#iv sleep token smut

[onesaltyhunter]

And in your waking moments,

I will be there.

Incubus! IV x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been one of the guitar techs, alongside one of the light engineers for Sleep token for quite a few years now. She'd consistently heard of various individuals' attraction to IV, but brushed it off as she ruled it as self-explanatory. He's a talented guitarist for one of the biggest bands on the planet. But there is a secret that lies beyond the surface. He's not exactly, well, human. So what other things is he hiding?

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: LIKE SMUT. A LOT. until there isn't... BUT THERE WILL BE. SWEARING TOO. Accidental harm (by IV), him underestimating his strength. Also, other non-human vessels. IV goes from being an absolute bottom of a person to a top in no time.

REMEMBER!!! THESE FICS ARE ABOUT THE CHARACTER. NOT THE PERSON BEHIND THE MASK. PLEASE RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY.

also, photocreds to @/adamrosssi on instagram!

The sound of the band playing before Sleep Token was almost deafening, yet it brought no distractions to Y/N, who was restringing one of IV's Gretschs after the low E string snapped. It was a fairly unusual sight--the thickest string on a guitar, breaking. Of course it was more typical for the high E string to break, but the low one? It puzzled Y/N, but she merely glossed over it, in an attempt to finish restringing the guitar early.

As much as she wished to enjoy the wonderful energy of music festivals, the air wasn't exactly the most pleasing thing about it. The mixture of sweat and liquor seemed to always be the smell of impending doom.

"You alright?" III patted her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Y/N stood up to secure the guitar on the rack. "You ready to fuck shit up?"

"Oh don't you worry. I've got a lot of that planned."

III and Y/N shared a laugh as Vessel approached the two of them. Their giggles faded away, and Y/N put both of her arms to her sides, her legs pressed together. III raised a brow, before biting the inside of his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Sir, reporting for duty!" Y/N's eyes went wide, as she looked at a moderately confused Vessel.

"Why, do you... Just, why?" Vessel smiled and shook his head before letting out a small laugh.

Y/N stopped tensing up, as she sighed and began to stand with her arms crossed now. While Vessel and III were carrying on their conversation of adding a surprise song to the setlist, she peaked behind them, to see IV speaking with one of the event organizers. One of the most important skills that Y/N acquired after spending time with the band was reading others emotions, without having to ever see one's face. The event organizer had her hand on her hip, leaning forward just a bit, while IV cocked his head to the side, responding with a slow nod.

Damn that woman thinks she has her fucking claws in IV right n- Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by IV, whose gaze darted over at her almost instantly. He squinted at her, his mask wrinkling up around the mouth.

"Who the fuck pissed him off?" II walked by, unpacking a couple drumsticks to use for the next show.

"Hm?" Vessel and III glanced at IV, who was slowly approaching them. "What, him?"

"You alright mate?" II took a step back, as IV remained silent.

"IV your maple-neck Gretsch it's..." Y/N started to say.

"Been restrung. I know, thank you." IV swallowed hard before picking it up from the rack, wrapping the strap around him.

"Mhm." Y/N nodded before walking over to the rack to make sure the back-up guitars were also in good condition.

IV grabbed her by the forearm. She could feel his nails graze her skin, but he didn't sink them in. His hold was somehow gentle, even though she could almost feel his anger and aggression simply by staring into his eyes.

"I don't like her. If that was what you were thinking." He whispers, and the other three members retreat slowly. IV looks down at where his hand was, realizing that his grip had become even more firm, his eyes widening and darting back to Y/N's. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was... I... I should go. Um, sorry, again. So sorry."

IV let go of Y/N, and shook his head as he fixed his hood to follow the rest of the band. He continously swore to himself. He couldn't simply brush off what he just did. Y/N glanced at the dots of black paint that had been left on her skin. She wasn't offended at all by what IV did. Disturbed? Maybe. The guys had their ups and downs. Their highs and lows. Y/N has bared witness to almost all of them. This, wasn't knew. IV wouldn't hurt her. For that matter, no member of the band would.

But what he said, still caught her off guard. He didn't like the event organizer? IV clearly looked furious when he turned to face Y/N, but she had really never seen him truly angry before. Frustrated with the small things like breaking the low E string of course, but with something like this? But again that added on to the long list of things that happened to be unusual in the past few days. First the seemingly unbreakable string on most guitars snaps, and then IV, snaps. But Y/N refused to judge. It came to mind that thee was a chance he was going through something in his life that must be difficult to deal with. Family problems or maybe some personal ones. It wasn't her place to judge and she was aware of it.

Y/N stepped down to the booth where all the lights were being managed. In assisting the other light engineer, she helped to make sure the right colored lights were associated with the right song. As the band started their set, she nodded, confirming that everything was going well on the electronics side. The lights blinked red and she looked up at IV who glanced at her for a split second. In her head, an image of his eyes transitioning from cerulean to crimson flashed almost immediately.

"Y/N, do you see something wrong with one of the lights?" The other engineer raised a brow, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was staring at.

"Uh, no. Just got a little bit of something on my mind, that's all." She mumbled, adjusting the light colors again for the next half of the song.

After sitting down for the rest of the set, with all of the pre-programmed lights working accordingly, Y/N felt a bit uneasy looking up at the stage. Every glance at IV made her feel, unusual. She couldn't explain what the feeling was, even to herself. Like her heart was racing but not out of fear, but rather, for something else. After 2 more songs, it felt as if her whole body was screaming at her to look at him again. And so she did, locking eyes with him once more.

"Hey, if you're not feeling alright, you can head back to the hotel." The other engineer smiled. "I'm pretty sure that no one would be upset with you getting some rest. Come on, you've been preparing for this festival for a while."

"But what if something goes wrong with the guitars. I need to... I need-"

"I think what you need, is a very long nap. I'll tell the guys. Don't worry!"

Y/N nodded, and went to go grab her backpack halfway through The Offering. Even as IV was jumping around on stage, he glanced at the light booth, where only one person was sitting. A quick look around to the left, and he saw Y/N packing her belongings.

He grew restless throughout the whole show. IV tried his best to enjoy everything, the energy of the crowd, the music, and the wonderful light show, and... He just couldn't. Growing tense near the last song, he pressed down on the fretboard of his Jackson guitar, and broke the lowest string. Again. Luckily, it was after the last note of the song had been played, and the 4 of them could finally leave the stage.

