#vessel fanfiction

[34tmyh34rt]

Sleep Token Shenanigans

Smut ahead!!!

A/n: I can’t stop thinking about Vessel eating pussy 😫

Tags: gn reader, afab reader, no pronouns except for ‘you’, vessel x reader, eating out, overstimulation

Vessel eating you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. You’ve came more times than you’d like to admit, stuck with his head between your thighs and muscular arms hooked around them so can’t they move an inch.

You whimper and whine, weakly bucking your hips in an attempt to cease the constant stimulation - it’s so hard to stay still when he’s so rough with your most sensitive parts - but he just can’t get enough of your pretty little pussy

It feels so amazing your brain is practically melting - he’s so good at making your belly flutter and your pussy gush

Your hands dig into his hair and pull, he lets out a low grown at the tug and it almost makes him more aggressive. You try to grab anything you can, your sheets, your own hair, him - anything to ground yourself. You can feel his spit and your slick drip down and mix onto the sheets.

Your legs are shaking and you’ve practically lost your voice from all your cute moans. But your perfect boy won’t move until you can’t think of anything but his tongue in your messy cunt <3

a/n: Omg omg lmk what you thiiiiink. This is so short but it’s my first post so

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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.” 

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

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[thefreakymunson]

Give, chapter 1

CW: bondage, rope, forced situation, Non-consensual.

You tugged against your restraints, a bratty hmph coming from your lips as you watched him standing beside the bed.  You wanted – no.  You needed him to do anything but stand there and watch you so tantalizingly.  He was mocking you without even saying anything.  Once again, you were cursing yourself for being such a heavy sleeper.  You had woken to find yourself stripped naked – not that he had much to remove – and a twine rope securing your hands through your headboard.  You found out immediately that when you tugged on the ropes, the noose tightened around your neck, something that was the work of the psycho that had been haunting your nights. 

His white mask showed only his mouth and a maybe a inch of his chin.  The black satin cloak hid much of the mask and flowed behind him while he walked around the room.  Sometimes his skin was painted stark black, other times, like tonight, he was free of any pigment.  Pale white skin shone through the cloak, exposing his bare chest, torso, and the sinful dip of the muscles laced along his hips.  The black jeans dipped low on his hips with only a small, thin patch of dark hair that trailed up to his navel peeking out. 

The first time you saw him, terror filled your entire body from head to toes, keeping you frozen to your spot as he walked through your bedroom.  He stared at you from the doorway, turned to face you fully, and smiled like a Cheshire cat before he flicked the light off in the hallway and you heard him descending into what felt like a never ending darkness of your house.   It took all of 3 seconds for you to jump out of bed after hearing your front door close to run to your phone and call 911.

The cops, obviously, were no fucking help.  They filed a report, told you to call then if anything else happened, and then were ignored when you called for an update.  Since then, the masked man had made nine different appearances in your house.  The fear he invoked had slipped away because he done nothing but stare at you for a few minutes and then walk away.  He reached for your foot one time and when you jerked away, his glare became icy and he instead reached for your bedframe, white knuckling it so tightly that you heard the wooden beam crack a few times.  Apparently, jerking away from him deeply angered him…and your poor expensive bedframe was the victim. 

“Are you going to fucking talk to me or just stand there like a goddamned psycho?” You glared at him, watching as he moved to sit on his knees at the foot of your bed, “The psycho that you so clearly are.”

You watched as his hands slid up the mattress and up to your feet and only then did you realize your ankles were also tied to the bed.  You tried your hardest, tugging on the ropes as you fought against them.

“What the FUCK do you want from me?” You spat, glaring at him.

“Can’t jerk away from me now hmm, love?” He asked, and you damn near froze at his voice.

Deep, thickly laced with a British accent, and matched his physique entirely.  He had to stand at nearly 6’4, arms and legs longer than you had ever deemed imaginable on a human.  Lean muscles adorned his bare abdomen and you watched the muscles move like sinewy strings under his skin as he crawled further up your bed.

“So you can speak.” You glared at him, watching as calloused fingers slid up the inside of your ankle.    He was staring at you like you were some statue made of marble, admiring the intricate details as if you were on display.  In many ways you were on display, for his eyes and hands to grope and touch and while you hated it, there was a mysterious err about him that was starting to drive you wild.

“When I chose to speak, I do.”

“And when you chose to sneak into anyone’s house, you do.”  You said mockingly.

A deep rumble emitted from his chest and you realized a second later that he had laughed at you.   This arrogant, creepy, obsessive motherfucker laughed at you.  If you weren’t currently tied down at all four corners of your bed, you’d have landed a kick right between the six eyes of his mask. 

“What do you want from me?” You asked, frustration evident in your voice and the tears threatened to follow. 

You received no answer as his fingers, long and thin, ghosted up over your knees and to the insides of your thighs. 

“Answer me!” You yelled, attempting to close your thighs around his hands to keep them away from your most sensitive area and yet you did not succeed.  The twine rope halted any movements, keeping your legs open and making you feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Are you going to kill me?”  You swallowed thickly, “What?  You break into some girls window, tie her to the bed, and then fucking kill her?  Are you that big of a coward?”

“Why’d you stop making the police reports?”  He asked quietly.

“What?”

“The police reports.  Why’d you stop making them after I left?”

“How do you know?”

“That’s not important, baby.”  He shook his head, “Why’d you stop making them?”

“Because clearly they weren’t doing anything to stop you.”  You huffed, tensing as you felt his thumb sweep over the junction of your hip.  His hands were traveling further up your body slowly.  This sick fuck was taking his time humiliating you.

“Is that all?”

“What?”

The sound of his laugh, deep and rumbly, filled the air again as he slid his large hand up and over your stomach.  He leaned closer to you and in the dimly lit room, just beyond the mask, you could see two blue eyes staring at you so something you had never saw before.

“Dear diary.  He was back again tonight.  The scent of his cologne left behind in his departure still fills my room. He doesn’t seem to want to hurt me.  I’m not even sure if he’s human at this point.  Surely, they would’ve told me if my house was haunted, right?”  He smirked.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized what he was doing.  He had been reading your diary.  This sick fuck had been snooping on so many other levels…

“Dear diary.  Fourth visit tonight.  I watched him climb in through the window and yet I did nothing.  He took a step towards me and I found myself frozen in fear and maybe even…excitement.  Why does the thought of this unknown man excite me?” 

Your breath hitched as you felt his strong hands slide further up your stomach and rest just below your chest, his fingers skirting along the underside of your breasts.  You watched as he licked his lips and then bent down, his tongue flicking against your nipple before he sucked it into his warm mouth.  Your body betrayed you, slightly arching up into his mouth, before he let it fall from his lips with an audible pop.

“Dear diary,” he said before pausing a minute to blow a stream of cool air over your wet nub, hardening it further, “He didn’t visit me tonight, but I saw him in my dreams.  Seems he is haunting me while awake and in my sleep.  I’m embarrassed at how I woke up, my panties a mess from the sinful dream.  I shouldn’t want this or him, but maybe he’ll visit me tonight.”

You swallowed your tears down, the lump in your throat getting tighter and tighter by the second as he moved to your other breast.  The callouses of his palms gently scratched at your skin as his hands stroked down over your stomach and you felt your body undilute underneath him, ignoring your mind screaming at you to stop.  You didn’t want this – you didn’t want him near you, and yet…as his fingers slid down to your pussy, you could hear the ultimate betrayal.  A soft groan escaped his throat as he felt just how wet you were.   Two fingers glided through your slit, the sound of your arousal filling the otherwise quiet electrified air around the two of you.  You reached to stop him, arms jerking down to your sides when you suddenly remembered the rope tightening around your neck.  “Rough situation, huh, baby?” He smirked behind the mask, “Trying to stop me just cuts off your option to breathe…meaning stopping me might literally kill you.” 

“You’re a fucking freak,” you gasped, still struggling against your ankle restraints, trying to close yourself off from him or trap his hand there for forever – you still weren’t sure of which option you wanted. 

