#vessel headcannon

[pastlivesxpastlie]

so I can have you to myself...for once

summary: new boyfriend!virgin!vessel thinks the world of you and can't think of a better way to show it than giving himself to you completely

vessel x fem!reader 𐙚

head's up/tags: switchy desperate lovesick vessel, sweet gone feral, smut with feelings, loss of virginity (lots of checking in and sensitivity), new established relationship, vessel is touch starved and simping, pet names (craziest one is puppy-girl tbh), p in v, dirty talk

Something Vessel didn’t tell you when you first matched on Tinder was that he was…well…how would he have even put it? Touch starved? Desperate? Needy? But you seemed to understand that. You were always holding hands while walking, or in a tight embrace if you were waiting at a crosswalk, or your legs and feet were touching while you sat. You get the idea. As much as he enjoyed the affection, he needed more. While he didn’t out himself as being, well, completely desperate for any kind of physical affection, he was upfront about being a virgin. Sure, he’d fooled around. He’d been blown plenty of times backstage and at parties…and yes he knows where the clitiros AND g-spot are, thank you for asking. But it never led to intercourse. In fact, it didn’t always lead to a relationship or a text back. A lot of times the timing was just off or the person was wrong for him or neither party wanted to. Which was completely understandable, but he had started to wonder if something was wrong with him. That was until he met you.

You were witty, kind, fun. Easy to talk to. And deeply into him. Vessel understood the allure of him. His aura and what came with it physically but otherwise he couldn't understand why you would want to stick around for more. Yeah sure he put himself out there on Tinder during a break from tour and he wanted the attention, but you…you were an angel. You made him take a step back and really consider what he’d been doing all this time. The drive to feel someone and something from others was strong for him. The sex he’d had wasn’t “consummating” by the wider society’s standards, and he was at peace with that, but he finally saw some truth in “saving yourself for the right person.” And it all came from a very sweet genuine place. He thought the world of you! But the other drive... To taste. To ravish. To fuck. That was very much running in the background.

When you two started having serious conversations about your histories and preferences, he was nervous. When he admitted that he’d never actually fucked someone, you chuckled just the tiniest bit, making him blush. 

 “What’s so funny?”

You just shook your head and looked past him, trying to keep a level head.  “I’m not laughing at you. Just myself.”

“Oh. Why…at you?”

“Because I could have really fucked things up. Do you know how hard it is to be good around you? To not just…rip your clothes off every time you come over? To not immediately drop to my knees with my tongue out like a greedy little puppy-girl?” You paused and met his gaze. Poor guy was blushing and breathing like he’d been out in the heat. “I don’t want to scare you. It’s not like I would push you or anything, but I’m glad I know. If you’d ever like to…you know…do something with me. Just let me know. I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

And that’s when Vessel started loving you and simultaneously cursing you. Loving you because you were so sweet, and patient, and gorgeous, and fun, and thoughtful and and and(at this point whoever was listening would pat his shoulder and say, “we get it, mate, you’re whipped”). But he cursed the day he mentioned being a virgin to you because he couldn’t get that image out of his head: you on your knees, begging for his cock. You saw all his scars and flaws and still wanted him in the rawest, most basic way. That blew his mind.

…

On the night you two finally slept together, you stayed out later than usual. Probably past midnight. But you don’t care. He clung to you all night at that stupid party and tried to make out with you in the Uber like a horny teenager. It was adorable. He was adorable. Back at your place, you fiddle for your keys on the darkened porch, which was quite difficult with a giggly man clinging to you. 

“Use your phone light,” Vessel says as he holds your waist and kisses your neck.

You let out a playful, exasperated sigh. “You use your phone light! My hands are full!” Finally the front door opens, and you both clamber in. Vessel’s hands find your waist again and pull you in for a frantic kiss. His hands can’t stay still as he clutches your plush ass but then trails all the way back up to grasp your hair. With a moan he pulls away.

“I think… I want to try it tonight.”

The giddiness and giggliness doesn’t stop once you fall onto your bed, making out and attempting to undress each other. Vessel kicks off his shoes and hesitantly moves away from you so he can take off his jeans. You lean back on your elbows, shaking your head softly. “So eager for me,” you chuckle.

He stands before you in his boxer briefs after he’s taken his shirt off, just taking in the sight of you. His fingers twitch by his side…and so does his cock. You like what you see and feel yourself propelled forward. Onto your knees. “Gonna take care of me, babe?” he asks with a shaky breath. He whimpers softly and bites his lip as you smirk up at him with a little smirk as your fingers lightly trace the waistband of his underwear and his happy trail. On the inside, he’s a mess. He feels the need to claim you as his. He doesn’t even really care about losing his virginity. Vessel just wants to know he’s been with you. The thought of screwing up tonight and not fucking you makes him cringe. He can’t take another night of fucking his stupid little fleshlight and sucking his own fingers pretending both holes are yours. When you ask if you can take his boxers off, he nods dumbly and bites his lip. He thinks he must have blacked out because suddenly your tongue glides from base to tip. Such a pretty smile on your face, too.

“Take your dress off. Please. Please, baby,” he pleads.You shake your head “no” with a little wink as you take his cock deeper into your mouth, nose almost touching him. “Fuck. My girl is talented,” he says as his chest starts to heave a little, “mmm please I…I want to see you.” He can barely get the words out as you let your tongue drag up the underside of his cock. As your lips pass over the head, Vessel’s panting turns into little whimpery moans. “Please.” You gaze up at him through half lidded eyes and see that he’s chewing on his lip and shaking…he wants to manhandle you. He needs to act out. “Fuck it.” Vessel takes your jaw in his hand and holds you so that you’re looking up at him.

“I am done begging. This is me telling you. Take your fucking dress off for me.”

His voice is firm. Dark. Lustful. 

“Yes sir,” is all you can manage before pulling the straps down. You stand up and let the satin-y material pool around your tummy. Vessel curses and growls under his breath as his eyes trail down your bare chest, his hands then pulling your dress further down your plush waist and hips. The feeling of his thumbs hooking the waistband of your panties makes you gasp a little. Vessel just shakes his head and chuckles as he undresses you. 

“You’ve already sucked my cock like it was nothing and yet me undressing you embarrasses you? And here…I thought you would be bossing me around tonight. You’ve folded, hm?”

“I uhm…heh.” You can’t even finish your thought as he pulls your hair back so you look straight up at him. “Got…got too excited I guess.”

“Hm,” he hums with amusement, “like a greedy puppy-girl. All bark…but you have any bite for me? Hmm?”

You stammer as he pushes you back on the bed. There’s something in how he maneuvers you that feels calculated. Practiced. “Ves…babe…? Are you sure you’ve never done this?”

