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Vigilance

(Vessel x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Vessel contemplates what you mean to him while you're laying together.

Warnings: Maybe a little self-deprecation on Vessel's part, but besides that...?

Word Count: 599

A/N: This one really came out of nowhere. The first half is part of this dream I had, then I filled in the ending. Short, kinda fluffy, but in a serious way. If you've read "Sun Daze," "Morning Blue," or "Found You," it's that vibe.

You felt his presence before you were truly conscious. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he watched you. You’d gotten used to it by now. It was reassuring. His constant vigilance—a protective bubble that embraced you. 

His nimble fingers grazed your side, trailing to the small of your back. “Rest, my love.” 

Humming, your eyes remained closed, enjoying his feather-light touches. You had shoved the blankets off you in your sleep and were rewarded when his skin caressed yours. 

The bed shifted, then his lips brushed the side of your head.  

“Lay with me?” Though it escaped as a statement, you meant it as a question. One you knew he’d never refuse. 

He slipped behind you, one arm sliding beneath your head, and the other around your middle. You threaded your fingers through both of his hands, needing to be as close to him as possible. With his exposed chest pressed against your back, you relaxed into him, head resting in the crook of his shoulder. 

This was your safe place. Nestled in his hold where no one else existed.  

You took in every part that connected to him and wished you could stay like this forever. 

“Ease now, beloved. I am with you.” He pressed his mouth to your shoulder, lingering to feel more of your skin.  

He would stay like this until you woke next. Until you had to move. Until you indicate otherwise. He would remain.  

He could not follow you into blissful unconscious, but this almost seemed better. The trust you put in him, the way you let him embrace you, how openly you received every part of him—he witnessed it all in these moments. As you drifted, your walls receded. He saw you for who you were and vowed himself to you. Even if you didn’t know the extent of his allegiance to you, it didn’t matter. You belonged to one another. He would ensure your happiness, your safety, your peace—because they were his own.  

The scent of your hair enveloped him. You were home to him. He could not determine the last time he had a home, but the word was fitting. In all his travels, in all his life, he had glimpses of reprieve, but with you he had gained more than that. You had given him more than he ever had in the centuries before you. And for that he owed you his existence. 

Every time he looked at you, spoke to you, touched you, was like the first. You did not want anything from him—like so many others—you simply wanted him. So, he gave you all, every piece of darkness within himself, every memory from before, every task he was given, because he wanted to make sure. Was this what you wanted? Was he what you wanted? 

In response, you showed him all of you. Your regrets and failures, your hopes and dreams, your fears—and they were beautiful. You were...everything. 

For that, he had pledged to be yours. He had proclaimed his love, and you returned it.  

So, he would remain by your side, in every sense of the word. In ways he could not explain. 

He matched his breathing to yours, steady and deep. Once your fingers had slackened, he curled his a little more to keep you connected. And his eyes closed, letting your skin warm his and your scent fill him. 

This was as close as he could follow you, but it was enough. You were with him. This was all he needed. His greatest treasure. His love. His meaning.  

Taglist: @steph-speaks, @themultiverseofmars

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[gamergenia]

we've all seen the (fanon) process of the hollow knight going fully/partially blind due to the infection, however... consider the inverse

[botanyshitposts]

had an interview for a plant job in Nevada and afterwards the interviewer emailed me a list of all the known plants there confirmed by the organization and I keep considering responding with ‘Wow, and all these plants are running casinos you say?’ and every time I restrain myself

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Imagine laying your back against Vessel’s chest completely naked on the bed while he touches you 🥴 (his fingers/hands have me in a chokehold)

I don’t think that I’ve ever written smut for him but jesus I think I just ruined myself writing this… I don’t know who possessed me.

Warning: smut obviously bring tissues for your vagina. 😂

Chased pleasure

“Spread them open, baby”, Vessel mussed against your ear. His hands reached from around you, moving your thighs further apart making you whine from the soreness. You two had already been fucking for hours prior. Too lazy to move and do anything you had stayed in bed naked and just put a random show on Vessel’s laptop. Just it didn’t last long. With the view of your naked form pressed against him, Vessel had been hard in the blink of an eye. And what started with him softly kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples had now turned into your pushing back against him as you moaned.

“Look how pretty”, he lifted his finger from between your legs, the mix of both his cum and your arousal coating his long fingers. That alone made you throw your head back as you reached for his wrist bringing his fingers to your mouth, sucking on them. “You dirty little whore”, he grunted, bucking his hips against your back as he pushed his fingers all the way down your throat making you gag. “Such a horny little thing”, he muttered, “Gonna make you cum again do you want that?” You nodded already dazed, feeling the wetness pooling between your open thighs.

“I need words, baby”, leaning forward Vessel bit onto your shoulder, pinching your nipple between his fingers. “I want your fingers so bad, let me cum on them please”, you whimpered, grinding against the sheets desperately. “Put them where you want them, baby”, Vessel chuckled, “Show me what you want”. The way you yanked at his wrist made him let out a smug laugh. But you were too needy to care. Holding onto his two middle fingers you pushed them up and down your fold, coating them in arousal, before slowly sinking them in, thighs shaking as your boyfriend's long thick fingers spread your gummy walls once more.

“Vessy… ahh… baby fuck”, you whimpered, throwing your head back against his chest as you thrusted your hips alongside his movement. “Such a good girl, two at once”, he muttered, “someone’s needy”, he watched as you pushed his palm flat against your walls and he didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers upwards, “ahh oh ahh”, whimpered, already feeling your orgasm built from all the stimulation you had previously. “Fuck you’re tight even after all the times I fucked you”, Vessel whispered. “Move them… fuck me… do something”, you pleaded, moving your hips but not getting the friction you so definitely needed. “Desperate little minx”, he muttered pumping his fingers in and out slowly, “sheets all wet because of you”. You simply nodded no longer sure if you needed to answer him or not, your body in need of one thing only.

“Add a third one”, you cried out, and it’s as if something snapped in Vessel then. His fingers gripped your thighs throwing them over his legs as he spread you open. “Better hang on tight”, he nibbled at your ear before plugging three fingers into you, the stretch painfully delusion as his other hand came up to move his finger over your clitoris, “my god”, you sobbed, pulling your legs closer together. “Open up or I’ll stop and you won’t cum”, he clipped and you instantly followed his direction. His movements picked up once more, the sound of your juices gushing between Vessels's fingers filling the room. “Cum”, he grunted, “cum and make a fucking mess”, his teeth sank into your shoulder as he curled his fingers hitting your g spot each time. “Vess”, you moaned out, pushing at his hand as the knot finally snapped, gushes of your arousal coating his hands and thighs, as you bucked into him. “Good fucking girl”, he praised you still pumping his fingers in and out, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails no doubt leaving marks on his wrist. He only pulled out once the warm pulsing of your walls eased. You whimpered at the sourness, tears of pure bliss running down your cheeks. “I can’t… I can’t close them”, you whimpered. Vessel leaned in kissing your shoulder lovingly as his hand ran up and down your thighs, “I’ve got you, baby”, he mused, carefully pushing your legs back together as you whimpered in discomfort, pressing them as close as possible now. “Too much?”, Vessel kissed the side of your head, bringing you closer to his chest. “Just need a moment”, you shook your head, looking up at him with dazed eyes. “You did so good, made me so proud”, he leaned in kissing your lips, trying to fight the urge to fuck you in the shower later on already.

[alienaliart]

Some drawings that I made for the fanfic "Off Balance" by @mrslittletall 🩵 Read it here

I can't recommend it enough, I'm obsessed!

[leafyeyes417]

Okay so I absolutely do hate the Joker but this popped in my head and won’t leave so *throws at your face like a wad of paper and runs*

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Danny had decided to visit Jazz in Gotham. He had tried to convince her to go somewhere else but she had been too stubborn. He dejectedly got off the bus with his bags and looked around.

His scowl got even deeper. How could Jazz stand this place?! There were way too many shades everywhere, the ecto in the air tasted funky from all the chemicals, and just standing there he could feel someone dying in the near vicinity.

Shaking his head he followed directions to Jazz’s apartment. He had only gotten a short way there when someone swore and yelled out “Joker attack nearby!” and people scrambled to go hunker down. Closing his eyes briefly Danny dropped his head, took a deep breath, before he straightened and started moving faster.

He wasn’t surprised (due his normal luck) when he turned a corner and there was the infamous rouge himself facing the Bats. He was about to turn back when he froze. Being a halfa, and the Ghost King no less, he was able to see a lot of things others couldn’t.

The first thing he noticed; the Joker was not alive. Danny wouldn’t call him a ghost but he was a being under his rule. Then there was the fact that the Joker was not doing anything of his free will. He was absolutely chained like a puppet in a multitude of curses.

He swore under his breath. This had now become his problem.

[pastlivesxpastlie]

I see in a different light...the object of my desire

what happens when you accidentally text Bestfriend!Vessel instead of your Tinder hook up?

Tags/CW/Head's Up: vessel x you, fem gendered language, brief dubcon, briefly jealous!vessel and possessive!vessel, sending nudes, verbal teasing, spanking, cunnilingus, prone-bone, smut interrupted by fluff then back to smut, barely revised argue with the wall, fuck boys mentioned

MDNI 18+

it's one of those nights where nothing is going your way. you're still fuming about getting ghosted on tinder earlier this week. things were going so well and if *insert douchey fuck boy name* hadn't gone radio silent, you'd probably be going down on him right now! it's been entirely too long since you've had sex, let alone received some kind of non-platonic male attention. that's why you joined tinder this past month, even though your best friend, Vessel's, voice echoed in your ear saying...

Plenty of men want you! I don't get why you don't see it. You don't need the apps, just get out of your head. 

wow. so helpful. thank you, sir. you rolled your eyes when he said that as you edited your profile. if he's so good at noticing when other guys were checking you out, why did he never point them out? or was he just being nice?

at any rate, you feel cheated out of a fun night with a hot guy and want to make him feel sorry. so, you do what any sane, horny girl would do--send him a nude. you don't show everything right away. not you. never. you took the selfie so quickly you didn't have time to feel shame.

You put your PJs on and start to make yourself a little snack when you hear your text tone. Hah. Finally! He’s back in your messaging…groveling. pleading. Another ding. HAH! You must have really got him.

Vessel: Send another one xx 

5 minutes earlier

Vessel was tempted to pull an all nighter. He knew if he just put in a liiiiiitle more work, this melody would be golden and maybe he could pat himself on the back. Right as he was about to rage quit....ding ding. Very very few people's texts are allowed to bypass his DND settings...except for his best friend.

you: this could be yours, you know?

Vessel nearly dropped his phone as he made sense of the picture in front him. It only showed her lips down to her soft tummy, but he knew it was her. This wasn't some weird spam text masquerading as his dearest friend. She looked angelic. Dreamy. Delicious. Her free hand covered her breasts...her lips in a flirty smirk as she lightly bit her plush bottom lip. Vessel knew she was beautiful. Aren't all women beautiful, though? Surely every man feels his head cave in and his stomach clench with butterflies when his best female friend is near. Right…?

"Fuuuuuuuucccccck" he intoned, letting his hand drift down to his crotch to try and calm himself. He shook his head and repeated himself, putting down the phone. More than likely that text wasn't meant for him. There was no way. His face burned. His cock throbbed between his legs as he felt these strange, lustful stirrings for his best friend. What the fuck was wrong with him? The track he was working on quickly became the least important thing in the world…his frustrations slipping away as soon as his zipper was undone.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? How did you click on Vessel’s name instead of *insert douchey fuck boy name*?! They aren’t even close in spelling…oh…but they’re close on your “Recents” list. And now your hastiness and inattention has lead to you receiving a flirty response from your best friend who has been nothing short of a little brother to you.

You: OMG VES I AM SO SORRY!!! I didn’t mean to send that to you. FML. You: It was supposed to go to this guy from Tinder. Let’s just delete the thread and put this behind us, yeah?

...

It’s been 20 minutes. No response. Your stomach is in knots from the unknown. It’s really late…maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he was just kidding? Yes. That’s it. He was drunk and messing about and then passed out. That will help you sleep…just keep telling yourself…

Knock knock knock 

There have been two times now that you wish the tinder fuck boy was here. First time was when you were so horny you couldn’t see straight after your shower, and the second time was now, as someone knocked on your door at 1:30 AM. *ding ding*

Vessel: hun, come on. It’s me. 

Christ. What is this? You get off your bed and peer through the peep hole. Sure enough, it’s Ves in a hoodie and sweats, looking cuddly and kissable and WAIT. No no no no. Get it together. He probably just wants to hang out to show you that nude incident doesn’t change anything. 

“Well hello there young man, does your mother know you’re not in bed?” You say with a dry laugh as you open the door.