"What the hell did you do this time?" Vessel shook his head, adjusting his hood. "Dig your nails into her skin and expect her to want to stay? You're mad."

"I just-" IV started.

"Just what man?" III's laugh sounded like a cocktail of anger and disappointment. "Oh yeah, 'just because you think I like this girl that was flirting with me, I don't and hope you know that.' What the actual fuck was that? You better pray to Sleep you didn't scare her away forever. Fuck."

"Oh." Vessel lets out a small chuckle, staring at IV.

"Don't you read my thoughts. Not now." IV sets his guitar down in the rack, the lowest string slumping over the other slots in the rack.

"The problem is not that I can read your thoughts, rather, that I can't." Vessel's lips crooned, and the rest of them knew that he was squinting under his mask. "What blessing has Sleep given you that I cannot fathom?"

"I don't want to speak about it."

"Mate, you do realize we can help you, if you need it." II placed his hand on IV's shoulder.

"You need to learn when to shut your mouth." A low growl escaped IV's lips.

"You need to learn when to calm down!" III's eyes widened, raising his voice to gain the vessel's attention.

"You need to learn to keep your hands off of Y/N, you bastard." IV's eyes shifted from blue to crimson again, and III stifled a whimper in his throat.

"Oh my, Sleep." II took a couple steps away. "You're one of 'em? One of 'em servants of Sleep that uh... Needs to do... That thing... That process to stay alive? How long have you been this way?"

Although III, was still partially terrified, he let out a small giggle, followed by a few words that sounded like "he means sex, doesn't he." IV's eyes returned back to their original color, and he inhaled sharply in a brief attempt to calm himself, which inevitably failed.

"That makes you, quite... Um..." Vessel gulped, biting the inside of his lip. "Promiscuous, does it not?"

IV shook, his head, which earned him some odd looks from the rest of the band. It was true, he would indeed die, if he didn't, in his words, "participate in some ungodly practices" frequently. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was still alive, but he had ignored it for the most part. IV was still willing and able to go up on stage for rituals, so, he hadn't thought much of the idea.

"You're a fucking incubus and you're not having sex? How the hell are you alive? How are you not a whor-" III questioned him loudly, and II elbowed him in the ribs to get him to quiet down. "Jeez, fucking christ I get it."

"Dunno. Just, don't want to." IV shrugs, and the whole band goes quiet as one of the crew members passes by to help pack some of the gear up.

"I thought you were actually trying to flirt with that event organizer earlier?" Vessel raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"She was trying to flirt with me, and I wouldn't budge. Then I heard Y/N thinking that I liked the woman and I flipped. I don't know what happened, I just, couldn't take it anymore."

"So you know Y/N likes you? As in, has been fancying you for the past 4 years and hasn't said a thing?" III piped up again, knowing that IV's angry actions were practically unpredictable. "Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"

"I scared her away."

"Excuse me?" II furrowed his brows, setting his box of drumsticks down, hard. "You, what?"

"Either she knows that I'm not, human, or, she thinks she's insane." IV exhaled sharply, his head finding a small bit of peace in the palms of his hands. "Fuck me."

"She's probably at the hotel, you should talk to her." III replied, and IV sighed.

"So I can go off and scare her again? No thank you, I'm fine. And I'm quite sure she is without... Without me."

"Praise be to Sleep you are infatuated with this woman." Vessel shook his head. "For the love of all that is holy, if you do not speak to Y/N, I will do so for you."

"And what the fuck will you say, Vessel? 'Nice to see you again Y/N! Yeah, did you know, that IV likes you just as you like him, and oh yeah, he is a demon, whose existence relies off the fact that he has to FUCK SOMEONE! Oh yeah! See you later!' What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" IV stormed off, and the other three refused to follow him.

~~timey wimey skip~~

Y/N dropped her bag on the floor, and crawled into bed before grabbing one of the blankets she brought and tossed it over herself. She couldn't recall how fast it was before she fell asleep.

After blinking a few times, she sat up in bed, except the room... She wasn't in the hotel anymore. This was, home... This was her home. Her house. This was her bedroom. Y/N began to hyperventilate, and that feeling that something was caught in her chest earlier, returned. She looked around before a black-painted hand landed on her shoulder. In a frenzy, she pushed the person down against the bed, and it took a second to realize.

"IV? What are you, what are we... What the hell?" She let go of him, sliding back to the other side of the bed. "What are you doing here, what are we doing here? I'm at the hotel. How..."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm making you like this. I don't want you to feel like this."

"Oh there's nothing wrong with me I'm fin-" Y/N was cut off by the tightening in her chest becoming worse by the second. "God, damn it!"

"How do I? I don't know how to..."

"What the hell are you doing, IV?" Y/N blinked a few times, squinting at him.

"I'm an incubus. I'm a fucking incubus and that's why you're in pain. This is a dream."

Y/N stared at him, the pain of confusion striking her harder than the actual physical pain she was dealing with. Every fibre of IV's being was screaming at him to hold her hand, to just do anything in his power to comfort her. She was in pain, and desperate for answers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I shouldn't have, I-"

"IV."

"Yes?"

"You, are a sex demon?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Is every member of Sleep Token, one or is it just you?"

"Just me, but every member of the band isn't human." Words kept leaping out of IV's mouth and he couldn't stop himself. "You aren't, scared of me? Y/N, I could hurt you, I could kill you."

"IV, I, know none of you are human." Y/N began to bite the tip of her tongue as the pain started to become a little worse. "Vessel reads minds; I'm not sure what II and III can do but, III invades my dreams to play video games with me sometimes."

"III is finding his way into your dreams?" IV's eyes shift colors again. "Fucker doesn't know when to stay away."

"Whoa, whoa, he's like a brother to you isn't he? Because I know he's like one to m-" Y/N was interuppted by IV tearing his mask off and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled back, seeing his crimson eyes in their full glory, alongside how his back teeth were as sharp as his canines. Her eyes darted from one inhuman feature to another, which caused IV to panic. He turned to the mirror behind him to realize what he had revealed to her. He crawled backwards before he reached the foot of the bed.