“Hmm, ouch.”  He mocked hurt, sliding the two long digits just inside of your throbbing cunt.  You fought against the urge to rock your hips down, force more of his fingers inside of you.  He didn’t deserve that satisfaction of knowing just how bad you wanted him. “If I’m a freak, then so are you, baby.”  He said, pulling his fingers away from you and stepping away with a small wicked smirk. He reached up, untied your ropes, and you breathed a sigh of relief when the tightness around your throat was relieved.  Just as you were snapping back into fight mode, you jerked your hands free of the ropes and sat up, arms immediately in a defensive position.  And in the blink of an eye, he was gone, the room empty of anyone else besides you.  If it weren’t for your ankles still tied to the bed, you would’ve sworn you had imagined him entirely. 

[velvet-paradox]

Heartstrings (Part Three)

Heartstrings (Part Three) Pairing: Vessel x Female reader Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW, 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, there's some drug mentions, angst, Vessel hurts readers' feelings, he's caught between a rock and a hard place, some flashbacks, how Sleep slips into Vessel's life, mention of self harm and a reunion! Tagging: @synnersaint @megangovier20 @thesoundresoundsecho

ENJOY!!!

He couldn't remember whose idea it was to break into the city pool well after hours but you'd all hopped the iron fence, II had let you step on his back to get over the height of it. Trying to keep quiet was hard, you and the boys had gotten high an hour before which lead to you all splashing each other to cool down.

Someone else was there though.

Some girl that had caught Vessel's eye that spring had tagged along, he wasn't sure she'd get into the antics of maybe getting busted, but she joined just the same. Clinging to his arm while his besties floated or somersaulted beneath the chlorine.

He watched you float by as the girl rested her head on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm? Nothing's wrong."

The girl grunted. "I know we haven't hung out a whole lot, Ves but I can tell when something is bothering someone and you sir, are a bundle of nerves."

Vessel sighed with a shrug, focusing on III dunking IV. "It's nothing really. Don't worry about it."

She didn't press any further, which he was grateful for because how do you express to someone you're going steady with that all you care about is floating several feet from you, fully dressed without a care in the world? You didn't belong to him but in a way you did and he touched the necklace as an afterthought.

"That thing is so gaudy." She laughed and Vessel jumped as if she were made of fire, touching it. "Where'd you get it?"

"Y/N; she found it."

"Y/N found it and you wear it? What does it mean?"

It means everything.

"Uh well," Vessel started, his mind still a bit on the fuzzy side. "We play a game with it. She wears it for three days and I have to do whatever she says and then it's my turn."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You do whatever she says? What if she told you to jump in front of a moving car?"

Vessel snickered. "I have."

"And you just did it?!"

"Well to be quite fair, I deserved it. I did dare her to lay down on a set of train tracks until we heard a whistle."

"Oh my God!"

"It's all for fun though."

"Wait-- so only you two play the game, not them?" She pointed to the three boys attempting to play chicken and failing miserably.

"No. Just us."

"Sounds childish." She shrugged and got up from the bench, lighting up a joint of her own.

Was it? You two had been playing so long it just flowed easily, just something you did like take a shot, curse when a car cut you off, growl when you stubbed a toe. It was natural. But as he sat there, dry as bone on the pool bench he was a little upset.

Not with you and not necessarily at her either but the way she'd said like. Like he shouldn't be having fun, indulging like he was too old for playground games, even if he did enjoy them.

"Hey sourpuss," you said, splashing his shoes with water as your crossed your arms over the stucco concrete of the pool siding. Wet and glistening and smiling. "You comin' in or what?" ….

III knocked on the bedroom door, red wisps of memories dissipated entirely once the lankier man peeked inside. "You up?"

Vessel rolled over, having apparently fallen asleep as the bright light from the window was now setting beautifully below the horizon. He pushed himself up, still holding onto the necklace.

"Uh yeah man, what's up?"

"You got yerself a phone call, mate."

Vessel made his way downstairs, the boys made themselves scarce while he padded over to the tipped over receiver. smoky yellow with faded number pads. "H-hello?"

"Hello yourself."

Vessel gripped the bottom of the phone, his heart beating in his ears as if he were underwater.

"Ves? You there?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm uh I'm here. How are you? It's been awhile."

"I know," you apologized and Vessel couldn't help but coil the cord around his fingers. "It's been forever. I hope you're not mad I sent you the necklace."

"I'm not but-- wait. How do you get this number?"

"Ask II."

Jerk off, Vessel grumbled but stayed on the line. "I'm not surprised actually. I haven't held the necklace in so long, feels foreign but… familiar. I can't believe we wore that thing constantly."

"I know! We had some good times with it though. So uh… not to be pushy after all this time but-- would you be game?"

"What do you have in mind?" ….

"MARRRIED?! Y/N's getting fuckin' MARRIED?!" III freaked out, IV gasped and II didn't make a sound. "She can't. She can't marry some loser!"

"You don't know if he's a loser, III." Vessel grumbled, the blood was rushing and pooling in his head, clogging his ears and making him close his eyes to block out III's dramatics, with his fingers at his temples. He'd been laid up upside down for twenty minutes after your phone conversation. Vessel bit back tears at your excitement, squealing on your end with glee.

"Says you!" III exclaimed and stomped around the living room. His heart broke into fractions, little petals of his heart fell to his feet. Sleep tsked in the corner.

"You know good and God damn well brother, that she belongs with us. A falling out, sure, that can be mended but to marry off to someone she barely knows… I don't like it. Not one bit."

"By the sound of it you'd think it was you whose still in love with her."

The room fell insanely silent. All eyes were on Vessel when he cleared his throat.

"After all this time…"

"It's not that big of a deal, honestly."

"You shouldn't lie to them, my pretty little host," Sleep cooed and manifested right in front of Vessel's face, hanging there like a fly caught in a spiders' web. "You should tell them how badly you miss her, pine for her, that you've been waiting for her until the end of time. Y/N is your puzzle piece is she not?"

Vessel let out a shaky breath as the other guys chatted and made all kinds of accusations and scenarios. Maybe this was a cry for help, a plea, she was trapped maybe. That Stockholm Syndrome shit.

Something foul.

He may have told them you were engaged, someone had taken his place; that had been heartbreaking enough. What he didn't tell them was that you'd dared him to walk you down the isle, give you away, hand you off to some stranger.

Tears slipped out of his eyes and made tracks over his eyebrows and hairline as the boys continued to argue. Maybe he'd give in and fly out to see you, see for himself with his own blue eyes that you were in fact safe and in love and not grasping at straws for your past life.

Maybe. Maybe…

"Calm yourself now, Vessel. If you keep up that heartrate Y/N will be able to hear from the parking lot!" Sleep quipped in his ear, dangling over his shoulder like an afghan shawl on his grandmother's couch. Vessel did in fact let himself go, along with the other eepy's in tow, all just as excited to see you again. Three years is a very long time after all.

Three years of heartache and loneliness he'd turned into music, got those fragile pieces out of his nervous system, out on paper and murdered with ink. He thought about that journal entry when he'd caught you kissing IV, tear stained pen reminded him of too many things.

The accident.

Only it wasn't an accident. More like an incident you weren't meant to overhear and one that he horribly regretted.

….

"Take that ugly thing off."

"What?"

"That stupid necklace! You can't honestly tell me you think that thing looks good on you?"

Vessel frowned behind his homemade mask. It wasn't Tommy Hewitt levels of grotesque or made of human skin but he was experimenting with becoming more anonymous lately. You'd gotten him into another fight of sorts, the one left a gnarly scar on his cheek that made him more self-conscious than he had been before. Even if you did claim he would be more devil-may-care that way if he chose to show his face.

Red flags flew up and landed at his feet at her words. She was being nasty and for no good reason.

"I don't see the problem with it. Or why you have a problem with it." In the back of his house he'd followed her outside when you showed up, happy and full of spirit. Vessel remembered it had just began to rain and you had shook off your head and kicked away your boots.

She had a problem with you and he couldn't understand why.

