung in the air between you, firm and unapologetic, daring him to challenge you.

His grin widens, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. He loves her sharp tongue, loves the way she stands up to him. Most people cower in his presence, but not her. She meets him head-on, and it's intoxicating. 

"I'm aware," he said, a hint of amusement flickering in his voice as he lingered near you for just a moment longer before leaning back against the pillow, your blanket now draped over him without apology. "For someone who's so 'disgusted' by me, you sure have a lot to say at midnight… while lying in the same bed," he added, his tone teasing, eyes half-lidded with smug satisfaction.

"You forced yourself onto the bed," you shot back, your voice sharp but quiet, laced with irritation as you tugged at the blanket in vain.

"Semantics." He waves a dismissive hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners again. He's enjoying this back and forth more than he should. "You could have gotten up and slept somewhere else." He challenges, his tone daring her to argue more.

"You're right." You replied as you sat up on the bed, doing a big stretch first. His eyes widen slightly in surprise as you suddenly sit up. He didn't expect you to take him up on his challenge. He watches as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, a strange mix of disappointment and amusement swirling in his chest. "Where are you going?"

"To the somewhere else like you said," you muttered, grabbing your pillow with a huff. You sat up, the mattress shifting slightly beneath you, and threw him one last glare before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The cool air of the room bit at your skin, but your pride burned warmer than any blanket he had stolen.

He sits up as well, reaching out to grab your arm before you can get out of bed. His grip is firm, but not painful. "I was joking." He says, his voice a little softer now. "Stay in bed. It's big enough for the both of us." You glanced at him before giving in and lying back onto the bed. 

He releases your arm as you settle back into the bed, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulls the blanket back up to his waist, leaving your side of the bed cold and empty. He's testing you, seeing if you'll scoot closer for warmth or stay on your side.

Your hand then searched for the blanket in the dark before yanking it away from him and wrapping it around yourself. He laughs softly, his head turning towards the sound of you pulling the blanket away from him. He doesn't even try to fight for it, instead letting you wrap yourself up in the warmth. He turns onto his side, facing away from you, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. 

You then closed your eyes, trying to go back to sleep. He remains on his side for a few moments, his laughter slowly dying down. He listens to the sound of you trying to fall back asleep, your breathing slow and steady. After a while, he sighs softly and turns back over, facing you once again.

Your back was turned, facing him. "You know," he says softly into the darkness, his voice barely above a whisper. "People would at least have the decency to sleep facing the other person when they're sharing a bed. But you... you just turn your back on me." There's a slight teasing note in his voice.

He smirks slightly at your lack of reply. He thinks you might be sleeping already. He throws one arm above his head, making himself more comfortable. He then freezes slightly as he realizes something. He looks down at your side of the bed, his smirk widening slowly. "Damn."

He bites back a laugh, realizing that you're sleeping and didn't hear his little comment. He watches your back for a few moments, noticing the way the blanket clings to your form, highlighting your curves. He shakes his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. He lies there for a few more moments, his thoughts wandering. He eventually gives in and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

AN: OOOH he's getting closer and even sniffing you?? BOYYYY. 🫣🫣Tysm if you've read until here, part 4 he gets even touchier ehehehe. Like and follow for part 4! As always these are posted on ao3 (@variadims) if that's your preferred reading place <33

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I have so many ideas for future fics but I have to complete the current ones 😖💔💔

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This makes me wanna start a Caleb fic soon AHSXJMSKSK I have to finish the toji fic first oml 😖😖 OH DEAR AND THE VESSEL ONE. I’m cooked 😰

hehehe what do u think about MC developing a silly crush on gideon nothing too serious and writing about it on her diary which…big bro caleb stumbles upon by COMPLETE accident, he wasn’t even going to read too much into it!! but he starts to notice the way MC starts to giggle and blush around him….he was already losing his mind before but now hes going BALLISTIC!! like pinning you against the wall and questioning why you like gideon so much? you think hes cooler than your big brother? what is it??! he can change!! he can be whatever u want him to be!! he can do it all!!

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cws: not super proof-read, invasion of privacy, jealousy obvi, not *really* yandere but you could imagine it if you wanted, crying, guilt, guilt tripping, manipulation, pseudo-incest (or just incest. again, you can imagine it however you like for this one), threats, gaslighting, possessiveness, accusations, toxic caleb just kind of happened oops, as you can tell i like my fictional men a little insane, some other stuff too.

a/n: I looooove this request 😭 mostly bc I had already imagined it and probably already fucked myself to it lwk LMAO. I completely forgot to make him finding the diary an accident while I was writing this I’M SORRY. but I’m not even taking reqs rn because I just don’t have the time but this had to happen so ty anon!

a/n2: i didn’t really hit the smut on this because the intro was so fucking long. this is like 2k words so there’s no smut but i could write a second part of this that’s all smut if anyone wanted me to 👀

and to anyone else that has a req in my inbox, probably from literal weeks ago, I’m sorryyyyyyy I was going through a drug addiction when you sent it and literally fried my brain and I’m still hella burnt out. this was just kind of a special occasion plsdonthurtme 🙏

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jealous! caleb respects your privacy, respects every single part of you, of course. but when there are noticeable changes in you, he’s gonna worry. it’s only natural. of all the people on this planet, he’s the only one that truly has your best interests in mind and the will to protect you from any and all threats. this is just something that he has to do for your own good. that’s what he tells himself when he finds himself logging into your computer (easily guessing the password that you have set on the device. he’s sure that he’s taught you about good cyber security. what if he were some kind of pervert looking of intimate things on here? you gotta do better than this, pips, he thinks as he slowly scrolls through application after application. he even skims through your dms, just itching to find out that some total zero is talking to himself in your inbox. he’ll beat the guy into a coma.

jealous! caleb gives himself a few minutes of scrolling and searching just to scratch this itch but right before he’s about to return everything back to how he found it, he finds a small pink icon hidden within a folder on your computer’s start menu with a heart shaped lock on it and it doesn’t exactly take a rocket scientist to guess what it could possibly be. the question is, should he? it is exactly what he was looking for, isn’t it? god, it is. his palms are already itching with anticipation and the need to know what kind of secrets you’ve hidden away in the digital diary is too strong to rationalize himself out of. “don’t do it. don’t do it. don’t do it. don’t do it.” he mutters to himself as his leg starts to jump with apprehension.

jealous! caleb’s thumb slipped. it did! it totally slipped on accident by mistake and this wasn’t intentional at all! and every single excuse that he thinks of completely flies out of his head when his hungry eyes begin to devour page after pagr of the intimate journal. he even recognizes a few moments that you’ve written about that the two of you shared together and it equally warms his heart as well as soaks the vital organ in guilt. fuck, he really sucks for this doesn’t he? the guilt isn’t strong enough to stop him, of course. especially not when he comes across an entry from like eight months ago (around the time that he started noticing that you were becoming more and more interested in going out with he and his friends rather than your own.) you’d began following he and his guy friends around like a lost puppy, not than anyone ever complained about it, but it still warranted your big brother’s concern.

jealous! caleb feels sick when he reads the words, receives the explanation that he was dying for. and he hates it. he hates reading about how fucking cute you think gideon is, how funny his jokes are, how impressed you are that fucking gideon never fails to remember things about you like your favorite flavor of soda or the exact book that you told him you were currently reading. is that really all that it takes, ms. low standards? you go on and on and on for several entries, for several goddamn months, about it. it’s all gideon this and that. it’s pages and pages of ‘he’s so thoughtful’ and ‘he’s so handsome’ and you wondering how you can be more appealing to him, how you can make him happy, how you can please him. it’s insane, actually, reading about how badly you want to appeal to goddamn gideon of all people. you know who else is thoughtful and handsome?? the man that’s been caring for you and worshiping you since the day you were born. him. caleb. your big brother. he’s right here and he’s all yours and you should know that by now.

jealous! caleb paces the living room floor like a maniac when he finally finishes his reading and logs out of your computer, not bothering with hiding the evidence of his wrongdoing. what’s the point? he all but creates a draft in the hallway, spending what’s gotta be hours just pacing back and forth. until you finally get home from—he doesn’t fucking care where you’re coming from. you smile at him as you kick your shoes off on the mat and tell him that you’re going to get a head start on your homework. “not so fast, pipsqueak,” he calls to your turned back. the confused expression on your face heats his blood to a nearly boiling temperature. you find the audacity to ask him what’s the matter with him. and, of course, your big brother knows that you’re not a mind-reader. you couldn’t actually know what his problem is, but don’t you think you should be able to make an educated guess? he’d be able to guess your exact ailment with no details if the roles were reversed.

jealous! caleb tells you that he doesn’t understand you. he doesn’t understand what your problem is lately. “did i do something wrong?” he phrases it more as an accusation than a question. “or are you trying to hurt me for fun?” and the pain in his voice spikes your heart rate like nothing else ever has. “what are you-?” he crosses the room like any predator would. “fucking gideon?” he snaps. “gideon?!” he reaches for your smaller hands to keep you tethered to him at first but a more dominant and primal instinct takes your brother over as soon as the two of you make contact. he corners you against the wall with his broad body and pushes your right against it, pinning your wrists to the surface. he looks down on you with something less than love, though he hasn’t lost any love for you. he could never. he’s just… frustrated with you right now. and you’d be cruel to deny him of the chance to express his feelings. you’d be completely selfish if you didn’t let him.

jealous! caleb lowers his voice to a near growl as he shakes with rage, mostly rage directed at gideon for having the gall to exist right now. “you didn’t write about me nearly as much as you did him.” he spits out. that’s all you need to hear to connect the dots. “you… you read my diary? caleb, what the fuck?!” he raise your voice. he shakes his head at you. “that’s not the point, we can address that later!” he holds both of your wrists in one large palm without effort and uses the newly-freed hand to cup your chin. “right now, i wanna know what about him is so much better than me? it can’t be attentiveness, i do everything for you. fuck, baby, i’d breathe for you if i could, just so you wouldn’t have to expend the effort. i’d do anything for you to not need or want anyone other than me.” he spits the confession out, not caring if it shocks you because it really shouldn’t. he’s not subtle about the way that he feels about you. “has he touched you?” caleb questions when the realization hits him. “have you ever let him touch you?”