He laughs as he lays atop you, his cock rubbing against your tummy. You can feel him quivering as your nude bodies touch for the first time. Vessel steadies his breath and whispers into your neck, “baby, if you had kept sucking me any longer I was going to lose it…but just because I’ve never been fucked doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.” His cock twitches between you both. “I know what I’m doing. And…dammit I know I’m going to just absolutely…” he pauses as his fingers mash against your clit “…drain myself so fast once I’m inside you. My pretty girl.” He trails wet, sucking kisses down your shoulder, breathing heavily as he poses a question. “I know you think about this. Has it made you cum?” You grit your teeth and whimper as his middle finger enters you and starts to fuck you. 

“Veeeeessssss fuck, baby…s’not nice to ask me something…while you…fuck.” He’s relishing in you trying to answer as he adds a second finger. Your hips buck against his fingers as he kisses your forehead and coos about what a sexy little thing you are. You can’t help the whines coming from you as he pulls his fingers from your needy pussy. All sense in your head flies out the window when he sucks his fingers clean and tastes you for the very first time. “What happened to my sweet, timid boyfriend?” you ask breathlessly.

Vessel plants a soft, deep kiss on your lips as he nudges the head of his cock against your entrance. You find yourself giggling breathlessly as he peppers your face with kisses before he rubs his nose against yours and whispers. “Still him. Just taking what you’ve so very kindly offered me…fuck…you gonna let me in, love?”

You nod softly and whimper as he pushes in. A pathetic, throaty moan ripples through him as he bottoms out. You’d never been someone’s first. It was a bit surprising but very endearing to see him go from feral and touch starved to blushy and pussy-drunk. Vessel wants to move. To feel your hot body against his…to hear you…to kiss you…to have any simultaneous feedback. His lust reciprocated. 

The instinct to care for him kicks in. You hold his face and whisper. “You feel so good inside me…you do baby…I want you so bad… Do you feel good?” His eyebrows knit together and he whimpers softly, wincing like he’s in pain. But he nods. “Do you want me to take care of you?” He nods again and buries his face in your neck. God his cock is throbbing hard inside you. Your hips buck sensually against him, riding from beneath. 

“Oh…fuck…you’re actually…you’re fucking me…you’re fucking me…” he whimpers pathetically. He winces and bites his lip. “Stop, baby.” 

“Are you ok?”

Vessel looks down at you with hazy, dreamy eyes and nods. “This is heaven. You are heaven.” His mouth goes to your nipple while he maneuvers one of your legs over his arm. “What did I do to deserve this…hm? Smart, beautiful girl with a perfect pussy…you shouldn’t have been single,” he whispers as he moves to kiss your lips. You both moan into the kiss, which makes his hips twitch. You feel the first tentative little thrusts and make sure to nod and “mhm” throughout the kiss to encourage him. He breaks the kiss, panting and quivering. You’re about to ask if he wants a break but he looks you dead in the eyes and gulps. “I love you, but I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. You’re driving me crazy. I’ve…I’ve wanted this for so long…and doing it with you I just…darling….” He trails off, thrusting slowly, making your eyes roll back from the stretch and feeling of his pubic bone meeting yours. You can tell he’s holding back. Holding his breath.

“Ves…Ves, babe…breathe with me. You’re ok…you feel so fucking good.”

“I can’t stand it…I have to…I need to…”

The look in his eyes betrays the sweet pout of his lips. He wants to claim you. Shape your insides to him. “Do it. I can take it.” 

He growls in your ear with a little chuckle, “you’re not one of my toys. I don’t want to hurt you…” He takes a shaky breath and cups your breast with his free hand, his other resting above your head.

“I trust you. And love you. You look sexy up there, ya know?” You say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. He responds with another chuckle and kisses you deeply. You both get lost in each other and then he finds his rhythm again. You have no concept of how long he actually lasts. And you don’t care. When he cums he keeps fucking it into you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he cries out your name…little curses…broken moans. 

The next morning, he spoons you. Pressing his morning wood against you and whining about how you didn’t cum last night. “I know I don’t know everything yet, babes, but maybe I could just poke around…play a little? Please?” 

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Vessel HC || Sleep Token

Imagine you and Vessel dancing in the kitchen together. The light is dim, and your head is resting on his chest. You feel so safe in that moment. Soft whispers of "I love you" and "we needed this" fill the air. the air is calm and all feels right.

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Vessels x gn reader

Sleeping with the vessels headcannons.

Under the cut <3

Vessel can be a lot. If it were up to him he would consume you entirely and then go right to sleep after. This man will not settle until you are pulled so closely into him that you almost become one being. Big on skin to skin contact. Just absolutely adores being able to feel you and your warmth completely against him. Expect every inch of your skin to be touched and held by him at some point before he’s even tired. He is so serious about this. Needs you to know how adored you are by him every second of the day, but this amplifies as he gets sleepy or relaxed. Can never truely believe that you’re his and he gets to share such quiet and intimate moments with you. The routine you share when preparing to lay down together. The fact he gets to lay with you at all is nothing less of a privilege to him. He feels beyond blessed every single time. He will press his entire face into the softest parts of your body and stay there. He’s found himself falling asleep lightyears quicker when he’s with you compared to when he’s sleeping alone. But he fights it. Every single time. He would rather throw himself into fire than miss being able to admire you for as long as possible, but the second he gets his hands on you his eyes are drooping and his head is heavy buried in your chest. His favourite part of napping with you is waking up afterwards. When you are both impossibly tangled up, so close you can’t tell where he ends and you start. When you’re warm and soft and still half asleep. No words are shared. But you say your hellos to each other by snuggling deeper and basking in the presence of the other.

II is secretly a cuddle bug. Really only lets himself succumb to it when he knows the two of you will not be interrupted. The doors are locked and the curtains are drawn and there’s not a soul on the planet that he will ever allow to get close enough to either of you during this time. Enjoys you close, and really enjoys when you fall asleep curled into him. He’d never admit it out loud but you’ve picked up on it, how he settles into the pillows when his arms are secured around you. How he manoeuvres your half asleep form around so your head is tucked under his chin. How he sleeps closest to the door of the bedroom. He only settles, truely settles, when he feels as if he’s protecting you. Always up long after you’ve fallen asleep. When you’re safely tucked underneath him. He lays awake for ages counting your breaths, studying your features, committing to memory how beautiful you are sound asleep with him. He falls asleep looking at you. But ii is extra cuddly in the morning. Especially when it’s cold. If you’re lucky enough to wake up before him, his hair is always an absolute mess and his face has ended up buried in your skin somewhere. He might wake up for a few minutes, when he allows himself to snuggle deeper, chasing your warmth and inevitably falling right back to sleep again. The world outside doesn’t exist to him when he’s in bed with you. His only concern being that you’re still there and warm and safe and secure with him. He lets you soak it up for as long as you can when he’s all soft and sleepy.

