#polytoken

Living with four men was the easy part.

Trying to navigate the sexual tension that wound its way among you all was the hard part.

Literally.

This tension moved like a trail of sparks, setting each of you on fire until the desire was unbearable and you had no choice but to give in.

Like when II finished practicing drums in the basement, wandering into the kitchen shirtless and covered in sweat...

Or when III moved closer and closer into your side while you watched movies on the couch, his hands soon starting to wander across your shoulders...

The time IV commented on the slinky black dress you wore one night, saying he would love it so much more if he could take it off of you...

And of course, there was Vessel and his continuous sly remarks about how he wanted to provide for you, how his bed was always open if you needed company at night, spoken while he looked down at you with dark eyes...

Time and time again you gave in, offering them what you all wanted, which was your naked body beneath their naked body. They satisfied you in ways unique to each of them. Every touch and kiss and whispered word was something special shared between two. Roommates became a word in italics – true, but layered with ulterior meaning.

Still, it was not enough.

The tension continued to grow until you found yourself suffocating. You started to make up more adventurous scenarios in your mind. You imagined being shared. You dreamed of what it would be like for one to have their way with you while another watched. They all flirted with each other anyways. Would it really be so wild to open up your encounters to include more than just a pair?

Your thoughts grew more and more vile. Your yearning simmered the blood beneath your skin until you were convinced you would burst in some sort of erotic fission.

And then it all came to a head one Friday night.

You were high, sprawled across the couch watching a documentary about ghost hunting. You had made your living room cozy, lowering the lights on the lamps and burning a few candles. There was one large, L-shaped sofa set amongst a few thrifted armchairs. A mish-mash of blankets decorated everything. It was the type of homey clutter that came from living in a house with five people. You covered a soft, brown blanket (a gift from II) while you faded into a sort of trancelike state. Weed always made you horny. Before you knew it, your own hands were wandering between your thighs. You relished in the sensation of being touched.

Your thoughts flitted between each of your roommates: Vessel and his long fingers, III and his long legs, II kissing your neck, and IV, standing behind you while he unzipped your dress. The boys were at rehearsal, so you weren't worried when you let your sounds of pleasure grow louder, the motion of your fingers more obvious as they moved beneath the blanket.

Then you thought about Vessel rutting into you while II's tongue drenched your pussy. III kissing IV while you watched with your hands fisted around their cocks.

The spark in your core reached its peak and your orgasm blossomed beneath your own fingertips. It caused your back to arch away from the couch, your brow to furrow as your mind raced to catch up with the intensity of your physical feelings. Eventually your breath settled. You stretched out your legs, letting the euphoria wash over you.

"Please, for the love of god, let us touch you," came a strained voice from behind the couch.

You startled, flying up from your seat only to see all four of your roommates standing in the doorway. Their eyes were heavy with desire.

"Please," Vessel whispered, repeating his plea. "That was deliciously fun to watch, but you know we can make you feel even better."

By the way he spoke, you could tell he was barely keeping it together.

"I thought you guys were gone." The weed helped mellow your embarrassment. You would probably be freaking out a lot more without it. But still, your cheeks warmed. You pulled the blanket up to your chin.

"No need to hide, love." This time it was II, his voice more commanding than Vessel's. He walked around the couch and took your chin between his fingertips. "What do you think about having some fun with all of us?"

"All...of...you?" You stuttered. It was like a dream come true. Maybe you were just stoned. Or dreaming. But then II kissed you. His lips were soft and inviting, and you knew his invitation was real. It felt strange to be kissed by him with the others there. And yet it stoked the desire building within you.

"Yes," he replied. "Let us each have our turn with you while the others watch."

You had always wondered how it would happen – one at a time, all at once. You really had no preference, but it seemed like you weren't the only one thinking about it.

A pair of hands threaded into your hair from behind, pulling your head to the side to bare your neck. Lips pressed tender kisses into your flesh. This was III. The scent of his cologne and the tickle of stubble gave him away.

"You are so beautiful, dear. Some of us will be gentle–" he kissed your neck again, "–some of us will be rough." At this, he nipped your throat with his teeth.

"Would you like that?" II asked once again, his hands still caressing your face while III hovered behind you.

"I think you... I mean...I don't..." you stuttered. The drugs were making your mind fuzzy. Well, that paired with the fact that II had now settled on the couch just inches away from you. He took the blanket from your hand and threw it on the floor, revealing pajamas that barely covered your body. I mean, why would you cover up if they weren't even supposed to be home?

"Look how cute she looks." This time it was IV, who always had something to say about what you were wearing. "I can wait for you to see what she looks like with her mouth around my cock."

His words set your core on fire. II chuckled, nudging your legs apart with his knee.

"She wants you, Ivy. Look at how she blushes."

"Ivy will have to wait his turn." Vessel finally wandered into your frame of vision. This was all happening too quickly. You hadn't even said yes and already II and III had their hands and lips all over you. Their bodies were so close. You were overwhelmed by their presence, the heat of their breath, the touch of their fingers.

They departed, though, when Vessel approached, taking seats around the room. II rested his elbows on his knees. He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, giving away the nerves firing beneath his outward composure. III assumed a more relaxed posture, throwing his legs over the arm of a chair and leaning his head back into his hands. IV hovered behind them both, his body poised like an animal waiting to pounce.