"No, I shouldn't be doing this. Not to you."

"IV, I'm not scared of you!"

"You don't get it. This pain you feel, it's some sick way of getting to to sleep with me. Some fucking power I can't control. God, you may not even love me."

"Excuse me?"

"This attraction you feel to me is because some ability I harbor. You don't love me. You can't, it's not possible. I need to go."

"IV, wait."

Y/N pulled out a small necklace hidden behind her shirt, and revealed it to IV.

"Vessel gave me this the day I got the job. Said I would need it or you four would give me a headache." Y/N pressed her hand against IV's chest. "It's so none of your guys' weird mind controlling powers can get to me. IV, I fucking give a shit about you and there's nothing you can do to change that. The fangs, the eyes, the fact that you're a damn incubus. Nothing, will ever change that, you hear me?"

IV paused, and his lips crashed into Y/N's again. She wrapped his arms around him, pulling his hood down. After scooting into his lap, he pressed her against the bed. Her hands were entwined in his hair, as he dived in for another kiss, this one being more hungry than the last.

"Are you okay, with this, with, all of this?" IV whispered against her neck.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna add onto a few years of your life because of this right?"

IV snickered and pressed another kiss to her lips, entwined the fingers of one of his hands with hers. In another kiss, her tongue grazed one of his sharp molars, but the two ignored the coppery taste left behind.

He pulled his heavy jacket off before beginning to kiss and bite softly around Y/N's collarbone, mumbling praises after every single one, drawing a small moan from the bottom of her throat.

"I'm sorry." IV apologized again, and Y/N mumbled a "why" in response.

Her eyes shot open, realizing that she was still in the hotel room. It was almost pitch black, and a figure emerged from the darkness, crawling onto the bed next to her.

"We're finishing this outside of the dream." IV tossed his mask, jacket, and shirt onto the chair by the window before crawling above Y/N and resuming where he left off.

Y/N practically ripped off her shirt, as she placed her hand on his clothed member, earning a moan from him, which he attempted to stifle with another kiss.

"Oh no darling." IV smirked, hooking his fingers along the waistbands of her shorts and undergarments. "I think this part should just be, about you."

He dove in almost immediately, and she could feel her walls clench at the mere exposure of herself to him. IV licked slowly, up and down her slit, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.

"Oh my god IV..." She moaned, holding onto him by the locks of his hair.

He pressed 2 fingers against her slit, before rubbing small circles on it. IV leaned into another kiss, before his kisses started trailing down her chest. Almost instantly, he pressed 2 fingers inside of her.

"So wet for me huh?" IV chuckled, in an attempt to stifle a small moan from himself, as he felt his member grow harder against his pants. "Fucking beautiful."

"IV please just..."

"What do you want, darlin'?" His eyes were glowing red at this point, and for once, he didn't care for it.

"I want to-"

"What do you want?" He pulled both of his fingers out of her, placing them into his mouth, and closing his eyes before letting out a small groan. "Fuck, you taste delightful."

IV was in a rush to rid himself of his pants and his own undergarments, before pressing small kisses on Y/N's neck again. She could feel how soaked she was, how even the insides of her thighs were coated with her own juices. And this new sight, made her walls clench at nothing.

"Please IV. Just please..."

"You want me inside you, sweetheart? That what you want?" IV tapped his member against her slit a few times, a sadistic chuckle leaving his mouth as Y/N's desperate attempts to gain friction were fruitless. "I need to hear you say it."

"Fucking hell, IV, I need you to fuck me for God's sake!"

"Anything for you darling, anything for you." He aligned himself before pressing into her.

Y/N let out a loud gasp, as she underestimated how large his member actually was. Wrapping her arms around him, she clawed at his back, earning a small growl from him. His pace was slow and deadly. IV made sure that the two of them would savor every single moment of this event. While Y/N was reduced to a pool of moans, IV's occasional growl or low chuckle seemingly made her worse. It took only seconds before IV had kept hitting the right spot, over and over. He leaned in, sinking his teeth into her neck, as if she didn't have enough marks already. Y/N returned the favor, leaving small hickies up and down his neck, to which he responded by crashing his lips into hers while his cock was still buried deep inside of her.

"You gonna cum for me darling?"

Y/N could only moan in response, as she felt IV's warm breath on her neck again, the precursor to the feeling of sweet release that hit both of them simultaneously. IV landed on his back next to her, entwining his fingers with hers again.

"Was that, uhm, good?" IV turned his neck to face her.

"IV, that, was the best thing. Ever." Y/N let out a small laugh, proceeding to cuddle more into him. "I'm just a bit tired now, that's all. "

IV's fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal shade of blue.

"Still can't believe we went from terrified to talking to each other to..."

"You having sex with an incubus? Well, there's a first time for everything I guess."

"Do you still feel like you want to kill III?"

"No." IV mumbled, placing his head atop hers as there bodies pressed against each other's softly. "We belong to each other now, and I think we have enough marks to prove it. Now, darling, you can rest. Because in your waking moments, know that I will be there too."

"Good night IV." Y/N pressed her face against her chest. "I-I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. I love you too." He smiled.

~fin~

A/N

WOOOOOO IT'S OVER yeah there may be a part two. Perhaps? Mayhaps? Anyways I hope yall liked it, and I hope my smut wasn't awful because I am TIRED like DAMN. But still, once again, I hope yall enjoyed and I will see you in the next one!! <3 the chances of the next one being less horny and more wholesome are high.

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[hidden-ember]

take me past the edge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[arueternity]

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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[funera1pyre]

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

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

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

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

“… well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

he never kept his eyes off of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#holiday hoes event #sleep token fanfic #sleep token vessel #vessel x reader #vessel smut #ii sleep token #iii sleep token #iv sleep token #sleep token ivy #sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #smutty headcanons #smutty drabble #christmas #christmas prompts

[m0chac0ffee]

Can't stop thinking about this one headcanon where Vessel has you on your knees, edging him while he's recording his vocals in the studio to add more desperation to his voice :((

I need a writer to make this into an actual fanfic NOW.

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[stonedstargazer666]

Ok, so personal head cannon This might have already been done, I'm not sure. i'm sorry if it has. this popped in my brain last night and I can't get it out of my head. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

but I feel like Vessel would be like a soft dom, with a Hella mean streak. well what I would consider a mean streak...

