#sleep token x gender-neutral reader

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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.  

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[an1mu5]

vessel's pre-venue jitters [nsfw - gn!reader]

-had to pause writing my lewis fic cause i listen to sleep token while i write and had a wicked idea pop into my head. now i can't stop thinking about vessel having mad anxiety before a show and the reader, who's also in the band, helping him calm down-

(i did not plan this out, i wrote it all on the spot, i just needed to get this out of my brain - i'm still prioritising my lewis fic)

word count: 886

cw: nsfw, swearing, sub!vessel, dom!reader, oral sex (m!recieving), reader's anatomy is not mentioned, no use of y/n, first fic posted! - author doesn't know what else to put here????

god i want him to mount me like thatfjsgtrwdsgvfyuiuh

you were a part of the band and served as a second guitarist next to iv, and you were always quite close to vessel - in ways that the others would always tease you about. although, you kept assuring them that there was nothing between you both, even when you used little petnames with each other.

you were searching for vessel right before a show to seek validation for a quirky idea you had about a little something you could do on stage. you never made rash decisions on the spot for fear you'd mess up the performance, very unlike the others.

you find vessel, still in one of the dressing rooms behind stage rather than getting ready to go out and perform.

you then notice that he's facing away from and has got his head against the wall, muttering small things to himself, and shaking slightly.

you approach to ask him what's wrong, to which he jumps a little, clearly not expecting you of all people to find him here.

"just... gimme a minute... get out there, i'll follow later..."

you're not having it. you make him sit down and notice the light sheen of sweat on his neck, which is already testing the integrity of the black body paint coating his skin. and he hasn't even done all his little dancey dances yet!

you ask him again what's up with him, kneeling down in front of him to appear less intimidating. he simply sighs. his shaky hands reach for yours, searching for that anchor to ground himself.

"just a bit nervous, love..." he mumbled as his hands interlocked with yours. "dunno why..."

you do your best to comfort him but none of your words seem to work, he always has a negative thought step in and frustratingly deflect your consolation with it's iron shield of self-deprecation.

as the time ticks quickly and you've now likely just less than 10 minutes before you have to go out on stage, and you definitely can't let him go out there like this. you need to release his tension somehow.

it's in this moment when you abandon your value of not making rash, on-the-spot decisions.

you slip your hands out from his, roll your mask up just above your nose, and begin make quick work of his belt, which ultimately made him panic a bit more.

"shit- w-what are you doing?!" he tried to stop you, but you simply swatted his hands away and began to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

you shushed him, telling him to just lay back and focus on the sensations. you assured him that you'd ease his nerves.

was it his fault that he trusted you?

he definitely goes commando under the costume, fucking fight me, i will die on this hill. he's also like 7-8 inches, yet you still believe you can take him all when you watch the length of it roll out like a red carpet.

you feasted on both his fat cock and the little moans you illicit out of him with stripe you lick up his long shaft, enticed as you witness him go from soft to rock hard after mere moments of you touching him.

your hand rested on his thigh while your other was tenderly fondling his balls as you suckled on his swollen, leaky tip. it was a struggle for him to keep quiet, who knows who could be lurking outside the unlocked door of the dressing room.

he could probably pass it off as him practicing his vocals should anyone have heard him.

his hand came up to nest on top of your head, gripping at the fabric of your mask as you slowly begin to take an inch of him into your mouth.

he struggles not to buck up and fuck the ever-living shit out of your throat.

you make quick work of him, taking as much of him in as you can, wasting no time in sucking him off. he softly whimpers out your name.

he finishes quickly with a loud stifled moan, you made it hard for him not to when you're bobbing up and down on his length like that, your tongue flattened, and your cheeks hollowed to optimise his pleasure.

he shoots his fat load deep down your throat, you swallow it all gratefully. your mouth pops off his cock, which is beginning to soften as he pants. he's certainly a lot calmer now.

however, he doesn't know if he could look at you the same while performing without getting hard again.

you may have eased his nerves but what have you done to his mind?

he tucks himself back into his pants, you pull your mask back down over the bottom half of your face, and you both leave the dressing room without uttering any words to each other.

vessel has a bit of a haze clouding his head while you regroup with the rest of the band, who are definitely smirking at you both for being gone until last second.

"you two snogging back there, or what?" iii teased you, making ii and iv giggle.

vessel was a little embarrassed, but he ignored it, finding comfort in the fact that they didn't exactly what it was that you two were doing.

you simply told them to get fucked as you all began to flood onto stage.

hey, hoped you enjoyed this! i haven't read it over, i wrote it all on the spot and am now posting it. please let me know if you have any icks or recommendations on how to make this better!

thank you for reading!

-leo :3

[x-reader-theater]

In Your Sleep, In Your Dreams {1}

summary: You find solace in another being when you dream.

pairing: Vessel x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1491

warnings: None.

a/n: requests are now open. please see my rules here for more information. this will be a series but if you really want you can read this as a standalone.

In Your Sleep, In Your Dreams series: {Chapter 1}, (You can also use the tag #in your sleep in your dreams series as well if you don't want to use links)

Chapter 1: Meeting. Worship

You look around a darkened space. It’s not black, like the absence of light, but a deep grey, like the moon is illuminating the area. But, when you look up, the sky is the same deep grey as everything else. It’s a little dizzying. You feel yourself being pulled towards something, like there’s a string in your chest, and a puppet master is pulling you toward them. When you look down, you see nothing.

You let your chest guide you, your feet stumbling after it. You feel floaty, like if you jumped you could fly, however, at the same time, you don’t think you could jump if you tried. You’re unsure how long you walk, no aches or pains as you walk to note how far you’ve got, no panting, you barely feel yourself breathing, but if you concentrate enough, you can feel your heart beating in your chest and through your veins, like you’re even more aware of it now than you normally are.

Eventually, you see something. It’s a stage, surrounded by impossibly tall curtains. The stage itself is empty, save for a figure. It’s hard to make out the figure at first, looking more like a black blob of a human, but the close you get, the more details you can make out. The first thing you notice is the smoke like skin, dark grey like the world around but with texture, not quite patterned, but not uniform. It’s definitely a masculine person, his chest bare underneath an open hooded, knee-length sweater of some sort that seems thin, like it’s meant for looks and not for warmth. The pants he wears are loose fitting and made from that same thing material, and he’s not wearing shoes. The thing that stands out the most, however, is the white mask, with six eyeholes, a red symbol painted on the centre, and red spiral detailing around a cutout for his mouth that almost looks like viscera. You take a couple steps forward and the man leans down over the edge of the stage, his feet half hanging off it. He extends a hand, and you can’t help but reach out and take it.

You shiver as ice immediately lances through you, the man’s skin is incredibly cold and while you want to pull away, it’s like you just got a shot of pure adrenaline and everything is finally coming into focus. The man in front of you looks sharper than he once did, you can feel his soft his skin is, and you don't have to concentrate on your heartbeat any more to feel it pounding away in your chest and through your veins.

“Hello,” the man says, his voice deep and clear and almost hypnotising.

“Hello,” you respond. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a dream,” the man says, crouching down, so his eyes are more level with yours. “Sleep brought you here to me.”

“Oh,” you say, still not fully aware of yourself in this dream. “Why?”

“Because you’re special,” he explains.

“Oh,” you say plainly again. “Who are you?”

“I am a vessel of Sleep, chosen to speak for him, and to worship,” the man, Vessel, explains.

You nod like you understand any of it. In a way, you kind of do. Information about the entity known as Sleep drifts lazily into your mind, as well as information about Vessel, and three other Vessels that are not as loved as this Vessel, but still loved nonetheless.

“Okay,” you say, slightly dazed. “Why am I here?” You ask again.

Vessel laughs. “Because you’re special. Because Sleep wanted you here, for me, and for yourself,” Vessel explains, reaching out with his older hand to grab the one dangling at your side, heavy and tingly. “Sleep knows you’re lonely. Sleep wants to help. Sleep wants to give you a purpose.”

You think about this. About your life. About your job that you hate and coworkers that hate you. You think of your lonely apartment, devoid of life. You can’t even keep a plant alive, how are you expected to keep a pet alive too? You have no one and nothing.

Except now, maybe you do.

“This isn't real,” you say matter-of-factly.

Vessel chuckles. “Does this feel real?” He moves one of his hands from you, which drops back limply to your side, and reaches out, touching your face. You shiver again as the cold flesh brushes against you, but you feel how soft his skin is, especially as he starts to rub his thumb over your cheek. You lean into the touch and shake your head, your lips brushing against his palm over and over.

He moves your head up, tilting it towards him, and he brings the hand he's still holding up to his lips. They’re just as cold as the rest of him, but this time, when you shiver, it's not because of how cold Vessel is. You've got used to that now.

No, you shiver because he touches your face so tenderly, a feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time. He leans into your space, and you lean into his, needing to chase that feeling of being wanted. You feel his lips press against yours, and you melt into the touch. His lips are as soft as the rest of his skin, and that feeling returns. Vessel kisses you, and you feel love and purpose flowing between the two of you, back and forth, longing turning into satisfaction, hope turning into true, unfiltered, love. You don’t know if that love comes from Vessel himself, or if it’s Sleep filtering through Vessel’s lips, but it doesn’t really matter to you. For the first time in a very, very long time, you feel wanted.

Vessel pulls away, and you realise you had closed your eyes without noticing, and you slowly blink them open, You don’t know if you could see Vessel’s eyes beneath the mask before, but now you can see all six, blinking at you in synchronicity.

“Why me?” you breathe into the still air. Well, you think there’s air. Vessel said this is a dream, so it could very well be that there isn’t any air at all.

Vessel’s soft lips quirk into a smile. “Because Sleep knows you need purpose. Sleep knows you are lonely.” Vessel pauses, before leaning in again, his hand still on your cheek, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, “Sleep knows how I am lonely.”

You surge forward, your nose smashing into Vessel’s mask, but you ignore the feeling as you deepen the kiss. You open your mouth and allow Vessel’s tongue to lick and prod, feeling around. When he pulls his tongue back, you extend yours, licking into Vessel’s mouth. You feel your legs give out when you brush your tongue across a sharp fang.

