#vessel×reader

[undiscovered-element]

Masks and scars

One day I caught myself thinking, "Vessel would be a great protagonist in a dark romance" so here I bring you the first chapter of this story, I'm warning you, hold your heart because this man would kill and die for the one he loves.

TW: Alcohol, mature content, emotional abuse (not by Vessel), nsfw.

When the music got that much louder and the colored lights started to turn into white flashes, you knew it was time to get out of there or your body would give out and the drinks would back up your throat not in a good way. Fortunately, you was sane enough to grab your car keys, take a last sip of your favorite drink, and wander down the block to the car. It was already late, it was customary to spend many hours at the counter of that place drinking shots and rethinking your life choices, but this night seemed endless, by all accounts it was already dawn because your shoes bothered your foot in an unbearable way. Fortunately, the street was calm, there was no movement, just a man walking out of the same place, but unlike his lucidity, he was already drunk as hell.

You drew this conclusion when you saw him sitting in the middle of the street singing disconnected words, he was practically almost half naked, a kind of cloak tied around his exposed waist as well as his abdomen, he was not wearing a shirt and his pants were practically almost off his body. But despite these details, something caught your attention so that you continued watching him from a safe distance, a white mask with red details, only his mouth was exposed and there was some kind of paint running down his body, he was finished and you were afraid however curious. Let's say that most of your curiosity passes when this man starts to get up and walk in crooked steps towards you, a strong smell of drink invades your nostrils combining with a sweet smell that emanated from him as he approached, you instinctively took firm steps backwards and held the car keys against his chest, some kind of security signal perhaps.

The man takes a few more steps before collapsing in front of you almost at your feet, lying almost on his knees muttering something. Whatever it was, it was already strange, you decide to walk away and get into the car, taking care that when you turn it on, you don't end up hurting the man, but your concern is also cut when he gets into the passenger seat and closes the door. Your reaction was a quick scream of fright, silence reigned for seconds and your next rational thought was to try to open your door to get out, however the man hurried to interfere with your action pulling the door almost in desperation stretching over you. It was scaring her already, trapped in the arms of a man in a hideous mask, drunk in your own car and now breathing the same air as him with a notorious smell of expensive liquor on his breath.

-Drive -the man finally breaks the silence with a word barely spoken in a rigid and not at all reliable way.

- Get out of my car, please. I have no money!- you raise your hands up in a peace sign.

-You have nothing I want, now drive -The man walks away slowly, leaning his face against the window, letting out a loud sigh that made her shiver

-I'm going to call the police.

-You will become my next sacrifice if you don't start this engine now, do you need me to spell it out?

- What is your name?

In a sudden act you are pulled over him reversing places, he starts the car and leaves at an absurd speed making you think that it was a kidnapping. Hitting his arm or throwing him out of the vehicle would be an accident now.

-Where are you going? -you extend your arm taking your cell phone fearing what could happen to you.

-Your house - his voice softens and the speed at which he was driving is slowly decreasing.

Your feelings were so confused that it didn't come to your mind to ask how he knew the way to your house, you for a moment give up picking up the cell phone and lean against the bench holding tears of fear. Even disguising your sighs and tears were noticed by the masked man who constantly looked away from the road to stare at your small and frightened figure like a prey going to the slaughter.

-Vessel - almost a whisper comes out of the other people's lips, waking you up a little from the trance.

-I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you, you're practically kidnapping me!

-You're doing me a favor, why don't you close your eyes and rest? I'm not the monster you're imagining

-If it's not a bad thing, why are you dressed this way? Why don't you take off this mask? - a fatal mistake to have reached out to touch the object on his face, a firm hand tightened your wrist and he could hear cracks in your bones.

-DON'T TOUCH -his voice echoed in the car making you walk away quickly returning to the same agony and fear of seconds ago. He didn't like it, didn't want to see her this way.

The car stops a few blocks before your house, you begin to think of several possible evils that he could do to you and simply no one would hear a cry for help in that place, again one of his hands touches it, but this time a soft touch turning your face to face him.

-You ask a lot of questions, I know you're scared and that you think I'm going to hurt you, but I take very good care of what's mine. I can't keep my eyes open anymore, please take me to your place and let me spend the night, I need to recover and I promise to explain everything to you at some point. let me trust you.

His hand practically slides over your face in a weak act and your body sags under you. What should you do? Throw him on the road? Call the police? Take off his mask without him seeing? Or the last option but the craziest possible, do what he asked.

Five minutes passed that he was in your lap sleeping soundly, you could feel his heartbeat, something about him was no longer scaring you, your curiosity returned little by little and your hands slide over his mask. In an act of lucidity, you carefully place it in the other seat, changing positions again, after thinking for a few seconds, you drive back to your house. No, you didn't trust him, you would never trust a drunk, masked, strangely attractive man with a deep voice, oh my god at this point you didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Gradually his words came back in your mind, what did he mean by "I take good care of what's mine?". Did he see you as a potential victim? A prey? Part of you wanted to let him trust, you could give him the help he needed to recover from a night of drinking and he could leave afterward, it wasn't the right thing to do but something about him messed with the chemistry of your thoughts, you wanted to knowing him, wanted his answers and would only get them when he woke up.

[nickgoesinsane]

Being Sukuna’s vessel and he stands in front of any reflective surface to flirt with you whenever he’s in control.

He just turns your head this way and that to admire your face, tracing the curve of your jaw with a claw tipped finger. He grins broadly once he’s done, stepping back to look down at your shared body. “Don’t you look delicious?” Sukuna purrs in delight, now entranced with the way his tattoos look on your skin.

“Fight now, flirt later.” You remind him, momentarily regaining control of your vocal cords.

Sukuna sighs like complying is a chore, turning to the trembling curse before you, “You owe me.”

“Sure.”

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

the way he loves

synopsis: returning home to your husband after a long day

genre: fluff

characters: husband! wriothesley x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, usage of pet names, kisses, reader is referred to in 2nd person

a/n: hehe this is my submission for @xianyoon’s stupid cupid event! prompt: ribbon | coming home to your lover after a bad day🩷 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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you face-plant onto the couch, groaning into the cushion as you let yourself sink into its soft comfort. nothing seemed to have gone well for you today. first a nightmare, then stepping on a poor tomato lying on the street, followed by some stranger spilling pepper all over your shoes… what next? would the couch suddenly disappear and make you face-plant straight onto the floor?

next to you, your husband chuckles.

“tough day?”

“very.”

“anything that’ll help? tea? massages?”

“can i have a hug?” your voice comes out muffled.

“no problem, sweetheart.” he spreads his arms, beckoning you into his warm embrace, “you’ve done well.”

wriothesley lets his hands wander as you melt into his touch — his calloused fingers find their places on your shoulders and they begin to knead your fatigue away. strange how those weathered hands, so coarse, were the very same hands that touched you so gently like you were some sort of a rare, precious treasure.

his voice is a low rumble when he asks, “better?”

“mmmhm.” you lean on his chest, eyes closed in relaxed bliss. “it’s just…”

“just?”

you crane your head to look into his eyes. “i still feel sore… why don’t you kiss it better?”

your beloved’s movements pause; his eyes glitter with amusement, his lips pulled into a sly smirk. “how straightforward of you, darling. well– as you wish.”

wriothesley dips his head, allowing his lips to ghost over the nape of your neck, then your shoulder blades, then lightly touching the crown of your head—

you reach up to cup his face in your hand, the feathery sensation of his teasing kisses making your fingers tingle.

“a proper kiss, please.”

“well, mon soleil, you should’ve said so.” he gives a boyish grin in response.

you mock-glare. “honey…”

his chapped lips press against the corner of your mouth, and the rest of your sentence goes unheard. “you were saying?”

he doesn’t give you a chance to react as he gives you yet another peck on your forehead. “you’ve had a long day,” he begins, tilting his head to press another kiss to your cheeks, “i’m proud of you for getting through it.”

wriothesley dips his head once again to meet your lips in a tender kiss — when he pulls away, you’ve all but forgotten the unfortunate events that’d befallen upon you earlier in the day.

“i love you very, very much, and i hope you know that.”

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[theshortstack]

something about masked men…like damn

I would let them run me over for fun

Still learning about these so

[daddyhausen]

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「 SUMMARY 」 — he waits in the shadows for your nightmares to paralyse you, to claim you body and soul all for himself.

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, somnophilia, dubcon, cnc, dom!vessel, sleep paralysis, demon!vessel, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, oral sex [ female receiving ] nipple play, biting, blood, fingering, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting, vaginal creampie

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「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x vessel

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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you could feel it, the burn, flames sticking to your skin, melting the flesh and surfacing the bone underneath. the ache, the red of the fire, how it burned angry, vengeful against your fragile, weakened body. in between the flamed streaks laid the remains of what you’d once called a home, only mere smoke and ash now, and in there laid your burning body, trapped underneath rubble, blackened with soot. you could see yourself, outside of yourself as a third person looking in, a most ungodly sight to behold. and the wisps and crackles of the flames did nothing to quell or soothe your panic, only heighten the vicious sight before you.

your eyes shot open in a daze, a shaky gasp parting from chapped, dry lips. trying so desperately to quiet your mind, remove the nightmare from your thoughts, your skin still heated but was not burned, flesh and bone still intact. you let out a small sigh of relief, upon the realisation that you were unharmed, attempting to wipe the sweat that accumulated on your brow, only to find your arm numb, stuck to its position on the bed beside you, no matter how much you jolted and twitched it remained the same. your heart began to race, thumping hard against your chest like the crash of thunder that rang ever so often outside your bedroom window. you were asleep still, you knew that, put something about this predicament seemed far too real even for your standard of dreaming.

the left side of your bed dipped with a foreign weight, a hand came into view. inky jet black fingers met your viewline, palms rough and callouesed, intricate veins flowed like rivers on the back of the palm and up the forearm, pulsing softly as fresh blood flowed through them. it was a strong arm, masculine no doubt. rings adorned the slender fingers of the strange hand, ones of silver that shined against the black obsidian of the skin. you felt them, so gentle as they traced delicate lines across your skin, almost hesitant in their touches, you lay there, numb and unmoving, watching them shake and twitch as a thumb swiped the sweat from your forehead.

