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daddyhausen · 26 days

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 BAND/MUSICIAN MASTERLIST 」 | 「 VESSEL MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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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

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3k

「 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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34tmyh34rt · 4 months

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Sleep Token Shenanigans

Smut ahead!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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amourtoken · 16 days

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some vessel thoughts for you as per request

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: possessive vessel, raw sex (don't do this), biting, oral fixation, obsession, breeding, dirty talk (vessel has a mf mouth on him lol), some underlying hate fucking vibes, needy ves, size kink, ect.

☆ filthy ass man right here let me tell you

☆ he's so enamored. Absolutely in love and obsessed. All he can think of are your plush hips and pretty eyes 24/7. The way your hips sway just right when you walk, how good your ass looks in your crew leggings, how your tour shirt hugs you just right and when you're helping the stage crew lift boxes he can see just a peek of your skin when your shirt hikes up. Your smile sends a swarm of butterflies to his stomach and blood to his cock. You're so small compared to him too...he could lift you so easily...

☆ He couldn't help himself. He pulled you away from a conversation with a crew member who was a bit too enthusiastic for his taste and nearly threw you into an empty green room, kicking the door closed behind him. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he practically ripped your clothes off, admiring how beautiful you were underneath.

☆ remember when I said he could lift you up like nothing? He knelt down in front of you just enough to grip your thighs and hike you onto his shoulders, legs resting over them as you yelped. He pressed your back to the wall to help support you so high up and went at you like a man starved, face buried in your pussy and hands holding your soft thighs for support. You tasted so fucking sweet, he could spend the rest of his life between your legs happily. His teeth grazed your clit lightly every so often and he'd huff a soft laugh at how you'd jolt and whimper.

☆ he's not done until he wants to be, drawing 3 orgasms from you with his mouth and bringing you to tears before he feels like you're ready for anything else. He just wants his lamb to be taken care of, he knows what's best for you. Trust him.

☆ your body was smeared with black paint from him, which he reveled in. Marking you up so everyone knows you belong to him. He's absolutely going to cover you in hickeys, bite marks and finger print shaped Bruises as well. He won't even attempt to hide them, wanting to be certain everyone knows you're spoken for.

☆ he lowers you from his shoulders but keeps you pinned to the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he fumbles to pull his achingly hard cock from his pants. Once it's freed your eyes widened, how was that going to fit?? He's fucking huge in every way. Ves supports you with one hand as the other guides his cock to your soaked pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit making you whine pathetically. You were so sensitive from earlier but he's gonna tease tf out of you either way.

"Poor thing, don't think you can handle me?"

"Relax, let me take care of you my love, you trust me right?"

☆ the stretch of him is enough to make you see stars and he buries his face against your neck as he sinks in to the hilt. His fingers hold your hips so tight they leave bruises and he trails messy open mouthed kisses all over your throat, teeth scraping the junction between your shoulder and neck before sinking in and drawing a yelp from you. It's almost like he used this as an anchor, grinding himself up into you impossibly further and brushing your cervix. He's so big :((

☆ once he sets a rhythm, then he gets mouthy.

"So fucking tight around me...you ever fucked someone else before? Doesn't matter now does it...all fucking mine."

"Gonna ruin you for everyone else...all mine"

"Feels like this pussy was made for me, love- squeezing me so good"

"Gonna fill you up so fucking good, want me to put a baby in you? Please- beg for it, beg for my cum"

"Please- say my name, need to hear that pretty voice- please, fuck"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, mine- all mine- my fuckin' pussy- say it."

"Gonna take all my cum? Tell me how bad you want it"

"so pretty even when you cry love..all for me?"

"Feels like I'm gonna split you in half- but I'll make it fit."

"Tell me who's making you feel this good- louder. Need everyone to know who's pussy this is."

☆ he punctuates all his nasty sentences with harsh thrusts and revels in the pretty noises you make while he drags you up and down his fat cock. He'll hold you up while he lifts you away from the wall and lays you on the nearest flat surface after swiping everything off it into the floor. Now he can get even fucking deeper.

☆ his arms are caging you under him while he bullies your pussy and he loves to push your knees up to your chest and drill himself even deeper.

"Gotta make sure it takes- fuck- gonna be so pretty with my babies, yeah?"

"Only I can fuck you like this...make you feel this good. Need to hear you say it, please-"

"Hope they all hear how good I fuck you- no point in anyone else trying- you're fuckin' ruined"

"Gonna cum for me again, love? Feel you getting tighter-"

☆ when he cums he's so fucking loud, but he'll bury his face against your skin and sink his teeth in to try and muffle it. It doesn't help. He moans and growls like he's near tears. He'll dig his fingers into your hips as tight as possible and fuck himself deeper than ever when he fills you up.

"fuck- fuck fuck- take it- fucking take it-"

☆ he'd the type to keep fucking you even after he's cum inside and overstimulate the both of you. He almost can't set a rhythm, legs shaking and hips stuttering but he just can't stop. He's whimpering against your neck while fucking his twitching cock into your spent body and spouting praises against your ear abt how beautiful you are and how you're his and his only who took him so good.

☆his wish did in fact come true, almost the entirety of the crew heard you two. Turns out the walls are thinner than expected, but not that he cares. He'd brand his name on you if he could.

#Vessel #Vessel smut #This isn't very good.#But I'll rewrite it sometime #Sleep token smut

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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fangs - vessel (sleep token)

vessel x (gn!)reader

warnings: biting, choking, blood, nsfw, inhuman?vessel, mention of mortality and slight toxic behaviour at the end idk how else to put it

word count: 761

vessels frame towered over you as he entered the small room backstage where you had been waiting for him to finish the show. his black body paint had begun to smear across his torso, mixing with the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin. his hands reached for you, pulling you up off the couch you had been sitting on and connecting your lips without a word spoken between the two of you. his grease paint handprints littered the expanse of your skin as his fingers trailed under your shirt, gripping at your waist roughly, holding you impossible close to him.

“ves….” you whimpered as his teeth dug into the plump flesh of your bottom lip, and he growled deep in his throat in response. maneuvering through the room and around the furniture, vessel positioned you between himself and the wall, his kisses trailing down your jaw to find the crook of your neck. the cold material of his mask against your skin in contrast to the warmth of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and you pushed your hips forward to rub against his. your fingers looped into the belt loops of his black jeans as he shrugged his jacket off, leaving him shirtless, his upper body on full display to you. his long necklaces swayed as they hung from his neck, and you entwined your fingers amongst them.

“vessel-“ you gasped louder this time as he bit down hard on your clavicle, his deathly sharp canines almost like fangs as they drew blood from your flesh. his hands removed your shirt as he reluctantly withdrew from your neck to pull it over your head, and then kissed your lips. the taste of iron in his tongue made your head spin, as the crimson stained his teeth and lips. vessel was often like this after worship, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and needing some way to exhaust it; and you happened to be his favourite.

“my love, tell me what you need.”

“i need you, vessel.” you moaned against his lips as your fingers pulled him closer by the chain of his necklace, his forehead bumping against yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. blood trickled down your chest, vessels eyes growing impossibly dark beneath his mask as he watched its path, transfixed with the sight of it. you took the rare instance that he was distracted as an opportunity to attach your lips to his throat, breaking him out of the trance as he growled deeply at the sensation. you could taste the paint that coloured his skin as you attacked his neck and jaw with dark bruises and lovebites, and vessel could feel his knees growing weak.

“you have such an effect on me, little dove,” he muttered, in a voice that even he almost didn’t recognize as his own. his hips pressed hard against yours, pinning you against the wall as his hands grasped at every part of you he could reach. as you sucked on a particularly sensitve spot on his neck, vessel decided that he’d had enough teasing, and his grip caught your throat, pulling your mouth from his skin, a string of saliva dripping from your lips as you stared up at him, doe eyed and infatuated with the being who stood before you.

“i love you,” you mumbled, humming as vessel tightened his grip in response.

“even now, as i hold your life in my grasp? your mortal fate rests in my hands.”

“especially now.”

he grinned in response beneath his mask, his blood stained teeth on display as your fingers began to fumble with the button of his jeans.

“that pleases me.” he hummed as your hand slipped into his pants and began to stroke his length. you were beginning to feel lightheaded, but it only excited you more as vessel released his grip on your throat, tilting your chin upwards with his thumb and forefinger. “you belong to me, don’t you?” he leaned somehow even closer to your face, his hand on the wall next to your head, bracing himself as you continued to stroke him in his jeans. he admired all of the marks he had left on you thus far; from the black smudges of paint to the angry red bruising around the indentations left by his teeth. his other hand left your chin, tracing down the trail of dark blood that had begun to dry until he slipped his hand into your pants as well, touching you where you needed him most.

“always.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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twilighttowayvision · 9 days

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NSFW ALPHABET - VESSEL 💘

HI OKAY SO!!!! let it be known that i do not and cannot write to save my life but the horny parasites within me simply demanded this of me so i had to listen to them

fair warning — i am absolutely feral over this man!!! vessel in my head is GROSS and KINKY so don’t say u haven’t been warned!!! (saying that i am feral for this man is the understatement of the century actually but i just don’t have a better word!)

very nsfw thoughts under the cut 🫡

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❥ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

• vessel would be so fucking soft with you after sex i just know it.

• extremely cuddly, pulls you close to him, hands running over your body, stroking your hair, giving you soft little pecks all over your face.

• if you’d had a particularly intense scene he would absolutely check in with you afterwards, seeing what you liked, if there was anything you didn’t like. your favourite parts (he would absolutely tuck this knowledge away for later to drive you crazy in the future).

• would be more than willing to get you anything you needed after so you didn’t need to move a muscle. would wrap you in a soft blankie, get you water/snacks, would hold you and hum sweet tunes to lull you to sleep.

• would be absolutely BURSTING with praise for you afterward (also during and just like, always, but we aren’t talking about that right now!!). “you did so good for me, baby. i’m so proud of you.” “such a good girl for me.” “you took me so well, darling.”

❥ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

• his favourite of his own? has to be his toned chest and stomach (we’ve all seen the way this fucker shows it off — there’s no way it’s not his fave).

• fucking loves when you run your hands all over his torso, will absolutely walk around shirtless and smirk when he catches you ogling him.

• his favourite of yours? your lips/mouth, without a doubt. no one will ever convince me ves does not have an oral fixation.

• is obsessed with kissing you, feeling how soft your lips are against his.

• loves the way your lips feel on his skin as you kiss all over his body.

• just about cums in his pants when you put his fingers in your mouth and suck on them.

• swears when you suck his cock that he’s died and gone to heaven, can’t stop staring at his cock disappearing past your lips, will burn the sight and feeling into his memory for the rest of eternity.

• has to stop himself from pouncing on you when you do something as simple as pouting at him when you don’t get your way, or giving him a particularly sweet smile.

❥ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

• this man cannot get enough of his cum all over/in you i just fucking KNOW it.

• not a wasted drop of cum with this man!! ALWAYS in or on you in some way.