"Because you blind idiot! She's in love with you and you wearing that God awful necklace every three fucking days isn't helping and it's driving me nuts!" She shouted.

Vessel didn't know what to say.

He'd never been yelled at like that before especially by a girlfriend!

"I'm going to say this very clearly now, alright?" She motioned with her hands, rearing on Vessel in the back garden like she was reprimanding some rotten child. "What means more to you? Me or some silly little necklace Y/N found messing around in dirt? Hmmm? You're an adult now Vessel, a man. A grown man playing foolish games with a foolish girl with a foolish promise. Soulmates don't exist, Vessel. Fate isn't real."

Vessel took his time, holding the beads and coins in his painted hands, memories, all fond and full of fun and fancy. "It's real to us."

"Us? You and Y/N… why are you wasting my time? If you love her so damn much why aren't with her instead?"

"I'm not… I'm not wasting time. I like you."

"But you love her."

"That's not that same thing and you know it."

"Do I, Vessel? What I do know is this," She stood toe to toe with him then, soft hands on his shoulders that felt like a fire poker in a blacksmiths' cool bucket. "Either you tell me and show me how much I mean to you and take that dirty thing off or you go on and tell her you want to be with her and let me go. I can't sit by here another day knowing your heart only belongs to her."

Vessel didn't like this. At all. Commitment, ultimatums, hard lines drawn in the sand. It made him nervous, edgy, uncomfortable.

Yet on the one hand he knew what she was saying. That's why she didn't like you. You were filling the position she had wanted. So Vessel clutched the necklace, determined not to hurt or maim either one of you with his action of pulling the coins over his head. She smiled and watched as he held it in his hands. He'd just put it right back on once she'd left anyway.

No harm no foul, right?

Only it was the worst thing he could've done in that moment. Save for what he told her next.

"There. See? It doesn't mean anything, just some thing lost in the dirt. "

"Is that true?"

Vessel's face dropped, clutching the thing in his hands and with a grimace turned to face you behind him at the back door.

"Y/N-- it's not what it looks like."

"Vessel…"

"It means nothing to you?" You asked, your voice a little watery as you stepped down into the garden, your eyes only on him. "Was it all just a game then? None of this is real? Are you even my friend?"

This was certainly real as he could feel his heart began to scramble and throb out of his chest, up his throat and threatened to lurch out of his mouth at any given second. He could see you cry, muffled words and actions, your hands up in the air in anger he'd never felt the wrath of. You were shouting at him, even louder than his girlfriend had been moments ago. There were other dark figures filling the space behind you as you cried.

Only when you'd snatched the necklace from his hands, did he suddenly come back to life.

"It's a mistake I'm sorry I'm sorry--"

"This means nothing now Vessel! You ruined it," you pointed, gripping it so tight he was scared you might break skin. You righted yourself, not bothering to wipe your wet face, lashes full of dewy tears as you spat on the ground with a shiver and sniffle. Your eyes were like lava, molten and insanely hot with purpose. "You ruined it. If this means nothing to you, none of it at all… then neither does this."

You could hear a pin drop.

A shattered mirror; broken glass on a stone floor.

Pain.

Vessel watched you grab both sides of the necklace and tear in two. Beads and coins fell to the wet ground. He couldn't believe it. He didn't mean to… but it was too damn late.

You double fisted what was left and before you left his house for the last time, crying and rushing past your friends, even as they called after you, you had said the one thing he'd replayed over and over in his mind for the last three years.

"Game. Over."

He kicked everyone out after that, needing to be alone was an understatement. He broke plates and windows, screamed out in agony for the tenth time, the thought of the police being called was fleeting. And honestly, he'd probably want them to take him. He'd held a shard of what was left of his bathroom mirror to the tender side of his wrist. Pushing it in just enough to let his nervous system alarm him. All he saw was red.

Viscous red.

"You'll regret that, you know?" A raspy voice sang out in the mess that was left of his bathroom, bloody knuckles spilled over black paint, under his nails as he gripped the shard tighter. Had someone broken in while he tore his house apart? An intruder? A vagrant? Vessel looked around but came up empty.

"What do you want?" Vessel asked behind the shower curtain, scared of what might greet him on the other side.

"I'm here to help, silly. You poor thing tsk tsk tsk, such anguish you're in. What peril, one wrong move and you'll be on the other side with no way to fix what it ahead of you."

Vessel stood up, back to the ugly green tiles of his shower. sticking out the glass the other way now. "What are you-- what are you saying?"

"I can help you," the raspy voice swirled and sounded like it was coming at him from every angle possible. Above, below, in both ears and out of his own throat as if he were talking out loud to himself. Even though his voice was nowhere near what he was hearing. "I am in need of a new host and you my boy, absolutely reek of perfection."

"Go away. Whoever you are."

"Are you sure, boy?"

Vessel fell over, slashing at the air when a blood red cat with six black eyes perched at the top of his shower curtain, swaying its' tail and tilting its' head at him. "Ah! What the fuck?!"

" 'ello Vessel."

"Ho-ow do you know me?"

"I've known you a long time my boy, you just didn't need me like you need me right now," the red cat disappeared and reappeared at his feet, hugging Vessel's legs, looking up with blinking black eyes. "Like I've said; I can help you. All you need to do is ask?"

"Ask? Ask what?"

"I am in need of a host, you believe in me and everything and I do mean everything you've desired will be yours. I know you've lost a friend, a true, honest and loyal friend this night. Pity."

"I can't lose her, please. If you'll bring her back to me I'll do whatever the fuck you want."

"Now now, no need to be vulgar, Vessel." The red cat leapt and floated up to Vessel's eye level, eyes blinking one at time before it outstretch its' paws to his forehead, or where his forehead would be behind his handmade mask. Inky eyes merging into one as he gave in, without question. "It's quite simple really. Become my host. Take me in, swallow me whole and accept what is given so freely."

"And in return?"

"You do as I say."

"And for me?"

The cats' grin was evil, sinister even, all fangs and obtusely sharp and dripping with desire. "I will keep a very close on Y/N, she'll be protected but only if you succumb to me. Be my host, be my arms and legs darling boy," the cat said its' name, an ancient deity of desire, once a pillar of hope and granted longing. "Become you're true form; become my vessel, Vessel." ….

"Think she looks the same?"

"Will we recognize her?"

"Will she recognize us?"

"Of course she will! You're pretty hard to miss all the way up there!" II jeered up at III, bags in hand as they made their way through the bustling airport. They got looks, that was to be expected with their faces concealed with balaclava's. Security would have a field day and detain them rather quickly if they wore their full gear.

"Knock it off or I'll make you even shorter, punk." III countered and made II trip.

A feral squeal erupted throughout the airport, everyone looked around, the crowd of people parted as if this were some choreographed event or some dance mob scenario because as the people began to part and step aside, grab their loved ones, their children, their service dogs… there you stood at the end of the airport.

You were jumping and waving your arms around frantically, motioning for them to come closer, to hurry up that you might combust.

"She looks so happy." Vessel mumbled nervously the closer they got to you, Sleep appeared on top of his head, dangling his little paws over Vessel's forehead.

"She's about to be a lot happier, my boy."

You grabbed II and hauled him into a giant hug, somehow getting him up off his feet for a millisecond, IV did manage to pick you up after cupping your face and patting your head. III swung you around like a ragdoll, all eyes wet with feelings and lost sands of time.

"There you are." You said once III set you down, stepping over a downed duffel bag and marched right up to Vessel, excited and thrilled to see him wearing the necklace, the trinket of years ago swaying against his chest.

You smelled the same, God you looked good and healthy. Your arms locked around his shoulders, raising yourself up on to your tip toes. You hugged him tighter until he returned the same generous embrace.

"I missed you so much." You admitted and that made Vessel shudder and heat through like an oven. "I have so much to tell you."

"I missed you too." Vessel whispered back and as he pulled away he was uncertain by the watery look in your eyes. He thought they were glossy from happiness but the way you sniffled, took his hand, pointing towards the open doors to the outside world beyond, he wasn't so sure.