Kneeling on the couch cushions, Vessel positioned his large body over yours. His mouth was only inches away as he spoke. "What do you say, love? Will you have me? Let the others watch. What is the point of having us around if you need to take care of yourself?"

This was what you always wanted, and now somehow, your lack of caution and their bad timing had left you in a position you had only ever dreamed about.

"We can put on a good show for them," Vessel continued, "and if you're still feeling up for it, maybe they can touch you too."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw IV's mouth tug downwards and you smirked. His jealousy made you feel that much more desirable. Vessel watched your lips curve with predatory eyes.

Seemed like that was enough of a yes for him.

He kissed you, his lips pouring into yours, teeth clattering behind a mess of saliva. His tongue entered your mouth. The sensation of him inside you this way caused your core to throb. This was not a gentle lovers kiss. No, this was the kiss of a man so desperate for your touch he was feral.

The kiss felt that much more electric by the fact that the drugs coursing through your bloodstream made it feel like your cells were merging. It was as though Vessel’s very touch was sinking beneath the membranes of your skin to stimulate the deepest layers of sensual pleasure. 

Beyond physical. Something spiritual.

Unlike his lips, Vessel’s hands were tentative. His fingers teased the hemline of your shirt. Still not breaking the kiss, you took his hands in yours and pushed them underneath your shirt until his warm palms pressed into the flesh of your breasts. He groaned into your mouth, acknowledging your invitation by squeezing your flesh, pinching your nipples between his fingertips. You arched deeper into his touch and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Fuck,” you heard someone mutter. Vessel’s touch was so intoxicating, you had almost forgotten about your audience.

“I think we are giving them a good show, huh?” You teased, breaking the kiss for a moment.

Vessel chuckled against your lips. 

“They are behaving well, don’t you think?” Vessel asked, his voice low and sultry. “Maybe we can give them something better to do than sit there.”

You took a peek at the rest of your roommates. They were all hard, and clearly having difficulty keeping it together. A swell of pride coursed through your body at the effect you were having on them.

Giggling, you whispered your request in Vessel’s ear.

Vessel kissed you again, then moved off of you so you could sit up straighter. 

“II,” Vessel spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over the rest of your roommates. “Help me undress her.”

II grinned. “No fucking problem, mate.”

II walked towards you with the seriousness of someone approaching an altar in church. He knelt down next to the couch and slowly began to pull your top off. You raised your hands above your head to make it easier, while II followed your exposed planes of skin with his eyes. You couldn’t tell if he looked more angel or devil, but you wanted him either way. Your nipples perked up as the cold air hit them. II sucked in a breath.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know?” Vessel cooed, before kissing between your breasts. His lips traveled down your belly, between your hipbones. When his mouth reached the top of your shorts, his hands joined them. You lifted your hips, allowing him to slide the fabric off of you.

II snuggled himself behind you and you relished in the warmth of his body and the feeling of being held. 

Vessel bit at his lip while he looked ravenously at your bare center, dripping with need. He stood so he could undress himself.

“Are you ready for me, love?” he asked. 

You nodded, watching him untie his sweats, letting them drop to the floor. Jagged pulses like lightning shot through your core. You had forgotten how big he was, but you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, ready to take him.

While Vessel repositioned himself on the couch, II began to kiss the side of your neck. His hands replaced where Vessel’s had just been, squeezing at your tits. You turned to press your lips to his. Kissing II was less frenzied than kissing Vessel, but no less passionate. He moved his lips against yours slowly, like he was exploring you. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, it tasted like mint. 

So much was happening all at once. Your brain struggled to focus on all the various sensations. But everything cleared with violent intensity when Vessel’s cock nudged at your entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” Vessel praised. “II, feel how wet she is for us.”

II’s hands traveled down your stomach, wide palms caressing your bare skin to land between your legs. His fingers began to circle your clit while he hummed with approval. You moaned at his touch. You knew II could work some magic with his fingers. 

“You like that, love?”

You could only whimper and nod, biting your lip. Then you gasped when Vessel slid inside you, letting out a drawn out fuuuuuuuck as you felt yourself being stretched open. 

“Good fucking girl,” II cooed, the pace of his fingers picking up with one hand, the other hand coming to circle around your throat. Vessel pushed himself all the way inside you until you were full. He looked stunning, like a carved statue of a god as he poised over you, the light of the living room lamps haloing around his head. He snapped his hips and slid his cock all the way back out, leaving you suddenly empty, until with another snap he pushed himself back in.

The noise you made was animal in nature. Your back bowed away from II’s chest while both his fingers and Vessel’s thrusts picked up speed. This was how you had always imagined it, being shared between two of the most beautiful men you had ever known. When you looked over at III and IV, you saw they were both palming their erections and you smiled knowing your night was not even close to over.

“Don’t look at them yet, love,” II commanded, placing more pressure on your throat. “Focus on us. Focus on how good we’re making you feel.”

You nodded, locking eyes with Vessel until he leaned down to kiss you. You felt his thrusts grow messy, and beneath II’s fingers, your own orgasm loomed close.