• thinks you look so fucking pretty when he paints your face with his cum, and tells you as much every single time. always wants to take pics of it that he can look at when you’re apart.

• sometimes will use his fingers to scoop up the cum he’s painted your face with, just to feed it to you to make sure it’s not being wasted (i told u he’s gross ok!!!)

• is also OBSESSED with cumming inside you, no matter which hole he’s cumming in. loves feeling his cock twitch and pulse while he’s deep in you.

• absolutely DOES have a breeding kink so his ultimate fave is definitely cumming deep in your pussy. nothing makes him feel closer to you than this.

❥ D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

• listen. two words. panty! sniffer!!!

• will pocket your soaked panties and take them on tour with him so he can still smell your pussy when he’s not with you.

• embarrassed as hell when you find out. turned on as HELL when he realises you’re just as gross as he is, intentionally leaving your panties around the house, giving him a little wink if he notices.

• just about loses his fucking mind when you mail him a pair while he’s on tour.

• also a lingerie lover!!! loves to see you dressed up all pretty for him.

• makes him absolutely FERAL!!!! apologises profusely after ripping every piece of lingerie you ever wear in front of him right off of you (but you lowkey love it and start dressing up more and more just because of the reaction you get from him).

❥ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

• oh vessel ABSOLUTELY knows what he’s doing. expert with his fingers, expert with his tongue, expert with his cock.

• regardless of how many people he’s actually slept with, he’s done his research. knows how to do things and knows how to do them properly and safely.

• also experienced with bdsm. knows how to dom the FUCK out of you and will enjoy every second of it.

❥ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

• some ppl will say this is cliche but — missionary king!!!!!

• loves it so he can look into your eyes & make you look into his.

• means he can watch your pretty mouth and listen up close to all the noises that come out of it as you unravel.

• means he can kiss you as much as he wants!!! can and WILL kiss/lick/bite anywhere he can reach: your lips, all over your face, your neck, all over your chest.

• means he’s in a perfect spot to whisper absolute filth into your ear as you whimper beneath him.

• he loves that missionary means you can also kiss all over his neck and chest, that your whimpers and moans go straight to his ears, lowkey loves when your nails dig into his back hard enough to leave a mark.

❥ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

• i think it depends on the scenario and the moment, but most of the time hes gonna be very serious about giving you pleasure and seeking out pleasure himself.

• takes making you cum/teasing you incredibly seriously.

• if y’all are in a more lighthearted moment, he’s absolutely not above having a little laugh or a joke with you while in the midst of it.

❥ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

• very well maintained — trimmed short. nothing exciting! wants to make sure you don’t have a face full of bush when he fucks your face.

❥ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

• the MOST intimate man you will ever meet.

• inside and outside of the bedroom, incredibly touchy feely. always wants to be touching you. holding your hand, a hand on your thigh, your thigh against his if you’re sat next to each other. he just wants to feel you physically close to him (you can’t convince me his love language is not physical touch i will never believe u!!!)

• absolute hopeless romantic at heart!!! will send you flowers while he’s away on tours. hand writes and mails you love letters. writes you poetry. writes you songs!!!! will do anything and everything to let you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

❥ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

• if he’s with you: why would he ever need to masturbate when he’s got three perfectly good holes right there with him?!

• only time he’ll jack off when he’s with you is to tease the fuck out of you. he’ll have you restrained and be stood right in front of you, out of your reach, making you whine and beg for his cock in your pretty mouth.

• if he’s on tour: this man is so horny, there’s no way he’s not getting off while he’s away from you. forever wishing he was deep inside you, but he’ll settle for getting off to your pics and videos.

• begs you to send him voice messages and videos of you masturbating and moaning so he can cum to the sound of you.

• absolutely sends you filthy voice messages and pics and videos in return.

• will sniff the aforementioned panties so he can smell you, look at you, hear you, while he cums thinking about you. wants all his senses to just be you, you, you.

❥ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

• KINKY MOTHERFUCKER, just try to fight me on this!!!!

• dominant as FUCK. loves the thrill of you being completely under his control. loves that you trust him enough to submit fully to him. makes him feel so close and intimate with you in a whole new way. mostly a bit of a soft dom, but if the mood strikes, he can definitely be a bit of a mean dom too (and yeah, maybe sometimes you’re a bit bratty just to bring out his mean side. you can’t help that he’s so hot when he’s like that!!)

• dirty talk KING! this motherfucker will NOT shut the fuck up in the bedroom. he doesn’t even do it on purpose, it’s just like a stream of consciousness. spilling out all his filthy thoughts and desires. can and WILL also whisper these thoughts in your ear in public just to get you all flustered.

• ownership kink. has multiple collars for you, some with his name, some with his favourite pet names for you. some with a matching leash, some just for the bedroom that look more obviously like collars, cute ones that look more like necklaces with his initials on them so that you can wear them in public and still feel and know that you’re owned. will remind you VERY regularly that “you. are. MINE.”

• along with this, vessel is also lowkey (highkey!!!) possessive as fuck. if he sees someone else getting physically close to you or flirting with you? you better be prepared for the angry “you’re fucking MINE, you belong to me” rough and nasty kind of sex. forever leaving marks anywhere and everywhere on you. hickeys, bite marks, bruises, anything to let everyone else know that you’re spoken for.

• breeding kink!!! forever wanting to fuck his cum as deep into your pussy as he can.

• oral fixation: this goes both ways. he wants your mouth everywhere on him and his mouth everywhere on you. wants his fingers in your mouth, his cock in your mouth. fucking LOVES the way your eyes glaze over as he fucks your face. could spend hours between your legs getting lost in the way you taste.

• primal!! this is a man that would chase you through the woods just to fuck you on the forest floor once he caught you. thinks it’s fucking HOT to think of himself as the predator hunting you, and you his prey — to do as he wishes with once he has you in his grasp.

• you cannot convince me this man isn’t at least a little bit of a sadist and masochist — “let me wrap the chains, addicted to the pain.” “manifest pain at the core of pleasure.” — you get the idea, yeah? i think homeboy is into some pain, both giving and receiving. nothing too crazy but i just know i’m right on this!!!!

• bondage — loves having you restrained and helpless beneath him.

• edging/orgasm denial. like i said earlier.. very possessive man w an ownership kink!!! you belong to him. you’re HIS. that includes your orgasms. he won’t let you cum without his permission, and will rarely let you cum if you’re apart while he’s on tour. will get you on the phone with him, touching yourself and bringing yourself to the edge just so he can hear the sweet noises you make, but will tell you he doesn’t want you to cum unless it’s around his cock/fingers/tongue. when you’re together? will edge you until you’re begging, pleading, crying for release. then he’ll make you cum over and over and over and overrrrr again until you’re begging, pleading, crying for him to stop (and you fucking love him for it all).

(i truly could probably continue this list as its own post for all the boys lmao)

❥ L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

• listen. this fucker is chronically horny and will happily take you anywhere and everywhere you will let him. he can barely keep his hands off you!!! he’s taken you in countless green rooms and random rooms backstage at shows, if you’re snuggled under the same blankie watching a movie with the boys, he is absolutely teasing and touching you. getting you all worked up while you try to stay quiet. just so obsessed with you he wants to be touching you all the fucking time. big fan of teasing you in public!!

❥ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

• as previously mentioned, lingerie lover!!! seeing his love all dressed up for him like the absolute GIFT they are will instantly get him rock hard!

• i just fucking KNOW my man is a sucker for neck kisses. you kiss his neck? you better be ready to get absolutely RAVISHED by him.

• he really just loves the way you look when you’re all fucked out. the thought of that alone is enough to motivate him.

❥ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

• he won’t let anyone else cum inside your pussy. that’s for him and him only!!!

• won’t let you not have a safeword. even if you say you won’t need it, absolutely insists on it!!! will put the brakes on absolutely everything if u don’t respond properly when he checks in mid scene.

❥ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

• once again this man has an oral fixation so he is OBSESSED w this both ways! both giving and receiving.

• giving: man will eat you like you’re his last fucking meal. gets absolutely lost in the way you taste, the way you smell, the sounds you make.

• gets off on it so much that if you could focus for like 2 seconds you’d see him rutting and grinding until his pre-cum has leaked a wet spot onto the bed.

• would happily stay between your legs for as long as you’ll let him (and will sometimes insist on staying even longer).

• loves when you lose control of your own body and clamp your thighs together around his head.

• i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he’s GROSS so he really just wants to try and make you squirt all over his fucking face. just once!!!

• receiving: fucking loves loves LOVESSSSSS having his cock sucked. will lose his mind over a messy blowjob.

• adores when you take your time to really worship his cock, makes him feel so fucking good and like he’s the only thing that matters in the world…

• but there’s only so long he can handle things being slow and leaving you in control of the pace of things. can and WILL end up fucking your face and throat without fail every single time.

• the noise he makes the first time his cock hits the back of your throat and you take him even further, deepthroating him? absolutely fucking SINFUL.

• ever since, he’s been obsessed with the feeling of his cock deep in your throat and loves throatfucking you until you’re a gagging, drooling mess for him.

• is absolutely the type to pull you straight back up to him after sucking his cock to give you the most violently passionate open mouthed tongue kisses.

❥ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

• he can be either — totally dependant on the vibe/day/his mood/your mood, etc!

• if he’s mad or needs to get out a lot of pent up energy, it’ll be fast and hard and maybe he’ll be a lil mean (all consensually obviously, as w everything else i’ve mentioned in this post).

• if he’s feeling soft and lovey dovey, it’ll be slow and so so fucking passionate, but it doesn’t mean that it won’t also be a little rough sometimes.

• no matter the actual pace, he would always find a way to make it feel sensual as fuck.

❥ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

• maybe a controversial opinion based on what i’ve seen on these nsfw alphabet tumblr posts from others but i think he fucking LOVES a quickie!

• this man is chronically horny and is fucking OBSESSED with you. if you think he’s not pulling you into a green room to make out with you and then fuck you stupid just before or after a show, you’re soooo wrong!!!

• that being said, he fucking LOVES taking his time with you, letting the rest of the world melt away until there’s nothing but your bodies tangled together.

❥ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

• soooo down to experiment!! like i said before he is GROSS. u never know when you’re gonna unlock a new kink!!!

• will absolutely mess around and fuck you in risky places where there’s a chance you could get caught, but he lowkey loves the thrill! (and loves getting to clamp his big hand over your mouth or make you suck on his fingers to stay quiet).

❥ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

• have you seen the way he fuckin moves around like a gremlin at rituals???? man could literally last all night!!!!

• lasts a fairly decent while each time (he’s well practiced!!), but after he cums, he will absolutely continue messing around and keeping you all hot and bothered for him until he’s ready for another round.

• multiple rounds, all night long, i said what i said!! this man cannot get enough of you ever.

❥ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

• he definitely owns handcuffs and ropes and other things to help restrain you.

• blindfolds, gags, y’know — the fun things to heighten any experience you might have together.

• don’t think he himself owns a lot of toys unless they’re ones he’s bought specifically to use on/with you.