Vessel walks right past you into your place. You close the door behind you and lean your back against it. 

“Have I repulsed you into silence, hm?” 

Your normally boyish, quiet, sarcastic best friend looks practically ravenous as his eyes trail down your body. Now he knows what you look like naked, and the sight of you clothed right now borders on sacrilege. He takes a step forward. His doe eyes, which still brim with charm and platonic affection, bore into you as he grasps your chin with his hand.

“How cruel…to dangle such a tasty treat in front of me and then not take a compliment and act like this was such a terrible oversight on your part,” he growls.

“And which compliment are you referring to?”

He pulls you by the chin enough so that your back is off the door, though you’re certain he will just pin you back against it when he sees fit. This is not your closest friend. This is a man possessed. 

“Stop playing dumb, it’s beneath you. I asked you to send another immediately after receiving the first. Is that not a compliment? That I’m not merely satisfied with one image. I could have you in countless ways…I need to know what that would look like. Do you really want me to take you on your back every time? Always with your arm covering your tits like that? Hm?”

Your inhales are sharp gasps now as the butterflies in your tummy churn to get out. You’ve never seen him like this…never seen him as a prospective lover…never seen him horny even…but this…wait…wait why is he…

He gently chuckles and presses you back against the door, shaking his head and stepping away. 

“Oh my god…” he chuckles, “the look on your face. I really had you going, eh?”

You scoff, laughing in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You say shaking your head and walking towards your kitchen. Just fall into the old routine. Get your usual drinks and plop on the couch for shit tv. You don’t make it far and suddenly you’re being pulled backwards by your sleep shorts. 

“This is what the fuck is wrong with me.” His hands keep your hips still as he presses his bulge against you. “You’ve ruined me. You have actually ruined my perception of you.”

“Tsk,” you try to wriggle from his grip but he ends up clasping you in a tight bear hug from behind, “slut shaming me now?”

“You sweet, silly, little wanker….shaming?” God it was weird to hear his playful nickname for you as he gently grinds against you. The resolve you worked so hard to build is dissolving as your head falls against his shoulder and allow him to knead your hips and stomach. He continues in hot, breathy whispers, “babydoll…I encourage it…as long it’s saved for me. Can you do that? Hm? Can you promise to only share that with me?”

Now your body betrays you and you grind back into him. 

“You’re no better than me. Look at you,” he says he plants soft, needy kisses on your neck. “You want this, don’t you? Please…please tell me you feel it too.” His grip is no longer firm. It’s hard. You're able to snake one of your hands up and behind his neck…you’re desperate to touch him anywhere at this point. 

“I…I feel it…”

Suddenly you’re being steered towards your bedroom. Ves is strong, perhaps not enough to hoist you up and throw you on bed, but he enthusiasm is evident when you’re pushed on the bed on your stomach. Immediately he’s out of his hoodie and his warm, bare torso presses against your back. He’s clinging to you from behind and letting his hands roam under your shirt. 

You let out a breathy moan and chuckle. “So you liked what you saw?”

“Mmmmmph,” He lets out gruffly as he gently bites your shoulder and licks the indentions from his pearly whites. 

You let out another moan but with a cackle now. “Oh ew. Sorry that wasn’t hot.”

He leans up and gives you a swift smack on your plush ass. “I’m realizing now that everything about you is hot.” But you don’t feel him touch you anymore. You roll over and look up at him. He sighs. 

“Ves, you ok? Did I do something wrong?”

“No…no…I just…kind of dropped back into my body. What are we doing?”

You smirk sadly. What are you two doing?

“We can stop if you want. Just talk. Whatever you want.” You sit up and caress his arm feeling the warmth and texture of his skin as if for the first time. He looks at you softly.

“Please don’t take my…enthusiasm…as some kind of…I don’t know…disregard for you. I’d…I’d do anything to be on the receiving end of those texts…I realize that now. It’s not just sex I want. It’s not just…your body. Don’t get me wrong…it tempts me beyond belief…now that I’ve seen it. But I get it now.”

You smile softly and maybe even proudly as he soothes your fears. As much as you would have loved to be prone-boned a minute ago, you were scared it was only because of the newness and craziness of the situation. “Get what, Ves?”

“Why I feel the need to do this.” And with that he presses deep kiss into your plump lips. His hand slips down shyly to your collar bone as your hand tangles in his hair. 

You let him undress you. Of course, he had just seen you practically naked. But here you were…in the flesh before him. You two spent a considerable just touching…caressing...tasting. But it became frenzied again after you let your hand mindlessly trail down your body to rub your clit. It wasn’t long before you found yourself folded in half with his face between your legs. His tongue flicking and massaging your clit as you squeal and buck your hips against him. His strong arms keep you still for the most part, but you don’t know what to do with your hands. First they’re on your tits…then the back of his head…twisted in his hair. He gives in and sticks his tongue out to let you grind against it. With your hand holding his hair tightly, your hips grind against his precious face. You look down…met with those same doe eyes. As if you weren’t mewling and blubbering enough…that little shit chuckles dryly and presses two fingers into your hot pussy. 

“Ffffffuuuuuccckkkk you. Oh my GOD,” you groan as you reach your climax. The white-hot knot in your tummy unfurls and your folds ache with pleasure as he presses your insides firmly and watches you reverently. “Holy fuck…ok…fuck…get off me now,” you say quickly because otherwise you’ll be completely overstimulated. He backs off immediately. What a good boy. His chest heaves up and down as he looks at you. You suddenly feel very small. Vulnerable with your soft belly and pussy exposed to him. What’s the worst that could happen…letting your best friend rut into you?

“You’re on birth control, yeah?”

You nod. Your IUD was still good for two more years. But you half-think you’d give him whatever he wanted, even if it meant being risky and stupid. He takes your legs firmly and pulls you down to him. He pats your clit with his heavy cock a few times. You shudder. 

“How long’s it been, love? Hm?” You don’t even want to answer. He caresses your cheek and moves to press himself inside you. Your body clenches as his thick cock stretches you. “Oh…oh it’s been awhile. Poor, little love. Let me fix it…let me make it better.”

As soon as he starts fucking you, you’re moaning his name and clasping his forearms. Your soft body jiggles in little waves as he presses into you with a gentle, patience force.

“Fucking hell…” he moans as he moves his hands. One settles on your ribs under your breast while the other collapses and lazily circles the top of your head. He leans down to kiss you…your taste still on his lips. 

Despite being so worked up, he keeps his wits about him and is able to fuck you without completely blowing his load in his new favorite place— your heavenly, warm, pussy. 

“God…god…such a pretty girl,” he whispers huskily. “My pretty girl is so good at taking cock. How did you get so good at taking cock, hm? You’re so good. So pretty.”

You can’t take it. You pull him in and make out with him roughly. All the feelings and thoughts you’d repressed flow out of you via your mouth and hips rubbing against him pathetically. He holds you impossibly close as he whines in your neck. 

“Babydolll….mmm…my little doll… stay still…stay still for me.”

Suddenly he flips you onto your stomach. An impressive feat given he was just balls deep in you. He pulls your hips up like he owns you and presses back into your pussy. He immediately whimpers pathetically. You’re desperate to throw it back but he gives your bottom a swift spank. 

“I said be still.” 

And with a hand firmly between your shoulder blades and another on your lower back, he drills into you until he’s shaking and blubbering about how he’s cumming inside you…how there’s no one like you…how you’re made for him…

The next morning, you wake up with Ves draped across your chest, snoring softly. You pet his hair softly and rub the sleep from your eyes as you check your phone. Hmm. Three missed calls and a string of pathetic texts from *insert douchey fuck boy name* acting like he never ghosted you in the first place. You toss your phone to the foot of the bed and curl up to Ves, who groggily wakes up as your kiss his head.

“Mine.” He says holding you close. 

“Mine.” You respond…groggy…sore…and lovesick.

[prettypinkporkchop]

Bite Me

Vessel x f!reader

Description: Sleep token started to work with you for helping them write their songs. You have a studio in your basement, which the band comes to use for the night. You and Ves do NOT get along... until you do.

Warnings: sexual, language, ves is daddy, IV cockblocks yo

The lights flicker as the thunder grows rougher. You close your book and toss it across your bed,letting out a sigh. You lean over and pull your phone off the charger. The screen turns on, and you see that Vessel had messaged you. You're confused because you both hate each other. He only texts to ask questions about upcoming studio dates. You guys don't have any more until a few months.

You open the message and realize it's a series of texts.

Vessel: sorry. Not interested.

Wrong person.

Don't ask annoying questions.

You raise an eyebrow and ignore it.

---

The next morning, you sit on the couch and watch TV. Your phone starts ringing. It's ii. You answer it. "Yes?" You ask.

"Sorry to bother you! Would it be okay if the band comes to use your studio?" He asks.

"Sure!" You reply.

You guys end the phone call, and you just chill and wait for them. While waiting, it starts to storm again. You groan, realizing it's bad enough that you could lose power.

Within a few minutes, the whole gang walk inside in a hurry, a bit wet from the rain.

"Phew! Thanks for letting us use your basement for a few hours." iii says with a smile.

"No problem! Just don't leave a mess. Also, we may lose power soon, so use your time while you can." You smile back and then return to your phone.

The guys scramble to your basement. Not even 30 minutes later, the power goes out. All you see is black and small flashes from the lightening through the window.

"Perfect." You mumble.

The door going to the basement opens, and the guys step out with their phones lights on.

"Bummer." IV chuckles.

"Sorry, guys.. we'll try again in-", you try to speak, but everyone's phone goes off. You check your phone and see a tornado warning. "Perfect." You mumble again.

"I'll light some candles. Would you mind if we stayed here until it passes?" iii asks, moving to the candles you have set out, pulling out a lighter from his pocket.

"I don't mind at all. It'll make me feel better, too. It's too dangerous to be on the road. You guys can pick who gets the spare room and the couches in here." You giggle.

"Yeah, I'd rather get sucked into the tornado than stay here longer than I intended." Vessel says.

"Good for you. You get the couch then." You deadpan.

"If you two start bickering again, I'm going to bed. I call the spare bedroom." ii snorts.

iii gets all of the candles lit. It sends a small bright orange tint in the living room and kitchen. He sighs and sits on the couch. Everyone turns off the flash on their phones.

"Alright, I'm gonna go to bed." You stand up and walk into your room.

You pass out for a few minutes but wake up to loud thunder that shakes your bed. "Shit." You hiss. Your throat is dry, so you make your way out into the hall to get into the kitchen. But as you close your door, you bump into a body.

"Watch it." Vessel hisses.

"Why're you up?" You ask with attitude.

"Can a man pee without being questioned?" He starts to walk to the kitchen.

You follow because you need some water. "What were the texts about?" You ask, opening the fridge.

Vessel scoffs and sits at the table. You turn to face him. The candles light up just enough to where you can see his face.

"Of course you'd ask. A girl texted me. I wasn't interested." He crosses his arms.

"Okay." You chug the water.

"Thirsty?" He snickers.

"Bite me." You toss the bottle into the trash can.

"Dare me?" He smirks.

You sigh and start to walk away. He gets out of the chair and grabs onto your neck, pushing you into the fridge.

"Say it again." He threatens.

His face is close. You're getting nervous. You can feel his breath against your lips. He smells so heavenly. His hand on your neck slightly turns you on.

"Bite me."

He smiles before bringing his hand to your jaw, pushing your head to the side to give him your full neck. He leans in and gently bites your skin.

You gasp and out of instinct, and without thinking, you grab onto his waist. Your thumbs are on the sides of his abs.

He pulls away and looks over you. "You want me, don't you?"

You do. You always have, even though he's a dick to you. But you know this won't mean anything to him. He's going to push you to the side after you give in. You're just another girl he can get with. You wiggle your way out of his arms and look over him with shock. Just as you do so, the lights cut back on. "I.. better turn off the lights so that they don't wake up in there." You point toward the living room.

Vessel nods his head and stands in place. He watches you move around to the living room and switch off the lights.

You go back into the kitchen and blow out the candles. You walk over to the stove and turn on the small light underneath it. You ignore Vessel and begin to make your way back into the hallway. You walk into your room but you hear him follow behind you.

"You didn't answer my question." He closes the door behind him.

You sit down on your bed and look up at him. "You don't like me." You reply.

"You think so?" He crosses his arms and smirks.

"You're arrogant, cocky, and so mean to me! You know you're irresistible, and you can get anyone you want! But I'm not a toy, Vessel." You watch his face straighten out from his smirk.

Vessel steps in front of your legs that dangle from the side of your bed. He bends down to reach your level. He looks up at you with soft eyes. "I don't know how to love properly. You scare me." He whispers.

You're taken aback. Is he admitting he's had feelings for you? What a weird way to show them.

