And in your waking moments,
I will be there.
Incubus! IV x fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N has been one of the guitar techs, alongside one of the light engineers for Sleep token for quite a few years now. She'd consistently heard of various individuals' attraction to IV, but brushed it off as she ruled it as self-explanatory. He's a talented guitarist for one of the biggest bands on the planet. But there is a secret that lies beyond the surface. He's not exactly, well, human. So what other things is he hiding?
WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: LIKE SMUT. A LOT. until there isn't... BUT THERE WILL BE. SWEARING TOO. Accidental harm (by IV), him underestimating his strength. Also, other non-human vessels. IV goes from being an absolute bottom of a person to a top in no time.
REMEMBER!!! THESE FICS ARE ABOUT THE CHARACTER. NOT THE PERSON BEHIND THE MASK. PLEASE RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY.
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The sound of the band playing before Sleep Token was almost deafening, yet it brought no distractions to Y/N, who was restringing one of IV's Gretschs after the low E string snapped. It was a fairly unusual sight--the thickest string on a guitar, breaking. Of course it was more typical for the high E string to break, but the low one? It puzzled Y/N, but she merely glossed over it, in an attempt to finish restringing the guitar early.
As much as she wished to enjoy the wonderful energy of music festivals, the air wasn't exactly the most pleasing thing about it. The mixture of sweat and liquor seemed to always be the smell of impending doom.
"You alright?" III patted her on the shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Y/N stood up to secure the guitar on the rack. "You ready to fuck shit up?"
"Oh don't you worry. I've got a lot of that planned."
III and Y/N shared a laugh as Vessel approached the two of them. Their giggles faded away, and Y/N put both of her arms to her sides, her legs pressed together. III raised a brow, before biting the inside of his mouth to stifle a laugh.
"Sir, reporting for duty!" Y/N's eyes went wide, as she looked at a moderately confused Vessel.
"Why, do you... Just, why?" Vessel smiled and shook his head before letting out a small laugh.
Y/N stopped tensing up, as she sighed and began to stand with her arms crossed now. While Vessel and III were carrying on their conversation of adding a surprise song to the setlist, she peaked behind them, to see IV speaking with one of the event organizers. One of the most important skills that Y/N acquired after spending time with the band was reading others emotions, without having to ever see one's face. The event organizer had her hand on her hip, leaning forward just a bit, while IV cocked his head to the side, responding with a slow nod.
Damn that woman thinks she has her fucking claws in IV right n- Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by IV, whose gaze darted over at her almost instantly. He squinted at her, his mask wrinkling up around the mouth.
"Who the fuck pissed him off?" II walked by, unpacking a couple drumsticks to use for the next show.
"Hm?" Vessel and III glanced at IV, who was slowly approaching them. "What, him?"
"You alright mate?" II took a step back, as IV remained silent.
"IV your maple-neck Gretsch it's..." Y/N started to say.
"Been restrung. I know, thank you." IV swallowed hard before picking it up from the rack, wrapping the strap around him.
"Mhm." Y/N nodded before walking over to the rack to make sure the back-up guitars were also in good condition.
IV grabbed her by the forearm. She could feel his nails graze her skin, but he didn't sink them in. His hold was somehow gentle, even though she could almost feel his anger and aggression simply by staring into his eyes.
"I don't like her. If that was what you were thinking." He whispers, and the other three members retreat slowly. IV looks down at where his hand was, realizing that his grip had become even more firm, his eyes widening and darting back to Y/N's. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was... I... I should go. Um, sorry, again. So sorry."
IV let go of Y/N, and shook his head as he fixed his hood to follow the rest of the band. He continously swore to himself. He couldn't simply brush off what he just did. Y/N glanced at the dots of black paint that had been left on her skin. She wasn't offended at all by what IV did. Disturbed? Maybe. The guys had their ups and downs. Their highs and lows. Y/N has bared witness to almost all of them. This, wasn't knew. IV wouldn't hurt her. For that matter, no member of the band would.