“Come for me, baby,” II encouraged, kissing your neck while Vessel’s lips locked with yours once again.

With a final, messy, thrust, Vessel came, filling you. Your orgasm followed quickly after, while Vessel and II both let out a string of expletives watching your pleasure occur in their own hands. Everything was bright and dizzying. When you settled you were panting, your body warm and alive.

Vessel gave you one last kiss before he stepped away without another word. He took a seat on an armchair, his cock glistening while he gazed at you with admiration.

“My turn, baby.”

II helped you sit up so that he could shuffle around to replace Vessel’s spot between your legs. He kissed your throbbing entrance and you squirmed at the contact with your sensitive skin. You weren’t sure how many more times you could come.

“Now now, you have a long night ahead of you,” II said, his voice laced with mischief. “Can’t have you tired yet.”

II ate you like a man starved. You closed your eyes, and let all of your attention focus on his lips and tongue playing between your folds. If he was good with his fingers, he was even better at this.

Your head drifted to the side, and though a gap in your heavy lids, you saw that III was fully undressed now, fisting himself while he watched II push his cock into you. III growled when your face contorted with pleasure.

“Look at me, baby.” 

II grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. Then he picked up your legs and threw them over his shoulder. He felt different from Vessel, but so good. Every thrust curved upward, hitting you in that spot that sent electricity down to your toes. 

“That feels so fucking good, II.”

“Do you like how I fuck you?”

The sound of his hips smacking into the flesh of your ass was obscene. His nails dug into your calves.

“I love how you fuck me,” you answered, smiling.

II chuckled. When his fingers drifted back down to your clit, it was only a matter of seconds and you were coming again. II groaned, throwing his head back while his pace quicked. Finally he came, leaving you slick and dripping.

“Fucking finally.”

III was on you before II had even pulled out. At III’s request, the two men gently turned you over so you were on your hands and knees. You were aching, and you knew you would be sore the next day, but for now you were focused on the massive cock hanging just inches from your face.

“Quit being so fucking impatient, III. I need to kiss my girl to show her how good she was for me.”

II shoved III out of the way, only to plant a kiss on your lips.

“You are such a good fucking girl, sweetheart,” he praised. “You’re almost there, baby.”

He departed then, beginning to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oy, Ivy. You can have her mouth while I fuck her, if you want.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

You couldn't see much from your position, but you felt the blunt tip of yet another cock tease your entrance. IV appeared in front of you, fisting his erection.

“Would you like that baby?” he asked in a gravelly voice. “Do you enjoy being full?”

The honest answer was that you had no fucking clue, but damn, you were excited to find out. You answered by sticking your tongue out and IV chuckled. 

“So eager.”

He placed his cock on your tongue. At the same time, III slid into you. The sensation of being full was almost too much. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to focus on more: III’s length thrusting into your aching pussy, or IV filling your mouth so deep tears sparked in your eyes. 

Somewhere above you, you heard them kiss and this made you moan around IV’s cock. 

“Oh boys, she likes that, doesn’t she.” You heard II say from somewhere over on the side of the room.

“So fucking pretty.” This time it was Vessel. Clearly they were still enjoying the show. “I’m gonna go draw up a bath for her.”

“Don’t rush me mate,” said III, but you knew he was just being bratty. “I want to take my time with her.”

And that he did. His thrusts were slow, deep, and measured. He moved in and out of you with ease, your pussy slick with a mix of your own juices and those left behind by Vessel and II. 

Meanwhile, IV drew his fingernails across your back in a way that felt so, so good, even while your jaw grew sore around his length. They continued to fuck you like this for who knew how long. By this point, you had completely lost yourself to the physical sensations of pleasure. Your mind was a haze, your body beyond any realm of logical comprehension. Soon, III’s groans became louder, and IV’s cock throbbed in your mouth.

“Will you come with us, love?” IV asked, his voice gruff with restraint. “One more time baby. I know you can do it.”

You moaned around him and it was all it took before he spilled into your mouth. III hissed, watching IV fill you, and this brought him to his own peak.

The thought of being filled by four men all in the same night, spilling their cum between your legs, down your chin, brought about your final orgasm. You screamed, your back arching deeper into the sofa.

The three of you stayed like this for a moment – an unholy pause. Irreverent reflection.

“God, baby, you took us so fucking well.”

“She’s a fuckin’ angel, ain’t she?”

“Let's help her to the bathroom. Our angel deserves a hot soak.”

“You guys take her up there. I’ll make her some tea.”

You felt strong arms wrap around you. Your high was starting to fade, replaced by the warmth of knowing that these four men in your life would not only fill your wildest fantasies, but also take care of you after. You drifted in and out of their chatter while they helped you to the bathroom, the ache between your legs pleasant and throbbing.

“Let’s do that again tomorrow,” you sighed, settling into the pool of warm water. Vessel was in the bathroom to greet you.

“Oh baby,” III chuckled. “Best you rest for a couple of days. But if you really want us, I’m sure it won’t take much convincing.”

“Exactly,” Vessel hummed, washing your back with coconut-scented soap. “What kind of roommates would we be if we didn’t take care of you?”