Vessel pulls back and reaches out, grabbing you before you can fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around you and with a strength no man should have, easily lifts you onto the stage, chuckling. Then again, apparently, this is a dream, and anything can happen in dreams.

“Careful,” he admonishes, and you laugh breathlessly along with him as you find your feet underneath you once again.

You throw your arms around Vessel’s neck, his lithely muscled arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body to his. You stand like that for a moment, resting your head in the crook of Vessel’s neck. “I know this is a dream, but it feels so real…” you trail off into Vessel’s neck.

You feel the press of a kiss on the top of your head and Vessel’s arms constrict around your middle, pressing you closer to him. “It’s real if you want it to be.”

You chuckle. “Isn’t everything real if you make yourself think it is?” you ask dismissively.

Vessel chuckles. “I suppose so.”

You pull back, staring into the black voids of Vessel’s eyes and bring a hand up, placing it on his cheek underneath the mask before your eyes slip closed, and you lean in to kiss him again, that heartbeat that you can feel so strongly in your bloodstream quickening, and you sigh into the kiss.

You and Vessel stand like that for a few minutes, kissing, touching, and just generally enjoying each other and the feeling of closeness. You pull away eventually, when you feel breath in your lungs, lungs that are panting from lack of air.

“You’re waking up now,” Vessel explains.

“I don’t want to go,” you beg, breathlessly, finally feeling the breath that is leaving you.

“I know,” Vessel says with a sad smile. “You’ll be back. When you dream again, Sleep will bring you here.”

You lean up, going to kiss Vessel, but when you think you’re going to kiss him, you move past him, his form turns to smoke, and you wake up, the smell of rain and cigarette smoke filtering in through your window.

[iwantmystupidlifeback]

Vessel x reader (touch me)

His dark lips gently moved over my face not like a kiss but the way a cat will rub against your legs. He was feeling you in such an intimate way. Nothing of lust or greed or out of gain in his game. Your body rest across his right arm bend having your head in his forearm his Palm felt your hair and held your bare neck not in a grip but in a way to keep you still. Other hand was moving along your body over your shoulder to your hip. He was like an archeologist. As if he has discovered an ancient item but an item of gold. He worshipped his goddess sleep with nothing but loyalty with an undying love. But as you laid before him. He felt a connection a need. Nothing to gain or lose. He understood his goddess and even tho he could never hold her or see her he valued the women she brought to him. He was loyal but wanted more and to have you here made him so hypnotized,lost, lured into a dangerous dangerous trap. He refused to speak. The way you laid so relax so trusting so beautifully made a faint very very faint smile rest on his lips. From the color of your eyes down to the color of your hair to the length it was if the goddess herself had laid in his arms. He held no power no goal nothing. Just you letting him touch you letting his dark lips hands and body touch you felt like a sin you giving an aura of white then him head to toe in blackness. He could only marvel at you. He desperately wanted to sink into you. A need he never knew until now as everything around him was blurry your face was all his focus. He felt ashamed to even look to your body in amazement. If you were a statue he put you on the same alter as his beloved goddess ask the goddess to use you as a vessel for his own selfish desires. He knew his thoughts were selfish. He knew his mind was pledged with very unclean and dangerous thoughts. A possession comes over him as he leans closer lips kissing your cheek following down to your shoulder. Your soft skin against his lips made him so so greedy. He wanted to kill for you or die for you. He wanted to speak but his tongue was so trapped by you and you laid here silent in his arms not even speaking or looking at him managing to leave him speechless a man with so much to say and sing about left wordless to your presents. He wanted to beg to you. He held you in the flesh and bone and yet he needed to know you were real that you were alive. He brought his hand up speaking lowly “ open your eyes” when you listened he next to wanted to tell you to close them again his chest tightened and he felt overwhelmed by you. You know looking up at him made his mind blank his face under the mask complete in awe of you. Knowing you allowed a man who is far from what you need hold you made him just so possessive but angry you so much better,so so beautiful, so prefect. It made him angry to know you aren’t kept locked away like how people put gold in safes how countries hide their relicts in big building keeping guard to protect what is so precious. How he wished to keep you like this forever. His eyes meet yours. Hid with no color but wanting to absorb your color eyes. He lean closer inches from your face. You could hear him breathe you could read his eyes completely understand him, gently you touch his mask moving to connect lips with him the motion alone almost made him fall. But he returned the kiss., kissing you like as soon as he let go death herself was going to grab him by the robe dragging him away to a darker realm. His hand held the back of your neck possessively as his other cup your cheek. He held his breath just wanted you to never pull back but you do with a gasp and a smile that brought him almost to tears. He never tell a soul if he could keep you. He write in the holy text of your control of your beautiful soul. How he wished you to know his goddess and how he wished his goddess was you.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

“no purity”

❤︎ synopsis — he’s such a tease… always egging you on and irritating you. so now, he’ll just prove his point to you over and over again

pairing: vessel x afab!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: first sleep token fic! this was done per the request of my lovely friend @dead-end-fanfiction , the ask will be linked here. enjoy~

cw: nsfw content. gender neutral pronouns for the reader. thigh riding. lots of teasing from vessel. slight dirty talk. degradation.

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“you’re tense, darling,”

“shut up, i know i am,”

how did they find themself in this situation again?

y/n was currently perched up on vessel’s thigh, staring down at him with a mixture of both irritation and anticipation. their breath was haste, dripping with an unknown sense of desire as they stared down the dark, mysterious man, who only wore a pearly white grin underneath his mask.

they were both in vessel’s office. he was leaned back against his red, velvety chair, the fabric brushing against vessel’s bare thighs. he looked cozy, despite the rather sexual situation he was in with the person who’s thighs were straddling his leg.

vessel just let out a chuckle, amused by the predicament they both found themselves in.

“well?” he started out, his voice feigning innocence underneath his knowing smirk. “you gonna start moving or what?”

they could only scowl at the masked man, not appreciating how smug he was being. “with that attitude, i won’t be moving at all.” y/n hissed out with narrow eyes, but that only seemed to amuse this eccentric deity.

“oh, honey… you’re the one that started this, remember?” vessel reminded, his tone velvety smooth with cockiness laced into his mannerisms. “i can sit here all day, and not do a single thing… just watching you drip your wetness all over my thigh,”

y/n was about to retort back, but they bit their tongue. as much as they wanted deny it, vessel was right; they did start this. but it wasn’t even intentional!

they just wanted to ask vessel a question. one. simple. question. but of course, the dark figure had to pull one of his wild cards, irritating y/n and prompting them to challenge vessel.

and that challenge? well, it was a battle of self control.

stripped completely of their pants, with nothing but their shirt on, vessel followed suit, and the two of them were just staring at each other, lust clearly clouding their eyes. sheet music was scattered all over the floor because of how haste vessel had gotten with putting y/n in this position, but he didn’t care.

especially when he got to tease them like this.

“look at you… so turned on just from sitting on my thigh,” the entity mocked with a provocative tease.

vessel’s voice was slickly sweet, a hint of mischief was in his tone. he was amused; amused at how easy it was to get y/n going. they were soaking wet all over his thigh, so much so that it was shimmering in the dimly lit room.

y/n could only roll their eyes at vessel’s words, their nails digging into his shoulders a little more. “you’re one to talk about being turned on, especially when your little friend over there seems to be having a bit of a problem.”

they nudged their knee in between vessel’s legs, brushing it against his clothed, hardened erection. he let out a rather loud groan from the contact, and vessel just chuckled lustfully.

“little? you wound me, dearie. it’s not little at all.” vessel spoke with a smug tone, a smirk evident on his face. “quite the opposite, actually.”

“shut up. we’re not gonna start talking about your dick.” y/n quickly shot down, blushing when they realized what vessel’s words entailed.

“awh look at that! you’re already blushing at the thought of me being too big and thick for you to handle.” he practically cackled out, relishing in the embarrassed emotions y/n was feeling.

they could only scoff and whip their head to look away from vessel. y/n didn’t have any sort of witty comment to get back at vessel.

they hated that he was so right too.

“now then… how about we get on track again, eh?” he spoke so smoothly, but his voice had so much arrogance to it. y/n gritted their teeth upon hearing this, but they just couldn’t be mad at him, not when they were being so intimate like this.

“you’re so goddamn annoying.”

“sure i am, but you love it. that’s why you’re so goddamn wet all over me.”

y/n really wanted to wipe that smirk off of vessel’s face, but they couldn’t bring themselves to. going back and forth with vessel has only gotten them more worked up, and they haven’t even done anything to relieve themself of this aching sensation that pooled in their stomach.

and vessel definitely took notice of this.

gripping their hips more tightly, vessel’s brazen and calloused fingers dug into the sides of y/n’s hips. he bounced his knee upwards teasingly to send jolts of pleasure up y/n’s body, making them whine out loud.

“fuck!” they moaned loudly, digging their nails into vessel’s shoulders.

“ahh… there we are, there’s the little slut talking.” he chided with a smirk, knowing the power he has over y/n.

it didn’t help that the friction only caused y/n to become even more wet. they could feel their leaking juices trickle down their inner thigh and onto vessel’s skin. and through it all, vessel still just emitted a cocky and sexy aura that made y/n just want to ruin their cunt all over his thigh.

it was so humiliating, but it turned them on so fucking much.

“i won’t repeat myself, darling.” vessel spoke with a taunting, almost threatening tone that was shrouded in promiscuous desire. “start grinding that pretty pussy on me, or i’ll make you move myself.”

his words were vulgar, but his words and the way he delivered them had so much power to them it drive y/n crazy.

y/n didn’t even think twice before they slowly started moving their hips in an up and down rhythm, keeping their pace slow. it felt like time had stopped for them specifically, just a little world where vessel and y/n could let their desires spill.

y/n rutted their puffy cunt all over vessel’s thigh, smearing his ashy skin with their juices. that feeling of doing all the work to get themselves off while vessel just sat there watching, it was enough to make y/n whimper from both frustration and arousal.

