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“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
CW: fluff, nerdy!vessel x reader, slightly afraid of closeness.
summary: "Come here." That's all it takes for Vessel's productivity to be completely derailed by cuddles, rain, and you <3
The rain had been falling for hours, just a steady rhythm against the apartment windows, soft enough to fade into the background but loud enough to make the entire world feel smaller. Warmer.
You were sprawled across Vessel's couch with a blanket over your legs and a book resting uselessly in your lap. You hadn't read a single page in twenty minutes. Mostly because Vessel was sitting at his desk and he was being adorable. Adorably hot too, but today the softness was crippiling around him.
Not that you'd tell him that.
The man was currently wearing an ancient oversized hoodie, glasses sliding down his nose every five minutes, completely engrossed in whatever research rabbit hole had captured him today. Every so often he'd mutter something to himself. Type furiously and then pause, adjust his glasses, type again. You smiled, biting your lower lip slowly. Then you said, lazily: "You know…,”
"Hm?"
"You look like a divorced college professor,” the thought escaped from your mouth so easily
His fingers stopped over the keyboard. Slowly, Vessel turned his chair toward you. "I don't even know what that means."
"It means you look like you've spent three hours arguing with someone on the internet about a niche topic."
"I haven't."
You raised an eyebrow, "...today."
You laughed.
Vessel's gaze lingered on your face for a second too long before he looked away. It was such a small thing. But you caught it. You always caught it.
"Come here."
The words left your mouth before you could think about them. Immediately, Vessel froze and you watched the exact moment his brain stopped functioning.
"What?"
"Come here,” you asked.
"I am here."
"You are literally across the room,” you mumbled.
He looked at you suspiciously, lke this was somehow a trap.
"Why?"
You opened your blanket dramatically. "Because it's raining."
His eyes narrowed. "That explanation answered nothing."
"And yet."
Silence.
Then, with the resignation of a man accepting his fate, Vessel stood up. You smiled triumphantly, and he pointed at you immediately.
"Don't,” he warned.
"Don't what?"
"Whatever expression that is."
"You mean happiness?"
"You look smug."
"Because I won."
"You didn't win,” he raised one brow.
"You crossed the room because I asked."
"I chose to cross the room."
"Sure."
"You are impossible,” he rolled his eyes.
"Yet here you are."
A fond look flashed across his face before he could stop it. Gone almost instantly, but not before you saw it.Your chest squeezed.
He reached the couch and immediately looked uncertain. Which was ridiculous, you'd known each other forever, and yet somehow he still looked nervous whenever affection was involved.
"Sit." and after a few moments he sat, looking at you and hoping you’re done with your little rituals.
"Closer."
A sigh. Then he shifted closer.
You immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside you. Vessel made a noise of protest that lasted approximately half a second before you wrapped the blanket around both of you. And then?
Nothing. No complaints, no sarcasm, just quiet.
His shoulder pressed against yours.
The steady sound of rain, the warmth of another person choosing to stay.
After a few minutes, you felt his head tip gently onto your shoulder. You glanced down. His eyes were closed. Not asleep, just resting. Trusting. Your heart practically melted.
"You comfortable?" you asked softly.
"Mm."
"That's not a word."
"It is now."
You smiled and carefully threaded your fingers through his hair and the reaction was immediate.
His shoulders dropped, his breath slowed down… Every remaining ounce of tension left his body, and a content sigh escaped him before he could stop it. You grinned.
"There he is."
"Don't start,” he mumbled
"You like it."
"No."
Your fingers scratched lightly against his scalp.
Vessel physically melted further into your side “…perhaps a little.”
You laughed quietly.
Outside, the rain continued falling. Inside, Vessel tucked himself a little closer without realizing it. And for once, neither of you felt the need to say anything at all.
ok update on the sibling rivalry. we killed his wife. so Hemlock’s brother is a dispersal again. But Magnolia and Hemlock have just had their second litter :] 3 boys 3 girls
Do we think Hemlock’s brother will regroup? Also, baby name reveal pleaaaase
summary: Vessel's appetite for submission gets the attention of his roommate, but is it the kind he wants?
2.2k words
tags, head's up, etc: MDNI, no sex but explicit/graphic dialogue and content, submissive!Vessel, fem!reader, roommates, some bullying (m receiving), non-sexual humiliation degradation (still kink related), dub con (groping and kissing), masturbation (m, implied f), choking, tit appreciation (f receiving), name calling (m receiving: pervert, sick fuck), Vessel has fragile mental health, dialogue heavy, "mommy" as an honorific only mentioned
He was sure you were gone.
