#sleep token!vessel x reader
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Black Paint; Vessel (Sleep Token)
a/n: i am so fucking proud of this and i hope you absolutely love it. pls don't anyone tell brittany or else i'll fucking kms. thx.
description: brittany broski and friends go see sleep token. the group's energy catches the attention of the band.
warnings: alcohol, smut, cringe wattpad y/n moment.
“Hey, guys, welcome back to the Broski report. I’m your host, Brittany Broski.”
She rambled the words out breathlessly, smile void on her face. I stifled a laugh from the seat beside her, especially as I knew the camera frame would then focus on me.
She slammed her palms down onto the table, peering over at me with a blank expression, “Bitch.”
“I know,” I shrugged. My lips were pursed together, shoulders shaking as small giggles forced their way out of my nose.
“Bitch!” She tilted her head from the microphone so as not to disturb the sound mix.
I pressed a hand to my lips, dying of laughter now. “I know!”
“Listen,” she pointed at the screen behind us, “there is no fucking time for introductions because this bitch…just ruined my life by introducing me to yet another GROUP masked men I will not and can not have!”
“I know,” I nodded solemnly, still giggling. “I’m so sorry for what I have done to you.”
“Sleep Token,” Brittany yelled. I flinched from the volume, eliciting a soft, “Oh!”
“Sleep Token, guys,” she repeated. “Listen…before we even begin, we have a disclaimer for you horny sluts.”
I licked my lip as I silenced my laughter, looking seriously to the camera. “We do not condone the search for the identity of this band. Let them exist peacefully. If you know who they are, and you comment it on either of our platforms, anywhere, you will be blocked. Be respectful, shut the fuck up, and keep the mystery alive, kay?”
“Kay. Moving on! Sleep Token!”
It was my first time being on Brittany’s podcast. I was honored to have been asked, considering she didn’t often have anyone join her. But, considering I’d introduced her to the band I was currently hyper-fixating on, she needed me to provide my personal testimony. We spent most of the video appreciating their music, pointing out our favorite drum parts, lyrics, and Vessel vocals. Of course, we thirsted over the band, too. Why wouldn’t we have? They were hot as fuck and we were just girls.
And, of course, the video blew up. Her podcast segments normally did, but this one reached new numbers even she could not have predicted. At one point, trending on TikTok was a video of me saying, “I would literally let this man do dirty, nasty, terrible things to me that my mom would disown me for. Things only bitches did in that fucking town of Sodom and Gamora. God would literally come down and rain hellfire over my apartment after I got done with that man.”
I wasn’t necessarily embarrassed by the videos that came out after my clip went viral, but it was a little silly. I just hoped the band didn’t have secret accounts that they stalked fans on. I would never want to know that- but Ijust hoped and prayed it wasn’t sure.
Soon after we posted the video, the band announced a new leg of a North American tour.
And, of course, we spent a shit load of money to get tickets.
The months drug on before it was finally time for the concert.
“Shot?”
Brittany held out the glass vial towards me, a knowing smile- brows raised, round eyes suggestive- egging me on. Not that I needed it- tonight was the perfect night to get trashed. Of course, with Brittany, that was most night’s. When we had filmed for the podcast? Oh, we were smashed.
“Duh, bitch.”
I took it from her hold, wrapped my forearm around hers, and shared a low cheer before taking the shot. Our other friend Sarah Baska, was ordering herself something at the bar. Meanwhile, the liquid burned the back of my throat, sliding down my chest in it’s fiery path. A natural lightweight, I felt warm immediately. It was also just really hot in here.
I then ordered some mixed drink. Sarah got more, harder liquor, as per usual. And, Brittany did another handful of shots for the road. After, we headed for the stairs, giggly and anticipatory. We spent extra money on a private box, both to shake our asses in a spacious area, and to be able to enjoy the concert without being bothered by fans the entire time. It was nice getting photos with them and meeting people who looked up to all of us. But, tonight, it would be nice to just exist as normal people at a normal concert. Besides, we were all here for Sleep Token. I wanted them to get all the worship that they deserved.
Not that this was a normal concert. This was, in any devoted fan’s words, a night of worship to the god of Sleep. This was a ritual. Tonight, I would be shaking my ass extra hard for the little dancing vessel’s on that stage who were so fucking attractive, I could drool.
We found our seats quickly. I was grateful for the space away from the thick, sweaty crowds- it was hot in here, even though I was wearing next to nothing. I really didn’t want my makeup- done heavier than normal thanks to Britt- to run. I did, however, hope that Vessel’s paint would smear a little extra from this heat. That was hot.
We sat down in our seats for a few minutes, gushing about finally being at this ritual. I sipped at my drink, finishing it faster than I thought possible. I tended to drink heavier when my pulse rate was this high. My chest was really warm now, and I enjoyed it. It loosened me up quite a bit. I wasn’t really introverted, but I had anxiety when it came to these situations. Liquid courage was always nice to have.
I shed my jacket on the back of my chair, exposing my midriff and bare arms. It cooled me down a bit. Brittany was rambling on about Vessel and some video she’d saw on TikTok the night before. I went to reply to her, to ask to see the video, when a staff member interrupted us, “Excuse me, ladies-”
We looked up him expectantly. His voice was quiet against the loud chatter of the crowd and the pre-show playlist thumping through the speakers. I leaned in close to him and strained to hear his next words.
“These seats have food and drink service. Would you like anything?” He graciously held out a menu.
We nodded enthusiastically and ordered another round of shots and cocktails. Just as he returned with the tray of drinks, after we occupied ourselves by watching a handful of videos on Brittany’s phone, the lights dimmed for the opener. I tipped the server as I joined the crowd, on my feet, hooting and hollering. We quickly down our shots.
The opener was pretty good. Brittany, Sarah, and I danced along to the songs, clapped when gestured to, and took a few embarrassing pictures for us to regret in the morning. I liked to spin in circles as I danced, rotating my hips to the beat. I made a stank face while doing so, drink raised to the sky like an offering. Brittany and Sarah would hype me up, pretending to swipe stacks of cash over me like rain, leaning into my momentum with hollers. The more I moved, the more the alcohol took over. I was completely lost in the music.
When the opener took a bow, Brittany, Sarah, and I screamed, loudly. Loud enough that the opener noticed us. They waved up to our seats. I jumped up and down, splashing my drink over the railing, on the floor below. I waved wildly. The opener then blew a kiss and I nearly melted. I felt like a little girl at a One Direction concert. It was awesome.
As the crew began tearing down the openers set, and putting together Sleep Token’s, more music streamed through the speakers. The server scurried off to get us more drinks.
Because the opener had noticed us- twice- a few people in the crowd turned to look up at our seats. Now that the overhead lights were back on in the venue, a bunch of fans started calling out our names, waving excitedly. As they did, I Wanna Dance With Somebody started playing and the energy in the venue lifted completely.
I set my drink down in my cup holder, needing both hands to go absolutely feral over the song choice. As the first verse began, I grabbed Brittany’s fingers in my clutch, serenading her through viscous screams. I swayed from foot to foot, hitting each beat with my hips. As Miss Houston sang, “My lonely heart calls…” I grabbed the railing from behind me, leaned myself over it, back arched and head upside down, towards the crowd. Everyone freaked out at the stupid move I did. I was sure to see clips of it in the morning.
Then, the chorus started, and we jumped around like raging lunatics. We clapped our way through the song, entertaining the crowd like we were the real show. Eventually, the crew seemed to be finishing up their work onstage. The music started to fade, the lights dimmed, and the stage lit up with bright blue. I picked my drink back up, screeching my head off as the music started.
I swear to god that the band could hear us screaming from our side of the venue, jumping around like children, holding onto each other like we just might fall over. We were louder than, probably, the rest of the crowd. They started with Chokehold, which made me nearly lose my sanity. Vessel strutted out onto the stage like a literal god, rings shining in the light, blackened skin already slick with sweat. I bounced up and down to every beat, waving my hands with the crowd, spinning in circles, downing my drink like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t focus too much on how good he looked, caught up in the music. But, god, did I know he looked insane.
At one point, Brittany and Sarah turned their phone flash on. They switched between that and taking videos on their phones, giving me all the spotlight. They made it like I was the fucking main character of the concert. And, I loved every second of it.
At one point, the bassist noticed our flashing lights and mini dance circle. He pointed up at us, nodding his head in appreciation. I screamed my head off in response, gripping the railing and whipping my hair. He raised his hands like he had to defend himself from my energy and slunk off to the other side of the stage. Brittany pointed the camera in my face, “How do you feel?!”
“I’m shitting my pants right now!”
The concert went by quickly, too quickly. IV interacted with us a bunch, too, especially after he’d scream his lyrics and we’d go wild. Vessel, unfortunately, avoided our side of the stage. He was so lost in the music which was, honestly, amazing to witness. His silly dances combined with his insane vocals made for a great show.
By the time The Offering started up, Brittany, Sarah, and I were absolutely trashed. I wasn’t too far gone because I was started to sweat out what was in my system. Yet, I was nowhere near sober. Anyways, maybe it was because we were being obnoxious and loud due to our drunken states- Vessel finally noticed us. It was at the beginning of the song, when he sang, “Take a bite…’ It came out like an animalistic growl, chilling the audience.
He pointed his hands towards our balcony, though I’d like to think he was really just pointing at me, and whispered the sultry lyric. I melted to the ground, head thrown back as I yelled. Brittany grabbed my bicep to ensure I wouldn’t fall any further. She and Sarah hoisted me back up. We cackled into each other’s shoulders annoyingly. Then, as the drums picked up, we began moving with the rhythm again.
Before we knew it, the concert was over. Vessel raised his hands in a bow. Then, he looked around the crowd, found our seats again, and shot us a small smile. I took the opportunity to blow him a kiss, enthusiastically throwing it through the air towards him. He grinned in response, looking to his feet as he shook his head, before slinking backstage.
I plopped back down into my seat, already cracking open a water bottle. My chest heaved for air. I didn’t even know how to process anything that had happened. All I knew was, “I need to eat so many fries right now,” I breathed out, sweat slicking my skin. I sipped the water slowly. I could feel myself sobering up more and more. I was a little more conscious, but so damn hungry.
Sarah was talking to some people next to us who she knew. Brittany sat beside me. “Vessel literally wants you,” she said, nonchalantly, like she had read it in that morning’s paper. “Like…holy fuck.”
I cracked a smile and wiped a bead of sweat off of my brow. I checked my reflection in my phone. Luckily, my makeup had stayed intact. I replied with a silly tone, “Don’t even get me excited like that. It’s rude.”
“No, cause, he kept looking up here after The Offering,” Brittany said in a matter of fact manner, again.
“Really?” I sat up in my seat, “No way! I must have been dancing too hard to notice.”
“Oh, you were shaking your ass,” she snickered with a grin.
“Ugh, he’s fucking sexy,” I continued on. We stared at the stage for a moment in one of those silences where neither drunk girl could really formulate any relevant response. Then, I kind of tossed my weary arms around, “Well, doesn’t matter. I bet he, like, doesn’t even date.”
“No, but he def fucks,” Brittany emphasized. We leaned into each other, laughing loudly.
Sarah turned to us at the sound. She plopped down beside me and went to add to our conversation, but the familiar staff member who’d been supplying our drinks was interrupting again. Though, this time, he didn’t have a tray of alcohol.
“Excuse me, ladies,” his favorite phrase. We all looked up at him, curious. He didn’t have to speak so loud, considering the venue was clearing out, so it was easier to hear. Whitney Houston was playing again.
“The band is wondering if you’d like to come backstage for some refreshments?” He asked so casually that it took my brain a moment to process the information.
I managed to play it really cool, but internally, I was basically shitting my pants. Brittany, however, gaped at the worker. She slowly turned her head towards Sarah and I with a wild look in her eyes, seeming like she might scream at any given moment.
Sarah snorted, “What fucking fanfiction did we just get thrown into?!”
“I don’t know, but I fucking love it,” I gushed back, staring at the worker. “What the fuck.” He shrugged back at me.
Sarah shook her head with an amused grin, waving off the worker, “Listen, yall go, have fun. My friends offered to let us go out with them, so I’m gonna split off. I don’t think I could mentally handle meeting them right now. I think I’d, like, puke all over them.”
“But, then you could say that you’ve puked on Sleep Token!” Brittany smacked Sarah’s shoulder, reaching across my body.
“Go!” Sarah shoved back, squishing me further between the two of them. “Go, so you can say that you puked on Sleep Token.”
“Yeah, I fucking will,” I pushed up out of my seat, an eager energy in my bones.
Brittany and I followed the worker down the stairs, clutching each other’s arms. He ushered us through the remaining crowd gently, though we had to stop to take numerous photos- and make the occasional TikTok- with fans. They gushed about our dance moves, our podcast episode. It made everything feel even giddier. We eventually made it up to the stage, where we were guided behind these large black curtains disguising the dimly lit area of the sides.
The crew worked hard on getting everything packed up, put away. We skirted between all of them, trying not to get in the way of it all. I kept checking my reflection in my phone’s front camera to ensure I looked okay. Most of the sweat had soaked itself up and my perfume was long lasting. Hopefully that was enough to rizz up Vessel. Not that I was counting on that. It would be awesome, but I was actually excited to have a conversation with all of them. I would soon learn that was not what he wanted from me tonight.
We went down another set of stairs and stopped before a closed door. Behind it, we could hear music playing over a speaker, a few sets of voices cheering and chattering. The worker knocked, kindly, and the voices cut themselves off.
“Come in!” A thick British accent called out.
I took a deep, drunken breath as the worker turned the door knob. And, my stomach dropped when he pulled open the door.
Sleep Token sat, lounged out across their dressing room, on various couches. They wore those familiar masks, their stage costumes- save for a few layers- and clutched some drinks in their blackened hands. My eyes found Vessel last, who was leaning against the counter of the vanity, a drink sat beside his left hand. He had shed his cloak, so visible to us was his paint-smeared chest and back. I tried not to let my eyes wander too much- but they did.
III stood from the couch, excitedly dancing his way over to the door where we stood. The worker abandoned us. “‘Ello, darlings!” III called out.
He hugged Brittany first, bent down because of his insane height. As he did, I couldn’t rip my eyes from the slits of Vessel’s mask. I somehow knew that he was staring at me- probably because his distant gaze burned my skin. Then, III was pulling me into his chest, “It’s so lovely to meet you…”
“Brittany,” she gestured to herself, then to me, “Y/n. Dude, thanks so fucking much for having us! We had an absolute blast. Your performance is just- wow!”