• but be will happily make use of any toys you might have, especially if he knows they drive you crazy.

• will MORE than happily use a vibrator to edge you over and over and over and over until you’re drooling from both ends.

❥ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

• patron saint of teasing!!!! you will never find another man that will tease you more.

• edging and orgasm denial is like the fucking teasing olympics and he is absolutely going for the gold.

• will whisper absolute filth in your ear when you’re in public.

• will touch and tease you when and where possible in public.

• just thinks you sound so fucking pretty when you beg for him.. so he wants to make you do it ALL the fucking time.

• just wants to keep you turned on, worked up, and needy for him 24/7!!!!

❥ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

• as previously mentioned this motherfucker will not shut the fuck up EVER in the bedroom!!!!

• will absolutely NOT hold back any moans, growls, whimpers, etc.

• will especially not hold back any sounds because he fucking knows how much they turn you on to hear how good you’re making him feel.

❥ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

• will share you but only with the boys!! they are the exception to his rules.

• he will still absolutely be possessive as fuck about you when you’re with them tho don’t get it twisted!!

• while one of the other boys is balls deep in you he’ll still be whispering about how “even though i’m letting someone else fuck you, that pussy still belongs to ME,” or how “you’re making such pretty noises for him, baby. but he doesn’t fuck you like i do, does he? nobody else fucks you like i do. that’s why you’re all MINE.”

• if he sees one of the other boys has left any marks on you? FERAL!!!! sedate this man!!!! he will mark you the fuck UP!! will leave a bigger, more impressive mark right over the one that was left by one of the other boys as if to claim you.

• highkey loves watching you with the other boys though, turns him on so much and makes him swell with pride at how well you take them and how fucking good you make them feel.

❥ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

• we already been knew this man has a MASSIVE cock. it’s not a secret with the way he jumps around on stage in those pants!!!

• a few hidden scars.

• one or two small tattoos that are easy to keep out of sight in his stage fit.

❥ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

• INSATIABLE!! if you haven’t already got the message, this man is almost ALWAYS horny!!!

• highest sex drive you’ve ever seen on anyone.

• will finish, be cuddling with you, and you’ll feel him getting hard again within minutes because of the way you’re pressed up against him or because he’s thinking about how good you took him or how good you looked while you were cumming around his cock, etc. etc.

❥ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

• depends on the day/mood/etc!

• will stay up with you all night if you want.

• always always ALWAYS makes sure you’re okay/taken care of before sleep ever crosses his mind.

• will happily tangle your limbs together under the covers and fall asleep with you after if you’re sleepy!

• lowkey think he would enjoy watching you fall asleep feeling safe in his arms so maybe he waits up, trailing his arm up and down your back, playing with your hair, soothing you to sleep, just so he can stare at your pretty peaceful sleeping face for a little before dozing off himself.

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once again i cannot and do not ever write but the brainrot has become too much and i simply had to get this out!!!! i’m only even posting it so like 2 specific people can read it lol SORRY I MADE VESSEL GROSS BUT ALSO !!!! tell me i’m wrong (u can’t i won’t believe u!)

#sleep token smut #vessel smut #vesselposting #vessel x reader #vessel x you #vessel #idk how this post got so long ok i just have a LOT of filthy thoughts about this man

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onesaltyhunter · 1 year

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Far Too Soon for a Sacrifice

Vessel x fem!reader

Summary: Sleep blesses Vessel with a gift like no other--to be used for one purpose, and one purpose only. To many, it seems to be a curse. How will he attempt to draw the line between what Sleep wants, and what he wants?

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: we got HORRIFICALLY down bad vessel for y/n and we got smut WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO + unrealistic concert stuff my bad peeps, swearing

Key:

(y/f/n)○°○{gn!}= your friend's name--pick one! any one!

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"Hello? Y/N? You there?" (Y/F/N) waved their right hand, their left one gripping the steering wheel.

Y/N's eyes had been focused on the road for quite some time, and she almost didn't have any response to (Y/F/N)'s attempt to catch her attention. They had begun to poke her shoulder, which caused your gaze to shift towards them.

"Do me a favor--when we get to the concert, don't awkwardly look at the band like that." They laughed, earning a small one from Y/N.

"Oh you think that's bad? Wait until I stare at them like that when you're trying to get a picture with them." Mimicking the stare she had been holding for the past several minutes, she broke into more laughter, seeing (Y/F/N) bite their inner lip to hold in theirs.

"They're gonna cancel the whole fuckin VIP session with your creepy ass."

Tonight was Y/N's first Sleep Token concert. Being quite well versed in knowledge about the band itself, alongside the unusual lore the members had so carefully fabricated--the excitement Y/N was holding in was almost incredible. The exhaustion that had been building over sleepless nights in the time she had waited for this day to come, was building up. Her eyes fluttered closed every few minutes, with an urge she's been trying to fight off for the past thirty minutes.

"Go on. Nod off if you have to. We have an hour ahead of us still, before we get there." (Y/F/N) placed their right hand on the wheel again. "You okay with taking an Uber back to your place later?"

"Yup." Y/N reclined her seat, reaching behind herself for a jacket, which she spread out on top of her. "Goodnight."

"It's 3pm."

"Yeah, yeah fuck you too dipshit."

Y/N's eyes shut, and the soft sounding rumble of the car slowly drifted away.

The hallways were lined with finished oak. Something reminiscent of and old church, or perhaps some old legislative building. Y/N lifted up a small picture frame, adorned with gold around the edges. The picture in the middle was pure black. She had believed it to only be some piece of dark paper, but it had that shine that those designated printers for the job.

Looking around one of the doorframes into the next room, she made sure that no one was around. A click resounded from above her--the igniter of a heater. Y/N immediately felt its warmth from the vent above her. Placing the picture frame down after flipping it around a few times, she looked up at the mirror in front of her. It was fairly small, one of those wall mounted ones a person would use to see how they'd look before heading out.

As she took a step away, she felt a few hairs upon her head move slightly. Glaring up at the vent above her, she pushed those hairs back into their original position. Before she could drop her hand back to her side, her wrist had been caught in a tight grip--with cold metal pressed against her skin. She soon glared at the figure that loomed above her.

The familiar white mask with a red sigil was almost falling from the figure's face. Vessel had loosened his grip on her, and in a panic, Y/N grabbed his shoulders firmly--turning him around and pressing him against the wall. Her heartbeat had only jumped from the initial startle, yet somehow, it had managed to stay at its fairly normal pace. Y/N began to question why the idea of fear seemed almost impossible to wrap her mind around.

"Oh come on now." He leaned his head forward, his warm breath soothing her with every exhale. "Don't act as if you haven't dreamt of this before. Don't act as if you've dreamt of something that delves farther into the...intricacies of one another."

Y/N grasped Vessel's necklace, pulling him closer to herself. A small moan escaped his mouth, as she snaked her hand around his neck , propping it on the back of his head. He softly pressed his lips against hers, before resting his head on hers.

Moving her arms lower, to his back, she pressed her face into his chest. Vessel stifled a small laugh with an exhale.

"My love, you're going to have paint all over your face." He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Doesn't matter." Y/N's muffled voice caused a smile to form across Vessel's face. "There's far worse--"

"We're here!" (Y/F/N) screamed, hitting the horn a couple times--which sounded awful with the resonance of the parking structure. "Grab your shit, we gotta go."

Y/N looked at the dash, seeing the various Sleep Token songs being shuffled for what seemed to be the entire drive. Pressing the off button, she unbuckled her seat belt before stepping out of the car. Assuming that was the cause of the unusual Vessel related dream, Y/N tried her best to shake it off. But that feeling still lingered--something about that dream made it feel so... real. But again, its a mixture of having a "celebrity crush" and hormones was the basis of dreams like this, right?

Walking up to the venue with (Y/F/N), the two entered through the VIP entrance, which was lined with a lavish red velvet carpet. A few turns and the two were in front of where Sleep Token would perform. It was only moments until the band started setting up various bits needed to go about the show properly.

The VIP session was first.

"Is this close enough to have a make-out session with one of the band members or do I need to help you climb on stage to do that?" (Y/F/N) raised a brow, and earned soft punch on the shoulder from Y/N.

Being the first people to wait for the band during the VIP session, the 4 members gazed beyond the edges of the stage after going back behind it. III frantically looked at the 2 concert goers on the floor talking to each other while Vessel stood still, unwavering. His fingernails digging into the side of his thumb.

"What's wrong?" II picked up a new pair of drumsticks from a box, before sealing it up as best as possible. "The staring--it's a problem, you do realize that?"

You are infatuated with me; are you not? He thought, gazing longer at Y/N.

Y/N looked all over the room, wondering where a certain voice came from.

"You alright?" (Y/F/N) put their hand on her shoulder, leaning down a bit.

Get their hand off of yourself.

"Hey, I'm good, I'm good." Y/N chuckled. "Thought I heard a mosquito or something. Shit makes me go crazy."

That is not the only thing drives you insane, is it? What of the time we--

"I think I'm having a manic episode." She took a deep breath, crossing her arms. "The voices in my head are telling me that THEY'RE IN MY WALLS! THE FOG IS COMING!"

Y/N jokingly shook (Y/F/N), the whole near empty venue filling with their laughter. A small poking battle commenced between the two, which puzzled Vessel.

"Quit doing the mind thing with others." II patted him on the shoulder. "Sleep didn't give us these things for you to abuse them."

"They should have known better than to give them to me as well." Vessel adjusted his mask, and without any delay, Y/N's gaze darted over at him, peeking from the side of the stage.

Within minutes, there was a line forming outside for the VIP meet and greet, with (Y/F/N) and Y/N being first, as they had already stepped foot into the allotted area. Each member of Sleep Token stepped out and down from the stage, with an individual ready to help with pictures in front of them. (Y/F/N) walked up first to the four to get a picture with them. A nervous Y/N offered to take the picture of the 5 of them, and their friend gestured them to join them. She shook her head in response, smiling to be polite.

I can assure you, my love, the safest place in the world for you, is next to me. Vessel thought, as he scooted over the right for her to stand between him and II.

One really weird dream and all of a sudden the voices in my head are louder than my actual speaking voice. Y/N thought in response.

Darling, you know you've had far more 'unusual' dreams than just that. He smiled, looking down at the woman who had scooted even closer to him.

With her arms at her sides, Vessel slipped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/N found it moderately unusual, but yet--not as bad as she thought it was. It was if her dreams had been brought to life. But no, this was wrong. She'd never met this man before in her entire life. To her, he'd just been a masked face and a voice behind the speaker in her house. Y/N pulled her arm away from his.

Vessel, hurt ever so slightly looked at her once again. He had to do the best to accept the possible forms of rejection as much as possible. After all, he knew he wasn't "forcing himself onto her." He had gotten to know her over time, but he was terrified to tell her.

The entire show, he couldn't get it off his mind. The woman he'd grown so fond of, over the years didn't seem to like him, no matter how much time they had spend together. Behind every word he sang that night, it was if a needle had been embedded in his heart, and it was pushed further and further in.