[ghost-inthe-hall]

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Me: ........ Vessel in a maid outfit 😏

EDIT;

YES (also the added pic is lovi & the inspo)

[awingedinsect]

Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?

I am convinced the sluttiest thing a man can do is be him✨

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part V

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading for me, you're the best bb!! ❤️❤️

Hello everyone!! This chapter is going to be a little more plot/lore heavy. But, we still get some sweet and flirty boys. IV brings Reader dinner and II is becoming more comfortable in his flirting. Thank you so much for reading, if you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

WARNINGS: None

Part IV - Part VI

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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Today was one of those times where your store was absolutely slammed. "I'll be right with you Jay, just give me one second." You clap the older man on the shoulder as you round the counter.

"No worries darlin', I got all day." He smiles cheerfully at you." You hurriedly set a fresh batch of coffee to brew, quickly cleaning up the station.

"Next batch will be done in about ten minutes guys." You smile as you pass by a tow of your usuals, a group of old timers that would set up shop at the shelf along one of the windows and spend their day drinking cups of coffee and playing scratch tickets.

"Now Miss (Y/N), don't you go running off, I got a vibe to pick with you young lady." You skidded to a halt, turning in your heels to face the myriad of curious stares.

"You better make this quick Randy, I got a line out the door." You huff with a sarcastic smile.

"I just want to know what you're doing hanging around with those cultists." Your eye involuntarily twitched as he spit out the word. "I'd just hate to see you get mixed up in that crowd."

"They're nice boys Randy." You hurry up to the counter as you continue to call over your shoulder. "It might do you some good to actually get to know them before you try to crucify them over nothing.

"Why don't you try inviting them to the Fall Festival?" Jay asks gently.

"Unfortunately I don't think they'd go. I know it's hard to believe but they're just as nervous about you as you are about them." You explain with a huff.

"I think it's worth a shot at least." He leans in a bit to whisper to you. "Now I can't speak for everyone obviously, but I think if the townsfolk actually got to meet them and see that they're not some big ol' scary monster in the woods… well, they might just come around." He offers his advice with a patient smile. "If you're saying they're a good group of guys I trust your judgment. Your word means a lot more to me than some blood thirsty reporter after a story."

"Thanks Jay, I'll ask them. Who knows, maybe they'll show up." He bids you farewell before leaving you to tend to the rest of your sea of customers. After what felt like an eternity your store was finally empty. You groaned, slumping over the counter. The cool linoleum felt nice against your sticky skin. You jolted up at the sound of the bell ringing above the door, eyes flashing over to reveal II and IV looking at you curiously. "Hey guys." You give them a tired smile.

"Everything alright, love? You look exhausted." II approaches the counter, his eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, just a long day." You explain. You sit down in your chair, resting your elbows on the counter. II copies your motions, his eyes searching yours, his nose just barely out of reach from bumping into you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You shake your head in response.

"You boys are already too good to me as it is." You giggle as II playfully rolls his eyes. "I'll be alright, just gotta do some quick cleaning before I go upstairs. Then it's a cup of ramen cause I'm too lazy to cook and shitty movie re-runs until I pass out on my couch."

"A cup of ramen isn't a meal, doll." He tuts.

"I know that, doctor." He chuckles at your sarcastic tone. "I'll be alright, one night without a proper dinner isn't going to kill me."

"I wish we could come help more around here, I hate seeing you so tired." IV chimes in, dropping an armful of snacks on the counter.

"I appreciate all your help, but I promise you, I'll be just fine." You respond with a reassuring smile. Neither of them seemed satisfied with your answer but they could tell you weren't in the mood to argue.

II sighs, "just promise me after you finish up here you'll go get some rest."

"You have my word." You chuckle. The two of them finish their shopping, idly chatting with you as you do some cleaning up. "Goodnight guys, get home safely." You wave as they head out.

"I better not come back here and see you exhausted tomorrow." II warns playfully.

"I'll try my best." He winks at you before pushing out the door. IV wishes you goodnight before joining his companion.

You collapsed on your couch with a groan once you finally made it upstairs. Despite how much you were trying to convince yourself you weren't hungry your growling stomach said otherwise. You lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly the familiar rumble of a pick up truck pulls into the lot. You stood, walking over to the window and pushing the curtain aside. You saw IV fumbling with something in his passenger seat before kicking the door open. You met him at the back door, he froze when he saw you standing at the top of the landing with a smirk spread across your features. "I, uh, I brought some food." He offers bashfully.

"Come on up IV." You chuckle before heading back inside. IV steps into your apartment, eyeing you curiously.

"I'm sorry I showed up without an invitation." He apologizes. You smile, taking a couple steps closer to him.

"You're welcome here anytime." He breathes out a laugh as his eyes dart to the floor. You offer to take the food for him, setting up a spot for the both of you on your couch. "I am curious, how did you manage to get fast food without raising any suspicion?" You ask as you pop a fry in your mouth. IV chuckles in response, adjusting to sit more comfortably.

"It's a funny story actually, I pulled up at the drive through and the kid working there told me he liked my costume." You laugh.

"Really?" He nods. The thought of the Fall Festival popped into your mind; how you would love to bring the four of them because you know they would have a great time, how it would give them a chance to see the town for what it really was, and of course your little crush on the charming masked men didn't help either. "IV, do you think Vessel plans on ever going into town? You know, aside from you guys making supply runs under the cover of darkness." You joke.

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know." He pulls his mask away from his face to take a sip of his drink. "I'm the newest of our little group so I can't give you the whole story, but from what I understand up until we reached here things weren't too great. There's a lot of people out there who want to get rid of us before they even have a chance to get to know us. We've been run out of town after town, sometimes through more… humane means… other times not so much. But, we have something good here, with the camp in the woods, with you." He pauses for a moment to smile at you. "That's something I want to try and hold onto for as long as I can."

You study him for a moment, "what if I tried to help?" You offer. "I could be the middleman for you. People in town know me, I grew up here, that has to mean something. I just… I don't want you to have to constantly be worried about someone being out to get you. I know that if they met you, if they got to know the people I know you are, they wouldn't be afraid anymore."

"I'm sure Vessel would be interested in hearing you out. Who knows, maybe you'll actually convince him." He chuckles. "Between you and me, if you bat those pretty little eyes at him, I'm sure you could convince him to do just about anything." He jokes as he shoots you a wink.

"I bet that line works on all the girls, huh?" You giggle, trying to shake off the heat that had settled in your cheeks.

"As long as it works on you I'm set." You playfully smack his arm. He nestles back into the couch cushions, letting out a soft groan as he stretches an arm over the back, the back of your neck buzzing as you feel his warmth seep into your skin.

"You're all a bunch of flirts." You smile at him.

"A bunch of flirts?" You roll your eyes at his mock annoyance. "It's not my fault that you're so captivatingly beautiful." You noticed that growing familiarity in your chest. The steady thrum of your heartbeat as you tried to hide your flustered state. IV leans in closer to you, his side pressed flush against your body. "Once I met you I understood what they were all fussing over." He chuckles before muttering, "the perfect being brought to us by Sleep." You turn to look at him, his hazy blue eyes coaxing you in deeper with every passing second.

"Who's… who's Sleep?" You whisper. IV tilts his head, a curious expression matching yours. The pieces must have clicked together because he returned to his usual smiling self a moment later.

"You'll find out soon, Vessel's probably waiting for the right time to explain." You accepted his explanation without a fuss. You trusted that if it was something you needed to know they would tell you. He glanced up at the clock, "I'm sorry to cut things short, love, but I should head back." You nod, standing and walking him over to the door.

"Thank you for bringing some food." You smile.

"Anytime." He responds with a wink. "Get some rest, alright? II will throw a fit." You both shared a laugh before IV reached out and pulled you into his arms. You froze at first, not fully comprehending that he had wrapped you in a hug. But, the moment realization set in your arms slipped around his torso. Neither of you were in a rush to let go, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence as IV held you close, gently swaying you from side to side.

"Goodnight, doll." His hand lingers in your hip, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺

❝sweet little bunny❞

➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!

cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.