IV and II approached us next, as III pulled us a bit further into the room. III busied himself with pouring us each a drink as we introduced ourselves to IV and II.
“We’re so glad you had a good time worshiping,” IV cracked, hugging Brittany, “makes it all the more worth it.”
I grinned at his words as he embraced me, too, still occasionally glancing at Vessel. II added on, “Sure you’re exhausted from all that dancing. Have a seat.”
III wrapped an arm around Brittany’s shoulder, passing a drink to her hand, as he brought her onto the couch beside him. IV and II moved to stt back where they had been, probably assuming I was following. I clutched nervously to the drink III had given me. I may be drunk, but not drunk enough to not act stupid in front of men I wanted to fuck. The nerves were crashing down me instead, making me stoic, overthinking my own breathin.
I looked back at Vessel, again, who had been quiet thus far. He held out a hand, an offer for me to come sit beside him. I hesitated, for just a moment, before taking it. His fingers were warm, even his rings, and I noticed that black paint smudged itself across my skin as I took my hand from his. I leaned up against the counter beside him as I admired the paint.
III, IV, and II struck up a lively conversation with Brittany, full of teases and easy topics. I watched until I felt that burning stare on the side of my face again. I looked up at Vessel, a small smile forming across my lips. He returned the expression.
“Lovely to meet you, Y/n,” his voice was just as deep as his singing tone. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I shifted on my feet, glanced around, before returning his gaze again. “You, too, Vessel,” I took a sip of the drink in my hand.
He chuckled down at me. My knees rocked. “So…you like Whitney Houston, yeah?.”
My face turned beat red at the realization that he had seen a lot more than I hoped. I pressed a hand over my face, groaning, “Oh, god. You saw that?”
Vessel brushed his shoulder against mine. More paint took it’s place there in my skin. “I saw everything.”
I crinkled my nose, “Ugh, that was just…I don’t claim to be a good dancer, just so you know.”
Vessel shrugged, “I beg to differ.”
Shaking my head at his words, I waved him off, “Don’t even…I just, like, throw myself around like a fucking rag doll.”
“No,” he drug out the word, deep voice reverberating in my chest, “no, you have some rhythm in those hips.” His head tilted down as he eyed my body.
There was a beat of silence that passed between us. I examined his mask. I think I knew then that I wouldn’t be leaving until this man fucked me senseless, but my foggy, drunken brain thought still that maybe I was just being delusional.
It wasn’t until he opened his mouth, again, that I was certain. He drug his tongue over his bottom lip, as though he was searching for the right words to say. My eyes followed the wet, pink organ with a blank stare.
Vessel thought for another moment before leaning his mouth down towards my ear. He pressed his hand against my hip, fingers curling around my bare skin exposed there. His breath was hot against the side of my neck, though I shivered again. “I want to see how those hips would move on me.”
I flushed, bright red again, the alcohol making the heat on my blotchy skin worse. Vessel pulled away, a smirk ever-present on those pink lips, black staining the outer edges. It took all of my self control not to lick it clean, right then and there. I wanted him- needed him. And, he knew it.
Vessel searched my eyes with that curl in his lips. I was unable to come up with a proper response. But, I think he found what he was looking for in my dilated pupils and rising chest. “Be a good girl for me? Yeah?”
Vessel offered up his hand again. I entwined my fingers in his, my own smile finally finding its place on my mouth. Vessel took my cup and chugged it, tossed it into the trash, and led us from the room.
I followed like a puppy-dog, hot on his heels. He guided me so carefully, looking back occasionally to ensure I was okay. Then, he threw open a door at the end of the hallway we traveled down. It was dark in the room, with only a small lamp in the corner to illuminate our hushed desperations. Vessel locked the door behind us after he ushered me inside. He spun me around and forced himself against my chest, pressing my back against the door. It knocked the wind right out of me. My chest rose and fell as I took rapid, deep breaths. Vessel held me by my hip, again, thumb brushing against my bare skin gently.
“Is this okay?” He whispered as he brought a hand to my face, cupping my cheek.
I barely nodded, entranced by the stare coming from behind his mask. I had enough focus to touch my hands to his chest, though, running my fingers up and down his toned stomach. The paint smeared beneath my knuckles, revealing more of his pale skin. I watched it mix with our sweat with hopeless admiration in my gaze.
Vessel looked down at my hands, too, a smirk still present on his face. But, then he forced my chin up, so my eyes were on his mask, and said, “Use your words, darling.”
“Y-yes,” I shuddered, voice breathless.
Vessel pressed me harder against the door as our lips met, tongues clashing against teeth, hungrily. We moved together so easily, entranced by the other’s taste. I gripped at his sides, pulling me into him, arching my back to press my chest against his. Vessel’s hold tightened, too, and he ground my hips against his.
I felt him get hard, quickly, the loose material of his pants allowing his erection to fully grind against my thigh. He was whiney, all gasping breaths, low moans, as I drug my fingers down his chest, dipped them through his waistband. I nearly got to feel him, but Vessel grabbed my hand harshly in his, slamming it up against the door, above my head. My eyes shot back open in surprise. I don’t remember closing them.
“S’all about you right now, darling,” he demanded, words against my lips.
Vessel shoved his head into the crevice of my neck, nipping and tonguing at my flesh. My eyes dropped shut again, head hitting the door in a way that would probably hurt tomorrow. I had a feeling all of me would hurt tomorrow. But, I didn’t care.
Vessel drug his fingers up my arms, leaving goosebumps in his path, trails of black paint like a roadmap amongst my freckles. He slid the straps of my dress down past my shoulders. Then, he kissed his way down to the arch of my breasts. He rolled the material between his teeth and sunk to the floor as he drugged it down my body. Vessel was on his knees below me.
Vessel looped an arm around either of my thighs, nearly pulling my entire weight onto his shoulders. I clutched onto the top of his head, feeling some of his hair slip out from the cap he wore beneath his mask. It was soft, though just a bit sweaty. He glanced up at my bare breasts, smirking devilishly now
He admired my face as he said, “I watched you worship me all night. It’s my turn to pray at your altar.” STOPPED HERE.
My head hit the door again as Vessel sunk his tongue into me. He had managed to tear my underwear down with his teeth and they were now laying across the room. I ground my hips into his face, back arching each time his nose would then rub against my sweet spot. I tried to be quiet at first, though small gasps and moans slipped from my bitten lips.
But, then, Vessel stopped, eliciting a whine from me. He chuckled, lips slick from me. He darted his tongue out, smirking as he cleaned his mouth. He tilted his head in disappointment, “You were so loud for me earlier, darling. What happened to that good girl? I want to hear how good I am making you feel.”
I nodded, dazed, brows furrowed, fingers digging at his hair. The cap had fallen off his head at this point, but the mask managed to stay on. I was grateful it did. The mystery alive energized both of our primal desires..
Vessel watched my face as he pressed his tongue back up into me, running the tip of it down my entire core. I moaned, loudly, back arched into the cold air, nipples hard from the temperature and arousal.
He chuckled into me, making my thighs shake around his head. Vessel pried me back open with his fingers bruising my skin. He continued on until I was close. I vocalized my point of no return, and he hurriedly spoke, “Don’t. Be a good girl and wait. For me, okay?”
I nodded wildly, clenching my stomach to deny myself of the orgasm. Vessel gently set my feet back on the ground. He guided me by the hips towards a counter. Easily, he picked me up and set me on it. It was freezing cold against my bare skin, but his warm hands, tongue, were on me soon enough. I took the opportunity to unlatch his belt, fingers moving hurriedly. Vessel moved to help me, tugging the pants down his thighs.
Vessel then pushed me back from him, taking control again. He pushed my legs open further with his bare knee. Then, he grabbed me by the hips and tugged me down till my back was flat against the counter. His hand splayed across my thigh as he pushed himself inside of me.
He was sloppy, quick in desperation as he fucked me. But, every thrust he pushed into me was strong, deep. Vessel wrapped my legs around his waist, securing me by the hip. His other hand drug itself up my chest until his fingers were wrapped around my throat. Black paint smeared most of my skin. There was even a ring around his mouth where the paint had transferred from his skin to my own. I don’t know how we would manage to keep this rendezvous a secret from everyone else with the state we were both in. But, right now, I couldn’t care.
Vessel leaned himself overtop of me, his forehead against my chest. Though, he was dominating me, he was so caught up in the pleasure that he was starting to quickly come undone. I touched his back, nails digging into his skin. He tossed his head back at the sensation, neck exposed to me. I eyed the veins protruding from his skin.
He smirked at me when he noticed I was staring at his neck. He growled, “Take a bite.”
I held one hand, tightly, to his shoulder, keeping him steady as he fucked me. But, I gripped the back of his head with the other. I was slow at first, nipping at his neck gently. Vessel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy with each bite I took. I was close, too. So, I opened my jaw further, taking a pinch of his skin between my upper and lower canines. I bit down, hard.
“Fuck!”
He quickly pulled out and came on my stomach. As he did, I felt myself come undone. Vessel pressed his forehead against mine as we rode out our high. We came down from the top and he gave me a sloppy kiss.
There was a bitter cold left on my skin as he stepped back. I hugged myself, finally taking in the black paint covering my skin. “Oh, god,” I laughed.
Vessel pulled his pants up. He looked at my body, grinning, “Fuck. That’s so hot. Darling, if we had more time…”
“I know,” I smiled up at him.
“Here, there’s a bathroom over here,” Vessel spoke as he finished buckling his belt. He offered me his hand.
I followed him into the side room. He found a washcloth on the side of the sink, clean and unused, and wet it with warm water. Vessel gently pried my hands from covering my body and busied himself with wiping down my skin. He focused on what would be visible: My arms, neck, hands, face. I watched him while he worked. It was fucking hot when he was dominating, disgustingly dirty. But, this, this caring demeanor? I’d fuck him again in a heartbeat.
When he was finished, he rounded up my dress, shoes, and underwear. He turned away, without a question, while I dressed. I was no longer nervous, so I wouldn’t have minded if he watched. But, he was respectful.
“Okay,” I breathed out, pulling my final dress strap back up and over my shoulder.
Vessel faced me. I was finally able to take in his face and had to cover my mouth to stifle my laughter. He frowned, slightly, confused by my laughter. “What? What is it?”
I touched his shoulders, forcing him to face the mirror. His head pulled back in shock at his appearance.
I kept laughing and Vessel peered down at me with a tilted head. “Keep laughing, darling.”
“I’m sorry,” I shrugged, “it’s fo fucking funny.”
“What’s funny?”
I yelped, trying to duck out of the way as he jolted towards me. He caught me by the waist, rattling me around in his hold. I giggled, loudly against his chest, trying to twist out of his hold. His mouth was near my ear as he teased me, “Not so funny now, huh?”
I rested my forehead to his shoulder in my fit of laughter. Vessel calmed his movements, just holding me against him now. “It just goes to show the mess you make out of me,” he murmured against my ear, lips pressed to the shell.
I looked up at him and pointed a warning finger, “Don’t do that.”
“I know,” he huffed as he tossed his head back in frustration. “We should be getting back.”
“Sadly,” I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He admired my face for a few moments, silent, until he smiled softly, “Can I get your number?”
“Maybe,” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know, I kind of like to just fuck and dump, ya know?”
“I won’t let you do that, darling,” his voice dropped low again.
“Okay, you’ve gotta stop doing that or I’m never going home.”
Vessel cupped my cheek in his hand, nearly void of paint, “I’d be okay with that.”
“I’m gonna walk away now.”
Vessel didn’t let go, however, as I made a move to step towards the bathroom door. In fact, he held me tighter. He pressed another kiss to my lips. “Can’t go anywhere looking that, darling,” he twisted me around to face the mirror, long arms cradling my waist.
I reached for the washcloth and wiped off my face. I faced him again and cleaned up his mouth, just enough so that it wasn’t completely obvious he’d eaten me out. We spent another moment teasing each other, eliciting more giggles from my throat. But, we figured we should get back.
So, he took my hand again and led us back down the hallway. I flushed red as soon as the door was pulled open, considering the entire band and Brittany snapped their heads towards us.
“Way to leave your sister!” Brittany exclaimed, holding up a cup of what could only be whiskey. “Dude, you’re missing out on some insane stories right now. Come, sit.” She patted the couch next to her.
I glanced up at Vessel as I took my hand from his. II, IV, and III greeted me with kind eyes and small greetings. “Hey, sorry,” I said as I plopped onto the couch. “He was just showing me the, uh…”
We hadn’t come up with an excuse. So, my words fell off my tongue with no resolution. Vessel shoved his hands in his pockets, quickly stuttering out, “Backstage. Just the backstage area. She wanted to see how everything works.”
Brittany nodded, oblivious to the elephant in the room. “Dope. You’ll have to show me next.”
“We can do a group tour,” IV offered.
Everyone agreed, enthusiastically, and we all stood to pile out the door. III and I were the last ones seated. I met his dark eyes, smiling kindly at him. His gaze dropped to my thighs, brows raising beneath his mask suggestively.
I followed his eyes down. Where my dress had ridden up my thighs was a long line of smeared paint, not to mention reddened hickies that were starting to sprout up. I pressed my lips together and quickly tugged the material down over my legs.
III patted my knee as he stood, “You were the one going crazy during The Offering, love.”
I gaped after him as his words lingered in the air before me. Vessel stood just beside the door, awaiting my presence. As III passed by him, he took Vessel by the chin and tilted his head.
He tsked at the bruising bite mark on Vessel’s neck. I shoved my face into my hands, face beyond burned.
III whispered, “Take a bite.”
It wasn’t until a few days later, when Brittany and I were hanging out, looking through concert videos with nostalgia, that she found out. I was nervous to tell her. Besides, Vessel and I were starting to see each other, so I didn’t want to expose his private life too much. I trusted her, but I just overthought it all. Apparently, though, I hadn’t enough overthinking.
I had just made a post on Instagram, making the photo we took with the band the cover photo for a dump. It blew up immediately. Brittany and I were reading comments as they came in, dying of laughter at some of the shit people were saying.
“No, hand placement is so real!” Brittany exclaimed. She shoved her phone in my face, showing me the zoom-in of Vessel’s hand on my hip. I blushed and shoved it away. She kept scrolling.
“Wait,” her voice trailed off.
I glanced at her and watched as her brows furrowed. She tapped around, zoomed in a bunch, scrolled through comments. I looked back to my phone just as a new comment began blowing up with responses and likes.