“don’t fear little dove, it was only a nightmare”

the voice was deep and coarse, the twinge of a british accent on the end of his words that made your stomach churn with worry. the words rang sinful from his lips, as his hand ran down your cheek, caressing the warm, mortal flesh. a face came into view…more so a masked one. one of pearly white, traced with gold and rubies that of blood red adorned around the maw. slits in his mask covered his eyes, three to be exact on each side, obscuring them from your vision, only the lower half of his face exposed, soft pouty lips outlined a row of sharp teeth, the canines the most prominent. he smiled, showing them off, looking as if he was about to take a bite out of you at any second.

he would notice the subtle twitch in your movements, how your fingers would shudder every few seconds trying to get a better grip on reality, while the remainder of your body laid frozen in place, paralysed by the weight of your own dream, or was this still your nightmare? his hand remained stagnant on your cheek, every few seconds, taking the time to swipe his thumb across the flesh gently, in soothing circles. your eyes welled with tears, in obvious fear, unsure exactly who or why this strange man… or whatever he was, was looming over you so omnipresently, so…domineering.

“now i know you're afraid, little dove, but i can assure you i bring you no harm” he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks

“no no…do not cry…”

you could see his pupils dilate behind the slits of his mask, how the shroud would fall over the top if it, shielding them from your gaze.

“relax little dove. the paralysis is only temporary”

his eyes darkened momentarily, keeping the outstretched hand stagnant on your cheek, his thumb adjusting itself only to wipe away stray tears, an inky streak leaving stains in the corners of your eyes from where his flesh made contact.

yet you could not relax. how could you? your mind was wide awake yet your body frozen in time, and to make it worse, this large domineering…thing… you could hardly call him a man despite his corporeal form being akin to one, practically levitated above you.

he noticed the ink smear across your cheek, a primal sensation grew in his belly, something about it felt so primative, so raw to him, a piece of him left behind on your mortal flesh. he was only supposed to provide comfort in your weakest hour. to comfort your mind when your body could not. yet…he wanted to provide more, relax where your fingers could not reach, soothe with words your tongue could not provide.

“little dove…forgive me…”

his body ever looming over yours, growing closer as he brought himself in. his lips painfully close to yours, tongue teasing your cupid’s bow with the words he spoke.

“but i must..i need to”

his lips fan over yours before meeting. your eyes widen with the sudden contact, flickering wildly, still trying to adjust the the sight of him under the dull moonlight, just the flicker of his mask, a milky pearl in colour, even more so up close, and the reds like garnets and specks of gold leaf reflect in your eyes.

his maw opened, revealing sharp canines that prodded at your bottom lip leaving indentations in their wake as they parted, tasting the cherry and cream of your lip balm with a shudder. despite the interaction, despite your lack of say or movement in the matter, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss, the stubble wafts of his breath fluttering against your skin as he pulled away, observing the swollen red petals with lustful adoration. how despite parting, your lips still connected by a thin lips of spit. he hummed at the sight, licking the inky blacked-out curve of his cupid’s bow, savouring the subtle cherry flavour on his tongue.

he shifted his weight. his thighs resting dangerously close to your cunt, nestled against your inner thigh. despite your warmth being shielded by your panties, you could still feel the coolness of his skin, touch featherlight, feeling like light snowflakes against your flesh. you let out a small whimper, it was the only thing you could do in your semi-stasis state. vessel’s ears pricked up at the sound, with a soft hum.

“hmm? you like that my little dove?”

his words like velvet in her ears, drawing out any semblance of rational thought you had left. he left you entranced, enraptured, entwined by the silk ropes of his tongue. he pressed his knee against your clothed cunt, swirling against it slightly. your cunt pooled with warmth, slick with arousal for the strange demon that resided above you.

“oh…so wet already…mmm, didn’t think you’d submit so easy, my sweet”

his voice rumbled deep within his throat, evident by the way his throat contorted with a goan. his cock growing hard behind the confines of his shrouds, the appendage pressing, throbbing against the thin fabric. your stomach swirled with desire in spite of your mind resisting, failing to miserably.

“need to feel your flesh on my tongue…” his fingers raked down from your cheek, a hand shaky in their movements. trailing cautiously down, featherlight touches only separated your skin from his by your shirt. he let the fabric mingle with his skin, savouring the sensation as his palm ghosted across the peak of your breast, feeling the supple mound, groping it, squeezing it, eventually revealing them from beneath the fabric.

“so divine…” he muttered through clenched teeth, trying to stifle a moan as your breasts became revealed before him. your nipples perked and stiffened as the winter chill graced them. behind the mask’s vessel’s eyes widened, he’d never witnessed a woman reverared with such beauty before. he felt the need to fall to his knees before, worship your body with his tongue, repent and relinquish himself solely to you.

“a goddess baring herself before me…”

vessel’s throat tightened with a gulp, his breath teased your nipple, tongue barely jutting out to hesitantly lick at the peak, the bud glistening with his spit under moonlight. he noticed the subtle eye roll on your behalf, noticing you could not do more than moan and whine. he smiled. a devilish one at that, one that boarded on the like between endearing and threatening, one that showed his canines on full display. he had you firmly under his tongue.

“my dear…i shall revel in your flesh…i shall show you no mercy”

he gave another lick to your nipple, wrapping his lips around the perky bud, sucking greedily like a fawn feasting at its mother’s teat. his tongue swirled around the bud, a hand wrapped around the mound of your breast, massaging the soft flesh, his cock hardening, standing fully mast in his shrouds, throbbing against your inner thighs.

“i shall not adhere to your cries…and you shall enjoy it”

his free hand was quick with its movements. shuffling past the barrier of your panties, a evident wet spot present. it did not surprise him, you’ve already proven submissive enough already. his inky digits part your folds, slick with your own wetness as he explores deeper.

“mmm” he hums, feeling the stretch of your cunt around his fingers.

“so wet… so warm…”

your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, your cunt clenching instinctively to forcibly eject him out, although your attempts proved futile, it only aroused vessel further. in response, he sunk his fingers deeper, thumb drawing rough, rigid shaped against your sensitive clit.

“you dare reject me…? oh little dove…” his words mutter against your breast, the flat of his tongue rippled against your nipple with every syllable.

“your rejection only fuels my desire”

he bares his teeth, clamping down around your breast. enough to cause a substantial amount of pain, yet your body’s lack of response and overall paralysis only emphasises his statements. he pulls away with haste, removing his teeth, indentations litter with small specks of crimson in their wake, his teeth stained with that same iron-flavoured sweetness, he licked them clean, savouring the taste.

“you’re lucky, sweet thing, that i did not split your pristine skin more…” he was breathless from the sudden blood-rush.

“but oh gods i wish i did…you’re so…intoxicating…”

his teeth bared again with another sinister smile.

“but i shall hold my tongue…i have plenty of time to sample you again”

the lanky digits of his right hand hooked into your panties, shuffling them down your motionless legs with intense vigour, grool clinging to the fabric, cunt soaked in wait for him. vessel stifled a grunt, his lips parting as his tongue spread across his bottom one.

“gods…” his voice barely above a whisper, muttering subtle curses and praises simultaneously. how you tease and tempt him with your luscious thighs and dripping void, yet he’s so willing to accept the offer, inviting himself into your warmth, drowning in your wetness. he could die happy, your mortal flesh consumed by him.

“now i claim you, for you have presented yourself so willingly to me…”

vessel monologues, the sound of his voice drowned out by other senses. fear and panic overriding your being. he spoke so surely that you were willing to engage with him so frivolously, when in fact he was the one manoeuvring your figure, oddly gentle yet careless at the same time.

“oh and i will enjoy tainting your flesh, my love…” he began to free himself from the confines of his shrouds.

“every waking moment, every dream-filled night, you let your mind drift and you shall warm your loins to the thoughts of me”

his voice, a growl, animalistic and primal. his cock now freed, blackened by the same ink that stained the rest of his body, it prodded at the supple meat of your inner thigh, moving towards your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip of it. he shuddered, the sight almost too much for him, his cock twitching with primal desire. in an instant you felt so full. vessel made no attempt to ease himself inside. the stretch burned, your cunt not fully lubricated to take him with the force and speed he provided. you went to scream, however the paralysis reminded you that your throat had been forcibly shut, vocal chords shredded.

“fuck…” he growled, almost buckling under the weight of the pleasure, your tight cunt clenching around him, once again, trying to force him out.

“oh no… no you don’t little dove.” he panted, already beginning to thrust at a voracious pace. “you let me in now…you just lay there…and take every inch of me”

he bottomed out, his entire length sinking deep within you. his cockhead forcing itself through the meaty ring of your cunt, prodding harshly against your cervix with vicious movements resembling that of a dagger.

“you feel like sin, my love…” his tongue lopped out past his lips, licking hot stripes against your flesh, burying his head into your neck.

“so fucking perfect…so tight…” he gasped in pleasure… “i may not last long if you continue to clench around me like this…”

vessel’s moans ring around your bedroom, his robes now discarded by your bedside, the glow of the moonlight illuminated his obsidian skin, you could not take your eyes from him, not that you had a choice to look anywhere else, he practically eclipsed your figure, manoeuvring your limbs like a ventriloquist would his puppet. allowing you to bend and break, submit to him all at his free will.

“let me position you better…so you can feel me entirely”

he repositions your legs so that they rested atop his shoulders. he lowered himself, pressing his hips against yours so he could fuck you deeper. he had you folded in half, his meaty cock driving into you with full force.

“going to fill you…your womb shall home my spawn”

his grunts grow more feverish by the minute, you could feel the visceral throb of his cock increase.

“would you enjoy that? forced to birth my spawn? to be my subservient queen? to rule the underworld together?”

he paused, giving a rough thrust.

“oh i know you would, little dove. i could tell by the way those eyes bore into mine”

he gave another thrust.

“by the way that pretty cunt clenches around me…you want to be mine…”

vessel grows more feverish at the thought, to watch your womb round and swell, to have to be barefoot and pregnant roaming the halls of his hellish estate. you his queen, subservient to only him. he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks, his gaze softened slightly, his lips curling downward into a small frown.

