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i heavily headcannon that vessel can help you stay asleep and give you very vibrant dreams but it drains his energy very easily so he only does it once in a while so you won’t notice

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⎯ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪ.

wc: {454} tw: heavy kissing, clothed grinding, soft dominance, body worship, emotional vulnerability, references to religion.

the first sound is her breath—ragged, caught between her ribs, trembling where his mouth just was.

the air is thick with incense, heavy with something that feels more like offering than affection. her back hits the dressing room wall, the coolness of it shocking against the heat surging under her skin. his hand follows a second later—flat against the plaster beside her head, a silent command, a cage made from shadow.

and then his mouth crashes into hers again.

hot, bruising, hungry.

she moans—soft and surprised—one of his hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, fingers dragging up her spine like he’s mapping out something sacred. the black paint that covers his skin leaves streaks across her body, across her clothes, like he’s claiming her in silence.

her hands fist in the edges of his open cloak, yanking him closer. the fabric smells like stage smoke. it parts easily, fluttering around them as he presses his hips into hers. there's heat, pressure, something desperate and aching between them—and he groans into her mouth, the sound low and sinful.

“you don’t know what you do to me,” vessel murmurs, his lips barely brushing hers. his voice is a rasp, his accent softened and reverent, like he’s whispering prayer. “you walk in and breathe—and i forget every word i’ve ever sung.”

her heart stutters. her fingers climb his chest, feeling the muscles twitch under the paint. he’s all contrast—cold mask, hot mouth, tender touch, brutal kiss. there’s something dangerous about the way he’s holding back. as if this, just this, is all he’ll allow.

her mouth finds the corner of his jaw—just below the edge of the mask. she kisses the exposed skin there, slow and aching. worshipful.

he shudders.

“let me see you,” she whispers—not asking for the mask. never the mask. just him.

and he gives it. just a sliver.

vessel tilts his head, brushing his lips against her temple, his voice close enough to crawl under her skin. “you already are.”

his hand ghosts along her throat—not gripping, just resting there, feeling the tremble of her breath. his thumb strokes the hollow of it, as if feeling for a heartbeat. or counting each second of restraint.

she tilts her chin up, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “then touch me like you mean it.”

he laughs, quiet and rough. “no.” his mouth hovers over hers again. “i’ll touch you like i need it.”

and when he kisses her again, slower now—deeper—it’s a kind of worship that makes her knees go weak. his fingers find her waist and drag her flush against him, and there’s nothing gentle in the way he grinds against her. but his kiss?

his kiss is a confession.

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Baby idk if you still take requests but I'll really appreciate you writing fem Reader in sundress and Vessel fucking her in it. And a LOT of worshipping and praises, aslo a little breeding kink yk ...

(Sorry if i had any grammar issues, English isn't my first language! And you're my favorite blog. I love u sm and take care 🎀

Picnic ✶ Vessel x Fem! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fingering (f receiving), public sex (technically), breeding kink

EEK I LOVE THIS thank you anon!!! Also never apologize for grammar, you did great 🩷

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“I should’ve never let you leave the house like that.”

It’s about the fifth time he’s said since you stepped out the door. Once as you were leaving, twice in the car, third as the two of you unloaded the car, fourth as he walks behind you towards your destination, and fifth, now as your sat on the blanket. You just shake your head and hand him the container of fruit, “No matter how many times you say that, it’s doesn’t change anything.” You laugh. He grumbles, whispering something under his breath you don’t quite catch.

You had somewhat anticipated this kind of behavior the second you put the dress on. The soft, flowing fabric hugs everywhere it needs to, accentuating all your curves, cups your tits perfectly. The slit up the thigh was a bit of a surprise-you must’ve forgot about that detail when ordering, but you couldn’t deny that you looked and felt good in the dress.