But what he said, still caught her off guard. He didn't like the event organizer? IV clearly looked furious when he turned to face Y/N, but she had really never seen him truly angry before. Frustrated with the small things like breaking the low E string of course, but with something like this? But again that added on to the long list of things that happened to be unusual in the past few days. First the seemingly unbreakable string on most guitars snaps, and then IV, snaps. But Y/N refused to judge. It came to mind that thee was a chance he was going through something in his life that must be difficult to deal with. Family problems or maybe some personal ones. It wasn't her place to judge and she was aware of it.
Y/N stepped down to the booth where all the lights were being managed. In assisting the other light engineer, she helped to make sure the right colored lights were associated with the right song. As the band started their set, she nodded, confirming that everything was going well on the electronics side. The lights blinked red and she looked up at IV who glanced at her for a split second. In her head, an image of his eyes transitioning from cerulean to crimson flashed almost immediately.
"Y/N, do you see something wrong with one of the lights?" The other engineer raised a brow, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was staring at.
"Uh, no. Just got a little bit of something on my mind, that's all." She mumbled, adjusting the light colors again for the next half of the song.
After sitting down for the rest of the set, with all of the pre-programmed lights working accordingly, Y/N felt a bit uneasy looking up at the stage. Every glance at IV made her feel, unusual. She couldn't explain what the feeling was, even to herself. Like her heart was racing but not out of fear, but rather, for something else. After 2 more songs, it felt as if her whole body was screaming at her to look at him again. And so she did, locking eyes with him once more.
"Hey, if you're not feeling alright, you can head back to the hotel." The other engineer smiled. "I'm pretty sure that no one would be upset with you getting some rest. Come on, you've been preparing for this festival for a while."
"But what if something goes wrong with the guitars. I need to... I need-"
"I think what you need, is a very long nap. I'll tell the guys. Don't worry!"
Y/N nodded, and went to go grab her backpack halfway through The Offering. Even as IV was jumping around on stage, he glanced at the light booth, where only one person was sitting. A quick look around to the left, and he saw Y/N packing her belongings.
He grew restless throughout the whole show. IV tried his best to enjoy everything, the energy of the crowd, the music, and the wonderful light show, and... He just couldn't. Growing tense near the last song, he pressed down on the fretboard of his Jackson guitar, and broke the lowest string. Again. Luckily, it was after the last note of the song had been played, and the 4 of them could finally leave the stage.
"What the hell did you do this time?" Vessel shook his head, adjusting his hood. "Dig your nails into her skin and expect her to want to stay? You're mad."
"I just-" IV started.
"Just what man?" III's laugh sounded like a cocktail of anger and disappointment. "Oh yeah, 'just because you think I like this girl that was flirting with me, I don't and hope you know that.' What the actual fuck was that? You better pray to Sleep you didn't scare her away forever. Fuck."
"Oh." Vessel lets out a small chuckle, staring at IV.
"Don't you read my thoughts. Not now." IV sets his guitar down in the rack, the lowest string slumping over the other slots in the rack.
"The problem is not that I can read your thoughts, rather, that I can't." Vessel's lips crooned, and the rest of them knew that he was squinting under his mask. "What blessing has Sleep given you that I cannot fathom?"
"I don't want to speak about it."
"Mate, you do realize we can help you, if you need it." II placed his hand on IV's shoulder.
"You need to learn when to shut your mouth." A low growl escaped IV's lips.
"You need to learn when to calm down!" III's eyes widened, raising his voice to gain the vessel's attention.
"You need to learn to keep your hands off of Y/N, you bastard." IV's eyes shifted from blue to crimson again, and III stifled a whimper in his throat.
"Oh my, Sleep." II took a couple steps away. "You're one of 'em? One of 'em servants of Sleep that uh... Needs to do... That thing... That process to stay alive? How long have you been this way?"
Although III, was still partially terrified, he let out a small giggle, followed by a few words that sounded like "he means sex, doesn't he." IV's eyes returned back to their original color, and he inhaled sharply in a brief attempt to calm himself, which inevitably failed.