--time skip because I can't write lmao--

(Y/F/N) had already left, as Y/N waited for her Uber. As much as she wanted to leave, there was some ominous feeling tying her to this place. Something in her mind was screaming for her to go back--to yell back in Vessel's face about what the fuck was going on. To ask him if, if she... Her thoughts were all mashed together, and it was hard to process it all.

My love, please meet me here. Please. I don't know how much I can fare without speaking to you. Please. The voice in her head made her want to break into tears. It was if whatever emotion this voice was feeling, she could feel as well. And it hurt. So, much.

She changed the address of where her Uber was supposed to take her. The whimper in her head was too much to bear. It felt wrong to ignore it--it was like she had to console whatever it was. An urge to stop all of its pain that was completely inexplicable.

After it dropped her off at the front of it, she walked up and was about to knock on the door, but it immediately opened. Vessel, in full worship wear, leaned on the frame, almost out of breath. There were light black streaks down his neck as if he had been crying for hours.

"The dreams. They--" He paused to catch his breath. "You've dreamt of me, thrice a week, every week--for the past 6 years. They weren't just dreams, I was actually talking to--"

Y/N pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him just as she had did in her dreams before.

"You've told me all of your feelings--simple things like how your days have been. You've poured your heart out for me some nights and I've done the same." He choked behind another sob. "I approached you today thinking that this would be like any other 'dream' for you but, I just--I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"All those dreams, that was, actually you and me?" Y/N looked up at him, arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"The things we did, the ways we felt, I--I just wanted to find you." He slowly rested his chin on her head. "When I found you, I treated you poorly and I just lost control of myself."

"Those thoughts, were yours? All of them?"

"Yes."

"Could you hear mine?"

"Sometimes."

What? No complaints about me getting paint on my face? Y/N thought.

No.

You're actually fucking magic.

I'm blessed, my love.

"You really suck at talking to people you know that?" Y/N chuckled, earning a small smile from Vessel.

"That's what the dreams are for, Y/N." He exhaled. "I tend to be better at such things in that form of communication."

"Next thing I know, you're going to like propose to me or something."

"I've made plans."

"That's a new one."

"What is, may I ask?"

"How the fuck am I ever going to tell people how I got to know you?" She raised a brow, licking her lips. "Yeah, 'I met this guy through my fucking mind'."

"God, you're just as amusing as you were when we spoke a couple nights ago."

"So when we--" Y/N paused, looking down at her shoes, shuffling her feet slightly. "Did the--uh. The..."

"When we had...um" Vessel scratched his head.

"Are we both just completely unable to speak right now?" She laughed again, muddling the sounds against his chest. "Where's the awfully sensual, headstrong Vessel that wanted to have a full make-out session with me in that venue?"

"You slightly, intimidate me."

"What?"

"I thought you were a figment of my imagination until Sleep showed me, and..." Vessel slowly intertwined his fingers with hers again. "I don't want anyone else to be with you. Sleep didn't only show me, you. They showed all of us."

"II, III, and IV--they know about us?" Y/N tightened her grip on his hand.

"They want you just as much as I do. I won't let them have you. We belong to each other--I will not let anything change that, love." He led Y/N to his couch, where he laid his head in her lap. "No God, or friend of mine will stand in my way."

"You're awfully possessive of a girl you just met."

"You don't know what they want of you. What they require of me to fulfill Sleep's wishes."

"Are you going to sacrifice me, Ves?"

He remained quiet, pulling her arm to set it on his chest.

"Vessel?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know you won't do it."

"I would do everything for you. And more."

He sat up and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. Y/N leaned into it more curling her fingers into claws and digging them slightly into the top of his back. Vessel trailed his soft pecks down until his lips met her collarbone, his canines grazing it ever so slightly. She reached for the buttons of his black jeans, and he pushed her hand away, undoing them himself. He paused all of a sudden.

"Is this too soon?" Y/N pulled back, breathless.

"We have waited far too long for one another. This is long overdue." He growled. "I won't do this here, however."

Slipping his arms under Y/N, lifting her up bridal-style, he carried her to his bedroom. Setting her down softly on his bed, she stood up.

Y/N grabbed his necklace, pulling him closer to herself--earning that one particular moan from him.

"I miss that sound." She pulled him into another kiss, but this one was not like the last.

Within minutes, Vessel's kisses became hungrier, as if he needed more that what he was getting. Being pressed up against the wall as the two of them managed to throw all of their clothes on the floor in a matter of seconds. In another kiss, Vessel's tongue begged for an entrance. Once he was let in, he ravaged all he believed to be his. Y/N's tongue grazed one of his canines, almost drawing blood, but ignored it in the moment.

Vessel's kisses trickled farther down her body yet again, and he softly pushed her onto his bed. Once his attacks reached he inside of her thigh, Y/N could not hold back a moan any longer. The mere sound of it began to illicit the deepest growl from Vessel. He lined the edges of her folds with just as many hungry kisses as he has planted on her face.

"Please, Ves." She arched her back. "I need more than that."

"Darling, you deserve far more than I could ever give you." The words escaped his lips. "But I will do my best, I promise you."

"You better."

"We shall see."

Vessel slowly pressed his member against her folds, refusing any sort of entrance he was allowed. Y/N's attempts to get any friction were fruitless.

"As I said, I will not deny you of anything you deserve."

In one stroke, his entire member had slid almost completely inside her. His pace was slow, and deadly almost, as he wanted the two of them to savor every single moment of it. Y/N pressed her lips against his again, in an almost violent clash for control. Her nails dug further into his back, causing him to hiss--and she loosened her grip.

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop that." He mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't. Stop."

Y/N placed her hands around him yet again.

"Ves, please I'm going to--"

"I know. I am as well."

The sweet release for the both of them, caused them to roll on their backs, catching their breaths.

"Were those better, or worse than your dreams?" He laid his head on her chest.

"Do you even need to ask, babe?"

"That's a new one."

"What?"

"You've never had any sort of--pet name for me."

"If you don't like 'babe,' you can get 'vessy-wessy' instead."

"Please no." His laughter rumbled as he leaned more on her shoulder.

With their legs entwined, the two cuddled up next to each other, it was as if everything, yes everything, was perfect.

"So now are you going to sacrifice me?"

"My love, it is far too soon for a sacrifice."

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WOOOOO YOU GOT THROUGH IT ALL

sorry for the worst smut in the world, but hey, if you didn't think this fic was awful, maybe I'll give it a PART 2??? PART II? WITH II? okay I'm done :)

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taste-of-the-divine · 9 months

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rain down on me but it’s really vessel worshipping your body, coaxing your wet pussy to drip all over his lips as he pries your legs apart and sends shivers up your spine with kitten licks. —and his thick fingers inside you, delicious and curling, with his palm open to make space for his chin pressed against his little plaything.

oh by the gods, will you cleanse me with pleasure?

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Delicate Vessel (Sleep Token): Pt 4; “We can’t make any promises…”

“Daisy.”

Time felt like it was frozen.

My eyelids were heavy, vision dark beneath their shadow. At the sound of my name, I took a deep, anticipatory breath, chest sinking at its exhale. I struggled to open my eyes because I was so entranced in this moment, this sweet moment. After another slow breath, I came to, like I was dipping my head above water.

Oliver looked down at me, a heaviness sitting in his gaze, as if he had been running for miles and was just not finding rest at my hips. “Daisy,” he said, the corners of his slickened lips rising into the hollows of his cheeks. “Darling.”

I grinned up at him, one hand clutching the front of his hoodie and the other tangled with his hair at the nape of his skull. I didn’t know what to say. What to do. This was…uncharted territory. And the way he had just kissed me? I was beyond speechless. My brain felt dizzy. My heart rammed against my ribs.

I was on cloud nine, with no ladder back down to Earth.

“Darling,” Oliver whispered again, brushing his thumb against the apple of my cheek. His eyes drug themselves across my face, down my figure, back up to my own stare. “You are so beautiful.”

“Really?” I huffed out without really meaning to. I knew he thought I was attractive. He’d gotten a boner because of me dancing just last week. It made sense to my brain that he’d want to kiss because he wanted to fuck me. And, I remembered that first night up on the roof, he had complimented me. But, that hadn’t meant anything. That was a mindless compliment to flatter me upon first impressions.

This confession meant something else. It meant something…different. Better. More.

Oliver wanted to kiss me because he thought I was beautiful.

His brows furrowed for just the flicker of a moment, “Gorgeous.”

“I…” my eyes fell back down to his lips. The compliment, the way his eyes bore into my own, it made my mind wander.

Oliver didn’t let me struggle in the silence for too long. He leaned his head back down and took my lips into his again. I pushed my chest up against his, craving every inch of him that I could possibly consume. I swear to God I heard him sigh into my mouth, but I couldn’t exactly pin my mind on any singular, conscious thought.

If Oliver hadn’t noticed the door opening down the hall, then we would have been screwed. But, he did. And, as he pulled us inside the alcove of Sam and I’s hotel door, I finally registered Adam and Cyrus’ voices approaching us.

Oliver pressed his back against the wall and he turned his head as we anticipated their passing. He was clutching my hand, his fingers entwined with my own. I stared down at the chain connecting us. I couldn’t really be concerned about the danger when his touch was so warm. The spots on my body where he had once been were now cool, a nippy reminder of the fire he had sparked on me.

As Adam and Cyrus approached, I finally looked up from our hands. Oliver glanced at me, brows furrowed worriedly. I bit down onto my bottom lip like an anchor. Maybe they would just turn around, go back to their room? I considered dragging Oliver into the room behind us, but that would wake Sam. And that was a much bigger problem than the one at hand. He would throw a bitch fit if he somehow found out Oliver had so much as lingered a gaze across my skin.

No matter how hard I tried to manifest that Adam and Cy would b-line for their room, they were beginning to walk past us. Oliver quickly let go of my hand, shot across to the other side of the alcove from me. He leaned, casually, against it, hood somehow back up over his head again.

I crossed my arms over my body, face scrunched up as I tried to communicate with Oliver. What do we say?!

He shook his head, lips pressed together. “It’s okay,” he mouthed. Then, his eyes shot over to Adam and Cyrus.

Neither of them even turned to look at us. They were walking right past, caught up in a conversation about some video game. Cyrus, closest to us, glanced behind him just before they were out of sight. I felt my heart sink to my knees as I braced for impact.

“Oh, hey, guys,” he sent a wave over his shoulder. Adam looked at who he was talking to and smiled at Oliver and I.

Oliver nodded his head, looking away from them. I waved, an overly-enthusiastic smile on my lips. “Hey,” I breathed out. It sounded like I had no air in my lungs, like someone was choking me. But, I hoped they wouldn’t notice.

If they had, they just didn’t care.

We waited until we heard the elevator doors slide close, Adam and Cyrus’ voices disappearing behind its steel doors, before we even looked at each other again. I pursed my lips, nose scrunched, eyes squinted, as I waited for Oliver to start freaking out or something. He didn’t want anyone to know we hung out- that was made obvious to me that first morning at breakfast. I hadn’t expected that to change just because he thought I was cute.