III completely refuses to sleep without you. He won’t do it. He does not care. Whether it be taking mid day naps, or if you’re out and about for the night without him. He will not sleep until you are next to him again. He can be stubborn when he wants to be, and he’s damn good at it too. Poor guy could be falling asleep standing up and he’d still force his eyes back open. He is just as clingy as Vessel is when it comes to you. Possibly even more so. His entire body is draped over your shoulder the whole way to the bedroom, face pressed into your neck and arms wrapped around you the entire time. When you finally get to the bed, it’s almost as if he’s forgotten his own height. He waits for you to settle in and then, quite literally, flops his whole body on top of yours. His face is pressed into you and his arms are around you and he’s out like a light immediately. He will not move. At all. The whole night. He will stay right there, as close to you as humanly possible, where he knows you can’t get up and leave either. He sleeps so deeply he will not wake up for anything, especially if he’s been unable to sleep for a little while, it’s like his brain can finally rest because you’re back in his arms again and it just completely switches off. His hands, if not around you, are holding onto you somehow. He likes burying a hand into your hair and pulling you closer to him. He’s all about closeness. All about contact. He’s very big on you two spending your time together. Whether he’s conscious for it or not. So long as your body is pressed against his, he’s happy. He will only move in the morning, after he’s woken up long enough, to shift you around and pull you on top of him. The weight of you on top of him is the best feeling in the morning. Loves watching you slowly wake up.

IV considers bed time to be the best part of the day. Crawling into bed with you after a long day, is something he can tell you he has become addicted to. He is big obsessed with you. The moment you pull those covers over yourself his hands are on you and he’s not letting go for anything. If you fall asleep before him, he absolutely lays awake and watches you for a while. He takes great comfort in being able to feel and see you next to him. His hands are under your shirt so he can feel your warm skin against his, and he’s conscious of every breath in and out of your lungs. Don’t you even think about trying to move away from him, he will trap you between his body and the mattress so you have nowhere to go don’t even test him. You do somehow get out of bed in the middle of the night? IV is following you through the house like a lost puppy. He could be in the deepest of sleeps but the second you’re not next to him anymore he’s up and awake in seconds. There’s been many times when he’s tried to blindly follow you through the dark while half asleep, ending up with big bruises on his body from running into the walls. Hold his hand and guide him back to bed. Be gentle with sleepy IV, he’s delicate. IV has attempted to wear your sleep shirt, with you still in it. The top stretched over his head as he slept quite peacefully with his head on your bare chest. Best sleep he had in ages. Will do it again.

[delicioustarong]

My version of a Semi-Human!Bill :3

He's just a silly (evil) guy hellbent in throwing the biggest party in the whole universe. Had fun designing him!

Just Bill 👇

[funera1pyre]

you just can’t seem to get to sleep.

it’s nearly 2am, and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours. normally you have no problem getting to rest, you’re out like a light when your head hits the pillow. but tonight, the stressors in your mind are preventing you from drifting off peacefully. it’s so frustrating, and you just want to cry.

vessel’s still up. he’s doing something in the lounge, likely writing lyrics like he tends to do late at night. all you want is for him to hold you, to make it go all away, to send you into sweet dreams.

as if he read your mind, you hear a knock at the bedroom door. it was no secret the supernatural bond the two of you shared. vessel was able to feel if something was bothering you. he could feel your restlessness in his mind as he continued to write. it urged him to go check on you.

“cant sleep, beloved?” vessel says, heading towards your shared bed and sitting next to you. you turn over to face him, hair all ruffled and eyes lidded and heavy. you nod, and he presses a kiss to your forehead before lying on top of the covers beside you.

he presses his forehead to yours, cradling your face in his hands as he rubs your cheeks gently. almost instantly, you feel a warm and fuzzy feeling spread throughout your body, it feels as all your ailments were erased from your mind. your body and breathing start to relax, and your eyes drift shut. all that fills your mind is peacefulness.

vessel’s comforting scent envelopes you as he sends you to sleep. “rest now, my love. i will be here when you wake up.”

[merontreasures]

family dinner ft. the vessels

[twodogs-twocats]

Sleepy Tokens: Falling asleep in their beds (headcannons)

Part of my Sleep Token as Roommates headcannons. When you live with the boys, you sometimes find yourself spending the night in their beds.

Vessel: Openly asks you to go to bed with him. No reason other than that he wants you there. He sleeps shirtless, of course, so you will spend the night tracing the lines of his chest and abs (which he absolutely eats up) He also loves to hold your hand while he spoons you (he is the best big spoon ever), playing with your fingers. He will tell you stories, speaking softly in your ear, but you are never quite sure if they are true or made up. If you ask him really nicely (he really makes you beg), he might even sing you a lullaby.

II: You end up in II’s bed after a hard day. Anytime something has upset you or made you sad, II is the one you go to for comfort. He will wrap you up in his arms, wiping away your tears. If you want to talk, he will make you both tea to sip while you vent. Otherwise, he will simply hold you and let you cry, and will encourage you to stay with him the whole night so he can take care of you. (He has a little kitty cat stuffed animal that he will loan to you to cuddle.) When he thinks you’re asleep, he might even place soft kisses on your head, hoping you will have a better day tomorrow.

III: III’s not-so-secret plan is to get you to watch scary movies with him, knowing you will get scared and come sleep in his room. He LOVES having you in his bed. He’s all snuggles and giggles, giving you little kisses on your head and neck, and playing footsy with you. Sleeping in III’s bed doesn’t actually involve much sleeping — he will want to talk to you, telling you goofy stories and jokes so you forget to be scared, or making up random games to play as you lay together. He loves when you put your head on his chest, as he likes the way your hair smells, and he will run his fingers through it, eventually lulling you both to sleep.

IV: You go to IV’s room when you are cold, either in the winter when it gets drafty, or in the summer when the boys have cranked the AC (because of course, they’re always hot). He is always perfectly warm. IV will wrap you up tightly in his arms, with his chest pressed against you. If you’re especially cold, he’ll dress you in one of his hoodies (which always smell good, just like him) and a pair of his big socks before pulling you under the covers. He even keeps a heated blanket on hand for you on those nights that are especially chilly. He will gently rub your arms until you warm up and fall asleep, and hold you close all night long.

[joshotime]

FINALLY FINISHED MY HK FAV HEADCANNONS!! i love these goobers so so much

[lumie-fly]

Oro's problem child

They eat geo <3

[dewracle]

IV's ABC's

PAIRING - IV x reader, IV x polyves (Briefly mentioned)

WARNING - NSFW! Rough sex, Cum feeding/eating, primal play, blood play, knife play, slight virginity kink (?)