"I haven't been with anyone since I laid my eyes on you last year. I am disgusted by other women who aren't you."

"What made you have a change of heart tonight?" You ask shyly.

"The song we were working on before the lights went out, I wrote thinking of you. When you said, 'bite me', I lost my mind." His hands grab your outer thighs. His thumbs rub your skin.

His touch sends fire through your soul and mind. You reach to put his face in your hands. You run your thumb over his bottom lip. His eyes remain on yours, letting you do what you want at the moment.

"Bite me." You smile.

He smiles as well, chuckling darkly. He pushes you back onto the bed and hovers over you. You can't help but wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His hand grabs under your thigh and pushes it down.

"Needy." He breathes on your neck. His tongue meets your collarbone and slowly makes its way up to your jaw. His kisses your neck softly before biting on your skin again.

His simple touches already send you into bliss. He hasn't even done much yet, and you're already mushy in your head. You lean back and softly whimper as he sucks on your skin.

He lets go of your skin and looks down at you. You see a whole change in the way he looks at you. He bends down and kisses you. His lips play with yours as you begin to push further and shove your tongue in his mouth.

He breathes in deeply through his nose and grabs your throat with a small pressure. His hand grabs your boob through your shirt.

You can feel his boner against your thigh, which you decide to take advantage of your position and buck your hips against him.

He groans and moves his hand down to your waist, pushing your body down against the bed to keep your still. "Fuck.." He pulls away from your lips.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Are you awake?" It's IV.

"Y-yeah.." You say.

Vessel sighs and moves to sit next to your heavy breathing body.

"The storm blew over. Do you know where Ves is?" He asks.

Before you can say anything, Vessel yells, "Yeah! I'm in here trying to make her feel good. Leave without me."

You blush and cover your face.

The footsteps slowly walk away from your door.

[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with vessel

Hello, I hope you like my final HC for Ves. Fluff elements with highly NSFW ideas. 🤠 I’m always open to HC requests as well 🤭

Vessel, vessel, vessel—where do we begin?

Vessel the bf that is so deeply profoundly in love with you

If he could he’d rip his heart out of his chest for you and just hand it to you, he would.

His love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch

He often battles with icky thoughts of himself, and you’re his ever radiant light in his bleakest days, so he would go out of his way to make sure it was known

Notes everywhere around your house, even a month and half into tour, you keep finding them

Praises in your medicine cabinet, crumbled pieces of paper at the bottom of your bags bc he know you won’t find them right away. Little Sonnets on your desk or on the fridge just so you know how much you are loved by him

Once you stopped finding them around the house or in your things, he’d start sending flowers or treats with love notes attached. Just because gestures especially if the night before you told him what a long week it was and knew you were struggling

You have so many of these notes, post its, scraps of paper you’ve compiled them in a scrapbook/binder and it’s on your bookshelf now

Texts for when you wake up reminding you to take your meds/vitamins, and to keep up with your water intake—voice memos too

Honestly he’d send you voice memos all the time like it was your own little podcast

Having black paint smeared on you because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself

Or would want you to apply his body paint before a show. Squirming underneath your fingers as you apply it because of your featherlight touches, listening to his quiet hisses when you’d go too low and gentle

“We’re not going to make it out of this dressing room if you keep doing that, love.”

Vessel would love to be big spoon, having you tucked underneath him or your back against his chest. Tracing patterns on your arms, hips, and thighs

He always loomed around you, everyone knowing if you were there, he was somewhere lurking around 95% of the time. He was a quietly protective man.

Coming up when you were talking with friends at an event, a comforting squeeze to the nape of your neck and a drink to quietly check on you

Wearing one of his extra robes backstage. It was so big and light, perfect for the hot and humid venues, a great blanket tbh where you could use the hood to cover your face

There’s a folder in his phone dedicated with pictures of you in many spaces of the venues they played just sleeping with his robe over you

Also the amount of videos of you two just frolicking around backstage, helping him with dance moves whilst in his robe that dragged on the floor, nearly tripping on it, when you wore it because it was so long on you

You liked to go into the crowd during the shows, enjoying the atmosphere of fans. Vessel would get a kick out of that, and you two would make it like a game almost

Instantly being able to spot you in the crowd through the lights and smoke. Always looking in your direction to lowkey serenade you and do little inconspicuous moves directed for you. In return, you’d run your hands through up and down your body swaying your hips to his voice. His own little siren in the sea of people

He loved watching you jam tf out with the fans so careless in your own world dancing with everyone or receiving bracelets from the fellow concertgoers (he would panic slightly watching you try to go into the mosh pit every time tho, one time he actually had to send a member of the crew to discreetly retrieve you.)

I imagine vessel being codependent af, and the simplest of tasks you were always requested to tag along

groceries, pharmacy trips, picking up takeout—he needed his emotional support person. Bribing and rewarding you with little treats to lure you with him thinking you’d say no how could you he’d hit you with the puppy dog eyes I just know he’s master at that

Staying up or waking up to listen to his late night rambles/dreams/conspiracies tucked under his arm while sharing a joint or bottle of spirits

Or sitting beside him as he wrote song lyrics, quietly running them by you for your opinion. You just blinking slowly in awe with what his mind created unable to provide the input he wanted

I thinks it’s a mutual consensus among us: Vessel loves to bite. He can’t help his carnal primal urge to. He does it with his friends, you… Everyone had a mark from him at this point

I don’t imagine him being into quickies (unless he was absolutely throbbing and thirsting for you) this man would take his time. Setting the pace all during the day teasing you

He loved nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses below your ear and whispering the filthiest things to get you flustered

“You look so good right now, I could take you right here.”

“I can’t wait to get you home and be deep inside you later, doll.” He would murmur, his hand squeezing your hip pulling you back into him feeling his already hardening length pressing in the soft flesh of your ass

Then when it finally happened, he goes at a nearly agonizing pace—he wanted to worship you. He didn’t like to fuck, he liked to make love.

intense and passionate, hips slowly rolling into you up til you were full of him. And he kept hitting that spot that made your eyes see stars and lulled to the back of your head.

He was not shy about how he felt, always moaning and praising you, but wasn’t too loud. Vocal fry as he quietly moaned about how good you made him feel

“You’re squeezing me so well,” rasping out, trying to look at where your bodies connected, resisting the urge to close his eyes

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me.”

He’s 100% a morning sex person

Not even letting either of you have a chance to get out of bed, one hand slipping down your front rubbing you softly while the other gripped your throat to turn your face so he could slowly kiss you—devouring your mouth with his—all in a blissed out half sleep stupor

Hehe, I woke up from my nap and chose violence horniness, sorry. Anyways thanks for the support and all the love on these 🫶🏻✨

[badomensgoodomens]

Hiii can I ask for a smutty request between vessel x reader, maybe reader is feeling down about vessel having to leave to tour soon so vessel takes care of her and its passionate and loving 🥰🤍

SLEEPTOKEN -VESSEL (smut)

not as loving but very passionate lol (my bad)

content warning: p in v, fingering n cunnilingus, overstimulation

smut is not my strong suit don't come for me.

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You woke up feeling ridiculously melancholic. Tomorrow V was supposed to leave for tour with the boys, you didn’t want him to leave, ofcourse. That was your man, and you were gonna do everything in your power to stop him from leaving-

“Stop thinking about it.” 

His voice breaks you out of thought, you were currently perched on the end of the bed in your undergarments. You two had a heated night last night, and were too exhausted to put clothes on. 

You shake your head, mumbling a soft “i’m not.” he sighs, shifting to sit next to you. “Ill be back before you even know it.” he says, kissing your warm shoulder. You shrug him off. 

“Don’t be like that, love.” 

You glare at him, a soft pout gracing your lips. 

“Lose the attitude.” he grumbles, gripping your chin. 

Your brows furrow, instinctively you turn away from him. His hand reaches for your neck, pulling you back to him. 

His head dips down to kiss your soft lips, tightening when your head chases his. Its a clash of teeth and moans. He pulls away, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“Let me show you…”

He drags you up the bed by your hips.

“How much i love you.” 

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His hips snap up against yours, agonisingly slow. He was doing a great show of making love to you, savouring every moment. You whine, frustrated at the lack of movement. 

“m’ sorry baby.. You feel sooooo good.” he breathes out, head nestled into the side of your neck, small kisses pressing up to your jaw. 

You tug on the soft tufts of his hair, craving- no. needing more. “Fucking hell v. pick up the pace” you hiss, trying to work yourself up and down his cock. 

“I love it when you wear these.” he groans, fiddling with the strap of the emerald green bra you were wearing. “So fuckin pretty.” he whispers, watching the bra fall away from your skin. He had pulled your matching thong to the side in a hurried, horny, frenzy. 

He picked up the pace, the room filling with skin slapping and moans. 

Fuck. 

Neither of you were gonna last long after this. 

He pressed soft kisses down the valley of your breasts, basking in the scent of your skin. The smell of your moisturiser making him dizzy, sending the blood in his body straight down to his dick. 

He made quick work flipping you over, driving his cock in and out, shoving a pillow beneath you. 

“So fucking pretty.” he breaths out, head next to your ear. “All fucking mine.” 

He lets out a guttural moan as his hips begin to stutter. 

“Mm… fuck im gonna cum-” 

He makes an absolute mess of himself, biting onto the skin of your shoulder as he releases. He collapses against you, panting heavily. But oh no, he wasn’t finished with you. 

“Turn over. Gonna make sure you savour every drop.” 

He presses kisses from your soft tummy down each thigh, leaving bite marks. He gently fingers you, savouring the feeling of your insides. 

“Fuck.. all this just for me?” 

Your head is thrown back into the pillows, a mess of moans. 

His pace quickens, his other hand coming to rub up on your clit. Your whole body shakes with pleasure, strings of moans leaving your mouth. He admires you from down below, watching the sweat trickle down the valley of your breasts, and how your core shudders. 

“You gonna send me photos….

His fingers work quickly to make a mess of you. 

“And videos huh?” he says, watching his knuckles bury deep within you. He pauses when you don’t respond. You whine immediately, trying to work yourself up and down his fingers. He holds your hips down. 

“Answer me.” he snaps, gripping your thighs tightly.

“I promise.” you whine out. His head dips down, you were NOT gonna last long. He pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, using his tongue and finger combined to eat you out in the most substantial way. Your body shook of overstimulation, your hands struggle against his as you try to push him away from your clit. “V-” you cry out, “cmon baby, just one more. I promise.” he whispers against your skin, you whimper and cry. “Cmon, sweet girl, i’ll take care of you.” 

That nickname was enough to snap the coil building inside you. He works you through your final orgasm, kissing your swollen lips. 

“Shh… shh.. You’re okay.” he whispers, holding you as you shake. He wipes the tears from your eyes, holding you together. 

“Did you like that?” he whispers, pulling you close to him in the dark. 

You nod, panting. 

“I like being able to take you apart and put you back together.” 

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“You still mad…?” he asks, after gently cleaning you up and fetching you water. You shake your head. “Just gonna miss you.” 

He frowns, pulling you impossibly close.

[writethrough]

How about a comfort fic with Vessel/reader? Your choice on if Vessel comforts the reader or the reader comforts Vessel!

Just Like Rain

(Vessel x Gender Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Your anxieties overtake you, and Vessel is there to guide you through them.

Warnings: Self-deprecation, thoughts of unworthiness and self-hatred, language, unintentionally cathartic for me

Word Count: 1557

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I'm so excited for you to read my first Vessel fic!

A little housekeeping for those who have read through my Request Guidelines, and may be confused about me writing for a real person when it says I don't. That is still the case, but Vessel is a character when it comes down to it. So, I feel comfortable writing for him, especially in the way I've written him here.

Also—and I hope this goes without saying—I will not entertain theories and rumors about any of Sleep Token's identities.

Enjoy the music for what it is, as the band intended. And I truly hope you enjoy my interpretation of Vessel.

The burn felt good. The steam made you breathe heavier, but you didn’t want this to be easy. You wanted to feel every inhale—stand under the water until you were seared from within; until it felt like you were in your body and not a whisper away from being dragged into oblivion. 

You choked back a sob; still so fearful someone would hear you when you were the only one home. 

There was no reason for you to cry. 

So many people had it so much worse. 

But here you were, on the verge of panic because you didn’t feel like yourself. You didn’t even feel human. 

You wished you could put a name to it, but you couldn’t. 

What was wrong with you? 

Why did you have to feel like this? It came out of nowhere. Like you were struck by a fucking semi. 

You just wanted it to stop. You wanted to feel normal, to not have these sudden bouts of...of what? Melancholia? Sadness? Anger? No word seemed strong enough for it. 

All you wanted was to rip it out. 

Your tears fell harder. 

The water cooled. You turned the knob further. 