So, I expected him to get all bent out of shape over what had just happened. Instead, he let out a deep breath, a playful grin overcoming his expression.

“Those two are dopey as fuck,” he chuckled slighty, stepping towards me. “I should’ve known they wouldn't say anything.”

My head leaned back as he towered over me, my expression shifting into one of confusion. “You’re not worried?”

Oliver touched my chin, tilting my head back more, “If they suspect anything, I’ll cover us, darling. Besides, they’ve been pushing me to talk to you more. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

I smiled, a blush rising to my face in response to his words. “Okay…” my voice trailed off as Oliver leaned in again. He pressed his lips to mine in a shallow, slow kiss. My eyes fell shut, one hand coming to rest against his chest, the other between my back and the wall as I balanced there. I felt like I could sink into the floor.

But, Oliver was holding me by the hip again. We were falling into each other, completely taken by the moment again. Then, another door, somewhere down the hall, was thrown open. We snapped apart. A set of voices followed our fright, some foreign language neither of us knew rambling between the two.

I met Oliver’s eyes, giggles shaking my shoulders. He relaxed slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe we should get out of the hallway,” he breathed out.

I brushed my hair behind my ears as I spoke through my laughter, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Would you wanna…” our chuckles fell off as he began the question, “my room? Would that be okay?”

I just grinned at him, nodding too eagerly, “That would be perfect.”

Oliver offered me that sweet smile I felt so lucky to be the cause of, and held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to his room. Once inside, the once flushed air turned awkward. I shut the door behind me and followed him into the space, somewhat familiar to me because of my drunken escapade last week. Oliver stopped at the end of his bed and turned to me. He gave an unsure smile when I met his eyes.

I made my way to stand before him, a few feet put inbetween us. Being here, truly alone together, we didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted him to do. But, I would never make the first move. That just wasn’t me.

Oliver examined my face for a moment. He seemed to relax, lips curling into his uncontainable smile. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, grinning, nervously chewing on my lip. Oliver stepped closer. He took my hand, pulling it from where my arms hugged my stomach. The movement tugged me forward. I let my other arm fall to my side before reaching for his shoulder.

Oliver lazily pulled me closer. I moved into him, taking a deep breath before he covered me with his lips and his hands. We just stood there for a while, kissing each other, soaking up the silence. Oliver was hungry, though, and he began to crave more.

His movements became sloppy, harsh. I didn’t mind- it felt good to be so lusted after like I was right now. I would, I decided, do whatever he wanted me to. Here, now in this hotel room, tomorrow, when we leave this country. Wherever, whenever, whatever.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled me into his lap, easily slotting my legs on either side of his thighs.

I held his face between my hands, so delicately, like I was cradling moonlight. His hands came to rest upon my hips as he balanced me on his lap. Oliver’s fingers dipped dangerously low on my body, barely grazing across my pj shorts that were oh so short on me.

I wrestled my fingers into his hair again, quite content to feel the smooth, soft curls on the nape of his neck. He was so…perfect. So beautiful. I kissed him harder. I must have been too excited because I felt his head flinch back when I tugged at his hair again.

Oliver moaned against my lips, squeezing my hips like a warning. “Careful, darling.”

I bit back a teasing smile, flickering my eyes open to see the pleasured expression on his face as I pulled at his hair again. Oliver responded by grabbing my ass, eliciting a gasp from between my lips. He pulled his head back from my lips, meeting my open eyes with a winner’s grin.

“I said careful.”

I chased his lips, wearing my own smile, but he dodged my kiss. “Oliver…” I whined softly.

“Patience,” he tapped his fingers against my ass, “We have so much time. Let me drink you in.”

I blushed for the millionth time at his words, watching his eyes drag down my body. I felt his fingers move against my pj bottoms again. He seemed to tug at the material a bit, ghosting the curves of my thighs.

“These are cute,” he whispered, pulling at the hem. “Little flowers.”

The way his accent rolled the words out from the plate of his tongue tickled goosebumps down my spine. This, combined with his warm hands on my skin, had me shivering.

Oliver looked dazed, lost in the view, as he continued on looking me over. I didn’t know if he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin, or if he was dragging this out to enjoy every second. Either way, the way it made me feel was heavenly.

I twirled a piece of his hair around my fingers, patiently. He finally met my gaze again.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he moved a hand to my cheek and pulled my lips back into his.

I sunk into him again, gripping at his hair so I couldn’t completely lose myself. I was, however, getting lost in him. I ached for him everywhere, in my bones, in my blood, and my hips involuntarily ground down into his. Oliver moaned against my lips. Heat rushed to every crevice of my skin.

I felt his dick harden between my legs, pressing teasingly against me. I rolled my hips again as I chased that pleasurable sensation. Oliver’s hand slid down my chin, fingers coming to a gentle close around my throat. The pads of his digits pressed into my skin.

This drew a whimpering from my lips, one that curled the corners of his lips into a sweet smirk. “You sound so lovely, darling.”

Elated by his praise, I moved my hands to the hem of his hoodie. I tugged up at the bottom and felt the smoothness of his chest beneath my fingertips. Before I could get it over his head, Oliver removed his hands off of me and took my fingers in his hold.

“Easy, Daisy,” Oliver had pulled his face back a few inches.

A sudden rush of nerves rushed into me, bringing me down from the high I had been sitting on. I opened my eyes, ashamedly, meeting his gaze. I took my lip between my teeth immediately in an anxious rumination.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, trying to read his expression. His eyes swam with some sort of hesitance that only clouded into worry when he realized I felt guilty for trying to make such a move.

He let go of my hands, quickly taking a hold of my face. He dipped his head to my level, “No, no, no. It’s okay, darling. You didn’t do anything. It’s just…” Oliver glanced over to the alarm clock on the bedside table, red digits reading an ungodly hour. He looked back at me. “I want you…so badly, Daisy. But I want to take my time with you. I don’t want to rush it. I want…as long as possible. Can we raincheck? Would that be okay? For me, darling?”

I was bright red, more than likely hot to the touch. And, I was so beyond flattered and elated by his words that I struggled to come up with something to say. I, instead, nodded slowly. Oliver grinned at my struggling response. He brushed his thumb across my cheek before leaning in to give me another kiss.

My hands found their way back up his arms, swooping across his strong shoulders, until they were back in his hair. Oliver took a gentle hold of my neck again, kissing me like he was going off to war in the morning.

As we both began to pull away, his tenderness quickly snapped into this tight hold on my throat, forcing my eyes open, keeping my head steady so I would look directly- obediently- at him. His eyes were darker now, lusted over by his seduction, “Do not leave here thinking that I said no to you because I do not want you. Do you understand me?”

I moved my chin to nod, signaling my comprehension of what felt somewhat like a threat in the most appealing way.

He squeezed my throat for just a moment which straightened the angle of my head, “Ah- use your words, darling. Tell me that you understand me. Say…”

He raised his brows. I parted my lips, managing to respond, “I-I understand.”

“Say it…you know I want you. You know I want to fuck you.”

“You want to fuck me,” my eyes had gone wide, dazed. And my mouth was dry. I darted my tongue out to lick my lips and Oliver followed the movement closely with his eyes.

“Hm,” he squinted his lids in a satisfied manner, “Good girl. I can’t wait to take my time with you, darling. Slow and sweet.”

My fingers curled into his neck. I wanted- needed- friction and almost gave in, almost ground my hips into his. But, I knew it would do neither of us any good. I wanted what he wanted- to really enjoy what had been building up for a few weeks now. Tonight was not the night for that. We had to be on the bus in just a few hours to travel all the way down to Rome.

So, I resisted the urge, the craving pulsating in my veins.

Oliver loosened his hold on my throat. He slid his hands back to my face, cradling it with a sweet smile on his face. “I’ll walk you back to your room, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I chased his lips, satisfied that he gave me a kiss so easily.

Oliver helped me to my feet. He held open the hotel room door for me, before following me out into the small alcove. We peered around both corners and made sure no one was coming from either direction. Then, we darted just outside Sam and I’s door. Oliver caught up to me quickly, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me around. He pressed my back into the door.

I giggled at his sleight of hand, bracing my hands on his chest. Oliver shushed me gently as he leaned down. His nose nuzzled into the curve of my jaw, tickling me, only encouraging more laughter from my throat.

“Oliver!” I let out a strained squeal as he proceeded to nip at my neck. “You want me to be quiet, you have to stop!”

“Oh, but, darling,” he moved his lips to my ear, taking my lobe, just above where my earlobes were clasped, in between his teeth. “I want you loud.”

I smacked his chest playfully. He leaned back, receiving a pointed finger from me, a scolding in my eyes, “You can’t say things like that. Not when we’re out in the open like this. Not when I can’t even do anything about it!”

“Patience, Daisy,” he said my name again like some prayer. “I promise I’ll make all your suffering worth it. Just like I know you will mine. After all, you were the one pressing up against me in the cab.”

I dropped my jaw, “Hey! That’s not fair! You were the one being an ass and then getting a boner the second I changed out of sweatpants!”

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes in a teasing manner. Then, he pressed his lips to my cheek lovingly, “I’m sorry. We can talk about it later, when I am more awake, when I can give you a proper apology. Yeah?”

I tugged him impossibly closer by the front of his hoodie, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he kissed me, “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Oliver.”

–

“You’ve never seen Star Wars?!?!”

It was far too early for Max’s copious amounts of energy.

I flinched at his exclamatory question, my expression twisting into some sort of stunned, exhausted, confused face. “Huh?” was all I could muster, my bottom lip hung open.

Max rolled his eyes and further pushed to the edge of his seat. His large palms were held open, offensively, “Star Wars. Jedi, the Force, Princess Leia’s golden bikini, light sabers. You know, one of the greatest movie franchises- of all time?! You’ve never seen it? How can you even be remotely related to Sam if you’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“She’s too girly for Star Wars,” Sam shook his head from his seat across Max. He shuffled the deck of cards the two men had been wearing out this entire tour.

I crinkled my nose, “You can’t be too girly for something, dickhead. I’ve just never been interested in watching it.”

“She was too busy watching My Little Pony and playing with her Barbie dolls to really appreciate George Walton Lucas, Jr.”

I picked up a throw pillow sitting beside me on the bus’ couch and hurtled it towards my brother. Because he was facing sideways from me, he didn’t see it. It smacked him in the face. He hissed at the impact, barely hurtful to his strong demeanor, and shot me a glare.

I flipped him off, beyond grumpy because of my lack of sleep. “Literally anyone can play with Barbie dolls and still like stuff like Star Wars. You’re being kind of misogynistic.”

“Yeah, you are,” Ronnie spoke up from the other couch, across from me. She set down her magazine, eyeing my brother, “Talk about tone deaf.”

Sam glanced over his shoulder at her. He huffed, clutching his cards, “It’s just a joke, guys. C’mon!”