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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??

this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets

whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet

short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing

goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good

vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you

always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it

he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars

and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”

you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.

“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.

your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”

“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.

his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.

that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.

vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.

this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.

he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.

your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.

and he was going to show that to you no matter what.

“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”

his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.

“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”

“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”

looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.

“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.

he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”

and he moved even faster.

[funera1pyre]

nothing will ever change my mind on how vessel most definitely gets off watching the others fuck you

II sometimes goes too hard and vess reminds him to take it easy

III fucks you like a lil bunny in heat and vessel degrades the both of you

IV insists on vessel joining the two of you so you have both their dicks in you..

[dy6nsty]

*slides underneath your door discreetly*

request for sleep token with a uh..*checks notes* another female (reader) in the band? like one who plays an instrument and sometimes does backing vocals? don't feel obligated to do it, luv u dear ♡♡

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MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS. YES.

Sleep Token x Fem!Band member

ReaderRelationship: Rom [Fem nicknames used!]

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Vessel:

He’s content with having both a back up vocalist and guitarist. Now he has two which comes in handy!

Likes to put you in parts where both of your voices mix together. Soft songs or songs that leave more into the metal side its a good mix between the both of you.

Gets a little touchy when singing next to you (If you do get to roam with the microphone like he does)

Loves your voice in general, has a smile on his face when you start singing with him.

Back to the thigh thing. I’m betting money he still grabs your thighs. Sexual or not it’s a satisfying thing to him when he’s singing and you’re strumming the guitar.

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IV:

Gentle kissing randomly. Motions with his hands for you to come over and starts kissing down until you smack him to stop.

‘helps’ fix ur instrument. But instead he’s just adding a reason to come over to you.

He can fix your guitar.. But most of the time he has a tendency to hold it above your head for a while to see how high you can jump.

Stands next to you while you do your vocal parts, definitely would tease you but doesn’t want you to get distracted. (He already distracted.)

Stole your microphone once. Vessel was pissed since you had to follow late behind him.

Calls you “Pretty girl.” I don’t make rules, it’s just written for me. He finds your voice absolutely gorgeous.

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III:

We’ve seen him with IV. Now with you? No gentle kissing, you’re getting aggressive ones. (Who doesn’t tho.)

Goes over your lyrics / parts in rehearsals together or in private to spend time with you.

Stomping sessions feel necessary. He’ll stomp over to you with his guitar and look dumbfounded if you don’t stomp back to him.

Beckons for you to come over so he can kiss you. (This band kisses like every thirty minutes.)

SINGING? Weak in his knees. Bopping his head or singing under his breath with you. “Your voice is really… pretty.” He continues on with many words to describe your voice.

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II:

Can’t really go anywhere but his fingers can surely make motions!

Compliments your singing after the show or when you come up to his little area.

Watches you play your instrument or stomp around with IV and III when you play guitar

Waits for you to come over to him but will wave his hands in the air if it takes you a little while. Give him a lil kiss.

EYE CONTACT. He is keeping eye-contact while you play/sing. He has full eyes on you, especially if you have a solo.

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Felt to horny in the first version so I tried to clean it up :)

[heyitsdeni]

I’ve been listening to Sleep Token’s new album over and over lately and i’m obsessed with Vessel’s new mask too!!! I started drawing the band in the cutie character style but wasn’t feeling it so I went more with my regular style!

I absolutely love this band!

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Vessel x GN reader.

Vessel and you with very obvious oral fixations hehehehee

It’s kept a secret. At first.

It begins with kisses. So many kisses. Always, all day, any chance either of you get. Your lips are always red and puffy when Vessel is around because you just can’t stop kissing him.

He eventually takes it up a few notches, when your lips tire and you just can’t keep up with him anymore, he gives you a few moments but he doesn’t want to stop. So he keeps going, moving down your jaw and making his way to your neck. He finds very quickly that your neck is his favourite place to bury his face. His lips wreaking havoc on the skin that resides there. But he just… can’t stop.

He cops it too. When he is fresh out the shower and his skin is warm and dewy. He crawls into bed, probably expecting an early night with you. But no, he’d be so so wrong. Because the moment you get your hands on him your lips are glued to his stomach. The soft pouch of skin that sits just above his waist band… fuck… your mouth waters just looking at it. You kiss and nip and suck at the beauty that is him. Leaving your marks all over his soft belly with a smile.

He starts to lose his mind a little. Always fighting a constant urge to drop everything and get his mouth on you. He sees the same look in your eyes. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his waist when he walks around without his top on. He loves to mess with you. Pulling his pants down just a little further than normal, letting them hang lower on purpose just to see if you’d crack. You never do. You’re stronger than he is.

But he’s nothing if not patient.

You don’t expect it. At all. Vessel knows this. But it’s his turn to cook dinner tonight, he’s stood at the stove stirring a pot of sauce he’d made. He wants you to try it but he stops you from reaching for a spoon. Your confusion disappears when you look at him and he’s already got two of his fingers, dripping with this sauce, hanging expectantly in front of your lips.

His smirk puts the word ‘smug’ to shame.

You hold eyes with him. Because if he wants to play this game then by god you’ll make him watch every minute of it. But your confidence diminishes the moment you wrap your lips around his fingers, and he knows he’s got you. Your eyes give you away immediately. Your pupils blow wide, and your eyes glaze over, telling him everything he needs to know about the state he’s got you in right now. By now the sauce that once coated his fingers is long gone but neither of you make any moves to pull away. He lets you enjoy this. Clearly awakening something within the both of you that he is just dying to explore.

To exploit.

And it’s then that Vessel has the small realisation that maybe his desire to have his mouth on you all the time extends beyond just wanting to kiss you. And he has an inkling that perhaps this little desire sits snug in your brain too.

He gently pulls his fingers from your beautiful lips, a string of saliva keeping the two of you connected as he reaches over to flick the stove off. You don’t even have time to wipe your mouth clean before his lips are on yours again. Dinner is immediately forgotten. His mouth will be occupied with someone much more delicious.

[writethrough]

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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Give, chapter 2 (Vesselxreader)

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“What’s your name?”

You had been woken up yet again to the feeling of someone staring at you.  Like clockwork, the tall strange man was leaning against your bedframe – shoulder smushed into the post as if it was supporting his entire weight.  Your room was dark, the only thing alerting you of his presence was the mask that the streetlight shown in against – illuminating the white plastic like some sort of ghostly figure.  He was covered in black paint by the looks of it tonight.

“Why does that matter?”

“Well I’d like to know who’s haunting my house at all odd hours of the night.”  You huffed.

“Haunting,” he said, lips spreading thin into a grin as he shifted his weight, leaning further against your bed post, “I like that.”

“Well?” You made no attempts to move.  You were still lying on your side, knees pulled protectively up towards your chest.  “It’s funny…” he spoke, and you could hear the floor creak as he moved, “You sleep like a shrimp.”

“A shrimp?” “Yes.”  He said, suddenly sounding very much closer to you.  You felt the bed dip and immediately jolted from your position to the other side of the bed, thankful he hadn’t tied you up and that you could move if you needed.  “You sleep like a shrimp and are as jumpy as cat.” “Yeah, well, you’re some strange man who just randomly appears in my house.  I don’t think we’ve established a meaningful friendship or trust yet, have we?” “Why would you ever establish trust in a strange man who just shows up in your house?”  He tilted his head to the side, “Haunts you, even.”

You glared at him as he moved further up to where you were just laying, his long body stretched out in front of you.  Your mind was screaming to run – get the fuck away from him because he was not supposed to be there.  And yet you didn’t move.  You were on the edge of the bed, far enough to where nothing was touching and for the moment, that felt safe.

“Hmm…you can call me Vessel.”

“Vessel?”

“I think it’s fitting…I’m the vessel that all your pleasure…your pain…your needs are met with.  I’ll be your Vessel and you’ll be…my puppet.”