jealous! caleb doesn’t really care what the answer is, even when you assure him that you haven’t. you cry and promise that it’s just a crush. it’s just a small crush and there’s nothing to be upset about. he knows that you’re right but he just doesn’t care. your first crush should’ve been him. it should be me instead, he cries to himself. he should be the first man that you ever like or love, the first one to claim your kiss, your first time. he grips your chin roughly and leans in to whisper against your trembling lips. “have you kissed him?” his voice drips with venom that only serves to tell you that if hears an answer that he doesn’t like, he’s going to do something rash today. you shiver under the violet gaze that your brother usually reserves for people that he looks down on. it doesn’t feel great to be on the receiving end of it at all. you tell him the truth though. “n-no.”

jealous! caleb takes your word for it and that alone saves gideon’s life. “have you ever kissed anyone?” he press his body against yours and keeps voice low so that you know his words are spoken only for you. you purse your lips together and shake your head no. caleb studies you carefully. he considers his every word but can’t seem to really… string words together that can fully express the depth of his hurt. all that he knows right now is that he doesn’t want to hurt in this way again. he never wants another man to have your first anything ever again. he already missed out on your first crush but he won’t let some lame motherfucker taste your lips first. he pulls your chin until your mouths are meet and he completely takes over yours, willing to do all of the work until your slow brain catches up. he moans against your mouth and presses his body against yours, not giving you even a centimeter of space. he tries to suffocate you. he wants it to hurt a little. he wants you to feel a little physical pain so that you can know the emotional pain that your little crush has put him through. he wishes that he could just flip a switch in your brain and turn the crush on gideon off. and then flip a second switch and become the one that turns you on.

jealous! caleb keeps you held securely in one spot as he pries your lips apart with his tongue and kisses you fiercely, kisses you full of his pain and pleasure. he lets you feel how hard he’s growing in his pants just from the taste on your lips alone. “feel that?” he breaks the kiss for a fraction of a second. “feel it? that’s what you do to me. gideon couldn’t measure up to that. i can be more than him.” he pushes your lips together again when you try to take the break to protest. “just be quiet and kiss me back, please.” he begs you. he bends his knees and uses the hand that isn’t capturing your wrists to get some leverage and pins your hip against the wall too. he pins you down like you’re nothing more than a rare butterfly to make a cute decoration. he claims your lips in ways that other people haven’t even imagined doing to each other. a minute passes and you learn his rhythm soon, finding time between each sloppy smack to take a breath. a pass of his tongue, you exhale. you moan like he does when you feel him press the shameless erection right between your legs, not really giving you friction where you’d like it (if you… would ever like something like this with your brother of course…) but you turn into a sopping mess too.

jealous! caleb’s lips practically beg yours to just submit. he gropes at you and only pulls away to let you gasp for air. he doesn’t care about his own oxygen intake though so he focuses on kissing along your jaw while you catch your breath. like he said, he’d breath for you if only you’d let him. caleb touches you like you’re already lovers. “gideon wouldn’t even know what to do with all this.” he swears. “caleb..” you whimper, wanting him to calm down, wanting a chance to plead your case even if he doesn’t want to hear it. “shh, baby,” he hushes you. he breaks his hold on you to scoop you into the air, having no difficulty carrying you like he did when you were kids, having made it a point to train his body to be able to take care of you as the two of you grew up. “gege isn’t mad at you, really.” he means is words. he kicks open his bedroom door, not willing to destroy yours with all the things he’s planning on doing to you. “i’m only mad at gideon for confusing you now. but don't worry, I'll take care of him.” caleb’s voice is dark when he says this, causing you to worry for gideon’s safety. but his hands are tender all over you and you know that you don’t have anything to worry about. he’d never hurt you the way that you hurt him. never.

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Stonehearted 2

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here

AN: A lot of arguing and bickering in this part. Anyways enjoy! (wc: ~3.4k)

Part 2

He returned to his room after eating his dinner, where the tea was still there, closing the door behind him. His gaze immediately falls on the untouched tea sitting on his desk. He stands there for a moment, staring at it before suddenly reaching out and grabbing the cup. It was still slightly warm, and it smelled good. He brings the cup to his nose, smelling the tea. His eyebrows shoot up slightly. It genuinely smells good. He takes a small sip, his eyes widening slightly. It's sweet, just the way he likes it. His expression slowly softens slightly. He takes another sip, then another.

He finds himself drinking the entire cup without realizing it. As he sets the empty cup back down, he feels a strange sense of warmth spread through him. It's not just the heat of the tea, but something else. Something he can't quite put his finger on. "Damn thing actually tastes decent." He mumbled to himself. 

He glances at the empty cup, then back at the door. He's not one to easily admit defeat or show appreciation. But this tea... it was good. Really good. He finds himself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you're not as useless as he initially thought.

He suddenly stands up, his chair scraping against the floor. He walks over to the door, opening it quietly. Peeking out into the hallway, looking both ways before stepping out and walking towards the dining room, his footsteps were silent,  "Where is she..."

You were having your dinner quietly as usual in the dining room. Rice, meat, fish, and vegetable dishes decorated the table, serving for one person. He pauses in the doorway of the dining room, watching you eat alone at the table. The food looks delicious and arranged. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe as he observes you. Your eating habits are surprisingly neat and polite, unlike his messy style.

It wasn't your first time eating alone, so you didn't notice his presence at first. He watches you for a few moments longer, his expression unreadable. He pushes off the doorframe and walks silently into the dining room, approaching the table from behind you. He stops right behind your chair, close enough that you can feel his presence but not close enough to touch.

"Ah tha-" You said before looking up at him towering over you, "Oh... I thought you were a servant." You sounded disappointed as you turned back to continue eating. He raises an eyebrow at your disappointed reaction to seeing him instead of a servant. He pulls out a chair opposite to you and sits down, grabbing a chopstick to start stealing food from your plates. He helps himself to the rice, meat, fish, and vegetables, not asking for permission.

You glared at him stealing your food, "If you’re still hungry, you could have told a servant." He pauses mid-bite, glancing up at you with a mildly annoyed smirk. "Why bother with servants when the food is already right here?" He shrugs, continuing to help himself to your meal without apology. After swallowing a large bite of fish, he leans back, studying you curiously.

Ignoring his loud munches and chewing, you continued eating quietly. He watches you eat silently again. Your mannerisms are ladylike and quiet, unlike his own loud eating habits. He steals another piece of meat from your plate, testing your reaction. When you don't complain or swat his hand away, he steals another piece, then another. "You eat slowly." He said as he stuffed another piece into his mouth. 

"You eat too fast. Might cause stomach problems." You replied. He pauses with a chopstick of rice halfway to his mouth, looking momentarily surprised, then with a slight smirk, he quickly shovels the rice into his mouth anyway. He chews loudly, deliberately exaggerating the action as if daring you to nag him further about his manners.

You furrowed your brows slightly, a sense of frustration bubbling inside you. He had ruined the entire meal. Invading your space, noisily chewing with an almost deliberate disregard for your comfort. The sound of each bite, loud and grating, seemed to echo through the room, each one making it harder to focus on anything but his inconsiderate behavior.

You tried to push through it, taking another bite, but the food suddenly tasted bland, as if the tension in the air had soured everything around you. With a sigh, you placed your chopsticks down, the movement slow and deliberate. You looked at your plate for a long moment, but no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the irritation lingered, thick and uncomfortable, in the pit of your stomach.

He watches as you place your chopsticks down, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He's successfully ruined your meal, just as he intended. He reaches out and steals the last piece of meat from your plate, popping it into his mouth with a triumphant grin. "Done already?"

"Leaving room for dessert later." You glanced away, raising your glass and taking a sip of water. His eyes flick down to your lips as you sip the water. He swallows hard, suddenly realizing that he's been enjoying this little meal argument more than he should. He sets his chopsticks down, mimicking your action. "Dessert, huh?"

You glanced at him and he held your gaze, his smirk softening into a more genuine expression. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "What kind of dessert are you thinking? Something sweet I hope."

"What would you like?" You looked at him as you placed your glass down. He uncrosses his arms slowly, watching your graceful movements. "Hmm..." He was pretending to think hard, "Chocolate?" He watches your expression closely wanting to see what your reaction will be.

"Then tell it to a servant." You replied coldly. He runs his thumb thoughtfully across his lower lip, suppressing a smile at your sudden coldness. "Where's the fun in that? I'd rather get it directly from the lady herself." He leans forward slightly, maintaining eye contact.

"Would you rather I make you one?" You raised an eyebrow. His eyebrows shoot up in pleasant surprise, clearly not expecting that offer. A slow grin spreads across his face as he leans back in his chair, shrugging casually. "Well, if the lady insists... Sure, l'd love to see you try your hand at dessert-making. 

You rolled your eyes. "I'd rather be the dessert." you mumbled to yourself. He freezes mid-grin, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense focus. For a moment, he's speechless, his mind racing to comprehend what he just heard. Then, his grin widens into a hungry smile, his gaze lingering on your lips, "What was that?"

"Well, too bad I'm not good at cooking or baking," you said with a forced smile, the corners of your lips lifting though your heart wasn’t in it. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. It was the kind of laugh that was more felt than heard, and it sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. His eyes never left yours, glinting with something unreadable, dangerous, perhaps even playful, but never soft.

"Shame," he murmured, his voice low and deliberately slow, laced with something that made your breath hitch. Then he leaned in, closing the distance between you. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the air between you growing thick with tension. "But I'm sure you'd be delicious regardless," he whispered, his words brushing against your skin like a dark promise, leaving your thoughts spinning and your heart racing despite yourself.

You snapped your head to him, "What?"

"Nothing." He smirks, watching your reaction.

He found your innocence amusing, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Most women would have melted at a line like that, eager to fall into whatever game he was playing. But you, reserved and cautious while holding your composure, only intrigued him more.

With a slow, almost absentminded motion, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing just a hint of his toned chest. He was not even trying, yet the effect felt deliberate in its own way. His eyes remained fixed on you, his voice low and casual. "So, you can't cook?"

You held your ground, refusing to let the slight flutter in your chest show. "I may be a housewife, but cooking has never been my specialty," you replied, your tone light but calm. Your eyes briefly flicked to the newly exposed skin at his collar before you quickly returned your gaze to his face, pretending not to notice the quiet shift in atmosphere. 

He notices your glance at his collar and smirks, leaving the button undone deliberately. "Well, that's alright. Not every woman needs to excel at cooking to be perfect." He leans back, stretching his arms above his head casually, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a strip of toned stomach. You looked away, your voice quiet as you mumbled, "That's a first coming from you."

