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ii x gn reader

I have this headcannon that II is the hard-ass of the group. He gives absolutely no fucks. He is the scariest and he knows it. He knows exactly what it takes to get you and the other vessels back in line if you start to throw some attitude at him. And there’s really very little that can weaken him.

Except for one thing.

One little word that slips so prettily from your lips it honestly leaves II crawling after you every single time. It’s like his brain shuts down and all he can think about is giving you exactly what you want as fast as possible. He should be embarrassed. And although a small part of him is (because he made you swear to him that you’d keep your lips zipped about it. He can only imagine the havoc III would cause if he caught wind of II’s weakness) but in the moment, giving you what you want is the only thing he cares about.

“…please II…?”

II swears that Sleep put you on this planet just to mess with him. To be the only thing that can melt his brain this quick. He feels like a lost puppy following you through the manor, ready to go where ever you’re going. Willing to do whatever you want him to do.

He knows you know what you’re doing every time you say it like that. So sweetly. So so pretty. So good for him saying please.

It seriously fucks him up. Every single time.

The other vessels have started to catch on a little bit. Noticing how easily II melts for you. III has absolutely tried to bribe you into telling him how you do it. He honest to Sleep begged you to tell him. II watched you from across the room, and with a smile on his face, watched you pretend you had no idea how you do it.

Vessel thinks he knows, ever the observer, but settles on letting you and II share this between the two of you. Feigning complete obliviousness when IV tried to get answers out of him too.

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Fuck this was good

Vigilance

(Vessel x Gender-Neutral Reader)

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

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

Word Count: 599

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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I saw sleep token tonight…

I will never be the same.

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I truly believe this is why II is bald now.

I had to

Inspired by @/drummerboifacts on Instagram

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iv: *playing his solo during the summoning*

Vessel:

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Dracopia scenarios be like: Girl staggers into Abbey infirmary with puncture wounds in her neck. "You should see the other guy." She says, dazed and obviously on the verge of passing out. Dracopia staggers into Abbey infirmary covered in many cartoony lipstick kiss marks. Dazed and obviously on the verge of passing out.

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Yeah this movie is gonna throw me back head first into the deepest pit of Ghost brain rot again I can feel it

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IV who develops a burning hatred towards turtle necks when you start wearing one.

You bought yourself one, the weather is getting cooler as the days go on so it seemed like a good idea at the time. You had it washed and ready to wear the next day, slipping it on and starting your morning as you always do. Feeling nice in your new top.

Except the trouble started when IV realised he no longer had access to your neck. Your neck that he loves to bury himself in. That he loves to kiss. That he loves to make a right mess of every chance he gets. You watch as he approaches you, a look you can’t quite place settles on his face. He hooks his finger into the top of the neckline and pulls it down slightly. There’s not much give, it sits really snug to your skin, which honestly wasn’t intentional… you swear.

You catch the furrow of his brows when you laugh a little at the fact that your neck is off limits to him when you wear this top. You think it’s quite funny to poke some fun at him for it, you say something about how maybe this’ll teach him some self control from now on when it comes to you.

IV doesn’t find it funny at all.

IV hasn’t had an ounce of self control when it comes to you since the day he met you.

One shirt isn’t going to make him have any now.

The shirt goes missing the moment you take it off. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where it might’ve ended up, yet IV swears he hasn’t seen it.

Which… is partly true. He hasn’t seen it since he threw it out. But he won’t tell you that part, and you don’t even have a chance to question him further before his face is pressed into your now very exposed neck.

He likes this much better.

No more turtle necks for you.

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LOOK AT HIM.

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IV on his knees?

Yes. IV on his knees.

you make me wish i could disappear

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Vessel x GN reader.

Vessel and you with very obvious oral fixations hehehehee

It’s kept a secret. At first.

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

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

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

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

But he’s nothing if not patient.

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

His smirk puts the word ‘smug’ to shame.

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

To exploit.

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

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

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HEEHEHEHEHEHE MOUNTY

HEAR ME OUT🙏

Mountain wrecking dew.

Ily Misu

-Curly

ily2 😈😈 -> https://poipiku.com/4197086/9961609.html

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I LOOOOOOOOOVE THISSSSSSS UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

dewdrop my beloved

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Sleep Token makes my soul feel like it can breathe.

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I just…I just… hhhhhhnnnnngggngnggg

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