Vessel is waiting for you in the room, something he always did when you got ready. Always excited to see your outfit, how you decided to do your hair that day, if you changed anything about your makeup. “This is new..shit.” He’s sat on the bed, his hands gripping your waist, turning you side to side, around in a circle. You laugh softly, noticing how quickly his eyes move over you, how long they pause on certain areas. “You can’t leave the house like this..not unless you wanna get fucked out in public.” He says the last part quietly, hands massaging over your ass. You scoff and push his shoulder playfully, stepping away from his wandering hands. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say,” he gets up to follow you out of the room, “I’m wearing it. It’s cute, no?” “It’s…something.” He could have passed as a lost puppy, following you around the house, stuck to you, pouting when you don’t give him the attention he’s desperately asking for.

The dress was apparently “something” that turned him into a needy mess. Has him huffing and grumbling at you as he arranges the spread of food you brought.

The weather was perfect. Sunny with a warm breeze. Grass a luscious green, wildflowers blooming, birds chirping, a few clouds dotting the sky. It’s surprisingly quiet out, with only a few people littering the park, far from the secluded corner you’re set up in. Fresh fruit and veggies, bite sized sandwiches, fresh baked pastries and homemade lemonade get picked over by the two of you. Steady and casual conversation flow between you and Vessel, who’s seemed to calm down a bit. He still ogles you every chance he gets but keeps his hands to himself.

It’s nice to just sit with him. You welcome the lulls in conversation, basking in the sunshine, listening to the ruffling leaves in the wind, the calm sounds of nature. It’s during one of the quiet moments that you hear a camera shutter. You open an eye to peak at Vessel, who’s lowering his phone. He smiles at the screen, turning the phone towards you, “You look so pretty, my love.” The photo he’s taken shows you sat, head turned up the sky looking perfectly content. Your hair’s blowing in the breeze, your skin shining in the sun. You smile shyly, shifting to sit on your knees. “Thank you.” He meets your forward lean, pecking your lips. “C’mere.” He cocks his head to side, outstretching his legs for you to sit in between. His arms wrap around you when you get situated and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, humming at the smell of his favorite fragrance, the one you only wear every so often. He’s quiet for a short while, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on your rib cage. You could almost fall asleep on him until he’s back to wanting your attention.

“Can’t believe you dragged me all the way out here for a picnic. When all I can think about is splaying you out on this blanket and pumping you full.” He punctuates his sentence with a kiss on your neck, moving his hands to unabashedly grope your chest. You let out a surprised gasp, swatting at his hand, “Vess-there’s people around.” He scoffs, “Wrong. Trust me, I’ve been watching. Was waiting for those people to leave.” His calloused fingers slip into the cups of your dress to tweak your nipples. His other hand busies itself on your leg, toying with the slit of your dress before finding its way in between your thighs. “Just let me make you feel good, please,” he runs his nose up the side of your neck, his mouth stopping right next to your ear, “wanna see you all wreaked and blissed out in this pretty little outfit of yours.” He roughly cups a hand over your pussy and it has you clenching your thighs around his hand. “Are you..sure? What if-.” His hand abandons your chest to grip your chin, tilting your head up and back to look at him. “Shhh,” he kisses you, “just spread your legs for me, lemme feel that perfect pussy.” His mouth is back on yours, swallowing your groan when he slips his fingers into your panties.

He grunts at your wetness on his fingers and pulls you tighter to his chest with an arm around your middle. His rough hands feel delicious on your aching skin, fingers massaging circles over clit for a short while before he eases two inside. “Shit, love, can’t wait to get my cock in you,” he speaks against your lips, “always so warm and wet for me, aren’t you?” You mewl and shyly nod, arching your back against him. “Can’t..can’t believe I’m letting you do this right now..” you moan when he curls his fingers. He laughs lightly, “You love it.”