Roommates. You always expected it would be complicated living with four men, but now you realized complicated wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

You smiled, allowing the boys to fuss over you while you eased into satiated serenity.

“That's really why you're banging on my door at the ass crack of dawn?” You ask in an annoyed tone, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I'm going to tell you right now, you're not getting in here without a fucking warrant-” He cuts you off by firmly saying your name.

“I'm not here to arrest anyone.” He explains in an attempt to try and diffuse your hostility. “I'm just here to check in. Are you in trouble? Do you need help?” He whispers, eyes darting between the door and your less-than-pleased expression.

You let out an aggravated sigh, “Mike, listen… the only reason I'm not running you off my property right now is because you've helped me out in the past. If I needed your help, I would ask for it. I'm not going to let you show up here and harass me or any of them because some fucking backwoods country bumpkin wants to demonize a different way of living.” You take a deep breath, seeing the genuine concern on his face. “This… isn't like last time; they wouldn't hurt me. I'm safe, promise.” He looks at the door and then back at you.

“If you even get the feeling that something is wrong, you call me.” You nod.

“Get back to the station. Your wife would be worried sick if she knew you were out driving right now.” You nodded to his vehicle, watching him descend the stairs before heading back inside the apartment. You stepped through the door, kicking off your boots and hanging up your coat with a sigh of relief now that the situation was over.

“Thank god, you're safe.” Vessel pulls you into his arms, his voice thick with worry. “What did he want?”

“Someone called to report an unfamiliar vehicle and four suspicious individuals entering my house last night; he was just swinging by for a wellness check.” You reassure him. “He might be a bit of a hard ass, but he means well. I'm sure he won't give you guys any trouble.”

“Bit of a sour start to our first morning all together, isn't it?” III chuckles, making the rest of the group laugh.

“And here I was, looking forward to cuddling up with you.” Vessel purrs, the tension from your unexpected visitor quickly melting away as they all attempt to soothe your nerves.

“Nothing is saying that can't still happen, Ves,” II responds with a smile. You see a devious smirk quickly pass over Vessel’s features. You yelp, and your feet are lifted from the floor in one swift movement. Vessel easily tosses you over his shoulder to carry you towards your bedroom. You giggle as he gently tosses you on the bed, quickly being surrounded by warmth as the boys pile around you. You lay sandwiched between II and IV, III holding one of your hands in his as he lazily plays with your fingers. Vessel’s hand possessively wraps around the curve of your waist as he reaches over II, needing to be somehow able to touch you. It didn't take long for your eyes to grow heavy, returning to sleep for the last few hours of dawn as the new day's light began to melt away the cage of ice that had covered the surrounding trees. 

You smiled as you woke up, pressing into the body's warmth behind you with a soft hum. A strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb rubbing slow, languid strokes across your hip. You reach over to find the other side of the bed empty. “-’s just you and me, lovey.” Vessel purrs. You let out a soft, pleased sigh.

“Is that so?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone, your voice still thick with sleep. Was that your plan all along? Get me in bed all alone?” He meets your playful smirk with a chuckle of his own.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you, sweetness?” he whispers, his grip tightening on your waist. Your cheeks grow warm, goosebumps erupting across your skin as you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear. “Trust me, my first time with you isn't going to be some messy little hook-up in your bedroom.” He chuckles. “I plan on worshiping you like the divine creature you are.” A shiver runs up your spine as he presses his lips to your pulse. “Until then, we just have to be patient, don't we?”

“Fine.” You sigh in mock annoyance, making Vessel laugh softly. You rest your hand on top of his, languidly tracing the spaces between his knuckles as you allow yourself to melt into his warmth. “Where are the others?”

“They're making you breakfast. We all want to make sure you have a better day after starting on the wrong foot.” He explains softly.

“You’re sweet, " you say with a smile. “The power came back on?” He lets out a hum of approval.

“Clicked on a little while after you fell asleep.” You lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Vessel’s body molding against yours. You sigh as you attempt to roll out of bed. “And where do you think you're going?” He chuckles, tightening his grip on your waist. You roll over to face him, the playfully grumpy expression on your face making him smile. “Trying to run away without giving me a kiss? That's how it's going to be, hm?” You giggle as he pulls your lips to his.

You could get used to mornings like this. After leaving your lungs burning for air and your head spinning, Vessel lazily helped you get out of bed. Scooping you up in his arms to escort you towards the kitchen. “Well, good morning, beautiful.” III stood at the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan in front of him, IV at his side cutting up fruit and tossing it into a bowl, and II sat at the table drinking a steaming cup of coffee.

“Good morning.” You greet all of them. Vessel sets you down on the floor before collapsing into one of the other chairs that had been dragged into the kitchen. IV approaches you, holding out a piece of fresh fruit for you to bite into. He rests his hand against your cheek, carefully running his thumb under your eye.

“Eyelash.” He whispers with a chuckle. He holds it out on the end of his fingeMakemake a wish.” A smile creeps across your features at the simple request. You think about it momentarily before closing your eyes, wishing that every morning could be like this with them, and blowing the eyelash away. Your eyes flutter open to meet IV’s curious gaze. He presses his lips to your forehead before returning to the task he was completing prior.