Like Him being all nice and sweet prepping you. Treating you like the pillow Princess/Prince you are. His hands running over your body, with feather light touches. Religiously mapping every curve, dip, hallow, you have. Pressing soft, ticklish kisses to your stomach. Whispering nothing but praises about how good you're being, how responsive you're being, how soft you feel under his hands. how your moans and little noises are like the purest music to him. Making you come undone so prettily.

Then something just snaps inside him, and he just starts going to town. Unleashing growls, using his height to his absolute advantage (I'm 5 6 ish, and Vessel is what 6 7? anyway I digress) Absolutely manhandling you into whatever positions he wants you to be in. Whispering the most ungodly filthy things into your ear, just to make you more needy. Bringing you to the edge multiple times, only to rip away any chance of release from your overstimulated body. Leaving bite marks in places only he will ever see, and touch. Teasing you until you're begging to cum, then only then does he really fuck you. Ripping orgasm after orgasm from you, even becoming slightly condescending when you start whimpering about it being too much.

But when everything is said and done, he is the fucking king of aftercare. making sure that you're ok, making you drink some water. drawing a hot bath for you to soak, washing your hair for you. scrubbing you down gently. Gently talking with you as you come back to earth. Helping you with your nightly routine, moisturizing, soft comfortable pj's. Making you tea, or whatever you desire. Definitely loves to watch shows that make you giggle uncontrollably, because he loves hearing that sweet sound. Holding you close as you dose off in his arms.

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[eepwriting]

Pretty Sounds ✶ IV x Fem! Reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, drinking, recording (with consent), oral (f receiving), fingering

mdi!!!

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When iv suggested that you come stay with him for a couple days, you jumped at the opportunity. He would be leaving for tour soon and you both knew the chances of seeing each other for more than a day were slim to none.

You had your own responsibilities back home. Work, pets, your own friends and family to tend to and an apartment to keep up with. So touring with him and or taking multiple days off of work was just not in the cards for you.

The past few days had been exciting, relaxing and exhausting. You had visited iv plenty of times at this point but he was always excited to show you around the place where he grew up. Excitedly dragging you to his favorite spots, detailing stories from his youth, and of course taking your picture in front of every building you said was cool or pretty.

With all the fun and exploring, iv still had his own work responsibilities to deal with. Whether it be practice or meetings with the rest of the team, he and everyone else wanted to make sure the tour ran smoothly. Some days he’d be gone from sun up to sun down, always apologizing for leaving you alone all day.

You fully understood what you were getting yourself into when the two of you started dating so you never gave him a hard time about it. You had brought plenty of things to keep yourself occupied.

So when iv kissed you on forehead this morning and said he’d be back late, you were of course a little disappointed but knew you could keep yourself busy.

The day had actually gone relatively quickly. You spent the day reading, watching a couple episodes of the show you were currently trying to catch up on and cleaning up around the apartment.

After the kitchen was near spotless, you opened the fridge and spotted a bottle of wine that had been chilling for the past few days. You couldn’t remember where it had come from, only that iv “took one sip and gagged” so you knew that he wouldn’t be disappointed if you had a couple drinks. Grabbing a wine glass, you poured a small amount and took a tentative sip. It wasn’t the worst thing you had ever tasted but also not good by any means. Dry and notes of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Eh, it’d do the trick.

Needing to bathe and feeling the soreness in your legs and back from all the walking you’d done this week, a hot bath sounded like the perfect way to end the day. With your glass and the bottle of wine you made your way to the bathroom. After plugging the drain, you turned the water to almost the hottest setting and watched the tub start to fill.

You wanted some bubbles, so you opened the cabinet under the sink in search for anything that’d do the trick. Settling on some of iv’s old body wash.

After stripping and pulling your hair into a loose bun, you stepped into the tub. The hot water felt great on your sore muscles and when paired with the wine that was already working its magic, you started to feel a little sleepy. You didn’t want to fully fall asleep, deciding to scroll through your phone for a while and sip on your wine.

Some time had passed, how much? You couldn’t really tell. All you knew was that the water was significantly cooler than before and that there were only about 3 sips of wine left in the bottle. Not wanting to get out quite yet, you closed your eyes for a minute and laid your head back against the wall. You found yourself humming a tune of a song you couldn’t remember and through your humming, thought you heard the sound of a door closing. It was a little hard to tell in your tipsy state.

Hearing soft footsteps and a creak at the bathroom door, your heavy eyes opened to reveal iv leaning against the doorframe.

“Hi baby!” Your hand came up in a small but excited wave. IV cracked a smile and could definitely tell you had been drinking just by the way you said those two words.

“Hi. You been having fun?” Said with a small chuckle. He fully stepped into the bathroom and took a seat on the closed toilet.

“Oh yeah. I figured you wouldn’t mind if I drank some of the delicious wine. You know, since you think it’s so gross.” You giggled slightly, hearing yourself slurring certain words.

“Hmm, how much did you drink?” He reaches down to pick the bottle up. “Oh! The whole thing huh?” He says with a laugh and a surprised look on his face.

“Well I didn’t mean to.” You shrugged. “I think time got away from me a little bit.” You held up your thumb and pointer finger in an effort to show how long you’d been in the bath.

“It’s okay.” He laughed. “I’m just glad you’re drunk here and not somewhere else.”

You rested your head against the lip of the tub, the coolness feeling nice against your temple. “Come here, I missed you.” You reached an arm out towards iv, ignoring the small drops of water hitting the floor.

He gladly took your hand and slid off the toilet seat to kneel down next to the tub. Your wet hands slid up and around his neck to pull him into a hug, his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m getting you all wet.” You said.

“Mm it’s okay, I don’t mind.” You felt him squeeze you a little tighter and place a kiss on your shoulder.

The two of you stayed that way for a short while before pulling away. IV looked down at the wine bottle, picked it up and finished off the rest of the wine, not without a deep look of disgust. “This shit is horrible, how did you drink this whole thing?” He wipes his mouth.