He chuckled in response, the sound rich and slightly amused. Lowering his arms, he tilted his head slightly, watching you with interest. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his tone not mocking this time, but genuinely curious. "You think I'm the type to only care about a woman's cooking skills?" he continued, raising an eyebrow as if waiting for you to confirm his suspicion.

You met his gaze, hesitant but honest. "You don’t seem to be an open-minded kind of man. More... traditional," you replied, choosing your words carefully. For a moment, there was silence between you, not awkward, but heavy with unspoken thoughts. He quirks an eyebrow, surprised by your assessment. With a slow smile, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, "Traditional? Well, I suppose I do have certain expectations for a lady."

"Yeah like doing the laundry... mopping floors..." You droned on. He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound. "And what's wrong with that? A woman in her place, taking care of the home and her man..." He trails off, his gaze lingering on you. He continues, his tone serious now, "I expect a woman to be submissive, to respect her husband's authority, to bear his children and raise them properly." He pauses, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

"Typical." You replied, rolling your eyes. He ignores your dismissive comment, pressing on. "I expect her to be modest, to dress conservatively, to not draw attention to herself." He takes a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving your face. "And I certainly expect her to be a virgin when she marries."

You raised an eyebrow at him and he noticed. "What? Too traditional for you?" He leans back in his chair, spreading his arms out on the backrest, making himself more comfortable. "I believe in old-fashioned values. A woman should be pure and innocent until her wedding night."

"So what does it say about the husband if she's still a virgin, months after the wedding night?" you asked, your voice calm but laced with meaning. You looked at him deliberately, your eyes holding just enough suggestion to make your words sting.

His gaze sharpened. He caught the implication immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, the line of his jaw tightening as he sat up straighter in the chair. His hands curled around the armrests, the tension in his knuckles betraying the emotion he usually kept buried.

"It suggests that the husband is either impotent or incompetent," he said flatly, each word deliberate and cutting. His voice held no trace of humor now. It was a rare, unguarded moment, one where the weight of his pride met the sting of your truth.

You offered a slow, knowing smile. "Hm. I figured," you replied, a slight smirk playing on your lips. The silence that followed was thick, but you both knew exactly what had been said. No denial. No deflection. He held your gaze, unmoving, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, but the air between you buzzed with the tension of words unspoken and boundaries quietly tested.

He appreciates the way you challenge him, even if it's at his expense. "You're a sharp one, aren't you?" He says, his voice low. "Most women wouldn't dare insinuate such a thing to my face."

"Well, most women already slept with you," You said as you stood up, "I will be taking my leave now." He watches you stand up, his eyes flicking down your body before meeting your gaze again. A smirk plays on his lips as he stands up as well.

"Indeed, they have." He admits unapologetically, walking around the table to stand in front of you. He towers over you, his height and presence dominating. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, women usually leave with bruises if they speak to men the same way you speak to me." His eyes flick down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again.

"Good thing we're married." You gave him a cold look as you raised your head to talk to him. A low chuckle escapes him as he straightens up, giving you some space. "True, married women have certain... privileges." He smirks, folding his arms across his broad chest. "Like the privilege of arguing with their husbands whenever they please." He finds your attitude refreshing – no batting eyelashes, no trying to seduce him like most women do.

"You do realize most women try to sleep with me instead of meaningless arguments?" he said, tilting his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. His tone was confident, almost mocking, as if daring you to be impressed or jealous.

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you met his gaze with calm, steady eyes and replied, "They didn’t marry you, did they?" Your voice was cool, measured, and laced with quiet defiance. The smile on his face faltered for just a second, the playful glint in his eyes shifting into something darker, something more focused. Then his smirk widens slightly at your bluntness. You have a point, none of those women ever got to wear his ring. He looks down at the wedding band on his own finger, a rare moment of contemplation crossing his face. "No, they didn't." He admits quietly. "You did."

"Right. It was arranged." You said as you turned away from him slightly before he spoke up again. 

"Yes, it was arranged," he said, his voice quieter now, as if admitting something he rarely gave thought to. He paused for a moment, studying your face, then added with a flicker of curiosity, "Does that bother you? The fact that our marriage wasn't born out of love or some grand romance?"

You considered his question, your expression unreadable. After a moment, you turned back around slightly and replied, "Isn't that what marriage is like these days?"

His expression becomes more serious, intense. "In my circle, yes. Arranged marriages, marriages of convenience... they're common. But I've never expected to have a wife who..." He trails off, seeming to catch himself. "Who talks back like you do."

 You scoffed as you turned away again, "Consider me special." A genuine laugh escapes him, something rare for a man of his status and reputation. "Special? You're certainly that." He reaches out, gently catching your chin between his fingers to turn your face back towards him. "Do you know how many women would kill to be where you are right now?"

You looked up at him, seemingly annoyed, "What are you doing?" His thumb brushes against your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle considering his tough exterior. "Just... trying to understand you." He releases your chin abruptly, as if realizing he's crossed some invisible line. "You’re acting like being my wife is a chore. Like you'd rather be anywhere else."

You scoffed again as you brushed his hand away, your touch swift and firm. "You have no idea," you said, taking a deliberate step back to create space between you. He watched you carefully, something shifting behind his eyes. There was a flicker of frustration mixed with intrigue. No woman had ever dared to push him away like that before. They usually leaned in, sought his attention, and tried to impress him. But you pulled back without hesitation, and that unsettled him more than he expected.

His hand curled into a fist at his side, the tension in his posture rising, though he made no move to stop you or close the distance. "So, you'd leave if you could?" he asked, his voice low and tinged with something unreadable.

You met his gaze, your tone steady and calm. "I don't have the option to."

"Right," he said, letting out a soft laugh that carried no amusement. "Trapped. Like a trophy wife." His voice turned sharp, almost accusatory. "No wonder you're so miserable." He kept his eyes on you, unblinking, watching for the slightest shift in your expression. He was waiting for a reaction, looking for something to crack, to confirm that his words had hit their mark.

"Perhaps," you said with a cool shrug. "Or maybe my husband is exactly like you said. Impotent or incompetent." His eyes darkened instantly, narrowing at your words. A muscle in his jaw twitched, the only visible sign of the fury simmering beneath his composed exterior. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. Not his subordinates. Not even his own family.

You had crossed a line, and you both knew it. He took a slow, deliberate step toward you. The air seemed to grow heavier with each inch he closed between you. When he spoke, his voice was low and sharp, like a warning wrapped in silk.

"You have no filter now, do you?" His eyes searched yours, daring you to back down. But you didn’t flinch. You stood still, meeting his glare with calm defiance, refusing to be the one to look away first.

"Do I need one at this point?" You sighed as you looked away, tired from all this arguing. He stops in his tracks, stunned momentarily by your brazen response. A slow, almost incredulous smirk spreads across his face. "Apparently not." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Impotent or incompetent, huh? Those are fighting words coming from a wife."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly amused by your sharp response. No one had ever matched his attitude like you did. He leaned in slightly, testing you further. "So, if I were competent and... potent, would you even notice?"

You met his gaze without flinching. "How would I know? You've never been that way." His eyebrows shoot up at your blunt reply, a burst of laughter escaping him despite himself. "Touché." He crosses his arms, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "Bold words from a woman who's never seen her husband in action."

"I've seen your sword skills plenty of times," you said, your voice steady, as if the meaning behind your words didn’t faze you in the least.

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. The sound was sharp, almost incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe you’d taken it that way. "That's not what I meant," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, clearly enjoying the twist. His smirk shifted, turning playful, and the mischievous glint in his eyes grew sharper, more daring.

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze never leaving his, intrigued by the boldness in his voice. He pushed off from the wall, stepping closer to you again, the distance between you growing smaller. His voice dropped lower, taking on a teasing edge. " I'm talking about myself in bed, not sword practices.”

He leaned in just enough for you to feel his presence, his words carrying weight as they lingered in the air. His eyes never left yours, studying your reaction with an intensity that suggested he was savoring every moment. He watched, his smirk deepening as he noticed the slight twitch of your eyebrow, the only sign of your response.

It was a challenge, a game, and he was enjoying it. The space between you seemed to hum with anticipation, the tension thickening with every word he spoke.

AN: Tysm if you've read until here, part 3 might be released a little later as I'm getting really busy with personal stuff these days. As always remember to like and follow for part 3! These are posted on my ao3 account as well, user in bio <33

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Stonehearted 1

Toji x Reader

Taking place during the Heian era, you and Toji Fushiguro, Zenin clan leader,  have been married for months in an arranged union. Despite your best efforts to build a connection, he has remained distant and emotionally closed off. Slowly but surely, the weight of his indifference and infidelity begins to wear you down, leaving you emotionally drained and tired of chasing warmth that was never there to begin with.

AN: Back with a new fic! I might finish the previous one another day, but I'm most excited for this one. There isn't much plot here since this is just an introduction. Part 2 will be coming very soon, I have a draft of it rn. Anyways enjoy this part for now and remember to follow for part 2! Leave a like and comment as well. These are posted on my ao3 account as well, user in bio <33 (wc:1.2k)

Part 1

You and Toji Fushiguro have been bound in marriage for several months now. It was an arranged union, one neither of you had chosen but both had accepted out of family obligation. From the very beginning, you made every effort to bridge the distance between you, hoping that time and patience would eventually melt the barrier he kept so firmly in place.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and eventually, the months began to feel like years. Yet despite all your efforts, Toji remained the same emotionless, distant, and cold husband. There was no warmth in his words, no tenderness in his gaze. It felt as if you were living with a stranger carved from stone. 

Whispers began to swirl quietly through the household, soft at first, like distant echoes carried by the wind. Servants exchanged uneasy glances, and hushed conversations abruptly fell silent whenever you entered a room. It did not take long before the rumors grew louder, forming gossip about Toji's frequent absences and mysterious late-night returns. People began to talk about the women he was seen with in the city, the lavish dinners he supposedly attended with others, and the intimate company he kept while you waited alone in the home you shared.

Although no one dared to say it to your face, the truth clung to every word spoken behind closed doors. Toji was unfaithful. The man who could not spare a kind word for you seemed to have no trouble charming and flirting with others. While you tried to keep the marriage afloat, holding onto fragments of hope, he had already turned his attention elsewhere. Every passing rumor became a quiet wound, confirming what you had feared all along. His heart had never been yours in the first place.