“no tears my love…shh…” he whispered against your cheeks. “i do not deserve to have those tears wasted on me…”

in what felt almost heartfelt on his behalf, when you thought the dominant facade was beginning to slip, instead of peppering your cheeks with sweet, reassuring kisses, his tongue lips out of his mouth once more, licking your tears in a final attempt to mock you.

his cock throbbed deeply in your cunt, no revelation that his release was upon him. he was not one to simply let his orgasm arrive unannounced. he increased his speed, the force of his thrusts was almost enough to shatter your pelvis…and you could feel him holding back from doing so.

“little dove…you’re going to take every drop and savour it…”

his grunts grew more animalistic as he progressed, the clench of his abdomen was indicative of his closeness, how it quivered as it slammed into you the close he got.

“mmm fuck…”

he gave a final thrust, your belly immediately swelled with his warmth, so much so that he was dripping from within you. he grew ravenous, blinded by lust and need.

“you’re mine…all mine!”

he pulled out of you, his cock still leaking with cum in the process. some of the feeling begins to return to your limbs as you hesitantly, weakly attempt to move. your toes and fingertips twitching slightly.

“no no…i’m not done with you yet, little dove” he pulled you back by the ankles, positioning himself between your thighs once more. his breath fanned against your clit, as his tongue made teasing movements towards it.

“need to taste myself in you…” he mewled. “need to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of my seed”

vessel’s lips wrap around your clit, the aching pearl overstimulated from the previous abuse of his fingers. he hummed into you, sucking greedily at the nub.

“you taste so good mixed with me, my love…” it wasn’t just lust in his eyes, but pure obsession, one that you would not hesitate to threaten him over. but as he lay face buried between your thighs, devouring you, you could not help but lay back and enjoy it, the wonders he provided, the spells of pleasure he cast with his tongue was nothing short of marvellous.

he let two fingers spread your dripping folds, pushing his seed back into your void in a greedy attempt to secure you all to himself. you heard a low chuckle rip through his throat, the rumble vibrating against your swollen clit.

“mmm…” his. breathing quickened as he felt your cunt begin to pulse around his lanky fingers ebbing closer to orgasm. his words came out in harsh, unintelligible whispers, coercing you to savour his seed. he’ll let you cum eventually, but not until he’s certain that he’s filled your womb. his slender fingers pumped into your void at a rapid pace, curling upwards as he forced his cum deeper into you.

“accept all of me, little dove…that’s it…”

his tongue drew shapes against your cunt, tasting himself. the sweetness of your skin mixed with the vile concoction of his seed did not deter him. if anything it made him more enamoured. he grew feverish, his cock hardening again. his lips clasped around your clit, teeth lightly grinding the sensitive nub between them. his large hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you onto his tongue, letting the appendage sink deeper into your already full void. he moaned into you, devouring you with such violent intent.

“oh?” he mumbled into your cunt. “you enjoy this?”

his arousal spiked, his hips grinding languidly against the mattress, noticing the way your cunt clenched with desire around him, so desperate for your own release, you were chasing it, in hopes he would allow it.

“you enjoy the idea of being full of my seed?”

you could not help but mewl at the idea, despite your current predicament, the paralysis on your throat and voice wearing off slowly, allowing you to make small utterances of pleasure in response to his touches, now featherlight, slowly ebbing an orgasm from your walls. vessel smiles, pearly whites flashing in between the shadowy corporeal buds of his lips. feeling the movement of his mouth between your thighs.

your walls began to throb around his fingers, feeling them curl upward, allowing your arousal to spiral out of control. vessel marvels at the sight, the numbness in your thighs begins to subside with soft trembles, the familiar pulse of orgasm rising, feeling it tingle up your spine, feeling the breath catch in your lungs as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. his voice was soft yet his intention remained the same. he wanted to feel you unravel before him.

“your tainted flesh is mine to consume, mine to control…and i command you to release”

his fingers dug into your core with vicious pumps, controlling and commanding the instinctive clench of your cunt around them. your skin burned, like white hot flames of desire for the strange being, who’d effectively ruined your body for his own pleasure. the bite mark on your breast, the depressions of his teeth circled your nipple already beginning to swell and bruise in splotches. your orgasm hits you like a wave, building and building before finally crashing, your warmth cascading down your trembling thighs. vessel admired the sight, how your skin glistened with your sweetness under pale moonlight, how his taste buds danced with the taste of you. he lets out a guttural moan in response, his cock aching with release as he wastes his seed on your bedsheets, the appendage throbbing and swollen, a fiery red upon orgasm from grinding against the mattress.

he savoured your taste, enjoying how well you mingled with his. his head rested upon your inner thigh while he regained his breath, the intricate spirals of his mask poking the flesh. he sighed contently, placing chaste kisses to the skin, an odd sensation considering how relentless and unforgiving he was mere moments ago. you welcomed it, welcomed the feeling of his tongue swirling hot shapes into the skin.

you finally came to, your muscles still ache from paralysis, the weight of him heavy on your chest as he repositioned himself above you, his head now buried in the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses to the tops of your shoulders. you felt oddly comfortable beneath him, listening to the shallow wisps of his breath, the dull throb of his hellish heart beating within his chest. his fingers draw shapes in the valley between your breasts, almost as if he was inscribing his name into your skin.

“i shall return tomorrow evening” his words separated by small pants of breath.

“i will not relent until you accept me, my love”

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[hidden-ember]

take me past the edge

🗯 pairing: sleep token vessel x afab reader x sleep token iv

🗯 tags: nsfw - mdni, oral sex (giving and receiving), penetrative sex (receiving), gendered terms (girl), degradation, praise, submission

a/n: short one! forgive me if it's not the best. i wrote it for a friend based off of their idea for some ves/iv dynamics and figured it was worth posting here. this starts right in the middle of things, so no preview this time- it's all under the cut.

“Come on, love. Make me feel as good as you do right now,” IV purred while grabbing the end of your chain collar, pulling it tighter around your throat. You looked up at him from all fours on the floor, a position you often found yourself in.

IV let up the tension on the chain when you finally moved your head forward obediently, his throbbing cock entering the back of your throat. You tried your hardest not to gag on his length, breathing steadily through your nose.

“Now that’s a much better use for your mouth, brat.” The man looked down at you with a devilish smirk on his face, pleased to have finally gotten you to shut up. 

You had spent the whole day working his last nerve, mouthing off to him, giving too much of your attention to Vessel— who was now on his knees, eating you out from behind. His hands were wrapped around your legs, slender fingers digging into your thighs with a firm grip as your head bobbed up and down on IV’s shaft.

You were momentarily lost in the sensations of Vessel sliding his tongue along your folds, lapping up your arousal. 

You moaned around IV’s cock and he let out his own noises of satisfaction, but when your eyes slammed shut as Vessel’s tongue darted hungrily into your opening, he became frustrated once more.

“Hey,” IV tugged your collar again. “None of that. Eyes on me.”

Vessel abruptly pulled out of you. The overwhelming wave of emptiness hit you like a train and caused you to stop your movements on IV. Before he could begin to chastise you, Vessel cut him off.

“Can you blame them?” The man said from behind you, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. 

He chuckled at his bandmates’ irritation, kneading your inner thighs soothingly when you whined around IV’s cock. 

“Our pretty girl is just a little sensitive. Isn’t that right, lovey?”

“Our pretty girl,” IV spat out bitterly, grunting as he began to fuck your face, “needs to learn their place.” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. 

“Well,” Vessel placed a tender kiss to your puffy lips before resuming speaking, “at least we can agree that place is on their knees.” 

“Exactly where such a submissive little slut belongs,” IV muttered. He was panting heavily now, feeling his climax building as you sucked harder on his cock. 

Your eyes widened at his statement and he returned your gaze with an amused look. Despite his harsh tone, he knew his words were only driving you further to the edge. 

IV’s hand left your collar and he gripped the back of your head forcefully. He pushed you down on his length while moving his hips forward, bottoming out in the back of your throat. 

With your lips pressed firmly to his pubic bone, he held you in place for a moment, only pulling back when you choked. The tears that had formed in the corners for your eyes started to flow once IV jerked his hips forward again.

Vessel looked on, briefly distracted by the sight of you taking IV’s cock so well. He was certain you were the most beautiful thing in the world when you submitted to them like this.

Returning his attention to your aching pussy, Vessel dipped his thumb into your entrance, gathering your wetness before dragging it up towards your clit. He rubbed gentle circles at first, then slowly increased the pressure. 

The sound of your strangled moans around IV’s shaft was music to his ears. He moved his free hand to your hip, holding you in place as you began to tremble from the stimulation.

With the way Vessel skillfully attending to your pussy contrasted with IV roughly fucking your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you would last.

“Gonna cum already? You’re rather pathetic, aren’t you?” IV chuckled as he brushed one of your tears away before it trickled down your cheek. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he tasted the saltiness of your tears.

“You’re doing so well, pet,” Vessel praised, ignoring IV. The warmth of his breath on your sensitive folds made you shudder. He brought his mouth back up to your pussy, tongue swirling around your entrance as his thumb continued working at your swollen bud.

You quickened your pace on IV, watching his stern demeanor fade. His eyes fluttered shut as you milked his cock.

“Fucking hell,” IV let out a soft gasp.

The erotic sounds from his bandmate goading him on, Vessel picked up his thumb's tempo to match yours. His tongue delved deeper into your core now. 

You lost all resolve, being left motionless as they both greedily took what they wanted from you. 

The sight of you coming undone from the other man’s touch drove IV past his limit. 

“Pretty little thing,” his voice strained as he fought to get the words out. He couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming into your mouth one last time.

You watched IV’s head fall back in pleasure as thick ropes of his cum shot down your throat. You swallowed it all, as you always did. 

The familiar taste of him and the pride you felt from satisfying him was enough for the dam to burst. You came around Vessel’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied moan from him. 

Vessel continued circling your clit, ignoring your shaking legs as he milked every last drop of your orgasm, much like you did IV’s. A high pitched whimper escaped your lips as you pulled off of IV’s cock. 

“You taste divine, my dear,” Vessel murmured once he pulled away from you, relishing in the way your juices coated his tongue. 