"What the FUCK, dude?"
He knows what he heard, and that was you shutting the front door.
"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"
So why were you stood there in the doorway watching him? Oh, if only the ground would open. Vessel was, after all, somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.
How the two of you navigated the rest of the afternoon should be studied. There is no objectively normal way a person could recover from getting caught measuring his cock by someone who barely tolerates him and, worst of all, owns the ruler he used. Much later, you asked Vessel to join you at the table. This was it. As he sits across from you, Vessel winces from the churning nervousness in his belly. Would the rapture even effect him at this point?
You hadn't lived together that long, and even then your respective calendars didn't overlap that much. Or your social batteries, which made for the most double-edged-sword of living situations ever. On one hand, you barely had to interact. You both could go on about your lives knowing there's someone else helping to pay rent and keep up the place. But on the other, your occasional conversations were stilted. Like small talk physically hurt you two.
"Geez looks like we'll get rain today," you'd say, staring at your phone.
"Ye-yeah. Yeah. That happens sometimes…rain," Vessel would reply with the exact amount of confidence you'd imagine.
"Hm. Wild."
Even weather wasn't safe.
"Ok…so…" you started, "why don't you tell me what exactly you were doing?"
You spoke so calmly. Textbook effective communication, or worse, gentle parenting. Vessel wonders to himself where you learned to be so firm and patient. A warm blush creeps up his face before he's full blown flushed with embarrassment.
"Uhm. I was…uh—"
"Jesus, come on." You rub your temples before sighing deeply. How far back did your bloodline get cursed for this to be your Friday night? "Look, Ves, we all know what you were doing but, humor me. Yeah?"
He swallows hard before he starts bouncing his leg hard and fast. Anything to keep his body from nope-ing the fuck out of the room. "I was seeing…" he starts out really strong but his conviction crumbles the second he looks up at you after staring at the wood grain of the table. You're leaned back in your chair, practically appraising him. Oh. Oh you liked this. "God dammit. I was seeing how long my…my…dick is but I needed a ruler. And I knew you had one and—"
"But why the ruler specifically," you ask flatly.
"Because…you know…you have to get it just so and flush against your pubic bone and I just thought…well-"
"So how big was it?"
Vessel nearly passes out. "What…what did you ask me?"
"So why did you need to know?"
You don't even blink. This line of questioning and your smoldering gaze make him want to crawl out of his skin. You know you have him cornered and its even better than he could ever imagine.
"Just thought an exact measurement would be nice for my profile-" but he cuts himself off. "HEY, you're tricking me into making this worse!"
Before Vessel can raise his voice again, you've snapped at him like he's a bad dog. "Don't you dare. You don't have a leg to stand on, boy." He has to fight against every fiber of his being to keep from moaning outloud. Boy? Fuck, dude. You had his number and you were tickled by it. "So what kind of profile is it, Ves?"
"A…uhm…" think think think "health…"
You laugh out loud and roll your eyes, cursing the day you let this wet loser into your home. "So you're not looking for a girl-next-door-type?" It isn't even a question. It's so painfully obvious to the both of you that he when you first met he might as well have opened with with "Hey, I'm Vessel, I saw your ad for a roommate. I don't smoke, but I am a sub top, is that ok?"
"No…I don't want someone all passive. I just want—"
"To be bossed around?"
Oh you asshole. How dare you read him like a book. Vessel has the nerve to cross his arms and huff. "No," he snaps in the most unconvincing angry voice.
"Stand up," you order. It's soft but commanding. And effective. Vessel stands up as fast as he can. When you point to a spot on the floor, he stutters for only a second before walking to it.
"Shoul-…may I kneel?"
"No."
It isn't obvious by looking, but Vessel is horny and floaty beyond comprehension. All you do is lift an eyebrow and he breaks. He tells you all about how he's finally allowed himself to pursue one of his biggest fantasies. "I figured…I had the music. I did that. So why not…why not see what other dreams can come true?" He wanted to be some girl's emotional pin cushion. Someone's little toy who liked being teased, and chided, and pushed around.
"Right, so lots of psychological stuff, but what about sex, is tha-"
"It's a must."