And then there were arms around you. 

You tensed, choking back your sobs and covering your mouth as if you could hide what he had already seen. 

Slowly, carefully, as if you would break, Vessel turned you to face him. 

Without a word, he cupped the back of your head and brought it into the crook of his neck. 

You refused to remove your hand. 

All it did was make your shoulders tremble. 

His fingers traced up and down your arm, more of a breeze than a touch. His other hand slid down to the back of your neck. The pressure of it spread through your body. 

Your hand dropped from your mouth and tentatively found its way to his chest. And as he inhaled, you let your hands travel to his back as you stepped closer. 

He held you there, head resting atop yours. 

It was only when you shivered that you realized he had turned you, blocking you from the piping hot spray. 

You sniffled, finally looking at him. 

He cupped your cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks, then pressed his forehead to yours. 

Let us go to our room, my love. 

His words passed into your mind. You nodded. 

He stopped the water, helped you out of the shower, and dried you both. 

He guided your limbs into your sleepwear and covered himself with loose black pants. He looked almost...human...like this. 

You couldn’t help thinking that he was more human than most everyone out there. 

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Your day started out fine. 

You woke from a wonderful dream—one Vessel had created. A peaceful afternoon beneath a willow tree, snuggled into his side, his fingers trailing along your forearm, down to your fingertips. 

He had tilted your face toward his, kissing your forehead. You had closed your eyes, and when you opened them, you were in bed, his lips still pressed to your skin. 

You got ready for work, Vessel watching as you moved through your room to the bathroom and back. He enjoyed observing you. The personal rituals you did for different occasions, different times of day. Perhaps the one he enjoyed the most was when you asked for his opinion when your ensemble was complete. 

He’d stand from his perch on the foot of your bed and step toward you as if in a trance. 

“You are breathtaking, my love.” He always spoke it. He wanted you to hear the power in the words—the power you held over him. 

You left, and Vessel would gather with the others. You’d ask him about his day, but admittedly, you were still confused about everything they could do—everything they were charged with doing. 

Maybe that was where is started.

You didn't understand. Could never understand.

And a chasm opened.

You were so fucking stupid.

You deserved to feel like this.

Insignificant.

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

Everyone was better off without you.

He’d be happier without you. 

All these fucking noises.

Why was everything so goddamn loud.

Dogs barking. Cars honking. That fucking clock that wouldn’t shut the fuck up! 

It all made you so angry. Why were you so angry? 

You had to make it stop. 

That’s how you ended up in the shower. At least there you could control the noise. You could feel it mark you. Let the heat punish you. 

A hand on your back pulled you back to reality. 

Let me see you, darling. 

You didn’t move, wished you didn’t need to breathe.  

He didn’t deserve this. He needed someone as extraordinary as him, someone who could understand. You could barely wrap your mind around how vast he was; he was everything, and you were—

“You are my heart.” 

A sob escaped. You had forgotten. Too consumed in your own thoughts that you forgot to keep them from him, to stop projecting them. 

He whispered your name, and all you heard was his heartbreak. 

You refused to look at him, covering your mouth to keep your cries back. 

“Please,” he urged. “Please believe me. You are the most precious to me. Do not think of yourself with such loathing.” 

His hand rested on your side, a silent plea to face him. When you didn’t, he forced you to. He never did that—used his strength against you—but this was an exception. 

“I am the one who does not deserve you. My existence is burdensome to you...but I am too selfish. I cannot lose you. I will not leave you willingly. I...I will stay by your side...until you demand otherwise.” 

It pained him to imagine it. He was so bad at hiding his emotions. And yet, it was what you needed. That break in his voice parted your darkness. The thought of him ever not being here scared you.

“I don’t—” You hiccupped. “I don’t want you to leave.” 

“Darling,” he breathed, sympathy and relief in that one word. “Come here.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist while his settled over your shoulders. 

“My place is by your side,” he said. “Thank you for allowing me here.” 

Squeezing, you nuzzled your face into his neck. The edges of his mask-like features settled you into reality. He was here and so were you, and you were together. 

You sniffled; throat too thick to speak. 

I love you. 

His mouth pressed into your crown. 

You are the one I cherish most. 

At the end of your exhale, relaxation enveloped you—a heaviness only he could instill. 

You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t need to. You just needed this day to be over. 

Sleep, my beloved. And awake anew. 

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You didn’t dream that night, and you were grateful. It was the kind of emptiness you needed. 

When you opened your eyes, you were facing Vessel. Your fingers were touching, bodies apart but connected, always. 

Sometimes it was difficult to tell if he was awake. Even facing one another, the spaces where his eyes should be neither opened nor closed. His breathing was what gave him away. But not this morning. Today, it was the way his pinky finger wrapped around yours. 

Dearest one. 

It moved through your mind like a gentle breeze, and it sounded like “good morning.” 

He seemed to move before you did, anticipating you shifting closer, so his arm wrapped around you and his hand caressed the back of your head. 

You are rested? 

You hummed. He always asked when you both knew he didn’t need to. His insecurities needed the reassurance that he had helped you.

Yes. Thank you. 

You punctuated it by gliding your lips along his throat and placing a kiss above his Adam’s apple. 

The purr that erupted pulled the corner of your mouth up. He was always responsive in the mornings, less guarded before the walls of your bubble faded. 

What are you feeling? 

Not “how,” but “what.”  

Inhaling, you took stock of yourself. You recalled your pain from yesterday, but that already felt so long ago. Like your mind was trying to protect itself after what it put you through.

All you really felt was him. 

Safe. 

His head tilted downward so your foreheads touched. 

That pleases me. 

You rubbed your nose with his. Content to simply feel him. 

The others and I have decided I shall remain with you today. 

It had taken you a while to get used to the connection him and the rest shared. Honestly, you were a bit jealous. After all, how convenient it was to cancel plans just by thinking about it. He probably did it in the seconds before you woke up. 

So, what should we do? 

Anything that will make you happy. 

That sincerity always made you pause and scrutinize him. How could anyone truly mean that? 

Yet somehow, he did. Every time. 

And if I said this? 

You traced curves and swirls onto his back, reveling in the strength you felt within. Sometimes you swore his power was tangible. 

“Then I shall continue to warm your bed.” 

Your flush was instantaneous, and you knew he could feel it against his neck. But before you could stutter a reply, your stomach growled. 

“Perhaps breakfast first?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Definitely.” 

Taglist: @steph-speaks because one of my only points of pride is introducing you to ST.

Comment or message me if you wanna be tagged in future Vessel fics!

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Stage experience/ Vessel x reader

Summary: You just wanted to put a full water bottle under his keyboard during the gig.

Words: 914

You travel a lot with the band. At first it was just because you wanted to be close to your boyfriend Vessel to make sure he's okay while touring. But it quickly became clear that you were the go-to person for everything. You take care of some of their social media, do small tasks during set-up and make sure the guys feel comfortable.

This includes their performances. As always, you stand backstage and watch the stage from the side. Everything goes as planned, the show is perfect. Your boyfriend jumps across the stage like Bambi, fooling around with the others.

However, you notice from your position that his water bottle, which he has placed under the keyboard because of his strained voice recently, is almost empty. Which is not unusual considering the concert is already halfway through.

A low hum escapes you. You grab a full bottle and enter the stage without attracting attention. You sneak past behind II and his drums to Vessel's keyboard. You quickly place the new bottle of water to make your way off the stage unnoticed.

Well, not if Vessel has his way. He's spotted you. Like a predator, he's set his eyes on his prey and approaches you with long, graceful strides.

As you straighten up, you realise that your attempt to sneak on and off the stage unnoticed has failed. Vessel's attention is completely on you.

From the way he approaches you as if you were his everything, you can imagine that he's ready to flirt with you in front of the roaring crowd.

He won't kiss you on stage, you know that for sure. He would never reveal an insight into your relationship to the public. And definitely not a hint about his identity.

Your boyfriend gets closer and closer until he holds out his large hand, dipped in black body paint, for you to take.

You look at him a bit uncertain as you can see past him at the large crowd. He replies with a warm smile only you can see because his back faces the audience and wiggles his slender digits.

Eventually you grab his hand, and a roar fills the venue. Vessel guides your fingers to his lips before gently bending his torso in front of you as if asking for a dance.

A grin creeps onto your lips and before you realise it he's placed his hands on your hips and turned you around in his arms. A surprised noise escapes from your mouth.

You look ahead, into the sea of faces and phones eagerly filming the whole experience. Your breath catches. All eyes are on you and the charming man who looks like a god in his costume. He looms behind you, hovering like an intimidating guardian.

A low growl escapes him next to your ear that is only meant for you to hear. Vessel pulls your back closer to his bare, toned chest and allows his hands to roam gently over your sides. Finally, he snakes his arm around your waist. His free hand finds its way up to your chin. Gently guiding you, he tilts your head back until you rest your head against his broad shoulder.

He looks down at you and starts to sweep the pad of his thumb fondly along the curve of your lower lip. Which causes you to part your lips instinctively.

People scream excitedly in response and you want to turn your head towards them. To look at them. But you can't. Vessel holds your chin firmly yet gently between his fingers. You're trapped in his arms. Almost like before every show, when he won't let you go until the last possible second.

In the corner of your eye, you see III's slim figure and you can literally imagine his big grin under the mask.

Your gaze shifts back to Vessel, who now slowly slides his index finger down your throat. He brings his hands back to their original position on your hips and gives you another gentle squeeze. A silent thank you. Then he pulls away from you with an small smile in your direction and strides with swift, elegant steps to his mic to make sure he doesn't miss his turn.

For a moment, you stand perplexed in front of the keyboard. You watch as your boyfriend reverently holds the mic with one hand while singing and slowly slides his fingers up the microphone stand with the other.

Nobody pays attention to you anymore. Vessel holds the crowd spellbound, has them wrapped around his finger. And this fact alone impresses you. The ease with which he manages to attract the attention of the entire crowd.

The thought of what task you actually wanted to fulfil snaps you out of your thoughts. With a gentle smile on your lips, you head backstage, past II.

Behind the blind, you glance down on yourself. Black body paint sticks to your hands and clothes. And you're sure you've got some on your chin and throat too.

But you're used to it. Vessel's lack of patience would have left stains on you anyway. He just can't help but feel you before he showers the dirt and sweat from the show off his body.

You decide to enjoy the performance further and not to clean yourself now. He'll mark you as his again in his own way anyway.

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「 TAGS 」 — [ yearning ] [ forbidden love ] [ gentle sex ] [ vaginal sex ] [ penetrative sex ] [ unprotected sex ] [ male masturbation ] [ body worship ] [ cumshots ] [ oral sex — female receiving ] [ outdoor sex ] [ male + female orgasm ] [ multiple orgasms ] [ internal cumshots ] [ vaginal creampie ]

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you were only a dream — a figment of his imagination. the phrase repeated in vessel’s mind like a mantra. just on the cusp of reality you were. like a car in his peripheral vision, that inched closer than the rear view mirror anticipated—a deer in the headlights of your gaze, frozen in time as you stared at him with eyes of starlight, so bright and entrancing. the loneliness of his reality had plagued vessel for years, it still did — worse in fact. he has not felt the touch of another for quite some time, in a way he preferred. his mind too cursed, body too broken. the thought of burdening another precious soul with his troubles was far too much to bear. at least with you…he was able to control part of it.

even within his dream, as he stood within the evergreens, the prickle of wild, dew-slick grass between his toes, crisp spring air untangled the barbed wire wrapped around his lungs. he breathed — a deep shaky inhale — a breath that, in the waking world would have been too much of a chore. the shrouds that bind his tall, lanky body proved to be a godsent rather than a hindrance. the thin cotton fluttered against his obsidian skin, the sensitivity of his flesh heightened, buzzed with adrenaline as you came into his view.

an angel- no! a goddess you were. surrounded by and aura of golden sunlight that radiated throughout the forest, your shrouds white — pure, made of the finest silk, decorated with matching golden sun sigils, one around your waist that accentuated the wonderful curves of your full hips and thighs, the other two at your shoulders, shielded the swell of your breasts from his unintentional lustful gaze. vessel had never seen such a beholder of beauty in his pitiful existence, and even as you stared him down, with eyes full of reverence and care, he came to the realisation that not once had they touched, or even spoken for that matter. yet between them was this unannounced acknowledgement of each other, their eyes met, you would smile at him and he’d of course smile back, his heartstrings tugged and another appendage swelled just from your gaze alone. his belly ached and fluttered, his hands grew clammy with sweat, the perspiration never fully dissolved from his skin no matter how many times he’d wiped them clean on his shrouds.