“And why don’t you tell me how I taste, hmm, brat?” IV grabbed your chin, angling your head upwards. You held out your tongue proudly. 

“Well done, love.” IV’s kind eyes betrayed his dominant façade as leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. He held his hand out for you, assisting you to your knees. 

“Such a good girl for us,” Vessel cooed from behind you. 

You turned to face him. His wide smile showed off his fangs and he was practically radiating pride for you. He held open his arms, eagerly waiting for you to embrace him. 

Moving to where he knelt on the floor, you wrapped your arms tightly around him. He pulled you into his chest and began gently running his fingers through your hair.

IV watched affectionately as you held one another. He knew you usually turned to Vessel for aftercare– he was the softer one when it came to your needs, after all.

“Well aren’t you two adorable… but I don’t think you’re quite done, love,” IV said, eyeing Vessel’s hard-on.

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

Welcome back to part 8 of Fall For Me! A strange dream, reader goes to camp, and more sweet moments with the eepy Bois this chapter! Thank you so much for reading, if you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list please let me know!

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When you woke up your head felt like it was in a fog, the edges of your vision slightly blurry as you looked around the room. Your bare feet dropped to the floor, you shivered as you stood from your bed, it was a lot colder in here than you remember it being. You paused at your doorway, something wasn't right. Despite the fact you had crossed the entire expanse of your bedroom there wasn't a single creaking floorboard or footstep to be heard. You look back at your bed only to find your body still laying there. “What the hell?” You mutter softly to yourself. You walk over to your still sleeping form, your shoulders rising and falling with every even breath as you lie motionless beneath the covers.

“Don't worry, you'll be able to re enter your body when we're done here.” You jumped at the sudden voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Its tone is both a whisper and a deafening howl, the sound high pitched and somehow also impossibly low.

“God?” You ask with a confused expression.

The voice laughs, “I guess you could say that.” The silence that surrounded you was deafening as the voice faded out, it was so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, no ambient sound existed in whatever plane you had been snatched into. “Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.”

You shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, your lungs burning like you had been holding your breath. Your alarm was blaring on your night stand, 8 in the morning, you had an hour until you opened. You got out of bed, listening carefully for the sound of your footsteps against the floor to make sure you really had returned from wherever the hell you had gone in your dreams. “I'm going crazy, I'm actually losing my mind.” You argue with your reflection in the mirror. “Some mysterious voice coming from my subconscious about trusting Vessel, of course I trust him. But what the hell is the way he's supposed to be showing me?” You decided to drop it for now with an annoyed groan, flying through your morning routine and jogging downstairs just as 9 o'clock rolled around. The day flew by, the steady stream of customers helping to distract you from the weird dream you had. You were just about to lock the door when the all too familiar pickup truck pulled into the lot. You smiled, pushing the door open and leaning against it as you waited to see just who had stopped by to visit tonight. You were a bit surprised to see II jump out of the cab unaccompanied, usually when he was sent to make supply runs he always had one of the others in tow. He strides over to you, reaching out to pull you into an embrace the moment you were close enough.

“I have a question for you.” He states softly once he pulls back, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist.

“And what might that be?” You smile, subconsciously leaning into him.

“Would you be comfortable coming back to camp with me?” You paused the moment the question fell from his lips. “Vessel already knows I'm inviting you, he's the one that brought it up in fact.” II chuckles, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

“I would love to.” He waits patiently for you to lock up, his hand slipping into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you chat idly on your way back to the truck. You slid across the worn leather bench seat, II hopping behind the wheel not long after. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in to press a clothed kiss to your cheek.

“Are you warm enough?” You nod, letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder as he starts driving. His thumb languidly trailed back and forth across your shoulder, every so often he would glance down at you to see if you were still awake. You wound down endless back roads, slowly pushing your way down paths that had long since been forgotten until the group had ventured this far out into the woods. II attempted to dodge raised roots and potholes without much success, the makeshift road being filled with craters that rattled the pair of you around in the cab. You were thankful when the dirt path finally smoothed out, the trees opening up to reveal a large clearing with four cabins evenly spaced out around the circle. You recognized minimal details of it from the pictures you had seen in the paper. The cabin opposite the entrance was surrounded by flower beds of various sizes and states of growth, some containing a painter's palette of wildflowers, others filled with various crops that seemed to be growing very successfully. “That's IV’s cabin.” II must've noticed your impressed stare. “I will warn you though, if you compliment him on his gardening it will make him really flustered, so do with that information what you will.” He chuckles.

“Do you all have different jobs?” You ask curiously, II nods his confirmation.

“IV is the main one in charge of produce. III’s a fairly decent hunter, that's where we get the majority of the meat we eat. I’m in charge of the finances.” He lists off everyone's role around the camp. “And Vessel… well he's our spiritual advisor for a lack of a better term.” He chuckles. He pulls the truck up alongside a cabin that was more set back from the rest, it's dark wood almost blending in with the treeline.  “He’s in the middle of something, I'll take you to IV.” He smiles at you. He motions for you to wait, jogging around the front of the truck to open your door for you. He bows his head slightly as he offers his hand, you can't help but laugh softly at his actions.

“What a gentleman.” You grin at him.

“For you, only the best.” He winks. Your hand slips into his, his skin cool against yours. His eyes stay locked on your form as you hop down from the truck, the moment your feet hit the ground he's tugging you into his side, wanting to keep you as close as possible. “I'd like to be able to spend some time alone with you later, if that's alright.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile at the slight nervousness you picked up in his voice. You glance up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before pushing yourself up to place a kiss to his cheek.

“I'd love to.” You whisper in his ear with a coy smile. Your attention was stolen by IV calling your name from across the clearing. II places a hand against the small of your back, gently nudging you in his direction. You meet him in the middle, giggling as he flings his arms around you and spins you in a hug.

“I missed you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, you found your cheeks growing warmth at the genuine joy in his voice.

“You did?” You ask softly.

“Yeah.” Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel him gently knead at the softness of your waist. His eyes nervously dart from yours, tracing over a pattern he had found in the grass as he sucks in a deep breath. “I, um, I didn't get to say everything I wanted to you the other day.” You waited patiently for him to continue, seeing how nervous he was about choosing exactly the right words was honestly endearing in your eyes. “Do you think we could sit down and talk?”

“Of course we can, wherever you like.” You smile softly at him. He hesitantly removed his hand from your waist, carefully taking your hand and studying your reaction to make sure he wasn't doing too much too quickly. He led you to his cabin, shutting the door behind him and watching you with delight as you looked around curiously at all the small knick knacks and trinkets he had littered around the small space. His heart races when his eyes meet yours, he would never get tired of seeing the way your whole face lit up when you smiled.

“I want you to know that I really like you.” He blurts out, unable to stop the confession from coming out. “I might not be as experienced as the others, and I might take things slowly, but that's just because I don't want to mess this up.” His bright blue eyes scan over your features as he waits for you to respond.

“IV, I'm not worried about moving too slow or too fast, or whether or not you're experienced. I think you're very sweet, handsome, fun,” every compliment was punctuated with you taking another step closer to him. “I like you too, I want to see where things go, and I'm very excited to see how we get there.” He breathes out a relieved chuckle.

“I just don't want you to think that I'm not as interested as the others.” His arms slide around your waist, your instinctually slipping over his shoulders as he pulls you into him. His fingers ghost over your cheek, you lean into his touch, allowing him to carefully cradle your face in his hand. “You're so beautiful, every moment I've gotten to spend with you has been nothing short of amazing.” Your cheeks grow warm as he continues his assault of compliments. He seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, the usual playful glimmer returning to his expression.

“Well, I look forward to spending more time with you.” His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before he hesitantly pulled away. He clears his throat, his eyes trailing to the window.

“Did you get to see the garden at all?” He asks, a slight nervous tremor in his voice.

“A little, but I'd love to see it up close. You have a very impressive green thumb IV.” He taps the toe of his boot against the cabin floor.

“It's nothing special.” He rebuttals bashfully. “But, it's definitely a lot better than what we started out with.” He starts to head towards the door, your hand slipping effortlessly into his as you trailed after him. He brought you to the edge of the flowerbeds, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to his side as he pointed to all the various different types of produce and flowers he was growing, slipping in small fun facts every so often.

“I don't know how you can say this isn't anything special IV, this is incredible. You've really done an amazing job.” He froze, swallowing thickly as he looked down at you.

“Thank you, love.” He says softly. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you watch his eyes slowly trace over your features. “Can I take you on a date sometime?” You can't help but giggle at the question.

“I would love that.” You feel him squeeze your waist, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he returns your smile. You both jumped slightly as someone shouted from across the field. II had III in tow, the taller man dropping off his pack of hunting supplies before quickly making his way over to you. IV leans down, placing a kiss to the top of your head before stepping away. You smiled as III approached, your heart immediately pounding in your chest at the sight of the streaks of sweat that had broken down his black body paint. You were unable to stop your gaze from raking across his exposed torso. Your cheeks grew warm as your eyes snapped back up to meet his, immediately noticing the playful glimmer in his expression. You nearly stumbled backwards as III’s long strides quickly landed him right in front of you, a strong hand landing on your waist to steady you as he caught your chin between his fingers with the other. Your eyes dart to anywhere but his, trying your best to hide your flustered state.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He chuckles. “How are you beautiful?” You manage to squeak out a ‘good’ in response. III leans down, the fabric of his mask soft against your skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Have you shown her around at all?” He asked IV, his hand still lingering on your waist as he pulled away.

“Just a bit of the garden.” IV responds.

“Think we should give her the grand tour?” II suggests.

“I don’t see why not.” IV immediately perks up at the idea. You reach out, taking hold of IV’s hand, giving him a coy smile as you cuddle up to his side.

“Well, lead the way boys.” II and III share an amused look over IV’s surprised expression. It takes him a moment before he finally relaxes, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he brings your knuckles to his lips.