“You hungry?” You smile as III wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Starving.” You respond, giggling as he squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I'll have breakfast done shortly, love.” You stand up on your toes, sharing a kiss through his mask before allowing him to finish cooking.

“Well, good morning, baby.” II quickly caught your attention, a warm hand settling against your waist as he pulled you into his lap. “Thought you forgot about me.” He teases with a chuckle. “My pretty girl is getting so much attention.” He squeezes your hip as his gaze lazily trails down to your lips.

“Trust me, that’s not remotely possible.” You giggle as his forehead bumps against yours, holding his lips just out of reach.

“Good,” he whispers, “because after holding you in my arms this morning, I can't seem to think of anything besides you.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips finally brush over yours. You feel II’s legs tense underneath you as you hear IV let out a sound almost akin to a growl from across the kitchen.

“Relax.” III states in a warning tone. “You can spend time with her, too.” You watch IV’s shoulders soften under III’s intense, almost corrective demeanor. “And II, keep it respectful, yeah?” III stood like a wall between the two men, ready to launch into action at the first signs of a fight.

You hear II make an annoyed sound of approval. The fact that he seemed to be acting like a child who had just been scolded by a parent almost made you laugh. You press your lips to his cheek, “I'm going to see if they need any help.”

“Don't let them work you too hard, love.” He jokes with a wink. You laugh, shaking your head as you hop off his lap. You walk up to III, crossing your arms behind your back.

“Head chef.” You address him seriously.

“Yes, love?” He responds with a chuckle.

“Where would you like me to help?” You ask, following III’s gase as it trails over to IV. He nods in his direction, smiling at you as you walk away.

IV tenses slightly under your touch, your hand resting on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You grab a bowl from the cabinet in front of you and place it on the counter to pour the fruit into.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the cutting board. “Guess I'm just a little jealous.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” IV sighs, his shoulders softening as he lets some tension roll from his body.

“No, you're absolutely perfect, love.” His eyes finally meet yours, the corners crinkling slightly as he smiles. “I just need to get out of my head, I'm afraid.” He finishes with a chuckle. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of him saying your name, “promise you're still my girl?”

“Of course.” You say, shooting him a flirty smile. “Besides, you still have to take me out on that date.” He chuckles bashfully.

“Yes, I do. I just want to make sure I think of something special first.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own. “My girl deserves only the best.” Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you sharing a small glance before finishing breakfast in silence.

“All set, sweetheart?” III asks before clearing your dishes from the table.

“I can bring my own plates to the sink; I'm not helpless, you know.” You joke.

III chuckles as he strolls up to you, “And why should my pretty girl have to lift a finger?”

“You're such a flirt.” You tease with a flustered giggle. You sigh, standing to answer your phone in the other room.

“Thank god I got a hold of ya’.” The momentary panic that had bubbled up in your chest at the sight of the contact that flashed across your phone quickly died at the familiar calm tone on the other end of the line.

“Henry, is everything alright?” Henry McMann owned the dairy farm up the road; you had grown close to him over your time running the store.

“Everything's fine. Tree fell and put a damn hole in the barn roof. I was hoping I could convince those boys you have staying with you to come down and help; I could use their pickup truck to clean up the place.” Your eyes narrowed at the request.

“How did you know they were staying here?” You question.

“Whole damn town’s talking about it, kiddo. Hell,” he starts to laugh, “at least three people have called up here this morning asking if we've heard from you.”

“You weren't the one that sent the police here, were you?”

“No, ma’am,” he responds immediately. “Your business is your business. As long as no one's getting hurt, I frankly don't give a damn what you're getting up to.”

“Let me see if I can get Vessel to come talk to you; he'll be able to help.” After some gentle convincing on your end, you managed to get him on the phone. Vessel might be wary of strangers, but despite his icy exterior, he couldn't turn down someone who needed help. After a while, he carefully hung up the phone and wordlessly approached the others.

“Let's get going; we have some work to do.” You weren't exactly sure what Henry could have said to Vessel that made him agree to head out there, but you were happy for whatever it was. Pulling up at the farm always provided this strange sense of home. Seeing Henry waiting on the porch, a dark pipe lazily perched against his lips, was a sight you'd witnessed a hundred times at this point.

“Thanks for showing up.” Henry’s hand claps into Vessel’s with a firm shake.

“Thank you for giving us the opportunity to.” Vessel responds simply. “Why don't you show us this barn.”

The tree hadn't damaged much but couldn't remain across the barn’s roof. “We need to get the sheep to the other building before we do anything.” You caught Vessel silently nodding at III, who quietly slipped from the group. You stood by as the pair formulated a plan, Henry seemingly impressed by Vessel’s initiative to help. You startled at the bleating from behind you, turning to find that III had successfully managed to herd all the sheep together.

Vessel calls your name. " Why don't you take Henry inside so you can both warm up? The more people out here, the more dangerous it'll be.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.” Henry chuckles. “You boys drink coffee? I'll get a pot started.”

“That would be great, Henry, thank you.” Vessel responds before his attention turns to you. “Go on, love. We won't be long.” The sight of his smile was enough to put you at ease. If you were being honest, this whole interaction was going a lot better than you thought it would. You were expecting Vessel to be cold and Henry to be abrasive, but the two seemed to be getting along just fine.