Puppet.  Fucking superb nickname capabilities this guy had.  “Puppet,” you mimicked him, crossing your legs underneath you. “Also fitting.” “How?” “I’m the one who pulls the strings to make you squirm,” he said as he leaned forward, his breath washing over your chilled exposed shoulder, “I’m the one that makes those pretty thighs clench together at the mere thought of me.” “I don’t think of you.”  You spat back, feeling small and weak against him and he wasn’t even touching you but you were not one to falter. “Such a pretty mouth spreading all those lies,” he snorted as he leaned in closer, his head a few inches away from your face “I can smell your arousal from here.  The way you were whimpering and moaning before you woke up…I know you well enough to know that there’s no one else to plague your mind like I do.  I’m the one that makes your pussy weep, aren’t I?”

You swallowed thickly, forcing your body to do something instead of just letting the small whimper escape your throat.  If your mouth was closed, he wouldn’t hear it. 

“You’re not trying to hurt me tonight,” you said, watching as he leaned further over and turned on the lamp.  The room was illuminated in a soft orange glow, letting you see him entirely for the first time.  The  mask he wore was stark white with a red symbol in the middle of it, the 6 eyes were a bit off putting, but  in the middle set, thanks to the light, you could see two piercing blue eyes staring back at you.  “What are you?” You asked quietly, sitting up against the headboard, “Why the mask?  Are you in a gang?”

He laughed at that, a deep baritone sound that emitted from his chest as he watched you move. “A gang?” He grinned, “No.  A band maybe, but not a gang.” A band.  Your vessel was a musician.  The long scrawny fingers painted a deep black inching up your thigh looked like musicians fingers.  You could feel the callouses formed on the padding of tips of his fingers – a guitarist, maybe.  “You just go around breaking into woman’s homes and watching them sleep?” “Just you, darling.”  He said, slim fingers reaching out and brushing your hair behind your shoulder, “No one else has caught my eye quite like you have.” “Eyes…all six of them,” you retorted, earning another grin and soft laugh from him as he nodded. The feeling of relief swelling in your stomach didn’t sit right with your mind.  Lucky for you, you were the special one.  The one that the masked man had set his sights on…broke into your home…watched you sleep…yeah, real lucky.  His fingers trailed down your arm before he placed his full palm into the inside of your forearm, the warmth radiating into your chilled skin. “You’re cold,” he said, watching the goosebumps flesh out over your skin, “Let me warm you up.” “Take your mask off,” you said, watching his grip tightened around your arm.  You lifted your left hand up to reach for the mask, but were met with the force of his other hand pinning you down flat against the bed with a swift motion.  You gasped, eyes locking onto his face as he shook his head slightly. “Don’t touch the mask,” he said eerily calm, yet his hands were shaking, “You don’t get to know who I am.” “Ever?” “No.” He said, “Ever.”

“Then what’s the point?”  You shook your head, “What’s the entire point of this?” “You wouldn’t understand.”  He shrugged, nudging your knees apart as he moved to sit in between your legs.  He kept your hands pinned above your head, his grip painfully tight, and he cursed himself for thinking you were ready for the unbound meetings. “Why does this have to have a point?” He shrugged nonchalantly, “Are you that damaged that you think that this is anything more than sex?” You stared at him wordlessly, mouth slightly hung open.  No one had ever called you damaged before – he was right, but fuck him for that statement alone.  He switched both of your wrists over to just one of his large hands and you willed the tears away.  This man didn’t get the pleasure of fucking you AND the pleasure of seeing you cry.  It stung and for that, you’d make sure to sleep with your knife tomorrow.  There was no use in fighting him off now.  Not when deep down, you knew you needed this just as much as he did.

“You’re just my pet,” he said as he sat back, “To capture and torture as I please…you can take my pleasure or my wraith, however, that decision is up to you on which one gets produced.” He jerked your pants down with one swift motion, stopping himself once he realized you were not wearing underneath the thing fabric.  You heard the shaky sigh escape his mouth as his thumb glided through your folds, the evidence of your arousal still there from all the teasing earlier.  “Barely touched you, darling.”  He sighed, his thumb circling your clit as your hips bucked into his touch, “Does me hurting your feelings get you wet?  You want me to be mean, baby?” You clenched your eyes tight in embarrassment, too ashamed to tell him the truth.  While his words stung your eyes, they caused an entirely different sensation at your core, the evidence seeping down your thighs that spread for him instantly. “Poor Y/N,” Vessel cooed mockingly, “Such a broken girl so desperate for her intruder to touch her, hurt her feelings.  You’re pathetic, you know?  Such a pathetic fuckin’ whore.” You couldn’t even hide the sob that tried to slip past your lips, the sound a broken and choppy whimper.  He laughed darkly to himself, his slick covered thumb moving to trace over your bottom lip, spreading your taste over your mouth before he bent down and sucked your lip into your mouth. “Cry for me, slut.”  He whispered, his teeth raking over your lip as he let it fall from his mouth, “Wanna hear that pretty mouth sob for me, you desperate slut.” With his free hand, he reached down and freed himself of his jeans and for the first time, you saw him entirely.  Unlike the last time, you wouldn’t fight him.  You watched hungrily as his hand moved back and forth over his thick length, fingers squeezing just tight enough to illicit a groan from his lips.  You watched as his teeth drew his bottom lip in, biting back a groan as he thrust into his own hand.  You were too enraptured to say anything, eyes glued to his hand as he jerked himself off.  He slid his tip through your slit and each time you thought he was about to slide inside of you, he leaned further back and used the slick gathered on his cock to continue jerking himself off.  You watched as he crawled further up your body, moving to straddle your chest.  His breathing had gotten heavy, his cock visibly pulsing mere inches from your face.  His knees pinned your arms to the bed, freeing up both of his hands now.  He forced your lips apart, clenching your jaw so hard in his hands to force your mouth open, your throbbing pussy forgotten behind him.

A few more slick filled, groan filled moments, he was shoving his cock inside of your mouth as rope after rope of cum covered your tongue.  He groaned low in his chest, watching as you swallowed, your messy lips parting once again to gasp for breath.  He sat back further on your chest, pinning you further into the bed.  You could no longer feel your finger tips, the weight of his knees pinning them down cutting off the circulation.  He had made a mess of your face and as he sat back, admiring his work through mesh-covered eyes, he gave you a threatening smirk and stood up off the bed, walking back to your door as he fixed himself in his jeans.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”  You glared at him, wiggling your fingers as best as you could.

“I don’t fuck damaged girls, baby.”  He said, opening the door and then escaping into the dark part of your home…just like the previous night.

[velvet-paradox]

Heartstrings (Part Four)

Pairing: Vessel x Female reader

Length: Long

Warnings: NSFW, 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, in which Vessel tells you the truth.

Tagging: @synnersaintt @megangovier20 @thesoundresoundsecho @marmalademary

ENJOY!!!

It's quiet.

Everything is muffled, underwater.

Streaks of black stain and drip over the side of the tub like spiders legs. Vessel holds his breath under the water. It's surprisingly large enough to house his lithe frame, suspended in time, his mind reeling and with the weightless thoughts he's suddenly disrupted he nearly drowns. He opens his eyes under the murky water in time to see Sleep hanging over the shower curtain, red smoky paws propped under its' chin.

"Don't do that!" Vessel sputtered and wiped at his bare face, coughing up little hiccups of water.

"There's something you should know."

"Can't it wait? Jesus." Vessel huffed and sat up, splashing more water over onto the floor.

"I suppose it could but by then it will be too late."

"Too late for what?" Vessel pulled out the plug, the chain tickled his foot and he watched as the water disappeared revealing him in his glorious birthday suit. Sleep didn't care or couldn't be bothered to look away from his position, just watched with narrowed black eyes. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all, host."

Vessel sighed, and stood up, wrapping his waist with a fluffy, actually an extra fluffy towel. He secured it then gave his full attention to Sleep, even if he did huff and puff about it.

"Now, what is just so important?"

"He's a liar." Sleep spat, as if the words held venom and by the look on the little creatures' scrunched red face, it just might be.

