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"There's someone behind him, it's been following him. Whoever it is, is always just far enough behind that he can't keep a good eye on them without fully turning around, but he knows they're tall. Certainly taller than him, and slender enough that they can slip through smaller gaps in the trees to weave around Vessel more efficiently.
They're herding him, and he knows it.
Like a sheepdog herding its flock. Like a wolf cornering its prey. They keep perfect pace with him, corralling him into a trap. The citrus-sweet scent of Vessel's heat is enough to guarantee that he's leaving a trail for them to follow."
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III & Vessel's CNC Scene Goes Wrong
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"There are so many hands on him now, and the sensation is so much, he feels alive with the lust coursing through his body like this. Kissing his friend like this—all heat and passion and arousal—makes II's head spin. It lets his brain skip over the way III's expectations are as inconsistent as always, setting him up for failure at every turn."
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II vs The other three, at once.
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- Part 2 of Lips Like Morphine
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"II doesn't know when his wires got crossed, but he knows that before getting involved with III he wasn't into being treated like this. He used to have some fight.
III had beat that fight right out of him."
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III can't take no for an answer and knocks II out about it.
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- Part 1 of Lips Like Morphine
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A collection of Dead Dove II/III fics in the same universe.
Top III / Bottom II
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Fuck.
He’s really done it now, whatever it was he did.
Well, realistically, he knew exactly what ‘whatever it was’ he did. He had gotten restless, angry, and violent over the past few years. The Gigastructure had a way of crawling under your skin, living in your veins, burrowing into your marrow- and, good as a bloke as Soap had always considered himself, he was no less corrupted and mutilated by his environment all the same.
It must’ve been his last stunt that got him sent here, or maybe a combination of the last three. Either way, it didn’t really matter, he mused to himself, and staggered his way over to the glaring bright green glow of the lever.
He had done the crime, and Kletka was here to make him pay the price.OR
Soap, a dangerous and violent criminal, has lived in the Gigastructure his entire life and had gotten into his fair share of trouble along the way. His last crime had gotten him sentenced to Kletka- a living, breathing elevator that carries him through the levels of the Gigastructure.
Bookmarked by virtualcatboi
04 Apr 2026
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“Ivy knows what he wants,” III said instead of a greeting. IV sank down in his seat, his shoulders coming up to his ears.
“Oh, yeah?” II’s eyes flickered over to him slumped in his seat, overly fixated on his mug of tea once he’d pushed his cereal away. “What is it he wants?”
“My puppy wants to fuck your wife.”
“That’s not —” IV started, but he saw the way II’s head tilted upwards, his shoulders stiff as he moved into a more pronounced position. His mouth closed, his eyes dropping.
“And what does he know about my wife?” II’s eyes were sharper than before. The kind of expression that demanded a response, but IV didn’t know what to say or why they were talking about Vessel like that.
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30 Dec 2025
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It had been over nine months since the breakup, and Vessel was over it. Over the darkness that had orbited the both of them for years and years. Over what had happened at the end of the year. Over how he'd nearly lost everything; his job, his friendship, his sanity. This wouldn't be a rebound, but a reset.
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- Part 1 of Violence of Grief
Bookmarked by virtualcatboi
30 Dec 2025
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one of the best fics ive read, ever. what a masterpiece
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He wades in it now, eyes still open, fixed on the speckled ceiling, begging himself not to crave bomb blasts and artillery fire in his childhood bedroom. Although…there might be something beautiful about it all, Johnny supposes, those noises in the thick. The gasps in between discharge that say: I’m here, I’m a part of this song too.
After a near-fatal injury, John MacTavish finds himself back in his hometown in Scotland. Fresh off an untimely discharge, he's forced to cope with disability, his dysfunctional family, and the lingering knowledge that there are some things he's just not ready to leave behind...
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- Part 1 of silver and gold
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“I’m not going to hurt you while you’re under my care,” Ghost said, voice low. “But you’re here to be fucked, is that understood?”
Blue eyes glanced up at him. They looked contemplative, like he was thinking over his options, as if he had a choice to begin with. Slowly, he nodded.
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Ghost is awarded a new toy after their forces overtake the enemy. The man’s a spirited little shit with bright eyes and a smart mouth, but Ghost’s never shied away from a challenge. He’d always loved breaking in new guests, wondered what it was about this one that had his cock stirring the way it did.