User- so is no one gonna talk about vessel’s paint on y/n’s thigh and her very obvious sex hair?
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”
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something about masked men…like damn
I would let them run me over for fun
Still learning about these so
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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part V
Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading for me, you're the best bb!! ❤️❤️
Hello everyone!! This chapter is going to be a little more plot/lore heavy. But, we still get some sweet and flirty boys. IV brings Reader dinner and II is becoming more comfortable in his flirting. Thank you so much for reading, if you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!
WARNINGS: None
Part IV - Part VI
My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!
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Today was one of those times where your store was absolutely slammed. "I'll be right with you Jay, just give me one second." You clap the older man on the shoulder as you round the counter.
"No worries darlin', I got all day." He smiles cheerfully at you." You hurriedly set a fresh batch of coffee to brew, quickly cleaning up the station.
"Next batch will be done in about ten minutes guys." You smile as you pass by a tow of your usuals, a group of old timers that would set up shop at the shelf along one of the windows and spend their day drinking cups of coffee and playing scratch tickets.
"Now Miss (Y/N), don't you go running off, I got a vibe to pick with you young lady." You skidded to a halt, turning in your heels to face the myriad of curious stares.
"You better make this quick Randy, I got a line out the door." You huff with a sarcastic smile.
"I just want to know what you're doing hanging around with those cultists." Your eye involuntarily twitched as he spit out the word. "I'd just hate to see you get mixed up in that crowd."
"They're nice boys Randy." You hurry up to the counter as you continue to call over your shoulder. "It might do you some good to actually get to know them before you try to crucify them over nothing.
"Why don't you try inviting them to the Fall Festival?" Jay asks gently.
"Unfortunately I don't think they'd go. I know it's hard to believe but they're just as nervous about you as you are about them." You explain with a huff.
"I think it's worth a shot at least." He leans in a bit to whisper to you. "Now I can't speak for everyone obviously, but I think if the townsfolk actually got to meet them and see that they're not some big ol' scary monster in the woods… well, they might just come around." He offers his advice with a patient smile. "If you're saying they're a good group of guys I trust your judgment. Your word means a lot more to me than some blood thirsty reporter after a story."
"Thanks Jay, I'll ask them. Who knows, maybe they'll show up." He bids you farewell before leaving you to tend to the rest of your sea of customers. After what felt like an eternity your store was finally empty. You groaned, slumping over the counter. The cool linoleum felt nice against your sticky skin. You jolted up at the sound of the bell ringing above the door, eyes flashing over to reveal II and IV looking at you curiously. "Hey guys." You give them a tired smile.
"Everything alright, love? You look exhausted." II approaches the counter, his eyes full of concern.
"Yeah, just a long day." You explain. You sit down in your chair, resting your elbows on the counter. II copies your motions, his eyes searching yours, his nose just barely out of reach from bumping into you.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You shake your head in response.
"You boys are already too good to me as it is." You giggle as II playfully rolls his eyes. "I'll be alright, just gotta do some quick cleaning before I go upstairs. Then it's a cup of ramen cause I'm too lazy to cook and shitty movie re-runs until I pass out on my couch."
"A cup of ramen isn't a meal, doll." He tuts.
"I know that, doctor." He chuckles at your sarcastic tone. "I'll be alright, one night without a proper dinner isn't going to kill me."
"I wish we could come help more around here, I hate seeing you so tired." IV chimes in, dropping an armful of snacks on the counter.
"I appreciate all your help, but I promise you, I'll be just fine." You respond with a reassuring smile. Neither of them seemed satisfied with your answer but they could tell you weren't in the mood to argue.
II sighs, "just promise me after you finish up here you'll go get some rest."
"You have my word." You chuckle. The two of them finish their shopping, idly chatting with you as you do some cleaning up. "Goodnight guys, get home safely." You wave as they head out.
"I better not come back here and see you exhausted tomorrow." II warns playfully.
"I'll try my best." He winks at you before pushing out the door. IV wishes you goodnight before joining his companion.
You collapsed on your couch with a groan once you finally made it upstairs. Despite how much you were trying to convince yourself you weren't hungry your growling stomach said otherwise. You lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly the familiar rumble of a pick up truck pulls into the lot. You stood, walking over to the window and pushing the curtain aside. You saw IV fumbling with something in his passenger seat before kicking the door open. You met him at the back door, he froze when he saw you standing at the top of the landing with a smirk spread across your features. "I, uh, I brought some food." He offers bashfully.
"Come on up IV." You chuckle before heading back inside. IV steps into your apartment, eyeing you curiously.
"I'm sorry I showed up without an invitation." He apologizes. You smile, taking a couple steps closer to him.
"You're welcome here anytime." He breathes out a laugh as his eyes dart to the floor. You offer to take the food for him, setting up a spot for the both of you on your couch. "I am curious, how did you manage to get fast food without raising any suspicion?" You ask as you pop a fry in your mouth. IV chuckles in response, adjusting to sit more comfortably.
"It's a funny story actually, I pulled up at the drive through and the kid working there told me he liked my costume." You laugh.
"Really?" He nods. The thought of the Fall Festival popped into your mind; how you would love to bring the four of them because you know they would have a great time, how it would give them a chance to see the town for what it really was, and of course your little crush on the charming masked men didn't help either. "IV, do you think Vessel plans on ever going into town? You know, aside from you guys making supply runs under the cover of darkness." You joke.
"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know." He pulls his mask away from his face to take a sip of his drink. "I'm the newest of our little group so I can't give you the whole story, but from what I understand up until we reached here things weren't too great. There's a lot of people out there who want to get rid of us before they even have a chance to get to know us. We've been run out of town after town, sometimes through more… humane means… other times not so much. But, we have something good here, with the camp in the woods, with you." He pauses for a moment to smile at you. "That's something I want to try and hold onto for as long as I can."
You study him for a moment, "what if I tried to help?" You offer. "I could be the middleman for you. People in town know me, I grew up here, that has to mean something. I just… I don't want you to have to constantly be worried about someone being out to get you. I know that if they met you, if they got to know the people I know you are, they wouldn't be afraid anymore."
"I'm sure Vessel would be interested in hearing you out. Who knows, maybe you'll actually convince him." He chuckles. "Between you and me, if you bat those pretty little eyes at him, I'm sure you could convince him to do just about anything." He jokes as he shoots you a wink.
"I bet that line works on all the girls, huh?" You giggle, trying to shake off the heat that had settled in your cheeks.
"As long as it works on you I'm set." You playfully smack his arm. He nestles back into the couch cushions, letting out a soft groan as he stretches an arm over the back, the back of your neck buzzing as you feel his warmth seep into your skin.
"You're all a bunch of flirts." You smile at him.
"A bunch of flirts?" You roll your eyes at his mock annoyance. "It's not my fault that you're so captivatingly beautiful." You noticed that growing familiarity in your chest. The steady thrum of your heartbeat as you tried to hide your flustered state. IV leans in closer to you, his side pressed flush against your body. "Once I met you I understood what they were all fussing over." He chuckles before muttering, "the perfect being brought to us by Sleep." You turn to look at him, his hazy blue eyes coaxing you in deeper with every passing second.
"Who's… who's Sleep?" You whisper. IV tilts his head, a curious expression matching yours. The pieces must have clicked together because he returned to his usual smiling self a moment later.
"You'll find out soon, Vessel's probably waiting for the right time to explain." You accepted his explanation without a fuss. You trusted that if it was something you needed to know they would tell you. He glanced up at the clock, "I'm sorry to cut things short, love, but I should head back." You nod, standing and walking him over to the door.
"Thank you for bringing some food." You smile.
"Anytime." He responds with a wink. "Get some rest, alright? II will throw a fit." You both shared a laugh before IV reached out and pulled you into his arms. You froze at first, not fully comprehending that he had wrapped you in a hug. But, the moment realization set in your arms slipped around his torso. Neither of you were in a rush to let go, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence as IV held you close, gently swaying you from side to side.
"Goodnight, doll." His hand lingers in your hip, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.
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can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺
❝sweet little bunny❞
➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎
pairing: vessel x gn!reader
theme: smut ❣︎
a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!
cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.
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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??
this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets
whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet
short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing
goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good
vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you
always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it
he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars
and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience
“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”
you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.
“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.
your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”
“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.
his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.
that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.
vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.
this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.
he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.
your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.
and he was going to show that to you no matter what.
“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”
his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.
“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”
“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”
looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.
“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.
vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.
he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”
and he moved even faster.
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nothing will ever change my mind on how vessel most definitely gets off watching the others fuck you
II sometimes goes too hard and vess reminds him to take it easy
III fucks you like a lil bunny in heat and vessel degrades the both of you
IV insists on vessel joining the two of you so you have both their dicks in you..
#ok i need to stop#holy fuck#i wanna write something about reader n III both in subspace fucking#im gone#sleep token smut#sleep token#sleep token imagines#sleep token fanfiction#vessel x reader#sleep token x reader
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*slides underneath your door discreetly*
request for sleep token with a uh..*checks notes* another female (reader) in the band? like one who plays an instrument and sometimes does backing vocals? don't feel obligated to do it, luv u dear ♡♡
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MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS. YES.
Sleep Token x Fem!Band member
ReaderRelationship: Rom [Fem nicknames used!]
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Vessel:
He’s content with having both a back up vocalist and guitarist. Now he has two which comes in handy!
Likes to put you in parts where both of your voices mix together. Soft songs or songs that leave more into the metal side its a good mix between the both of you.
Gets a little touchy when singing next to you (If you do get to roam with the microphone like he does)
Loves your voice in general, has a smile on his face when you start singing with him.
Back to the thigh thing. I’m betting money he still grabs your thighs. Sexual or not it’s a satisfying thing to him when he’s singing and you’re strumming the guitar.
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IV:
Gentle kissing randomly. Motions with his hands for you to come over and starts kissing down until you smack him to stop.
‘helps’ fix ur instrument. But instead he’s just adding a reason to come over to you.
He can fix your guitar.. But most of the time he has a tendency to hold it above your head for a while to see how high you can jump.
Stands next to you while you do your vocal parts, definitely would tease you but doesn’t want you to get distracted. (He already distracted.)
Stole your microphone once. Vessel was pissed since you had to follow late behind him.
Calls you “Pretty girl.” I don’t make rules, it’s just written for me. He finds your voice absolutely gorgeous.
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III:
We’ve seen him with IV. Now with you? No gentle kissing, you’re getting aggressive ones. (Who doesn’t tho.)
Goes over your lyrics / parts in rehearsals together or in private to spend time with you.
Stomping sessions feel necessary. He’ll stomp over to you with his guitar and look dumbfounded if you don’t stomp back to him.
Beckons for you to come over so he can kiss you. (This band kisses like every thirty minutes.)
SINGING? Weak in his knees. Bopping his head or singing under his breath with you. “Your voice is really… pretty.” He continues on with many words to describe your voice.
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II:
Can’t really go anywhere but his fingers can surely make motions!
Compliments your singing after the show or when you come up to his little area.
Watches you play your instrument or stomp around with IV and III when you play guitar
Waits for you to come over to him but will wave his hands in the air if it takes you a little while. Give him a lil kiss.
EYE CONTACT. He is keeping eye-contact while you play/sing. He has full eyes on you, especially if you have a solo.
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Felt to horny in the first version so I tried to clean it up :)
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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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🪐 comfort.
something else little !!
WARNINGS: none, js fluff
sometimes he feels like you are his very own, personal sun.
his entire world- his universe revolves around you and only you. when he wakes up beside you and sees the way the sun shines on your skin, kissing each and every freckle and scar that adorns your beautiful skin.
each sunrise and sunset is filled with you and only you.
your eyes are the only thing he could ever need. the feeling of your skin against his drives him crazy. and what makes it all so much better is the fact that you're all his.
no one can touch you but him.
the fact that his heart beats every day only for you is what drives him to do what he does everyday. the way you trace his scars and kiss his face like you'll die if you don't. the way you sob into him when night rolls around and your life is just too taxing...
he loves you. is that so hard to imagine?
he adores you.
his entire being is dedicated to you.
you own the breath in his lungs, the blood in his veins and the skin on his bones just the same he owns each and every inch of you. you are the only sound he hears. the way your voice calls his name when you can't open the goddamn jar of peanut butter just does something to him.
every time he thinks of you he wants to cry.
how did he deserve you? a monster such as himself paired with the being he sees as earth's very own goddess plucked straight from the paintings of old.
the way your body feels against his in the middle of the night... the way his hands cradle your body as sobs tear from your throat and out into the quiet night..
you are the only thing he sees. his eyes only land on you. when he thinks of perfection you are what comes to mind.
when you come home and lay in bed, watching the fan spin beside him as you babble on and on about your day. if it were anyone else he wouldn't give a single fuck.
but it's you.
you are the one he wants to spend the rest of eternity with. you could very well have cut his heart out and spit on it and he'd have thanked you.
you are his sun, his moon, his stars, his entire life and body and universe.
when he blinks he sees you.
you are the only feeling under his fingertips he would kill to have. his hands running over each curve and dip and imperfection you have to offer is his entire life. the way you look up at him and just smile would make any man crumble- and that's exactly what he wanted to do.
crumble into you and stay there for all of the rest of mother earth's life.
check the tags for who this would go with !!
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How about a comfort fic with Vessel/reader? Your choice on if Vessel comforts the reader or the reader comforts Vessel!
Just Like Rain
(Vessel x Gender Neutral Reader)
Synopsis: Your anxieties overtake you, and Vessel is there to guide you through them.
Warnings: Self-deprecation, thoughts of unworthiness and self-hatred, language, unintentionally cathartic for me
Word Count: 1557
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I'm so excited for you to read my first Vessel fic!
A little housekeeping for those who have read through my Request Guidelines, and may be confused about me writing for a real person when it says I don't. That is still the case, but Vessel is a character when it comes down to it. So, I feel comfortable writing for him, especially in the way I've written him here.
Also—and I hope this goes without saying—I will not entertain theories and rumors about any of Sleep Token's identities.
Enjoy the music for what it is, as the band intended. And I truly hope you enjoy my interpretation of Vessel.
The burn felt good. The steam made you breathe heavier, but you didn’t want this to be easy. You wanted to feel every inhale—stand under the water until you were seared from within; until it felt like you were in your body and not a whisper away from being dragged into oblivion.
You choked back a sob; still so fearful someone would hear you when you were the only one home.