AUTHOR'S NOTE - I totally meant to post this earlier but I didn't. Anyway, my IV is a mix of shy but a huge flirt. Wanted him to slowly gain his confidence... Plus include my primal IV fic

WORD COUNT - 1,087

Master List

❥ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

➛ He’s always rough during the act, so afterward he’s picking you up and taking you to the bathroom, running you a nice warm bath.  ➛ When y’all are done, he’s wrapping you in his clothes and cuddling you in bed. 

❥ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

➛ His? He's really self-conscious but gotta say it’s his hands. Loves how rough they are from playing the guitar.  ➛ Yours? Haha.. your thighs. He just loves to bury his face between them to taste you, squeezing them and marking them up. 

❥ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

➛ There will NOT be any wasted cum with this man. It is always in your mouth or in your hole. He refuses to cum in a condom and will take it off just so he can fuck your mouth. 

❥ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

➛ He actually doesn’t have any! The next prompt will explain!

❥ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

➛ He knows little to nothing. Has only had one partner before you and the vessels.  ➛ With his little experience, he is very nervous but tries not to show it. Every experience is a new one to him. 

❥ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

➛ So it’s considered a variation of missionary/butterfly, pushing your legs up till they reach the bed, pinning you down by the backs of your thighs, pounding into you while grunting. 

❥ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

➛ You’d have to be the one to crack the first joke, he’s nervous about it but afterward he’ll laugh with you. 

❥ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

➛ Mm fuck he has a bush. He doesn’t shave often and just lets it grow. 

❥ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

➛ The romantic aspect is there yes… but in a rougher way than you’d think.  ➛ Petting your hair as you sob on his cock, cooeing at you for taking him so well 

❥ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

➛ This is his main form of pleasure. He’s a flirt at times yes, but he’s nervous to ask to bed you.  ➛ One of those who tries to stay quiet but accidentally ends up moaning while biting his fist. 

❥ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

➛ Primal play. Please that’s MM, he loves the “fear” you have.  ➛ Blood play. He loves the taste and just how pretty you look covered in your own blood ➛ Knife play. Knife play kinda aids both of the other kinks, just really loves to run it up and down your thighs and chest 

❥ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

➛ His favorite place is in the woods, somewhere he’s chased you and claimed you 

❥ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

➛ If you wear a pair of thigh-highs and one of his hoodies. The way you look in his stuff makes him feral for you

❥ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

➛ He won’t do CNC or anything that plays with consent ➛ He knows he’s into pretty intense stuff so he feels like he has to always ask for your color

❥ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

➛ He prefers receiving. The tears down your face as you struggle to take his thick cock down your throat. ➛ Does give sometimes but it's mostly for cleaning you up

❥ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

➛ Slow and rough. He likes to make his thrusts as hard as he can, making sure you can feel him whenever he’s not in you.

❥ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

➛ No quickies with him till he’s more experienced, nervous bc he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. ➛ After he’s got the experience I am very sorry, he’ll turn into a flirt and bed you as often as he can.. Anywhere. 

❥ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

➛ At first, he’s nervous about it, only doing a slight bit of touching. After he’s used to it, used to the thrill, he’ll try anything that you’re comfortable with

❥ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

➛ He starts out as a 2-minute man, can’t contain himself, the way you feel wrapped around him, your touch. God, he doesn’t last long.  ➛ But slowly but surely he gets that under control and takes notice of the signs he’s gonna cum soon. Afterwards, it just depends on his mood, as many rounds as he feels like he wants to go. 

❥ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

➛ Don’t say anything but he does, he’s embarrassed about it because he feels like he’ll be made fun of (he won’t)  ➛ If you have toys he’ll try them out with you but you can tell he’s kinda nervous bc the way his hand shakes. 

❥ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

➛ You’ve seen him on stage, this man is a fucking tease okay.  ➛ The hard looks, the brushing against you, standing behind you just to push his cock up against your ass. 

❥ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

➛ Quiet boy. Only some soft groans here and there, he is used to having to be quiet. He does kinda feel bad about it sometimes but he really doesn’t know how to be vocal 

❥ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

➛ My version of IV has backstory… he’s ex-military… he uses that to his advantage when hunting you.  ➛ He also knows bondage because of it! But it’s still in the works so he only ties himself. 

❥ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

➛ A lot of scars and some tattoos. It’s very pretty actually… ➛ A bite mark from Vessel on his hip, don’t ask. 

❥ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

➛ You know how horny virgins are? Yeah, that’s basically him.  ➛ Excuse him if he just happens to be hard, he can’t help it. 

❥ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

➛ I’ll give you this… he doesn’t fall asleep right away, rather he likes to watch over you to make sure you’re okay. Maybe then he’ll lay

Master List

[catboy-cabin]

sleeptober day 8 - eden

putting the sleep in sleep token

maybe eden is cuddling with the homies. and maybe the homies are a polycule. who's to say

i love whatever the fuck these four have going on

these proportions are all sorts of terrible but who cares. certainly not me (lying)

the masks stay on in the cuddle pile bc those are their faces to me <33

[pastlivesxpastlie]

✧・┈・╴you turn up in the reveries of my mind‧ ₊˚・

summary: your roommate, Vessel, lets his lust and curiosity get the better of him after weeks of wet dreams about a certain someone...you

vessel x fem!reader, roommate!AU, friends to lovers, smut (are we surprised) wet dreams, masturbation (m + f), sex toys, mentions of somno and dub con, subby!vessel, softdom!reader, scent kink?, vessel is WHINY, p in v, light choking (m receiving), light biting (m + f receiving), dirty talk, teasing, begging, cunnilingus

a/n: at one point this was a drabble. then it evolved into this big boy whom i love very much. thank you everyone who reads and interacts. ୨♡୧

MDNI

✧・┈・╴

Ten. That’s how many mornings Vessel awoke with his hand already palming his cock as if his life depended on it…and how many mornings he awoke from a wet dream about his roommate. You. You’re always so kind and punctual with rent. And you’re a good cook. You’re clean. Quiet. Funny. Beautiful. Single. But when did you become desirable…tempting…fuckable? He couldn’t wrap his head around that part, quite frankly, he was too far gone to question it. Was it something you said? Maybe. Something you did that he just happened to notice? Could be. Or did the dreams come first? Either way, he knew that waking up just to imagine being with you felt good.

Oh to sneak into your bedroom after these dreams and have you take care of his “problem.” To slip under the covers and press against your warm, sleepy body…to kiss your shoulders and neck. At first, he thought about the thrill of surprising you. The way your eyes would focus after waking…asking what he’s doing and why he never said anything before only to shut you up with a wet kiss. But soon that fantasy evolved into something much more satisfying for Vessel. Instead of shock, you’d greet him with comfort and soft touches…like you were expecting him. He’d whisper “good morning, pretty” as you immediately embrace him. Maybe you were already naked for him. Or maybe there were no words between you…just his hand between your legs as you gently take his cock out of his underwear. Just the idea that you’d be willing and ready for him first thing in the morning…that he’d be lucky enough to be on your mind like that. And that’s the thought that finishes him this morning.