“g-god fucking dammit … mmmmh…” they managed to rasp out, and vessel groaned in response.

“that’s it… move your hips just like that..” vessel growled out, his nails digging crescent-shaped marks into y/n’s hips.

he guided their hips along his bare thigh, keeping his hands tight on y/n’s body as they were grinding up and down on his leg. the way they were moving just turned vessel on even more, the sight was so hot.

“ahh.. would ya look at that? you’re moving like a fucking pornstar.” vessel spat out, his voice still holding that lustrous tone that kept y/n whining and grinding on his leg.

“where’d you learn to do that, eh? you sleepin’ around with the other band members or what?” his voice was sharp, and a bit cruel. he just kept on speaking. “going around like the bitch in heat you are, getting other mens’ dicks wet for your dripping wet cunt? such a fucking slut… you’d do anything to get yourself off, won’t you?”

but those words just encouraged y/n to keep riding vessel’s thigh like no tomorrow, their movements speeding up slightly. they didn’t even bother to respond to vessel’s humiliating words.

vessel took notice of this immediately, and let out a lustful scoff, bouncing his leg up again to make y/n moan loudly. “mmmh.. not talking now, huh? that’s fine…”

he lifted them up slightly, and changed the angle to which y/n was riding his thigh, making it more pleasurable for their nether regions.

“just keep riding my thigh and prove to me what a little slut you are.”

and ride they did. y/n was moving their hips in such an erotic and frantic rhythm, it caused both parties to moan and groan from the feeling. that’s all they could think of; up, down. up down.

y/n hated how easily vessel got to them, how his words could turn them from a prissy, almost bratty little spitfire, to a mess of nothing but lust, desire and frustration.

but it always had them yearning for more. and damn did they love it.

as they continued to spread their juices all over vessel, their frantic movements were slowly pushing them closer to orgasm, that blissful climax they’ve been craving all this time.

“v-vessel… i’m so close..” y/n mewled out, and vessel was savoring that sound and feeling.

“oh.. you want to cum? does this whore want to cum all over me?” vessel questioned with that cruel, teasing voice.

he gripped their hips tightly and forced them down on his leg more, causing them to cry out in pleasure. “say it. say that you want it,”

“i-i want to cum! i want to cum all over your thigh! all over myself like the whore i am!” y/n practically screamed, getting desperate for a release.

vessel was satisfied to hear that; and so he guided their hips more across his leg to aid them to a climax. “that’s it… that’s the slut i love so much… now cum. cum all over the place.”

it seemed that his words were on command, because y/n’s hips spasmed wildly and their threw their head over vessel’s shoulder, crying out loudly in pleasure as they came all over his leg.

warm liquid trickled down their inner thighs and all over vessel’s leg, their essence coating his leg white. y/n breathed heavily to catch their breath, and vessel just chuckled and patted their head reassuringly.

“good little pet.” is all he said, a smile can be heard from his tone of voice.

after a bit of time of calming down, y/n caught their breath and attempted to get up from vessel’s leg, but his strong hands forced them to straddle his leg again, making them whine.

“vessel…?” y/n questioned with a slightly dazed tone, but the dark entity just chuckled.

“oh no… i’m not done with you yet, sweetie.” vessel whispered. he moved his hands to unbuckle the belt on the loops of his pants, sagging the clothing down. y/n looked down with wide eyes, watching vessel’s hardened cock spring free.

but he only chuckled knowingly. this was going to be a long night.

“i hope you’re ready for round two, baby, because it’s going to just get better from here.”

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[jazz-miester]

A Taste Of The Divine

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Reader

Reader Type: Gender Neutral Bot

Song: The Summoning- Sleep Token

Warnings: Smut my dude. Valveplug. Bot's bangin'.

An: I could not get this out of my head. Pls. Enjoy. Also adding a read more lol

Tags: @rawmeknockout

There is no greater way of clearing his helm than having them buried between your shaking thighs. The sweetened taste of your transfulid on his glossa as he drug it between your wet folds and wrapped his lips around your poor abused node.

How many times has he brought you to the brink of almost overloading now? Two? Three? He has long since count. Time was lost when he did this. Time he would never regret losing.

Optimus rumbles against you. His frame shaking while he all but devoured you. The heels of your peds smacking against his broad back. One of your servos clutched the fabric of the berth. The other dug into the side of his helm. Pushing and pulling as if you were unable to decide of your wanted more or less of what he was giving you.

He cold feel the crackle of your charge bounce against his frame. A feedback loop of the pleasure that was racking through your frame. A growl left him as you managed to roll your hips from beneath his lips.

One of his servos splayed against your stomach plating. Pressing down on you to keep you from moving further. The other moved away from your thigh and traveled to your valve.

Optimus pulled away with a huff of air. That same servo going to gently spreading you apart. You coated his digits with your fluids.

His vents whirred and huffed heated air. A low rumble emitted from him. He wasn't as unaffected as one would think in this moment. His spike pressed harshly against it's housing. He could feel the fluid bleeding from it. Pooling against the plating.

The sight of you laid out on your shared berth was nothing short of ethereal. The dim lighting of your half lidded optics softened your features. Energon pooled in your faceplate. Your once, so neatly colored lips were open in a soft o. A breath left them. There. Smeared against your faceplates was the same color now on his own. Washed away from when he had made a mess of your valve.

"Please." Optimus caught your optics. His glossa darted out to catch the fluid that had been caught on his lips. His digits ran a loose circles around your puffy node. He could see the proto form beneath your armor jerk and flex with every pass.

"Please what? My dear spark." His normally smooth baritone was raspy. Almost needy. He craved you as much as you did him.

"Your digits. Please." There was a whine in your voice. Desperate. Pleading. You gave another as Optimus made another lazy pass then downwards. Just ghosting over the place you wanted it most.

Your vents hitched. Sputtered. "Optimus Please." He supposed he should. As much as he could look at you like this forever. Undone. Shaking, needing, and yearning for him. Only for him.

His spark would swell at this every time. Filled with so much adoration for you. Of this. The trust that you placed in him to let your guard down like this. Every inch of you bared for him.

Optimus propped a knee onto the berth. The weight of him creaked the metal frame of it. He could hear the cry you gave when his servo left you to grab your thighs. He pulled your legs around his hips.

Transfluid coated your thighs. It smeared across his own wide legs. A curse left his lips at the sight of this. You spread apart before him.

Optimus leaned his frame above you. His helm fitted next to yours. His digits sunk deep within you. Your valve pulled him in greedily.

"Is this what you wanted Dear Spark?" He lazily thrusted his digits in and out of you. He grazed his digits against the nodes that had you calling his name. "Did you want your Prime to overload you with his servos alone." He curled his digits within you.

Optimus pressed his lips against your neck. Pooling energon against your cabling.

"Or did you want my spike in that pretty little valve of yours." Optimus chuckled when a breathy curse left your lips. "Would you like that? Would you like to overload on my spike? The only thing you're able to say is my name when you overload on it?"

His digits left your valve. He wrapped his lips around them. Tasting you as he licked them clean.

Before you could protest Optimus had lifted you up. Rolling onto his back as he placed you on his lap. His spike spilling from its housing and smacking against your back.

Optimus's back pressed against the headboard of the berth. His helm tilted upwards to look at you. His servos traveled up yoursides. Moving to press against your chassis. Thick digits finding the seems in your armor above your spark chamber. He could feel the rapid thrum of your spark.

You chassis opened freely to show your spark. The light was bright. Shining. Optimus's own guiding light in this damned to long war.

Your hips rose as you poised yourself above his spike. The lips of your valved brushing against the tip of it before you sunk downwards. Your helm thrown back from the pleasure of it all.

Optimus kept his servos on your hips. Guiding you until your hips sat flush with his own.

"That's it my spark. Gently now." His voice caught in the end when you rose back up. A slow up and down as you stretched against him.

He pressed a servo against your back as he brought your forward. Letting your spark merge with his own. The feedback was instantaneous.

It was nothing but unfiltered love and want. Of ecstasy and pleasure.

He helped you move against him. Snapping his hips up to meet you with every downward move you made. Rolling your hips every time you met his.

"That's it my spark. Use me as you need. That's it. That's my spark." His frame shook as pleasure racked through him. Everything you felt flooding through him and vis a versa.

Your name was on his lips like a prayer. A chant he sung so that Primus himself may hear. Optimus prayed that he would. Unicron himself would repent if he saw you. Such beauty wrought from pleasure.

The charge you shared filled the room. Crackled and sparked between your frames. Bouncing and arcing between your frames as the pace quickly sped up.

It rose higher and higher. Reaching its peak when you cried his name against his lips.

Optimus swore there was afterlife, no living cycle, better spent than here and down. As you overloaded on his spike. You spark surging and spilling over into his own.

He could pass here and now happily.

There was no moving for the longest time. The two of you trying to cool your heated frames with desperate pulls of air. The two of you calmed with your sparks still pressed together. Sending nothing but love and want back and forwarth. Safety and happiness.

Optimus pressed his lips to your helm. Drawing lazy circles against your back. Tracing the odd and random glyphs of your name. His. Love. Protection.

Truly. This was the closet he could get to tasting the divine. Even with the Matrix in his chest, the only other thing closest to his spark. You. You were the only divine thing he would follow.

[slptkns]

Can I have Poly sleep token x reader smut that has no one allowed to cum inside the reader but vessel and he gets so possessive over it once he cums he will already you somehow even wider to make sure it’s there and the others will look with him too jealous that they aren’t allowed to experience that and it just has vessel smirking his ass off (idk what came over me but yeah hope you enjoy lmao!)

OMG I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS YESTERDAY AND THE WHOLE ANSWER WAS FUCKING SENT TO THE SHADOW REALM SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT! I hope this answer is good though! I had so much fun writing this one!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Nasty raunchy, porn with literally zero plot, unprotected sex

A/N: UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S INSTANTLY NASTY LMAO. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible! Like it's not specific 'hole' wise LOL.