There was no reason for you to cry.
So many people had it so much worse.
But here you were, on the verge of panic because you didn’t feel like yourself. You didn’t even feel human.
You wished you could put a name to it, but you couldn’t.
What was wrong with you?
Why did you have to feel like this? It came out of nowhere. Like you were struck by a fucking semi.
You just wanted it to stop. You wanted to feel normal, to not have these sudden bouts of...of what? Melancholia? Sadness? Anger? No word seemed strong enough for it.
All you wanted was to rip it out.
Your tears fell harder.
The water cooled. You turned the knob further.
And then there were arms around you.
You tensed, choking back your sobs and covering your mouth as if you could hide what he had already seen.
Slowly, carefully, as if you would break, Vessel turned you to face him.
Without a word, he cupped the back of your head and brought it into the crook of his neck.
You refused to remove your hand.
All it did was make your shoulders tremble.
His fingers traced up and down your arm, more of a breeze than a touch. His other hand slid down to the back of your neck. The pressure of it spread through your body.
Your hand dropped from your mouth and tentatively found its way to his chest. And as he inhaled, you let your hands travel to his back as you stepped closer.
He held you there, head resting atop yours.
It was only when you shivered that you realized he had turned you, blocking you from the piping hot spray.
You sniffled, finally looking at him.
He cupped your cheeks, brushing away the tear tracks, then pressed his forehead to yours.
Let us go to our room, my love.
His words passed into your mind. You nodded.
He stopped the water, helped you out of the shower, and dried you both.
He guided your limbs into your sleepwear and covered himself with loose black pants. He looked almost...human...like this.
You couldn’t help thinking that he was more human than most everyone out there.
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Your day started out fine.
You woke from a wonderful dream—one Vessel had created. A peaceful afternoon beneath a willow tree, snuggled into his side, his fingers trailing along your forearm, down to your fingertips.
He had tilted your face toward his, kissing your forehead. You had closed your eyes, and when you opened them, you were in bed, his lips still pressed to your skin.
You got ready for work, Vessel watching as you moved through your room to the bathroom and back. He enjoyed observing you. The personal rituals you did for different occasions, different times of day. Perhaps the one he enjoyed the most was when you asked for his opinion when your ensemble was complete.
He’d stand from his perch on the foot of your bed and step toward you as if in a trance.
“You are breathtaking, my love.” He always spoke it. He wanted you to hear the power in the words—the power you held over him.
You left, and Vessel would gather with the others. You’d ask him about his day, but admittedly, you were still confused about everything they could do—everything they were charged with doing.
Maybe that was where is started.
You didn't understand. Could never understand.
And a chasm opened.
You were so fucking stupid.
You deserved to feel like this.
Insignificant.
Unneeded.
Unwanted.
Everyone was better off without you.
He’d be happier without you.
All these fucking noises.
Why was everything so goddamn loud.
Dogs barking. Cars honking. That fucking clock that wouldn’t shut the fuck up!
It all made you so angry. Why were you so angry?
You had to make it stop.
That’s how you ended up in the shower. At least there you could control the noise. You could feel it mark you. Let the heat punish you.
A hand on your back pulled you back to reality.
Let me see you, darling.
You didn’t move, wished you didn’t need to breathe.
He didn’t deserve this. He needed someone as extraordinary as him, someone who could understand. You could barely wrap your mind around how vast he was; he was everything, and you were—
“You are my heart.”
A sob escaped. You had forgotten. Too consumed in your own thoughts that you forgot to keep them from him, to stop projecting them.
He whispered your name, and all you heard was his heartbreak.
You refused to look at him, covering your mouth to keep your cries back.
“Please,” he urged. “Please believe me. You are the most precious to me. Do not think of yourself with such loathing.”
His hand rested on your side, a silent plea to face him. When you didn’t, he forced you to. He never did that—used his strength against you—but this was an exception.
“I am the one who does not deserve you. My existence is burdensome to you...but I am too selfish. I cannot lose you. I will not leave you willingly. I...I will stay by your side...until you demand otherwise.”
It pained him to imagine it. He was so bad at hiding his emotions. And yet, it was what you needed. That break in his voice parted your darkness. The thought of him ever not being here scared you.
“I don’t—” You hiccupped. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“Darling,” he breathed, sympathy and relief in that one word. “Come here.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist while his settled over your shoulders.
“My place is by your side,” he said. “Thank you for allowing me here.”
Squeezing, you nuzzled your face into his neck. The edges of his mask-like features settled you into reality. He was here and so were you, and you were together.
You sniffled; throat too thick to speak.
I love you.
His mouth pressed into your crown.
You are the one I cherish most.
At the end of your exhale, relaxation enveloped you—a heaviness only he could instill.
You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t need to. You just needed this day to be over.
Sleep, my beloved. And awake anew.
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You didn’t dream that night, and you were grateful. It was the kind of emptiness you needed.
When you opened your eyes, you were facing Vessel. Your fingers were touching, bodies apart but connected, always.
Sometimes it was difficult to tell if he was awake. Even facing one another, the spaces where his eyes should be neither opened nor closed. His breathing was what gave him away. But not this morning. Today, it was the way his pinky finger wrapped around yours.
Dearest one.
It moved through your mind like a gentle breeze, and it sounded like “good morning.”
He seemed to move before you did, anticipating you shifting closer, so his arm wrapped around you and his hand caressed the back of your head.
You are rested?
You hummed. He always asked when you both knew he didn’t need to. His insecurities needed the reassurance that he had helped you.
Yes. Thank you.
You punctuated it by gliding your lips along his throat and placing a kiss above his Adam’s apple.
The purr that erupted pulled the corner of your mouth up. He was always responsive in the mornings, less guarded before the walls of your bubble faded.
What are you feeling?
Not “how,” but “what.”
Inhaling, you took stock of yourself. You recalled your pain from yesterday, but that already felt so long ago. Like your mind was trying to protect itself after what it put you through.
All you really felt was him.
Safe.
His head tilted downward so your foreheads touched.
That pleases me.
You rubbed your nose with his. Content to simply feel him.
The others and I have decided I shall remain with you today.
It had taken you a while to get used to the connection him and the rest shared. Honestly, you were a bit jealous. After all, how convenient it was to cancel plans just by thinking about it. He probably did it in the seconds before you woke up.
So, what should we do?
Anything that will make you happy.
That sincerity always made you pause and scrutinize him. How could anyone truly mean that?
Yet somehow, he did. Every time.
And if I said this?
You traced curves and swirls onto his back, reveling in the strength you felt within. Sometimes you swore his power was tangible.
“Then I shall continue to warm your bed.”
Your flush was instantaneous, and you knew he could feel it against his neck. But before you could stutter a reply, your stomach growled.
“Perhaps breakfast first?” he asked.
You nodded. “Definitely.”
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Vessel x GN reader
Vessel loves you, but he refuses to tell you. So instead, he writes songs about you... you'd never figure out who the songs are really about right? ...Right?
(A fully fleshed out fic of this.)
It's an odd little arrangement the four of you have made. You met the boys after you were hired to help keep things in check for them during tours, kind of like an assistant. The four of them living together on the same bus for weeks? Yeah, they learned pretty quickly things were going to fall apart if they didn't get some extra help real quick. From then you formed a friendship, which has grown into a connection the four of you share that you seriously couldn't picture yourself living without. To say that the four of you are close is a major understatement.
Vessel though… Vessel found himself thinking about you more than what he felt a normal friend should be thinking about another friend. He found himself smiling for ages after every time you two conversed. He found himself trying to quell his trembling hands every time you stood or sat real close to him. He found his heart racing every time you entered the room he was in, and don't even get him started on how long and… weird… his days felt when he knew he wasn't going to see you. He knew damn well what it meant. Of course he knew. So he swore to himself never to tell you. He had well and truly fallen for you, but Vessel knows he is a hard lover. The horrid little voice of anxiety in his head convinced him that it would scare you off. That he would be too much and you wouldn't be able to handle it… that you'd leave. You'd leave him, you'd leave all of them and he would be entirely to blame for it. So he decided he would keep it to himself… as best as he could anyways.
II, III and IV watch the two of you. They sit back and watch him long for you. Long to touch you and hold you and to just whisk you away to love you and keep you all to himself. And they watch as you continue on without a clue in the world. You don't ever catch on to it. Too busy working and keeping the four of them in check, which to be fair… they are beyond grateful for… but they are astonished at how obvious Vessel is being and you just… don't notice.
It gets to a point where Vessel needs an outlet. Something to get the things he is dying to say to you… to do with you… to do to you… out of his head. He fears if he doesn't then he'll break. He will snap and it will all come flying out of his mouth and into the air before he can stop himself. The fear that fills him at the thought of that reality is unreal. So he starts writing it all down.
Once he started he could not stop. Writing songs about you he knew the world would never see. How could he ever let them? How could he ever let the world see you the way he sees you? It's selfish, he knows. But he's almost possessive over these lyrics. They are you. They are you when you're glowing. They are you when you're half asleep on an early morning. They are you when you're absolutely exhausted after a long day. They are you when you're just not doing too well. And Vessel just can't share that with anyone. He can't do it. He wants you to himself bad enough as it is, so the only way he can have that is through the words he writes. Why would he give that away too?
His mind works against him though, trying to see how far he can push this. He doesn't know why he did it… but he'd written something a little less obvious, a verse he’d come up with, something about your voice. How it makes him feel, how he'd never get bored of it. Really, the piece was well written, he knew enough about writing music to know what worked and what didn't, and again, Vessel really doesn't know why he did it… but he found himself standing in front of you with the damned piece of paper in his stretched out hand. Willing you to read it. He watches you take the sheet, eyes flicking over the few lines once, twice… three, four, five times. Taking them in, letting the words process. The way your eyes lit up, and the smile that he watched grow on your lips was all the feedback he needed. Your reaction was so pure, praising him for his talent and gushing about how beautiful the lyrics were. His heart raced as he walked away with an even bigger smile on his face. He can't help but think about how right you are… the words were beautiful because they were you. Vessel stayed awake that whole night. His mind overflowing with thoughts of you, he swears his hand could not keep up with the words he needed to say. His pen scribbling so fast over the papers he had spread around him, he almost tore a hole in them.
This became a dangerous little game he played with himself. The lesser obvious of the lyrics he'd write about you would end up in your hand at some point or another. And he would eagerly stand back and watch you soak the words in, watch as you admire them and in return, admire him. The praise you would reward him with would play over and over and over again in his head. You honestly turned into a drug for him, he had become addicted to how much you loved reading the small things he'd written, yet being so unaware of what the lyrics meant or where they came from. He just wanted you. So bad. So he pushed it a little further…
You're standing at the small kitchenette inside the tour bus the boys share, making yourself a coffee. Vessel's form fills the hallway as he glides through it, his eyes locked on you and a piece of paper clutched in his hand. A smile grows on your face the moment you see him, and then it grows again when your eyes fall to the paper. Your hand reaching out for it before he's even made it to you.
Now, Vessel really should have thought this through… or at the very least taken a few more minutes to triple check the lyrics he'd written about you this time. Because he watches your face fall as you stare at the words. He watches your eyes flick over them two, three, four times before you look up at him in confusion. Vessel hasn't felt fear like this in ages. His heart is hammering in his chest and he feels like he can't breathe, you don't like it. It's the only thing he can think of… you don't like this one and he's gone too far and now you're put off by it and you'll never want to read them again…
His thoughts get cut short at the sound of you speaking…
“Vessel… where did… where did these lyrics come from…?”
It's a simple enough question. He knows that. But it's one he can't answer. And it's that very moment he realises why you are confused… you've figured it out.
His throat closes and any plans he had of trying to explain his way out of this one fly out the window. He stares at you, completely speechless. He doesn't know what to do, he's frozen in place and he can't breathe and he can't think and he's regretting everything he has ever done that has led him up to this point. He feels ridiculous… the only thing he can will his brain to force out of his mouth is an..
“Uhh”
He snatches the paper from your hands, crumpling it and tearing it to shreds with furiously trembling hands. His face is a dark red. He can feel it. His whole body is overheated with shame and embarrassment, he finally forces his feet to move, turn away from you and back down the hall of the bus. He doesn't know why he went this way, he could have left the bus, but it seems he is making really silly decisions today. He listens to your feet hit the floor as you run up behind him following him through the bus.
‘Wait… wait… Vessel just wait I wanna know…I wanna know who the lyrics are about…”
Tears well in his eyes as he continues to walk away from you, beelining to the small room in the back of the bus. Where he knows he can hide there. He can lock the door and stay there wallowing in his shame. He knows you're going to leave now. He knows you know damn well who the lyrics are about… you now know who all the things he's written recently have been about. Why must you make him admit it? Why must you make him watch the disgust on your face as he does so. Why must you make him watch as he loses you forever. How is he going to tell the band? How on earth is he supposed to tell them what happened and why they've all lost you too? The tears fall. They barrel down his heated cheeks as the reality of what he's done sets in. He can't believe he let this happen… It's entirely his fault.
He does indeed make it to the room in time… what he doesn't succeed in is locking you out of it. You weasel your way into the room and force him to look at you.
“Vessel… tell me…”
He can't say it at first. He just spends a few moments taking you in for the last time, admiring everything about you. He's sad he never got to love you properly, but he's grateful he got to experience you at all in the first place.
“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…. I wasn't going to do anything with them I swear, i am so sorry”
He starts rambling through his tears, the torn up mess of paper twists in his hands. More tears fall and he just can't stop telling you how sorry he is. He needs you to know he is sorry. He is so sorry. He can't even see you anymore. His eyes are so full of tears that everything has turned into a blur. He turns his face away from you in an attempt to hide them, he doesn't want you to see him cry. He doesn't want you to see him at all right now but he knows you're persistent. Should he walk away, you will follow. You put yourself in his line of sight again, and he watches you reach for him, for his hands… with the paper still grasped tightly in them.
He moves his hands away.
“Please don't…”
He's embarrassed by the sound of his own voice, broken and scared. You look up at him, a look he can't read written on your face. His stomach hurts, his chest hurts, his head hurts. Vessel swears he would do anything just to go back to 5 minutes ago, 5 minutes ago when you hadn’t read these lyrics. These damned lyrics. Maybe then you never would have figured it out, and maybe then he would still be able to keep you… even if it meant he stayed longing for you for the rest of his life he doesn't care. So long as you were still there for him to long for.