A bit later, he’s already put his decadent morning routine out of his head. Nothing a shower and scrolling can’t fix. That is until he sees you. Do you have to look like angel even when you’re doing something mundane like loading the dishwasher? Also, weren’t you supposed to be out of the house today? Things become worse when he’s a few paces from you and he realizes you smell divine. Like sugared flowers…candy…sex, honestly.

“You ok, bud?” You laugh with an eyebrow cocked. “I said ‘hi.’”

Vessel’s eyes flutter as he comes back to the present. He shakes his head and coughs a little “Your perfume…”

“Oh! Oh my god,” you cover your mouth. “it’s too much isn’t it? Its a bit much! I should change my clothes or…”

“NO!” 

He didn’t mean to yell. He just…god…please don’t deny him that scent. He puts his fingers to his temples, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry, no I don’t what came over me. No it’s…” he walks towards you and clears his throat. “It’s really…really nice.” He has to look away. “It suits you.”

You look down and smile, a blush forming over your cheeks. Recently you two were warming up to each other more. Joking more. Spending more free time together. But you haven’t noticed his lingering stares…mostly because you look away quickly before he notices your own lingering stare. 

…

A bit later, you’ve left to run errands. Ves is still reeling from your encounter. It wasn’t overly flirty…not even sexual in nature…at least it would appear that way to an outsider. But to him it was erotic. The way you blushed when he mentioned your perfume and complimented it. The way your confidence seemed to perk up after…god. What else could he do to make you act like that? And what else were you capable of? What could you do to him? And while he’s letting those fantasies unfold, he finds himself in the doorway of your bedroom. Shit. He shouldn’t do this. He should not be walking in, taking deep lingering breaths to inhale the scent of the room. Your candles. Your perfume. You. Just you. Fuck! His inner monologue is weakly begging him to stop rubbing his face in your pillows. To stop grabbing your blankets and taking in the smell of your body and what he assumes is your body wash and, of course, that fucking perfume. Oh he’s frantic. Actually feral. He gets up quickly and approaches dresser. There’s no perfume bottles on the top so maybe they’re in a drawer? Before he even knows what he’s doing he opens the top drawer and starts riffling around. He feels something solid..aha..there it…isn’t. He pulls the object out of the drawer and…oh. 

If the perfume made him feral…this drove him to the brink of insanity. He held up the sex toy and felt every ounce of blood in his body flow downwards. God he wanted to touch it all over. To run his finger gently over the rabbit part that teases your clit…to stroke the part that thrusts against your g-spot. He wants to watch you use it. He wants not be allowed to touch himself while you fuck yourself in front of him. He wants to clean it with his tongue when you’re finished and and and *DING DING*

You: hey, almost done over here. Sure you don’t need anything?

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you text him and yank him back into reality. 

Ves: all good :) thanks 

He throws the toy back into the drawer and breathes heavily. He looks at your bed and notices how messy he left it. He quickly smooths out the blankets and pillows to make it look less disturbed. God he hopes you don’t pay too much attention to how your duvet looks or the divots in your pillows. He rushes to his room and plops on his own bed. God, he hates himself. Why did he do that? Why was he snooping? Why was he imagining such crazy things? He’s on the verge off tears when he considers “what would I have done if she caught me…actually saw me?” The spiral leads him to think that maybe he should start finding ways to kick you out…or ways to keep him out of the house. Fuck fuck fuck fuck “FUUUUUUCK!”

…

The evening is fine, but Vessel keeps to himself more than usual. He’s also nicer than usual. He gets you another slice of pizza. Obsessively asks if the volume of the tv is ok…if you have enough of the throw pillows to be comfy…do you want more water…dr pepper…a snack?

“Ves…I’m. Fine.” You say with a dry, exasperated laugh. “Are you ok?”

GOD he wants to be good. He wants to be decent and pleasant but he also needs to know how you taste and what your eyes look like the first time he thrusts into you.

“I’m great, hun. Really.”

He shifts uncomfortably. You don’t believe him. You take a chance and gently poke his thigh with your foot. He jumps a little, and you snicker but that’s it. That’s the interaction. You both feel the tension. Something is different. You figure he’s dealing with something he doesn’t want to share. He figures you want nothing to do with him beyond being his roommate. That’s what he tells himself. Begs himself to believe it.

After you both go to sleep, Vessel finds himself in a fitful dream where you caught him in your bedroom. You chide him. Scream at him. Start beating him with the dildo (this is how he knows it’s a dream). He jolts awake and, damnit, he’s hard. He can’t bring himself to take care of the issue but he also can’t stop thinking about you. About coming clean. It’s late but he can’t stop himself from coming to your room. He whispers your name, and you make a small sleepy noise.

“Mmm. Yeah?”

He’s already standing by your bed and trying to get a grip. “I…I had a bad dream.”

You chuckle a little at the innocence of his answer. “Are you kidding?”

“No…no I’m not.” His face burns. What is he doing? He feels stupid being back in here…in the middle of the night…taking in your scent again. “We got in a bad fight.”

“Well, thank goodness it was just a nightmare…right?”

He doesn’t answer your question, he just poses his own. “Your perfume…what’s it called?”

You look up at him in the darkness and can barely make out his features, but you can tell he’s breathing a little hard. 

“It’s nothing special.”

“Perhaps to you…”

“Ves, what’s wrong?”

Vessel’s brain feels like it’s on fire. He should just jack off and get some sleep but he’s in here being a creep. “I just…I’m in a weird place.” God he’ll take anything right now. Any crumb.

And you pick up on that. You pull back the covers, and he wordlessly slips in. You roll over…ready to try and initiate some kind of less-than-friendly cuddling…but he had already started dozing. Sighs. Boys.

…

Vessel wakes up from the best sleep of his life. Seriously. He groans softly and rubs his face against the pillow and slowly opens his eyes…surprisingly he isn’t shocked to see he’s not in his bed. He remembered how soft and heavy his body felt right when he laid beside you. As much has he wanted to touch you…kiss you…he couldn’t fight his body’s desire to rest for once. He rolls over and realizes you’re waking up, too. You stretch and make a content noise. God…you look so sweet right now. He realizes he didn’t have his reoccurring wet dream but the urge is still there. 

You nuzzle into your pillow a bit and groan. “I’m coooooold,” you whine playfully.