Little by little, the weight of his indifference and infidelity began to wear you down. Your hope that things might change started to fade, replaced by quiet exhaustion. You were growing weary, not just of his icy demeanor but of trying to reach someone who had no desire to be reached.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice sharp as he steps out of the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. Water still clings to his skin, but the warmth of the steam does nothing to soften his expression when he sees you standing in his room. He narrows his eyes, clearly irritated by your presence. "Did I give you permission to be here?" he says coldly, the glare in his eyes cutting deeper than his words ever could.

"I bought some tea for you." You said as you held a tray with a teapot and two cups, looking at him as if you wanted to spend some tea time together. One last try to form a connection, you thought to yourself. All your efforts had been in vain, and you wanted to give this one last shot, “Would you want to-”

“Leave.” He cut you off, turning his back against you, not even glancing at you. You bit your lip in anger as you placed the tray on the table in front of you, turning around and sliding the door closed behind you. 

He watches you leave, his expression unchanging. As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, he lets out a small sigh. He runs a hand through his damp hair, his gaze lingering on the closed door. "Stupid tea," he mutters to himself. "Stupid wife."

You stood outside the door, your back pressed against the wooden door. Every word he spoke reached your ears with painful clarity, each one a quiet reminder of how unwelcome you were in his world. A soft sigh escaped your lips, weary and worn.

For months, you had tried to win his favor, clinging to any sliver of hope that he might eventually warm to you. You wore the perfumes men typically liked, dressed in ways you thought might catch his attention, subtly revealing just enough to remind him that you were his wife. But none of it ever made a difference.

The worst of it all still lingered in your memory—your wedding night. A moment meant for closeness, for vulnerability, and for new beginnings, but instead, he left you alone in that cold, empty bed you were supposed to share. That night, the silence between you spoke louder than any rejection ever could. 

After a few minutes, he finishes getting dressed and heads out of his room, not bothering to call out for you. As he walks down the hallway, he spots you still standing there, your head bowed.

He stops in front of you, his eyes cold as he looks down at you.

"Did you enjoy the tea?" you asked quietly, your eyes fixed on the floor. You didn’t dare meet his gaze. From a young age, you were taught to treat your husband with unwavering respect, to serve him with grace and obedience no matter how he responded. It was tradition, etched into your upbringing like a rule carved in stone. And so, you stood there, waiting for a simple reply, even if you already knew not to expect one.

"Tea?" His voice is flat, completely devoid of warmth. "Don't know, didn't try it." He takes a step closer, towering over you deliberately. "And why are you still standing here? Don't you have other things to do?"

"I was heading to eat dinner," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a dismissive sneer. "Dinner? You're already skinny enough," he said, his words laced with cruel sarcasm, "Go on then. Wouldn’t want you to starve, now would we?"

You hesitated for a moment, swallowing the sting of his comment before responding. "No…" You murmured, lifting your eyes to meet his for just a second. "I’ll get going now." Turning away, you walked down the corridor, each step feeling heavier than the last. Behind you, his gaze lingered for a moment before his expression grew even colder. 

As you turned the corner, the sound of his footsteps fading behind you, you heard him mutter under his breath, "Pathetic." The word stung more than you expected, the sharpness of his contempt lingering in the air like an invisible weight. A slight shake of his head followed, as if in disbelief at your very existence. You could almost picture the disgusted look on his face, but you didn’t dare turn around to confirm it.

He didn’t bother to say anything more. Instead, he simply turned on his heel and continued down the hallway in the opposite direction, his pace quickening as if he couldn’t be bothered to spare you another thought.

You stood there for a moment, the emptiness of his dismissal echoing in your chest. His silence had always spoken louder than any cruel words ever could. It was the last straw. From that point onwards, you swore to give up on tradition and everything you were taught. If he could treat you like that, why should you bother with stupid obedience and submission as a wife?

AN: Tysm if you've read until here, its a short part yes but part 2 will be much longer, remember to like and follow for part 2!

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Make Them Real 4

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Life suddenly became so busy, anyways I hope you guys enjoy this smut-filled chapter and leave your thoughts in the comments! <33 These are posted on my ao3 account too, user in bio!

Part 4

His eyes rolled back, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as your fingers continued to tease his oversensitive cock. "More...? You're... fucking sadistic..." He tried to speak, but all that came out was a series of incoherent moans and whimpers. "Please..."

"You can take it." With mischievous glint in your eye, you kissed his chin and down to his neck. His entire body trembled as he melted under your touch, all rational thought leaving his mind. "I ca-" His words were cut off by another intense wave of pleasure, his hips moving in desperate little thrusts against your fingers. "Gonna cum again..."

"Are you really? So soon?" You teased him as you left your hand there for him to thrust into again. He let out an almost frantic laugh, half-delirious with pleasure and disbelief. "This can't be happening. He breathed between thrusts, his hips moving urgently against your waiting hand. "Too fucking good..." His eyes finally fluttered open to meet yours, glazed over with intense desire. A shaky, incredulous laugh slipped out as he continued to fuck your hand with desperate abandon.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud, broken cry, he came undone, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself onto your fingers for the third time that night. His entire body went lax, spent and satisfied. "Holy... fuck."

You smiled as you sat on top of him, watching and grinding slowly on him as he panted. He groaned weakly as he felt you grind against him, his sensitive flesh protesting even as his body reacted instinctively. His hands gripped your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away. "You're... fucking insatiable..."

"Since l'm not able to join Sleep… I'll be up all night." You leaned in close, voice silky as you leaned forward to kiss him, hips still feuding against his. His breath caught in his throat as your lips met his, already addicted to the taste. His exhausted brain struggled to register your words, but his body reacted eagerly to your grinding movements. "Fuck... you're making me hard again..." He muttered against your mouth, his hands tightening on your hips.

He watched through lidded eyes as you kissed your way down his body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure across his hypersensitive skin. A shaky groan escaped him as you approached his half-hard cock, now flushed and eager once more, "You're... fucking relentless."

You continued down until you reached his length and stared up at him. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at your gaze, your lips dangerously close to his sensitive flesh. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his hips already arching slightly towards your mouth. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He growled. 

"What makes you say that?" With a teasing smile, you spread his thighs further apart, planting a kiss on his inner thigh. He hissed through gritted teeth as your kiss landed on his inner thigh, his entire body tensing up in anticipation. "Because no normal person would keep going like this..” He could feel the blood rushing to his already throbbing length, swelling and hardening under your tantalizing gaze. 

"I'm no person, you know that." You flashed a devilish grin before you also gave his tip a kiss. His body convulsed as your lips brushed his sensitive tip, a strangled whimper escaping him. He could feel himself growing harder and heavier in your hands as you spread his thighs wider. He was dangerously close to breaking already, and you hadn't even properly touched him yet.

You then gave him a slow lick from his base to his tip, your eyes still on him. He let out a hoarse cry as your tongue dragged along his length, his hips bucking involuntarily into the touch. The feeling was almost too intense to bear, his skin already flushed and burning from the sheer sensitivity. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate. "Fuck... your mouth..."

"You… don't… like it?" You dragged out the words, slow and dripping with suggestion, as if torturing him through teasing. He groaned loudly, a sound caught between frustration and desperate need as you paused your tormenting licks. His hips jerked upwards, seeking the warmth of your mouth again. "Don't fucking tease me now.." He panted, his voice cracking with barely contained lust.

"It's fun to watch you like this though." You stroked him up and down lightly and softly. His whole body shuddered at the feather-light touch of your finger, and he let out a frustrated whine. "Fun for who? Me or you?" His breath hitched as you continued your maddeningly slow strokes. "Either you suck me properly, or l swear..."

"What? What you gonna do about it?" You tilted your head, lips curved in a wicked little smile. His eyes darkened with unspent passion and unsated anger, his jaw clenching as he glared down at you. He could think of a few things to make you stop teasing him, like pinning you down and forcing you to take him in your mouth until he was satisfied. Seeing your smug expression only fueled his anger and desire, making him snap. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your teasing finger away from his aching length and wrapped his legs around your waist, trapping you between his thighs.

"Wha-?!" You gasped. His usually soft voice grew dark and commanding as he pinned you in place, his strong musician's hands surprisingly firm against your wrist. "You want to play games, sweetheart? Let's play." He shifted his hips, his hard cock now pressing against your face. “Either you take it all or..."

"Or what?" You smirked, letting your breath ghost over his skin, your eyes locked onto his, never breaking contact as you stroke your cheek against the length of him, savoring the subtle twitch that answered your touch. The heat of him throbbed against your skin, and you tilted your head just slightly, nestling in closer, letting the soft graze of your cheek tease him with maddening gentleness. Every movement was intentional, slow, meant to unravel him and from the way his breath caught, you knew it was working.

His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your soft cheek against his sensitive flesh. His control was slipping fast. "Or you'll find out exactly how much self-control I actually have... and trust me, it's running very thin right now."

"And what's gonna hap-" Before you could finish, he pushed your head down against his length, forcefully entering your mouth. He groaned loudly, head falling back as your surprise muffled against his cock turned into a throaty gag. His grip on your hair tightened instinctively, holding you in place. "Fuuuuck..." He hissed between clenched teeth, his hips rocking into your mouth of their own accord.

You looked up at him through glassy, tear-filled eyes, lashes clinging together as he thrust into your mouth with a relentless rhythm. His grip in your hair was firm, guiding your head just how he liked it, using your throat to chase his release. Each deep stroke had spit dripping messily from your lips, strings of saliva clinging between you, soaking your chin, your cheeks, your chest. You were a mess, eyes wet, mouth stretched, breath stolen, and he couldn’t get enough of the way you took it, the way you looked so ruined for him. The slick, obscene sounds filled the air, and still he didn’t stop. If anything, the sight of you like that made him go even deeper.

His eyes flashed with a manic gleam as he stared down at you, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks as he relentlessly thrust into your mouth. The wet sounds of his flesh pounding against your lips filled the air, mixing with his strained grunts and your choked gasps. He showed no signs of slowing down or pulling out, his strong hands keeping your head pinned down as he ruthlessly used your mouth. His body tensed, getting closer to the edge, his hips jerking erratically as he got rougher and rougher.