It had been less than a year since they had arrived in town and the progress they had already made at their camp was nothing short of incredible. IV had grown a whole storehouse of crops, all of which were expertly preserved in order to maintain the four of them easily throughout the winter and early spring. You learned that he was hoping to learn how to make preserves out of the vast amounts of berries in the area. III showed you some of his easier to navigate hunting trails, explaining that he only hunts as needed and how important to him it is to use the entire animal whenever possible. The four of you wandered down trails, each of them pointing out spots where they would like to go to read or play music. “We should plan a day to hike out to the lake.” IV suggests.

“Maybe next summer, it’s a little too cold for that now.” II responds. “I definitely think we should at some point though, I really think you’d like it there.” You smile as III places a kiss to the top of your head, his presence at your side immediately being replaced by II who wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you continued walking. You had noticed how the three of them almost seemed to be taking turns being next to you, the thought alone was enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I was wondering where you all went.” Your heart immediately began to race at the sound of Vessel’s voice. You turn to find him leaning in the doorway of his cabin, “love, would it be alright if I stole you for a second?” He nods for you to follow him inside his cabin.You swallow thickly, feeling nervous despite the fact you knew you had to reason to worry. You’re snapped from your thoughts by II pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll go start dinner while you’re in there.” He gives you a gentle nudge in Vessel’s direction, prompting you forward. He towered over you from his position leaning in the doorway, offering you his hand once you were in reach and guiding you inside. The inside of his cabin was simple; a small wooden desk with a chair sat in front of the window, a perfectly made bed with black sheets sat against the opposite wall, the large piece of furniture the focal point of the room. Across the room from where you stood you noticed a bookshelf tucked into the corner, the shelves filled with journals, textbooks, and various decks of cards. You could feel Vessel studying you, he watched your body language carefully, trying to gauge exactly how you were feeling in this very moment.

You jumped as he suddenly shut the door, a soft chuckle escaping him at the sight. “There’s no need to be so tense, love.” He steps up to your side, trailing a finger along the edge of your jaw as he leans down close to your ear. “I’m not that scary, am I?” He purrs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m just a little on edge today, I guess.” You laugh softly.

“And why’s that?” He keeps you close to him as he moves. Settling himself on the edge of his bed, his hands coming comfortably to rest on the curve of your waist as he holds you in front of him. You feel his fingers gently push into you, moving you closer to him without much effort. The front of your thighs presses against the edge of his plush mattress, Vessel’s long legs caging you in on either side. You still had to look up slightly to be face to face with him, knowing you had met his eyes behind the slits of his mask as your heart began to pound in your chest.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

“Smart girl,” he praises, “I see you’re putting the pieces together quickly.” He ponders over what to say for a moment, carefully selecting each word in his mind. “He spoke to you last night, didn’t he?”

“Vessel, what was that?” You answered his question with your own.

“That was Sleep.” He states simply. A bewildered expression formed on your face, Vessel continued speaking before you had a chance to ask any questions. “I for the life of me can’t figure out how to even begin telling you about Sleep.” He admits with a bashful chuckle. “I hate to keep you in the dark, but can I please ask you to wait just a little while longer?” The booming voice echoed in the back of your mind. ‘Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.’ 

“I trust you.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“When the time is right I’ll tell you everything, you have my word.” He promises, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb trailing slowly across your skin. The cool material of his mask comes to rest against your forehead. He just held you for a moment, both of you relaxing into the comfortable silence that surrounded you. “I shouldn’t keep you too long, the others will throw a fit.” He says quietly, both of you dissolving into soft laughter.

“Vessel,” he hums in response to you saying his name.

“What is it, love?”

“I really enjoyed our time together the other night.” He froze, seeming almost dumbfounded by the words that had left your mouth.

“You did?” His response comes out timidly, as if he was dancing around those two simple words, worried it was the wrong thing to say. “Maybe… Maybe we could do something like that again sometime then.”

“I’d like that.” You smile softly at him.

Your fingers remained linked with his as he led you across the clearing, the other three members of the group working quickly to make sure everything was set up by the time you reached the table. You were handed a plate of something you didn’t recognize, but it tasted good. Your night became a blur of stolen kisses on your cheeks and laughter that easily bubbled up from your chest. “I believe II had something planned for the two of you tonight.” Vessel suddenly chimes in. “I think we should probably give them some privacy, boys.” He suggests with a patient smile. They each say their respective goodbye’s; IV pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, telling you he’ll see you soon before darting off to his cabin, III pulls you flush against him, lifting his mask just enough to capture your lips with his own. He mumbles a quiet ‘goodnight’ against your lips, his hand lingering on the curve of your waist as he pulls away. You turned to face Vessel, he held out his hand for you to take. “I’ll walk you.” It didn’t take you long to see that II had snuck off to set up a fire, a log pulled the perfect distance away from the flames to sit on. “It looks like you’re in for a nice evening.” You could feel his eyes studying you from behind his mask. “It’s a shame we have to part ways.”

“We still have a couple minutes.” Your eyes dart down to his lips momentarily.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want me to leave.” He responds with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t.” Vessel presses a knuckle below your chin, tilting your face up to allow him the chance to study your features closely.

“Trust me love, if I had it my way I already would have stolen you for myself.” He chuckles, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “We’ll have our time… I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers. He cradles your face gently in his hand, his eyes wandering over your features in silence for another moment before he speaks again. “II, make sure she gets home safely.” You hadn’t noticed until Vessel had startled him that II had wandered back in your direction. “Have a good night, beautiful.” A pair of warm lips press against your forehead, and just like before, as quickly as he was there he was gone. A sense of longing ached deep in your chest, one that was quickly pushed down as II’s hands came to rest on your waist. He gently turns you to face him, hand cupping your cheek as his lips ghost over yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your racing thoughts coming to a screeching halt as you let the kiss consume you.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” II mumbles against your lips with a soft chuckle. Heavy, warm fabric is draped across your shoulders, your fingers instinctually reach up to rub along the edge of the thick denim jacket. “I wanted to make sure you were warm enough. It’s a nice night, but it still gets pretty cold out here.” You found yourself cuddled into his side, the campfire keeping you comfortable despite the chill in the air. II excitedly pointed out every constellation he recognized, filling your mind with tales of adventure, the bravest heroes, the most passionate of love stories. “Right there, that’s Andromeda. She’s famous for nearly being eaten by a sea monster because her mother tried to say she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs.” You can’t help but laugh slightly at the absurd story.

“Well, what do you think?” II gives you a curious glance. “Was she prettier than the sea nymphs?”

“She definitely wasn’t as pretty as you.” You stuttered out a shocked sound in response, your cheeks immediately growing warm. “You’re really bad at accepting compliments.” He points out bluntly, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“I’m just not really used to getting them I guess.” You admit with a bashful chuckle.

“You’re unfortunately going to have to get used to that then.” He glances down at you, his bright blue eyes meeting yours and freezing you in place. “You’re beautiful, I’m not about to let you forget that.”

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[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..

[eepwriting]

please please please i am BEGGING for extremely dominant and possessive vessel

bonus points for any facefucking, choking, edging, restraining the reader. maybe a lil of him getting off on seeing them cry. but of degradation and a lot of praise and dirty talk thrown in for good measure and i will owe u my entire life (i just KNOW this man has a mouth on him in the bedroom and he will use it in more ways than one)

Mine To Use ✶ Vessel x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (m receiving), choking, degradation, edging, restraining, fingering, dacryphilia, mean! vessel

Note - you’re really delivering with this ask anon and I’m here for it!!! Hope you enjoy :) thank you!! 🤍

!! mdi !!

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“I thought I told you to be ready for me when I got home.”

Vessels on you the second he walks through the door. He stalks up to you, grabbing ahold of your shirt collar and pulls you up to stand. You gasp in surprise as he roughly pulls you to your feet.

His hand closes around your throat, applying slight pressure. His thumb on your jaw turns your head to the side, his mouth moving in close to your ear. “What? Are you too dumb to follow instructions? Hm?” His teeth close over your earlobe.

You only let out a hum when his grip on your neck tightens, his other hand reaching behind you to roughly grope your ass. “Let’s see if this makes sense to you. On your knees. Now.” His hand pushes down on your neck.

You quickly drop to your knees, hands reaching up to massage his thighs. You so badly want to ask him why he’s in such a mood but you don’t want to push your luck by asking questions.

“Well look at that. You seem eager for my cock down your throat. Is that right?” His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You gaze up at him and nod. You open your mouth when his thumb pushes down harder and he runs the pad over your bottom teeth. You stick your tongue out to lick over his finger and watch as his jaw clenches.

His other hand grabs one of your own, dragging it up, placing it over his belt buckle. Your hands move quickly, unfastening the buckle and pulling it off of him completely. Your fingers hook into his waistband, tugging his pants down his hips. His hard cock springs free and Vessel snickers when he sees you swallow, your eyes watching it bob in front of your face. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand, the back of your neck with the other, keeping your head still. “Open.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. “Hm, what a good little whore. Hands behind your back. I don’t want you touching me.”

You want to pout at his words, your hands itching to wrap around him but you reluctantly clasp your hands behind your back. He grips the back of your neck tighter and lets the tip of his cock tap on your tongue. He slides his length over tongue into your open mouth, his hand moving to the top of your head. You let your lips close around him, sliding further down his length. He lets out a deep breath above you when your lips and tongue slide up to meet his tip, your tongue swirling around the head.

He lets you lick and suck all over his cock for a short while, just enjoying the warm of your mouth. His hips eventually start thrusting to meet your mouth halfway, the grip he has on your hair tightening. “Shit. Just want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. You gonna let me?” Both his hands grip the sides of your face, keeping your head still as he thrusts roughly into your mouth. “Of course you are. Good cock slut.” He grunts, pushing your head forward. You moan at his words, cut short when you feel his cock slip into your throat. He keeps it there, shallow thrusts from his hips. You gag around him, eyes squeezing shut, your hands itching to grip his thighs, craving something to hold on to.

He pulls his cock from your mouth completely, a cough coming from you at the sudden movement. Vessel breathily chuckles, grabs his cock and runs it along your cheek, your saliva covering your face. You moan, breathless and dazed as you look up at him, sticking your tongue out again. He huffs and smirks before he’s back to thrusting into your waiting mouth. He pushes his thumb in, along side his cock, stretching your mouth open wider. “You see this?” He pulls his thumb away to show you the saliva coating his finger before smearing it across your cheek. “Is this your dumb bunny brain leaking out of your mouth? You’ve gone stupid on my cock, huh? Just a drooly little hole that’s all mine to use.” He uses his leg to nudge your clenched thighs open, his foot pushing up against your core.