"That makes you, quite... Um..." Vessel gulped, biting the inside of his lip. "Promiscuous, does it not?"
IV shook, his head, which earned him some odd looks from the rest of the band. It was true, he would indeed die, if he didn't, in his words, "participate in some ungodly practices" frequently. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was still alive, but he had ignored it for the most part. IV was still willing and able to go up on stage for rituals, so, he hadn't thought much of the idea.
"You're a fucking incubus and you're not having sex? How the hell are you alive? How are you not a whor-" III questioned him loudly, and II elbowed him in the ribs to get him to quiet down. "Jeez, fucking christ I get it."
"Dunno. Just, don't want to." IV shrugs, and the whole band goes quiet as one of the crew members passes by to help pack some of the gear up.
"I thought you were actually trying to flirt with that event organizer earlier?" Vessel raised a brow, crossing his arms.
"She was trying to flirt with me, and I wouldn't budge. Then I heard Y/N thinking that I liked the woman and I flipped. I don't know what happened, I just, couldn't take it anymore."
"So you know Y/N likes you? As in, has been fancying you for the past 4 years and hasn't said a thing?" III piped up again, knowing that IV's angry actions were practically unpredictable. "Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"
"I scared her away."
"Excuse me?" II furrowed his brows, setting his box of drumsticks down, hard. "You, what?"
"Either she knows that I'm not, human, or, she thinks she's insane." IV exhaled sharply, his head finding a small bit of peace in the palms of his hands. "Fuck me."
"She's probably at the hotel, you should talk to her." III replied, and IV sighed.
"So I can go off and scare her again? No thank you, I'm fine. And I'm quite sure she is without... Without me."
"Praise be to Sleep you are infatuated with this woman." Vessel shook his head. "For the love of all that is holy, if you do not speak to Y/N, I will do so for you."
"And what the fuck will you say, Vessel? 'Nice to see you again Y/N! Yeah, did you know, that IV likes you just as you like him, and oh yeah, he is a demon, whose existence relies off the fact that he has to FUCK SOMEONE! Oh yeah! See you later!' What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" IV stormed off, and the other three refused to follow him.
~~timey wimey skip~~
Y/N dropped her bag on the floor, and crawled into bed before grabbing one of the blankets she brought and tossed it over herself. She couldn't recall how fast it was before she fell asleep.
After blinking a few times, she sat up in bed, except the room... She wasn't in the hotel anymore. This was, home... This was her home. Her house. This was her bedroom. Y/N began to hyperventilate, and that feeling that something was caught in her chest earlier, returned. She looked around before a black-painted hand landed on her shoulder. In a frenzy, she pushed the person down against the bed, and it took a second to realize.
"IV? What are you, what are we... What the hell?" She let go of him, sliding back to the other side of the bed. "What are you doing here, what are we doing here? I'm at the hotel. How..."
"Please, I'm sorry. I'm making you like this. I don't want you to feel like this."
"Oh there's nothing wrong with me I'm fin-" Y/N was cut off by the tightening in her chest becoming worse by the second. "God, damn it!"
"How do I? I don't know how to..."
"What the hell are you doing, IV?" Y/N blinked a few times, squinting at him.
"I'm an incubus. I'm a fucking incubus and that's why you're in pain. This is a dream."
Y/N stared at him, the pain of confusion striking her harder than the actual physical pain she was dealing with. Every fibre of IV's being was screaming at him to hold her hand, to just do anything in his power to comfort her. She was in pain, and desperate for answers.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I shouldn't have, I-"
"IV."
"Yes?"
"You, are a sex demon?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
"Is every member of Sleep Token, one or is it just you?"
"Just me, but every member of the band isn't human." Words kept leaping out of IV's mouth and he couldn't stop himself. "You aren't, scared of me? Y/N, I could hurt you, I could kill you."