Your eyes cut to Vessel and you paused. Vessel would always ask, and your answer was always the same. But, you felt comfort in knowing he always asked.

You were sprawled out on the bed, sticky from sweat and cum. Your breathing was ragged and your chest heaved. With eyes stuck on the slow moving ceiling fan you tried to calm your breathing.

“Think you’re up for another round?”

“Yes…” You nodded.

II almost went feral. His eyes widened and stepped forward, completely ignoring Vessel, who was sitting right beside you.

The four of them had a routine. After the foreplay, III and/or IV would get you first. They were softer, a little more gentle with you. While they all made sure you were comfortable in everything they did, III was the most careful with that. He was goofy and loved loving you. IV was soft in a more chilled out sort of way. He was taking his time with you and was slightly more serious than III.

II, on the other hand… He got excited very easily. II always got you second to last. The roughness was something you would look forward to. You liked the soft and sweet and slowness of III and IV, but II always hit different. He was definitely the most likely to throw you around and rail you until you were seeing stars. The balance was something you quite enjoyed.

Your eyes cut from Vessel and towards II. Vessel, smirking to himself, grabbed your hand for a moment, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. And then II reached you and you were pulled up from the bed and flipped onto your stomach.

Vessel released your hand, and instead opted for rubbing your back. He was not going to leave your side. Not because he didn’t trust the others, he just had plans of his own.

Cheek against the mattress and ass in the air, you waited for II’s next move. II angled himself and easily pushed into you. A soft mewl escaped your lips and your fingers intertwined with the covers.

“Look at you…” Vessel purred in your ear, “Taking him so well.”

You bit your lip and let out another cry of pleasure. Vessel couldn’t help but give you a toothy smile, so proud of how well you were doing with all of them. Your eyes shut tight and Vessel’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles, that were absolutely turning colors from the grip on those sheets.

II kept a steady, rapid pace. One that wasn’t too fast, but definitely quicker than anyone else’s. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through your room. All eyes were on you, everyone watched as II made you come undone for, what felt like, the umpteenth time that night.

It didn’t take much to really lose it. A soft mewl turned into you crying out for II as your entire body tensed and shook. You were so sensitive already, it did not take much to cum. Tears pricked your eyes and your breathing picked up again.

“Oh, my love~” Vessel sat up as he spoke, “You look so beautiful taking his cock. But you’ll look even better taking mine.”

II let out a growl, and his pace picked up, sloppy and fast. Vessel grabbed II’s forearm and gave him a look. It was enough to slow II down. He pulled out of you and pumped himself for a second, before releasing onto your back. A quiet moan came from II and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

The hold you had on them was something that could not be fucked with, ad you knew it..

And then, you remembered, it was finally Vessel’s turn. When they were all with you, Vessel always, always got you last.

“Are you ready, love?”

You only nodded at him. Vessel was slow to flip you back over on your back. You would definitely have a mess to clean up tomorrow… But you would worry about that tomorrow.

Vessel angled your hips upwards, and let you lie there on your back. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing. When you reopened your eyes, II, III, and IV were standing closer, watching you and Vessel with intense eyes.

Vessel slowly pushed inside of you and when he pulled back out, your hips instinctively chased his. He smirked down at you and kept going.

Vessel was always a nice medium between II, II, and IV. They all loved and fucked you differently, and you loved them for that. Vessel was in control, even if you or the others felt they were, it seemed to be him every time. He was easily able to flip any situation, taking back any control he may have previously given to someone else.

“Look at me, love,” Vessel’s voice was low and gruff, “I want you to watch me.”

“Can’t even see your eyes-” You quipped back at him.

Vessel responded with a thrust and you moaned out, your eyes already having trouble staying on him. But, you obeyed as best you could.

Once again, there was just the sound of skin on skin. Your skin on fire from the stares of your boyfriends. Vessel leaned over you and began to groan. His noises were soft, quiet, and low, but fuck were they hot.

When he let out a soft whimper you could feel another orgasm coming. You cried out for Vessel, and your toes curled. One of his hands grabbed your thigh and he threw your leg over his waist. He kept going and you bucked your hips. Your back arched and you threw your head back.

Your thighs muscles clenched and you were wrapped around Vessel, keeping him deep inside of you. He moaned out words you couldn’t comprehend from seeing stars, and you felt him cum inside of you.

He fucked his cum into you and he smiled against your collarbone. When he finally moved, you were left on the bed and he crouched in front of you. You knew what was coming, but every time your body responded the same way.

Chills ran up your spine, hair standing on end, as Vessel’s hand landed on your thigh and pulled your legs apart. His cum was slightly running down your thigh and you peeked up at him. He was smirking at II, III, and IV.

He was saying something to them, but not aloud. They would keep some words between just the four of them, and by how Vessel was smiling something was being said. II, III,and IV looked at you and back at Vessel, their eyes dark and full of what you could only assume was jealousy. Jealousy from Vessel being the only one allowed to cum inside of you.

They never argued about it, not out loud at least. You were sure II, III, and IV would say something if it was that big of a deal. But at the moment? It caused jealousy and something to stir inside of them.

Vessel looked at you with a cheshire smile and you sat up, resting on your forearms, completely aware they were still staring at your lower half. You cocked a brow at him.

“They said you look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

“They did not say that!” You fell back on the bed and laughed. “They did not fucking say that!”

Vessel pouted at you, “They may have said other things, but they did say that.”

“Okay. I’m too tired to argue. Would someone like to help me clean up?”

[i-came-i-saw-i-loved]

Take me back to Eden

Pairing: Doom Guy X Reader

Reader Type: Female Reader

Song: Take me back to eden- Sleep Token

Warnings: Smut. Lemon. Some Praise kink stuff. That good shit.

An: Doom Guy make brain go Brrrr. Look. I normally go gender neutral but sometimes the heart wants what it wants lol.

Word Count:1805

Tags:@miyokoslayer

"I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole."

-Pablo Neruda (VIA a-quiet-green-agreement.)

Energy crackled over his body. He is bathed in blue light as he stepped into the portal. Viscera still clung to him. Death trailed behind him as he returned home. Returned to you.

Sounds muffled and blurred together for a breath. Inhale. Nothing but his own beating heart and warm body. Exhale. The sound of home. The firmness of it beneath his feet. The Slayer is still wound together. Body coiled like a snake waiting to strike. His time on earth had been cut short. Demon blood spilled. Poured into the earth they had ruined. Desecrated.

The Slayer needed you. Craved you. Needed you to shed holy light upon the sins he has witnessed.

The armor was removed swiftly. The heavy bits of metal clanging to the floor. Following him in a loose line as he makes his way to you.

The anger in him begins to melt away to something else the further he goes into the lair. The scent of you becoming stronger. Washing over him as he goes down the stairs. 

Slowly the anger bleeds into want.

Want into need.

Need into desperation.

The slayer is heaving air by the time he finds you. He takes but a moment to watch you. To drink you in in this soft moment. So little of it has he had. So much of it you have given him.

You were humming something nonsensical. Dressed only in one of his shirts. Smooth bare legs catch the light as your sway. You were cleaning off his table. The one he used when he was tinkering with his guns. You bend over the table. One leg held out to balance yourself as you reach to clean the other side. Your hips moving with every swipe of the cloth.

He breathes out your name. Watching with some amusement as you jump and turn. Heat blossoms in his chest as he sees your smile. Blindingly bright as you welcome him. It does something to him. Knowing that you are one of the few, if only, people who will speak his name so sweetly. Always happy to see him. 

The Slayer moves swiftly. Going to capture you in his arms. His lips pressed to the top of your head. He breathes in your scent. You smelled of something sweet. Something edible. Your hands are warm when your palms meet his chest. Feeling his steady heart beneath the large muscle.

"Flynn? All good?" You voice is soft. Sweet. Spoken into his collarbone. Your lips are soft against the scarred flesh. He wants to taste it. That sweetness rolling off your lips. He hums. Rumbling his chest as he pulls away. His hand captures your chin. Tilting your head so he could see those starry eyes. His thumb trailed along your bottom lip and he caught the hitch in your breath. The way your pupils blew wide. Stealing the color of your eyes.

"Flynn?" You ask again. Hand settling on his wrist. He looks at it for a moment. Felt the silkyness of your skin against his scared arm. His hand moved. Cradled your jaw. Flynn leaned forward. His lips brushing yours.

"Please?" He asked. You answered with your own shuddering breath. His lips pressed to you. Tasted you. Devoured you.

Flynn's body shook. Pressing himself closer to you as his free hand trailed over your hip. Your waist. Bunching up the dark colored shirt just below your chest. He could feel you shiver against him. Hand tightening around his wrist as you deepened the kiss.

His lips left your. Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Tilting your head to trail his lips along your jaw. Your neck. Only stopping to such as the skin over your fluttering pulse. There was a growl low in his throat when he hear your whimpers. Your fingers curling through his dark locks.

"Flynn." His name on your lips. "Flynn." Again as he cupped your breast beneath the shirt. That shirt that he suddenly wanted gone.

He did not want to pull away. But he did. Quickly pulling his shirt off of you before descending on you once more. He has your breast in his mouth. His hand coming up to cup and brush his thumb over your other pebbling nipple.

Flynn growls as you moan above him. Breathy whines and please's as you try to bring your thighs together.

"Flynn. Flynn please." Flynn does nothing. Darken eyes glancing up to look at your flushed face before moving his lips to your other breast. A trail of spit following him as he does so.

He stops your bucking hips with his hands. Engulfing the fatty curves with his calloused palms. Blunt nails digging in to the flesh of your still clothed rear.

Flynn pulls away again. Falling to his knees before you. His hands sliding up to settle on your waist. His thumbs slide beneath the band of your underwear. Flynn looks up. Feeling that heat blossom in his chest once again as he looks upon your flushed face. Your heaving chest.

Becoming undone by his mouth alone.

"May I?" His breath fans against your navel. Flynns lips pressed to the twitching skin of your stomach. "Please." He pleads. "Need you."