"Christ, Ves."
"What!? This is what you wanted," he cries, practically pouting. "You wanted answers and now, what? I'm too perverted to have any more chances to explain myself and answer your nosy, asinine questions?"
"Uh oh…someone's getting awfully huffy with me."
Vessel holds back from showing his true feelings-an uncomfortable mix of annoyance, shame, and lust. "I…no. No that's not fair!"
But, it kind of was fair at the moment. You were rightfully upset at him, but Vessel really, really liked this outlet. It got you talking about his kink ever so slightly. And he could see how your eyes trailed up and down his body. You were definitely checking him out. But did you like what you saw? Had you gotten a good look at his cock when you walked in? He hopes so. He really does.
"You know what," you sigh out of sheer boredom. You aren't even looking at him anymore. Just your nails…you sassy bitch. "Let's chalk this up to, oh, I don't know. Acting out? Just…stay out of my shit. Understood?"
"Yes, Mommy" lingers right on the tip of his tongue before he finally says, "right. And, I'm sorry. Won't happen again."
But you know it will. You know what kind of horny demon you've welcomed in.
In the coming days, Vessel's anxiety increased. What normally settles at an annoying yet oddly motivating hum was now a loud, frantic roar. He was clumsier. Hitting switches at the sound board he didn't mean to. Standing for a moment too long in someone's way. He even flubs his cafe order and doesn't feel emotionally stable enough to correct himself. That barista wouldn't have cared, but everyone around would've felt 10% less ok after seeing a grown man tearfully explain that, actually, he meant to order an espresso. Not a dark roast. The world revolved around more pressing matters than Vessel's needs and desires…but fuck that noise.
He finds himself standing at your closed bedroom door at 11:30 pm on the most boring of nights. From the moment he got back from the studio to now, he had isolated himself. Didn't even verbally respond to your texts when you got home (a thumbs up emoji would have to suffice). This is bad. He should take himself to bed but he's already knocking and opening the door because you've so…so sweetly told him to come in.
Despite everything, you don't read deeply into why Vessel might be in your room on this particular night. You look up at him from your bed, the TV illuminating what the small bedside lamp doesn't of your faces. Maybe this was his last attempt to socialize before calling it a day.
"Sorry…I…" He's been crying. Doesn't even try to hide it. "I'm in a weird…sad place." And that was true. His whole fuck up with your ruler made him angry with himself. It's to the point he doesn't feel worthy of a domme or fulfilling any fantasy for that matter. "I…I don't want to be alone right now," he says sniffling.
"And I don't want you to be."
As you raised the covers, Vessel nestled snugly against you without hesitation. Practically clinging to you like it was nothing.
"You wanna talk about it," you ask. He's wrapped in your arms as one one of your hands lightly scratches his neck. A muffled "no" comes from your collarbone. It made you a little sad that he didn't want to talk because you genuinely wanted to help this time. This "funk" felt different. At some point, he seemed to feel a little better. Your neck was now warm and slightly moist from Vessel nuzzling and whimpering ever so slightly. Were they happy noises? You weren't so sure until you felt it. He shifted, letting his lips graze the bare plane of your chest. In his boldness, Vessel let himself settle right about where your tank top's neckline began. Right above the fabric that hid the rest of what he desired. His shuddering breaths and shy movements light you up from the inside, gnawing at that bit of loneliness you kept avoiding. Finally, Vessel peers up at you from dreamy lidded eyes as he kisses your cleavage. His wide hands clutch and paw at you as he moans softly against your skin. Leaving little wet marks, letting out soft pained moans.
And he thinks for a moment that he just might have you. Your back arches ever so slightly, so he risks a glance up at you with his wet, pleading eyes. Please, please let him keep going. Let him take this even further. He thinks he'll get his way until suddenly he's on the other side of the bed.
"The fuck is wrong with you?!"
Vessel scurries out of your bed and back into his, panting, nearly sweating. What a fucking rush. He should not have done that, but when he puts his ear to your shared wall and hears you riffle around your bedside table for that elusive buzzing toy, he knows it was worth it.
"That's what I thought…" he whispers. His hand is already down his sweats, jerking himself off to the barely audible sound of you getting off. Were you thinking about him? He can't help but laugh to himself as he replays the ordeal. He's too lost in thought to realize your room had gone quiet and that his door was thrown open.