"IV, I, know none of you are human." Y/N began to bite the tip of her tongue as the pain started to become a little worse. "Vessel reads minds; I'm not sure what II and III can do but, III invades my dreams to play video games with me sometimes."
"III is finding his way into your dreams?" IV's eyes shift colors again. "Fucker doesn't know when to stay away."
"Whoa, whoa, he's like a brother to you isn't he? Because I know he's like one to m-" Y/N was interuppted by IV tearing his mask off and pressing his lips against hers.
She pulled back, seeing his crimson eyes in their full glory, alongside how his back teeth were as sharp as his canines. Her eyes darted from one inhuman feature to another, which caused IV to panic. He turned to the mirror behind him to realize what he had revealed to her. He crawled backwards before he reached the foot of the bed.
"No, I shouldn't be doing this. Not to you."
"IV, I'm not scared of you!"
"You don't get it. This pain you feel, it's some sick way of getting to to sleep with me. Some fucking power I can't control. God, you may not even love me."
"Excuse me?"
"This attraction you feel to me is because some ability I harbor. You don't love me. You can't, it's not possible. I need to go."
"IV, wait."
Y/N pulled out a small necklace hidden behind her shirt, and revealed it to IV.
"Vessel gave me this the day I got the job. Said I would need it or you four would give me a headache." Y/N pressed her hand against IV's chest. "It's so none of your guys' weird mind controlling powers can get to me. IV, I fucking give a shit about you and there's nothing you can do to change that. The fangs, the eyes, the fact that you're a damn incubus. Nothing, will ever change that, you hear me?"
IV paused, and his lips crashed into Y/N's again. She wrapped his arms around him, pulling his hood down. After scooting into his lap, he pressed her against the bed. Her hands were entwined in his hair, as he dived in for another kiss, this one being more hungry than the last.
"Are you okay, with this, with, all of this?" IV whispered against her neck.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna add onto a few years of your life because of this right?"
IV snickered and pressed another kiss to her lips, entwined the fingers of one of his hands with hers. In another kiss, her tongue grazed one of his sharp molars, but the two ignored the coppery taste left behind.
He pulled his heavy jacket off before beginning to kiss and bite softly around Y/N's collarbone, mumbling praises after every single one, drawing a small moan from the bottom of her throat.
"I'm sorry." IV apologized again, and Y/N mumbled a "why" in response.
Her eyes shot open, realizing that she was still in the hotel room. It was almost pitch black, and a figure emerged from the darkness, crawling onto the bed next to her.
"We're finishing this outside of the dream." IV tossed his mask, jacket, and shirt onto the chair by the window before crawling above Y/N and resuming where he left off.
Y/N practically ripped off her shirt, as she placed her hand on his clothed member, earning a moan from him, which he attempted to stifle with another kiss.
"Oh no darling." IV smirked, hooking his fingers along the waistbands of her shorts and undergarments. "I think this part should just be, about you."
He dove in almost immediately, and she could feel her walls clench at the mere exposure of herself to him. IV licked slowly, up and down her slit, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.
"Oh my god IV..." She moaned, holding onto him by the locks of his hair.
He pressed 2 fingers against her slit, before rubbing small circles on it. IV leaned into another kiss, before his kisses started trailing down her chest. Almost instantly, he pressed 2 fingers inside of her.
"So wet for me huh?" IV chuckled, in an attempt to stifle a small moan from himself, as he felt his member grow harder against his pants. "Fucking beautiful."
"IV please just..."
"What do you want, darlin'?" His eyes were glowing red at this point, and for once, he didn't care for it.
"I want to-"
"What do you want?" He pulled both of his fingers out of her, placing them into his mouth, and closing his eyes before letting out a small groan. "Fuck, you taste delightful."
IV was in a rush to rid himself of his pants and his own undergarments, before pressing small kisses on Y/N's neck again. She could feel how soaked she was, how even the insides of her thighs were coated with her own juices. And this new sight, made her walls clench at nothing.
"Please IV. Just please..."