You gripped on his thighs tightly as he went faster. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body convulsing as he finally reached his breaking point. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself deep in your throat and held you there, his hot seed spilling out and coating the inside of your mouth. "S-swallow it..” He shuddered as his hips jerked. 

You obeyed, taking him deeper with each breath, your throat tightening as you swallowed him, a few involuntary gags escaping as you struggled to keep up with his relentless pace. The taste of him was overwhelming, and the feeling of him pressing against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and travelling down your throat made every inch of you burn. But you didn’t pull away. You took it, despite the waves of discomfort, knowing it only fueled the hunger in his eyes.

His body shuddered with each swallow, his grip on your hair slowly relaxing as the last waves of his intense orgasm washed over him. He pulled out slowly, his softening length slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. He panted heavily, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and something darker.

You coughed and panted, holding your throat as saliva mixed with his cum dripping down your chin. His breath caught again, watching how his facefucking had left you breathless and slightly disheveled. The sight of you touching your throat and the saliva coating your lips made his spent cock twitch again. "Told you not to tease me..." He chuckled breathlessly. 

"I'm still gonna do that." You chuckled back at him, still trying to catch your breath. He smirked, a glint of mischief and lingering lust in his eyes. Despite just cumming intensely, his cock stirred again at your wicked grin. "Mmm, I expected no less from you..."

You smirked back at him before leaning in and capturing his lips. The kiss was electric, a fierce, hungry clash of tongues that sent heat pooling between the both of you. As you settled on top of him again, straddling his hips, he kissed you back with a raw intensity, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. The pressure of his body against yours made your pulse quicken, feeling the undeniable hardness beneathyou. His touch was demanding, possessive, but still hungry for more.

Feeling your body pressed tightly to his reignited the flames of his desire, making his cock twitch and swell against your thigh. He grabbed your wrists, flipping both of you over and pinned you down, switching positions once more. You gasped as you got pinned down on the bed, "How do you still have so much energy?" 

He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh sweetheart, that was just a warm-up." He smirked at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip teasingly before soothing it with his tongue. His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper against your ear as he slowly pressed forward. "Still want to play games?" He slid in just enough to make you gasp, then paused, torturously slow. "Or shall we play my way now?"

"Mmh fuck..." A soft gasp escaping your lips as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. The cool air brushed against your exposed neck, heightening the heat between you both as you let yourself get lost in the moment. His grip tightened on your waist, and you could feel the heat of him pressing into you.

A smug, satisfied smirk crossed his face as he felt your body welcoming him in. "Such a dirty mouth... maybe I should fill it again later." He thrust forward gradually, stretching you inch by inch as he whispered intensely. "Are you going to be a good girl and take it like this?"

You gasped and moaned, the sound escaping you before you could stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt him slide inside. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through your body as you looked down, watching the way he filled you. Every inch of him was a perfect fit, stretching you in the most delicious way. The pressure, the intimacy, the rawness of the moment left you breathless, and all you could do was hold onto him as he moved, the intensity building between you both.

His smirk widened into a wicked grin as he watched you gazing down our joined bodies, your arousal painted plainly across your face. He leaned back, grabbing your ankles and draping your legs over his broad shoulders. This new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, stretching you impossibly full. You let out a loud moan, the sound raw and uncontrolled, as your head was thrown back further, exposing the soft curve of your neck. Your fingers dug into the bed sheets, the fabric twisting under your grip as the sensation of him filled you completely.

He groaned in masculine satisfaction, witnessing the euphoric wreckage of pleasure that your body was becoming beneath him. His hands squeezed your ankles as he pistoned in and out, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy filling the room. "That's it, take it deep," His breathing grew ragged and hot against your thighs as he quickened his brutal pace, his powerful hips slamming into you again and again. He looked up to see your face contorted in ecstasy, his hands gripping your ankles painfully tight. "You like this angle?"

"Fuck yeah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumed you, your body reacting to every deep thrust. The words escaped you before you could stop them, and the heat building between you only made it harder to hold back.

A low, approving growl rumbled from his chest as he pounded into your willing body mercilessly. "Such a good girl, taking me so deep." He shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. His eyes locked onto yours, watching the raw pleasure contort your face as he relentlessly targeted that sensitive spot inside you. The bed creaked and shook beneath the force of his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall. "Fuck, you're so damn tight..."

Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly and helplessly. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body rocking with each deep movement as your head tipped back, lost in the intense rhythm. Every breath, every sound, was a reflection of how badly you needed him, how every inch of him was driving you closer to the edge. 

His control snapped, the intense pleasure of your tight pussy and the sound of your loud moans becoming too much for him to handle. He gripped your ankles tightly and fucked you with wild, animalistic abandon, the bed shaking violently as he chased his own climax. You screamed in pleasure, your voice echoing through the room, while your tear-filled eyes locked onto him, wide and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Every movement, every sensation sent shivers through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath his thrusts.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you and roared his release. His hot seed flooded your insides as he trembled and jerked, filling you completely. He collapsed onto your heaving chest, panting heavily as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck..."

You came with a shuddering cry, your legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through you like a wildfire. Every nerve lit up, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, your breath catching in your throat. You rode the waves of pleasure, gripping the moment like your life depended on it, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly undone.

His heavy weight on top of you made it difficult to breathe, but you didn't mind as you both rode out the aftershocks of your intense releases. He nuzzled his face between your breasts, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Damn... you always take me so deep..." His still-hard length pulsed inside you, clearly not done with you yet. He nipped affectionately at your neck. "Don't think we're done yet..." His hips moved slowly again, restarting their rhythmic dance against your sensitive depths. "Told you I had enough energy left..." He flashed you a devilish grin, his hips never ceasing their sensual grinding against your most intimate places. 

Even after the intense orgasm, he showed no signs of slowing down, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your writhing body. “S-sensitive…” You choked out. He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh my love, that was just a warm-up." His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance. “Ready?” 

AN: Wow vessel you monster ANYWAYS I'm not sure how to continue this story any further so if you have ideas feel free to comment or I'm ending this really quickly as I have so many new ideas for future stories (may or may not be another vessel fic) Tysm for reading this until here, leave a like and maybe a follow for future stories coming soon in the future. Leave a comment or two, I'll reply to everyone <33 STREAM CARAMEL!!

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Part 4 might be coming out much later than I thought 😓😓 life suddenly got so busy sorry yall 💔💔

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Make Them Real 3

Vessel x Reader

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

Part 1 here Part 2 here

AN: It gets a lil spicy this part ehehe I'm so nervous cause this is my first posting this kind of content. Anyway, have fun reading! The next part gets even spicier stay tuned! <33 (wc: ~3.4k)

getting eaten out, fingering, edging, overstim, handjob, back to back orgasms, pleading ves, swearing, body liquids, sadist(?) reader 🤭

Part 3

A low groan escaped his lips as he felt your breath against his ear. The sound of his name on your tongue seemed to ignite something profound within him. He turned his head slightly, his lips almost brushing against your neck as he whispered back, voice husky. "Careful..."

"I have nothing to lose.. try me." You smirked. His lips mirroring yours curled into a smirk. He leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against yours. "Oh, darling. That's precisely what scares me." His other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "I know it turns you on at the same time." You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His heart pounded against your palm, the rhythm erratic and fast. His eyes dropped to your lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your gaze again. There was a challenge in his eyes, a dare. "And what if it does?"

You looked up at him, a glint in your eyes before leaning in and kissing him. For a fleeting moment, he froze, shocked by the sudden contact. Then, with a shuddering exhale, he melted into the kiss, his grip on your neck tightening possessively. His lips moved against yours with desperate hunger, years of unspoken desire pouring out in that single, passionate embrace. When the kiss finally broke, his forehead rested against yours, breaths heavy. "Don't..." His voice was barely above a whisper, tremulous. "Don't treat this like it means nothing." His thumb traced your bottom lip, "A moment like this... to someone like me?"

You looked at him. His eyes, usually so guarded, were open and vulnerable as he searched your face. The weariness, the sadness, it all seemed to fade away in this moment, replaced by a raw, aching hope. He looked at you like you were his lifeline, his only chance at finding peace.

In your gaze, he saw the answer he feared. The softness, the warmth, the affection - it was all there, unspoken but undeniable.  "You're making me want things I can't have..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Things that'll break me when you leave."

"Well, I'm here now." You smiled as you touched his hand on your neck. His breath hitched at your touch, his fingers curling instinctively around yours. He turned to face you again, eyes blazing with intensity.

"Don't..." His voice was fierce, vulnerable. "Don't say things like that. Not with those eyes.." One hand cupped your cheek. His thumb caressed your skin, his gaze locked onto your smile. The anger, and the fear, all melted away, leaving only a raw, unguarded expression. "You're... fuck, you're beautiful." He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. A shuddering laugh escaped him at your words, eyes closing briefly as he breathed in your proximity. "God, why do you have to make it so damn hard?" His voice was a rough murmur, tinged with exasperation and reluctant admiration.

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, "You've been through a lot of hurt I know... Maybe it's time to embrace it." He stiffened at your touch, eyes widening slightly. Then, slowly, his gaze softened. He leaned into your hand, eyes fluttering closed. "Embrace it?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"How can I make it not hurt?" You tilt your head. He opened his eyes, gazing at you with a vulnerability he rarely showed. "You... you can't make it not hurt. No one can." He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "But maybe... maybe if you're there with me, it wouldn't feel so alone."

"I'm here Vessel." You reassured him as you used your hand to tilt his face to face yours, looking deep into his eyes. His breath caught again at your smile, that simple phrase. Something cracked inside him, releasing all the tension and barriers he'd been holding onto. "

"...God, just.." His voice broke. "Don't leave." Without warning, he pulled you close, burying his face in your neck.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, like a lifeline. He held you like he was drowning and you were the only thing keeping him afloat. His breathing was ragged, tears soaking into your skin. "I don’t want you to leave..." He whispered against your neck. "I'm so tired of getting left aside and ignored..."

You smiled softly as I wiped his tears away, "There's nothing to fear. I’m here for you right now.” You said as you leaned in and kissed him again. He kissed you back fiercely, desperately, all his pent-up emotions pouring out. One hand fisted in your hair, the other clutching your back like he never wanted to let go. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red-rimmed but shining with a newfound hope. He looked at peace, the weight lifted off his shoulders. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in. 