He continues his pleasant torture of circling your clit, then plunging two fingers in until your clawing at his thighs, quietly gasping for release. He gets you there and keeps you buzzing. Slowing his pace but never stopping until you’re desperately trying to shift away from him. He gives you little to no time after, manhandling you to lay on your side, slotting himself behind you. You hear the clink of his belt being undone by impatient hands. Vessel breathes quickly, wrapping a big hand around your thigh, holding your legs open. You squirm when he runs the length of cock over your pussy, coating it in your slick. He doesn’t try to hide how much he loves the noises you make, bumping your sensitive clit with the head of his cock repeatedly just to hear you whine. “Vess..please,” you try to wiggle your hips back, “just fuck me already.”

That makes him snap and do just that. His cock slips in easily and he sighs over you when his hips are flush against your ass. He stays there for a minute, grinding against you. You turn your head back to watch him. His eyes are shut and his brows are furrowed, a thin sheet of sweat on his forehead. His eyes open to look down at you and he lets go of your leg, opting to cradle your cheek. His eyes scan your face as he pulls his hips back slowly, easing back in when just the head of his cock remains inside you. He smirks when your eyes screw shut, “Y’feel so good wrapped around my cock, darling,” he groans and quickens his thrusts, “always feel s’good.” He leans down to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth. You feel his hand move to your lower stomach and press down. Your breath hitches each time he bottoms out, the pressure of his hand makes you pull away from him to gasp. “Good girl. I know..” he kisses your temple, “gonna cum soon, can I cum inside?” He whines, just the thought alone makes him greedy, has him digging the tips of his fingers into your skin. You’re not surprised how quickly he’s hit the brink, he has been hard for the past hour. “Hm, please-wanna fill you full..keep thinking about you-in this dress, tummy full of our baby…fuck.” His forehead rests against your temple and he’s whining in your ear, sloppily bullying his cock inside you. “Such a pretty mommy.” He can barely get the words out before he’s grunting and spilling his cum in you. He’s wrapped around you, grinding against your ass like he’d never get to fuck you again. He stays inside, fucking his cum up in you as far as he can, despite your overworked whimpers.

Eventually he lets up, pulling out of you slowly. “I’m sorry,” Vessel seems somewhat bashful now, “Something about this stupid dress.” He blushes.

You laugh, “Well, I kinda wore it for a reason..” you smile slyly. He shakes his head with a smile on his face, “I’m so glad you enjoyed watching me suffer.” He jokes and playfully rolls his eyes.

The two of you help the other straighten up, smoothing down the other’s hair, picking grass off your clothes. You finish packing up the last of your belongings, standing to shake off the blanket, “Well, let’s go home and we can try again.” You’re somewhat serious but you swear you’ve never seen him move faster. He grabs your hand, drags you back to car, clearly ready to get you home, where he can do whatever he pleases-this time, away from any potential prying eyes.

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I’ve had this request in my inbox for a HOT minute, but I thought about all the time just so you know anon.

K. Bye bye.

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testing testing

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sorry for being inactive yall i am BARELY hanging onto life rn

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thinking of vessel’s big hand wrapped around my throat choking me til i nearly pass out then to stop and do it again

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slasher iii who selects a special knife for each of his victims, never using the same blade twice. he's got some stalkerish tendencies, watching for a couple weeks so he can make the right decision.

everything has to go perfectly, after all.

he keeps them all in a special box, tucked away in his linen closet. he doesn't bother to wipe the blood off, they're all exactly the way they were supposed to be.

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"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

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hi eep!!!

i adored your subby ves headcannons and would like to ask for a subby ves fic!

maybe he was flirting with girls in the crowd and reader decides to punish him by edging him or something🫣, whatever you come up with will be amazing i’m sure

thx for reading eep ❤️

Jealous, are we? ✶ Vessel x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, handjob (m receiving), edging, masturbation

ANONNNN I love you!! I’m eating this up with a fork and knife 👌 thank you for your request!! 🤍 also this is kinda long. I just had a lot of thoughts.

!!mdi!!