You greedily grind your hips down on his covered foot, moans freely crawling up from your throat. Your hands clench harder behind your back, hips moving quickly and impatiently. “You like being called stupid, don’t you? Look at you.” He pushes the top of his foot up into you harder. His hips still thrusting fast into your mouth, faltering occasionally. “It’s almost pathetic. That you like being treated this.” His voice comes out in growl, his hips moving even faster, if that’s possible. He groans at the sound and feel of you gagging around him, his hands roughly pulling your head to him.

He grunts, jaw clenched, his hips stutter. “Gonna cum down your throat. You’re gonna take it all.” You let a deep breath out through your nose as you feel him release at the back of your throat. You watch him throw his head back, the muscles on his chest and stomach flexing. You gag around him again, his cock, cum and all the extra spit in your mouth becoming too much. He just stands there for a moment, catching his breath before he hums and looks down at you, slowly pulling his cock from your mouth, saliva dripping from your lips. You finally swallow and take in a deep breath.

Your hips still grind and bounce on his foot as you look up at him with needy and pleading eyes. Whiny whimpers falling from your mouth. “Can I please touch?” You plead out, biting over your bottom lip.

Vessel just stares down at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. “Go on.” He nods down at you. Your hands fly out to grip at his leg, fingertips digging into his thigh, your hips grinding down harder. You’re practically hugging his leg and he lets you, eyes watching you, full of amusement. He registers the high pitched moans you let out and the way the rhythm of your hips get sloppy before he’s prying your fingers off his thigh and removing his foot out from under you. You whine out at the loss of contact, your release having only been mere seconds away.

He pulls you up to stand, his hand latching around your neck, squeezing, his mouth attaching to your swollen lips. You groan when his tongue licks into your mouth, gripping his forearm. He pushes you with the hand on your throat, walking you backwards towards the bedroom, his mouth moving to kiss and lick on the side of your face. He pushes you on the mattress when the back of your knees hit the bed, crawling over you, his hand and mouth resuming their previous positions.

His other hand finds its way under your shirt to grope and squeeze on your chest. He rests his thigh between your own, your hips almost immediately bucking up against it. He kisses over your chin and jaw, groaning. “So needy.” You chase your release again, hips moving quickly over his leg, your hand gripping the back of his neck.

He pulls away from you completely, pushing himself up to stand and you cry out, hips moving against nothing now. He leaves the room without saying anything. You think about trailing your hand down to play with yourself while he’s gone but you already know you’re in for a long night. If he caught you, that’d surely only make things worse for yourself. Vessel returns, his belt in hand. “Hands up for me.” You put your wrists together in front of yourself.

He loops the belt around your wrists, pulling your arms over your head, fastening the other end of the belt to the headboard with a crude knot. “Such a good listener, aren’t you?” He straddles your thighs, leaning down to kiss you with surprising softness and warmth. His thumb strokes over your neck and throat before his hand wraps around it again, this time only applying minimal pressure. You pull at your restraints, just wanting to hold his face to yours.

His other hand slips between your legs, palming over you through your bottoms. Moaning at the contact, you feel like you could finish right then and there. His mouth pulls away from yours to watch your face, a small smile on his lips. His hand speeds up over you, applying more pressure, only to let up. Slow speed and teasing, light touches. His hand around your neck matches the pattern he’s created. Squeezing harder as his hand speeds up, releasing pressure as his hand slows down. You can’t register how long he keeps this up. He never keeps his hand moving quickly long enough for your pleasure to peak, not letting you get to the edge, just leaving you simmering.

He eventually pulls both hands from you, moving his head down to kiss all over your chest and stomach. He spends what feels like ten minutes on each nipple. Slowly licking, sucking them into his mouth, his teeth grazing over them occasionally. You’re a heavy breathing mess at this point, wrists aching from pulling at the leather wrapped around them.

“You’re being so good for me. So patient.” He tells you once he settles between your legs, his hands rubbing along your thighs. “Just waiting to make a mess, aren’t you?” You look down at him and eagerly nod, bucking your hips up. “Please.”

He just shrugs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms. “We’ll see.” His fingers tug your bottoms down over your hips and thighs. He lets you kick them down the rest of your legs before settling down again. His eyes trail over you, his mouth attaching to your inner thigh. “Look at you. You must be aching. It almost looks painful.” His lips move along your leg, his fingers reaching out to run over you.

He pins your hips to the bed with his forearm, his mouth now sucking purple marks onto your thighs. Your back arches when you feel his fingers on your opening, massaging in circles. You whimper and you feel Vessel smile on your skin. Two of his fingers slowly push into you, inching in knuckle by knuckle until they’re fully buried in you. You breathe out in fast, shallow breaths, wrists tugging, your hips desperately trying to move.

He brings his fingers all the way out of you before repeating the process. Massage, push into you, pull out and repeat. You’re too dazed to plead or beg, just glad you might actually get your release. His fingers speed up and your vision blurs. He adds a third finger, thrusting in and out of you steadily. You’re right on edge in no time, clenching around his fingers.

It frustrates you that you’re not even surprised when he pulls his fingers from you. That doesn’t stop the long string of whines and moans that leave your mouth. He lets your pleasure die down, just kissing along your thighs, before his hand is on you again, repeating the same torture as before.

It’s after the third time when you feel the tears come. A frustrated, overworked sob comes from you and Vessel’s head snaps up to look at you. He watches you as the first tear slips down your face. You can barely see him through your cloudy vision, but don’t miss the way his jaw clenches as he watches you. You drop your head down on the mattress when you feel his teeth close over the inside of your thigh. “Look at me.” He taps your hip. You look down at him, face covered in tears, eyes red.

He groans when he sees your face, his fingers pushing into you again, not even giving you a minute before he’s roughly thrusting them in and out of you. “So pretty when you cry. You know that?” He breathes out. You can see his hips grinding down on the mattress and it sends a shockwave through you. “I think I could come cum again just looking at you.” His jaw closes over your thigh again. “Tell me why you’re crying.”

His fingers pause slightly and curl inside you before moving again. Your bottom lip quivers as you speak, “You won’t let me cum. I just want to cum.” More tears slip down your face, hips bucking up impatiently.

He groans again, resting his head against your thigh, eyes still watching you. His fingers speed up along with his hips that are still sloppily bucking against the bed. Another cry leaves you when you teeter on the edge again, sure that he’ll pull away from you, but he doesn’t. Your mouth opens silently, hips spasming and bucking, all the sounds that were caught in your throat come tumbling out as you clench hard around his fingers. Waves of overwhelming pleasure roll over you. It almost feels like too much. Your thighs tremble as Vessel’s fingers work you through your climax, letting up only when your foot pushes against his shoulder, trying to move away from his hand.

You lay there, trying to catch your breath, hips still twitching. Steady tears fall now, your mind and body overrun with overwhelming emotion. You feel Vessel over you now, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You blink away enough tears to see his hand wrapped around himself, greedily pumping his cock. His thumb runs over your cheek, gathering the moisture there before dragging it down your neck. He has a look of total desperation on his face.

A gravely moan comes from him as he shuts his eyes, hanging his head. His hips falter before he cums again, ropes of it painting your stomach. His hips buck wildly into his hand as low groans fall from his mouth. Your mouth hangs open slightly as you watch him.

He opens his eyes to look at you, blissed out, his chest heaving. You want to reach out and touch him but you can’t. You impatiently tug on the belt.

His reaches above you to release your hands, his thumbs massaging over the slightly raw skin, his mouth coming down to leave small kisses on your wrists. His hand wipes over your cheeks before he bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

He stumbles to stand before leaving the room. Returning shortly after with a wet rag and a bottle of water. You gladly accept the water, taking a long sip as he cleans you up. He lays next to you when he’s finished, hand coming up to brush away any remaining tears from your splotchy face before pulling you close to him.

You lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, feeling exhausted. “You feeling okay?” He rubs a hand down your back. You hum and nod your head, curling around him.

He’s sure you fall asleep the minute he pulls the covers over the two of you. He lays there listening to your heavy breathing for a long while before falling asleep himself.

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Anon, you went crazy with this ask. THANK YOU

Once again, the ending lowkey sucks but that’s okay.

Hope you enjoyed 🤍

K. Bye bye.

[get-purged]

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

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

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

word count: 886

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

god i want him to mount me like thatfjsgtrwdsgvfyuiuh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

was it his fault that he trusted you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading!

-leo :3

[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.

[undiscovered-element]

Chapter four- Masks and scars

Warning: the last chapter was short and I wasn't very inspired, but THIS ONE, if you like the supernatural side of Vessel and his relationship with iii you will love this chapter. I really tried and it's the biggest one so far, please let me know if you like it🖤

After the dream you couldn't sleep anymore, not that that kind of thing had called your attention but you were worried about your problems. So after a few minutes you just put on an overcoat and went downstairs patting the back of your head feeling the hangover from last night. Your eyes ran around the living room and the couch looking for the figure of your dream, maybe it was all an imagination and he didn't even exist, but the noise of glasses in the kitchen said that you weren't crazy enough to dream about all that yet.

You walked in light steps to the other room and leaned on the counter attentive to Vessel's movements, he seemed to be trying to manipulate the coffee pot but he was doing it in the most wrong way possible, starting with the fact that he put sugar in the place of coffee, and salt in place of sugar. You were even finding the situation a little funny since it wasn't often that you saw such a clumsy stranger with a simple coffee, you was really willing to help the poor man.

-If it continues like this, our breakfast will be our lunch. -your voice was calm, careful, after all in your mind everything was very confused but you knew that after a whole night he didn't hurt you and that was good.

-I haven't used this for a long time, my friends and I hardly eat much in the morning.

-Well, and these friends are not worried? After all, you're in the house of someone for over twelve hours

-If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, wouldn't you? - You laughed with the comment, thinking about what chance you would have to do something like that since the opposite would be much more possible.

-You know, I dreamed about you, in fact it was more of a nightmare.