He laughs softly at your little voice but doesn’t immediately offer to warm you up. How awkward would that be? After all the strange things he did yesterday it would be his undoing if he offered to hold you…to be sweet and kind…and then you back away because he’s poked and prodded you. But those thoughts don’t last long because you’re already up against him. Already hugging him close. Letting your hips press against his…becoming painfully aware that he wants this just as bad as you do. His breath becomes ragged as he bites his lip.

You want to ask him if had wanted to kiss you last night…if he had been in your room (because you absolutely noticed your dildo was out of place in the drawer)…if he felt the same. But words feel exhausting right now. Why not just see what happens when you let your hand glide up and down torso mindlessly?

He groans softly and lets his head fall back a little. Your eyes trail up to the spot on his neck you find yourself looking at often. When you were alone you often thought how nice a hickey would look right there…you have to take the chance. As your soft, wet lips kiss and nip at his neck, he holds you tight. Like you were supposed to do that. Like you belong in his arms. You suck gently at his neck and coo softly when you see the spot redden. He pulls your hair gently so you’re looking up at him. His lips are on yours instantly and so are his hands. Those wide..spidery hands. He touches you gently like you might break….like he can’t believe it.

And he can’t. He cannot believe his luck…that being a little creep has gotten him this far. Your tongue brushes his in a way that makes him whimper. You bite his bottom lip and let your hand trail down his stomach.

“I need you,” you whisper.

“Then have me.”

You don’t need telling twice. You trail kisses down his neck and chest, stopping for longer, nibbling kisses when you hear him moan or his breath catch. You’re getting closer and closer to his crotch when he stops you. He pulls you up and gives you a sweet kiss as he slips off his sweats…no underwear. Fuck. He’s ready for you. Rock hard and dripping. At first you thought you were going too fast for him…but you see now that he just wants to feel you. To fuck you. 

He watches you undress, enraptured. You’re already pushing him onto his back softly and kissing his neck when his fingers find your slit. You moan softly, losing yourself in the feeling of your friend touching you like this. 

“That’s a pretty sound, baby…” he whispers as you little bite his jaw. “Mm. You’re a biter, too?” He punctuates his question with a quick nip your shoulder. You yelp and giggle. “Bet you’d like it if I marked you up. You wear that pretty perfume for me all the time and you’ll have to fight me off like a feral animal.”

You straddle his hips and lean down to kiss him, his hands kneading your tits. “Hm. I think you’re just a scrappy puppy…no feral animal. Aren’t ya?” He groans at your teasing but secretly he loves it. He buries his face in your neck and breathes you in with a moan. Oh…oh thank god. There’s still the faint scent of perfume in your hair and on your skin. He groans softly and wraps his arms around you. You’re trapped. 

“Rub your cock on it…” you whisper 

“Wha….what?” He groans out. Vessel has gone completely pathetic. The feeling of you laying on him with your neck in his face feels like the dreamiest way to suffocate. He wants to rub his face on you like a drunk slobbery puppy. You asking him to rub his already throbbing cock on your pussy doesn’t feel like a reward, it feels like torture. “Please,” his broken little mind pleads, “one stimuli at a time.”

But he obeys and rubs the head of his cock against your slit. You arch your back and moan as it hits your clit…fuck he’s a big boy.  And you can tell he likes it too. Maybe too much. 

“Look at how you’re blushing, baby. What’s wrong, hm?” You whisper teasingly. 

“I…mmm” Vessel whines. He’s given up rubbing his cock on you and lets it rest against your entrance. “It’s too much.”

“Ooh too much? We haven’t even started,” you hold his jaw so he’ll look at you. “Don’t you want me?” You pout playfully. Who knew he’d be so easy to tease?

He whines and tries to push your hips down on his cock. His eyes are glazed over and his throat bobs roughly as he silently pleads for anything from you. “…I saw your toy…”

A smirk forms across your lips as rub your thumb against his pouty lips. “I know you did. You did a very bad job at hiding that you snooped.”

His face darkens even more and he looks away, embarrassed and vulnerable. You giggle and pepper his face with tiny baby kisses. He holds you close again and hides his face, groaning, “I’m such an idiot.”

“Did you imagine me using it?”

He nods shyly. 

“Did it feel good to think about it? Hm? Come on…”

He tries to buck his hips upward and into you. “Please…” 

“So needy…” you tease. He helps you lower onto his cock and adjust to his girth. “Oh my god…fuuuck Ves.” 

He grabs your hips as his breathing becomes ragged. “Please. Don’t. Move. Yet”

“Why, Ves? Too good?”

“Yes oh my god….fuck.”

“Does it make you wanna cum? Hm? Are you that desperate?”

“Ffffuck. Fuck. Just for you. It’s always just been…for you.”

“Then lay there and be my toy.”

You lean up a little with your hand on his chest. Your hips rock back and forth as you adjust yourself to rub your clit against him. He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re just grinding against him instead of fucking yourself with his cock. No…he looks like he’s found heaven. He’s still holding on to you but he looks like he could be moved…manipulated…how ever you wanted. 

“Pretty girl…oh my god…fuck. FUCK” he grips your hips and tries to move you faster but you swat him away. “Mm…please. Please use me…please touch me…please I’ve been so good. So good. I…fuck…I’ve wanted to sneak in here so bad…watch you play with yourself…or…mm…wait for you to come out of the shower. Please.”

You stop to look down at him. You’re in control right now but that doesn’t mean you aren’t teetering over the edge. You’re gagging for it. You want to bounce and moan and “please daddy daddy daddy” on it but you’ve got him in a very very fun position. “‘Being good’ would have been coming to play with me. Silly boy. You’ve been having fun touching yourself without me.”

He whines like a dumb puppy “nooo that’s not…babe…” You chuckle and press your hand to his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs again as he whines with his teeth clenched…is he about to cry? “Quit being a cock tease! Fuck!” 

You squeeze a little on his throat, which elicits the sluttiest noise you’ve heard from any man you’ve fucked. “Listen to you. Bratty and eager. You gonna cum for me? Once I get started again you won’t be able to hold it…no…no you won’t.” You flash him a devilish grin and start bouncing on top of him. Your hand has moved to his collarbone but he quickly pulls you down by your wrist. His face is smothered in your chest, but you’re losing your balance and ability to ride him bent over like this. He holds your ass down and starts fucking up into your pussy kind of like your favorite little thrusting toy…but this one whimpers and pouts and whispers little desperate words of praise as he cums inside you. 

“I need to see you cum.” He says pushing you off of him. “Please. Let me help you. Please baby…” he pins you down on your back in a breathless, messy kiss. You spread your legs and start to rub your clit. He pulls away, wiping your combined spit off his mouth and lets his jaw fall when he sees the mess he’s made of you. “I wanna help…please…please…”

You’re already close but when he starts tonguing your slit where his cum seeps out of you, you’re done for. Even after you stop rubbing your clit he still licks and sucks at you…like he has to….