You rest your hand on his head. Trailing your fingers along his cheek. You see nothing but adoration and pure unfiltered desire. "Please." He pleads again. Low and rumbled. 

You cant your hips forward. A whispered. "Yes. God yes please." Leaves your lips.

You hear the tearing of fabric and briefly mourn the loss of yet another pair of your underwear.

Your rear hits the cold metal table you had been cleaning. Flynn pulls on your your thighs over his shoulder. He kisses along the sensitive skin there. Your hips buck as he trails his thumb over your soaked folds. Their are words. He his saying something. It is lost on your ears as the draws a lazy circle over your clit.

"All this for me?" He breathes out. You nod your head. Keening when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

You were lucky you had the table to lean back onto. You legs shook as he feasted upon you.His mouth making obscene squelching noises as he drank you in. "Mine." He all but growled into you. Tongue grazing over your entrance . Licking a stripe over you before darting over your clit.

You try to respond. Really you do. All that comes out is a dumb "Uhhuhh." Answered by Flynn's rumbling laugh.

"Pretty Girl." He muttered. You shiver as you feel a thick finger prod at your entrance. Gathering your wetness there before pressing in achingly slow. His finger curls as he pumps it into you."Pretty pussy." You could feel yourself clench down. Eagerly pulling him in when he adds a second finger. He stops for a moment as he softly sucks on your clit. Giving you a breath to adjust before he is moving again.

His fingers hit that spot that has yo seeing stars. With a low rumble against you he begins to pick up speed.

Flynn is worshiping you. Down on his knees as he laid his devotion upon you. His free hand leaving red trails against your skin. Like promised scripture to a goddess.

"My girl." He rumbles. "Mine." His wrist moves. His tongue laid flat on your clit and you come undone. Head thrown back as you give your devotion back. Your hands are pulling and pushing at Flynn's head as your thighs shook around him. Trapping him as he lazily pumped in and out of you. Letting you ride your high for as long as possible.

The high lessened and all you could hear was your heavy breathing. Feel the pounding of your heart and Flynn's grounding grip on your thighs. 

You squirmed when Flynn pulled away. Letting your now jellowed leg to fall to the floor. You felt wet. More so the normal. You soon knew why when Flynn stood up. Hovering over you with a lust drunk look.

The entire lower half of his face was soaked in you juices. Your face grew hot and you swallowed thickly when he placed those same fingers that had been inside you into his mouth.

"Shit. Flynn. I." He said nothing. Grabbing your thighs and lifting you onto the table without struggle. You could taste yourself when he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Not done yet." He muttered. "Need t'feel you." He pulled your hips flush with his own. His dick squished against your stomach as he held you close. "One more time. For me? Ya?" 

You nodded . "Good Girl." He mutters. Lips pressed to your brow. He pressed his fingers to your lips. Letting your tongue wrap around them. You could taste yourself there. To. Sweet against his skin.

His hand went from your mouth to his cock. Lazy pumping up and down to wet it. The tip dribbling as he ran it along your fold. To your weeping core.

His breath shook when he pressed into you. You let our a breathless moan. Fingers digging into his biceps as he slowly. Slowly pressed forward.

There was a burn that teetered around pain and pleasure. Pain soothed away by his rumbling words of praise and his lips pressed to yours. 

After what felt like forever he was fully into you. You could feel him twitching every time you clenched down. Body trying to grow use to the large intrusion. 

"So good. So sweet for me." Flynn mutters. Brushing away a few sweaty strands of your hair. His hips push and pull shallowly. Testing you before he truly began to move. "Taking me so good." A rough push that had your legs twitching. "Such a good girl for me." Another that had the table rattling. "Fuck." With that you wound up on your back. All your hard work falling to the floor as your knees met your chest.

Noise left you with every snap of his hips. You could hear every growl and rumble. The smaking of skin against skin and the squelch of your own spend as he pushed into you.

Your release was quickly coming. Binding tighter and tighter as time went on. And so was his if the grumbles and low whines were anything to go by.

"Fuck." He uttered into your skin. Hips beginning to falter. Fingers found your clit. Rubbing in tandem to his thrusts.

The two of you found release one after the other. Foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

The two of you stayed like this for minutes. Connected in the most intimate of ways as your bodies slowly cooled down.

Flynn pressed a  kiss to you lips. Lifted you into his arms and made way to the baths. There he will lay the rest of his devotion. Caring to you and your body. Yo assuring him that you were fine. That was good. It wasn't to rough.

Nothing but sweet. Divine.

[haddonfieldwhore]

ripped lace, cut glass - vessel

vessel (sleep token) x reader

warnings: gender neutral terms but reader is described as wearing a lace top, borderline nsfw/implied smut, biting, choking, mentions of alcohol, 1 f bomb, inhuman?vessel

word count: 1k

the sound of the door creaking open drew your attention from your book, and you sat up from your lounging position on the quilted sofa in vessels living room. he was supposed to be back from the studio hours ago, and as much as you tried not to, you had begun to worry, especially as the night grew darker outside.

“vessel?” you called out, clutching your champagne glass tighter as you stood up, the sparkling liquid dancing around in the glass as you moved. the bubbly liquid had been intended for a celebration of your anniversary, but by the fourth hour that vessel was running behind, you decided to pop it open yourself.

no reply came to your call, and your heart rate increased; what if someone had broken in? you surely couldn’t defend yourself with a a crystal champagne flute. you looked around for anything nearby that would make for a better weapon, but before you could find anything a noise behind you made you jump, the glass slipping from your hand and shattering on the floor.

“vessel you scared the hell out of me! why didn’t you say it was you?” you poked his chest lightly, trying to catch your breath.

“i am sorry - do not step on the glass,” he extended a hand out to you, helping you step over the shards on the floor. “come here.” he pulled you almost effortlessly into his arms, lifting you up off the floor and carrying you over to the kitchen. “please forgive me for being late. i have no excuse other than the time got away from me.” he set you down on the counter top, standing between your legs with his hands on your waist.

“you’re here now,” you smiled, knowing that once vessel began working on music there was no stopping him once inspiration struck, almost as if something was possessing him. “i started drinking without you.” you pointed to the open champagne bottle at the other end of the counter, and vessel smiled.

“i would be disappointed if you had waited for me all this time. may i make it up to you?” vessel pleaded, his hands fiddling with the intricate lace pattern of your shirt.

“i would be disappointed if you didn’t,” you teased with a smile as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. he kissed you back firmly, sliding you closer to the edge of the counter and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands trailed up your sides until the reached your jaw, cradling your face in his hands, leaving small black finger prints behind as the paint smudged off his fingertips. vessel pulled back, his eyes growing dark at the evidence of his touch on you already, his heart beating faster as he thought of all the other ways he could mark you. his head dipped down to the junction of your neck, leaving wet kisses on the skin of your throat and shoulders before you felt his teeth dig into your flesh.

“ah- vessel,” you winced at the feeling but couldn’t help but moan as he soothed the pain with more kisses, leaving rosy bruises in his wake before he frantically kissed your lips again. “fuck, your teeth are sharp. are you sure you’re not a vampire or something?” vessel couldn’t help but laugh at your words. or something he thought.

“why? do you wish to spend eternity with me?” he asked, resting his forehead on yours as you both breathed heavily.

“you know i do,” you mumbled, an ache in your heart as you knew the one thing you wanted more than anything you couldn’t have.

“hmmm.” he purred, kissing you again, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “that is my greatest wish as well. for now we will have to start with tonight.”

you pulled him back to you by the front of his shirt, and it seemed to set something off in him, like a switch had been flipped. his hands gripped desperately at any part of you he could reach, settling on the back of your shirt where it fastened. his charcoal stained fingers tore the fabric with ease, and you began to scold him for ripping it before he captured your words with his mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. you knew he would buy you as many new shirts as you wanted if you only asked, so you let it go.

instead you allowed yourself to focus on how he embraced you, his arms enveloping you against his body. his hands caressed the expanse of your back so tenderly in contrast the the way his lips assaulted yours. he slid your arms out of the sleeves of the top and discarded the ripped lace on the floor, followed by his own coat, leaving himself in just an open shirt.

vessel lifted you in his arms once again, your legs tightly around his hips as he carried you towards his bedroom. placing you softly on the bed and crawling on top of you.

“the champagne will be getting warm out there,” you said playfully. i’m reality, you couldn’t care less about the champagne.

“i can still taste it on your lips, my dear.” he kissed your lips once more before trailing kisses down your bare chest, his hands on your ribcage holding you down on the soft sheets. his lips continued to travel lower, and his hand reached up to wrap around your throat, black handprints mixing with the now purple bruises and teeth marks he had left behind earlier. vessel loved leaving marks on you, even if they were just for him to see. “i love you.”

“i love you more,” you challenged, and he squeezed your throat tighter, almost as a playful warning.

“do not make me prove it, i fear you will not be able to handle it.” he released his grip on your neck, his hands beginning to undo the button of your pants. vessel knew he had to be careful not to do too much, to not hurt you. you, just a human, something so fragile, but in his eyes so perfect.

“sounds tempting,” you smiled, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he leaned over you to kiss your lips softly.

“you have asked for it now, my love.”

[onesaltyhunter]

Sleep Token x Gender Neutral!Reader HCs

what type of inhuman creatures would they be?

Side note: I've never made one of these before so props to all those people who make these regularly--they're difficult for my 3 brain cells to pop out something in return

VESSEL (I)

VAMPIRE

Protective, yet kind and passionate (he's also moderately awkward but we love that for him)

Tried his best to use his special "mind powers" to make you attracted to him after years of jokingly flirting with you

(It didn't work lmao)

He's still a hopeless romantic so he tried again

it still didn't work but you ended up falling for him anyway (he still believes that it worked)

Has an undeniable urge to hold onto you in some way, whether it may be an arm around your shoulder, waist--holding hands, and even the occasional fumbling with each other's fingers when walking somewhere

he's cold. like SO FUCKING COLD.