- Tell me I'm curious.

-You were covered in wounds on your back, they were scars but some were open and I could feel your pain as I saw you in the bathroom mirror, but you told me they were bar fights

Vessel pauses silently for a moment and one of the cups in his hand comes into contact with the floor causing several pieces of glass to scatter around the place, some end up hitting both of them in the feet making small cuts but he was still motionless and you pay attention to the man in front of you.

"I didn't say anything about myself to her, I didn't show her that, I wouldn't be such a fool to show so much of myself, I just didn't do that, it would be so wrong"

-Sorry-was the only word out of his mouth you could hear about that, however it wasn't about the cup but you wouldn't understand if he explained so Vessel just bent down and took a few pieces in his hand to scoop up the mess.

Your eyes traveled over his movements until he noticed something fall out of his pocket and a sudden movement on his part to pick it up again, it looked like a paper or a photo. You ran your eyes through the picture frames in the room until you realized that it looked familiar and it wasn't a coincidence, it was something you treasured very well. Without saying anything, you go to the room, in a specific drawer and a yellowish envelope at the bottom of it, just as you suspected the paper was not there, so it was in fact in his hands. You go back to the kitchen this time in a hurry and anger and quickly approach him putting your hands in your pants pockets.

-Where is it?

-I didn't understand.

-The photo! Where is it? -You pull the first thing you touch knowing what it was about, he just raised his hands as if he was being searched.

-This is uncomfortable, if you can get your hands out of there...

-Why? What did you want with that? How did you find it, after all, how do you know so much about here?! I didn't ask before because I was clearly drunk but you even knew my address!

-It's not the time for me to tell you anything, I'm sorry - his voice cracking, he knew that feeling.

-You first get in my car, force me to bring you here, say you know where I live, flirt with me, mention things like sacrifice and don't want to explain to me? And you still take the only photo I have of my father on the last day of his life? Are you sick by any chance?

-I think you better measure your words with me, I'm not crazy like you're making it seem.

-So who are you? Why don't you say who you are?

-I can't, I can't now.

-You must be one of Joe's sick friends, right? He must have set it all up as a joke, that's enough, take off your mask

You advance on him fighting his arms away from the object, he clearly didn't put strength, it looked like he didn't even want to touch you and that was irritating you even more. You finally put your hands on his face pulling the object that was covering him at once, but you dropped it at the same moment moving away, your conclusions were wrong, more wrong than possible, to begin with... he wasn't human.

The eyes of a fire yellow tone, but also reddish like blood, dark sockets, black as night, but it wasn't the color that made your legs give way to the ground, but the number of pairs of eyes on his face. They all looked at you in a ghastly countenance, the skin on his face was deeply scarred and his hair covered a little of the two pairs of eyes above the others. A cry of pain came out of the man's lips that made you move away even more covering your mouth not knowing what to show in front of that, now yes, now yes you were dreaming.

You threw the photo to the floor as you backed away and ran into your room slamming the door and falling back against it, stifling your sobs and fear against your hand. The thought that he was just a stranger in her house changed to "not human". You always maintained a skeptical posture with the supernatural, your mother told you about your father, said that man lived exploring the other side of this world, the spiritual world, but that in one of his discoveries something possessed him in such a way that he was in a coma. Doctors said it was a rare case of brain death, and your mother never forgot the last words he said before he never woke up, it was something like "Sleep arrives for some like rest and for others like punishment". However, no one took him seriously in his delusions, but otherwise you never believed in the spirit world in which such creatures could exist.

Your thoughts spun restlessly as tears coated the fabric on your body, you prayed that the sight had been a nightmare, you began to struggle with the idea of unlocking the door and facing Vessel, something in you told you not to be afraid. But you on the other hand seem to have hurt him after hearing the deep scream that came out of his lips. Footsteps approached the stairs, you grabbed your legs praying louder thinking that it was just a haunting, the steps slowly approached your room but you were already grateful that it was daylight, the light in your room made everything a little less gloomy, already the sun that reflected in Vessel's six eyes made you shiver. A familiar voice calls out your name, it was Joe, or at least it should be.

-Are you still sleeping? The kitchen is a mess and the door was open. Did you forget to lock it overnight?

-I must have fallen asleep with it open, Joe I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower if you can wait for me in the room I appreciate it -You tried your best to disguise the fear in your words, what if it wasn't really Joe?

Seconds later whoever it was had already come down and you cautiously unlocked the bedroom door. The hallway of your house was dimly lit even during the day, the lightbulb had burned out and you hadn't provided a new one, so the path to the bathroom still carried a sense of fear, as if at any moment something would emerge from the shadows. When you can turn on the light in the bathroom you find a new piece of paper under the sink, there was a dried rose and vines wrapped around the note, to read the words you had to push away the thorns, your attempt obviously resulted in your blood staining the note , however you managed to remove the plant.

"You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game"

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The sun had burned his pupils, he was a creature of the night, Sleep made him a creature of the night so why the hell was he walking around in daylight?

-Where were you? -that extremely familiar and sweet voice enters Vessel's ears and calms him down for a second.

-iii...

-Hmm? We've been looking for you all night, iv and ii are desperate and Sleep is furious, we feel unbearable pain for hours without you, what are you doing Ves?

-I'm sorry, I didn't want you to be punished because of me.

-FUCKING ANSWER ME! -iii grabs Vessel's clothes pulling him closer grabbing his shoulders, desperately seeking comfort, an answer, something, his skin was burning with agony and in these moments Vessel knew he was the only one who could calm him down.

-I love you, I wasn't going to abandon you, I'm sorry for that...-his words were interrupted by a desperate kiss, iii was still looking for contact with Vessel to calm his soul and this was their relationship, they knew a lot good of that. The need for carnal desire Ves met with the devotion and submission that iii offered, and a guilty feeling rose in his stomach as iii's hands brought him closer.

The bond that was created between the two from the moment they became vessels of Sleep, went beyond desire, Vessel always reached out to iii when he felt he was too tired or unsure. Realizing his partner so needy and worried hurt, but it would hurt more when he told about his days being numbered as a vessel and that very soon he would be replaced, but how to make iii and the others understand that this is the reason he ran away to seek human pleasures like the love of a woman. It would seem a silly excuse, but it was true, but once again he decides to fall into iii's arms, he wouldn't know how long he could enjoy this feeling of care, and after the disastrous event, all he needed most was that, comfort.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Worship

a/n I won’t say anything because what is there to say… Also, this is fiction idk why but I just feel the need to wave that flag here.

Summery: Just on stage shenanigans between you, the back singer, and the boys.

warning: no full on smut because there’s so much of that as it is but they are sex on legs so this does have sexual implications. I’m just a girl. And I feel like I should go confess my sins to someone.

All of them x reader

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Nothing truly beats the feeling of the stage lighting beaming on you. The radiant atmosphere and the beating of the crowd in front of the stage. It got addictive fast. And the rush of both adrenaline and freedom you never truly got over. Most of the time, it still felt like a dream. Like you weren’t there. There weren’t four other people. A whole band that people swooned over. 

You still remember the notification of the private message in your DMs. “We’ve seen your videos. The voice is to die for. Up to back us up?” You had stared at it for hours. Pressing the profile over and over again, convinced that one of the times it would take you to some scammy account, but it didn’t. So you took that leap of fate, and the roller coaster that unfolded still made your skin tingle at times. 

“How you don’t break an ankle in these is beyond me," II grumbled, gesturing to the high heels you were strapping around your legs. Before throwing the towel he had just used to dry his hair with, at you. You huffed back, “Of course you wouldn’t know; you sit and look pretty the whole show."  You shot him an overly exaggerated smile before flipping him off. “Put the claws away, baby," he said, lifting his hands up, “I would love to keep my eyes for some time longer." You lifted both of your hands, making sure to flex the black coffin-shaped nails, only earning a chuckle in return from II. 

“No form of violence is allowed backstage," III cut in, putting the mask over his face, “Unless it’s consensual, of course." The three of you snickered. There was never a dull moment with them. You weren’t sure exactly why you imagined them to be all cold and unapproachable, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. From the silly hats they happily took from the fans to messing around on stage barking. “We’re out in thirty,"  IV's voice cut through the snickering. “Vess?”, you questioned, standing up only to still feel tiny among them. It was unfair how even killer heels had you feeling minuter. “In his element, ready to go," the usual then. You turned to the mirror while doing the last checkups. Fiddling with the straps of your dress.

“Headset feels good?”, warm hands slipped up your beck, fidgeting with the wires as if he even knew what he was doing. “You just needed an excuse to put your hands on me, sir," you said, pushing back against IV’s chest. He already had his mask on, but from the way his blue eyes flickered, you knew he was smirking at you. “You can’t call the man guilty if you haven’t caught him red-handed, darling,"  he muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “And to my defense, the wire wasn’t plugged in,"  he snickers before pulling back. You shook your head as you watched him follow after the boys out. Reaching for your mask, you take a couple of deep breaths to steady your heartbeat. It was going to be a night to remember. You could just feel it. 

And your gut wasn’t wrong. The crowd was wild tonight, and that always set the bend into a different kind of frenzy. For most of the shows, you were usually up there on your pedestal. Looking like a vision cloaked in both light and darkness, there were some songs that Vessle liked having you down there with him. But you always felt almost guilty. You didn’t want the fans to feel like you were there to change the dynamic. Let alone take up a spot that wasn’t yours to take. 

So when you noticed Vessel striding towards you, you couldn’t help but silently shake your head. They had already all been all over each other all night. But you don’t get to run through all of your reasons as to why this was a bad idea before Vessel was in front of your pedestal. Hands reaching up for your ankles before he pointed for you to get down. You shook your head at him, continuing to sing your part. Not wanting the interaction to seem odd, you sank to your knees so you can touch his face, only realizing how wrong this move was once Vessel's hands grip the sides of your hips and you’re airborne before you can even blink. 

A small shriek slips past your lips as you hold onto his shoulders. But no matter what your reaction to this was, he was all smug about it. His white teeth bright against the black paint covering his body. “I don’t like it when you put on unnecessary fights," he mused before turning back to the crowd. So, you let the thrill of the beat take over. Playing into the role of the masked goddess. A siren. That was the beauty of the mask. Such little thing making the biggest difference. Giving one the chance to feel way more confident. 

