#ves writes

tags: 18+, dubcon (because of reader being a hybrid), poly relationship, fem!reader, hybrid!reader, a/b/o elements mentioned, tall reader, unprotected sex, gay sex, anal sex, degradation kink, dom/sub, rough sex, somewhat of a threesome, voyerism, exhibition kink

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thinking about how you get more and more comfortable with the entire group and their dynamic, learning how to fit into their life properly and making a place for yourself there. mastering how to calm each one of them when they come back from dangerous missions that maybe didn't go so well. picking up on what they like and what they don't, adjusting to their needs. learning to be bolder. needier. 

and the boys always do what you want, meet your needs. well, maybe not always but most of the time. they're so attentive during your first heat, at your beck and call and doing everything to satisfy you. you think this is what ultimately gets you all closer to each other, the men finally being fully comfortable around you and not holding back. 

it surprises you when you walk into soap's room without knocking – a bad habit of yours – and catch him getting fucked by ghost. the ghost who wouldn't even touch you properly. you're stuck in the door, unsure what to do when ghost nearly barks at you. 

either get in or get out. 

you wait a moment before deciding and stepping into the room, closing the door behind you and locking it this time. the air is thick with the smell of sweat and sex and... strawberry lube? you stay planted on the spot, just watching the two men. johnny lying on his tummy, his hips angled so ghost can fuck him harder, deeper. soap's panting, gasping for breath and grunting from pleasure; his eyes lidded and nearly closed and you can't tell if he even noticed your presence. ghost is above him, knees firmly planted on each side of soap's thighs, pushing his partner deeper into the mattress and grunting so low it almost sounds like growling. 

no touching, pup. just watch. 

and of course, you listen. you listen to him even though your puppy cunt is already twitching with the need to be filled as well, your fingers twitching with the need to touch. you only sit in the chair by the small table that's in the room and watch and listen to the sounds. the squeaking of the mattress, the deep grunting from both men, the lewd slapping of skin against skin, the rhythmic thumping of your own tail against the chair. 

simon tells johnny to moan your name and he does. he does and it sounds so lovely on his lips, you just want to kiss him and lick into his mouth. but you can't. 

you sit there long enough for both of them to cum onto the sheets and each other and it's so erotic it actually makes you whine. simon retrieves a t-shirt from the ground to clean them both up as well as he can and it's then and only then that he tells you you can join them and cuddle with them. the bed's too small to fit all three of you, you have to lie down on top of them to even fit. by this time you're so aroused you whine again and sniff ghost's skin before kissing soap with tongue. 

johnny chuckles and mocks you. what a needy puppy. you can't help it when you start humping his thigh gently but simon scolds you immediately. tells you that you need to behave. when you whine in protest he grabs you by the scruff of your neck and brings your face so close to his you can feel his breath on your spit slick lips. he doesn't need to give you any other warning, you're not going to push it. you don't want to make him mad. 

after cuddling with them for almost an hour you get up with a single goal in mind. you need to find price, you know he'll make you feel all better. he always does. 

My first relationship was with a boy who made me feel normal, a boy who snuck me library books beneath the plastic-wooden desks of a dull painted classroom. When he whispered to me fragments of stories in alcoves of knotted blue and dirty wooden chairs, I thought “this must be what love is like”, because what else could it be?

When I was nineteen, a girl kissed me at center-stage, in the fleeting moments between the close of the curtain and the heady rush off-stage. When she pulled away, the air between us was thick with excitement and exhilaration of a performance well done, and for a moment I was flying, unmoored and unbothered, wondering, “is this what love is?”

I am not much older now than I was back then, but somehow, I cannot help but think that there must be something more to all of this. Do I love because of the way I feel? Or do I feel because I love? 

CURRENTLY ON HOLD

pairing: Tsu'tey x fem recom!reader

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? You're not sure if that's true but you have to believe in something. Finally managing to escape the corporation that owns your body for the second time, you have to face danger, tough situations and even tougher decisions. Just how well will you fit in this entirely new world?

tags: 18+, adult content, a/b/o themes, fem!reader, fem gendered pronouns and pet names, no use of y/n, recom!reader, age difference (but reader is in her 20’s), Tsu'tey is very much alive, and so is Neteyam, eventual smut, slow burn, major character death, graphic descriptions of everything, more will be added as the story develops – always check each chapter for more specific tags!

an: posted on ao3 as well. updates will be very inconsistent so please bear with me.