"You want me inside you, sweetheart? That what you want?" IV tapped his member against her slit a few times, a sadistic chuckle leaving his mouth as Y/N's desperate attempts to gain friction were fruitless. "I need to hear you say it."
"Fucking hell, IV, I need you to fuck me for God's sake!"
"Anything for you darling, anything for you." He aligned himself before pressing into her.
Y/N let out a loud gasp, as she underestimated how large his member actually was. Wrapping her arms around him, she clawed at his back, earning a small growl from him. His pace was slow and deadly. IV made sure that the two of them would savor every single moment of this event. While Y/N was reduced to a pool of moans, IV's occasional growl or low chuckle seemingly made her worse. It took only seconds before IV had kept hitting the right spot, over and over. He leaned in, sinking his teeth into her neck, as if she didn't have enough marks already. Y/N returned the favor, leaving small hickies up and down his neck, to which he responded by crashing his lips into hers while his cock was still buried deep inside of her.
"You gonna cum for me darling?"
Y/N could only moan in response, as she felt IV's warm breath on her neck again, the precursor to the feeling of sweet release that hit both of them simultaneously. IV landed on his back next to her, entwining his fingers with hers again.
"Was that, uhm, good?" IV turned his neck to face her.
"IV, that, was the best thing. Ever." Y/N let out a small laugh, proceeding to cuddle more into him. "I'm just a bit tired now, that's all. "
IV's fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal shade of blue.
"Still can't believe we went from terrified to talking to each other to..."
"You having sex with an incubus? Well, there's a first time for everything I guess."
"Do you still feel like you want to kill III?"
"No." IV mumbled, placing his head atop hers as there bodies pressed against each other's softly. "We belong to each other now, and I think we have enough marks to prove it. Now, darling, you can rest. Because in your waking moments, know that I will be there too."
"Good night IV." Y/N pressed her face against her chest. "I-I love you."
"I love you too, Y/N. I love you too." He smiled.
~fin~
A/N
WOOOOOO IT'S OVER yeah there may be a part two. Perhaps? Mayhaps? Anyways I hope yall liked it, and I hope my smut wasn't awful because I am TIRED like DAMN. But still, once again, I hope yall enjoyed and I will see you in the next one!! <3 the chances of the next one being less horny and more wholesome are high.
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Then Don’t | Adam x Female Reader
A/N: Two stories in one week!!! Holy hell who am I??? Another request, this one was from @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay And here was the request: I would LOVE some Adam. Maybe him being his usual grumpy self when waking up and dragging his butt out of bed because he's missing his partner and when he finds her (maybe lounging on the sofa or doing some work) he kind of just drapes over her and demands attention and snuggles like the grumpy baby he is? Just, something fluffy and sweet.
Pairing: Adam x Female Reader
Summary: You have been busy trying to get a commissioned piece done by the deadline, which leaves Adam wanting.
Warnings: maybe a couple of curse words, implied smut.
THANK YOU FOR READING AND YOUR SUPPORT! TAGLISTS ARE OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WISH TO BE ADDED!
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You knew better than to wear headphones when you worked at home. It was already hard enough to hear Adam walking around in the still silence of the dilapidated home on the edge of New Orleans the two of you shared. With headphones on, your chance of catching him before he draped his impossibly heavy body over you was down to slim to none.
Adam woke just after dusk that night and instinctually reached for your side of the bed. You usually made a point to stop working before he woke, so you could both cuddle in the bed before Adam got up for the night to feed, write music, or tinker with whatever was building for the moment. But this commission piece deadline was the end of the week and you still need to finish coloring the piece. So you popped on one of your favorite playlists and got to work until well past quitting time.
“No…” Adam groaned when his hand hit mattress rather than the soft form of your body. He opened one eye, squinting against the fading light through the curtains. “Fuck.”
With much emotional but little physical effort, Adam tugged on his ancient dressing robe and headed out of the bedroom in his bare feet. By some miracle or keen vampire sense, he does not step on a single piece of wire, sheet music or other detritus on the floor. His eyes darted around the first floor when he spies the warm ambient light from your studio door.