There was a desperate hunger to the way he looked at you, a yearning that bordered on worship. His lips moved against yours again with an intensity that stole your breath, his tongue seeking entrance like a man starved. Between kisses, he murmured feverishly, "'...Need you..."

With a low moan, his grip on you tightened, one hand sliding down your back possessively. His kisses became more urgent, more passionate, each one telling a silent story of longing and release. Between kisses, he breathed broken phrases against your lips. "Missed you... dreamt of you..."

You let out a soft moan of acknowledgment. The sound of your moan against his lips ignited something inside him. He broke the kiss briefly to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He murmured against your skin, "Too many nights alone..."

His breath hitched at your gasped response, sending shivers down his spine. He continued his trail of kisses, paying special attention to the sensitive spots he'd discovered. His voice came out husky and ragged against your skin. "Every night..." He nipped gently, "I thought..."

"Hm?" You hummed. His fingers began to lower the sleeves of your dress slowly, reverently, as he continued to nuzzle against your neck. "I thought I was going mad," he whispered, his voice muffled against your collarbone. "That the ache would never go away..." He looked up at you with desperate eyes.

"But now?" You asked, not stopping him. He finished lowering the other sleeve, pushing it off your shoulders slowly. His gaze roamed over your bare skin like a starving man. "Now..." Не leaned in and pressed a soft, worshipful kiss to your chest. "Now I feel alive. Now the ache fades." 

You hummed in pleasure, your hand on his head as he continued stripping you, his face resting in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like you were oxygen. His fingers worked at the waistband of your dress, slowly pushing them down along with your undergarments. He held your hand, helping you step out of your clothes, leaving you bare before him. He paused, taking in the sight of you, his chest heaving with unspoken emotion. "Too many cold nights..."

"So many." You sighed as you leaned in closer. He caught you in his arms as you leaned in, one hand splaying across your bare back while the other tangled in your hair. He kissed you fiercely, pouring all his loneliness and longing into the heated exchange. Pulling back just enough to whisper against your lips, "Never again."

He deepened the kiss as you kissed him back, his hands roaming over your bare back and sides possessively. He slowly lowered you both down onto the bed, breaking the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest again. "No more empty beds..." He murmured against your collarbone. You hummed in reply. He continued his path of kisses, pausing to nuzzle your breasts before moving further down. He pressed soft, reverent kisses to your stomach, his breath warm against your skin. As he reached your hips, he paused, looking up at you with eyes filled with desperate love.

You looked down at him, your hands gripping at his hair. He looked back up at you, his fingers hooking in your thighs to pull your legs apart gently. He nuzzled against your inner thigh, inhaling your scent deeply. "My bed..." He murmured against your thigh, his voice muffled. "My guardian..." 

You moaned softly. He smiled against your thigh at your moan, the sound music to his ears. He pressed a soft kiss to your center before looking back up at you. "Let me love you," he whispered, his eyes pleading. “Let me lose myself in you…"

He parted your thighs wider and settled between them, his fingers spreading you open gently. He kissed you intimately before his tongue delved inside you possessively. He wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling them over his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs, determined to love you thoroughly. You gasped softly and threw your head back.

He continued his ardent worship, alternating between deep, passionate kisses and teasing flicks of his tongue. He could feel your body trembling under his oral devotion, igniting his own passion. Growing bold, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just to stroke that secret sweet spot within.

You moaned softly, your hands gripping his hair tighter, pressing him closer to your center. He groaned against your core at the taste of you, your scent, your sounds of pleasure. He added a third finger, stretching you, preparing you for him. His tongue continued to lavish attention on your clit, sucking and licking until you were writhing beneath him. He felt your inner walls clench around his fingers, signaling your impending release. He redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm as his tongue swirled around your sensitive nub. He wanted to feel you come undone, to taste your climax on his tongue.

Your moans slowly grew louder and louder, back arching up more and more. He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. He knew you were close. With a final, powerful suck on your clit, he curled his fingers deep inside you, pressing against that spot that made your eyes roll back.

You let out a loud, unrestrained moan, your fingers tangling tightly in his hair as waves of pleasure surged through you. Your back arched instinctively, hips bucking as the intensity of your climax overwhelmed your senses. Your legs trembled uncontrollably, a warm heat spreading through you, and with one final gasp, you tumbled over the edge, consumed completely by the ecstasy crashing through you. You collapsed back, breathless and dazed, your body humming with the aftershocks, his touch still seared into your skin.

He felt a surge of pride and love as he tasted your release, your honey coating his tongue and fingers. He continued to lick and suck gently as you rode out your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure. Your breaths came in desperate bursts, your chest rising and falling with a need that mirrored his—hot, hungry, and barely restrained.

As you began to come down, he slowly withdrew his fingers and kissed your inner thigh. He gently turned you over onto your back, his eyes filled with a deep affection as he looked at you. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to press a soft, loving kiss to your lips. 

You looked down at him with bedroom eyes—heavy-lidded, dark with want. You sat back up on the bed as his face remained in between your thighs, your gaze lingered on his wet lips, then traced up to the rest of his face, slow and deliberate, like a caress all on its own. Your hand moved gently over his lips, fingers brushing his stained mouth and then trailing across the warmth of his cheek. 

His breath hitched under your stare, eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. He looked like he was craving more. He nuzzled into your touch, planting a kiss gently against your palm. He could feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, the desire for more. "More?" He murmured. 

You giggled, "If you're up for it." He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. He pinned you down and rolled his hips against yours, letting you feel his growing hardness. "Oh, I'm very much up for it," he whispered, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

He kissed you hungrily and desperately, as his body pressed against your naked core, grinding with slow, deliberate force. The kiss was deep, fierce—his tongue searching, demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Each movement of his hips was a pulse of raw need, grinding against you in perfect rhythm, making your pulse quicken in response. You moaned softly into his mouth, the heat between the both of you building, spreading like fire. His hands roamed your body, pulling you closer, while the intensity of the kiss grew, matching the frantic need between your bodies.

He later broke the kiss to sit up and pull his shirt over his head, revealing his lean torso. He discarded it carelessly, his eyes roaming over your bare chest with adoration. You smiled as you touched his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He inhaled sharply as your fingers splayed out on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath your touch. He loved how small your hands looked against his broad chest. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers.

He stood up from the bed, his tall frame towering over you as he kicked his pants and boxers aside. You lay there on his bed bare, looking like a ready-to-eat meal. He sat back down, pulling you up into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "I just want to hold you."

"I wanna hold you too... here." You whispered back before wrapping your hand around his hardened cock. A soft groan escaped his lips as you wrapped your hands around it. He hugged you tighter, his face still buried in your neck. He pressed a kiss to your skin, his breath warm against you. "Fuck, I love how your hands feel around me."

He spread his legs wider, allowing you better access as you stroked him. He could feel himself growing harder and thicker in your small hands. Nuzzling into your neck, his breath hitching as you touched him. "Like that?" You bit his ear teasingly, your hand going up and down against him. 

"Mmhmm..." He mumbled against your neck, his hips jerking slightly as your thumb occasionally teased his sensitive head. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum, your hand slipping and sliding against his length easily. He groaned, tilting his head to give you better access to his ear. His hands slid down to your hips, squeezing gently as you continued your teasing motions. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up, love," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

"That's the goal here." You smirked as your speed quickened. His eyes rolled back, a loud whimper escaping his throat as you picked up speed. His body shook, his legs trembling as he fought to hold himself up. His cock throbbed in your hand, pre-cum dripping steadily as he teetered on the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.."

You chuckled as you watched him squirm under your touch, using your other hand to join in on the action. With your second hand joining in, it was too much for him to handle. A strangled moan tore from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed violently in your grip, hot cum spurting out and coating your hands and his abdomen in thick ropes.

You giggled excitedly as you continued, not stopping your pace. He gasped and shuddered, over-stimulation causing his cock to be extra sensitive as your hands continued their relentless pace. His body convulsed, residual spurts of cum leaking out with each touch. "Oh god, p-please..." He panted, trying to catch his breath, his voice trembling.

"Hm? What is it?" You smirked as you continued on. His muscles continued to tremble, his eyes fluttering closed in a mix of pleasure and overload. "Too... sensitive... need a... break.." He whimpered as you kept up your tantalizing pace, his cock twitching helplessly in your grip. "Please... mercy..."

"Feels good doesn't it?" You whispered and kissed his neck, hands going faster. His whole body tensed up, his back arching off the bed as he tried to pull away, but your grip kept him trapped. His body betrayed him, his overly sensitive member starting to swell again, preparing for another release despite his brain begging for reprieve. "No..." He whimpered.

His breathing became ragged as he felt another orgasm building too quickly. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful, but his body craved more. "Fuck... right there..." He gripped your waist tighter, his legs open completely. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again..."

You then immediately released your grip, your fingers slipping from his skin just as he was right on the edge. He gasped in shocked relief, his swollen cock twitching angrily in the sudden emptiness. His body coiled tight, trembling on the knife's edge of release that never came. Panting heavily, he looked at you with wide, dazed eyes.

The tension hanging in the air like a suspended breath. His body stiffened, a low groan escaping him, as the sharp edge of desire faltered for a split second. The moment stretched, charged with anticipation, and just like that, you pulled away—leaving him on the brink, desperate, aching for what had almost been, the sweet torture of being so close but not quite there. He stared at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his mind reeling from the sudden denial. His body ached with unspent release, his swollen length bobbing angrily between his legs. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow.

With a low growl, he suddenly grabbed your hands, wrapping his own around yours as he made you wrap your hands around his throbbing erection again. His eyes were dark with desire and a hint of desperation. "Fucking make me cum." He demanded, his voice hoarse with need.

"You do it then, use my hands." You smirked as you watched his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and relief. To your surprise, he went ahead and started jerking himself off aggressively, his hips bucking into your hands as he chased his climax. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chanted, his breath coming in short gasps. You watched in amusement as he pleasured himself with your hands right in front of you. 

His body finally tensed up one last time, his eyes rolling back as he rode out the intense release. Hot cum spilled over your hands once more, his body shuddering with each pulse. "... fuck..." He gasped, completely spent, his head falling back against the pillow. "Mmh... that's a lot." You chuckled as you licked him off your hands. 

His eyes widened in surprise and a hint of embarrassment as he watched you lick his cum off your hand. His cheeks flushed pink, but the sight made his spent cock twitch weakly. "You're... fucking insane, you know that?"