“Oh, wait, they're going to need some chain.” You sent Henry inside, insisting you would be right in. You were just going to jog back over and tell them where to look in the– You skidded to a halt as you rounded the corner. IV stood under the tree, his jacket discarded on the truck hood and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His muscles strained under the weight of the colossal trunk; with a groan and one strong push from his legs, he lifted the tree from the barn. You hear him curse before pushing the tree forward, causing it to crash loudly to the ground. You watched him grab onto his hand, droplets of blood dripping from his fingers into the pure white snow. You were immediately consumed by panic seeing him hurt, the inhuman strength you just witnessed being pushed from your mind. You yell for him, rushing forward to see the damage. “Are you okay? Let me look.” The wound wasn't anything terrible, a gash left behind by what you were assuming was a sharp branch, just enough to cause him to bleed. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” He wordlessly followed you, allowing you to rush him inside and past Henry to the bathroom. You kicked the door shut behind you, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink. IV stared back at you with confusion in his eyes, apprehension rolling off him in waves as he waited for you to address what you had just witnessed. He was snapped from his daze by you softly saying his name, “Can I see?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, placing his injured hand in yours. “I'm sorry you have to play nurse,” he chuckles. I wasn't expecting that bark to be so jagged.”

“It's no problem; it's what girlfriends are for.” He breathes out a sigh of relief as you smile at him. The silence still hung thick between you as you carefully cleaned the wound, being as gentle with him as possible. “So, you're strong enough to squat a tree?”

“I guess, on a good day.” He responds in an awkward attempt at a joke.

“Can you… Can all of you–?” You make a vague flexing motion, making IV chuckle.

“To an extent, yeah.” He leans closer to you, a smugness lacing its way into his words. “I would like to point out, however, that I am quite a bit stronger than II, thank you very much.”

You smile coyly at him, “As long as you're strong enough to sweep me up in your arms, that's all I care about.”

“You're acting like that would be much of a problem.” You swallow thickly, your heart racing as your eyes meet his.

“Try to sit still while I get you wrapped up, alright?” He laughs at your abrupt change in subject.

“Yes, love, whatever you need.” He leans in, gently pressing his lips to your forehead

“Is he gonna make it?” Henry asks, unbothered by your usual frantic chaos rushing through his living room, reading yesterday's paper in his recliner.

“Yessir, just a scratch,” IV responds with a chuckle.

“We're going to see what else they need help with; we’ll be back, " you explain before heading out of the house. You step onto the porch, pulling your jacket around you to try to shield yourself from the frigid wind. You squeal as IV effortlessly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

“See? No trouble at all.” He teases before turning you into a more comfortable position, holding you close to his chest. By the time you had gotten back to the barn, Vessel and II had made quick work of chopping up the tree, the back of their truck filled with neatly sliced logs ready to be moved elsewhere.

“There you are! You were gone so long we thought she had to chop your damn hand off.” II chuckles.

“No, he got lucky this time.” You joke, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You mind going to check on III? Tell him we're just about done.” You nod, running off towards the other barn. Upon entering, you couldn't help but laugh, watching III attempt to calm the panicked sheep.

“I'm not trying to eat your flock; I'm just trying to help.” He attempts to bargain to stop the bleating.

“Want some company?” You ask with a smile.

“Please.” III chuckles in response.

“I'm surprised they don't like you; Henry’s sheep are usually very sweet.” You muse, patting the top of one of their fluffy heads as you pass.

“I tend to be rather scary to livestock animals… for one reason or another.” He responds vaguely.

“Well, Ves wanted me to tell you they're just about finished.” He slides to the ground with a sigh, patting the empty cushion of hay beside him.

“Good, that gives me a couple minutes to spend with you.” He responds in a flirty tone. You tumble down next to him, allowing him to pull you into his side. “How's your day going, baby?”

“Well, I'm spending it with you, so I can't complain.” You say with a smile.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer to you. “Glad to hear it.” His gaze drops to your lips, slowly tracing your features before meeting your eyes again with an eye-crinkling smile. “Do you think, um– Do you think I could maybe steal you away for myself tonight..? Only if you want, of course.” The memory of III confessing how he just wants to get you alone bubbled up in the back of your mind, making your stomach flip.

“If you can manage to get me away from the others.” You joke with a giggle.

III releases a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. “Oh, don't worry about that, pretty girl. I'll make sure everyone knows you'll be spending the night with me.”

“Alright, III, bring them back in!” You hear Vessel call from outside. He stands with a groan, offering you his hand to help you up.

“Alright, everyone, let's make this as painless as possible.” He calls over the hoard of bleating sheep. He was surprisingly efficient at the task, rounding up the entire flock into one solid group to lead them from one building to the other. You noticed how he quickly spotted anyone who fell out of line, nudging them back with his knee as he barked to keep moving.

You jump as Vessel places a hand on your waist, “I think that went well, don't you?”

“I think you're right.” You smile softly, leaning into him as you share your hushed conversation. “Thank you for giving Henry a chance; he's pretty much family.”