I knew my brother wasn’t sexist. He was just…a man. A straight white man who couldn’t really help being a little prejudiced sometimes. I always called him out on it and, over the years, he had improved some of his skewed world views. This was another one that I had been working on- his incessant opinion that we had both been gendered growing up. Sure, I was a feminine woman, but because of that, Sam felt I couldn’t be complex and like masculine-oriented things, like Star Wars or, ya know, metal music. I think it didn’t help that we were siblings. Those interests were his.

Ronnie’s help would have been appreciated long before today because, for some reason, all she had to do was glare at Sam and say, “Don’t be a cuck.”

And, then, my brother was apologizing to me. In his own brotherly way.

“Daz, it’s not that you could’t like Star Wars. You were just too involved with your own stuff to give it a chance. Sorry,” he looked away from me when the word fell through his lips.

I furrowed my brows, deeply confused, yet satisfied by his apology. “...Thank you. I mean, you’re right. But, I have wanted to watch them. Give ‘em a chance.”

“Then, it’s settled,” Max tossed his pile of cards down onto the table before him, “we are having a movie day. Lemme text the boys and see if they wanna join.”

“Any chance you guys can join them?” Ronnie inquired. “Sam and I wanted to play a game on the tv today.”

I looked between each member of the conversation, eyes lingering slightly on my brother and the boys’ manager. Sam met Ronnie’s eyes and seemed to read something there that no one else could quite see. I scrunched my brows again, tilted my head to the side. Curious.

Max, who had pulled his phone from his back pocket to start texting- I assumed- Adam and Cy, paused and looked up, “Hm? Oh, I mean…is that okay with you, Daz? Watch on their bus?”

It took me a moment to catch Max’s gaze, too focused on my brother, but I replied, “Yeah. I don’t mind. But, I might fall asleep at some point.”

“No worries,” Max waved me off. “We’ll switch next stop.”

The next stop was two hours later, in some random Italian town. The buses gassed up, Ronnie and I ventured into the station for some snacks. When inside, away from the prying ears of the boys’, my curiosity got the better of me.

“So, Ronnie,” I leaned up against the drink cooler beside the one she was looking at. I tried not to be creepy about my investigation, but I was too tired to play it cool.

She raised her brows expectantly, eyeing me from the side, “Yeah, Daz?”

“I’m just curious- you have anybody special in your life?” I shrugged, bottom lip jutted out in a I’m-totally-laid-back kind of manner.

Ronnie let the cooler door fall shut as her eyes narrowed slightly. As hard as her exterior was, I was very good at reading people. I saw her face flicker, with some sort of deception, “No. Why?”

“Like I said, just curious,” I waved her off, “I have some cute friends from college you might be int-”

“No, thanks,” she gave me a strained smile and b-lined away from me. I watched her back retreat, satisfied with the way she reacted.

So, something was definitely going on here.

Max was gracious enough to take my pillow, blanket, and book bag to the boys’ bus without me having to ask him. It was a pleasant surprise when I headed out from the station and Max waved me over to the other vehicle, cradling my items in his hands. I bid Ronnie farewell and she shot me a humored, “Good luck.”

As I approached Max, I gave him a sweet smile. “Thanks for grabbing that.”

“The sooner we get you on this bus, the sooner we can change your life,” Max rushed out, hurrying me up the steps.

I nearly stumbled over my feet, but managed to make it up inside the bus in one piece. “Oh- okay!” I breathed out.

Max stepped past me, carefully laying my pillow and blanket down on the couch in a folded pile. He abandoned my back pack on the floor, quickly making his way to the television to grab the remote control. I watched him for a moment, overwhelmed by his energy. Then, I turned my attention to Cy and Adam, who were both sitting on the other couch.

I offered up a smile, greeting them with, “Good morning, guys,” as I took a seat with my things.

“Morning, Daz,” Adam waved back.

Cy had a drum pad sitting on his lap and he focused on practicing some rhythms. He spared me a kind smile and said, “Hello.”

I situated my pillow against the armrest of the couch before laying back against it. Then, I spread my blanket overtop of me. I had my legs bent, knees close to my chest, to save room for Max, who was getting the movie booted up. After he finished, he rushed over to me. He didn’t take his eyes off the movie as he lifted up my legs and pulled them across his lap. My heart nearly melted at his loving gesture. Put aside his silly flirtations- Max was quickly becoming like a big brother to me.

Now that I was comfortable, the exhaustion of the past 12 hours began sinking back in. On top of getting up early for this travel day, I hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly 3am. Oliver and I’s encounter lasted a while longer than I thought. By the time I laid down, it was 3am. And we were due on the bus by 6.

I hadn’t seen Oliver since it happened, either. He must’ve managed to sneak onto this bus before I’d boarded mine. And it wasn’t like we’d text each other. I think Sam had sent me a notes app file with every important phone number I’d need over this summer trip, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way to message him. What would I ever say? Hey, had fun sitting in your lap last night, let’s do it again sometime! Or, hey why the fuck did you treat me like shit for the first few weeks of this tour and then suddenly you want to fuck me? Get real.

I wanted answers, of course. But, more than anything else, I wanted his hands on my body. He made me feel a way I hadn’t before- probably ever in my life. And we’d only just kissed. Everything about him was entrancing, from his words, to his lips, to his smile. I wanted to know every inch of his skin and every corner of his mind.

I didn’t know if I was entitled to that. If he’d ever give me that. Because I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

What did I want?

I realized I should probably ask myself that question. It didn’t matter what he wanted from me- I could not live my life trying to fit myself into the molds that people made for me. No, I could only be what I wanted- do what I wanted.

And I wanted…What, exactly?

My last few relationships hadn’t exactly gone well. From one failed long term relationship, to the next, I had jumped around a few times, from loser man to loser man. Not only did they provide me with loads of trauma, but they also sucked in bed. So, between having poor trust issues when it came to commitment and unsatisfied sexual urges- I didn’t really think I was looking for anything too serious. That was probably for the best, considering me and Oliver’s position.

Maybe we could just be, like, fuck buddies? I could learn to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in my ribcage when he’d say my name.

Right?

This was for the best.

Adam was only half-paying attention, scrolling lazily on his phone. Cyrus continued practicing on his drum pad. It nearly lulled me to sleep just ten minutes into the movie, but I tried to stay awake for Max. He kept looking over at me with an excited grin. I fought back yawns and sleepy stretches. But, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Once my brain quieted down from the noise that was Oliver, about an hour into the movie, I dozed off. When I woke up, the ending credits were playing. I shook myself awake, pushing up off the couch, so I was sitting up more.

Max tore his eyes off the television once he felt me moving around. He looked back at me with a gentle smile, “Morning, angel.”

“I’m so sorry,” I pressed a hand over my mouth as I yawned, “I didn’t mean to doze off. I wanted to watch the movie with you guys.”

Max patted my calf, “It’s alright. Seems like you need a good rest day. Adam and Cy abandoned us, anyways.”

I glanced to the other couch with a frown, “Aw, no. Now, I feel worse for leaving you all alone to watch the movie.”

“S’okay! Oliver joined me. He makes good company because he doesn’t ever say much,” Max nudged my side with his elbow, playfulness in his eyebrows.

At the sound of that name, I stiffened up a bit. My gaze cast across the room and found the darkly-clad figure seated where Adam and Cy had been. He had his long legs stretched out over the couch, face sunken beneath his hood, one arm bent up underneath his head. I drug my eyes down his body. A familiar warmth bubbled in my chest. He looked so fuckable. I had this thing for laps…And his looked pretty comfy.

Self-conscious, I pushed myself up off the couch more. Oliver didn’t even look over at me and he probably wouldn’t, but I wanted to be sure that if he did, I didn’t look like a mound of flesh and bone. I couldn’t really save my appearance when it came to my outfit and face, which I knew both looked unkempt.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe for the rest of the movie. I tried not to look his way too much, knowing that Max already had cautious suspicions of our interactions. But, he was so invested in the movie, I was sure he wouldn’t even notice if I did. Once the film finally ended, Max shot up from the couch to load the next one.

His back was turned to Oliver and I as he switched disks. I spared a glance to Oliver and a rush of heat shot through my body when I found his eyes. He grinned at me.

I flushed, surely bright red, and couldn’t help but smile back. He then glanced to his phone and flicked his head back to me, as if to suggest I pick mine up. I had been too stiff- or passed out- to have even looked at mine in the past three hours. I found it lodged in between my hip and the couch. I hadn’t even noticed the pressure on my waist until now.

I unlocked my phone, expecting to see a text from him, or something of that sort. But, there wasn’t anything. I scrunched my brows at Oliver, mouthing, “What?”

He made sure Max was still distracted before moving his thumbs across his phone screen, “Text me,” he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes at him. Then, I found his number in my saved contacts and typed out a message.

Daisy: you seriously dont have my #? wtf

Oliver: sorry :/ felt awkward asking anyone for it

Daisy: totally kidding, idgaf

Oliver: oh says the creep who already had mine

Daisy: for safety purposes

Oliver: mhm im sure its not because you want to booty call me or smth

Daisy: i dont booty call u freak

Oliver: i dont believe you

Daisy: im not a crusty ass man get real

Humored by the situation, I looked over to see if he had any visible reactions to my messages. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, as though he was biting back a smile.

My phone buzzed as he messaged me, but I was still looking at him. It was a struggled to look away. After a moment too long passed, he looked to see what I was doing. He met my gaze and I swear that a red flush painted his cheeks. I couldn’t look long enough to decide, though, because Max was rushing back over to his seat.

He lifted my legs again, laying them down across his lap, and situated our blanket. As the beginning previews of the DVD began, Max turned to ask me, “What did you think of the first one? I probably should have asked that before I put on the next, but I’m just too excited.”

I didn’t want to break Max’s heart, but I still did not have much interest in the movie series. It could have been because I had been passed out for half of the first movie and then stiff as a board during the second half. So, it was my fault.

I fibbed because I wanted Max to have a good time, “I’m into it. We’re cooking, for sure.”

Oliver laughed from his seat, leaning up to ask. “What?

I was taken aback by the beginnings of this interaction. He never talked to me in front of others, not that he ever spoke to me much at all to begin with. So, it took me a moment to gage my own reaction, process a response. My bottom lip was jutted in slight shock.

Max giggled at his friend’s reaction to my phrasing, confused himself, it seemed, “Cooking?”

I looked at Max with furrowed brows before bringing myself back, glancing between them. “Wha-huh?”

Oliver snickered again, “What the fuck does cooking mean?”

“What do you mean? Cooking? Have you never heard that phrase?” I frowned at their lack of understanding of internet language.

“Never,” Max shook his head.

“God,” I crossed my arms in faux offense, “bunch of grandpas.”

“Hey!” Max shoved my shoulder, only pushing me further into the couch. “We are only, like, ten years older than you.”

“Speak for yourself. Six,” Oliver waved his friend off.

“Kay, but you’re sixty at heart, so…” Max trailed off, lips pursed.