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𖦹 Prologue 𖦹 Chapter 1: Not Quite Houdini's Escape 𖦹 Chapter 2:

***spoilers ranging from mild to extreme ahead for Watchmen and The Good Place. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED***

So I read Watchmen (Alan Moore) recently, and Dr. Manhattan in particular got me thinking...what must it be like to be simultaneously experiencing infatuations, loves, betrayals, heartbreaks, all at once? 

As ordinary humans (I think) we experience life in a very linear sense, memories and flashbacks notwithstanding. But someone like Dr. Manhattan feels everything from his entire life all at once and all the time, It just makes me wonder, what must that feel like? And if I were in his place, would I lapse into desensitization toward much of the human race (as he somewhat does), or would it allow me to treasure all those moments?

Eternity is...a long time, to put it mildly. As human beings, we are acutely aware that everything we do is constrained by time, in some way. Immortality, however, removes that time constraint, and although that might initially, seem wonderful (Imagine! Having all the time in the world to do anything and everything you could ever dream of doing!), once enough time passes, boredom and apathy would inevitably set in. Human connection essentially loses meaning, because you are aware, even if nobody around you is, that one day, everyone you have ever known will be gone, and you will still remain. And that’s only if you experience time in a linear fashion, much less the way Dr. Manhattan experiences it.  

The more I think about Dr. Manhattan’s experiences the more I am reminded of Janet (the anthropomorphized database) from The Good Place. (Admittedly, Watchmen and The Good Place are two very different shows, and one could argue that their philosophies towards life are incomparable.)  As someone who is essentially immortal, like Dr. Manhattan, and also does not experience life in a strictly linear sense, Janet seems to have a completely opposite outlook on life. One of the things she tells Jason, after he decides he is ready to leave the afterlife and walk through the Last Door is probably one of my favorite lines in the show.

“Jason, it's okay. I'm never gonna forget you. In fact, to me, you won't even really be gone. I don't experience time the same way you do. I kind of live all times at once.”

~ The Good Place, Season 4, Episode 13, “Whenever You’re Ready”

And then, of course, this bittersweet gem of a conversation:

Janet: “To me, remembering moments with you is the same as living in them.”

Jason: “Can you just remember the happy times and forget the bad stuff?”

Janet: “There was no bad stuff. It was all good.”

~ The Good Place, Season 4, Episode 13, “Whenever You’re Ready”

It’s really a very lovely moment, punctuated by Jason’s trademark wackiness and awkward charm. I’m not ashamed to say that I may have shed a tear or two. But anyways, Janet has a sort of, while not necessarily optimistic outlook, at least a far more positive one. And although this could be attributed to her uh...status as a decidedly eternal non-human entity (unlike Manhattan who was once human), her conviction that everything that she has experienced was all for the better is perhaps, the real irony of this discussion - that Manhattan, who started off human, becomes less “human” in thought than Janet, who was never human in the first place.

Immortality is complicated, to say the least. It’s an extremely difficult concept for us, as humans with finite lifespans (presumably) to even reckon with. Thankfully, and hopefully, we won’t ever have to deal with it personally. 

maybe we were all once stars

maybe we fell, and hit the earth, stuck in flesh and bone, forever tethered to the cruel ground that forbids us from rising to the sky

maybe that’s why we yearn for the stars, even as everything falls to pieces at our feet

this blog contains nsfw + dark themes + spoilers

𖦹 TSU'TEY

Linger (series) CURRENTLY ON HOLD

tags: 18+, fem!reader, talks of rape, non–con, graphic description of murder, death of a character (oc), gore, kidnapping, traumatic events

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You've been sailing on your husband's godforsaken ship for more than two weeks now and you've had enough. Your husband, a wealthy British merchant with business ties to Americas. Your husband, to whom you were downright sold by your parents, who has never cared about you, not even a little, who rapes you every night in the comfort of his cabin and who doesn't stop them and only laughs when other sailors mock the sounds you make during the act.  

You've lost everything – your home, your dignity, your happiness, all thanks to your husband. You decided a week ago that you were going to kill him. Even if you die in the process.