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You were no stranger to standing side stage watching Vessel and and the rest of the group perform. Rocking on your heels and quietly singing the lyrics to yourself, a proud smile on your face every time Vessel sounded particularly good.

Although tonight, you couldn’t push down the ever creeping jealousy that filled your chest. The group of girls front and center seemed to be getting all of Vessel’s attention. He’d been pointing to them, reaching his hands out, even gave them a cheeky smile when one of them yelled out to him. You knew he was only acting this way to elicit a reaction. He had told you countless times how amusing it was to get such visceral reactions from simply standing on the stage. To say he knew the power he had was an understatement.

Yes, you had Vessel wrapped around your finger and absolutely got every ounce of his attention whether you wanted it or not, but that looming pang of envy still hung in the back of your mind. You could excuse it as pent up frustration from traveling, not getting much along time with him or you could just accept the fact that your attention was being handed out to someone else, and you did not like it.

When the last note rang out, ii, iii, and iv having already exited, you watch Vessel bow and clasp his hands out to the crowd. The small group you had been watching the whole night had tears streaming down their faces, all reaching out as if they were having some sort of spiritual release. His final move was the last thing you expected, made your ears ring with pure loathing for the girls in the crowd. Vessel’s black paint was nearly washed away with sweat, but there was just the right amount for him to draw a sloppy heart over his stomach with the tip of his finger. You’d think he just did the impossible with the way the pit cheered as he pointed out at them, staying still on the front row for a second too long.

You felt bad. It wasn’t the crowds fault. You’d act the same way if you were in their position. They didn’t even know you existed, let alone that you were in a relationship with Vessel.

You try to laugh at his little antics but your jaw clenches hard as Vessel strides off stage to you. You give him the biggest smile you can muster and reach out to pull him into a hug. He practically wraps his whole self around you, squeezing tight. Your shirt sticks to his chest and you can already feel the moisture from him seeping through. “What a great crowd!” He says excitedly, pulling away from you with a goofy smile on his face.

“I know, you did great, baby!” You want to add a snide comment at the end but hold your tongue instead. Of course he compliments the crowd.

You barely register what’s happening when he drags you back in for a messy but clearly excited kiss. His hands hold the sides of your face and the same wide smile returns when he pulls away from you. “C’mon, we have to celebrate with everyone.”

You didn’t want to celebrate. You wanted to drag Vessel away and have him all to yourself.

You oblige and have some drinks with the rest of the crew. The energy from everyone is high and makes your skin buzz but you’re just waiting for Vessel to walk up to you with a yawn and extra grabby hands, begging you to leave with him.

Luckily it doesn’t take long before you’re pushing open the door to your hotel room, Vessel wrapped around you from behind you, tired groans coming from him every so often. He only lets go of you to step into the shower you start for him, nestling back into position once you join him. Now that he’s being all sweet and needy you almost feel guilty for the hell you’re about to put him through.

You’re not surprised when you feel him slowly start to grind against your ass. He always got this way when he was tired and relaxed. His head is still buried into the side of your neck, his long arms wrapped around your middle. You let him move against you for a while, long enough that you start to hear quiet hums and feel small puffs of air on your skin. Eventually you’re able to pry him off your back, spinning around to grab your bottle of body wash. He pouts at you, hands grabbing at your sides in an effort to bring you back to him, but you stand your ground, scrubbing the soap over yourself as if he wasn’t even there.

After enough huffs from Vessel you give in to helping him clean up. Since he clearly could only stand there and pout grumpily at you. “What’s wrong, love? You’ve felt off since the show was over.” His voice is quiet as you scrub over his chest and shoulders. You just shrug, haven’t yet decided on if you should bring up your somewhat selfish thoughts. You peek up at him through your lashes, finding that oh so familiar all knowing smirk plastered across his face. He could always tell when something was up, even if you were a thousand miles away. He wouldn’t push you for answers though. He never did, always letting you initiate conversations about your thoughts and feelings.