and somehow each time he would near, drawn closer to you inch by inch, you’d fade out of existence, an invisible barrier blocked their paths — a wall build by his inner psyche to protect himself, even from the goddess he revered so. you’d never hurt him, he claimed that at least. for you were too kind, graceful, even to put up with his mere presence is enough to show your graciousness. the two off them connected by a string of fate never to be cut.

by this time he woke and you were no more. vessel rose from his bed in a panic, he clung desperately to the phantom images that flashed in his mind, the sensation of the wind that reminded him of what your touch would have possibly felt like. no more forest, no more greenery, no more freedom — no more you. just the desolation of his reality. the hopelessness that filled his bedroom. surrounded by piles of unwashed laundry that, if he squinted within the darkness, reminded him of the shrubbery of the forest, and the carpet — was a far cry from the soft tufts of grass.

barbed wire encircled his lungs again, he struggled to catch a breath with the sudden realisation that he’d alluded to for months—he was whole-heartedly in love with an apparition—for you could hollow out a place in his ribs and carve a home where his heart would be, nestle in the marrow of his bone and he would not object. he craved it. just one touch is all he asked, a simple meaningless touch of your hair, your shrouds, your skin. even if you faded completely from his memory after that he could at least die content.

vessel’s loins swelled with an unannounced arousal, he could envision you still so clearly, a picture painted behind his eyelids that would grace him every time he blinked. and a lovely image it was. so clearly splayed out of him, body nestled in a bed of daisies, a beautiful contrast against your delicate skin, a small shudder parted your lips as his fingers explore the warm cavernous void between your thighs, curled upward until he hit just the right spot that had you crying out his name in a fit of pleasure. your back arched each time he drove himself into your, gummy walls clenched around his length as he filled you to the brim, pulled him deeper, accepted all he had to offer. for he worshiped you and what kind of man would he be if he would allow such thoughts to remain silent?

vessel, with a shaky hand cautiously reached into his shrouds, his fingers tingled against the bare skin of his chest, so sensitive just from mere thoughts of his unnamed goddess. the fabric now felt constricting, his own skin even more so as arousal burned through him like untamed flames. he shuddered upon contact, beneath the fabric was warm, wet. his cock glistening and sticky with his own fluids. how he managed to spill over so quickly just from a dream of you was unbeknownst to him.

still, he did not stop, slender fingers grip his swollen shaft, hardly hesitant, almost primal with his actions. his tip sensitive, the bulb engorged and leaked with sweet pre-cum as he traced the calloused pad of his thumb across the slit. behind his mask grew hot, perpetration dripped down, through cracks of pearly white and ruby. his mouth dried, tongue cotton in texture, suddenly parched and in desperate need for a drink. a thirst only you could quench. his teeth somehow felt sharper, canines desperate to sink their teeth into your ethereal flesh, not to wound but to mark, just an indentation so others would know who’d staked his claim on you.

with haste, ringed fingers shoved down his shrouds, orate silver and polished garnett looks so stark in comparison to his skin — beauty amongst the darkness, akin to his mind in a way. his cock, now relieved that it has been freed from the confines of his shrouds, pulsed thickly against his toned stomach in small twitches, globs of white pre-cum stained his skin.

another shudder followed, he released it from his grasp, he let it fall heavy and hard against his body. he took another inhale — a heavy one though his nostrils, one that seared his blackened lungs. he contemplated for a moment, surely he was delusional. the woman did not exist. he created you to fill the void of loneliness that has consumed him since his adolescence. vessel was almost disgusted with himself, a pathetic attempt at self gratification would only lead to more loneliness in the end. and what woman would want him then?

vessel let his eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, a heavy pity-sodden sigh rested on his tongue, surely he’d have some self-respect for once in his life. pleasuring himself to a made up deity did not help quell his thoughts. vessel rested his head back against the headboard of his bed, a dull thud reverberated around his bedroom as his head made contact with the worn cherry oak, the frame had been damaged for a good while.

as he let his thoughts wonder, a flash of you repeated in his mind, not as coherent as the first, more so bursts of images, of you on top of him, gyrated and bounced atop his lap, breast clear and exposed in his line of vision. vessel’s throat tightened, a moan stifled in his chest. another followed, this time you’re backed up against him, his cock disappeared between your thighs, flesh rippled against his in an unholy dance, like still water disturbed by a stray pebble.

vessel’s eyes shot open, irises burned with desire. his body flushed with need, untamed and visceral. again, with no intention of holding himself back this time, his palm re-attached itself around his cock absentmindedly and he growled through clenched teeth like a starved wolf desperate for a feed.

his cock ached, and the movement of his hand began again as he stroked himself to thoughts — memories of you. memories that had no attachment to his reality, his mind too far gone to accept that, he did not allow himself to accept the reality that fate had laid before him.

“m-my goddess…” his whimpered out a plea, desperation laced in his voice with the hope that just maybe you’d heard him. responded to his cries of pleasure and save him from himself.

”just once…allow me to touch you…” his breath shuddered “…need to touch you….please”

he was desperate, called out to you as if you were there, naked before him, commanding him to submit to every wanton sexual desire of yours. to claim him as yours, to obey, to love, to fuck. if he could, vessel would peel off his skin if you ask so, he’d lay his body before a thousand ravenous wolves just prove his loyalty.

he’d let you mark him, beat him, degrade him anything of the sort and he would not falter, not once.

“fuck ahh..mmhmm..please…” he begged, the humiliation welled in his veins just at the thought of how pathetic he looked begging for an apparition to grant him what he will never receive.

he sweared he heard you sing his name with sweet praises, he felt the waterfalls of your lust rain down on him so sweetly. the voice conjured in his mind, so heavenly, an interpretation of what you might of sounded like. a voice so rich like honey that it could brought the most visceral beasts to their knees in obedience.

“my goddess…” he repeated, hot tears streamed down his sticky sweat-ridden cheeks as he tightened the grip around his shaft, a pathetic attempt to replicate just how you might stroke him, all taut and rough. the rings that adorned his slender fingers provided cool respite in between strokes, not much but enough to quiet his brain for a few milliseconds.

vessel crooned with pleasure at the tightness in his stomach, the dull throb of his cock against a rugged palm, pathetic whimpers passed through clenched teeth as he allowed himself to fully open his senses to the pleasure. as much as he desired domination, the faint whispers and pleas of you calling his name, breathless and lustful against you tongue paired with the visions of your sweet, dripping cunt accepted every inch of him. it was too much for vessel.

“you’re mine…i will have you, my goddess” he panted, aggression burrowed deep in his chest. angry at the predicament he’d found himself in, angry at the way the world was kept you barred and confined within his mind. god help when he finally was able to receive your touch, he will drink you in, get drunk on your essence, savour the feeling of your flesh on his tongue.

vessel let his mind wander further down the trenches of sin, his eyelids coated in visions of you in post coital bliss. instead of shrouds your body would normally occupy laid by the stump of a grand oak, laid an elegant, wedding dress made primarily of lace — detailed white lace with flowers, roses and lilacs hand embroidered so intricately into the fabric. marital bliss… his mind delved further, fastwarding, your womb now swollen, heavy with his unborn child, her gentle, motherly touch carresed the ever growing bump.

vessel could not help by let a tear shed from his eye — a happy one, marred with hopes and dreams of what could be.

“i’ll make it happen, my love…i promise…” even as empty as the promise was, he still wished to see it through. he hopes…

vessel’s breath laboured, the familiar twinge of his orgasm built deep in his abdomen, a thick, ever-growing pulse that thrummed from shaft to tip. he let out a small whine, almost pained as he gripped his cock tighter as he stroked the silky, wet appendage. he wanted to moan your name, it almost ripped his throat as a choked whimper passed through, yet no name he conjured up in his mind felt suitable or worthy enough for you.

his chest heaved, he panted with open-mouthed whines. the phantoms of touch against his bare chest, he hoped it would replicate the touches he’d envisioned of you. his hips rutted upward, primal in nature so desperate for release. a breath caught in his throat as he neared closer, unable to exhale until he finally released. spurts of white coated his knuckles, warm and milky as he spilt over, his body jolted and convulsed in pleasure upon release. yet he did not stop; he needed to drain himself fully, more as a form of punishment rather than gratification.

he did not feel satisfied, he felt disgusting, pathetic. pain shot through his hips, he silently asked you to punish him for his transgressions, he did not feel worthy to spill his seed for you, not under these circumstances. he wished to fill you, your womb to house the product of his one sided love.

he came again, he continued to stroke until his hand cramped, that was when he released his grip. he collapsed into the mattress, a disgusting mess of sweat and cum. his hips and stomach painted white, cock engorged and red, pulsed faintly, sensitive with lust.

he laid there in an uncomfortable silence, the wind howled in mockery, alluding to his shame and guilt. his bottom lip quivered with untamed sobs as a heavy guilt rose in his chest. the moon seemed dull on his skin despite the sheen of perspiration, no post-pleasure bliss to fall back on and soothe him to sleep having violated the sanctity of his dream deity.

”my goddess…forgive me…” he pleaded as if you could hear him. in many ways he hoped that you’d be lurking in his walls of under his bed, ready to forgive him at a moment's notice even though he knew it was impossible. he had no idea how he’d face you next, even if he’d be able to at all.

as his cock softened he stood up on weary legs, a hand positioned on the bedside table to stabilise himself. his head heavy, still whirled from the two mind-shattering orgasms. the disgust ran deep, chilled his bones as he recounted what had transpired. would you think differently of him? why would it matter when you’ve never spoken?

he shook his head of the thought, desperate to rid himself from the sticky residue that clings to his skin and quite frankly ready to boil himself alive in the shower. he took cautious step into the bathroom, as he shed the remainder of his clothing at the foot of the bathtub. he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the slits of his eyes sunken with shame, exhaustion, skin more grey than obsidian. he looked like death, yet even death had better presentation. he stared of a few moments until the shapes of his face started to shift around him, reminded him that he needed to blink. he did not see a man when he looked back at his reflection, he saw a lonely decrepit cryptid so starved of attention within and outside of reality.

vessel let a heavy, exhausted sight fall from his lips. limp hand begrudgingly turned on the hot water — and only the hot water. maybe letting himself burn would help quell the raging silence in his mind, give him something else to focus on even if it is pain.

he stepped into the water, steam billowed around his figure as a pained hiss crept up his chest and escaped through his teeth. he almost wanted to recoil away and out of the water but forced himself to stay still, let the water seer and redden his flesh. he stood there in silence, not even a squeak, his eyes began to water with tears and he sobbed, he sobbed for hours upon hours until his throat burned and eyes dried like empty wells in a desert.

he only craved you. for what else does he have to live for? no friends, family or even a realistic lover to call his own. he spent another hour in the shower, by then the water had run cold, sent shivers fluttering through his skin, bit and nipped at his flesh like hungry ants. he sat, cowered in the corner, knees to his chest, rocked back and forth against the damp tiles.

eventually he came to his senses, he rosed and shivered with the cold sting of the water plus the chill of the midnight air. again with weary steps he exited the shower, he took another glance at himself in the mirror, fogged from the shower, small beats of water danced in a frantic race down the glass.

beast. he thought. disgusting beast, who would ever want you?

he hoped you would….

he glanced down at the sink, a bottle of sleeping pills rested unopened on the counter. the same bottle he’d bought from a side street vendor a few months prior, right around the time the dreams of you started, he’d been hesitant to touch them, never needing them as sleep would come easy to him. lately he contemplated it. maybe one or two just to help sleep pass just a bit easier, more time spent with you.

he grabbed the bottle, inspected it for a moment, the bright orange plastic seemed to radiate against the bleak darkness of his bathroom. a reminder of your aura, which called him back so desperately. he closed his eyes, he shoved the bottle into the medicine cabinet behind the mirror..

not tonight…

—

for the next week, vessel’s sleep was resetless, closing his eyes seems like a chore not matter how hard he tries. nights filled with sorrow-filled weeping and manic sobs. falling asleep naturally was simply not working. he wondered if it was due to his actions the past week, pleasuring himself to you. were you angry with him? did you banish him? were you so disgusted with him that you could not possibly bring yourself to face him? the worst fate of all was if you allowed him in and ignored his presence, no curt smile, no gentle wave, just existing as if he was not there, it would be a fate worse than death.

vessel found himself crouched by the bathroom door, rocking absentmindedly as the exhaustion began to chip away at his sanity.

she still loves me…? right…?

my goddess…please don’t forsake me…

he could not bear the thought of that. then he would be truly alone…and it frightened him more than death, more than any pain imaginable.

vessel made it to his feet, gripping the sink weakly. he stared in the mirror, a empty stare greeted him back. tired eyes tried their best to remain conscious, no matter how much he wanted sleep. he stared for a good five minutes before ripping the mirror of its hinges, the sleeping pills in full view of his gaze.

he grabbed them, taking one small white pill out of the bottle. he downs it dry, swallowed thickly as the powery capsule scraped and dissolved down his throat. one could not possibly hurt, it has been a week since he slept properly — since he saw you last.