“I can't say no to you,” he breathes out a chuckle. You asked for my help, and I'll always be there to give it to you… and, I guess, Henry doesn't seem so bad.” He playfully nudges your shoulder.

“You boys hungry? The wife and I would like to make you some dinner to say thanks for helpin’ out.” Vessel looks to the others for a response.

“Well, you know I could always eat.” III chuckles with a shrug. 

You hear II sigh, somewhat relieved, “Would either of you like help in the kitchen?”

“No, you've done more than enough. All of you.” Henry confidently walks up to Vessel with a look of determination. “After today, I can tell just how much bullshit those reporters are trying to fill everyone's head with. You're a good group; if you ever need anything, just let me know. Just make sure you take good care of my girl.”

Vessel smiled, genuinely shaking Henry's hand. “Thank you; I really appreciate that. And, trust me,” despite the mask covering his face, you could feel Vessel’s eyes shift to you. I plan to.”

You stood side by side with May, Henry’s wife, in the kitchen, helping her wash vegetables for dinner. “Those boys seem very sweet on you.” She gracefully dances around the subject. Your cheeks grow warm as you struggle to think of a way to explain your four boyfriends. “They're all very handsome; you'll have to come by and tell me about them sometime.” She whispers giddily.

“I’d love to; they're all amazing. I'm happy you finally get to meet them.” You jumped at the loud boom of laughter from the living room, smiling at the sound of the group.

“I think Henry likes them too.” She chuckles.

May insists she can finish up the cooking herself before sending you out into the commotion. You couldn't get over how lovely they all were, genuinely enjoying their time sitting in Henry’s cramped living room. The house was full of laughter, stories, and all the small things you missed about being at Henry's farm. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, you were comfortably tucked into the truck's cab, settling into III’s lap while Vessel drove towards their camp. III wraps his arms around your waist, chin settling against your shoulder. “How's my pretty girl?” He whispers.

“Good.” You reply with a pleased sigh. “Tired.” You follow up with a chuckle.

“Do you still want to spend the night?” A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

“Of course.”

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Vessel is like a shelter cat, before he falls in love. Normally, he’s very quiet. Reserved, only talks when he’s asked a direct question, and doesn’t really get into it, he’ll shut down. He’s learned that it’s usually easier that way; staying quiet. But he gets comfortable. He avoids seeking out people if he doesn’t have a reason to, and no, missing his Brothers because he’s isolated in his library is not good enough. He’s cautious and avoidant. But when he falls in love, it’s like a switch flips, and he doesn’t notice. He starts seeking you out. Trailing after you like a duckling(if ducklings were thirty times the height), seeking out whichever room you were in just to say nothing and sit somewhere nearby you. And he doesn’t have a reason, so his mind is screaming and asking him “why” he’s doing what he’s doing makes him freeze up and abandon the room. But he’ll get more comfortable eventually, he’ll stop feeling like he needs a reason to seek you out, he’ll silence the thoughts saying that this is improper of a leader to be doing. And he’ll just sit there at first. One day, he’ll carry in a book he likes to read to himself. Or a song he’s working on, with all his papers and notebooks. He won’t really talk about what he’s doing, he doesn’t want to start a conversation. He just wants to be next to you. But he will answer questions if you have them, and his responses will start getting longer and more detailed. A long time later, because Vessel knows what hurt feels like and is slow to trust, he’ll start talking. Asking about what you think of Arcadia. Dumb things to get his mouth moving. Then he’ll ask about you. Actually. “What is that, that you are doing?” He’ll never say “I want to know more about it” out loud, but the leaning in he does it and the way he pays attention when you speak about it and show off says volumes more than his words could. Speak for him, fill the silence. Show him you’re happy around him and his nonexistent tail is wagging a mile a minute. He’ll start showing you around his favorite spots of the manor and the gardens, he’ll become vulnerable with you and speak about himself beyond his interests, he’ll seek you out when he needs comfort. He’ll show you what he’s writing, bring you into recording sessions; his most vulnerable parts of himself. Of course, nobody will ever become more of his lover or trusted person than II, but you can get pretty close. Speaking of II, being close with him is a major factor for Vessel’s troubled mind. You get along with II? II likes you? The two people he likes most are close and friendly and maybe more with each other? That solidifies you as a safe person in his mind. All Vessel needs is trust, safety, comfort, and someone to help strengthen him. He often doesn’t even recognize it’s what he needs or that he’s finding it in you. Oblivious king.