You realise he's not giving up the destroyed sheet of paper he's holding. So you reach for his arm instead. Gently, you wrap your fingers around his forearm. You don't quite know the words to say to him just yet, because honestly… you can read him well enough to know he is embarrassed… but the reason behind his tears is still unknown to you. You want to reassure him, you're dying to settle him down and tell him what he needs to hear… but you just don't know what it is he needs right now. With his arm in your hands, you lead him over to the small couch pushed into the far corner of the room. He lets you lead him, which is relieving. A big part of you expected him to refuse you all together.
The tension is high, you sit next to him and before you can even stop yourself the question flies out of your mouth.
“Were they about me?”
You mentally kick yourself. You could have waited one more damn minute to let him breathe before asking. And the guilt slams into you as you watch another few tears fall down his cheeks.
“How’d you… how’d you figure it out…?”
He isn't sure if he even wants to know… but he knows that if he doesn't ask, the ‘what-ifs’ will eat him alive. His heart is racing in his chest and he swears he is on the cusp of throwing up. He feels awful. Vessel hasn't felt this horrid in a long time… you being the sole reason for his bright moods.
“Well… you mentioned a setting sun in Hamburg… and uh… well you and I watched the sun set in Hamburg Ves… after the show there? It's one of my favourite memories… so I just, I mean well… I just assumed. I don't know…”
The memory of that night with you floods Vessel's mind. Well after he’d realised he had feelings for you, he couldn't believe he'd been gifted that time alone with you. He spent hours and hours thanking Sleep for it. A memory he will never forget, and like you… it's one of his favourites too. So much so he couldn't not write about it… well, look where that's got him.
“Please believe me when I say I am sorry. I should have asked you… I- I should have asked you if it was okay to write about you like that I am so sorry… I won't blame you at all for leaving I really wont. I just need you to know I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry I…”
He is rambling now. The truth is out and the only thing that matters to him now is you know he didn't mean anything bad by doing this. And although you understand he is sorry… which you don't even know why because this hasn't upset you at all… the only thing that registered was the fact he thinks you're leaving.
“Wait. Wait what? Leaving? Why am I leaving…?”
His eyes finally meet yours. For the first time since he ripped the paper from your hands… and they're so full of emotion it breaks your heart just looking at them.
“Because you're uncomfortable around me now. It's obvious isn't it… I'm in love with you and you don't feel the same and now you can't be around me and now you can't work with me around all the time so you're leaving. You're leaving us… you're leaving me and how could I ever hold that against you? How could I ever force you to stay somewhere you can't bear to be anymore? I don't want you to hate me too…”
He loves you.
He is in love with you.
You.
You.
You.
For a moment you think you go blind. You can't see him. You can't see anything. You can't hear anything. Those five words slam into you harder than anything you've ever felt in your life. You don't even register the rest of his rambling because he loves you. Vessel loves you back.
“Please say something…”
His broken plea snaps you out of it. You didn't even realise he'd stopped rambling. His terrified eyes watch you so intently. They're so guarded. He's prepared himself for your rejection. Your heart is shattering just looking at him in this state.
“I love you.”
The world honestly stops around you. Vessel stops breathing. He is frozen in place. A valid reaction in all honesty. You let him process for a minute, you have a lot you need to say to him. You have a lot you want to explain. Fuck… you just wanna keep saying it. You love him. You love him and he loves you. You love each other. And you know you'll get there. Give him a few and you'll be able to say it all. But the poor guy was a sobbing mess just a minute ago and now he's looking at you like you've grown a second head.
It hits you finally… the reason behind his tears, you couldn't figure it out before but now you piece it together and your own throat constricts. He thought you were leaving. He loves you and he was willing to watch you leave him. He loves you and he was going to let you go because he thought that's what you wanted. He fucking loves you and he thought he'd ruined everything.
“Vessel…?”
“Say it again.”
He utters it out with what sounds like his last breath. And you know just by the sound of his voice it's taking everything in him not to lose his mind. You still don't know if he's even taken one breath since you said it the first time.
“I love you too Vessel.”
Sometimes you think Vessel forgets just how tall he is. There's been a few times when you've witnessed his affections towards II or IV and he literally knocks them off their feet. They love it, of course, and there was always a small part of you that longed to be on the receiving end of Vessel's affectionate moods… yet now… with you both on the couch, you don't quite have enough time to process how you ended up on your back with a fully grown Vessel throwing himself on top of you. He knocks the breath out of your lungs. His arms are wrapped around your back and you're lifted into his embrace quicker than you can think. He's up off the couch, you're still in his arms. Your feet dangling just above the floor as he holds you. He's breathing now. Really erratically. It's like he can't get enough air into his lungs. He squeezes you tighter against him and his face is buried in your neck. And you realise he's crying again. Holding you against him like you're his lifeline, crying because the person he loves… loves him back. You're not leaving. You love him too. You're not leaving. You love him too. You're not leaving. You love him too.
“Ves…?”
He doesn't reply. He can't. He can't even get words out because you love him too. He's hiccupping and sobbing into the crook of your neck, all while his hands grasp you desperately and hold you so close. You're so close. He is holding you. And you're holding him. And it's okay because you love each other. And this isn't a dream. He's not making it up this time. This is real. You love each other. His knees are going to give out. He falls back into the small couch the two of you occupied just before, except now you're seated comfortably on his lap, his arms keeping you locked tightly against him and you love each other. He pulls back. His face is puffy and red, his eyes are bloodshot and still full of tears but god… he's wearing the prettiest smile you've ever seen. Vessel is just beautiful, you've always thought it. But now, with you holding each other and openly loving each other… Vessel is so full of life again and it makes your own tears spring to your eyes.
“You wrote all of those about me…?”
You ask him quietly, you can't quite believe it now. That all those lyrics, lyrics that were written so incredibly and so passionately were all about you. Your own tears fall when he just nods at you. And there the two of you sit. Wrapped up in each other, crying together, and finally letting it sink in that you love each other. You've loved him for so long. So many nights you've spent lying awake thinking about him, weeks and weeks of admiring him from a distance and keeping your feelings to yourself. You swore to never tell him, or anyone for that matter. Your love for him and for the rest of the band outweighed your want to be selfish with him. You’d accepted the fact that if he didn't know, he couldn't reject you, therefore being able to keep your job and your beautiful friendships with them all. In your head, you'd rather love him from a distance and keep his friendship than risk losing him and the boys all together.
It doesn't have to be like that anymore. It's not like that anymore.
“Please… let me kiss you please…”
Vessel almost begs you, through his tears. Your eyes lock, and right there on that couch… in the little room in the back of the tour bus you press your lips to his. It's everything you'd ever wanted it to be and more. It's so overwhelming in the very best ways possible. It causes you both to shed a few more tears. To anyone else it may seem like you're saying a heartbreaking goodbye to each other, but really this is hello.
This is the beginning of waking up next to each other every morning. Going to bed next to each other every night. Random kisses every single day. Cuddles on the couch. Cuddles in bed. Hand holding. I love yous. No more shying away. No more pretending. Finally.
Because you love each other.
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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.”
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happen: sleep token (vessel).
a/n: we pretend we don’t see my unfinished fics, okay? also we pretend we don’t see my spelling and grammar and plot mistakes in this, okay? okay. enjoy :)
"your paint is smeared."
vessel looked up from his piano, first meeting my eyes, then following where my finger pointed to.
"shit," his accent stuck out like a sore thumb, elongating the i in the cuss word.
vessel wiped a finger across the paint in an attempt to blend it in. it didn't do much.
"i think you might be making it worse," i commented with a smug smile.
vessel met my sneering gaze. he was unphased by the sarcasm on my tongue. he reached a blackened hand forward as he tried to rip the clipboard from my hands. i ducked out of his reach. the piano blocked him from me, but his arms were long enough that he managed to swipe a hand across my stack of papers.
i scoffed, stepping back a few feet, examining the black paint overtop my paperwork. "vess!"
"y/n!" he mocked my tone. he rounded the piano, coming to look down at the paper in my hands. "your paint is smeared, lovey."
i looked at up with an annoyed stare, "fuck off."
vess patted my bare shoulder, sending electrically shocked goosebumps down my clammy skin. i shifted my arms, hoping he wouldn't notice how i shivered under his touch.
"i'll go get some more paint, kay?" i offered with a deep breath.
vessel settled in front of his piano again. he nodded, pressing a few keys, "there's a tube in my dressing room."
"be right back."
i turned on my heel and headed for the stairs. i passed ii, who patted my head, and iv, who made some chirp about me owing him a shot- which just wasn't true.
i reached the dressing room soon enough. i'd been in here- in the other ones- numerous times. we often all hung out as a group between shows, in here or out on the town with various disguises on the boys. i still didn’t know who the guys were outside of those masks and strange nicknames. sam did, of course, because he’d been teching for the boys for years now. plus, they all had a brotherly relationship. they trust him.
for some reason, going in here by myself felt provocative. i kept my vision tunnelled, just in case they left something important out. they were men, after all-messy, sometimes careless, forgetful.
outside clothes, hoodies and sweatpants i recognized, sat strewn across the chairs and couches. their personal cellphones were sat with their things, different from the work phones they had been assigned. i had their work numbers, for professional conversations, for getting bullied by ii and iv in the groupchat. vessel and i talked, sometimes, about new coffee shops in new towns we'd be stopping by, movies we'd need to go see when we had a day off.
personal phone numbers were for the trusted.
i b-lined for vessel's paint and brushes, on the counter beside his phone. as i did, my eyes glossed over a wallet. it wasn’t one that i recognized. but, i knew that it was vessel's. or, whoever he really was. my fingers itched with a curiosity that i could not feed. it was none of my business who they were. if they wanted me to know, they'd tell me. they'd unmask themselves when we're chilling out on the tour bus.
if vessel trusted me, if he felt our silly conversations held any depth like i thought they did, he'd tell me who he was.
no matter that i'd known him for six months and hehad yet to do so. no matter that i thought we might have reached that point. no matter that sometimes, when he looked at me, there was a longing sat right behind his eyes, a wanting that made me feel entrusted, that made me feel like he understood what was bleeding off my skin.
no matter.
i grabbed the paint and headed back for the stage. vessel was sitting on the side of it now, talking to ii about something or the other. i handed the paint off to him. i went to go backstage, heel prepared to turn, when he spoke, "thanks, lovey."
ii followed vessel's gaze up to me. i stood overtop of them. ii's eyes raked up my bare legs, over the little black dress i wore. he met my eyes and nodded. "hey, gorgeous."
ii always enjoyed flirting with me. playfully, of course. vessel rolled his eyes at the usual quip. "here we go..."
"i am going to do my job. see ya later!"
ii reached up and grabbed my hand before i could leave. i jerked back to my spot, brows raised. ii shook my arm around, "go on, darling, give us a strut."
"you're ridiculous," i ripped my hand from his, though i chuckled slightly.
"tell her, vess," ii nudged his bandmate's shoulder with his elbow, "tell her how beautiful she is. she just doesn't believe me!"
i met vessel's eyes. he never joined the boys in their teasing, never flirted like ii did. he was always genuine, kind. our conversations were always full of depth, too. in fact, he never showed much interest in me besides those longing, full glances that i took to heart, that i let create a delusional fantasy land in my head. everytime i thought he might be, when we'd have these great conversations, he'd pull back. like was afraid, or he didn't fully trust me.
so, i shuddered when vessel's eyes drug down my body, over my exposed chest, the barely visible tops of my boobs, the curve of my waist, hugged tight by the dress, and the skin of my thighs and calves, right to the tips of my platform boots.
it was then that i realized today was going to be a very different day.
"you look..." vessel rolled his eyes back up my body, to my own flustered gaze, "good."
i couldn't get away fast enough. i thanked them both, stuttering slightly, before turning on my heel and racing towards backstage. i bumped into iv's shoulder and muttered a half-hearted apology.
i knew that they all were staring at me, analyzing my girlish behavior. i knew they'd talk about it.
and that was embarrassing as fuck.
when the show ended, i was determined to not be anywhere near any of the boys. i escaped to the bus sam, myself, and the other techies slept on. i changed into comfortable clothing and lay in my bunk, willing the blush on my cheeks to finally leave me alone.
this wasn’t supposed to happen. did i long for him to say something like that? duh!
did i actually want it to happen? no, bitch.
because that changed everything for me.
i just needed to hide out here for the night, will my anxiety and the fawn look in my eyes away. tomorrow, i could shift everything back to how it was. tomorrow, he’d probably act the same- passive, uninterested.
even if there was any weight to that entire interaction, it’s not like anything could even happen between us.
management made the band swear off girls for risk of privacy and in order to focus on their work. besides, i worked for the band. i helped run every single show they did. they were my boss’.
and there was that whole issue of him not trusting me. because it was so obvious that he didn’t.
i was letting my brain run around too much.
what snapped me back to reality was the commotion of everyone returning to the bus, excited chatter from the other men on the crew filling the once silent vehicle. sam's voice got closer as he and another techie approached their bunks, across and above from my own. i figured they’d just be grabbing something before everyone headed out to the bar.
but, of course- that wasn’t my luck.
"yoohoo," sam knocked a fist on wall, near my head, "is there a y/n in here?"
i huffed, "what do you want?" i knew they were here to berate me to come out with them. but that would mean seeing the boys- having to confront the issue that was vessel.
"get up, grandma," sam teased me for being in bed so soon, "we're going to the bar."
"i'm tired," i replied, a slight groan in my voice. please just go away.
"that's a load of bull," sam scoffed, "you literally said this morning that you wanted to go out tonight."
i went to reply, but more voices filled the bus, all too familiar ones that made my chest tight.
"what's going on? is y/n okay?" that thick british accent burst through whatever i was gonna say next. iv.
then, another spoke- ii, i was pretty certain. "what? what's happening? aren't you coming out, y/n?”
i shoved my head into my pillow, wanting to scream. the only downside of tour was this obvious lack of privacy. i appreciated that my presence was always wanted by just about anyone i worked with. but, god, can’t a girl daydream and regret her actions in peace?
i pulled open the curtains sheltering my bed, just a fraction, not even trying to mask my annoyed expression. ii, iv, and sam were squatted just outside my bunk. sam wore a cheeky grin, but the others had their outside masks on. i could read their energy well, though.
"i'm fine, guys," i waved them all off, cuddled up under my blankets, "i just wanna chill tonight."
"no! you can't! please! you have to go out with us! you promised last time you would! plus you owe me a shot!" iv whined, head tilted to the left. he really needed to find a new gimmick.
i rolled my eyes, "you're a baby."