“i’ll be with you soon, my goddess”

he sighed, returning to bed.

vessel laid in bed, tattered sheets graced his half-naked figure, his chest burned with anticipation, hoping that the medicine will take its effect sooner rather than later. he stares up at the ceiling, his jaw tightens absentmindedly, deciding to count the cracks around the base of the ceiling fan, how long and far every branch and twig of each crack is out of boredom. he examines the water damage in the far left corner of the ceiling, the drywall damp and beginning to grow a musty smell, a faint one but none less nauseating.

slowly he feels the pull of sleep drag him under, awaiting your warm embrace as blackness begins to spot his vision. he smiles, a true, heartfelt smile he had been missing for weeks up until this point. his body grows lighter, like a feather floating through a brisk breeze. and he sees it so clearly—the forest, in all its glory. so green and lush, picturesque in its beauty. he exhales sharply, overwhelmed he is finally in the place he feels most content.

his fingers brush up against the stump of a fallen evergreen, committing to memory every crack, crevice, every ridge and bump, the texture, the scent. and he smiles again. this…is home for him…

a flash of golden light blinds him for a moment. he squints, turning towards the light, trying to make out the shape of the figure engulfed in the heavenly glow. he gasps, his heart stopping at the sight of you.

the same as ever, so beautiful, so divine. just on the other side of the river. tears well in his eyes, overwhelmed that he finally gets to see you again. he love, his goddess. and you…were coming towards him, a slow and meaningful stride.

this is it… finally my goddess..

his heart is sent into overdrive. all those months of yearning, waiting, watching you from a distance has finally come into fruition. finally he will feel your embrace, finally he will have you. he will be whole again.

your figure on the cusp of reaching him, the invisible string that connected the two of you grew taut, his eyes widen, unable to reach for you any further and you remained still, staring straight through him as if he wasn’t even there.

vessel’s body is pulled backwards into darkness, back into the waking world. he shoots up, a cold sweat glimmering on his skin.

”no…” he breathes. “no no no no!!-”

this could not be happening!

he was so close, a hare’s breath away from finally having you, only for you to be ripped away. undeserving he was, like always.

he races out of bed and into the bathroom once more, the mirror laid shattered in pieces by the bathtub and vessel did not care about the glass that punctured the soles of his feet. with haste, he grabs the bottle, capsules spilling into the sink as he dumped a handful into a shaky, disoriented palm.

his mind a foggy mess, a smoke show, a memory of you as he clung onto whatever visions he had left of you with a feeble, desperate attempt. vessel did not hesitate in swallowing that handful of pills, once again letting them run dry and scrape his throat, feeling them mould together and sink low in his stomach. it had to work…just to see you again…it had to…

he stumbles back to his bed, vision blurry and disoriented as he makes contact with the mattress, the splitting headache from cracked his head open his eyes sensitive to even the dullest of light. he curls up bringing his knees to his chest, cuddling his pillow as if it were your figure, so warm and comforting. black spots begin to cloud his vision, the speckles of chipped paint on his ceiling became nothing more than grey blurs.

and he smiles, letting sleep consume him fully.

—

his throat parched and cottony, as if his mouth had been filled with sand. his head ached and throbbed, like he’d taken a hammer to the temple, pain shooting behind his eyelids as he opens them, blinded by golden streaks of sunlight bleeding through the tree line of evergreens.

did it work…?

his mind flooded with countless possibilities, was his sleep infinite, surely with the amount of pills he swallowed inadvertently. he’d be a fool not to have succumbed. vessel’s resolve was indeed weak if the only solution to his predicament was…well.. an endless sleep.

vessel sits up, immediately hit with a wave of vertigo, feeling his brain swoosh and swirl in the cavern of his skill, needing both hands to cup around his temples to ease the sensation. he takes a glance around. the forest…he was indeed back. there greenery seemed more lush, more vibrant, the roses were in full bloom, fruits beginning to flower, apples specifically, the blossoms a bright white with the faintest hint of peach and pinks through the centre, and the scent, so sweet and fragrant—faintly akin to the honeysuckles his mother would grow when he was a boy.

a young doe in the distance, all wide-eyed and nieve grazing at the dewy grass at the foot of an old evergreen, taking cautious—precious— moments to raise her head, peeling strips of bark from the stump, unbeknownst to his presence. it was serine, peaceful almost, vessel only wish he could revel in such calm, such freedom.

“vessel?” a voice calls out to him. undoubted feminine. he freezes in his position, body chilling with a cold sweat, to his knowledge he’d never revealed his name while within the dream space, let alone made contact verbally with any other life form. his gaze at the ground, greeted by the familiar ivory silk, his breath catches in his throat, an exhale parts his lips with a shudder, his eyes scanned upward. that golden aura when he first awoke, it was not the sun—it was you. his goddess.

and you were just as beautiful as ever.

“are you alright?” your voice is just as wonderous as he imagined. all those nights spent theorising the tone, the soft accented lilt, the pitch, the cadence. nothing could have prepared him for the moment you first parted your lips. his heart soars at the first word to leave your lips was his name.

“i…you…you can speak?” it was all he could bring himself to say, not caring about the possibility of any injuries he sustained.

“of course, why wouldn’t i?” you kneel before him, examining his features, suddenly his face becomes flushed behind his mask.

“before…how come-?”

”the barrier has been broken”

the barrier that kept the two of you from ever interacting finally severed — his conscious

“you’re dead, vessel”

the words were blunt but had to be said.

dead…? the pills…of course…

”how am i here? you’re in my head…you’re not real…you should have died when i…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentance and you could offer him no response as to why you still glanced his presence.

he reaches out a weak, lanky hand, caressing the ends of your shrouds, a shuddering, pitiful sob wretch’s at his lungs, burns like bile in his throat.

“i’ve waited so long for this…” he confesses through tears. that hand clinging to the fabric like a lifeline. “may i touch you…please…my goddess?”

you nod, a not that was far to sudden, far too anticipating. his hand retracted from your shoruds, tracing up the bare flesh of your forearm, your skin tingled with bursts of electricity his touch, sending sparks throughout your body. vessel’s jaw quivered with a small whimper, rough rugged fingertips, grazing along the indentations of your collar bone, feeling your own breath quicken at the featherlight touches before his palm cupped your cheek, hesitant with his actions as his thumb smoothed across the petal of your bottom lip.

”you’re more beautiful each time i see you…” he croons, parting your lips with his thumb, tracing over the small ridges in the flesh. “all this time…i have loved you…please say it back…even if you don’t mean it…i just need to hear you say it…”

desperation flooded his voice, to himself his yearning seemed pathetic, just to hear you say you loved him back, even if it was a false proclamation, would heal the gaping wound in his heart, at least then he could pretend, hold onto the substance and manifest it incase you were to slip from his grasp.

the words left your lips with the same breathless desperation, four words that made his heart swell and sour with delight.

“i love you, too…”

the heat was instantantions, vessel’s lips crash against yours with such feverant lust that it knocks the air our of your lungs with a gasp. his stomach twirls and fluters upon the connection, hands roaming your waist with an impatient intensity that had been building – bigger and more aggressive with each month that passed, only for the culmination to be far sweeter that anticipated. your lips tasted of fresh cheries – recently devoured black cherries, so tart and tangy on his tongue, sheer and opaque as it mingled with his tastebuds. he savours it as if it were the final time he’d be allowed to sample it.

his chest rises and falls with bated breaths, body manually exerting strength as it was all he could focus on while your lips explored his. just incase his heart were to stop unexpectedly. your fingertips no longer phantoms on his skin, so real – so tangible. featherlight as they traces idle shapes and indentations into his chest and collarbones. Just as desperate as him.

your bodies fall into the tufts of wild grass, lips still connected in a passionate kiss. vessel’s blackened fingers tug at the sun broaches atop your shoulders, unclasping them, allowing your shrouds to fall clean from your body, a body that was far more delicate and beautiful than he could ever describe. he’d envisioned how it would look so vividly in his mind yet nothing compared to the way your body curved so naturally against his palm, your skin soft and supple, lustrous like the finest silk.

he marvels at you, the dips and curves of your figure far to maginiscent to describe, the only adjective coming to mind was…perfect. absolutely perfect.

even the little indentations of your hips, a perfect slot for his thumbs to rest. the clouded pads of his thumbs smoothing down the skin with gentle strokes, making small circular motions. his lips slow me intentional with their movements, slow, lingering kisses down your breasts, against the pillowy flesh. he gasps at how soft they are, like a cloud upon his tongue as he exhales with a shuddering gasp.

“beautiful…” he mutters, a huger undertones in his words, so primal and raw as his tongue flickers over your perked nipples, stiffened by his breath. his lips ghost around the swollen buds, teasing them with soft puffs of air. vessel watched on as your body begins to rise, your back arching as pleasure builds desperate for him to continue.

”please…?” your words leave your lips in a desperate whine. the subtle break in your voice, sent shockwaves to vessel’s cock, the appendage stiffening in his shrouds.

“yes…?” he pants. “anything you want my love, all you have to do is ask”

his lips wrap around your perky nipple, sampling the texture on his tongue, his eye fixated o. your form, an exhilarated whine ripped through your throat, pristine, manicured fingernails digging into the dirt beneath you, staining the pearly white claws a muddy brown.

“you know what i want…” your throat goes thick, swallowing down a moan as you inspect his actions, how his lips and tongue worked the pebbled bud, teeth tugging lightly at his, your cunt throbs with delight, wetness pooling between your thighs

“in time my goddess…” vessel pries away from your nipple, a slick pop sound reverberated through the forest as his lips parted with your flesh. “first…i need to taste you”

he sits up, sip lick the drool that accumulated on his bottom lip, his canines sharp and pointed, you feared he might cut his tongue as the appendage ran lightly across them. you peer down, his shrouds hang low on his hips, his body sculpted and lean, yet he maintains a slender figure. peering down further you’re amazed by just how impressive his length is, even fully clothed and semi-erect, you believe wholeheartedly that he could split you on two.

he stared down at you, your doe eyes widened and impressed glancing ever so often between his eyes and his length. he smirks and a devilish smirk it was, all those lonely night spent pleasuring himself to your image, it all culminates to this very moment.

“spread your legs for me, darling”

and you did. your pretty, perfect pussy barely visible from beneath your shrouds, catching a glimpse of it each time the wind fluttered against the fabric. vessel, on his knees, his hands shoving up the fabric until it rested comfortably at your hips. he marveled at the sight, speechless as your glistening, wet cunt shone under the sunlight, so ready and willing for his tongue.

he lowers himself, placing dainty kisses to your hip bones, feeling you shiver under his touch. he does the same to your inner thighs, swirling inconsistent shapes against the flesh, letting them linger for milliseconds more the closer he inches to your cunt. he felt you gasp, your cunt tightens—clenches around air as soft breaths whisp against your clit.

“relax for me, my love”

he takes your thighs, positioning them atop his shoulders, slender fingers holding you in place. his tongue parts his lips, licking a long purposeful stripe up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit. your body instantly seizes with pleasure, hips bucking to meet the flicks of his tongue. as much as you wanted to relax into the pleasure, sink into the dirt as he devours you. you couldn’t, you needed to watch him, inspect just how skilled he was.

you prop yourself up into your elbows, watching the way his skill tongue worked your clit with expertise. his thumbs swirls against your hips, providing some comfort against the force of his tongue.

“mmhm vessel…”

god he loves the way you say his name, so perfect all pitched and desperate with pleasure. your stomach could and tightened, burning white hot as your orgasm built. so long you’ve been without release, so long you’ve needed this, needed him even if you did not realise it at first.

vessel moans into you cunt, a signal without words that he allows your release.

“it is alright, let it happened my love”

as if his words commanded it, you spill around him, nails clawing into the dirt, taking clumps between your plans as squeezing. an exhilarated moan rips through your throat, your body becoming sensitive to the feeling of his tongue. he pulls away, lips glossy with your essence.

“i cannot wait any longer, my goddess…” he removes his shrouds, his body bare, impressive cock standing proud against his stomach. he crawls atop of you, his cock slotting between your thighs just grazing against your overstimulated clit.

“finally…i’ll give you what you need”

your wetness drooling down his cock, feeling him prod between your thighs as he immersed himself within your void, the gummy ring of your cunt clenched around his cock, bottoming out instantly, a gasp takes both your breaths, leaving a cacophonous gap in your chest, where you should be breathing.

“does it hurt?” he remains still, not wanting to move until he was absolutely certain you were comfortable.

it takes a second for you to adjust, your perfect cunt moulding to fit the shape of him. your walls fluttering around his thick shaft, wanting to pull him in.