II is pretty aware of himself and what he feels, so there’s a very brief period of him unknowingly being in love. During that time, though, he gets protective. He has his spot at the table, his specific seat in the library, his bench in the garden. He doesn’t change this ever; he doesn’t feel the need to. You notice that, obviously you do. And you most likely have your preferred seats, as well. II in love changes that routine, that pattern. Changes his internal seating chart to be next to you. Sitting beside you, standing next to you, acting like your personal body guard. Not that there’s anything to protect you from in Arcadia, but he lets himself feel needed. He won’t follow you around, he’s got things to attend to, duties to perform, practice to do, but in his downtime he likes standing by. He likes to tend to you, too. Like I said in my sick hcs, he’s a mother hen at heart! He likes caring for his Siblings, for his lovers. Doesn’t matter what or how, he’s taking care of you if you let him(and sometimes if you don’t and he decides you need it). Laundry taken care of, tidying up in your room done, instruments you have are tuned and polished, tools you need for your duties assembled, organized, and ready to go. Most of the time you won’t even see him do it. II will just think to himself “this needs doing, and it hasn’t been done,” and he’ll do it without a word. It’s what he does for Vessel, his closest friend, his Brother, his partner in everything. He recognizes these patterns pretty quickly, recognizes the relation between what he’s doing for you and what he does for Vessel, recognizes these actions, thoughts, and feelings he has about and for Vessel are also directed towards you, and comes to terms with his attraction to you. Again, quickly. Emotionally aware king, truly. But there will be some unsure moments, he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands as we’ve seen, so actually showing emotion through touch is awkward and clunky for him.

III knows. Immediately. He’s quick to gain feelings, it’s his fatal flaw, he’s self destructive. He gets comfortable quickly. There will be the talking stage, which is him meeting you. Friendship is forced onto you within days, that’s just how he is. Romantic feelings are a month or so away. And he knows, he knows what this fluttering in his gut is, he knows what these hot cheeks and ears are a result of, he knows what this craving for being around you is. III wants you to return the feelings, obviously. Join the polycule, love him too! He’ll do the most to get you there, he’s not shy about it or slow with it. He’ll be taking you out into the woods with him, show you around. He’ll talk for hours to, at, or with you. He’ll find trinkets around Arcadia to gift you, he’ll make things, he’ll draw(which I hc him to be wonderful at; in this AU he’s the one who’s drawn the singles covers for TMBTE and TPWBYT), he’ll collect things that remind you of him in the human realm during tours, he’ll have jam sessions with you, he’ll teach you to play his instruments, he’ll take you on sappy walks through the halls and gardens.. III wants you to fall as hard for him as he has for you. His inspiration on how to do it comes from fairy tales and movies, something you’d assume is probably unsuccessful, but he’s dating his three closest mates, isn’t he? And a deity, technically sort of kinda?

IV is just an oblivious puppy. My favorite doll to hurt, and this will continue. I’m playing with my dolls. IV falls slowly for you, and probably doesn’t recognize it until someone else points it out to him, may it be you or one of his Brothers. Maybe even Sleep himself, since the deity is very approving of His children loving each other. But IV is oblivious. He’ll catch himself gazing at you, always having a sweet compliment to give, face flushing around you, close proximity making him giddy. He’s a loverboy, a romantic at heart, but before he recognizes his feelings, he’s a sucker, plain and simple. Have we seen the way he gazes at Espera during rituals? Leaning against where they stand, head tilted back, adoration in his eyes. You’re gorgeous to him, plain and simple, but he doesn’t know where to go from there. Yeah, you’re pretty, he’ll tell himself. But that’s just it, right? You’re just.. Wow. His heart’s beating kinda fast. He’ll keep pace with you when you walk, nodding along, baby blues sparkling at you, ignore how he almost walked into that doorway, he’s stuffed his hands into his pockets like he’s in an Archie comic. May as well have that dopey smile and hearts floating around his head. But he’s completely oblivious to his own feelings. He’s unsure of himself, constantly, and these emotions are just another part of that. Yeah, he felt them towards his Brothers, still does! But.. is this the same as that? How should he know? He needs some lessons from II, seriously.

Current projects:

Sleep Token

🦩 Area Eden | | 18+ | 270k& ⬆️ | In Progress 😭 |

Who and What: Sleep Token x Annihilation (movie), OFC/The Vessels, iii/ivy established relationship, ii/ofc/vessel, past vessel/ii, ultimately MMFMM, lots of content tags: violence, blood and gore

The Tin: Seven years after the shimmer swallowed the world, four masked men hunt their ghosts through a strange, dangerous Pacific Northwest and encounter a survivor who’s lost everything but her will to live.

Horror Poly Smut? Because why not, that’s why.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |Chapter 4

Related Shimmerings:

Playlist (Tidal) -

Devotion (1.9k) - New relationship with a dash of that monster lovin'

Ivy's Nickname (Ask)

🦩Ten Days in London | 18+ | 170 & ⬆️ | Complete 😭 (?)|

Who, what, where: [AU-Present (2024), MMF, OFC/Vessel/ii is endgame, Age Gap, Fluff/Smut, this is really just me being silly after getting wrung out by Area Eden]

The Tin: What happens when you start saying 'yes' after spending your adult life living by someone else's rules? You wind up pulling a lanky, intense, maybe-songwriter(?) at an industry party and spend the next ten days hooking up while your respective chaotic friend groups try to help you decide if it's more than a fling or just recipe for broken hearts and an album worth of sad songs.

So the main arc is done! But I had so much fun writing it I'll likely return to one shots and shorts.

...and counting:

Playlist(Tidal)

Underneath Your Clothes (3k)

Previous Adventures:

Star Wars x MCU Crossover [Loki/Original Space Witch Character] AO3

The Walking Dead [Daryl Dixon x Connie] (AO3)

The Expanse [Amos Burton/Naomi Nagata] (AO3)

Fic Recs (stuff I love!):