"You sick little fuck…"
Before Vessel can let go of his cock, you've grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his bed. Meanwhile, your head is throbbing. You shouldn't have gotten excited when he laid against you. And you certainly shouldn't have egged him on during that stupid little chat about his kink. And you definitely shouldn't resort to physical force, but god it felt good. "Are you out of your mind? I could have you out of here with a protective order before you could even realize how fucked you are."
There's nothing pretty about how this is shaking out. You're straddling his waist with your hand around his neck, pining him down. And he's still rock hard in his fist.
"What is it that you actually like, Vessel? Getting caught? Seeing how shocked I am? Huh? You stupid pervert…acting like you want me-"
The gag pulls you out. His eyes glassy, lips barely parted. This wasn't you! Holy fuck this wasn't you! When you move your hand from Vessel's throat, he gasps and whines with soft little pants.
"We can't do this…Oh my god..I can't-"
Vessel grabs you before you can hurl yourself off of him. He isn't clinging like before. For only a moment you feel like equals. "We can…darling, we can, please. Come on…where's your rage," he whispers frantically. Gently, he pushes your hair out of your face, searching your eyes for any sign of softening. "I need it."
The next morning, Vessel wakes in a cold sweat. Bolting out of bed and tripping over his jeans from the night before like he was late for school. He has to find you before you go out that day. The house suddenly feels like a warren. Where the fuck were you? When he gets to the kitchen, his stomach drops. There's a hand written note stuck to the fridge. Fuck. Is this his eviction/excommunication/death sentence?
Vessel's Responsibility Chart
Doing your laundry? Staying out of your office? OK, fine. Whatever, you could have just asked. But then…
No touching yourself (Not even edging :) )
Tell me when you're having a dirty thought (don't spare any details)
Vessel was wound so tight around your finger that he could break at any moment.
"Oh shit…"
And that moment came only a second later when he saw the reward for completing his tasks without fail over the next thirty days.
Reward: Watch Miss get off (no touching or talking allowed)
ok wolfquest drama. Magnolia’s mate Hemlock has 2 brothers and one of them has formed a new pack on the map. this ties into my lore for him PERFECTLY because he hated his litter mates and older siblings. i love this game
we love storylines. also, I was playing Civ 7 and you'll never guess who, at one point, was my only friend in the world. Hint: he's your lawyer
i have been yearning for a roommate!vessel fic where reader is a huge ST fan but has no clue that the bedroom she found for rent online is in her favourite frontman’s flat
@m0thmansdad would touch on this sometimes way back when & it has been my obsession ever since!!
Hi Anon 👋
Request granted 💕
I'm The Catch
Roommate!Vessel x You
NSFW. Some angst, some fluff and some smut
18.5k words in two parts.
Full fic on my Ao3
Sneak peek below the cut
He led you back towards the hallway and opened a door into a bathroom. Small, but clean. Towels were hung neatly on a rack and there was even a mat on the floor.
"Shared bathroom, I'm afraid," he said, ruffling his hair. "We can work out a cleaning schedule for everything, but obviously you would be responsible for your own room. Speaking of which…"
He opened the door next to the bathroom and gestured for you to enter. The window was open, freshening up the space, but you immediately liked the vibe as you entered. A double bed, wardrobe, and a dresser furnished the space, along with a bedside table, complete with lamp. Everything looked brand new, even the carpet felt squishy beneath your feet.
"Wow, this is great," you smiled, gazing around. You turned to him. "I feel like there should be a catch somehow. How is this room still available?"
A little smirk curved his mouth as he leant against the dresser. "I'm the catch."
"Oh, are you now?" Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him, and then he blushed, his hand ruffling nervously through his hair.
"Um, shit. That sounded so much better in my head," he winced. "I meant, I'm the part of the agreement that might cause a stumbling block. I'm a bit weird. I mean, isn't it obvious?"
It was your turn to smirk as you watched him squirm in embarrassment. Gangly and awkward, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink. It was actually rather adorable. You'd always had a soft spot for the nerdy type. "Oh, definitely," you nodded, unable to resist an opportunity to tease. "Clocked it as soon as you opened the door. I was prepared, though. The advert did promise me weird, and I'm here for it."
He gave you a bashful glance and huffed an awkward laugh. "Well, you won't be disappointed."
"Sounds intriguing," you said. "If you're happy to move to the next stage, then I'm interested."
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