"wow, y/n," ii set a comforting hand on iv's shoulder, gasping at my insult, "that's harsh. here i thought we were friends."
sam laughed in response, "yeah, y/n. that was really mean. you hurt iv's feelings." he, also, touched iv’s arm.
i met iv's eyes with pursed lips. his eyes read no signs of offense. we were all always so mean to each other and i knew they’d call me out if i ever took it too far. no, this- this was them bullying me back. trying to get me to come out. they’d probably, eventually, get on me about my flustered escape from earlier. ii nudged iv, and he began to fake cry, head dropped down into his hands.
i rolled my eyes again with an exasperated huff, "oh, my god. here we go."
the bus door swung open, then shut again, as the rest of the band made their way in. i didn't notice, too caught up in the boys' theatrics to get nervous that vessel was in my vicinity. he stood just out of sight, watching all of us.
iv sobbed, shoulders rocking. "i can't believe you'd say that, y/n!"
"whatever. im not coming out, freaks,” i went to shut the curtain, but sam pushed it open all the way.
i dropped my head to my pillow in annoyance. ii spoke now, egging on the situation further. i grew nervous he’d bring up earlier, "there's just one thing you can do to make this up to him."
"let me guess, it tastes like vodka and rhymes with hot?" i murmured as i pressed a stressed hand over my eyes.
ii pried my hands from my head. “actually- tastes like hennessy and rhymes with get the fuck out of bed!" he, then, reached into my bunk and tickled my sides.
i laughed this ugly, wheezing laugh, squirming away from ii's reach. iv's showcase of crying twisted into him falling back onto his ass, laughing with his head thrown back. sam held onto the bunk as he joined. i then heard vessel and iii's laughs, echoing from a bit down the hall. i tried to snap myself out of the situation, insecure by vessel's presence. but, ii just wouldn't stop tickling me.
luckily, he did, leaving my face red, tears spilling out of my eyes, and a newfound energy to get up from my bunk. i didn’t forget that vessel was standing there, watching. and, i knew, i’d have to face the reality of my embarrassment eventually. but, the boys drunk were usually pretty sweet.
"alright," i huffed and shoved the covers off of my body, "let's go, you freaks."
"you'll come?" ii offered me his hand, helping me off of the floor.
"yeah, i'll come," i released his hand, steadied on my feet. i shoved his shoulder as i walked towards the closet at the end of the hall. i pushed past sam and iv to get there. as i searched through my bag, trying to find my dress from earlier, i felt eyes still on me. all the boys had begun moving from the bus, going outside to smoke and wait on me. but, vessel was still there. lingering.
he waved at me as i looked down the hall towards him. my face flushed again and i gave an awkward smile. god, i was not helping the situation. if anything, i was making it worse, making him uncomfortable, ruining everything. he’d never trust me now.
i put back on my little black dress, tights to bear the cold, platform boots. my makeup was still in tact, though i had to clean up a few smudges made by my sweat from the show. i finally met everyone outside the bus, drawing eyes to my body as i bounded down the steps.
"still looking sexy, darling," ii flirted, cheekily, taking my hand and forcing me to do a little spin in front of everyone.
as i faced back to everyone, i pulled my hand from his and shoved him away from me again. "creep- let's go. you owe me a shot."
"um, i think it's the other way around," ii scoffed.
i began walking from the group, towards the bar down the street. i tossed a confused look over my shoulder, "that never happened. you're crazy."
i left behind a trail of laughing men, a stunned ii. they teased me- but i did back just as much.
it was just a five minute walk, and i kept my pace ahead of everyone because i was cold and wanted to get there quicker. i knew someone was watching me- again. i knew the feel of that stare. i knew it was vesel. so, i tried to stay just far enough ahead that he couldn't catch up. i don’t think i could keep up any meaningful conversation when my heart was still beating this quickly.
alas, the over 6' man fell in stride beside me, easily, hands shoved in the pockets of an alpha wolf sweatshirt. he adjusted his sunglasses, inhaling a chilly breath before saying, “why’d you run off earlier? before the show? did i- say something wrong?”
"no reason," i snapped a too-quick response, arms crossed over my chest. my cheeks were reddening again.
he tsked his tongue, “good. shame, though, i didn't get to enjoy this dress for as long as i would have liked to.” i couldn’t see his eyes- but i knew they flicked down over my body. i straightened up under the gaze.
what game was he playing?
maybe he just wanted to hook up. i knew it wasn’t anything serious for him, because it couldn’t be.
i could imagine he and the boys were horny. all the time they’d spent declaring celibacy on this tour must be getting to them. so, i convinced myself that’s what this was. but, i of course didn’t want that.
so, i couldn’t help but feel let down that i had gotten my hopes up. i had thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted me like i wanted him. that, again, maybe, he trusted me like i wanted him to. like i trusted him.
i looked up at him, head tilted back from his height. i tried to read the air between us, hoping something else was there. but i knew he wore a cheeky grin beneath his mask. i frowned, slightly, a desperate disappointment laying just behind my eyes. my head shook just slightly, "don't."
vessel's shoulders fell. he nodded, just once, before silencing himself.
we walked to the bar in drowning silence. i wanted to stop, to turn to him and ask him a million questions. why didn’t he trust me? why didn’t he want me? why couldn’t we try?
why couldn’t we have met in another lifetime, where he didn’t feel the need to hide behind a mask? where he didn’t have to put his life on the line just to reveal himself to me?
not that would fix anything if he didn’t feel what i felt.
i needed a drink.
when we got to the bar, we got swept up in the excitement from our group, separated from each other. i was grateful for the space. it allowed me to breathe, allowed me to start getting wasted.
ii and iv shoved drink after drink into my hands. we pounded shots off of the wooden counter of the bar. we paid far too much for the shitty jukebox in the corner to play our favorite songs. ii even eventually drug me out to the make-shift dance floor, holding my free hand in his, guiding my hips with his other palm.
i clutched onto my vodka cran, following the rhythm ii was swinging in his hips. we danced to some usher song, sultry and silly. normally, i’d shove him away and cuss him out, make fun of him. but, the alcohol was starting to burn my throat, sending a soothingly loose feeling through my blood. i was relaxed.
the song slowed and we did with it. i rested my heavy body against his, chin on his shoulder. we danced in a circle. i could see vessel, sitting at the bar, burning a hole through ii's head with his eyes. he saw me looking at him and quickly looked away.
i just wanted to walk right up to him and kiss him, mask or no mask. i just wanted him. i didn’t care what he looked like. who he was. because i knew him- i knew him well. i knew when his favorite cat died, i knew that he dropped his sandwich in the first grade and cried on drive home. i knew he preferred tea over coffee, with two sugar cubes, and an exact glug of milk in it.
my mind was racing like crazy. i needed to ground myself or i’d do something i’d regret.
that’s when ii mumbled into my ear, “he wants you so badly.”
i jolted out of my own head space, pulling my chin back from ii’s shoulder to look up at him. “what?”
i was having trouble processing words.
“vess. he’s been pining after you for so long,” ii had a sense of urgency in his eyes. "and he think he's trying to see if he can shoot my head off with his eyes right now."
i peered over his shoulder. vessel was watching us again. he didn’t look away, though i knew he could see.
“fat chance,” i blurted out. “he keeps pushing me away…pining my ass. everytime we have, like, a really good conversations about, like, the stars or some shit, the next day he acts like he barely knows my name.”
ii was patient, just listening as i rambled, surely drunk now. i continued on, “i don’t know, dude. like, if he wanted me he would do something about it, yeah? he’d show me. he’d say something. he’d- he’d just do something. instead he just makes me feel crazy.”
i finished myself off with huff. i downed the rest of my drink and set it on a table close to us. both my fists leaned against ii’s shoulders. i was getting dizzy.
ii squeezed my hip in comfort. he waited a moment, for me to catch my breath, to respond. "it's difficult. being in our position. it's hard to tell who's getting close just to catch a peak. forcing everyone we care about to sign mountains of paperwork just to really know us. to trust that we can stay hidden, though the entire world is just itching to unmask us. i know you know that. i know you understand it. that’s part of the reason why we all get along with you so well. the pressures gone. we can be ourselves- no matter what our names are, what we look like. cause you just don’t care.
“i don’t!” i agreed, punching my fist lazily against ii’s shoulder. “i don’t care who you guys are! because you’re still the same to me. and i trust you. and i love you guys. and i just- but just, why can’t he want me?”
he chuckled, “oh, darling. he does. you know he does. and you know the risk, you know the worry. you push it away because it’s not going to be easy. put your pretty little head to rest. just…let it happen as it happens.”
“i think i’m too drunk to really understand this right now, babe,” i droned on, eyes squinted as if i could understand him better with a blurred gaze.
ii tapped my nose sweetly. he stepped back, glancing over to vessel. “just let it.”
i met vessel’s gaze- invisible to me, but so obvious from the burn on my skin. he stood from his seat, hesitant, yet somehow determined.
i felt my body pulled towards him. we met in the middle. some stupid country song was playing. the bad was emptying. our friends were loud. my breath smelled of alcohol. vessel seemed exhausted.
but, for some reason, this was the night that it would happen.
vessel held out a hand, skin pale yet still stained from the paint. i took it. he waited a moment, as if awaiting my consent. then he guided us to the backdoor of the bar. we were out in an alley, alone.
“i’m sorry, lovey,” he said, once he was settled on his heels in front of me.
i clutched his hand like an anchor. “for what?” my brows furrowed.
he brushed a thumb across my knuckles, “that it’s like this. i…i wish i could love you under different circumstances.”
the word passed by without a second thought, so easily spoken from his lips. i barely noticed it. “it’s okay…it’s-its not your fault, vess.”
“no, it’s just,” he ran his other hand overtop his hat, covering his hair just perfectly. “it’s just that i need you to know that. how i feel about you..” now he danced around the word, “because i need you to know that…but…i can’t go forward with any of it. i can’t follow through with it. and i’m so sorry. i just…can’t.”
i slid my hand up to his cheek. he nearly crumbled under my touch. my fingers touched the edge of his sunglasses. he didn’t move. he didn’t try to stop me as i slid the glasses off his nose. i knew those eyes well- i was grateful to see them, even in this dark lighting. i could read him better, i could see his soul.
“i’ll sign whatever you want me to sign.”
the words lingered between us as he processed them. then, he denied them, “lovey…i-“
“i’ll sign a million nda’s. i’ll sign away my life. i’ll- i’ll delete all of my social media. and i’ll wear a mask, too. i’ll step into the darkness with you, vess. i’d do it. i want to do it.”
“lovey, please, i can’t-“
“i can. if you can’t, i can. i can for the both of us.”
vessel dropped his chin, looking away from me. “i can’t ask you to do that for me. beside, you- you don’t even know what i look like. i’m- i’m probably not what you’d want. you can’t love someone you think is ugly. i don’t know, lovey.”
“i do know, vess,” i quickly replied. “i know. i know you. i know your soul. it doesn’t matter to me what you look like, or who you are. cause i know your heart. and that’s all that matters to me. besides, i can’t go on hiding- knowing that we love each other. i just can’t. i won’t allow it.”
vessel met my eyes again. he removed his hand from my own. his hand hung by his thigh, clenching into a fist. it shook. i was worried he’d walk away.
but, after his hesitation softened, he reached his hands up to his face. he tugged the medical mask off of his ears, revealing his familiar lips and smile to me. his nose was new, a feature i’d never seen. but, it was just a nose.
he took off his hat, too, revealing his entire complexion to me. i grinned in response, barely even getting a good luck at him because i really didn’t care.
“that changed nothing for me,” i grasped at his hands. “i feel the same. i feel- the same. maybe better, knowing that you trust me. but- the same. i still want you- i need you, vess…please. i know you need me, too. i’ve always seen it in your eyes. just…take a chance. come out of the darkness…for me. please.”
vessel slid his hands up my arms, slowly, brushing my hair over my shoulders as he passed. his fingertips tickled my neck, the lobes of my ears, until he cupped my cheeks. i leaned into his touch, eyes alight with abounding adoration. he tilted his head down, brilliantly colored eyes boring into my own.
and then he kissed me.
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Friends to Lovers/ Vessel x reader
Summary: A close friendship evolves into love after a show.
Words: 633
FLUFF
You and Vessel have been really good friends for many years.
There's always been a certain level of intimacy and trust between you. Sometimes a cuddle on the shoulder, sometimes a gentle rub of the thumb over the cheek or a kiss on the hair.
His bandmates tease you, claiming Vessel and you are in a relationship and you both just don't know about it yet.
"I'm so tired." You mumble, dropping onto the black leather sofa in the backstage area, exhausted. A sigh of relief escapes you as you watch Vessel out of the corner of your eye as he removes his white mask with the red details in front of a mirror
"What about me?" He asks with a grin and opens the clasp at the back of his head. "You just stood next to the stage and watched. I gave it my all and sang."
"And danced." You add with a grin.
"Yes, and danced." Vessel replies with a soft chuckle and places the mask next to the black charcoal he applied to his body before his performance... or rather, you applied it.
"I could sleep through a whole year after the tour." He says and watches his charcoal-stained face in the mirror for a moment.
You lean your head back against the soft backrest of the sofa and look up at the ceiling with a grin. "You say that every time and then you sleep just like you did on tour, maybe an hour longer." You say playfully.
Vessel laughs softly and sits down right next to you. His shoulder brushes yours as he leans back with a relieved sigh.
You tilt your head to the side and look at him.
It doesn't take him long to notice your gaze and he turns his head towards you. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen an alien."
A grin creeps onto your lips. "I just find it amusing how messed up you look after every show." You say with a shrug and raise your hand to brush your fingers across his cheek.
He rolls his eyes playfully and gently clasps your wrist. "Go ahead and make fun of me." He says, rubbing small circles on your skin.
You look at each other in a moment of silence, his gaze darts from your eyes to your lips.
And finally, the other Sleep Token guys would be standing next to you cheering, Vessel slowly moves his face closer to yours.
You can literally imagine III's cry of joy as your lips meet in a gentle kiss.
Butterflies ignite in every fiber of your body. Your lips melt together as if they were made for each other.
But they part far too quickly.
You open your eyes as Vessel leans back. "That was..." You whisper.
"It was perfect." Vessel says softly in a husky voice. His thumb circles your wrist gently.
"I never thought..." A smile forms on your lips. "...that this would ever happen between us."