And it’s II your legs take you to first. His eyes follow your movements all across the stage. With the drum set taking most of his platform he was sat on, playing games with this man was tricky. But it wasn’t impossible. So you slither behind him. Placing your hand on top of his head, you carefully make him look up at you. That same moment, the heel II was so found off finds its way between his parted legs. Without missing a beat, his face is pressed into your upper thigh, fingers dipping beneath the mesh overlay of your dress. And you know there will be hell to pay later on from the way he’s gripping your ankle. You push his face away from your body, throwing him a lighthearted kiss as you hurry down the platform stairs. The roar of the crowd filling all of your senses. 

III is left to your mercy next. And since his eyes were all over you, you knew that even if you were to walk right past him, he would follow you across the stage. So you stand there, motioning with your fingers for him to come to you. Right as your part of the solo vocals came. Ones that boys even called your siren song. You let the melody pour out of you. Watching III sink to his knees in front of you. Your brain blanks for a moment as he leans forward, and you just know why the crowd erupts in chaos. So your fingers find his head, pulling him even closer. Let him paint the picture of devouring you. Worshipping you. And you’re yet again so thankful for the mask covering your face because you know that your face would be as red as the paint on his skin. Especially after he stands back up. Fingers moved to brush over his lips as if he was cleaning them.

You can feel someone’s eyes burning holes in your body, and you’re not even one bit surprised to see IV with his eyes blazing. He was the one you flirted the most with backstage as well. Since day one, there was just that mutual fire you both shared. So the back and forth between you both was never-ending. But if there was one thing IV avoided, it was making any move towards you while everyone was on stage. And while boys took their sweet time being lunatics when it came to you. His play pretend ended with his bandmates. Yet you didn’t miss the glances he threw your way. Or how he would find himself close to your pedestal, close enough to touch but never leaning in. 

And while your head was telling you that maybe he just didn’t want to get involved, your heart was telling you to take yet another leap of faith. So you two stood in front of each other for a heartbeat. And right as Descending’s you came crawling back to me, filled the stage. Your finger hooked beneath the bottom of his mask as you pulled him closer. No matter the blast of sounds around you, you could still make out the growl that slipped past his lips. And since his eyes promised hell, you threw all caution to the wind as you leaned in, smashing your lips against his. You didn’t let it linger for too long; there was little fun in having two masks between you both, but it got the point across well enough. 

IV’s hand reached for you as you moved back away. A freaked-out giggle slipped past your lips as you darted towards your last victim for the night. Well, and shelter now, considering that you had to get away from IV. Vessel was someone you knew had to be worshipped in front of the fans. You weren’t living under a rock. His hands and fingers had separate fan blogs, not to mention his carved-out chest muscles. So you slipped behind him. Letting your fingers trail the sides of him. Finding the sweat-drenched skin. Dragging your nails over the paint, no doubt leave claw marks in its way. 

You rested your head against Vessel’s beck for a heartbeat, hoping to slip from behind him with ease. But you couldn’t have been more wrong because the moment you took the reassured stride away from him. A firm hand gripped your hair as he carefully, yet rather possessively, dragged you back to him. Pulling your head back so he could look down at you, shaking his head. But the smile gave his controlling demeanor away. “Whatever will we do with you, little Vixen?" You bit your lip, shrugging slightly. Playfully pushing at his chest, you slipped out of his grip. Swaying your hips as you slowly climbed back to the steps of your pedestal. Not letting your brain think of the hell you just set ablaze.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats. 

“what?” 

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair. 

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?” 

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking. 

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.” 

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.” 

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

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13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s. 

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes. 

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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[adenobabe]

Your pleasure is my pleasure

Vessel x F!reader

This is my first fic pls don’t hate on me tysm 🥺

Look I’m a iii girlie but I love Vessel sm I just couldn’t get this out of my head so here it is let me know what you think 💗

Tags: explicit content, edging, overstimulation, vessel x reader, praise kink, vessels a sweetheart, intercourse (p in v), no mention of y/n, pet names (bunny, darling, baby etc)

I was listening to Jaws on repeat while writing this so play that for the vibes if ya like lol xx

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“Please baby just one more for me?” Vessel pleads in your ear, delicately moving the hair out of your face. You lay there whimpering, shaking from pleasure your third orgasm only just finishing washing over you. For the love of Gods you have never in your life experienced such immense pleasure. You close your eyes to steady your breath running your hand up his bare torso resting your hand behind his neck. Vessel hovers over you his slender long fingers still inside your dripping hole you clench around them still throbbing from your orgasm his fingers achingly slowly pumping in and out of you. You meet each others gaze your hand going to the side of his cheek. He lightly grazes over your clit with his thumb. Your body jolts at the overstimulation and you whimper “Vess please.” “Yes darling? Tell me bunny anything you want I’m all yours.” Vessel hums against your lips.

He moves his lips down onto yours gently kissing your lips groaning. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to play with your nipple your slickness adding to the pleasure. Moaning into the kiss you ache for fullness between your legs again, desperate for some kind of friction you push your hips up to him feeling how hard he is. Vessel groans as he meets his hips with yours “you have no idea how much I crave you my love how much I love worshiping your body I could do this all day and night.” He moves his hand to your cheek running his thumb over your lips “I love your beautiful lips…the noises that come out of this pretty mouth is music to my ears.” You look down between each other noticing the wet patch growing on Vessels boxers from his leaking cock he’s rock hard his size always surprising you. You moan in anticipation just at the sight of him. “Vessel please I just need you inside of me.” You plead. Vessels eyes grow darker “in time my love we have all night. You’re doing so good for me my sweet bunny.” He kisses your lips and moves down your chest running his hands down your sides leaving wet kisses on his way down.

Your breath hitches as he kisses the inside of your thigh his arms sliding underneath your thighs hitching your legs over his shoulders. He looks up at you inches away from your aching desire “Tell me when you’re close my love. I’ll take this slowly.” You look down at Vessel the mere sight of him between your thighs the feeling of his big hands on your lower stomach holding you in place your legs wrapped around his neck lighting a flame back inside you again. You clench around nothing as Vessel brings his thumb up to your clit circling with light pressure his eyes fixed on you groaning at the feel and sight of you. You can see how much enjoyment he gets out of teasing you his delicate long fingers edging you closer and closer wetness dripping down between you both. You moan throwing your head back and move against his finger desperate for a faster pace or more pressure. “That’s it baby. Fuck my fingers. Use me. Let go for me.” Vessel grinds himself down into the mattress as his tongue replaces his thumb licking soft circles around and around. Noticing your frustration growing he increases pressure and buries himself into your pussy groaning against you sending shockwaves and vibrations through your body. That familiar feeling starting to quickly grow again in the pit of your stomach for the fourth time this evening. “Vess ugh- p-please baby I’m close again” you whimper.

He slips out from beneath you his hands move from your stomach to either side of your head towering over you. You whimper at the loss of contact desperate for your release. “Need to fill you now can’t take it anymore darling just need to feel you wrapped around me. Need you to come all over my cock.” He moves one hand down between you lining his length up with you and achingly slowly inch by inch pushes into you stretching you with this thick long cock. A guttural groan leaves his lips his head hanging forward over you. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.” The feeling of him stretching you and filling you to the brim causing you to whimper and moan in pure ecstasy. His lips are back on yours breathy moans are shared between you as he steadies himself in you his hips flush with yours, your clit pressing against him. The pressure and fullness nearly enough to send you over the edge. He holds himself fully bottomed out in you gathering himself to allow you to adjust to his size before sliding all the way out and achingly slowly back in. “That’s it sweetheart you’re doing so good taking me so well.” His cock strocking that part inside you that has you seeing stars. His hands hold onto your hips as he lifts you up to meet him as he drags himself in and out of you. Your eyes close getting lost in ecstasy. “I could do this forever. Ugh honey… bunny….baby look at me while I fuck your pretty pussy please.” Vessel moans in between thrust his hand coming to grab your face to look at him. Your eyes meet and he leans forward pushing your legs apart and down to meet the mattress holding your legs either side of you. Vessel thrusts into you quicker his primal desire taking over him. “Making you feel good is my purpose on this earth.” His voice shudders between thrusts pressing your thighs further into the mattress his forehead pressed against yours. His breath quickening he moans into your mouth passionately kissing you. Vessel reaches between you both to rub circles on your clit. Your legs start to shake “Vess-oh god baby I’m so close.” You whine out in pleasure. “That’s it bunny cum all over my cock. God you’re so beautiful you feel so good.” Vessel picks up the pace circling your clit sending you over the edge. He holds your thighs down as you whimper, moan and shake under him your orgasm ripping through you as he continues to pump into you. The feeling of you tightly clenching around him sending him over the edge hot ropes of cum painting your walls his cock twitching inside of you. You hold him close as he rides out his high his body pressed against yours moaning and whimpering against your lips his hands tangled in your hair. Vessel comes down from his high meeting your gaze. Still inside you he bucks his hips into you groaning against your neck enjoying the overstimulation wanting it to last as long as possible. You run your hand through his hair your legs still wrapped around him. “I love being inside you I love you so much my love.” You kiss him back in response and whisper against his lips “I love you more baby.”

Vessel slowly pulls out of you. “Stay there my sweet I’ll be right back.” You pout at him and reach for him not wanting to go a second without him. Vessel comes back with a warm washcloth and some water. “Let me clean you my love I’ll be gentle.” Vessel cleans your intimate areas gently leaving soft warm kisses on your forehead handing you some water. “Drink my love.” After you’re both cleaned up, Vessel puts some new sheets on the bed making it cosy for you. “Come here my sweet.” Vessel picks you up and tucks you both under the covers. Your legs and arms wrap around his as he brings you close to his chest leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “You did amazing my love.” You lay there wrapped up with Vessel snuggled close to his chest, the place you love to be the most in this world. You hum against his chest the exhaustion now hitting you both as you drift off to sleep.

[pseudowho]

Imagining Todo Aoi clapping his hands while you're giving him a blowjob, and all of a sudden you're the one being eaten out.