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"Who do you think, sir? Y/N's fiancé. He's a phony! I'm surprised she didn't see it, he practically reeks of it. Foul thing to lie to the one you're supposed to love. He must be dealt with."

Vessel frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"Oh I do not think it my dear, Vessel. Oh no. I know it! I know a trickster when I see one," Sleep scoffed and swayed around the top of the medicine cabinet, sitting as politely as an otherworldly cat with six black eyes can. "I overheard him this morning, his conversation sounded promising so I went into his room and all was revealed."

Vessel started to panic. That awful ache in his chest made his stomach hot and his mouth sour.

"Go on."

"Well you see my dear boy…"

….

He hated it. Every second that passed seemed to linger a little too long, set the pace and tone for the dinner. Vessel was never uncertain about Sleep and what the red deity was completely capable of, always took his advice since the incident, had followed along its' path and yet he didn't have a single reason not to trust, right?

But as he sat, albeit uncomfortably beside you at some swanky restaurant in an industrial area of the city, he couldn't help but wonder if Sleep was playing tricks. Although he'd mentioned time and time again, much like old Louie had, that you two were destined to be together. Vessel could never say for sure but he hadn't been led astray so far and whether you knew it or not, the truth was in stone or so Sleep would mumble.

Breakable stones, apparently.

This guy, this Zeke guy, your fiancé was your soulmate. Not Vessel.

He poked around at the roasted vegetables on his plate, adorning everyone's features in this low lighting, the glimmer of your engagement ring. He clutched the necklace when III nearly fell out of his chair with his dramatic story, something new he'd learned about Elephants was very exciting to him.

You grabbed onto him and nearly toppled yourself over as well if it weren't for Vessel's turbo reflexes. He'd just grabbed the crook of your elbow, a mysterious white hot jab to his palm made him jolt. III settled down but when you looked at him, really looked at him, he felt as if you could see his whole life story (including the absent three year hiatus), a collection of thoughts and memories and the unknowns of the future.

"Are you really okay? You were so quiet at dinner." You asked, walking back to the hotel behind the others. Zeke was flowery in his own storytelling, II was eating it up like a fresh baked pie but IV had been skeptical. Looking over his shoulder and pretending to hang himself out of boredom.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Just tired you know. Jetlag and all." He said with a shrug. His palm still pulsed a bit.

"I'm glad you came. I don't what I would've done if you didn't." You admitted.

"You would still be getting married." That words filled his mouth dirt. He looked down when he felt your arm hook around his.

"I don't know. I feel like I need your approval for some reason. You wouldn't lead me astray."

Vessel didn't know what to say so he kept his mouth shut, patting your hand until you made back to the hotel and your respected rooms.

….

"She's gotta' know by now right?" IV asked the next afternoon, tapping his chin as he paced the room. "Sleep wouldn't just lie about something like that, would he?"

Vessel shrugged. All the blood rushing to his head as laid upside down on one of the stiff and scratchy recliners. III looked incredibly spindly from this angle, he thought.

"Oh shit! Is it here? Is Sleep in here, listening?" IV rolled off the bed and circled himself around, eyes frantic through the peep holes of his mask. If he didn't stop soon he'd be dizzy and sick and no one needed any of that mess, including housekeeping.

Vessel remained silent. Truth was Sleep never left his side. Well not exactly his side, he wasn't attached to the creature, not bodily, but Vessel would get little glimpses of those piercing, watchful inky eyes, wisps of crimson out of the corner of his eye. A few times Vessel had seen Sleep resting, unnoticed on one of their shoulders or at their feet.

"Well we gotta' tell her, right? We can't let this go on like this! She'll be absolutely heartbroken."

"Or worse." II chimed in.

"How do you mean?"

II sighed and slouched even further into the other recliner. "She could think were trying to ruin her big day. Alright so, say we do tell her 'hey Y/N by the way this chump is lying to you and isn't your true forever mate but because he see's how much of a catch you are and how lucky he'd be to lock you away, he's been pretending so.' Yeah, that sounds HORRIBLE. Or that we might be jealous. Ves should be the one to feel that shock, not that poser."

Blood pounded in Vessel's ears at II's words. Yes it would be terrible to hear something like that from close friends about your supposedly sacred mate. But… the shock part. Vessel squinted and sat up, shivering as he got a rush.

"What kind of shock?"

II snorted and crossed his hands over his belly. "Oh come now, you know. Didn't you pay attention in any of your classes?"

II cleared his throat and pretended to straighten some invisible tie before reciting the following:

Once one finds their mate,

Everything becomes white and clear,

For the shock of fate,

Makes them let go of fear

"Sheesh, you think you of all people would remember that!"

….

He hadn't. He must've forgotten it. Flashbacks of sitting in the back of his classes, doodling and filling the wide ruled pages of his notebooks with everything but lasting information. Back in the days of his "jester" make up, his happiness, reeking of coffee beans and tricks played. Eating SpaghettiO's cold, right out of the can as you and him would swing in gentle unison.

Zeke didn't come off as jealous as he sat with the guys, you'd banged on their hotel room door begging them to come out. You were desperate for a dance, like old times. Vessel even broke a smile as he watched III twirl you down the carpeted hallway.

You and III hadn't lost your rhythm or chemistry on the dance floor, the music of the club was smooth and easy enough to tap his feet to. Vessel looked over to see Zeke checking out some other girl in a low cut top adjust her cleavage. A wandering eye and a liar. Fucks sake.

IV and II noticed too, keeping their eyes on the new prey.

"Nice rack, right?" II's voice broke through the silence.

Zeke beamed like she'd actually flashed them, nodding with his bottom lip his teeth. IV grunted next to Vessel, he silently agreed.

"Not bad. I've seen better."

Vessel wanted to throw his drink in Zeke's face, cause a scene, expose him for all to see. But he didn't. You didn't need that. He instead slammed it in case he got the urge to follow through with whatever the man before him came up with.

"Y/N's are great, don't me wrong boys but… there's nothing like a fresh pair. The lead up to it, the adreanaline, the rush. She hates when I got to strip clubs, why get worked up to not fuck a stripper when I could just do her instead?"

As vulgar as Zeke made his plight, Vessel did quietly agree. Even if he did a piss poor mock of your voice. If he had a beautiful woman (and not just any woman but his fucking mate!) at home who would do what he liked, why waste time and money?

Zeke sat back, confidently, a little too confidently by Vessel's standards really. "That's why I don't tell her anymore."

Thankfully the glass in Vessel's hand was plastic as it would've been in shards on the floor.

"You lie to her?" IV asked.

"A little white lie here and there never hurt anyone."

"But you just said--"

"I know what I said! Sorry. I uh, no harm no foul. What she doesn't know and I do expect you lot to keep those mouths of yours shut, won't kill her. You wouldn't want to ruin her big, beautiful day now would you? Didn't think so. I trust you guys know better than that so… I'm gonna' go get another drink and grind up on my fiancé. Excuse me, lads."

Zeke got up, patted Vessel's shoulder smugly and left the table.

"I'm gonna' get him." II growled and stood, only for Vessel to grab his wrist and drag him back down.

"Don't."

"Ves--"

"I know. I know. We'll tell her, I promise."

"Yeah when? The wedding is three days, man!"

Vessel knew that. He swallowed hard and saw you spinning with III, a take on Jack and Rose in Titanic. Though it looked incredibly strange for this long legged man to be twirling so quickly with a girl two heads shorter.

He'd be the one to break it to you. It would only be fair.

Right?

….

Vessel paced the long hallway the next night. Up and down, touch the elevator doors then walk back to the bay window and touch the cool glass that overlooked the pool. You swam lap after lap, languid and gentle as falling snow. Vessel paced the hall one more time. Two more times. Poor guy was trying to hype himself up to deliver the news.

"What are you doing up?"

Your voice alerted through the quiet of the hall.

Vessel turned to see you by the elevator bank he'd just left, standing there like a vision in black. You wore a sheer and lacy swimsuit cover up, your flip flops squished with water from the pool.

He should have just gone down there, he thought. What if you screamed, what if you cried, what if you wailed like a banshee in the night at the truth of Zeke's betrayal? Would you wake the whole hotel, cause rife and chaos, break out in fight?