“I just noticed how enamored you were with some of the attendees tonight, that’s all.” Your sudsy hands move to his stomach.

Vessel chuckles above you and steps closer towards you. “Oh, I see. I think I know what’s going on.” He tries again to press up against you but you keep your hands on his hips, your eyes study the never ending black streaks running to the drain. “Jealous, are we?” That same smirk evident through his words.

You lightly shrug again and fully look up to him. “I have a right to be. You’d be fuming if you were in my position.” Your fingers dip down and brush against his half hard cock. His hips jut forward just a little. “It wasn’t very kind of you to act that way towards someone else.” You wrap your hand around him fully, your soapy fist making it easy to twist your wrist as you move your hand up and down. Vessel makes no sound but his jaw clenches tight as he looks down at you. “But, I only do that stuff because of the reaction, you know that.” There’s a slight whine behind his words and his fingers flex against your hips. “Still doesn’t make it any easier to watch.” Your voice quiet.

You slow the movement of your hand down to an agonizing pace, giving Vessel full opportunity to fuck up into your fist. You finally allow him to drag you flush against him, his mouth coming down to pepper kisses on your neck and cheek. “I’m sorry. I should’ve thought about how that’d make you feel.” An open mouth kiss is pressed against your jaw and he groans against your skin, thrusting into your fist faster. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” His hands hold your hips in a vice grip and his mouth moves up to press against your own. He tries desperately to push his tongue past your lips but you wouldn’t let yourself just give in to him. Not after the antics he pulled tonight. He eventually gives up with a frustrated groan before slotting his head against your neck again. You reach a hand up to thread through his hair and help him out slightly by bringing your thumb forward to rub against the head of his cock every time he snaps his hips forward.

It’s not long before his whines get high pitched and breathy against your neck. You let him continue his movements and even squeeze your fist around him before you pull away from him completely. He bucks forward into nothing now and quickly picks his head up to look at you with a whine. “I think I’m done with my shower.” You reach around him to let the water wash away any remaining soap on your hand before spinning around to slip through the shower curtain before Vessel can even register what’s happening. “But…” His voice trails off and you have to stifle a laugh as you wrap a towel around yourself. “Can you please hurry in there, my love, I’m kinda tired.” When you don’t receive an answer you pop your head around the curtain to find Vessel standing there looking like a lost puppy. His chest is heaving slightly and his cock looks painfully hard hanging in the air. “You better not try anything while you’re in here alone.” You give him a knowing nod. “Go lay in bed when you’re done and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He quickly nods before you close the curtain and move to the bathroom sink.

It’s not even five minutes that he’s in there before the water shuts off and his arm pokes out to fetch a towel. You try not to look at him through the mirror but the way he super speed dries off and practically jogs out the bathroom door has you watching in amusement. “No touching, remember!” You call out.

You knew he wouldn’t. He was always such a good listener.

After taking your sweet time on your night routine, you step out into the adjoining bedroom and find Vessel patiently waiting on the bed. Not even fully dry, hands twitching at his sides, cock standing oh so pretty as he looks at you with pure desperation.

His hands are on you the second you straddle his thighs, raking over your thighs and hips as he holds you tight against himself. “I don’t think you should be able to touch me either. What do think?” He blinks up at you and reluctantly pulls his hands away, tucking them behind his head. “No. Not after what I did.” It’s said just above a whisper. “Good boy, baby. I only have to tell you once, don’t I?” His eyes are wide as he eagerly nods up at you, a low whine slipping past his parted lips. You press your palms flat against his chest and lean down to press a kiss to his mouth. His neediness makes you mewl into his mouth, his head lifting off the pillow to better reach you.

A hand reaches down to shift Vessel’s cock forward so it’s lying against his stomach before you scoot your hips up. He pulls away from your mouth with a breathy moan, clearly grateful to have some sort of contact again after your stunt in the shower. Your hips roll forward and back slowly over his cock, a small bead of his arousal smearing on his stomach. It’s hard not to just give in, reposition and sink down on it but you know that’s all Vessels thinking about right now, and you’re not done with your little game yet.