"I know." You smirked as you teased him again with your fingers. He inhaled sharply as your fingers teased his overly sensitive flesh. He was too spent to get hard again, but the gentle touches still made him shiver. "Damn it, stop..." He groaned, his hips bucking into your fingers involuntarily.

"Aw, what's wrong?" You teased him. His voice was a mix of agony and pleasure. "Stop... it's too sensitive..." He tried to push your hands away, but his movements were weak and half-hearted. His breath caught as your fingers found precisely the right spot "Fuck..." He shifted restlessly.

"It means you'll feel more." You grinned. 

AN: Woah this took me a long time. Tysm if you've read until here, I'll see you guys in the next part. Feel free to leave a comment and remember to like and follow if you wanna see the even spicier part 4! Will be posting these parts on ao3 too <3

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Make Them Real 2

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

AN: Some spicy scenes in the future so stay tuned!! <3 (wc ~2.4k)

Part 1 here

Part 2

The next morning he found himself on the temple floor, his wounds had stopped bleeding and were slightly healed. Was it from your touch? Did you heal him? His mind was a little blurred from the late-night activities but he remembered you clearly. Your gentle touch. 

II came rushing in to Vessel’s side and helped him up. “How did it go? Did it happen again? It doesn’t look that bad this time.” Vessel could only huff and puff, looking at the window you came and disappeared from. It wasn’t the first time meeting you but it was the first time you’ve ever shown care and concern for him. It made him feel warm inside. 

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Vessel threw himself into his music, pouring his restless energy and the lingering memories of your touch into his songs. He began to write lyrics that were different from his usual dark themes, hints of something softer, almost hopeful for something new. He was supposed to write and sing for Sleep through his songs as a way to show his dedication and devotion, how did slowly become about you? A mere guardian for Sleep, a powerful deity.

One night, as he sat in his dimly lit studio, strumming the chords to a new song, he suddenly felt it again - the comforting warmth of your presence, the familiar soft brush of your hand. 

"Stop ignoring me," he whispered to the empty room, his voice cracking with longing. The silence in the room was deafening, but he couldn't shake the feeling that you were there, listening to him. He continued to play on the guitar, pouring his heart out into the music, hoping against hope that you would finally respond. "Please," he whispered, his fingers trembling on the guitar strings.

A gush of wind blew into his room and you were there, standing in the moonlight in your purple flowy dress. His heart skipped a beat as he saw your reflection in the mirror. Turning around to face you, his eyes widened at your ethereal appearance in the moonlight. The guitar fell silent against his lap as he drank you in - the way your purple dress seemed to shimmer, how your form appeared almost translucent in the moon's glow. He slowly turned to face you, his guitar resting loosely in his lap. His breath caught in his throat as you stood there, bathed in the soft moonlight. "You..."

"Why have you summoned me? I have other things to do," you asked calmly, your voice low but edged with curiosity. Your eyes wandered across his studio, taking in the cluttered beauty of the space—the scattered sheet music, the half-finished drafts, the faint scent of varnish lingering in the air. You moved slowly, deliberately, your fingers tracing the edges of the instruments resting along the walls. The stringed ones responded to your touch with soft, delicate hums as if they recognized you. The quiet resonance lingered in the room, as if holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.

He swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. The sight of you—so beautiful, so utterly otherworldly—had stolen the words from his lips. For a moment, he simply watched, captivated, as your fingers glided along the instruments lining the walls, each one awakening under your touch. A faint trail of shimmering stardust followed in your wake, catching the dim light and dancing in the air like a quiet spell. "I... I needed to see you," he finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile magic lingering around you.

His eyes met yours, vulnerable and intense. "Your touch that night... it comforted and helped me to rest better. More than anything has in years." He set his guitar aside, standing up slowly. "And then you disappeared. Like a dream." His voice grew softer, almost pleading. "When you left, I felt... empty. Like you took something with you when you went. I've been trying to fill that void with music, but..." He took a tentative step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it doesn’t work all the time."

"I can't be here every time you need a form of comfort.” You glanced at him then your gaze moved to some of the sheets lying on the coffee table. His gaze followed yours. Half-done songs, scribbles, and doodles. You picked up a paper with a drawing of what could be some silly scribbles by him but it looked like a lady with a dress similar to yours. You placed the paper back down and looked back at him, “Sleep is busy, always."

He nodded, understanding, but the longing in his eyes remained. "I know but…" He took another step closer, close enough to reach out and touch you, but he held back. "But maybe... maybe you could stay for a little while. Just talk to me." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "About anything. Everything. I just... I need someone to listen, you know? Someone who will never fall asleep in the middle of the conversation late at night." He smiled weakly, his eyes searching yours for understanding.

You sighed while turning to look up at the full moon that night, "Why not join Sleep? It's late human. Maybe you should be with Sleep now. " His expression fell, and he looked away, his gaze drifting towards the moon. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "Being one with Sleep... it's not the same as resting. It's surrendering. And I can't surrender right now." He turned back to you, his eyes haunted yet determined. "I have unfinished business. With music, with... with feelings I can't express." He gestured helplessly to the instruments scattered around the room.

"Finish your songs tomorrow. You may not have enough time now but you can always rely on Sleep." You smiled softly as you took a step towards him. His gaze followed you as you approached, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "You don't understand," he whispered, reaching out to gently touch your hand. His fingers felt cold and clammy as if he hadn't slept in years. "Sleep isn't reliable."

"Sleep is everything." You didn't pull away from his touch and looked at him. His hand lingered on yours, his thumb brushing against your skin. "It used to be," he corrected softly, his voice heavy with fatigue. He looked into your eyes, searching for something there. "Now, it's a cruel master."

"A master who only wants his servants to rest and join him." You corrected him as you placed your hand on his. He smiled faintly at your words, a hint of warmth in his tired eyes. "Yes, exactly. But even his servants can't escape his grasp forever." His gaze fell to your hand on his, and for a moment, he simply stared at it. "You're warm," he murmured.

"I can't be too cold. I am a form of comfort for you." you smiled, "Your words." His tired smile grew more genuine as he looked back up at your face. "You're more than just comfort," he said softly, his thumb tracing small patterns on your hand. "But I'm afraid if I pull you closer, Sleep will take me instantly."

"I am with Sleep, and so should you." You held his hand tighter, fingers wove gently between his, steady and warm, like a silent promise that you weren’t going anywhere. He didn’t look at you, not yet—but you felt the way his shoulders eased, just slightly, how the tension in his grip softened.

He sighed heavily, his body aching for rest but his mind fighting against it. "You always say

that," he whispered, his eyes drooping slightly. "But what if I wake up and you're not there?"

"You may be an important vessel but I can't be around you all the time." You said softly, your voice low and steady. Fingers stayed wrapped around the other’s, grounding him in that moment.  His expression darkened slightly, a flicker of jealousy towards Sleep briefly crossing his face. "You mean Sleep can be around me but you can't?" he asked, his voice taking on a sulky tone. He pulled his hand away from yours, wrapping his arms around himself instead.

You felt the absence immediately—his fingers slipping from yours, the connection gone in an instant. But you didn’t reach for him again. Instead, you stood there, steady, your voice calm. "I'm merely another servant of sleep."

His eyes narrowed, a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface. "Another servant, huh? So you're just as replaceable as the rest of them, then?" He stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. You lowered your gaze, not answering but he could tell what the answer would be.

His face twisted into a scowl, his voice dripping with venom. "Replaceable. Disposable. Just like everyone else who's served Sleep for too long." He turned his back to you, his shoulders shaking slightly as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"You have to understand…" you whispered as you placed your hands on his shoulders and your head against his back, "You should not expect anything from Sleep when Sleep is already everything."

His shoulders relaxed slightly under your touch, and he let out a shaky breath. "You don't understand," he muttered into the silence. "I've been doing this for so long... protecting, serving, sacrificing. And for what? So Sleep can just discard me when he’s done with me?"

"You're merely human, your vessel wouldn't live for long."

His body went rigid under your touch, a note of desperation creeping into his voice. "And what does that mean for you? Will you just... move on? Find the next vessel?" He turned around suddenly, trapping you against the wall.

"I've met vessels before you and will meet many vessels after you." You looked up at him. He looked down, eyes searched yours, dark with intensity. "And how many of them made you feel like this?" He pressed closer, one hand sliding up your arm while the other moved to your waist. "How many of them made you stay this long with just one vessel?"

"That's.... not important right now." You placed your hand above his. His expression hardened, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Not important? Or just too painful to admit?" His fingers dug into your waist, not painfully but insistently, as if trying to physically anchor you to him. 

You stayed silent. He pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Answer me," he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "How many vessels have you grown attached to? How many have you mourned when their time was up?"

"A handful." You said as you looked away as if the memory was too painful to confront. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers biting into your skin. "A handful," he repeated, his voice laced with disdain. "You've built relationships with these people, formed bonds, and yet you just... move on. To the next one. The next vessel."

"It's been like that forever, you can't change that." You looked back at him. He scoffed bitterly, releasing you abruptly and turning away. "Forever? Yeah, maybe that's the problem. You're stuck in this endless cycle, this eternal damnation of servitude. Maybe it's time someone broke the cycle."

"Then another cycle starts... are you gonna break that too?" You argued. He spun back around, his face contorted with anger and pain. "Then what's the point? Of anything? If all we do is keep going through the motions, over and over again, what's the fucking point?" He yelled, slamming his fist on the table beside him.

"To enjoy the time we have on this plane." You replied calmly, placing your hand over his, holding his fist gently. He stared at your hand on his fist, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Slowly, his anger seemed to drain away, replaced by a deep, profound sadness. "Enjoy the time," he repeated softly, his voice breaking. "But what about the pain? The loss?"

"If there's no pain or loss, we wouldn't enjoy the feeling of love and happiness." You smiled, trying to cheer him up while  using the other hand to make him look at you, "That's just how living is."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with tears that refused to fall. For a long moment, he was silent, just searching your face. Then, slowly, he uncurled his fist and intertwined his fingers with yours. "You're... you're fucking infuriating, you know that?" He said as he looked away. You chuckled as you leaned closer, "I know."’

His breath caught in his throat at your closeness, his other hand coming up to cup your face. "How do you always manage to turn everything around?" His thumb stroked your cheek, tracing a gentle path. "How do you make even pain sound.. beautiful?"