Vessel panicked but let you walk up on him, allowed you and only you to touch his mask, cup his cheek, pinch his painted chin. To his surprise another hot jolt of electricity hit him in the gut.

"What's wrong?" You asked, lingering there and smelling of chlorine and whatever it was your wore or maybe it was just you he was smelling. Mates could scent each other after all.

"I uh, I um… can we talk?"

"Of course," you said instantly, taking his wrist and walked further down the hallway. "Zeke said he was gonna' stay out a bit longer, hang with his boys before the wedding."

Vessel bit his tongue, last nights' unscrupulous conversations sans your ears made him instantly picture your fiancé at a strip club, face deep in oiled tits. It made him hot.

"So, what you do wanna' talk about?" You asked once inside your room, the smell of your perfume or lotion or scrub or something Vessel wasn't even aware of reeked, in a good way of course. Just a bit more overpowering. Hints and wisps of Zeke wafted from the double sink vanity in the bathroom. You settled down your things and stood facing your former best friend.

"Zeke--"

"I knew it! You don't like him do you? Vessel he's my person; he knew my phrase, the zing thing. I was really hoping you'd approve." You sounded so sad as you moved away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Vessel hadn't even said anything and you were already distraught.

"It's not that its just… he's not right. The things he's doing, the lies, the betrayal, his attitude is just all sorts of wrong. I know love is sometimes blind but, you've got to see things as they are."

"Lies? Betrayal?" You gave him a quizzical glare and marched back to him. Your scent growing even stronger. "What are you talking about?"

He took a deep breath before unleashing all his knowledge about the situation. He didn't know how you'd take it. What your reaction might be.

It certainly wasn't a slap to his face.

Vessel didn't taste blood but he checked just the same, wiping his mouth, adjusting his mask.

"Get out."

"I'm sorry Y/N. But I'm not the one you should be made at."

"I said: GET OUT!" You shouted again, shoving him towards the door with tears welling up in your eyes, your face scrunched as you sobbed for air.

"If you don't believe me," Vessel took off the necklace, held it out in his palm as he stood out in the hallway then. "Game."

"I don't want it!"

"Take it," Vessel held back his own tears, thankful for the crafted mesh eyes, you couldn't see them pregnantly well up. "It's your turn."

You reluctantly took the necklace and shut the door in his face, making his cape billow with the force of it. He touched the door when he heard you start to sob behind it. He pictured you sliding down its' length, covering your face in your hands. Would you lock Zeke out? Would you confront him straight away? Would you--

"You did the right thing, Vessel." Sleep announced, coiling around his feet.

"Did I? She's a mess right now because of me." He sniffled, gripping his keycard.

"Ah ah, not because of you, because of what you told her. That's a big difference, my boy. You're surely bright enough to know that," Sleep leapt up onto Vessel's shoulder, even gave him a little pat on the cheek with his paw. "There there, host. Let her breathe. She'll understand."

….

None of them seemed to understand how you were going through with all of this. The rehearsal dinner goes on as scheduled, only difference is your lack of enthusiasm. You greeted the guys and everyone who was invited but you just looked at Vessel, he could tell you'd been crying still.

But he did see that you wore the necklace.

He moved II out of the way at the little buffet line, plating up food he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach.

"Game."

"What?" You whispered back to him, pouring gravy over some mashed potatoes.

"You heard me. Are you game?"

"Vessel please-"

"If you really love him you'll play."

With a huff you looked at him, holding up the line.

"I'm still pissed at you."

"I know." Vessel hushed his voice down and gave you a little nudge to keep it moving. "I promise I'm not trying to hurt you. I only want you to be safe, cared for. Don't you know that?"

"No, Ves I don't." Your voice paused, watery and once again on the verge of tears but you saved face and stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the venue before finding your table. "I don't know anything anymore."

That hurt more than intended.

You were lost. All those years ago ihe'd been the one to be lost, didn't know which end was up, if he was on an even path of destrcution or pleasure. You'd been there to guide him along the way. You were there for him when he needed it most and Vessel was damn sure he'd serve you the same dish.

The sudden slam of a SpaghettiO's can on the tablecloth made everyone jump.

Your eyes were wild when they met Vessel's.

III looked at II who looked at Vessel then to you. All their blue eyes were focused on you.

"The hells' that for?" Zeke asked through a mouthful of food.

You stared silently at the can.

"Honey? What is that?" He asked again, bumping your arm.

"Game?"

You straightened and reached for the can, another stinger to Vessel's fingertips this time when you touched. You locked eyes and slid the can towards you, looking at it fondly.

"Game."

"What?"

"It's her favorite thing, but of course you know that don't you Zeke? Being Y/N's mate and all o' that. Keeps them neatly tucked away in all corners," Vessel mused, remembering that one time you'd so conveniently stashed two cans of the quick meal above your stove like a trying-to-quit-one-more-time smoker. There just in case of an emergency. "Probably brought some with her."

"Is that a joke?"

II choked on his Redbull, knowing full well that ALL mates know their partners specialties of choice. Vessel tilted his head as you looked at Zeke. He should know that answer.

"You know I eat them all the time."

"Yeah and it's fucking weird but you're weird so I didn't think of it. I didn't know they were your favorite all time but I mean, I know what you like otherwise."

"I'm weird?"

"In a good way."

You scoffed and started to spin the can on the table. "Tell me then, what's my favorite dessert?"

The people at the table tried to pry, tried to listen in on "happy" couple as tension grew like vines.

Sleep poked his little head out from between the crook of your elbow, it winked one full side of eyes at Vessel the turned its' head upside down like an owl and peered up at you thoughtfully.

"Carrot cake. Duh."

You blinked at Zeke.

"What? Or is it German Chocolate…"

"I don't like dessert."

"What? Of course you do babe, I've seen you eat chocolate every month."

"Only for a week."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Babe come on it's not that--"

"What was my first car?"

Zeke was in a visible panic, Sleep was now totally invested and showing bleach white fangs in glee, III and IV had their hands on their glasses but stilled them in thin air.

"I don't-"

"You don't know?" As if Vessel was tuned into you like an AM radio, he could hear the wavering in your voice, the realization, the coming to terms that maybe just maybe he was right. He hated the defeated look on your painted up face. Hopefully your mascara was waterproof.

You shot him a watery look then across the table.

"Excuse me."

You abruptly got up, screeched back your chair and stomped towards the exit. The wedding party just stared and murmured what a shame Zeke couldn't remember his mates' particulars. Things that should come rushing to the surface. They went back to eating and chatting, while Zeke shifted and looked uncomfortable but not amused, Vessel noticed that the can of SpaghettiO's was missing from the table.

He found you by the pool.

Swaying your feet in the cool water, the can of food tipped towards your mouth.

"Hey."

You pulled the can away, a ring of sweet red sauce around your bottom lip. You swallowed and gave him a sad little wave.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For ruining your night. Well… nights', plural that is." Vessel crouched down next to you.

"I should be the one apologizing to you. For three years ago, for reaching out after all this time. For slapping you when clearly you knew more than me. For thinking… I don't even know what I was thinking," you sniffed and looked down into the half eaten/drunk can of pasta rings. "I just missed you. The first thing I thought of when Zeke proposed was you. I wanted to share something major in my life, something eccentric was happening to me and I wanted you there. I needed you there."

Vessel touched your shoulder eventually. "I'll always be there."

"I am really sorry for dragging you into this."

"You didn't drag me into anything. You know you can't make me do anything I don't want to do."

You looked over at him with half a smile and an offer of what was left in the can.

"That's not true."

Your eeyes shone bright when Vessel wiped the corner of your mouth. You jerked and opened your mouth but thought against whatever it was you were going to say. Instead you got up, told him you had to go.

He watched you leave, shaking your head and mumbling to yourself. Of course you needed time to process your next move. Vessel's shoulders sagged when he saw you stop at the doors, look back at him one last time then disappeared into the hotel.

[dangerkittenclaws]

Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.