“M’gonna cum all over myself if you don’t stop, love.” Oh, well how sweet of him to just tell you when he’s close. Makes your job a lot easier. “Oh yeah? We can’t have that happening.” You shift off his cock completely, moving back to your original spot on his thighs. His brows furrow as yet another climax is denied, an almost pathetic whine falls from his mouth as his hips buck up into nothing.

You reach one hand back to rest on Vessel’s knee, your other trails across your throat and chest, stopping to pull at your nipples before crawling between your legs. Your evident arousal under your fingertips makes you moan out, needy to finally give some attention to the ache that had been building. His eyes stay focused on your hand that’s moving quickly between your thighs, snapping up to your face every time you make a sound. His facial expression is blank but you can tell how badly he wants to reach out for you by the way the muscles in his arms flex with how tight he’s gripping the pillow under his head. “This isn’t very fair.” He whimpers out while squirming under you. Your teeth close over your bottom lip as you chase the release that crept closer. “Jealous, are we?” You breathe out with a laugh. His jaw clenches at your words and his eyes bore into yours. You bounce and circle your hips, imagining it was Vessel’s cock working in between your thighs instead of your own hand. Your head rolls back on your shoulders and you lean back heavily on your hand. Vessel’s desperate and needy whines help push you over the edge and your hips still, mouth hung open while you keep up your movements, working yourself through your climax. A long string of moans pouring out. You shudder when it becomes too much and open your heavy lidded eyes.

Vessel’s chest heaves, eyes hungrily raking over your body. You hold out your arousal coated fingers, bringing them up to his mouth, which he gladly opens for you. There’s a deep, grumbling groan from him when he tastes you, closing his eyes as he greedily cleans your fingers. “Fuck, c’mere…please, baby.” You’re surprised he hasn’t reached out to grab you but you give in and scoot up to press your mouth to his. It’s feverish, teeth clashing together, his tongue darting in to lick against your own before roughly closing over your bottom lip. You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you dizzy. Your hand slips between the two of you to wrap around his cock. It earns you another bite on the lip and a rough bucking of his hips. You swirl your thumb in circles over the tip, collecting the precum that has gathered there before dragging your hand down to the base. You circle your fingers in a squeeze and use your other hand to pump him quickly.

His mouth hangs open against your own, short gasps of air combined with breathy moans are muffled as they flood into your mouth. You move to kiss and nip along his jaw before spending time sucking a pretty mark onto the side of his neck. “My sweet boy gonna cum?” You hover close to his face so you can watch him. It takes him a second to nod and he opens his eyes slightly. “Please…please. Been so good…won’t flirt anymore…wanna cum s’bad.” He sounds drunk and it makes you pump your fist harder. “Don’t pull away, please, baby.” He whines out and his bucking hips falter a bit. “Shh…I won’t, love.” You kiss his cheek before burying your head in his neck. He lets out a grunt before he goes silent, his hips still and you feel the warm ropes coat your hand, fingers and arm. A trapped moan breaks out as he spasms under you.

Vessel hums out a low note and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug as he tries to catch his breath. The two of you lie there for a short while, caught in a lazy but tender kiss. You’re not surprised when you untangle yourself to find Vessel struggling to keep his eyes open. You smooth a hand over his hair before leaving to wash your hands and fetch a washcloth from the bathroom. You clean up yourself as well as the mess on Vessel’s stomach before gently coaxing him under the covers. He wraps around you when you join him, humming against the back of your head while his fingers absentmindedly trace over your palms.

“I was serious about not flirting anymore. I’m sorry, again.”

You just hum out and curl against him more. You knew he’d keep his word.

“But not the guys. I’ll always flirt with the guys.” He lets out a groggy chuckle.