"It just felt right to do it." He looks into your eyes and can't help the playful tone in his voice. "And besides, we're already very intimate with each other anyway."
You grin softly and answer playfully. "Basically, it's the same as before."
"Exactly." He leans closer to you. "Except now I'll kiss your lips more often instead of just your forehead."
Vessel looks at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Is that okay?"
"Mhm." You hum, which is enough of an answer for Vessel as he gently presses his lips back to yours.
If III knew what was happening next to his room... he'd probably jump for joy, just like your heart leaps in your chest as you gently return Vessel's kiss.
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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part I
Well, it happened... After trying to evade the hype for so long they finally got me 😂😂 This story has had me in a chokehold (haha, get it?) since I started toying around with the idea of it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for future chapters and/or Sleep Token one shots!
WARNINGS: None
Part II
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Credit to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading, ily bb 💗💗💗
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You sat with your feet propped up on the counter, one of the magazines you had yet to sell spread open on your lap. "Be fashion forward this fall." You read out loud to the empty store in a mocking tone as your eyes grazed over the pictures of chunky sweaters, jeans, and boring, brown leather boots. The bell over the door jingled as a customer entered the store, your eyes darted up, expecting one of your regulars. You were met with the sight of someone in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over their head. 'Great,' you thought to yourself, 'just when I thought I was going to have an easy evening.' You watched the man carefully, waiting to see what exactly he was going to stick in his pockets. Now, you normally turn a blind eye to shoplifters up to a certain extent, everyone deserves to have something to eat. But, being an independently owned store you could only take so much of a loss on your inventory. To your surprise, the man didn't pick up a single item. He took his time looking over the contents of each shelf, his hands never leaving his sweatshirt pocket. "Can I help you find anything, sir?" His head turned slightly in your direction, but not enough for you to see his face.
"What time do you close?" You were caught off guard by his British accent, it was an uncommon occurrence to get outsiders in your small backwoods town.
"Eight o'clock." He nods his thanks and hurriedly exits your store, almost bumping into one of your regulars on the way out.
"Everything alright?" He asks as the strange visitor leaves your store.
"Do you know him?" You ask quietly, as if he would somehow be able to overhear you despite having rounded the corner of the building already.
"Yeah, he's one of those… those cultists that set up shop in the woods." He explains. You were a bit shocked at the realization. You had been seeing headlines in the local newspaper for months as curiosity rose around the small group of men that had built a few Cabins on the very edge of town. Reporters didn't dare venture into their camp for an interview, but that didn't stop them from snapping a few pictures from the safety of the treeline. Four cabins sat at each corner of a small clearing, a large fire pit dominated the center. From what you could make out they seemed to have some sort of root cellar and a lackluster garden, which would explain why you hadn't seen any of them in person until this afternoon. "You be careful, (Y/N). Freaks like that might just try to sacrifice you to some goat demon they worship." He warns. You can't help but roll your eyes at the outlandish statement.
"Mark, those boys haven't done a single thing to bother anyone since they got here. They've been out there for months, if they were going to take someone they would've done it by now." You argue.
He chuckles, "Trust me darlin', I hope you're right. But until then me and a lot of other folks around here plan on keeping a close eye on them. You'd do best to stay away from them."
"You think I can't take care of myself?" You challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Now, Miss (Y/N), you and I both know you'd beat my ass to next Sunday if that's what I was implying." The two of you shared a laugh. "I just don't want something bad to happen, that's all. These strange men show up out of nowhere one day and no one knows where they came from, hell none of us have ever seen their faces. They all wear these black masks, least that's what the reports are saying. You can never be too cautious."
"I'll take my chances." You smile politely in an attempt to get him off his soap box. "Now, I take it you're here for your pack of Marlboros."
"Yes ma'am, and an extra one for Donnie if you don't mind." He responds with a nod as he fumbles for his wallet in his back pocket.
"You got it boss." The rest of your evening was spent rather uneventfully, save for the fact that you would practically jump out of your chair every time the door opened. You glanced up at the clock, there was about twenty minutes left until you closed. "Maybe he decided to not come back." You shrug. Moments later an old, beat up pick up truck rumbled into the parking lot. You watched as the driver got out, his head dipped low to hide his face in the hood of his black sweatshirt. He pushes through the door, the jingle of the bell the only sound to cut through the tense silence. "Welcome back." You tried to sound friendly despite your unease. He nods at you in response, not saying a single word as he makes his way quickly and directly to everything he needs. He approaches the counter, unloading his arm load of supplies before taking a step back. "You got a name to go with those big, broad shoulders of yours?" You ask in a bit of a teasing tone, trying to do what you could to lighten the mood. He remained silent, despite the fact you couldn't see his face you couldn't escape the feeling of his piercing gaze. You opened a bag, carefully organizing his contents inside. "$18.75, sir." He slaps a twenty dollar bill on the counter, not even waiting for his change as he grabs his bag and flits out the door. You watched as he drove off, not sure exactly what you were supposed to make of that interaction. You had a similar occurrence every day for almost a week. He would come in, grab an armful of groceries, put down his money, and he left. You would try and greet him whenever he would come in your store, it was always met with a curt nod.
"Vessel." You froze as he finally spoke up. You looked up, your eyes met with 6 slits on an odd looking mask. "You can call me Vessel." You couldn't think of how to respond at first. He had barely acknowledged your existence before tonight, what had changed?
"Vessel… (Y/N)." You stick out your hand to shake his. "It's nice to finally meet you." You smile as his hands clap into yours.
"You're different from the other people we've run into from town." He remarks.
"The reporters?"
"Some of them, a few others we just happened to cross paths with." You could feel him studying you. "You don't seem scared."
"Vessel, you've been coming in here for over a week now. If you were going to try and hurt me you would've done it by now." You notice the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smile.
"I guess you have a point." He chuckles. You finish scanning his items and give him his total. He places the money down on the counter and picks up his bag.
"How come you never take your change?" You ask as he's almost out the door.
"I know you run this place by yourself, think of it as me tipping a small business." He flashes a brief, brilliant smile at you. You try to hide your shy smile by fixing up your register. "Oh, and (Y/N)?" You glance back up at him. "It's nice to finally meet you too."
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How the eepy boys react to their fem s/o that tells them they want to be breeded?? 🥴 obviously nsfw allowed. Thanks in advance 🫶🏼
OOhh So Sorry it took me so long to finish, ended up writing a lot more than I originally wanted too. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings/Tags: Vessels aren't human, Breeding, Spanking, Penis in vagina, Trans character, Knotting dildos, Knotting, Overstimulation, Vaginal fingering, Fingerfucking, Breeding kink, Squirting, Rutting, Mating cycles/in heat, Nipple play, Primal play, Chasing during sex, dom/sub, Subby III, Switching, Slapping, Light impact play, Disobeying orders, bratting, Slight pregnancy kink
EVERYTHING IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Vessel
As soon as the words leave her mouth, it's like Sleep had blessed him.
“Ves can you breed me? Please?”
The primal urge inside of him unlocks and he's slowly stalking to her, eyes just full of lust and need.
God she better be prepared to have herself stuffed and used.
Keep in mind, these boys aren’t human, they’ve got a little extra something.
“Repeat what you just said to me…” Vessel speaks as he slowly corners her against the fall, “I need to hear it from that beautiful mouth again.” As he backs her into a corner, her eyes go wide with a small bit of surprise and fear. “Can you breed me..?” She questions and cringes at her cracking voice. The male chuckles and slowly wraps his hand around her throat in a comforting form. “Yeah I will, stuff your cunt so full of me you’re bound to get pregnant.” The hand slowly tightens, her own hands wrapping around his wrist, and a soft pleading whimper falls from her mouth. It was the second time the woman before him had sent him off today.
Vessel leaned down and ghosted his lips against her jaw, peppering gentle kisses up to her ear before chuckling out, “Strip for me, show me what I’ll be claiming with my cum” He moves back allowing her to remove the clothes keeping him from touching her. She moves slowly, carefully as though giving the poor male a display of her body. He smiles, soft fangs catching her attention as they have many times before. He lets out a soft groan at the sight before him, ready to consume the woman in front of him.
“Perfect..” Vessel mumbles while carefully turning her so her ass is pressed against his clothed cock. She shivers at the feeling of his arousal against her, aching for breeding. She pushes back against him one last time before slowly bending over and spreading her legs, presenting herself to him while using the wall as support.
“Ves come on... Use me, breed me, fuck me!” She whines, tired of the slow pace the vessel had set.
He chuckles softly, unzipping and pushing his pants and underwear down, cock on full display resting against the curve of her ass. “So needy for me pet…”
Vessel grinds forward, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his throbbing cock. His hands slowly moved to grip her hips, pulling her back against him. Her soft whine leered him further into the fog of his sex-ridden brain. He sighed out, trying to keep his composure and not ravage her at that exact moment, wanting to prolong the experience.
“If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to one of the others…!” She taunted, trying to draw the male into the illusion of giving her what she wants. Instead, she received a slap to the right side of her ass, a stinging burn the size of Vessel’s palm.
He chuckles softly, ignoring her and pulling himself back away from her enough that she panics softly, “Oh then go, I just won’t touch you again got it pet?” He rubs his tip up and down her slit, staring into her eyes, challenging her to say something disobedient again. When she doesn’t, he slowly pushes the head of his cock into her cunt. It sucks him in, the wetness spreading across his shaft as he quickly pushes in, not giving her time to adjust.
“Bad pets get used however I feel.” She moans loudly at his words, head leaning against the wall, arms supporting her at the quick onslaught of thrust. His pace fast, pounding her and using her tiny tight cunt however he saw fit.
Vessel’s cock shaped and molded her wetness to the shape of it, hugging him perfectly. Her mewls and fucked out whimpers were proof of just how good it felt to be used by him. The woman’s mouth agape, drool softly falling with every heavy thrust of Vessel’s hips. The slapping sound of their skin connecting grew louder as the tightness of her cunt grew.
Her face formed into a quickly fucked out mess of drool and giggles. “Vesss I wanna cum pleassee” she slurs down, hips fucking back against his.
“Aw, the disobedient girl wants to cum? Before me?” He slowed his hips, watching as she whines and squirms to get the pace back up to speed, “After you said that to me? You cum I’m not stopping. Got it?”
She nods quickly, quickly reaching down to play with her clit, orgasm already ready to hit the peak. Pleasure washes over her as Vessel picks the pace back up, angling his thrusts to hit the perfect spot that leaves her cunt clenching tightly. He chuckles softly and leans down close to her ear, nipping and licking at it slowly. “Cum for me.”
His voice knocks the orgasm right out of her, her body tensing up and shaking with the pleasure of his cock still ramming into her. Her moans so loud they echo alerting everyone in the house of their activities. His thrusts breaking her moans up and turning them into pathetic little pants of his name, “Vessel Vessel Vessel”
The male groans softly, the wet heat gripping and sucking him in, attempting to milk his cock for all his worth. Vessel knocks her feet to spread them more, rutting into her overstimulated cunt. Her moans mixing in with his, soft whines as he continues to abuse her g spot.
“You want my kids? Want my seed?” He thrusts, emphasizing every. Single. Word. with his punishing movements. She whines mind broken, only wanting whatever Vessel would give her. “Fucking take them then. Don’t spill a fucking drop.”
He leans his head down, the forehead of his mask pressed in between her shoulder blades. Vessel groans and growls, feeling the twitching of his cock buried deep inside her. His cum flooding her cunt before his knot begins to swell and stop the overflow.
“Thank you Sir…”
II
It's kind of a shocker to II at first, he’ll just stand there and then slowly nod like he understands.
My II is trans so he just kinda points between himself and her with a questioning look
Shrugs and then makes sure she completely understands that he can breed her, but she won’t get pregnant
Bonus of this, she gets to pick out the size of the squirting/cumming dildo
II is the type to make her come at least 2 times before breeding as well
II looks down only half-amused at the woman underneath him, tired eyes tracing the movement of his fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. “One more at least... Then I can fuck you yeah?” He mumbles out, barely heard over the sweet sounds of her moans. Her body tenses up, ready to release the second orgasm of the night.
“Oh fuck fuck, II..!” she moans out, the tension finally releasing as she cums on his fingers, coating them with her sweet wetness. Not only had his fingers been a target of her releasing but as had everything, soaking II and the bed but with her squirt.
The male chuckled and slowly pulled his fingers from her quivering cunt as his partner whined with overstimulation. “Can’t tap out now love, still gotta fill you remember?”
She looked at him through cloudy pleasure-filled eyes and nods as best as she can. II bends down and kisses her clit one last time before standing up and stretching from the straining position. Her eyes gladly soak in the sight of her mate, his own arousal throbbing and slick with his wetness. She moans softly at the sight of her partner’s ass, watching as he turns to grab the harness and cumming dildo.
“Hey babes, still with me?” He questions his girlfriend as he adjusts the straps comfortably. She smiles and hums happily, reaching out with grabby hands and open legs. “Very…”
II chuckles and crawls in between her legs, gently nudging the tip against her clit. She softly moans and shifts her hips aching for more even after being overstimulated.
“Yeah that’s my girl…” He hums softly into her ear, carefully angling his tip to her leaking hole, “Gonna take me so well, will breed you and make you have my babies.”
She keens, back arching at the stretch, everything feeling more pleasurable than before. II hushes her with gently “sh sh sh” in an attempt to not wake the others. His lover’s eyes roll back once he is fully seated in, the knot kissing at her entrance begging to be let in.
He laughs softly at her, cooing at her pleasure, “Yeah taking me perfectly baby girl.”
The pace began slow, II pulling his hips in and out and grinding forward to rub against her clit. The woman underneath him mewled out at the feeling, enjoying the slow push and clit attention. Oh but it wasn’t enough, she needed more, needed him to be buried so deep into her.
She whines, clawing at his forearms, clinging leaving deep red scratches and moon shapes in her awake. “Mo-more please!” Needing more but not sure of exactly what she wanted. II smiles sadistically and angles his hips perfectly into the patch of sensitive nerves inside of her,
Her screams of pleasure made him flinch and cover her mouth quickly, blocking her sounds from the others. “Shut up… We don’t need the others coming in here and taking you from me do we?”
At his words, his mate’s cunt clenched and sucked him in deeper, the wet quenching growing louder as he pounds into her wet cunt. “Oh you like that idea? Liked the idea of Vessel coming in? Maybe IV? III? Huh?”