“So, get real,” I mocked Max’s expression.

Max was looking at the television now, so Oliver shot me a playful smile. I flipped him off. He rose his brows at me, then quickly turned his attention to his phone. I tried not to be too eager when I went to grab my own device.

Oliver: careful, darling.dont want to add fuel to the flame

I bit back a taunting smirk, reminded by his message of how much power I had over him, still. More so, now that he knew what I tasted like, what he could do to me in return.

My thumbs moved to their own accord, typing out something I’d probably pay for later…

Daisy: make me.

Before he could even read it, I turned on Do Not Disturb and shoved my phone into my pocket.

His eyes felt like fire on the side of my face.

I would always win this game.

There were literally zero opportunities for us to be alone together on that bus, and I knew it was driving Oliver mad. I refused to text him for the rest of the day and instead found myself drifting in and out of sleep. For a few hours, Max forced me into one of the boys’ bunks, insisting I needed to lay down so my neck wouldn’t break.

When I came back to join all the boys, we only had an hour left on the bus. The sun had already gone down. I was a little disoriented by the sleepiness aching in my bones and the lack of sunlight. So, I waddled to my same spot on the couch like a child, wrapped up in my blanket. When Max saw me coming, he shot up from the couch, having been laying down with his legs stretched out. Oliver was on the other end, by his feet, because Adam and Cy had taken their spots back on the other piece of furniture.

Max patted the spot between him and Oliver, who was scrolling through his phone. I remembered the message I had sent earlier and felt a tiny rush of energy ruffle up under my skin.

“Lay, I just wanna sit,” I waved Max off, tucking my legs up underneath me as I sat down. I was very aware that my thigh and shoulder brushed Oliver’s and so much more aware of the shuddering breath he took when I settled in.

Max thanked me before laying back down, legs stretched out overtop my lap this time. I blocked out the conversation they were all having, dissociating into my own phone. I had a few messages I needed to catch up, some from family members back across the pond, some from friends. A few of my posts on social media, too, had been getting a little more traction because of Sam being tagged in some of them. I tried not to be too chronically online, and only checked social media every once in a while. This was one of those rare moments.

It took Oliver but two seconds to message me again. I had yet to open his text from earlier, nervous though I had been so confident earlier. I took a quiet breath before opening them.

Oliver: is that a promise? Ill hold you to it, gorgeous

Ur lucky were on this bus

Daisy: ur silly

I knew it wasn’t the greatest response, but I still was not used to this kind of talk with someone so close to me. Sure, I'd flirt with men on the internet, but I never met them. Plus, any and all sex I had had so far in my life had been extremely vanilla.

I didn’t know what else to say to him. I was nervous.

Oliver: did i make you uncomfortable?

I tensed up at the message. He was too good at reading people and called my bluff right away, it seems.

Daisy: no no im so sorry

Not at all

Oliver: its okay daisy

Its probably a lot

To go from silence to this

Ill slow down

Daisy: no its totally fine! Promise!

Pls dont slow down

I like it

Oliver: its okay if youre not ready

We dont have to do anything you dont want to

Daisy: i want you though

Oliver: and you have me

But i dont want to rush into things that are that extreme if youre not ready for them

Daisy: im very vanilla

Oliver: thats okay

We’ll get you there, darling

Im patient

Daisy: ive noticed

Its virtuous

Oliver: well i want you

But you matter more than my own desires

And i cannot have you if you are not comfortable

Does that make sense?

Daisy: it does

Its incredibly kind

Thank you

Oliver: (its the bare minimum)

Daisy: i knowwwwwwwwwwwww but still

Shhhhhhhhh

Oliver: you shush sweet girl

you just tell me when somethings too much, okay?

Just talking about it made me feel much better about everything, so I took the opportunity to give him some breadcrumbs. And I enjoyed it when I saw him squirm in his seat, out of the corner of my eye.

Daisy: yes, sir!

Oops 🤷

Oliver: youre such a tease

Daisy: ikr

The conversation sort of dulled out from there. There wasn’t much else to say. And I didn’t know if he wanted me to move our discourse into uncharted territory by asking personal questions.

Besides, we had reached the hotel and were piling off the bus within the next few minutes. Sam and Ronnie were already waiting on the sidewalk, speaking softly to each other about something seemingly unimportant. It was chilly now that the moon had risen. I shivered in my thin sweatpants and wrapped my blanket up around myself more.

“How’d you movie day go?” Ronnie noticed us approaching them and immediately turned away from my brother. I was probably reading into things, but it was almost like they had been passing secrets through their muted whispers.

As we settled before them- me, Max, Adam, Cy, Oliver- I responded, “I might’ve slept through the whole thing?”

“Figures,” Sam snorted, reaching out a large hand to ruffle my hair.

I shoved his arm away, “Oh, shut up. It’s impossible to stay awake in these bus’.”

“No, she’s so right,” Ronnie nodded along. “Speaking of bus’, does everyone have everything they need off of them? They’re just gonna be parked out back. Just wanna make sure.”

I looked around myself, ensuring I had my bag, purse, pillow, and blanket. Though, because I always second guessed my own assurance, I replied, “I think so. But I'm gonna go double check.”

“Pretty sure we’re all good,” Max spoke for him and the boys.

Ronnie nodded between us before I set my things down to move up the steps of our bus. I checked through my bunk and the couch to ensure I had everything. Certain that I did, I joined everyone back on the sidewalk, giving Ronnie a confident thumbs up.

It wasn’t until we had checked in and were heading for the elevators that I realized my phone was missing. Of course it was- I never knew where that thing was.

“Shit,” I cursed, patting my pockets frantically. Max, Cy, Adam, and Ronnie piled into the open doors of the elevator before me.

Sam moved to follow, slotting in beside Ronnie and the wall. He turned back to me when he heard my frantic rustling. “What’s wrong?”

I dropped into a squat, my stuff falling into a pile there. I unzipped my bookbag and began shuffling through it. Glancing up at him, I responded, “Can’t find my phone.”

The doors began to close and Sam moved a hand over the pockets where the doors slid back into place. “Want help looking?

Before I could respond, another crouched down beside me, hands reaching for my purse.

“S’okay. I’ve got her.”

Sam nodded and moved back into the elevator, entrusting Oliver with the situation. “Text me when you find it, kay?”

I shot him a smile and watched as the doors fell shut, a ding signaling their departure. Oliver had unzipped my purse and was looking through it casually.

“Am I gonna find any bombs or drugs in here?” He grinned up at me, eyes peering out from beneath his thick lashes.

My heart skipped a beat. I zipped my bag back up, unable to locate my phone anywhere in there. As I did, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Oh, all the coke and all the meth.”

“Easy there, Walter White. Not in there?” He then pointed to my bag.

I scrunch my nose with a frown, “No. Think it’s on the bus, honestly.”

“That’s okay. Let’s go see, yeah?” Oliver stood back up, my purse in his hand. He offered me his other one and gently tugged me up onto my feet.

My shoulder bumped into his, knocking the breath out of me from the close proximity. His smile got a little wider. He took my pillow from my arms, too, and began leading the way out of the hotel. It took me a second to catch up, a little jarred by his proactive role in this. Here was a guy who had been ignoring me for weeks. And, now, not only was he helping me find my lost phone, but he also wanted to fuck me. It would never make sense.

When we were alone on the bus, on the landing of the short set of stairs that led up from the door, Oliver turned back to me. “Where do you think you left it?”

“Probably just where I was sitting earlier,” I set my things down on the couch as I moved towards it. I bent over, stuffing my hands into the cushions until my knuckles hit something hard. “Yep! Like I thought.”

I turned back to him with a proud smile, phone held up like a trophy. Oliver glanced his eyes up from the space where my thighs occupied. He had been staring at my ass. His face blushed slightly as an ashamed smile took over his features.

“You ask me to be patient, then you stare at my ass and make extremely teasing comments in front of our friends,” I crossed my arms over my chest, hip popped in a scolding sort of way.

Oliver sighed, running a hand over his face, “I’m sorry, Daisy.”

He seemed genuinely distraught by my joke, so I threw it away, shoulders relaxing, worries on my lips. “Oh, no, no,” I stepped towards him, “it’s okay! I’m not…I’m not actually mad. It’s okay, Oliver.”

“No, I just owe you so many apologies,” he shook his head, meeting my eyes with a frown.

I moved closer, touching his forearm gently. His skin seemed to melt in mine, his body relaxing into my presence as he almost leaned in to me. I offered a reassuring smile, “It’s okay. I promise. Max told me…a little bit. I get it.”

“No, I…” he shrugged with another huff, “I am going to sound like a fucking cliche right now, yeah?”

“I love cliches,” I snickered as I shoved his shoulder playfully. His fingers moved into mine, squeezing my hand.

“That was cliche,” he whispered through a deep chuckle. He then continued on, “I’m not good at making friends or, like…talking to people. I talk through music cause I just…I can’t ever find the right words in real life. I always say the wrong thing.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” I shook my head, “I think…well, I’ll keep my clinical opinions to myself,” I giggled with a playful roll of my eyes.

Oliver waved me off, “I have a therapist, don’t worry. I already know what you’re gonna say. I have low self worth- trust me, I know. I’m working on it.”

“At least you are,” I offered up encouragingly, “loads of fucked up people do way worse than you and they don’t even stop to think about how it affects others. The fact that you’re beating yourself up so much about something so mild tells me everything I need to know.”

“What does it tell you?”

I kept his hand in mine, but moved the other to his chin, touching it sweetly, almost to tell him to lift it up, “That you’re a good person, Oliver. I just know it. A bad person doesn’t worry if they’re bad. A bad person doesn’t carry his friend’s drunk sister home from the bar and wipe off her makeup. A bad person doesn’t apologize, what, three times now? For simply ignoring her because he was scared of letting her in.”

He nodded sheepishly, blushing again. His gaze fell to the floor as he looked away, “It’s not just that, you know. It’s…stupid, I don’t know.”

“No, tell me,” I swept my hand over his cheek, pulling his gaze back to mine. “It’s okay.”

“I, just…” he cut himself off again, searching for the words in my eyes, “You’re trouble, Daisy. I knew it when we took those shots up on the roof. I knew then that I wanted you, in more ways than I can even fathom. But, you’re so different from me…I knew I wouldn’t be good for you. So, I didn’t wanna allow anything to happen between us. That’s why I ignored you at breakfast, why I pretended we never spoke. I’m scared of you.”

“You don’t have to be,” I was just slightly confused by his words. “I’m only human, just like you. Flesh and blood.”

“Flesh and blood and this stupid little halo above your head,” he swept a hand over my head before pulling his touch down to the back of my neck. I giggled at his words. He cracked a smile. “It’s true. I see it.”

“You’re overdramatic,” I squeezed his hand. “Don’t put me on a pedestal.”

“I’ll try not to, but it’s what you deserve, I know it, darling.”

I examined him for a second, searching his eyes for recognition that he might have felt even a little bit better. I found it in the glints shining in his dark pupils. “Are you gonna let me in now? Now that we’ve had this talk?”