You used to jump at how freezing he was to the touch, but you've gotten used to it (for the most part)

If you decide to go to one of their shows and someone looks at you for a split second with even the slightest look of disgust/infatuation, Vessel with put the fear of God into them

He wouldn't tell you what he did, but, you could easily figure it out

bro is HORNY like ON GOD

II

WERECAT

kinda shy--very cuddly though

yeah sure they have a "Holy duty to be constantly awake" but sometimes, II feels a bit eepy

either very energetic or very tired, no in-between

Can barely hold back the urge to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle your neck (even if you're taller than him)

Acts like he needs some alone time every once in a while (lies)

Doesn't really know how to explain to you that he wants to spend more time with you--doesn't want to come off as clingy

Has literally overslept cuddled up to you and nearly missed a show because of it--loves violating his duty to Sleep if it means he can spend more time with you

It doesn't feel like he has to ask to "accidentally" pass out on you, bypassing any means of attempting to ask you if it's alright

You'd always be okay with it though, unless you were nommin on a snack and it felt weird to see him schlumped over your thigh, snoring--which felt weird but eh, its just II being II

After you found out what he was, you jokingly called him a "catboy"

The weird stare off lasted a solid minute

II was a little weirded out by the fact that you were unphased by your reaction to him telling you that he is a LITERAL monster

III

WEREWOLF

sorry if you thought he was going to be some big strong werewolf man--he has the personality of a golden retriever

Needs hugs (SHOW HIM SOME AFFECTION LIKE 24/7 PLS HE NEEDS IT)

VERY ENERGETIC

Fuckin loves running around like a maniac with you on off-days or even after a show

You still wonder how he has the energy to do stuff after bouncing about and toying with Vessel on stage

Will NOT hesitate on making a scene if it looks like someone is harassing you

Will (attempt) stop the ENTIRE SHOW and jump down into the crowd and shove them

if he can't, well--let's just say that he had a very unpleasant snack that night

Comes back acting as if nothing happened

IV

FAE

very chill (as per usual)

loves to dance around

you came home to him jamming out on his own and all of your seemingly dying house plants started living again

(Bro forgot he can do that 💀)

will dance with you until the middle of the night (goblin behavior but we love him fr)

loves taking you to botanical gardens

can't stop bringing you flowers (like no he really can't stop, it almost a problem)

another hugger (you want to hug him--you NEED TO)

[apneicodette]

You're in my dreams (therefore, you're mine)

Your ability to manifest yourself in others' dreams was a tool you often used in your family's line of work. But one day you appeared in a dream of strange man.

Scaramouche x reader [gender neutral but is mentioned in a wedding dress]

Scara Fatui Harbinger era

Soulmate type beat

Made up Lore: Dream Travelers: A rare spiritual ability where one can travel to another's Dream when sleeping [both parties have to be asleep]. They can't control another persons dream only be a part of it and talk to them, which in a way they could if they wanted to, mainuplate the dreamer in order to change the setting of the dream. The only way for the dream traveler to leave the dream is if the host kicks them out or wakes up.

Warnings: Scaramouche, slight yanderish behavior, mention of blood/murder [not too descriptive], obsessive behavior, mainuplation.

♫ Get out of my head. Can't you tell that you're dead, to me? Talk to me instead, till we go to bed ♫

From a young age, you were deemed special and not the Tevyat special where you were bestowed a vision.

No, you had a natural born gift.

The gift of dream traveling.

"It was to be expected," your family said. You came from a strong bloodline of healers, and though you don't have a vision, this gift of dreams within itself can heal.

Working with your mother of very few words, at the age of 8, you'd manifest yourself in many of your mother's patients easing their pains. Helping to turn their nightmares into dreams even if those nightmares frightened you to the core.

You suppose you can thank your mother for your now strong fear tolerance.

You found it such a strange phenomenon as you got older. You could experience so much emotion yet at the same time it all felt like nothing.

Is that even possible?

Maybe these emotions are so overwhelming to point where you become numb to them. You wonder if that's what you wanted.

It's not that you couldn't differentiate whether you felt sad, angry, happy. It's that you couldn't tell if you cared or not.

Regardless, you continued your job as a healer even after your mother died, ultimately taking over the business.

You laughed to yourself, I suppose I do care about one thing, sleep.

A common notion of tiredness mix with stress could always be solved by your bed. After a long day of work, it's something you always look forward to.

Your small cozy room filled with trinkets passed down from your family mixed with gifts from your patients as a token of their gratitude. You dim your light as you submerged yourself in under the blanket.

Your body shivered. It couldn't have been possible for the temperature to drop so low very quickly. And even so, you were covered up. You took a deep breath in, feeling the cold breeze enter in and out of you.

Additionally, your nose picked up a faint scent of... something burning, and the scent only got stronger. That alone was enough to bring you to your senses.

However, when you got up, you noticed you were nowhere in your room, not even close. A snowy forest and from the distance smoke from the fire that alerted your senses.

Are you serious right now? It was a dream one that you knew was definitely not yours. Seems as though that precious sleep of yours is long gone.

You picked yourself up off from the snow, treading your way towards the fire. Your thought process was simply to find the host and make them wake up.

You could tell you were getting closer as you could feel your thoart get more stuffed from the smoke.

A small house, though clearly not much of it. The majority of it has been burned by the fire, leaving very little behind. Your eyes trailed down to find him. Must be the host.

He was on his knees clinging so tight on to the snow, with a doll in his hands. You treaded carefully and calmly towards the man.

As you got closer, you noticed his pale skin along with violet hair, tears pickling down his face, and onto the snow blending in perfectly. The doll in his hand made a strong resemblance to the man, both wearing a white-lavender kimono.

This was obviously a nightmare.

Sighing deeply. You decided it was best to simply wake him up, though as you were about touch the man, a voice behind you spoke.

"Enjoying the show?"

Your head snapped, to be met with the same very man on the ground, expect with a whole different attire, not to mention demeanor. This time, he wore a harsher shade of purple in contrast to his lavender attire. A blant symbol of electro. You made an educated guess that he is Inazuman.

Still, this has never happened before, this would mean this man is very self aware of his dream that he can sense the presence of one's interference regardless of you purpfulosully trying to hide yourself.

"Am I talking to myself?" a very harsh tone of voice immented from the man. Something told you he holds a very high authority.

"Apologies, I did not mean to intrude"

"That's not what I asked, was it" Though you met many different people from variety of personalities, this man had a very intimidating aura with a very limited amount of patience.

"Pardon?"

He stepped closer, and you could hear the snow crunch underneath his foot. You hadn't even realized he was hiding underneath the shadows as he now revealed a veiled hat that compliments his attire.

"Did you. Enjoy the show."

You were stumped. How exactly were you supposed to answer this? From the looks of it, this man seems very difficult to please. With his very little to no patience, you decided the best course of action was to be bluntly honest with him.

"No"

.....

The man simply laughed as though what you said was the most funniest thing. "Oh, please do tell." he was clearly intrigued.

"Well, uh, it's not really a show if I don't know the whole context surrounding this um.. scene?" You treaded carefully with your words.

"Hmm you are quite correct, unfortunately I've been replaying this scene over and over again so I can't do much about your wonderful cristism"

The man walked past you to stand behind his 'past self', your eyes trailing his movements as he went on.

"A dream Traveler very rare indeed, should I consider myself lucky?" He smiled at you as he placed a hand on top his past-self's head.

His smile was erie and did not match his dead eyes. "You see, the scene isn't over. I usually end it off by doing a special something. Are you ready?"

Your breathing stayed calmed as you watched, questioning where exactly he was going with this.

Crack

His body went limp on the snowy ground. His past self's body, that is. And the man only laughed as he stepped on his body as though the past him were a spec of dust.

"Are you done yet" you spoke, causing the man to stop in his tracks.

"Come on, it's not like you have nothing better to do." He exasperated as though he makes a good point.

"You very well seem to know what needs to happen so I can leave, so why are you prolonging my stay?"

"Hmm, because im bored. And you, my little dreamer, are getting quite bold. This is my dream, I suggest you play along"

"Is that supposed to scare me."

"It should"

You groaned in frustration, this man clearly abusing you for his whole entertainment, which still made no complete sense to you.

"Fine, but can you at least try to change the scenery"

"Are you deaf? I have not been able to change this for a long time"

"That's because you haven't let go"

He pondered on your words scoffing at the end, "And what do you know."

"I know that nightmares reflect on our fears, past regrets, our deepest thoughts. When I say let go, I don't mean to forget it. But in a way, see it as a way to grow, use this dream as a strength"

He raised a brow. You deeply sighed, "Let me ask you this, What does this dream.. well memory mean to you?"

You weren't fully expecting him to give you a full-out detail of his life. Opening up is already hard in itself.

Turns out this man, Kunikuzushi, what he told you his name was, was relieving the grief of a child he once traveled with. Unfortunately, the child lost his life due to an illness. Out of anger and grief, Kunikuzushi burned their once home till nothing but ashes remained, even the once doll he held, he eventually threw into the remainder flames.

Of course, your heart swelled at the thought. The last bit of the time you and him had in his mind, he did, in fact, manage to change the dream to the setting of a quiet, dark office. After spilling a secret of himself, you both shared no other words. This was alright, you thought, at least now maybe he won't suffer at night. It would be the last time you see this oh so strange, unpredictable Kunikuzushi.

At least that's what you thought.

You constantly found yourself in this man's dream, night after night. You blamed yourself because after that first encounter, the next day you went to sleep, you found yourself thinking about him. Next thing you know,your right in front of him.

After each encounter with him, he has found a way to invade your thoughts with each impression he left.

"You must be obsessed with me." You started to get to know him more than you'd like, including his overbearing confidence and smug attitude.

"In your dreams.... litterally, " and of course you'd countered his banters, which he seemed to enjoy.. to an extent.

The man didn't like it when you pry into sensitive topics, though after a while since you asked the said question, he'd vaguely answer it, just don't pester him after it.

You found yourself waking up in the morning feeling.. happy? You always spend your nights alone, even your days. Yet, these small moments of simply talking and getting to know him affected you more than you thought.