Each name II spouted off, he thrust harder, slipping a little bit of the knot deeper into her warm heat. He shakes his head in fake disappointment and moves his hand covering her mouth to his own, licking his thumb with a slurry look in his eyes. She whines louder, moving her hands to her nipples, roughly pinching and playing with them while watching her lover. He scoffs at the action and moves his thumb to her clit, rubbing at the same fast rough tempo of his thrust, “Since you wanna be a slut I can treat you like one and make you cum on my knot.”
Her legs wrap around his waist, locking him from moving to far, II’s thumb working over her clit pushing her deeper and closer to the third orgasm of the night. “Yes Yes! Gimme your knot! II please!” She screams at the top of her lungs, pleasure washing her like a thick blanket.
II smiles and leans down grabbing the syringe and places thick kisses against his lover’s neck. “Take my knot baby…”
He sinks his teeth into the side of her neck triggering her orgasm to crash over her with suddenness. As he sinks his teeth in, at the same time he pushed his knot in, floating her cunt with the sticky white liquid cum. “Thank you thank you! Gimme your babies yes!” She hisses out, her whole body tensioning as the waves of pleasure continue and are prolonged by the filling.
“It's all yours darling, all yours…”
III
He’ll slowly crouch down/get on her level and look her in the eyes
Boy is confused as to why she’d wanna be bred, but after some explaining he’s all for it
It’ll start off gentle, soft playful kisses to get her in the mood till one of them is desperate enough to push the other.
Iii is whiny with want to be inside of her. Wants to be as close to her as possible.
“Please let me... I need to breed you... sugar please..”
His soft pleading eyes stare into hers with so much need and lust. A gentle whine leaves his eyes as he pushes his hips closer to hers seeking out the warmth he craves. A moan tumbles from her mouth, mixed with teasing laughter at the poor male, “III honey, calm down you need to take my pants off.” The taller huffs, tail flicking with irritation at his lover’s statement. The small hunger need to consume his partner slowly grows as he can partially already feel the wet heat calling for him.
Careful but hastily III takes the offending material from her thighs, gently moving his fingers against her skin as he moves downwards. Soft goosebumps litter her skin, a noise of encouragement from her that has the male leaking pre. He hadn’t known just how much he craved filling her over and over again till she had offered her the sweet words, “Breed me.”
She coos at him condescendingly, a fake form of comfort while knowing III is holding himself back from devouring her. “Come on, you can do it… Doing so fucking great baby.” The smirk present on her lips leaving him even more frustrated than the aggregating material of his pants.
He attempts to take them off, to free his cock to present it to her, but the laughter from watching him struggle causes him to freeze. III whines loudly, hand still attempting to push down his waistband, eyes meeting hers with more need than ever.
She sighs and gives in to helping the needy boy remove his clothes, starting with his shirt. She starts by slowly running her hands up his stomach, drawing out a shiver and a sigh from him, and then moves to completely pull it off. She continues the teasing till they’re both fully undressed laying against the cool bedsheets.
“Can I have you now,” He mumbles out softly while going back to rutting against her cunt, “Been good, so good.”
At the breathy “yes” III grips himself and steadies the tip at the wet entrance of her cunt. “Don’t tease III..” She breathes out, thrusting her hips downwards, chasing the pleasure that is being teased. He grunts at her actions and pushes into her wetness. They both moan at the shared pleasure, hers soft and breathy while III’s more growly and deep.
The vessel had to pause, allowing his partner’s body to slowly stretch around him. The pleasurable burn drives her mad, her eyes rolling back, legs trembling from keeping them stretched. Cunt tightening up around the cock slowly forcing its way into its core.
III closes his eyes, a soft whine being pulled from his throat at the feeling of his lover tightening around him. “Relax… You’re hugging me so tightly..” The bassist’s rough hands moved to her hips, rubbing small soothing circles to relax her. “Take a deep breath…”
She nods, face tight before taking a deep breath and allowing her body to slowly relax. III leans his head down, resting his forehead against hers before slowly pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out inside of her cunt. The gentle moan that leaves his mouth causing her to release another wave of wetness, welcoming him to move.
“Move love… I’m okay now,” she smiles up at him, rubbing her hands up and down his back in an encouraging motion. “Need to feel you filling me up okay?”
He whines out a soft “mhm” before pulling his hips back, thrusting at a soft slow pace, allowing both of them to enjoy the pleasure of one another. The squelching of her cunt filling the room alongside the soft panting of the vessel above her.
She reaches out, clawing at his back, pulling him closer to her. Her body needing to be filled by the thick throbbing cock inside of her. III yelps softly, hips pushing deeper then before causing a loud moan to be ripped out of his lover’s mouth.
“Fuck! Yes deeper! III please give it to me!” She moans out, eyes rolling back from the pleasure of the male going deeper inside of her.
Through the mask, III bites his lip holding back the urge to push in his slowly growing knot. “Sugar, if you keep clawing me I will knot you early…” She giggles through her moans, the sound being punched out of her through the thrust.
The woman under the vessel purposely clenches around the thrusting cock inside of her, the throbbing mess of pre slowly being pulled deeper inside of her. III curses under his breath and sits up on his knees, pulling her hips to meet his now harsh thrust.
“Fuck fuck fuck babe I need to breed pleeassee!” He whines out to his mate who was squirming from the new onslaught of thrust. The tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of her, kissing at her vercix as though it was meant to be there.
She nods, a fucked out smile on her lips, everything feeling full and fuzzy at the feeling of the knot attempting to breach her tight cunt. “Give it to me you- Ah!..” She attempts, a whiny voice that held little dominance despite the words.
The vessel pushes his knot into the warm wet heat of her cunt, pouring his seed into her, filling her up just as she had asked. “Fuck Oh shit its so good~” He moans, cock jerking with every rope of cum that drenched her insides.
The feeling of being bred, the warmth of his cum, and the twitching sent her over the edge. Cunt clenching and unclenching, begging for the seed of the male to take.
“Ahh oh fuck I hope it takes, I wanna see you round with my babies…”
IV
Let's just put this out there, primal kink. He has a huge primal kink.
As soon as the words, “IV can you breed me,” leave her mouth, its over.
He’ll hold eye contact and tell her to run, gives her a headstart.
Of course once he catches her, he’s claiming his prize
Forcing her onto the ground and ripping off her bottoms, making her present her cunt to him
He’s feral for it, needs to stuff her full over and over again.
The air is pushed out of her, his hands between her shoulder blades forcing her into the ground underneath her. Her body trembles as her attempts to suck in the sweet taste of oxygen fail. IV hums pleased at the action of his lover, seeing her at his mercy, his for the taking.
“IV… please!” She whines out, body yearning for the man above her. He chuckles softly to himself and grinds his hips into her behind, “You want to be bred… You wanna take my seed in the name of Sleep?” He doesn’t even let her finish her pathetic chants of “yes yes yesyesyes!” before ripping her bottoms apart just enough for her weeping slit to be exposed.
IV growls deep in his chest, the sight before him enticing him more than ever. Her trembling body, covered in a light layer of dirt, the pathetic look in her eyes, not forgetting the torn clothes showing what he is about to claim.
He grabs a hand full of her ass, spreading it apart before moving down face to face with her dripping cunt. She tensed up confused by the actions of the male, entrance clinching and unclinching with readiness.
A deep purr is heard from his chest, his nose inching closer and closer to the delicious smell of her cunt. “Gonna eat this to make you ready for my knot…”
She moans softly at his words, allowing herself to be moved into the perfect position for the vessel to eat her from behind. His tongue quickly swipes up the thick drool of her arousal, moaning at the taste of her readiness for him. His eyes roll back into his skull, the need for his lover’s taste growing stronger at the teasing taste. Said lover giggles softly, pushing her hips back, another tease to entice the male. She only stops when she feels his lips wrapping around her clit.
IV forms a tight sucking seal around her Clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, tasting the sweet flavor of his lover’s breedable cunt. She moans loudly, rubbing her face into the grass underneath her as a form of pleasurable escape. The male chuckles before moving his fingers into her cunt, slowly pushing one finger in. She whines, everything beginning to feel extra sensitive to the touch of the vessel.
IV pulls back away from her clit, pushing his tongue inside beside his fingers, drinking her as though she is the greatest nectar to the world. “IV IV Fucckk…” She moans out, toes curling ha she reaches back to push the vessel closer to her wetness. He groans, pulling his fingers away to bury his face deeper into the wet drool of her arousal.
A soft growl of frustration pulls from his throat, angry with the mask getting in the way of wanting to devour his lover. “Fucking hell, Just need to…” He cuts himself off, throwing the mask away and burying his tongue deeper into her cunt. She yelps out in surprise and moans loudly at the feeling of the wet muscle thrusting in and out of her cunt.
Once he is thoroughly satisfied and believes she is wet enough to take his cock and knot, IV pulls away staring down at his lover in amusement and slight awe. He had wrecked her into a flushed mess of pants and moans. Her face, wet with tears and drool, yet he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, cock still aching and twitching in his pants for her. IV softly slaps her ass and pulls her further into a presenting breeding-style position, angling her back into a beautiful arch with her ass pressed heavily against his shaft.
“Please… breed me IV. In the name of Sleep like you had said? Please…” She babbles out, almost missing the fact her lover had begun to pull his pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his reddish purple tip. Having edged himself the whole day prior to their hunt so he could give her a good load for the taking.
He grunted in response, teasing his tip against her hole, wetting it with her slick. IV gently pushed the tip in before pulling it out, allowing her to whine for more of whatever he was willing to offer. Her pleas did not fall on deaf ears as he was beginning to leak pre all over her slick, needing to be inside her at the exact moment.
The first push did little, having to stop once she clenched and a paid moan escaped her, “Too big…” She whined, attempting to force herself to relax into his touch. IV ran his fingers through her hair, down her bad, teasing goosebumps to raise on her skin, all while softly purring to his mate, “You’re doing amazing..”
His gentleness and encouraging words allowed her to finally relax her cunt and allowed him to slowly push in the rest of the way. IV, while sometimes an animal, was not a beast and allowed her to adjust to the girth of his cock. The soft throbbing and veins of said cock indicating just how badly he wanted to mate and breed his lover.
IV’s tip, just barely brushing her cervix, girth stretching her to the near painful levels, he slowly pulled back, thrusting back in with force. Enough force to knock the little bit of air out of her lungs, knocking a soft scream out of her chest. Their sounds and moans echoing throughout the forest, the birds have seemingly gone quiet and still to the sounds of hips to ass, wetness of his mate’s juicy cunt being pounded by his thick rob.
“IV! Fuucckkk yes yes! Fuck me like an animal please…!” She pleads, nails digging into the dirt under her, ass bouncing back against his cock. He grabs her thigh and lifts it up, forcing her to balance on her front half and her left knee. His grip was bruising but allowed him to bury his cock much deeper into the sweet gripping warmth of her.
“Fuck yeah take my cock, my breeding bunny, so good!” He growls, adding more force to the thrust of his hips, digging his cock into the sobbing woman.
Her moans are turning into hiccups of sobs and his name, her throat going raw with the screams of pleasure caused by the cock inside of her. Her wetness spread across both of their thighs, his pants, and cock. The white cream of her cunt around the base of his cock drove him closer to the edge. He growled softly at the unexpected closeness, moving his free hand to her cunt, forcing her already sensitive clit to accept the rough treatment.
She tights unexpectedly, screaming, “yes yes fucckkk thank you sir!” As her orgasm crashes over her at the simple touch. IV chuckles softly, dropping her leg to grab her hips and fucking into her with wild abandonment. The vessel began chasing his own orgasm, everything in his being wanting to breed and obsess over his lover’s semen-filled cunt.
The simple thought had IV pushing his knot deeper and deeper into her oversensitive cunt, forcing out a pathetic maon from the mostly fucked up and sleepy woman. He growls, deep within his chest very similar to the beginning of the hunt, stuffing her willing pussy with everything from the edging and the night.
“Fucking take it bunny.” He laughs darkly, “You’re all mine now.” She smiles lazily and clenches around his knot… “I know big guy…”
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iii has no idea how he got himself in this situation.
its not like he meant to walk in on you and vessel earlier. he definitely didn’t hear the noises you were making and got turned on. and he definitely didn’t make an excuse in his brain to pretend to need to ask vessel something.
now he’s on his knees in front of vessel, watching you bounce on his cock.
you’re facing iii, legs propped up on vessels knees with his hands around your waist as he guides you. you’re a babbling mess, vessel told you to hold eye contact with iii or he’ll stop moving.
iii’s flushed, his cheeks bright red as his eyes are locked on yours. vessel cant get enough of it, his baby on display for his best friend.
the sheer filthiness of the whole situation is turning you on even more. iii has a massive hard on and the way he’s kneeling so submissively for vessel makes your head spin.
“you knew what you were doing walking into here hmm iii? you heard how good i was making her feel. she can be loud, cant you honey?” vessel grabs you by the chin and all you can do is moan in response.
vessel turns his attention to iii. “well go ahead, make yourself cum since you wanted so badly to see us.” he’s holding your jaw firmly to keep eye contact with iii.
iii pulls out his cock, so drunk on lust he doesn’t even focus on how embarrassing this is for him. his eyes are glazed over as he spits in his palm and starts stroking himself. he’s not gonna last long, he can tell that for sure.
“oh, i think.. fuck.. my little whore’s about to cum, hmm?” vessel grunts in your ear, you’re bouncing harder on his dick and your moans getting louder as he leads you to the edge.
iii can feel his orgasm approaching seeing you like this, the way vessel has complete dominance over you, it’s so fucking hot.
you cum with a loud moan all over vessel’s cock, he shortly follows soon after, filling you with his release as he kisses your neck soothingly, the two of you coming down from your highs. iii sits in front or you, frantically pumping his cock and practically drooling all over himself.
“finish him off. now” vessel orders and without a word you jump off his lap, crawling over to iii and taking him in your mouth.
iii jumps at the sudden warmth of your mouth, “g-gonna, oh god” he blurts out and within seconds he’s releasing into your mouth, all the while vessel is staring intently at him.
when iii opens his eyes, he sees vessel staring directly at him as he orders “swallow” to which you oblige.
pulling up from iii, your hair and makeup a mess, you give him a small kiss on the cheek. “you should walk in on us more often.”
#welp#totally didnt indulge in one of my thoughts ive been having for a while#ummmm#anyways enjoy tehe#sleep token smut#sleep token fanfiction#sleep token#sleep token imagines#vessel x reader#sleep token x reader#iii x reader
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