“I don’t really know, it started to taste okay after a while.” You reached out for him again. He let you pull him to you and wrapped his arms around you again. To say you got a little touchy when you drank was a slight understatement and now having iv home and touching you, you couldn’t help yourself. Turning your head, you started placing small kisses on his neck and jaw. Small kisses soon turned into open mouth ones and the quiet groans coming from iv only egged you on more.

“Mm, do you need something?” He asked, gently pulling your head up and away from his neck to look at you.

You giggled slightly. “Kind of.” You leaned in to place kiss on his mouth, which he gladly accepted. Both his hands on the side of your face, he deepened the kiss.

He moved to your cheek and jaw, placing kisses here and there. “Well, can I help you with that?” He mumbled.

You laughed “Yes, please.”

“Drain the tub and I’ll get your towel, okay?” He placed a final kiss on your lips and pulled away to stand.

You pulled the drain plug and moved your wine glass and bottle to the side before standing up. Shivering from the cooler air hitting your skin, you gladly accepted the towel iv handed you. He grabbed your hand to help you step out of the tub and soon started running his hands up and down your arms and sides. Simultaneously helping you dry off and warm up. “Don’t forget your legs.” He took the towel from you once your top half was dry, kneeling down to dry the front and back of your legs. Before standing, he placed a couple kisses on your stomach and thighs, almost as if he couldn’t help himself.

You whined slightly, begging him to stand up and stop teasing.

“Go lay down, I’ll clean up in here.” Tightening the towel around you, he gently pushed you out the door and towards the bedroom. Once there, you pulled the elastic from your hair, letting it fall. Making sure you were completely dry, you laid down, towel still wrapped around you as were still shivering. Iv returned shortly, crawling from the foot of the bed up to you. Bending down, he kissed you, fast and hungry, his hands wandering everywhere.

You couldn’t help the small whines and moans crawling up from your throat. The feel of all of him plus the alcohol creating a whole different sensation. He abruptly pulls away from you, eliciting another groan, this time purely from frustration.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Oh nothing baby. I think…the sounds you make are always pretty but tonight they sound extra nice.” He leans back in to place a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “You don’t have to say yes, but could I record your pretty sounds? Just for me to hear? You know for when I’m gone? Please.” He looks at you with the most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen so you couldn’t possibly say no. Plus the thought of him listening to you when he’s away and physically can’t have you, turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“Yes, of course baby.”

The look on his face akin to that of someone seeing snow for the first time, he rushes to fish his phone out of this pocket. Opening his camera, scrolling to the video setting, he presses record and sets his phone down next to your head.

“Thank you baby. Don’t be quiet now.” He resumes his messy kisses, trailing them down your neck. Grabbing both ends of the towel wrapped around you, he tosses them aside, letting out a quiet groan just at the sight of you. His mouth comes down onto one of your nipples, one hand on the other, tweaking and pulling. More moans fall from your mouth, everything feeling more sensitive than normal.

Your sounds seem to egg him on, almost turning him into an animal. He lightly digs his teeth into the flesh of your tit before making his way down your stomach, licking a stripe down along the way. When he meets the place you need his mouth most, you hear and feel him take a deep breath. His tongue comes out to draw small circles around your clit but never actually touches it. He continues his teasing for longer than you’d like before finally placing his tongue over your clit, sucking hard.

You moan loud, your hips bucking, finally getting what you want. You hear him slightly chuckle into you, the vibrations from him only helping more. He then licks a wide stripe from your opening up to your clit, again and again and again. You’re a moaning mess as this point but you want more.

“Baby, please.” You tap on his hand that’s been placed on your hip in an effort to keep you still.

“Hm, what do you want baby? Tell me what you want.” He takes a breath and looks up at you. You wrap your palm around two of his fingers, hoping he gets the hint. “Ohh, you want these?” He slightly wiggles his fingers with a dopey smile on his face.

You eagerly nod your head, not caring how excited you seemed. “Well get em wet for me.” His hand slides up your body, his pointer and middle finger tapping on your bottom lip. You slowly open your mouth, allowing him to place his fingers on your tongue. Mouth closed, you swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking a little for extra measure. IV looks up at you with a blank but dazed look, his eyes only focused on his fingers in your mouth. You grab his forearm before pulling his fingers out, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

A mumbled “shit” comes from him before his now wet fingers come down to draw tight circles over your clit before trailing down to probe at your entrance. You moan a frustrated moan just wanting to be fucked by his fingers before he finally pushes both in at once. Your breath catches in your throat, producing an almost silent cry from you. His thumb comes up to rub at your clit and it’s almost too much. Your mind foggy from the wine and lust, your body buzzing with pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut to completely melt into the sensations you’re feeling.

You feel iv at your side now, kissing on your chest and neck, all while his hand is still working between your legs. You open your eyes and turn your head to see him, placing a hand on the back of his neck, bringing his mouth to yours. You both moan into the kiss, your fingers threading through his hair. With his fingers and thumb still working you at lightning speed, you feel yourself getting close.

IV can tell and pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, whispering words of encouragement to you. “C’mon baby. Let go for me. You look so pretty like this.” He places a kiss on your mouth between every encouragement and praise. Before you know it, your release hits you like a truck, your head rolling back, a quiet but high pitched moan falling from your mouth. “There you go. So good for me baby.” You can barely hear him speak, too preoccupied by your own pleasure.

IV’s fingers continue to work you through your climax, only moving much slower now. You feel him placing lazy kisses everywhere and anywhere while you slowly come down from your high. His movements eventually stop all together before he pulls his fingers from you. His other hand comes up to pause the recording on his phone, which you had almost completely forgot about.

“I’m gonna love listening to this baby. Thank you.” He smoothes some of your hair down before placing a kiss on your forehead. You let out a lazy hum, still too dazed to give a proper answer.

You reach out for him “Now let me help you.” Your voice quiet and relaxed.

“Not yet pretty, I have to make up for all the time you’ve spent by yourself.” He says as he makes his way down to settle between your legs again.

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This is kinda long so I apologize. This is also my first time writing in like…6 years or something so I’m sorry if this is shit.

I’m currently taking requests so if you’d like to see anything in particular just use the request button on my blog :)

K thanks for reading. Bye bye

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[slptkns]

Can I have Poly sleep token x reader smut that has no one allowed to cum inside the reader but vessel and he gets so possessive over it once he cums he will already you somehow even wider to make sure it’s there and the others will look with him too jealous that they aren’t allowed to experience that and it just has vessel smirking his ass off (idk what came over me but yeah hope you enjoy lmao!)