“i’m okay..” you whisper, still regaining your breath from the initial intrusion

“good…” he places tender kisses to your eyelids upon noticing tears beggining to well in them. “i’ll keep you safe, i promise”

he begins to move, slowly at first, the intrusion swishing in you belly, just fluttering against the opening of your cervix, not quite reaching, but enough to make his presence aware. vessel dips his head to the side, capturing your neck in a flurry of dainty kisses, muttering sweet nothings against the skin.

your legs, almost out of instinct, wrapped around his waist, ankles locks, keeping him trapped between your legs

“more…i can take it…” a moan tingles against your tastebuds, inhaling the inflicted scent of him, all manly, of earth and clay, dewy like grass and damp like stone.

with that notion, he increases his speed, a hands place firm on your abdomen gently massaging the flesh while his cock ravages you. how heavenly the sensation is. never in your life had you recieved such pleasure, each sense heightened, beaming with arousal.

even though your first orgasms has already broken through, you feel that familiar pressure in your abdomen, and not from vessels hand, it swirled and bubbled in your skin, down to your muscles and bone, tight, almost tearing. he could sense it as well, the lack of touch, the over exposure to it now sent you both reeling.

“can i cum inside you, my goddess?” he asks—no! begs for it, just the sound of his whimpers makes your toes curl in delight. you nod— a frantic, feverish nod in agreement. it was one thing to experience the sensation of his cock gutting your womb but to have it filled, oh that would surpass even the most pleasurable of orgasm

he lets out a shaky breath, one that catches in his throat, his lips travel to your, capturing them in another heated kiss, the hand once on your abdomen now drawing impatient circles against your clot, his cock bullying its way into your womb.

“cum for me, my love…”

you throw your head back, stomach coiling with release as you cum around him, the grass below drinking in your sweet essence, the scent like nectar to vessels senses, a trigger that set off his own release.

he coats your cunt in his warmth, a release so strong it sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. your bodies intertwined, connected forever, laid sweat-covered and blissful in the grass, amongst the wildflowers. vessel’s head propped into the crook of your neckC his bodyweight pressing down atop of you, not painful, enough to make your breaths take some effort, other than that if was comfortable. a silence builds between the two of you, not one marred by awkwardness. the both of you content.

“i can’t wait to spend eternity with you, my goddess”

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Sleep

a/n did this need to be this long? No. But is it impossible to not make everything slightly sexual with these eepy boys? Yes. Someone needs to take my phone away. I also have exhaustion fever so this is actually a fever dream. Edited version.

summary: Sleep token with a model reader (preferably fem, but you can totally make it gn) like she's not a famous model, but like she's good at what she does and so eepy boys are like, "ooh they make good sht what if we hire her for an album cover or something"

warning: slightly sexual….?

sleep token boys x reader

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“You’re looking at her like she’s the last supper," ii snorted after a while of watching Vessel practically drool over you. The post-show gatherings were rare. Well, the ones where the team could bring plus ones were. Boys usually stuck around for a quick photo, their way of showing how much they appreciated everyone’s work before they disappeared into the privacy of the back rooms. But not today. And for the very first time, it felt worth it.

“She might be," iii snickered, his eyes equally as pleased with the sight in front of him. “Let me clean your drool”, iv brings a napkin towards Vessel’s lips, one that the lead singer is quick to push away. “She would fit the next album," it’s barely a whispers, but they all fix their gaze on you now.

“I’ve seen her around," iii mutters, trying to think where it was, but the sea of people after a while just goes mushy. “Yeah, because you’ve been liking her pictures," iv says, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if that’s not weird. How the fuck would you know that?”, but the look iii shoots at his bandmate is met with a middle finger. "Vess, we already have the shoot planned for Friday”, ii is quick to interfere. He is always the most put-together one, making sure the plan stays where it should, once the ground rules are placed. "Yeah, but I don’t like what we got,"  Vess waves his hand around, “We need her," and here it is, no longer a maybe but the tone of a man who had set his mind. 

“She could be sleep”, it’s almost a plea as Vess looks among the guys. “Look at her."  Crocking his head to the side, Vess once again lets himself shamelessly admire you. “The hair, the skin, and the eyes, look at her eyes." As if feeling all four sets of eyes burning into your skin, you finally glance their way. And it’s as if, with your gaze alone, you had set off the panic. “Don’t look, don’t look,"  Vess hisses, head down, with iii grasping for his beer that nearly slipped through his fingers. “How old are we, three?”, iv hisses, placing his bottle down, before stepping forward. "Ivy,"  Vess catches his arm, but iv only gives him a serious look before adding, “This is creepy; we need to go talk to her, not gawk like a pack of creeps”. 

You watch him approach you. The confidence oozing off him feels infectious. As if the whole room is pulsing to the beat of him. "Hey," he says as he slides down the booth to get closer to you. "Hi," you greet him, smiling, as you shoot him a little wave. “Never seen you before," his voice is smooth, steady, and perky enough to make you guess that he’s smirking beneath the mask. “Is that why you were staring?”, you ask, watching his eyes. He chuckles lightly before lifting his hands up, “Caught red-handed." And you can’t help but chuckle alongside him. 

“I don’t know if you know...", iv starts after a moment. "Who you are?", you finish for him, and he visibly halts. Because that had been exactly what he was going to ask. “I do; I’m friends with Sam,"  you point to the man in question, who’s posing for a picture with a mask as well. 

“Lucky son of a bitch," iv mutters, watching him for a moment before pulling his gaze back to you. A slight silence falls. “Join us for a drink,"  he says, nodding towards the table he came from. You gaze there, earning a salute from ii. iii just lifts his bottle up. It’s Vess, whose eyes you can’t see, but you know that they are set on you. “Is this a kidnapping?”, you look up at iv. “Most definitely,"  he nods, and you’re quick to follow his actions. “Alright then.”

It feels as if an unexpectedly found puzzle piece that fit to Vess as he watches you in the glass little pool. The mesh material of your dress is soaked and floating all around you. And the rain installation slowly turning from clear to pitch black. Drowning you out in darkness. “That’s it,"  he hears the director shout, “Look up." But Vessel doesn’t even look at the actual footage the camera is getting; his gaze is glued on you. An actual vision in front of him. 

“She’s fucking good; you've got to give her that,"  ii mumbles as he too watches the shoot. All of them are here. They were never here for shit like this, but today they were almost first. “I need a picture with her; can we get her in some promo shit too?”, iii once again pushes the narrative he had been trying to shove down everyone’s throats the moment you agreed. “She might not want to,"  Vess trails off. “Have you asked?”, iii nudges him, like a kid who’s not getting the exact candy he was looking for. 

“Can you get horny from watching someone…", iii changes his tone, but iv is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth. “If you make her feel weird, I will de-ball you myself,"  he hisses, giving him a little shove. The crew helps you step out before someone is quick to drape a dry towel over your shoulders. “Here to investigate your investment?”, you shoot them a smile, surprised to see them here. Mostly because everyone reassured you that they would not be here. 

“I like to follow the process,"  Vessel blurts out. “Hope it’s up to your liking,"  you mutter right as he brushes the strand of hair away from your face. “More than exceeded my expectations." His words throw you off center for a heartbeat before a smile spreads across your face. “Mind taking more pictures?”, iv nods your way. Your shoulders sag lightly as you glance at the screen, “You don’t like these?” “Oh shit, not like that, I mean with us,"  he quickly adds. You look at them. Blinking slowly. “But you... you don’t take pictures like that,"  you frown slightly. You’ve read through the papers their management sent out this morning. There was the underlined part that said no content regarding bad members would be taken. “Just feel like changing shit up,"  Vess glances at the setup. “This won’t do, but I have an idea.”

What follows after that is a slight madman frenzy. You watch Vess explain exactly what he wants from the production team. Going as far as scribbling the placement of objects on paper. “Is he always like this?”, you ask after a moment. “Passionate?”, ii ask, and you’re quick to nod. “When inspiration strikes, yes," iii nods along. “He pretty much fell out of a second-floor bunk in the middle of the night once because a lyric came up in his head and he had nowhere to write it down."  A chuckle slips from ii’s lips, and you can’t help but glance at him. Having him be so talkative feels like a gift in a way. “That’s beautiful,"  you muse, “loving something so much." The boys simply hum in response before the makeup and clothes department ushers them in. 

“Vess will direct it from now; follow his lead; and don’t overthink it,"  the lady walking you back on stage, brushes your hand in reassurance. The place is a lot dimmer now. Yet the lights reflect off the water just as beautifully. There’s a drum set in the middle of the set, with extra support beams intact too. You frown slightly as you hand the tower off to your makeup artist. “Do you mind lying down?”, Vessel asks. “In the water?”, you ask, but Vess is quick to shake his head. “On the drums." You swallow, glancing at ii, who’s already standing by his seat. "Sure," you breathe out, stepping onto the rearranged platforms. His eyes follow your every move, and he’s quick to gesture to his chair, no doubt as a step stool for you to get on. 

“Let me help you," ii says, taking hold of your hands before steadying your steps. “Won’t I break it?", you ask, looking at the drums. “It’s a fake; even if it breaks, it doesn’t matter."  The smoothness of II's voice sends shivers down your spine as you step onto the drums before slowly lowering yourself down. ii’s hands stay nearby, you can feel their warmth but not their touch. Your eyes lock right as you sprawl out. Letting the top of your body bend over the set. 

"Fuck."  It’s so quiet and low that you’re sure you’ve imagined it. Someone warns you about the water before your body and the drums are drenched. “I’ll only hit the plates; don’t get spooked out," ii warns you, yet you don’t have a chance to answer. The drizzle picks up, you gaze up, meeting his eyes, and the sound around you erupts, alongside the flashes of the camera. It goes like that for a couple of minutes. It feels like forever and then a blink of your imagination. And then you’re being pulled back up. “Good?”, ii mutters. You nod, and he mimics your movement. “Good. It will be hard not to see you every time I look at my drums now,"  he admits before stepping aside, the prep team swarming all around you. Making your head dizzy. 

Someone’s saying something about how sets with guitars will be less challenging, and you catch the sight of iii stepping on with a mask you hadn’t yet seen. “Scary?”, he chuckles. "No,"  you say, shaking your head, feeling slightly breathless. “It’s... mesmerizing." He lets out a low laugh. “That’s a first." And within a heartbeat, you’re sitting in the water with iii towering over you. Your hands are snaking up his legs and lower stomach as you arch your head up to watch his face. There’s no way to read his emotions. However, the vein in his neck says enough. You’re aware of the flashes, but it’s as if that part of reality is not there. iii’s body disappears after a while, and then he’s right there, inches from your face, leaning forward to look right at you. 

iv strolls in almost immediately after. Sharing a look with iii as they pat each other on the shoulder. And then the man built on confidence is right in front of you. “Care for a cuddle?”, he muses, sitting down in the water and spreading his legs apart. You just stare at him. Feeling your head spin. “Do I need to sit you down?”, he shoots you a daring look, and you instantly sink to your knees. “You minx,"  he says, shaking his head, “Come on, lean against my chest." You follow his lead, sliding between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He pulls his guitar in front of you two. Your fingers slip onto his thighs, then slowly upon his arms and towards his guitar. Before you look up, to find his blue orbs watching you with unmatched insanity. “Get why you left II and III in shambles now,"  he says, ever so slightly brushing his masked lips against your ear. 

You feel in a trance by the time you see Vessel standing behind his keyboard stand. “Do you mind?”, you’re not sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you shook your head. And then you instantly regret not asking because his hands are around your waist as he lifts you onto the keyboard. You let out a slight shriek, and his face instantly turns to you. “It’s okay, it’s okay; just didn’t expect that,"  you’re quick to reassure him. “Just do what feels natural,"  Vess mutters before turning to step in front of the keyboard. You pull one of your legs up, bending it beneath you, and turn slightly so you can face him better. His fingers move over the keys, head down. You watch him for a moment before slowly reaching out. Fingers brushing the exposed part of his face before ever so slightly inching beneath the mask as you turn his face towards you. Trying to figure out why a man of such talent and power wasn’t all that quick to take control. 

“How much freaky is too freaky?”, you ask him. Vess crocks his head to the side before asking, “Have you seen us on stage?” You smirk, bring your other leg over the keyboard, spreading your legs enough to make room for Vessel to stand in between. “Own it then,"  you say, reaching for his hands, moving one to your hip and placing the other in the middle of your chest. “The question here is, what keys are you playing, Vess?” You stare right at him before leaning back. He’s quick to steady you. Leaving his hands where you had placed them before lifting the one resting on your chest up as if he’s pulling your soul out of your body, right as you arch your back. “Fucking vision, fucking sleep,"  Vess grunts under his breath, drinking in the sight of you. 