As you set your Copic marker back into its spot and reached for your blender, heavy arms wrapped around your shoulders.
“Hmmmnnh.” Adam grumbled into the back of your head, leaning heavy against you. So much so you struggled to remain upright.
“Adam. It’s hard to breathe.” you chuckled.
“Then don’t.” His voice muffled against your hair.
“Well, that only works one time.” You twisted to pull away from him and he caught his body as he tumbled forward without you there to support its weight. “Have you fed yet?”
“No.”
“Go feed.”
“No.”
Your brow raised in an expression Adam knew too well. “Excuse me? I don’t appreciate your tone.”
Adam rolled his eyes and turned away. “I’m going. And there was no tone.”
He disappeared down the hall, but you still yelled after him. “THERE WAS TONE!”
Adam headed into the small bedroom on the ground floor. Inside was a small fridge where he kept his supply. After moving in and watching him feed twice, you promptly banished him to this room. Under the guise it made you faint. When he emerged, your studio light was off. He could smell something cooking in the oven. Some casserole. He headed to the living room.
Amid the two different amps, a guitar being restrung and several notebooks filled with Adam’s unintelligible writing, you settled onto the threadbare dark blue velveteen sofa in the middle of the room. You closed your eyes and listened to the hum of the ceiling fan as it moved the cool evening air to stave off the humidity with little success. You dozed off just as Adam flopped on top of you. A heap of muscle. Heavy muscle.
“Oof. Get off of me, Adam!” You playfully shoved at his shoulder. “I can’t move!”
“Good.” Adam grumbled. “So you are my prisoner.”
You struggled underneath him for a while, arms and legs kicking. With a sigh, Adam rolled off of you towards the back of the sofa onto his side. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight. His nose ran along your neck and you swore he is purring against you.
“You are so needy today, babe. What gives?” You enjoyed the attention from him and burrowed against him, wiggling your ass.
“I missed you.” He dragged his fangs down the curve where your neck and shoulders met and you shivered in response.
You chuckled. “You missed me? I’ve been right here. For months, Adam. We don’t go anywhere at night. I run my errands and work during the day. So what—”
“No, you don’t. I miss you.” He nibbled on your shoulder. “You have been working later in the night. You sneak off. I miss you.”
Your brow furrowed. “I thought I was being discrete, babe.”
Adam huffed, but said nothing. His hand ran down your side to light on your hip. He noticed everything, even when he said nothing about it. When you are unhappy about certain pieces, when a certain marker runs low on ink, when you slightly burned your dinner.
You reached out to turn his face towards you by his chin. “I’m here now. For you. What do you need?” Your eyes stared into his, looking at their unnatural color, seeing the hurt and love behind them.
“I don’t want to say.”
“Then don’t.” You cupped his face.
Without sound, Adam rolled you onto your back and caged you against the cushions. His nose nudged against yours as his lips pecked. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his shoulders. As the breath left your lips, he caught you in a heated kiss. You moaned against him, hungry to taste him.
With a nip at your lips, Adam wrapped his arm around you and effortlessly pulled both you and him to a sitting position. Your legs splayed on either sides of his hips. You threaded your hands into his dark, wild locks tugging on them as you pressed against his bare chest.
“I wish we were upstairs but I don’t want to walk up the stairs.” You murmured against Adam’s neck as you kissed the pale, near luminescent skin, watching as the dark marks fade as quickly as they appear.
“Then don’t.” Adam growled in your ear. He gripped you tight and stood, walking towards the stairs.
“ADAM! Put me down!” You clung to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your body pressed tight against him.
“No.” He made it to the bottom of the stairs.
“But my dinner! The timer… Adam… please.”
With an exasperated sigh and eye roll you didn’t see as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, he turned and swiftly made his way to the kitchen. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the oven.
“Solved.” And without another word, he marched upstairs with you giggling and screeching.
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