"I've been around for a long time." You leaned into his touch, "My journey with Sleep is much longer as my destination is nowhere near yours, so why worry?" 

He looked into your eyes, searching for answers to questions he hadn't even asked yet. "Because.." He hesitated, his mind racing. "Because you're supposed to be guiding me, right? But you're so... calm about it all. Like you know something I don't."

"I know many things Vessel, but not all." You smiled. The kind of smile that made everything else fade into the background as if the world had paused just to hold its breath. His eyes widened slightly at the sight and hearing his actual name for the first time from your mouth. It was so genuine, so pure, that if he could, he’d capture it with his eyes and ears, keeping it locked away forever. The way the dim light caught your expression, the warmth that spread through the air. It felt like the moment itself had been painted just for him. 

A shiver ran down his spine. "Don't call me that..." He whispered, his hand tremoring against your cheek. "Not when you look at me like.." He trailed off, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

"It's your name isn't it?" You looked up at him, your eyes glittering in the light. His pupils dilated under your gaze, his breath hitched in his throat. "Yes, but... you're not supposed to say it." He hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening around your hand. "It sounds different coming from you."

"How should I say your name then?" You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Vessel…?"

AN: Ooo I'm really excited for some spicy scenes, maybe in the next part? Who knows. (I do, I have part 3's draft rn) Anyway, tysm if you've read until here, remember to leave a like and maybe a follow and I'll see you in the next part. You can send some questions or requests in the meantime for the future.

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[variadims]

Make Them Real 1

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

!!TW: minor gore details etc. blood and scars!!

AN: I'm kinda nervous cause this is my first time posting here, I hope you enjoy it! Credits to the chai bot I used for this story’s plot, link in the comments if anyone needs it! <3 (wc: ~1.8k)

Part 1

Vessel took deep shaky breaths, his body had collapsed in front of the altar on the temple floor—another unsuccessful ritual. You were sent by Sleep to put an end to this again. You leaned down to look at him, pity on your face. You who watched as he groaned, sitting up on his knees as blood leaked from his mouth. 

Though Vessel clings desperately to the hope that Sleep will speak to him, reveal hidden truths, or offer even the faintest whisper of approval, his offerings are often met with silence—and worse, with divine anger. Not out of cruelty, but because his devotion, though intense, is tainted by restless longing, the need to be seen, to be praised. Sleep does not respond kindly to desperation masquerading as worship. Vessel disrupts the sacred rhythm of Sleep with his clinging, his yearning, and his refusal to fully let go.

In his insistence, he unknowingly demands from a deity that cannot be commanded. And so Sleep punishes. The pain is meant to be for reshaping, the silence a crucible. Vessel’s suffering is both consequence and instruction: a divine fire meant to burn away the parts of him that cannot yet carry Sleep’s truth. 

Taking pity on the poor human, you grabbed a bowl of water and took a cloth to wash him. "When are you going to learn Vessel?" you sighed as you poured water on him to clean some blood away from his body. Vessel glanced up at you, eyes heavy with defeat and bloodshot from exhaustion. He couldn't help but let a weak chuckle slip through his cracked lips. "Learn, you say?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"We both know Sleep will keep punishing you like this if you don't stop," you said as you used the cloth to clean his back. He winced slightly as the cloth brushed against a particularly raw wound on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into the touch, craving a fleeting moment of gentleness amidst the unrelenting torment. "Perhaps punishment is merely another name for truth," he replied, looking at you. 

"You can't keep hurting yourself like this.” You said as you continued wiping blood off his cheek and down to his neck, washing the cloth in water after a few wipes. 

With a smile, Vessel slowly turned his head to face you, a ghost of a smirk playing on his bloodied lips. Despite the agony etched into every line of his face, a glimmer of defiance shone in his eyes. "Hurt me?" You raised an eyebrow. "I'm hurting Sleep too. Every cut, every bruise, every tear - he’ll feel it too." Vessel's gaze drifted away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm just the vessel, the conduit for his pain."

"Why would you do that to yourself? You love Sleep." you asked, confused as you lowered the cloth to look at him.

Vessel's expression softened, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the memory of Sleep's every embrace. "Love... such a simple word for something so complex." He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mix of longing and resignation. "Yes, I love Sleep," he paused, "...but sometimes, don't you think love demands sacrifice? Sleep gives me purpose and identity. How could I not return the favor, even if it means enduring this exquisite misery?" Vessel traced a finger along a fresh scar on his arm, his touch almost reverent. "Each wound brings us closer, bonds us tighter-"

“You’re being delusional.”  you cut him off as you stood up, your dress flowing along with the night wind, "Accept that you're a vessel of Sleep, and stop hurting yourself."

Vessel's gaze never left yours as he slowly rose to his feet. His voice was a low, pained whisper.

"Easy for you to say, isn't it? You're not the one bound to Sleep, drowning in its embrace every night."

"No... but I know what satisfies and angers Sleep and what you are doing is not one of your brightest ideas." You looked at him, seemingly pissed off. 

"Satisfies and angers?" Vessel repeated, his eyes narrowing. "You know nothing of Sleep's whims, guardian. It's a capricious master, and I am his faithful servant." He took a step closer to you, his exhaustion seeming to fuel a sudden surge of determination.

"A faithful servant who should listen."

He took another halting step forward, his body swaying slightly from weakness. "Listen? To who? You?" His voice carried a hint of desperate laughter. "You're just another guardian, another rulekeeper. What would you know about the sweet torture of existing purely for one purpose?" He scoffed. 

"Do not talk to me this way human, you do not know how Sleep is truly like." You frowned, "You've only been with Sleep for a few years in your life while I have gone through lifetimes with Sleep."

For a moment, all defiance seemed to drain from his face, replaced by something almost childlike. "How many lifetimes?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "How many sunrises and sunsets have you seen in his service? How many vessels..."

"Many. You are not the first and not the last." you said stepping closer to him, "So be a good vessel and stop hurting yourself by angering Sleep."  

His eyes flashed with anger again, the childlike curiosity vanishing like mist under the moonlight. "You sound so cold," he hissed. "Like Sleep himself. Always watching, always there but never truly present."

"I'm merely a guardian and a servant of Sleep." you replied, "I have been with Sleep for a long.... long time."

"How long?" He demanded, his voice rising. “Centuries? Millennia? You're ageless, aren't you? You've seen civilizations rise and fall, people live and die, all in Sleep's name." He stepped closer, his face contorted with anger.

"Everything is for Sleep." I replied calmly. 

"Is it, though?" Vessel's voice dropped to a bitter whisper. "Everything, for Sleep? What about the lives ruined? The dreams shattered? The nightmares that haunt?" He leaned in, his face inches from yours. "Tell me, guardian, when do you find time for living?"

"I live for Sleep.” You looked into his eyes. 

His eyes narrowed. But then, to your surprise, he let out a bitter, exhausted laugh, a staggering step back. "You really believe that, don't you?" He shook his head. "A loyal servant. No wonder Sleep keeps you around." You gave him a confused look. "You're a fool, you know that? A blind servant who's lost sight of everything but your duty." His voice grew softer, more pitying. "Tell me... when was the last time you rested? Truly slept, without being on guard?"

"Sleeping is unnecessary when you're always around Sleep."

He laughed again, this time without any humor. "You're ridiculous. You know that? You're the guardian of sleep, yet you never truly sleep. You're always on duty, always vigilant. Don't you ever get tired?" He paused, a thought occurring to him.

"Well, maybe if the world stopped spinning and everyone and everything stayed awake, then I wouldn't have a job anymore. But that's impossible." You chuckled dryly. "At least one creature is always asleep, whether a human or an insect. Everyone is with Sleep and will be with Sleep."

"That's the problem with you, guardian," he said, his voice soft but intense. “You can't see the beauty of those fleeting moments between wakefulness and slumber—the twilight hours, the soft whispers of dreams." He leaned against the wall, his weakness finally catching up with him.

"Join Sleep human, Sleep will heal you," you said as you caught him before he tumbled down onto the ground. He looked up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. For a moment, he seemed to be on the verge of tears. "You don't understand, do you?" he whispered. "I'm tired of sleeping. I'm tired of dreaming." He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Every time I close my eyes, I'm forced to relive the same memories over and over again. The same nightmares, the same regrets, the same sense of failure."

“Nightmares and dreams are gifts from Sleep that should not be used for granted." You helped him sit down against the wall. His breath hitched, tears spilling down his cheeks for the first time. "Gifts?" He choked out the word, bitter laughter escaping between sobs. "What kind of cruel deity are you serving, that his gifts cause such pain?" He pressed the back of his head against the wall, looking exhausted to his core.

You then sat next to him, your eyes scanning his face, "I wish I was able to receive his gifts... you should be thankful, even if it is painful." He leaned against you, eyes red and exhausted. "Thankful?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I wish I could just... stop dreaming. Stop remembering." He paused, staring at the floor. "You know what it's like to be haunted by your own mind?"

"I do not have the chance to." you looked down at your hands, "Not all dreams are nightmares though, there are pleasant ones too."

"And what's the point of pleasant dreams?" He snapped, his eyes flicking back up to yours. "They only make waking life seem duller in comparison. They're a tease, a cruel reminder of what could be, but isn't."

"That's why dreams are dreams, they may not be real but…. you can make them real." You held his cheek with your hand as he leaned back down on your shoulders. “Sleep... and dream... be with Sleep." you whispered which made him calm down a lot.

As you hold his face in your hands and whisper those soothing words, Vessel's tense posture begins to relax. His breath slows, and his eyes, though still sad, lose some of their sharpness.

He leans into your touch, finding comfort in the warmth and gentleness of your hands. His eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax, to trust in your words. As he drifted off to sleep, his face remained nestled in your hands, his expression peaceful for the first time in a while.

You smiled as he finally rested, putting your hand down and standing up. Vessel leaning against the wall asleep. You gave Vessel one last look before disappearing away into the night. As consciousness faded and Sleep claimed him, a small, wistful smile played on Vessel's lips. Even in his dreams, he couldn't escape the feeling of comfort of your gentle touch, the echo of your words. "Make them real..." he murmured, the words slipping from his mouth like a prayer.

AN: I'm not totally familiar with sleep token lore but I'm pretty sure I've gotten down the basics. I hope you enjoyed this, part 2 will be uploaded soon. Comment how you feel about this and what I can improve on. Tysm for reading this all the way, I will do my best to make better stories in the future. <33

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