And you're not sure if you like that thought. I mean, how did you affect him?

It's almost been two months, and just when the thought of talking to him about possibly meeting outside of the dream stopped, when this new setting of his dream appeared for the third time.

Him, drenched in blood not of his own, with lifeless boddies underneath his towering figure.

"You shouldn't get mad at me. This is your doing"

You stood silent. As his voice cracked a little. He hated when you didn't respond.

"You're the one that told me to let go, and so I did. This- This dream isn't a nightmare. It's my future. I've told you last time we were here, people in this stupid wretched world will either be doing two things. Bowing to me or being eradicated from existence. "

Still nothing.

He grabbed you by the waist, and you cringed at the red stains he printed on your clothes. You tilted your head away as you tried to push him away to no avail. You gave up and just decided to stand still, yet you couldn't help but slightly flinched at the feeling of him resting his head on your shoulder.

"Don't you understand?" His voice came up as a whisper. A rise of electricity flowed through your body, giving you chills.

"No," you finally spoke to which you could feel him smiling just at fact you responded back. "You make me think I understand when in reality you like to keep me in the dark of your past. You shine a light of what you think I want to hear"

He tilted your head to meet his, which is now front of yours, his eyes staring deeply into yours. "As though you don't do the same?"

Your silence only proved his point. "We all keep secrets, dear. Don't you see that these dreams -" he laughed to himself "that you keep coming back to, is me opening myself up to you"

"This Darkness you-" he cut you off.

"We all have darkness, I'm just only starting to embrace mine. It's okay, I don't mind holding your darkness for you. After all, you've helped me, haven't you? It's only right I return the favor"

Before you could refuse any of the words he has said, his lips crashed onto yours. It was roughed and forced accompanied by his heavy aura that only seemed to drown you. His soft lips contradict his previous initiation, but he started to slow down his motions, deeping the kiss. The part that sickened you was the fact that you didn't try to pull yourself away. Even the bloody hands that moved to the sides of your face didn't seem to bother you anymore. Your hands clinging to his shirt desperately, what has become of me?

He parted his lips from yours, his eyes clearly wanting to reconnect. "Who are you?" Even with your shaky breath, you managed to ask your question.

Ting of angerness bubbled inside of you at the soft genininue smile he gave as he caressed your face, whipping the tear you didn't realize you have let fall. "I'm yours ofocurse," he laughed at your furrowed brows, "What? Not the answer you wanted to hear, hm?"

You were able to lightly push him out of your grasp. "I will no longer come into your dreams"

He tilted his head in amusement, "Be serious dear"

"I'll make sure of it, Kuni-kuzushi"

He took note of your serious tone, yet as confident as he is stated, how sure he is that you'll be back.

And you did managed to not enter his dreams, distracting yourself with work and your daily errands and when it came to sleep you'd brew some tea with medicnal herbs that put you straight to sleep without having you be able to let your mind wander beforehand.

Yet even so after a few weeks, you eventually slipped up.

You sighed, I guess I couldn't help it. You were standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflecting.

You were.. wearing a wedding dress? You had to admit it was beautiful.

You were beautiful.

It complimented your body perfectly. A veil covering your face, you couldn't help but slightly blush in embrassement. He must've have imagined of dreaming me in this dress.

Music could be heard from the courier door as you swallowed the built-up saliva from the nerves in your body, building up. Your heels filled the silence as your shaky hands opened the door.

The wedding chapel was ethereal from the decoration to the rich wood. It just didn't par with the suffocation you felt.

The many rows of chairs were empty as you walked down the already petal-ed walkway. You rubbed your arms as you walked closer and closer to the man you could never seem to get rid of.

He, too, was dressed up in a suit. You'd never have thought this would be the next thing you see on him after a while.

It was until you finally stood in front of him that you saw his face. Has he always been this attractive? You've always loved the red eyeliner on the corner of his eyes.

"So you've finally arrived. Usually, I'm a pretty impatient man. Consider yourself lucky that you're you." His eyes traveled down to your body back up to your covered eyes.

"I told you, you'd be back"

He scoffed at your slient treatment. "I saw this dress at an antique shop, and I couldn't help but picture you on it, and as I thought. You look absolutely perfect. Now stop being so stubborn and talk to me. Why else would you be here if you didn't want to?"

He lifted up your veil to see your face more clearly, caressing your face. You grabbed his hand out of reflex.

Your voice came out soft, Kunikuzushi humming to the sound of it, "What do you want from me."

He sighed as though you asked the most stupidest question he had ever heard.

"You make it seem as though you hate me, but yet you want me as well, don't you? At least, I fill that empty void in you. That's why you keep coming back to me isn't? Just face it. You were mine from the start."

He continued. "You need me just as badly I need you. Call it fate-

"- Ah my silly little dreamer, it was just meant to be"

You want to deny everything he has claimed but the words died before it could even reach your thoart.

"You asked me who I am, I'm many things, Kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, The Balladeer-"

He held your hands and has his forehead rested on yours.

"The only identity you need to remember is that I am a God-"

"Your God."

[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. 

---

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. 

--- 

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.” 

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[restwellsoon]

a daydream with jason todd + praise kink <3 (nsfw)

Thanks for sending something in!

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving) with mentioned cum swallowing, praise kink, a healthy balance of degradation and fluff

A/N: This is for all the girlies (gender neutral) who are feeling under appreciated at work. Jason sees you <3

"Aw, you want a gold star for a job well done at work?"

His tone could easily be misconstrued as mockery, but the kisses that started at the nape of your neck and ended on your shoulder told you otherwise. Jason's hands trailed on either side of you as a half-massage, the motion already a reward in itself.

His stiffness pressed behind you as an alternative. "How 'bout something better?"

Half-turned to give him an enthusiastic yes, he pressed a finger to your lips. "Easy now. You have to earn it. We're talking about a different kind of lip service here."

The baritone of his approval hummed through his chest as you quickly got to your knees, making light work of his pants.

His cock sprung out, already eager for your attention as you wasted no time in taking half his length while one hand stroked the remaining shaft.

"Took 'em long enough, huh?" He murmured, as if you two were having a normal conversation. "I mean, I always knew how diligent you are with your work - from completing tasks on time to even just showing the fuck up. But,"-and he took a sharp inhale here as you swallowed him whole-"it's good that others are finally recognizing your work ethic."

The sweep of your hair into his fist was an act of affection as Jason's hips gently rocked with your rhythm.

Half-jokingly, half-interested, he asked, "Does acknowledging your competence turn you on?" You nodded. "Well, I don't think you're just competent. You're proficient, baby. Savvy even, as some might say."

That's what you loved and hated about this man. Jason could say the goofiest shit and still make it incredibly sexy.

And as silly as he could be, he could easily turn up the seduction if he felt like it.

His hand tugged a bit more roughly on your hair, giving your mouth a few hard pumps.

"Do you even know how fucking good you look with those pretty lips wrapped around this cock? I don't care if you know. I'm telling you again. You look incredible."

To prove his point, he brushed the hair that clung to your face, pushing it away so he could get a better look at you. Those pale blue eyes looked down with adoration.

Jason pulled and pushed the entirety of his length between your lips, savoring the sound of sucking and the wet pop of his head as he pushed back in, his pace going faster and faster until he released.

You gave each other a moment of silence as Jason caught his breath and you gave your jaw a break.

"That's my babe," he teased, helping you rise to your feet. "No one does it like you do."

A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Venus

Chrollo x chubby!reader 

AN: The site is SORELY lacking in chubby/fat reader fanfics for chrollo. Am I gonna fix it? Yes. That is all. Also, some suggestive language but we’re good pretty sure. I kept this gender neutral, but I do mention breasts, just fyi. 

A strong hand caressed Y/N’s stomach, kneading and massaging as it travelled across the expanse of flesh. Y/N sighed, letting their eyes close in bliss as the hand continued to knead their skin.

“Chrollo,” Y/N said.

A deep voice hummed in response. Y/N smiled as they heard Chrollo’s book close with a snap. His weight shifted, and an arm came around Y/N’s shoulders.

“What is it, love?” Chrollo asked.

“Your next mission is such a long way from Meteor City. Are you sure you can’t tell me what’s so important that’s caught your eye halfway across the globe?”  Y/N tilted their head, the low lamplight dancing across their face.

“That would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Chrollo asked.

“Always answering my questions with questions,” Y/N said. They leaned on Chrollo, who in turned pulled his love onto his lap. Y/N sighed again, breathing in the scent of Chrollo’s faded cologne and book ink that imbedded itself into his skin. Calloused hands found their way to Y/N’s back, supporting and stroking the folds of skin and fat it found there. Chrollo’s eyes glinted in the amber glow of the lamp next to him; he smiled as he regarded the soft curves and jagged edges of his love and let out a chuckle to himself before he spoke.

“It’s for you, you know,” he said.

Y/N frowned.

“What is?” Y/N asked.

“What I’m after. I wanted to spoil you,” Chrollo answered. He put up a finger as Y/N opened their mouth to protest. Shaking his head, he continued.

“I think you’ll like it. Just a small little token to have and appreciate, especially when I’m away on business,” Chrollo said. Y/N crinkled their nose as he sealed his statement with a kiss on their cheek.

Y/N rolled their eyes, shaking their head as Chrollo’s hands started to wander further down their sides and back.

“You know I don’t like it when you go through the trouble to steal things for me,” they chided. It was Chrollo’s turn to roll his eyes playfully, smiling at Y/N’s gasp as he kneaded their behind. Chrollo was quick to take his lover’s surprise to his advantage, turning them and himself and repositioning their bodies to that he lay slotted in between their thighs.

“Forget about all of that right now. Focus on me, won’t you, Y/N?”

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Y/N woke in their bed, body heavy and sore from the night before. Reaching out next to them, Y/N wasn’t surprised to find the sheets empty beside them. Sitting up, Y/N spotted a note with scrawl tucked away neatly beside them.

‘Y/N –

This mission won’t take long at all, but I’ll still be counting the minutes and seconds until I can be back in your arms. Keep the bed warm for me, love.