OMG I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS YESTERDAY AND THE WHOLE ANSWER WAS FUCKING SENT TO THE SHADOW REALM SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT! I hope this answer is good though! I had so much fun writing this one!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Nasty raunchy, porn with literally zero plot, unprotected sex

A/N: UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S INSTANTLY NASTY LMAO. I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible! Like it's not specific 'hole' wise LOL.

Your eyes cut to Vessel and you paused. Vessel would always ask, and your answer was always the same. But, you felt comfort in knowing he always asked.

You were sprawled out on the bed, sticky from sweat and cum. Your breathing was ragged and your chest heaved. With eyes stuck on the slow moving ceiling fan you tried to calm your breathing.

“Think you’re up for another round?”

“Yes…” You nodded.

II almost went feral. His eyes widened and stepped forward, completely ignoring Vessel, who was sitting right beside you.

The four of them had a routine. After the foreplay, III and/or IV would get you first. They were softer, a little more gentle with you. While they all made sure you were comfortable in everything they did, III was the most careful with that. He was goofy and loved loving you. IV was soft in a more chilled out sort of way. He was taking his time with you and was slightly more serious than III.

II, on the other hand… He got excited very easily. II always got you second to last. The roughness was something you would look forward to. You liked the soft and sweet and slowness of III and IV, but II always hit different. He was definitely the most likely to throw you around and rail you until you were seeing stars. The balance was something you quite enjoyed.

Your eyes cut from Vessel and towards II. Vessel, smirking to himself, grabbed your hand for a moment, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. And then II reached you and you were pulled up from the bed and flipped onto your stomach.

Vessel released your hand, and instead opted for rubbing your back. He was not going to leave your side. Not because he didn’t trust the others, he just had plans of his own.

Cheek against the mattress and ass in the air, you waited for II’s next move. II angled himself and easily pushed into you. A soft mewl escaped your lips and your fingers intertwined with the covers.

“Look at you…” Vessel purred in your ear, “Taking him so well.”

You bit your lip and let out another cry of pleasure. Vessel couldn’t help but give you a toothy smile, so proud of how well you were doing with all of them. Your eyes shut tight and Vessel’s fingers ghosted over your knuckles, that were absolutely turning colors from the grip on those sheets.

II kept a steady, rapid pace. One that wasn’t too fast, but definitely quicker than anyone else’s. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through your room. All eyes were on you, everyone watched as II made you come undone for, what felt like, the umpteenth time that night.

It didn’t take much to really lose it. A soft mewl turned into you crying out for II as your entire body tensed and shook. You were so sensitive already, it did not take much to cum. Tears pricked your eyes and your breathing picked up again.

“Oh, my love~” Vessel sat up as he spoke, “You look so beautiful taking his cock. But you’ll look even better taking mine.”

II let out a growl, and his pace picked up, sloppy and fast. Vessel grabbed II’s forearm and gave him a look. It was enough to slow II down. He pulled out of you and pumped himself for a second, before releasing onto your back. A quiet moan came from II and you couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

The hold you had on them was something that could not be fucked with, ad you knew it..

And then, you remembered, it was finally Vessel’s turn. When they were all with you, Vessel always, always got you last.

“Are you ready, love?”

You only nodded at him. Vessel was slow to flip you back over on your back. You would definitely have a mess to clean up tomorrow… But you would worry about that tomorrow.

Vessel angled your hips upwards, and let you lie there on your back. You closed your eyes and steadied your breathing. When you reopened your eyes, II, III, and IV were standing closer, watching you and Vessel with intense eyes.

Vessel slowly pushed inside of you and when he pulled back out, your hips instinctively chased his. He smirked down at you and kept going.

Vessel was always a nice medium between II, II, and IV. They all loved and fucked you differently, and you loved them for that. Vessel was in control, even if you or the others felt they were, it seemed to be him every time. He was easily able to flip any situation, taking back any control he may have previously given to someone else.

“Look at me, love,” Vessel’s voice was low and gruff, “I want you to watch me.”

“Can’t even see your eyes-” You quipped back at him.

Vessel responded with a thrust and you moaned out, your eyes already having trouble staying on him. But, you obeyed as best you could.

Once again, there was just the sound of skin on skin. Your skin on fire from the stares of your boyfriends. Vessel leaned over you and began to groan. His noises were soft, quiet, and low, but fuck were they hot.

When he let out a soft whimper you could feel another orgasm coming. You cried out for Vessel, and your toes curled. One of his hands grabbed your thigh and he threw your leg over his waist. He kept going and you bucked your hips. Your back arched and you threw your head back.

Your thighs muscles clenched and you were wrapped around Vessel, keeping him deep inside of you. He moaned out words you couldn’t comprehend from seeing stars, and you felt him cum inside of you.

He fucked his cum into you and he smiled against your collarbone. When he finally moved, you were left on the bed and he crouched in front of you. You knew what was coming, but every time your body responded the same way.

Chills ran up your spine, hair standing on end, as Vessel’s hand landed on your thigh and pulled your legs apart. His cum was slightly running down your thigh and you peeked up at him. He was smirking at II, III, and IV.

He was saying something to them, but not aloud. They would keep some words between just the four of them, and by how Vessel was smiling something was being said. II, III,and IV looked at you and back at Vessel, their eyes dark and full of what you could only assume was jealousy. Jealousy from Vessel being the only one allowed to cum inside of you.

They never argued about it, not out loud at least. You were sure II, III, and IV would say something if it was that big of a deal. But at the moment? It caused jealousy and something to stir inside of them.

Vessel looked at you with a cheshire smile and you sat up, resting on your forearms, completely aware they were still staring at your lower half. You cocked a brow at him.

“They said you look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

“They did not say that!” You fell back on the bed and laughed. “They did not fucking say that!”

Vessel pouted at you, “They may have said other things, but they did say that.”

“Okay. I’m too tired to argue. Would someone like to help me clean up?”

#sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token ii x reader #sleep token iii x reader #sleep token iv x reader #ask #anon #answered

[spoiledleaff]

fantasy au where vessel is a newly ascended god that has usurped the kingdom's throne with the help of a forgotten deity named sleep and ii is his royal advisor and strongest general and iii is a sneaky little king of rogues with the aesthetic of a pirate and iv is the kingdom's most resourceful merchant with a special interest in alchemy and weapons and also they're in love and–

#...... #it's already in progress guys #i've had this au cooking for a long time but only recently have i found the motivation to return to it #you can all thank my grudge towards ticketmaster rn haha! #jkjk #but also vore and rain are lesbians #and my favoritism for aqua regia's and ascensionism's monster designs are showing #anyways can i interest you in too much world building with your smut today? #sleep token #wip #ooc leaf #spoiled writing #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #fantasy au

[heartbreakgrill]

Delicate: Vessel (Sleep Token); Pt. 5, "Is it cool that I said all that?"

A week passed, just like that. We had flown to Germany at the beginning of the next week, where we’d be for just fourteen days before we’d move onto France. 

Oliver and I didn’t have many chances to see one another. We were always on different wavelengths. Him, with rehearsals, vocal rests, writing sessions. Me, with the delicacies of travel. The only times we really saw each other were during breakfast or dinner, two places he’d been making a point to show up to. No one really noticed his newfound presence- no one but me, considering it seemed to previously be a way for him to spite my very existence.

His first appearance happened the very next morning after our conversation on the bus. After he kissed me like he was going off to battle, we rode the elevator up our floor, departed at my door, and just an hour later, he ended up texting me goodnight. That message alone was enough to have my heart beating crazily. 

The next morning, I was still feeling that aftershock while sitting at the breakfast table, talking to Ronnie about her brother’s baby. The elevator doors dinged, opening up like the literal gates of heaven. I barely paid any mind because everyone who normally came to breakfast was already seated at our table. But, I did spare a glance and caught sight of his dark figure, slinking towards us. I gave a second look, stumbling over whatever it was I had been saying to Ronnie. I covered up my stutter by clearing my throat, but she didn’t really notice, nor did she seem to care. Oliver sat at the end of the table, greeting everyone with his same simple nod. My heart was going again. 

I tried not to stare, tried not to even look at him for fear of melting on the spot, even when I felt his eyes burning into my face. I was blushing, bright red. My knee shook, nervously, under the table as I brushed my hair from my cheeks, behind my ears. I caught his eye from the corner of my own and he smiled, ever so slightly. 

I was done for, I knew it. 

It became a delight to see him at these meals, even if we never got the chance to speak to each other; even if, afterwards, he’d shoot back upstairs to his room. That was always my favorite part, when he disappeared from the table because, shortly after, he’d text me. 

Something like:

Oliver: your hair looked pretty today. 

Daisy: you looked alright 🤷

Oliver: wooooooow

I compliment you and this is how you treat me

Daisy: oh im so super sorry

Oliver, you are so handsome and gorgeous and amazing and awesome

Better?

Oliver: sure, sure 

That’s where most of our conversation took place, over text, especially that first week that whatever this was began to take place.

He’d text me good morning and good night, nearly every single day. He’d ask how my day was, ask me what sort of plans I had. I kept waiting for this question to evolve into another one, something like, “Wanna hang out later?” I’d settle for a damn booty call, if that’s what he wanted. I tried not to get frustrated when that first week drug on, knowing he was insanely busy. I couldn’t expect him to drop everything else and prioritize me. But, a small part of me hoped he would. 

I just wanted a little bit more of his attention. 

Luckily, I- eventually- got it.

We were in Germany for the next week. We flew out from Italy that Sunday, settled into our hotel in the early afternoon. I hadn’t planned anything for that Monday, hoping to just rest a bit, leisure across the city, maybe. I knew, too, that the band was off that day. Maybe a small part of me was making sure I was available in case he wanted to grace me with his presence. I wouldn’t admit it, though, because it just wasn’t healthy. 

But, my hopes amounted to something. 

At first, things seemed to regress. There were no messages from him on my phone. 

I thought about texting him first, but I felt strange doing so, like he’d be annoyed if I reached out instead. I then tried to ignore the sinking feeling that this put in my chest. Maybe he was done with me. Maybe he realized that this wasn’t ever going anywhere, especially considering we hadn’t so much as had an in-person conversation in a week. Luckily, I hadn’t slept with him. 

My mind began racing too much, so I pulled myself out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Sam was already gone. He told me yesterday that he, Cy, Adam, and Ronnie had made plans to go do something. He offered me to come with, but I really wanted to just laze about. There was an infinity pool and today was going to be one of the warmest days of the summer for this country. Soaking up the sun seemed like a good way to truly relax. 

So, I put on a bathing suit, slipped a sundress overtop, and rubbed sunscreen all over myself. I wasn’t about to battle a sunburn on top of jet lag. Then, I packed my purse with my water bottle, my latest book, headphones, and my wallet. Just as I went to grab my phone, sling my towel over my shoulder, head out, a knock came from the door. 

I turned to the sound with furrowed brows. Housekeeping wasn’t supposed to come until we told them to. And, as far as I knew, we hadn’t scheduled a cleaning. 

“Who is it?” I called out, stepping towards the door. 

“It’s me,” a low voice responded, hushed in volume. 

A thrilling excitement suddenly rushed through my veins. I tried not to rush over to the door and instead, forced myself to take slow steps. I set a hand on the handle, already feeling a shake in my bones. Just being this close to him pulled some sort of chemical reaction out of me. 

The door opened and Oliver turned his head straight, to really look at me. He had been checking over his shoulder, paranoid about any passerbyers. As soon as he saw me, he grinned, wide. Then, he didn’t hesitate to shove me back into the room, his hands on my hips, his lips grasping for mine. He threw the door shut behind him. 

It took me a second to find my footing. But, when I did, I became desperate, hungry. I tugged at the front of his hoodie in an attempt to get him as close to me as physically possible. Oliver ran a hand up my hip, across the front of my body, between my breasts, up around my neck. His fingers were slotted just beneath either side of my jaw. He pressed down, ever so slightly, to ensure my mouth stayed on his. 