“Yeah,” Oliver nodded and I swear I felt him push his cheek further into my hand. “Yeah, I think I will. I just…I can’t make you any promises about anything. About this- about- us. I don’t know what I can give.”

“Whatever you have, I’ll take,” I furrowed my brows, the volume of my voice dropping down in a desperate sort of way. “Whatever you can give me, I’ll have it. It’s okay. I can…I’ll take it, Oliver.”

His face seemed to contort, overcome with emotion, understanding, comfort- peace, almost. He struggled to find words and, after a moment or two, asked, “Can I kiss you?”

I didn’t have to nod. My eyes told him everything he needed to know.

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funera1pyre · 7 months

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random vessel thought (nsfw)

vess is definitely the type to overstim you for hours between your legs because he loves the sounds you make n hearing you cry… won’t stop even when your pussy’s swollen n his hands and face are covered in ur juices 😵‍💫 making you feel good is his favorite thing to do, he’s infatuated with you

#sleep token #vessel smut #sleep token smut #sleep token imagines

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 6 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣

cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.

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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎

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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.

“… well?”

vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.

“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”

it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.

what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.

ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.

“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.

“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.

“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”

ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.

he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.

vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.

“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”

your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.

“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”

for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.

he never kept his eyes off of you.

as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.

without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.

ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.

vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.

“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.

with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.

but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.

vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.

vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.

“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”

you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.

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daddyhausen · 26 days

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｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡「 VESSEL MASTERLIST 」｡･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

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「 ♡ — MINI SERIES 」

「 ♧ — SMUT 」

「 ♢ — TRIGGER WARNINGS 」

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「 PENTAGRAMS IN THE NIGHT SKY 」 — ♧ ♢

❝ he waits in the shadows for your nightmares to paralyse you, to claim you body and soul all for himself. ❞

#{ my fics : 🤍 }#vessel sleep token #sleep token #vessel x reader #vessel smut #vessel fanfic

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amourtoken · 11 days

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Meant to post this earlier but I'll probably do a part 2 eventually.

Some ST visuals I think remind me of the boys <3

*nsfw links below the cut, MDNI*

(Some hard kinks in the captions of the posts so be wary, the captions aren't rlly why I added them tho tbh I barely read them ever I'm here here for the vids)

Vessel:

His favorite position

Belly bulge cause he's fucking huge

He loves picking you up and showing off the size difference

Variation of his favorite position

When I say he's huge this is what I mean

Touchy

ii:

Big headlock fan

Another fave position of his

He'll let you get off but he's gonna be in control

MESSY (spit warning)

He likes throwing you around cause he can

Thickkkkkk

THICKKKKK

iii:

You both get off :)

He wants you to know how much he loves you during

He fucking loves when you jack him off

Thigh fucking's #1 fan

iv:

Mirror sex is his shit

Plays with you like a literal toy

More mirrors

This just fucking SCREAMS iv to me

Loves feeling himself through your throat

♡

BONUS:

Violent ass pairing lol (iv and ii)

SOBBING pls do this to him :(((( (iii)

This is iii coded

Polytoken + petplay kinda

#Sleep token smut #Sleep token visuals #Iv smut #Ii smut #Iii smut #Vessel smut #Visuals

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haddonfieldwhore · 11 months

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venomous serpent - vessel

vessel (sleep token) x inhuman!reader

warnings: inhuman?vessel, inhuman!reader (succubus vibes), suggestive content/implied smut, not lore accurate, sleep paralysis (brief), biting, blood mentioned, lmk if i missed smth

word count: 1.7k

vessels eyes opened and glanced around the darkness of his bedroom, unable to move any part of his body other than his eyes. he was used to strange dreams and irregular sleep, but this was something new. he strained his muscles but remained immobile as the room around him began to warp into an unfamiliar place, somewhere strange and cold. tall trees stretched endlessly above him and damp grass caressed his arms as he now lay on the ground, soft rain falling from the sky as he stared up at the night sky.

vessel could feel himself regain control of his body at last, and was able to sit up, taking a deep breath as he looked around, able to see more of the forest that surrounded him. a melodious laugh echoed from every direction around him, before converging on single location, the sound now coming from a behind a tree a little ways up the path. vessel felt inclined to follow it, almost as if he couldn’t stop himself as his feet carried him down the trail, the earth soft and damp beneath every step. the sound of laughter got further away with each passing second, and then suddenly it came from behind him, causing vessel to turn around with a start. you stood before him, and it only took one look for him to determine that you were the most stunning being he had ever had the privilege of laying eyes on. as if you could read his thoughts, you laughed again, the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

“aren’t you intriguing,” you sighed, running a finger over his shoulder, sending shockwaves through his body. a soft breath escaped his lips, parted slightly as he admired you, in a trance as you looked back at him. “why are you hiding?” you placed your hands softly on either side of his mask, and it took all of his willpower to stop you from removing it, his hands wrapping around your wrists.

“please….” was all he could mutter, and his heart skipped a beat as you smiled back at him mischievously. his breath caught in his throat as you trailed your hands down either side of his neck, before tangling in the plush fabric of his coat and pulling him close to you, your bodies nearly touching.

“alright, keep your secrets,” you smiled, your voice so enticing that he might have taken it off after all if you had only asked again. vessel swallowed the lump in his throat, gathering the courage to speak.

“what…are you?” he asked. “what is this place?” you furrowed your eyebrows together, his grip on your wrists releasing as your fingers played with his long necklaces.

“this is your home now, silly,” your voice teased him. “and what do you want me to be? what are you?” you countered. “i don’t think i’ve ever had one like you before.”

“is that so? what do you intend to do with me?” vessel didn’t know where the new shred of confidence came from, but his heart rate increased as your eyes lit up a phosphorescent green and your touch trailed down the length of his torso, goosebumps appearing in their wake. your fingers hooked through the belt loops of his pants and pulled his hips against yours, and his hands landed on your waist to steady himself, and you hummed at the feeling of his fingertips digging into your soft skin.

“just relax,” you whispered next to his ear, before placing a kiss to the flesh of his throat and then sinking your fangs in. vessel tensed at the sharp pain, his nails leaving crescent shaped indents on your hips as he tried to stay still. “let go.” he heard, but you hadn’t spoken, it was just in his head, your voice ringing through his thoughts as venom coursed through his veins. it burned so sweet, his arms wrapping around you to keep you close, and he felt you chuckle against his skin. he gasped softly as your forked tongue caressed the bite wound, before pulling back to look at him, blood dripping from you lips.

vessel closed the distance between you, tasting the iron on your tongue as he moved his lips against yours feverishly, hands roaming your body as you kissed him back. you surprised both him and yourself when a moan erupted from your throat as he pushed your back softly against a tree, his hips pressing against yours as you ground against eachother. his kisses trailed wet and hot down your neck, and you laughed softly as your hand caressed the back of his head.

“i think i’m gonna keep you,” you hummed, his own teeth puncturing your skin know leaving angry red bruises behind. his hands still wandered your body, tugging at your clothes until they were removed, and you slid his coat off of his body, letting to fall to the ground with a soft thud. vessel gently pushed you to the ground, before crawling on top of you. your sharp nails nearly pierced his skin as you held his chin, his still masked face hovering above you. your eyes turned dark now as you smiled up at him.

“keep me,” he muttered, kissing your swollen lips, his tongue tasting the venom that still dripped from your sharp canines. he moaned deep in his throat as you bit down on his bottom lip, piercing the plump flesh between your teeth.

“i have to let you wake up, don’t i?” you asked, rolling over so you were on top of him, the soft grass tickling your knees as you straddled his lap.

“i’ll sleep forever if if means i can remain here with you. like this.” his hands trailed up your thighs to rest on your waist again as you raked your nails over the soft skin of his stomach, stopping at the button of his pants, and vessel couldn’t help but buck his hips upward slightly.

“such a generous offer. i must say i’m tempted.”

“say yes,” he pleaded, as your hands began to undo his pants, your eyes shining green again as you smiled at him.

“hmm let’s see if you can prove that you want it.”

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vessel awoke, jolting upright, discovering that he was once again in his bed. he looked around. attempting to wrap his head around the incredibly vivid dream he had just had. had it truly been a dream? he wondered. everything felt so real. was this sleep playing some kind of game with him? he sighed, stepping out of the bed and walking down the hall to the bathroom. when he flicked on the light his appearance in the mirror shocked him. thin pink lines trailed down his bare torso, fine cratches left by your sharp nails down to the waistband of his pants. he tilted his head to the side to inspect the deep puncture wounds on the side of his neck, where your fangs had sank into him, and his heart pounded in his chest.

vessel heard the sound of your laugh again, and he looked around, only to see nothing and no one there but himself. shaking his head, he flicked the light off and stepped back out into the dark hallway, the light of morning only just beginning to stream through the cracks in the curtains as the sun would soon rise. from the end of the dark hallway, just outside the doorway to his room, he saw two familiar eyes, glowing an unnatural green. he walked toward you just for you to vanish, appearing again sat on the end of his bed.

“did you sleep well?” you asked innocently, crossing your leg over the other as vessel approached you cautiously. he kneeled on the ground in front of you, kissing the exposed skin of your knees softly, and you smiled down at him.

“incredibly,” he replied. “your venom-“

“it will not harm someone with your power,” you replied, leaning forward until your lips were nearly on his. “but i can still make it hurt if you want me to.” his eyes closed beneath his mask in response, his head falling backward to expose his neck to you, and you caressed his painted skin before sinking your teeth in once again.

“am i dreaming again?” he asked, wincing as you placed yourself in his lap, his arms encircling you.

“you tell me. is it a good dream?” you were doing it again- speaking without speaking; somehow communicating telepathically.

“mm- yes,” he groaned as you licked a trail of blood that had begun to run down the hollow of his collar bone. “i never wish to wake up.”

“say the word and you can have me awake or asleep. i’ll be with you always.” you pressed your lips to his, and his hands grabbed at either side of your jaw, trying to prevent you from pulling away. the mixture of his blood and your venom on your tongue made his head spin, and he repositioned your bodies so that you lay beneath his in the bedroom floor. the chains on his necklaces dangled from his neck, and you used them to pull him down to your lips again.

“you have got your hooks in me,” he moaned against your lips, and you smiled.

“it was almost too easy,” you teased. “but i must admit, you have captured my interest as well.”

“so this is not a dream? i will not wake up and find myself alone?”

“no. i am here,” you placed your hand over his chest, his heart bearing past beneath your palm. “and i always will be,” you gently touched the bite mark on his neck.

“what is it that brought you to me?”

“curiosity. i can travel many different realms and plains of consciousness. i have seen you before, but what you are still eludes me. i wanted you to myself. but he already had you.” vessel tilted his head at you slightly.

“he? you refer to sleep?” you nodded.

“yes. it took me a while to find you. but now that i have i am not letting you go.” you kissed him, softer than before.

“i would not have it any other way.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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