And he does. What if this was a one time thing? What if this was just for fun? What if you actually don’t care beyond this morning? Vessel wants to soak all of your cum and spit and scent up and lock himself away so he can’t forget it. He can’t share it. When he finally gets his fill, he looks down at you softly. And you smile back up at him. As if you hadn’t just been absolute little whores together…you enjoyed yourself…you enjoyed him. 

He slumps beside you and yawns. “You know I like you, yeah?” 

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Oh is that what that meant?”

He flicks your arm and lays on top of you, trapping you in a big hug. “You know what I mean. I want this. I want you. Everything. All of it.” 

You stroke his back and breathe him in…thinking about how fun it would be to just cut the bullshit…just be together. And you do.

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Imagine you and iii living together and you're making dinner one night and he just walks up behind you gently caressing your hip, he kisses your neck lightly

"whats for dinner tonight babe?" He asks softly, his breath tickles your ear lightly.

"its very obviously spaghetti" you chuckle, as you continue to stir the red sauce in the pan you feel him pull you closer.

"always making my favorite hm" he whispers out lightly. before giving you a spin and planting a soft kiss on your lips. he looks down at you. the warmth in his eyes grows more and more everyday. he comes close to your ear once more "this is why you're mine"

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Vessels x GN reader

How they act after a really long day ~ Headcannons.

Under the cut <3

Vessel catches a big attitude problem when he’s had a really long day. This guy is grouchy and pissy and doesn’t want to deal with anything. A big permanent frown pulls at his lips the whole night. His only cure is a good nights sleep, he knows it and you know it, but don’t you dare tell him that’s what he needs or else he’ll stubbornly keep himself up. If you get some good food in his belly you might be able to knock him down a few pegs, but ultimately calling it a night nice and early is your best bet at settling him down. He relies heavily on you to pull him back to earth when he gets like this, and you’re more than happy to every time. If you thought vessel was a little clingy before, welcome to a whole new world of clingy. He’s scowling and pouting the whole time, but don’t think for a second he’s leaving your side. The moment he sets his sights on you, his stuff is dropped, shoes are off and he’s glueing himself to you before he’s even said hello. He knows he’s probably being a bit of a nuisance, it can’t be easy cooking dinner with a six foot something tree of a man pinned to your back. But in that moment, he probably couldn’t care less.

Getting him into a warm shower and getting him into bed is a mission. He does absolutely nothing to help you. He’s dragging his feet, still wrapped around you as you move through the house. This means that most of the time you end up in the shower with him, which might have been his plan, but all he does cuddle you the whole time. If you want to wash him you need to pry him off you, but let your guard down and he’s back on you again quicker than you can blink. You’d want to hope you remembered to lock the house up before you got to this point, because if you think vessel is letting you get any kind of clothes on, you’re sadly mistaken. For the first time that night he’s the one pulling you around, except the only difference is, he’s pulling you right to bed and straight under the covers so you can’t even try to get into your pyjamas. He plants a big wet kiss on your lips and then proceeds to bury his face into the warm skin of your neck, mentally checking out for the night. His body heat keeps you nice and warm, but vessel is so big on skin to skin contact that even if he wasn’t enough to keep you warm, he’d invest in the best heated blankets for you to ensure that he still got this. This, right here, is where he is happiest and it’s all he needs to feel like himself again. Your big sap will be back to normal again in the morning, with lots of apologetic kisses waiting for you the moment you wake up.

II, needs a really slow, quiet night after he’s had a long day. He doesn’t care for a big nice dinner, he doesn’t care for pulling out all the stops to ensure he feels better, all he needs is you, a dark room, and no distractions. He’s patient though. Lets you make him at least something to have on his belly or else he’ll feel worse in the morning. He will pull you to the couch for a little while, just long enough to let the food from dinner settle in his stomach before he’s getting you both up to call it a night. Yet even then, when the only thing he wants is to just go to bed, he lets you do your night time routine without rush. He stands with you in the bathroom, watching you in the mirror. You’ll brush your teeth together and he’ll watch you wash your face. But he doesn’t rush you. At all. He slips out of the room as you’re finishing up to lock up the house, all the lights are off and the house is so quiet. Maybe you’ll meet him in the kitchen after you went looking for him, slotting yourself into his arms for a quick cuddle. His face presses against yours and he’s holding you so close like he hasn’t been home for days, and to him it feels that way, but right now he just needs to remind himself that he’s home and his day is over. Sharing this quiet moment with you in the darkness of the kitchen, not another being on his mind.

His hand will slot into yours and he’ll slowly pull you to bed. There’s no rush. Because you’re walking there with him, and he couldn’t ask for much else. He sees you’ve pulled the covers back, all he needs to do is slip under them, and although you have your respective sides of the bed, he wants you on his side tonight. He doesn’t let you round the bed, instead, he sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you into his lap. He presses a few quick kisses to the back of your neck then manoeuvres you both under the covers. You get the hint. Settling into him, his arm is around you and he’s huffing into your exposed skin from behind you. The room is dark. The house is quiet. And you’re right where he needs you. There’s no rush to fall asleep.

III turns into a bit of a grouch too. He’ll find you somewhere in the house, seeking you out right away as if it’s a sixth sense. But the difference with iii is that he becomes super restless. He can’t sit still. He can’t focus on anything. He doesn’t know if he wants to eat dinner, but complains his stomach hurts. Yet couldn’t for the life of him tell you what he wants to eat. Eventually he might settle for something that probably won’t make him feel any better, but if he’s getting something on his stomach then so be it. He’ll be on and off you all night. One minute acting as if his body is surgically attached to yours, then the next he’ll be face down in the couch groaning about how tired he is. You offer to lay there with him for a while, and although it’s nice for the first three minutes, it doesn’t last long. He’s up and off the couch flicking the tv on and asking you to play whatever game he’s been into recently with him. But, he can’t enjoy it. So that doesn’t last long either, he’s over it about ten minutes in and he’s sooking about his piss poor mood. He’s groaning and whining about everything he possibly could. And you know it’s because he’s just feeling over worked and exhausted, but settling iii down when he gets like this is a challenge.

You offer to call it and go to bed, maybe you could put a movie on and use it as some kind of background noise if he really wanted. He will say no to you. Trying to tell you he doesn’t want to go to bed just yet but if his heavy lidded eyes tell you anything, you know it’s only a matter of time before he caves. He’s tossing and turning on the couch, getting more and more tired as time ticks on. Getting up for no reason then coming back and plonking back on the couch with a huff. Waiting him out works every time. He’s asking to go to bed through yawns and by this point his eyes are barely open. Get him into bed all nice and warm and he’s out like a light the minute his head hits the pillow. Snuggle into him and he’ll welcome you in, even in his sleep. Maybe one day he’ll realise that early nights can be fun too.