C’

Rolling over, Y/N yawned and snuggled further into their sheets. Surely, sleeping in for the day wouldn’t hurt? After all, they’d be keeping the bed warm.

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Days turned into a long, slow week, and Y/N had finished tidying up their house for what felt like the 100th time. They sighed, settling into the couch, bored out of their mind. The TV played in the background, flashing pictures against Y/N’s face. Curling around themselves, Y/N leaned on their hand as they flicked through the channels. As they watched the tv mindlessly, Y/N looked up as they heard their front door unlock.

“Hello? Chrollo, honey, is that you?” Y/N asked. Silence met their ears. Scoffing, Y/N got up from the couch and made their way into their kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a folded piece of paper with a picture of a web.

“Very funny,” Y/N said, more to themselves.

“I thought it might give my present an air of mystery,” a voice answered back.

Y/N gasped and turned, throwing their arms around Chrollo’s neck. Chrollo chuckled, prying Y/N from him and turning them around. He knelt to their ear and kissed it before whispering.

“I want you to be very good for me, can you do that? Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say,” Chrollo ordered. A shiver travelled down Y/N’s spine as they nodded eagerly. They shut their eyes and felt Chrollo’s cold fingers cover their lids. Slowly, the pair walked through the house until Chrollo stopped them in the bedroom.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Chrollo said.

“Alright, alright, I hear you. When did you come home?” Y/N asked.

“Just a little while ago. I wanted to surprise you, especially since I was gone longer than I expected.”

Y/N frowned.

“Did something happen?” they asked.

Y/N heard Chrollo huff and hum before answering.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. I suppose these things happen to keep me on my feet. Alright, here it is. Hold out your hands, palms up, and keep your eyes closed.”

Y/N obeyed and grinned as they felt a small weight hit their palm. Feeling the object in their hand, Y/N tilted their head as they turned it over and over in their grasp. Bumps, crevices, and folds, in what felt like soft stone, met their grip.

“You’re killing me, Chrollo, can’t I open my eyes now?” “Very well, look,” Chrollo hummed.

Y/N’s eyes popped open, and they looked down. They gasped. In their hand, a stone figurine took up most of the space in their palm. Turning the little doll over, Y/N thought long and hard at why it seemed so familiar. The figure was round, much like themselves, with a heavy stomach and large breasts. Its arms cradled itself, and its head was crowned with rows of curly hair. Suddenly, the pieces connected in Y/N’s mind.

“Chrollo, is… is this what I think it is?”

Chrollo’s eyes shone. He nodded and leaned over to kiss Y/N on the forehead.

“A Venus figure from prehistory. Lauded across the world for its detail and devotion to the beauty of the human form. She’s shrouded in mystery; most historians and art experts can’t agree on who made them or why. I just know that she reminded me of you,” Chrollo said. He stood behind Y/N and kissed their shoulder before wrapping his arms around them.

“How did you get this? This must have been under who knows how much security! What if you got caught? Or what if-”

Chrollo laughed. Y/N frowned and turned around as Chrollo composed himself.

“The security was nothing. You know how much Shalnark likes a challenge, and I do think you’re forgetting just who you’re talking to, don’t you think, love?” Chrollo kissed Y/N’s free hand and pulled them close. “Do you like it, or do I need to return it?”

“I love it, Chrollo.”

Nodding, Chrollo wrapped his arms around Y/N’s frame. His hands found purchase on their back and hip, kneading the soft skin there. Y/N giggled as he held them and scrunched their nose when they felt his hands squeeze their body.

“Of course, it pales in comparison to you. But, like I said before, it was pretty, and it reminded me of you.”  

Rolling their eyes playfully, Y/N disengaged themselves from Chrollo’s grasp. They set the figure carefully on a dresser, before backing Chrollo up until the back of his knees hit their shared bed. Chrollo smiled as Y/N straddled him.

“What about it reminded you of me?” Y/N asked coyly.

Chrollo reached up, gripping Y/N stomach and waist, whilst Y/N batted their eyelashes and did their best to look coquettish.

“At first, it was the figure itself. But then, a little bit of research into it caused me to make some discoveries. It’s rare, it’s beautiful, and some people think it depicts a goddess of love and fertility. I think it’s an apt fit for my lover, don’t you?” Chrollo said. He wore his usual calm on his face, but Y/N grinned as the trail of their hands underneath his shirt colored his cheeks a rosy hue. Chrollo arched into Y/N’s touch, and Y/N could hear anticipation hanging on every breath he took.

“Love and fertility, hm?” Y/N teased. “I think I want to test that theory.”

[bakerstreethound]

Anything But Okay

Relationship: Loki x gender neutral reader

Summary: Loki comes to your aid while you're distressed.

Warnings: emotional distress, angst, mentions of blood, turmoil and a chaotic past

a/n: wrote this mid feels and very late so please excuse any minor spelling errors & the like. As always don't claim, copy, repost or translate to any sites. Heavily inspired by the song Are You Really Okay? By Sleep Token

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He heard the gut wrenching sobs behind the door before he opened it, the sight of you before him like a knife to his gut. Teary eyes, your hands tugging at your hair, covers tangled around you in a catastrophic cocoon.

You fought off another sob, sounding more like a wounded animal than a human being. You are tired, so tired if it all the expectations, the anxiousness brimming over, not being able to tell others how you feel. How could you when so many left and you don't know how to love in return? Let alone care for you know most only take advantage.

"Darling," Loki's brows furrow as he swallows, rushing over to your side, hesitantly wrapping you up in his arms, and thankfully, you obliged falling into him and his familiarity. He smells so good you can't help smiling a little, the ache in your body and mind subsiding for the moment. You were with Loki. He hasn't abandoned you.

"L-loki, shit I'm so sorry I'm fine it's nothing," you shudder, baffled he's still holding you, your tears staining the bedsheets crimson.

You hate when this happens, drowning in your own demise, leaving more scars upon your soul, on your bed. Of all that had to happen, you had to be born a freak, bloodshed your companion, offerings of red sacrificed in your name, yet you wanted none of it.

"Love, you're not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong?" His eyes usually stone cold around the Avengers are soft warm and understanding and you trust him, he's the only one you ever can trust.

You sigh, pushing the blanket off of you settling back into him as he adjusted himself on your bed despite the stains. "Heavy head and heart, the ghosts of the past keep coming reminding me I'm going to forever be alone and reminding me of all I lost. They tell me I can't know what love is, like walking a living hellish nightmare over and over living the same mistakes. I don't know who I am anymore, Loki, or what I'm supposed to be. I've lost twice before, Loki in the past I fear I may be time to give up. Am I so inhuman, so monstrous, so unwanting yet wanting love and care be wrong? What's to become of me, to us?"

Loki says nothing and another sob breaks free your shoulders shaking. Years of tormenting yourself not crying haven't helped matters and you always thought tears weak, especially yours now staining your arms red.

Why couldn't you for once be normal, not a freak an anomaly always passed over and forgotten? That is a fine line isn't it? Wanting certain love and care but not believing yourself worthy and bokting when you realize you can't reciprocate jn the manner they want.

But Loki....he is always there for you, you grew to love him and he for you, but times like these when you're thrown back to your past shackled to the torment your demons feed upon, he's there soothing you with another story.

He begins calm cool collected, lressing a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around yoir waist and you can feel the steady beating of his heart, tethering you to the present, away from your treacherous worthless past where everything was grey and red until he arrived.

"Let me take us back to those autumn days we laid on the orchard, watching the stars and making fun of Thor and betting how fast he could fly across the sky. The picnics Freya would make watching after us long after we came back to the palace late, a knowing look in her eyes as she gave us wine before wishing us well. She adores you, loves you like her own."

"She always gave us wonderful picnics."

"You know she did prep them all her own, never let anyone else help her besides me, when she requested special wine."

A gentle quiet falls between you before you speak. "I miss her. She was always so gracious and you cared about her a lot."

He smiles softly turning you to face him, his skin cool against yours. "I loved her truly, she was a good mother to me, always encouraged me to find the right companion; one who made my mischievous heart take flight."

"Well you got a marvelous screw up."

His lips purse into a thin line. "Not a chance." He presses his lips against yours and you lose yourself to him, your achy heart resting against his thumping strong in his chest. "You don't have to be okay all of the time, love. It's okay to ask for help." He praises giving you a chance to breath before asking."Now, how is my favorite person?"

"Much better than okay now." Your cup his fave, eyes full of tears yet again pressing your lips against his, embracing the fall knowing he'll catch you no matter what despite your faults, your fears, and your past.

[moved828376278]

Hello!!!! just a random anon here, hope your doing well!! And I came here to request a poly relationship with, token x reader x kenny with a reader who's short and shy but is a whole new person when you meet her/them-

(You can do gender neutral or female reader!!)

this is such a cute idea! i decided to do gender neutral so it’s more inclusive :) this is also my first time writing polyamorous relationships so critique is welcome!

POLY TOLKIEN AND KENNY WITH AN S/O WHO’S SHY AT FIRST!

[ gender neutral ]

>> reblogs appreciated!

- kenny and tolkien were dating when they both noticed they liked you, so they decided to take you out to dinner and ask you if you’d like to join their relationship, and luckily, you said yes!

- since you were so shy, kenny was nervous to flirt with you at all in the beginning of the relationship.

- he didn’t wanna accidentally cross a boundary!

- tolkien was more relaxed, he knows you wouldn’t have said yes if you were uncomfortable with him.

- when you start opening up and being more rowdy, kenny lets himself relax and joke around with you.

- tolkien loves to watch you both laugh and run around, you are the people he loves most.

- you three often take turns being the little spoon when sleeping, but you always wake up with kenny laying in some uncomfortable position, like his entire body weight on you, or his foot in tolkien’s face.

- tolkien loves listening to you ramble about your interests and problems you have in life, and he doesn’t provide solutions unless you ask.

- kenny forces tolkien to buy just dance so he can beat you in it, but you both end up losing by a landslide by tolkien.

- they both love you so much, and wouldn’t trade you for the world and more.