The photograph shouts cut, and you let yourself breathe for a moment before holding onto Vessel’s forearms as you pull yourself up. “You are something else,"  he grunts, helping you down, and you can tell that his hands linger. “They do say that I’m good at what I do."  You wink at him. “Wrapping four grown men around your finger, you mean?”, he smirks at you before nodding to the side. You glance up only to find three sets of eyes looking at you as if you had been a vision sent by god, or maybe the devil himself. 

[yandere-wishes]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨⋆White Roses Black Doves⋆୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Sleep Token x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ♡ ｡ ゜  

｡ ₊°༺Nothing Good Ever Happens After 2 AM ༻°₊ ｡

⋆｡˚ᶻ ᶻ 𝗓 ᶻ 𐰁˚｡⋆ Vessel

There's an ache behind his eyes, a potent decay from within. Vessel blinks trying to subside the pain, the biological furor of reason. The celestial glare of the vending machine doesn't help, then again it's hard to feel anything but pain when you've foregone sleep for just a little over two weeks. The kaleidoscopic of options lobotomizes his brain, Monster or Red Bull? Carrion or cruor? He's about to claw at the keypad when he hears the familiar thing approaching. He can't help but be reminded of supernovae when he sees you, diaphanous little star killing herself from within, burning, and molting until there's nothing left to neither hurt nor hold.

Vessel loves watching as you bleed fatigue, bloodshot doe eyes pried open by phantoms, and yet he can still taste the innocence reflected in your cornea. "Same as always?" he asks, already stepping aside as you press tenderly on the decrepit eight. You eat KitKats like you're smoking a cigarette. Vessel finds it a tad too hilarious, a morbid joke. He'll be long dead from the poisonous vapor he inhales like oxygen and you'll be standing over his grave smoking sugar and coco beans. He licks his lips as he stares at your fingers, slender, shaky. He wonders what the marrow would taste like erupting between his teeth. "Rough day?" he mutters as he sinks down beside you. You only ever look at him, too shy to speak. That's fine, he thinks, he'll coax out that pretty voice someday. Behind you, the vending machine stirs a light mechanical hum like a choir hymn. You hand him the last piece before disappearing into the night. Vessel's eyes follow you until you're engulfed by the darkness, he'll see you here again like clockwork. Prayers of gratitude spill from his lips as he waits for morrow night.

♡꩜♡꩜♡ II

He's seen this scene before. Enshrined it in fact. Watched you until your essence engraved itself behind his eyes. He's memorized the ice cream you like, which foot you use to cross the threshold. The gentle jolt of your body as you slide open the freezer door. The clock strikes midnight and Cinderella appears with dark bags under her eyes to match the ebony paint he wears like an oath. ii watches as you lean over the freezer, face greeting the hoar.

His fingers twitch longing to sink into the plush of your hips, to entwine through your silky hair as they push you further into the frost. He'll trail kisses across your neck as you suffocate. Bite your jawline playfully and mar the gossamer flesh. Body pressed to yours, impaling your stomach on the freezer's edge. He'll say he loves you, because he thinks he does, or maybe there isn't quite a word to describe this emotion. This enthralling all-encompassing obsession etched deep within his bones. You're frozen in his thoughts, the little princess that roams the convenience store he likes to haunt. What do you call it when someone is imprinted upon your soul? When their essence is more familiar to you than your own? ii reaches for the same ice cream, letting the frost sink in like a kiss. When your fingers grace his, he interweaves them like a vice.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- III

There's something endearing about the emptiness, the void.

How the space continues to function even when the crowds have gone home. The lights, the pop songs, the machines, they all continue to dance even when the crowds have gone home. iii weaves between the games looking for something to pass the time. It's rejuvenating, he thinks, breathing without the panoptic. When you live in the limelight -no matter how hard you try to remain anonymous- you still leave all your pieces amongst the public. Forgetting how to fill your whole husk when the spotlight wears off.

The first time iii sees you he's nothing short of annoyed. He'd thought he'd get the place to himself. No screaming teens or crying kids, but your presence proves a complication even if you've yet to register the man behind you. He peers at your reflection smeared across the glass, sees you trying to ensnare a rabbit within the claws, your eyes closing for milliseconds in between only to reopen to the rabbit having plummeted once more. "Here let me help you" he offers. And truly at first he had meant it, an innocent act brought on upon both wanting to win the game and wanting to be rid of you. But the way your body slacks against his as he pushes against your back. The way your tiny hand fits so perfectly in his as he helps you navigate the joystick. You're perfume wafts over him, floral, dainty, like walking through flower fields at midnight. It takes three more tires before he wins you your rabbit.

But he doesn't stop there. iii drags you to the other games, enjoying how malleable you are within his hands. He notices how you can't help falling asleep no matter what you're doing. He wonders why you're here, amongst the neon lights and prizes instead of tucked away in your bed. By the time the sun has risen, iii's won you one too many prizes that you struggle to carry in your arms. He follows you back home, making sure to keep to the alleys and walls. It's so you don't get hurt he assures himself, but deep down he knows he just can't let you go. He's always had trouble with parting, wishing to keep everything locked away with this ribcage. Safe and sound. You've started to find plush animals outside your apartment door. Always with a morbidly painted guitar pick strung around their necks. You used to take them straight to your bed, giggling at your secret admirer. You'd give them names while inspecting the pick, wondering who you knew who played guitar. But recently you've started to notice crimson specks across the dolls. People have been missing, people you know and love. The crimson spots only keep growing…

˙✧˖° ⋆｡˚ IV

He feels you like a marble balancing on his tongue. Cold until it's corrupted by his heat. Your eyes are always open, but they never seem to see. IV wraps his arms around you pulling you closer as the movie screen flashes with some creature feature. He's found that you're happiest when he lets you out of the house. When his presence is lost amongst the outside world. Still, IV is ever cautious he knows how easy it would be for you to slip away. He's taken every precaution taking you outside only at night and usually to the cinema, usually, the ones that run old movies till the brink of dawn.

IV's mask nuzzles into your side, you only let out a low groan. It's always so hard for him to tell if you're awake or not, your brain seems to be perpetually elsewhere. IV grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him. "Darlin" he hisses, all warning and toxin. "Yes," you mutter like your mouth is filled with medicine you refuse to swallow. He pushes his mask above his lips, before sealing you in a kiss. All teeth and tongue like he's trying to devour you. You push on his shoulders at first, trying to break free, but when futility settles in, you give up, letting him take over. IV's fingers squish into your cheeks, his kiss deepens, ravenous, hungry for his stubborn little girl. You feel like you're drowning, letting the sea monsters devour you. Funny how the only place you'll ever be free of him is when his dear deity Sleep takes you away.

The screen overhead gleams in black and white, the monster has captured the girl, and the hero is nowhere in sight.

🎀Taglist: @blvckmvgicwoman @pastlivesxpastlie @enchantingarcadecreation @bloodmoon-bites

[dewracle]

So you've very likely seen the video/gifs of Vessel just sitting down in Manchester, leaned back on his hands, relaxing for a minute. I can't be the only one that that that was sexy af, man is in the perfect position for the best head of his life. Sooo maybe reader should provide it for him :D Please! m/f/gn any of it is fine by me. Something to add to your drabble list perhaps?

GOD! I got so into this request! I've been craving him ever since- thank you for the request! I'll take them all!

Manchester - NSFW Drabble

PAIRING - Sleep Token Vessel x GN! Reader Masterlist - Drabble On Ao3!

Vessel was a cocky man at times, he knew his body was attractive to you and the fans. He noticed after Manchester how utterly obsessed you became with him when he sat down. At first, it didn’t seem to click with him to what exactly you were thinking. Not until you let out a breathy moan at the sight of him still fully dressed in stage clothes, leaning back against the couch, legs spread just slightly. 

“You like this?” He smirked, purposely spreading his legs wide enough for your body to fit. “I’ve seen the fans drool, but you?”

His words flustered you red, eyes wide as you stuttered to produce a cohesive thought. After all, he has caught you mid-fantasy, your tongue lapping at his thick cock, playing with the piercing you had heard him talk about. 

“Tour has been long, okay?” You shot defensively, the small embarrassment leaving you feeling vulnerable. 

With a small tilt to the head, Vessel did his best to show the “really now” expression on his face. He pursed his lips, the line from his water bottle removing the paint catching your eye. You shudder, remembering how not that long ago he spit on the crowd. Why couldn’t you be there instead of stuck behind the scenes? 

Vessel looked around the green room, thankful they had taken a moment to relax before leaving the venue. He nodded to the door with a soft sigh, “Lock the door.”

Your brows knitted together in confusion as you got up to lock the door. The smooth click did little to help you understand what Vessel wanted as you turned back to him. However, the shock of watching the large man palm himself made you shudder. Your breathing hitched as you made eye contact with Vessel behind the mask, his flirty smirk gagging you on.

“Any of the other techs gonna need you anytime soon?” Vessel asked while pressing his palm against his cock, the loose fabric of his pants giving away how hard he already was. 

You shook your head and swallowed back the copious amount of drool forming in your mouth. Slowly, you crossed the room to kneel between those spread legs. God, he looked so perfect. “Thanks, I just work out a lot.” Vessel laughed sensually as he pushed his pants down, pulling out his prick. You froze, looking up at the man from your position. “I said that out loud- Fuck…” Vessel chuckled softly at your dismay, finding amusement with how desperate you sounded. “Yeah, you did…”

You huffed at his comment before shifting closer to rest your forearms against his thighs. Vessel tensed before relaxing as you replaced his hand with yours, testing the weight. You looked up at him to confirm his consent, to confirm that you were being allowed to suck your boss off. 

The Prince Albert piercing called your name, every fantasy seeming to come true as the light reflected off the silver. You leaned forward, eyes heavy with lust as you stick your tongue out, pressing it flat against the head of Vessel’s cock. He exhaled roughly, watching closely as your wet tongue lapped at his tip. 

He reached down, cupping the back of your neck as you gently moaned at his taste. The salt from his sweat made you crave him more, made you want to lick his whole cock clean. “Gods… You’ve been wanting to do this for a while haven’t you?”

You hummed a yes before closing your eyes, sucking the tip of his cock in your mouth. Vessel hissed, thighs tensing at the suction. It seemed to have been a while for the both of you…

“Don’t tease- I don’t think we have ti- Ah!” Vessel warned as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with every downward movement. His hips twitched, begging to fuck into your pretty throat. But he kept still, digging his nails into your skin as he tossed his head back. 

His hood fell off as he did, revealing his messy hair as you opened your eyes. You rubbed your thighs together, swallowing around his cock the best you could. You’d body relaxed as you took him deeper and deeper till your eyes pricked with tears and your nose brushed against his pubes. 

Vessel groaned loudly, his breathing coming out in rough pants as you traced your tongue along the underside of his cock as you pulled up to just the tip. Cock now covered in your spit, you jerked him off, suckling on the angry red tip. “Fu- You’re such a cock whore baby…!” 

He squirmed and pressed you down, forcing you to gag slightly at the unexpected intrusion. Your throat clicked as Vessel fisted your hair, using it to guide you up and down on his dick. It drooled heavily down your throat, adding to the mess of spit and tears around your lips.

“Oh god, I should have used your mouth sooner…” Vessel moaned out, voice pinched as he starved off his orgasm, “Best fucking mouth I’ve ever used…”

His words lit you ablaze with pride, happy you are able to satisfy the singer. You moaned around his cock, going slightly lax from the lack of air. Thankfully Vessel noticed, gently pulling you off his cock to allow you to breathe. 

You shook your head, gasping for air before batting his hands away. “Need your cum~”

Vessel opened his mouth, preparing to taunt you. Instead, he gasped out, whining as you took him down your throat in one go. Your hands gripped his thighs as you swallowed him down, nearly gagging as the piercing rubbed your throat. 

You couldn’t help but pull off halfway, shooting Vessel a pathetic look. He gritted his teeth, bracing his feet on the floor, and bucked into your awaiting mouth. His moans became music to your ears as the wet slide of his prick turned you on. Your jaw ached from being held open for so long, but you persisted with the desperate need for his cum. 

Feeling the way his pubes brushed against your nose, the way his abdomen clenched, and how desperate he sounded, you weren’t shocked when he pushed so deep in your throat your eyes screwed shut. Your face was wet as you forced yourself to swallow down the thick load of cum being poured into your throat. Vessel’s filthy moans and words encouraged you not to let anything spill. 

“Fuck take it all- take all my fucking cum and let me fill you full of it. You wanted it, needed it so badly!” His words made you whimper, eager to take your fill. 

As he pulled you off, you whimpered loudly and chased after his cock. Your lips were red and spit-slick, eyes teary as you whined for him. “Can I have more..?”

“If you find me after the next show.”