IV gets super quiet after a long day. He’s not grouchy or in a bad mood. But he just needs to process his day slowly and recharge. It’s obvious he’s tired, and winding down and getting some good sleep would probably be the best option for him, but ultimately iv needs time to exist in silence before he’s ready to end the day. He’ll give you your cuddles and he’ll chat with you for a little, but it’s easy to pick up on where his mind is at. His answers are short and simple, his voice is quiet and his eyes are elsewhere. Offer him an easy dinner, maybe a nice dessert for after. Let him share the room with you while you both do different things. Let him watch you tidy up and begin the process of pulling everything together for the night. He’ll probably take himself to bed to lay there and decompress for a little, while he waits for you to join him. He listens to you wash up in the bathroom, having watched your nighttime routine countless times he could probably guess what you’re up to just by what he’s hearing. But that helps him too. Hearing your presence and knowing you’re close is so comforting to him. He knows you’re just at arms length if he needs you, while he sorts his brain out.

And usually by the time you find yourself both in bed, his arms are open and he’s pulling you into him before you even have a chance to pull the covers back. It’s during this time he will open up. Becoming a little more chatty and telling you about what he got up to that day. The conversations are quiet and soft, they’re slow and sleepy but they’re there. Your voices, your shared warmth and finally being in each other’s arms again starts to lull you both to sleep. Both secretly fighting it so you can spend as many seconds as possible still awake and together, but iv will nod off mid sentence and leave you hanging. You following soon after. His head drops, pressed against yours and your breathing syncs up almost instantly. Neither of you will have any recollection of what he was talking about before he crashed, but he’ll make up for his unfinished story in kisses.

[dontlikeconflict]

Silence Over Coffee (short destiel drabble)

Cas take a moment to look at Dean Winchester. He’s holding this tenseness about him that he never seems to quite get rid of, a stance of masculinity that he grips with both hands to get through every day. Right now he’s pouring creamer in his coffee, and haphazardly tipping in sugar, not seeming to care if he uses too much. “I love you” Cas thinks, and Dean looks up almost as if he hears. Cas thinks about saying it like he’s thought so many times before, but the moment passes. Dean makes a joke, Cas doesn't get it. He laughs anyway.

Dean makes a joke, Cas laughs, and Dean hopes he can always make Cas laugh, it seemed like he was always the only one who could. He wants to spend his life, gently pulling laughs from Cas, a substitute for all the things he truly wants to say, a substitute for the kind of honesty that would shatter Dean.

Sometimes a part of Cas (maybe the part that's an angel, maybe the part that defied his angelic side) wants to take control of Dean's life. Play God in the most blasphemous way. He would steer Dean away from all that harms him, make sure he is warm and safe and loved, even if that love was facilitated by distance (as God or a father’s love always seems to be). But Cas isn't God, or a father. He is a messy excuse of a creature, and all he wants is to be up close. To run his eyes over every part of Dean, as if they were hands, and know him more every day.

Cas stares so much. It makes Dean uncomfortable at times, not because it's bad (not really) but because he doesn't know what to do with it. He can't look back for too long, the intensity burns him, but he can't say a word. He looks at his coffee cup instead, giving it all his misplaced attention as he takes a sip (its too sweet)....

When he looks up Cas is still looking, he’s so obvious it hurts. Truly it is not Cas’ gaze that bothers him, but the forever-watching eyes of everyone else. He’ll never be allowed to enjoy love, there are too many anchors, too many eyes, too many claws. Dean is a survivor, but he does not get to live. 

The waitress comes over, one of the men is bold, flirty, nothing she hasn't seen before, but the other guy is unreadable, looking at the bold man with a look that could be love or hatred, depending on the angle. Neither of them orders food, just more coffee. 

Cas watches Dean flirt with the waitress and wonders if his vessel is a barrier. If he forced his Grace into a beautiful woman would this be easier? It would. But for a long time now, this body has become Cas’ home. It isn't Jimmy Novak, it isn't a vessel, this is Castiel’s body. This is his home, and god (please), he wants Dean to love it as it is. He wants to beg for it, but he knows that's not what Dean needs, knows it wouldn't work. Maybe Cas should do it anyway, just to be honest. Just for something real between them.

I love you, I would go with you anywhere, even if it's just this diner, right now, drinking coffee.

[zdux]

Heya! Could you do HC of the Hollow Knight (Pure Vessel) who realizes he's in love with a butterfly reader and confesses

Sure! Sorry it took so long for this, I went to write it a while ago and it wouldn't show up in my ask box. (I'm gonna use he/they pronouns for HK, it's just a little headcannon of mine but I wanted to note it in advance ^^)

Hollow Knight x Butterfly Reader

Growing up in the white palace wasn't exactly the most "fun" childhood, so any escape was welcomed by HK. He got good at slipping away, sneaking around corners and getting familiar with the places no one looked. By the time he was a teenager, (in,, bug years,, i guess?), he was an expert at moving around the palace, completely unseen.

This is how they met you; sneaking out one day for a breather after a meeting about the spreading infection started to get far too heated. It had been years since they would slip out for fun, an as they grew into adulthood, their fate was starting to weigh on them. They made their way out, before slipping off to edge of The City of Tears. They had been sitting quietly, minding their business when they glanced over to see they weren't alone in the small alcove they spent their time in.

They were surprised, but curious, to see someone else there. They quietly approached you, making a small clicking noise to make their presence known. When you turned around, they perked up in polite curiosity. They hadn't actually talked to anyone outside the palace when they snuck out.

Communicating through a form of sign language, and the occasional click or nod, he did his best to introduce himself to you.

After that day, and meeting you, he started sneaking out to that spot more and more, curious to make a friend. You were a butterfly, and he had only met one or two others who were diplomats from Pharloom, and he wondered if you hailed from there as well.

As the years continued on, he started to get to know you more and more, meeting you in your hiding spot, and eventually sneaking off to other quiet parts of the kingdom for small adventures with you.

After a while, they finally realized how they felt about you. Understanding feelings was hard for them, especially since it was, quite literally, the last thing they were built for. But they felt them, very strongly, for you.

One day, he finally decided to bring you back to the palace. He showed you the path, and snuck you into the palace gardens. It was a beautiful area, cultivated to look like the Queen's Garden. Shyly, he confessed his feelings, explaining how much he valued your friendship over the years and that he had fallen in love with you. He presented you with a delicate flower that he asked Ze'mer for, and awaited your answer.

I hope you liked it! I wanna write more Hollow Knight, so thank you for the ask ^^