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GUYSSS THIS MAN

Thank you again anon for the request, it was very fun to think about HA

K. Bye bye.

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vessel goes slow with your body.

he makes sure his lips and hands touch every inch, every dip and curve, slowly over your collarbones, down to your belly, the soft flesh of your thighs.

ghosting over your pussy with gentle touches just to see you squirm, to feel you tremble under his grip.

takes his time eating you out, savoring your taste and wont stop til his face is soaked in your cum.

fucks you slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of his cock, gripping your hips tightly to leave his mark on you.

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I feel like iii definitely loves eating pussy but him receiving head oh god it’d be up there as one of his favourites for sure. And fuck- feeling him tap his cock against your cheek and tongue sliding it up and down as you’re rested on your knees his eyes heavy looking down at you as you make it all nice and wet and sloppy licking and sucking his tip and taking him all the way down your throat his hands raking through your hair and holding it back so he can watch you as you swallow around him gagging on his big cock. The sounds he would make would be erotic as fuck.

Anyway 🙂‍↔️

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I’m sorry but the need to get absolutely railed by III is so overwhelming right now, I’m going to lose my mind. Like, sweetheart arch my back, pull my arms behind me, squeeze bruises into my wrists, and take what you want. What I wouldn’t give to feel his hair brush against the side of my face as he moans the filthiest, most delicious things into my ear.

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vessel can’t help it. you look so pretty.

your hair sprawled out on the pillow, lips slightly parted as you lie on your back. vessel can see that you’re having good dreams. your arm is draped lightly over your stomach, and the other by your head. you’re wearing a white tank top and cute baby pink panties (one of vessel’s favorites).

you were all his. you look so beautiful and helpless, vessel can’t stop his growing erection as he stares down at you.

“such a pretty thing, hmm? always mine no matter what.” he mutters to himself, palming at his bulge over his sweatpants.

he loves everything about you. he places his big hand over your soft thigh and groans when it fills up his palm. pulling his dick out of his sweatpants, he gently moves his hand to play with your nipples over your shirt, watching them harden under his touch.

vessel’s rock hard. its no secret how much it turns him on seeing you so helpless, so when you had agreed you were comfortable with him playing with you while you sleep, he was ecstatic.

he’s roughly jacking himself off, watching how you move and react to his little touches even when you’re asleep. you belong to him in every way,

he drags his fingers down your stomach to your pussy, lightly teasing your clit above your panties, and relishing in the way your body slightly jolts and the soft whimpers that occasionally fall from your lips.

“so fuckin perfect and all mine.” he growls, cupping your cunt and feeling your heat. he’s not gonna last long. everything about you is so perfect, you were made for him.

he’s beginning to amp up his touches, he can’t control himself and he’s so close. when he dips his fingers into your panties, grazing your hole with his long fingers and feels how wet you are, that does it for him. he cums in long ropes all over your stomach, and due to vessel’s ability to keep you asleep, you are still passed out. he takes in the sight of you covered in his cum before he cleans it off you.

“so good for me, even when you’re in dreamland, hmm?” he tucks your hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead before climbing back into bed with you and wrapping you tightly in his embrace.

“i’m not done with you, baby. you’re in for it when you wake up.”

[funera1pyre]

hello there. just sending a message to say that I'm so sorry to hear you're going through a tough time right now. I hope that whatever's got you down and hurting is better soon and that you can feel better soon as well 💖 sending you love and support

thank you so so much. it really means a lot❤️

[funera1pyre]

damn i really just want iv to take care of me rn

[funera1pyre]

teasing him n holding onto his chain to pull him closer to kiss you 😵‍💫

No but like the way I would do anything to grind on iii’s lap with his big hands holding me down on him feeling him grow harder and harder beneath me and the pretty low groans he would make and I - 😩

[funera1pyre]

thinking about riding vessel’s abs i mean who said that