As he kissed me, I could tell he was basically starved. This was even more evident when he nipped my bottom lip, drawing just the thinnest drop of blood. I moaned, involuntarily, at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin, though it was only for a millisecond. 

Oliver reared his head back, looking down at me with furrowed brows. He processed what had just happened, assisted by the size of my pupils and the way my lips sat, open, waiting for him to come back. A smirk twisted onto his lips, “Oh, darling…”

He pulled me back in, running his tongue across my bottom lip to clear the blood. My knees were weak. Luckily, he moved, so that he was sitting on the bed and tugged me down into his lap again. He didn’t hesitate to grab my ass, grip on my throat tightening a bit. He moved his lips to my cheek as his movements became painfully slow. 

“You’re so pretty, Daisy,” he whispered against the apple of my cheek. I felt his eyelids flutter across my skin as he moved away from my lips. I nearly shivered at the goosebumps, a stark contrast to the heat pooling all over my body. 

He moved his other hand to my neck, too, brushing the hair down over the back of my shoulder. In doing so, he placed his hand back where it had been. Then, his lips made their way to my bare skin, right where my neck curved into my shoulder. His sweet, soft kisses suddenly turned into small nips, his teeth tugging at my skin. 

I squeaked at the first one, but, then, as he carried on down my neck, I found pleasure in the nipping pain. I gripped at his shoulders, a hand moving to his hair, as my desperation took over my body. I couldn’t sit still anymore. I ground my hips down into his, eliciting a huffed breath from Oliver. I wanted to grin at the power I knew I had over him, but I really just wanted to stay as I was- putty in his hands. I didn’t want any control. I was his to use, his to manipulate. I would do whatever.

But, I did find a little bit of a rhythm in my hips, if only because I needed the friction. I was motivated when I knew it was making him feel good, too. As I did so, Oliver’s lips came to my skin again. They caressed the edge of my earlobe, where I could hear his sweet breathlessness. 

“Daisy,” he whispered, nearly moaning my name into my ear.  

I shuddered a sharp, audible breath at the sound of this. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him- everywhere. The anticipation, all of these long weeks- even just this one- it was killing me. 

I pressed my forehead against the side of his head, whispering my own words into his ear, “Oliver, please!”

He finally listened. His hand found the bottom hem of my sundress and he quickly tore it from my head. It landed somewhere across the room. Eyes still dropped shut, I went blindly for his hoodie. But, Oliver caught my hands in his, stretching my arms out on either side of us. 

I opened my eyes curiously, brows furrowed. His gaze was dragging itself down my swimsuit-clad body, a sly grin on his lips. I blushed at the look on his face and wanted to pull my arms back around myself. But, he held me open. He kept admiring. 

“Daisy, darling,” he rolled his eyes back up, over my chest, until he met my stare. A wider grin stretched across his face. “Daisy…you are gorgeous.”

I scrunched up my nose and looked down at our laps. He dropped our hands and took my face in his hold, pulling my eyes back to his. “Don’t do that. We’re not gonna do that, okay? Even if you have to pretend, I won’t let you be ashamed of yourself when we do this, okay? You are…so fucking beautiful.”

I took a deep breath as the sincerity of his words sunk into my skin. I nodded slightly. 

Oliver eyed my lips and slowly leaned back into me. This kiss was different. The hunger, the ferocity, slowed. It was almost…loving, gentle. But, then, I moved my hands back to his hair, tugged slightly, and he went back to ravishing me. 

I helped Oliver shed his hoodie. Then, I had my turn, admiring his toned chest, scarce of any dark makeup. I didn’t have to say anything to him. I knew that he could read all of my thoughts through my eyes. 

What I wanted to say, but couldn’t quite find the words to, was that he was something out of a Greek myth, something untouchable. Something that would never be real. 

I drug my fingers down his chest as he kissed me again. I undid his belt. When I tugged at his jeans, I found my footing on the floor, moving off of him, so he could stand to pull the pants down. His hands were back on my body in an instant. Though he began to tug me back on his lap, I had my own plans. Just as I began to crouch down to his knees, Oliver opened his mouth to protest, but-

A knock sounded from the door, followed by a taunting, “Daisy…”

Shit. 

Max. 

My spine straightened so fast, I thought it would snap in half. Mine and Oliver’s head whipped towards the door, my own gaze widened with utter shock. Oliver formed a fist with his hand, punching the palm of his other in slow defeat. 

He looked back to me, fear in his pupils, “What the fuck?” 

I shrugged defensively, bewildered. I went to whisper back when Max spoke again. “Daisyyyyyy, darling- I know you’re awake. Was wondering if you wanted to hang today, since we’re both free. Cmon, open up-“ he rapped his knuckles against the door again. 

Everything occurred in a desperate haste: Oliver rounded up his clothes, arms stuffed full of them, within five seconds flat. I tracked down his shoes as he did so. Then, I nearly pushed him onto the floor of the bathroom. He stumbled on his feet, barely catching himself on the counter. As the door fell shut, he shot me a panicked, worrisome expression that I could only scrunch my face up at. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, but he was acting like someone was here to murder him. 

I went to the door, sweating a bit, and lay a shaky hand upon the knob. Then, I realized I was half-naked and rushed to pull my dress back on. Before he could knock again, I let Max in, hoping I looked anything but suspicious. 

As soon as he came into view, Max was elbowing his way inside. He held a tray with two drinks and a small brown pouch that wafted a delicious smell past me. 

He carried an energy that was far too excited for my current nervous stature. “Good morning, darling! Sleep well? I sure did. What are your plans for the day? I’m thinking we lounge out by the pool for a few hours, maybe catch a late lunch, then hit the town? Drop by a few bars? Maybe we can round up the rest of the group, force Oliver out of his self-inflicted prison, have some fun? Yeah?” 

As he spoke, Max moved around the room, unloading one of the drinks into my hands, picking out a few napkins, presenting a pastry on the small desk in the corner, seating himself onto the bed all casually with a leg crossed over the other. When he finished, he took a slow sip of his coffee, brows raised expectantly 

I toyed with the lid on my drink, eyes darting nervously towards the bathroom. I knew it wasn’t true, but I almost felt like I could hear Oliver’s breathing. Smell his cologne. I worried Max would, too. 

Everything would be over. 

“Um-“ I cleared my throat. Then, I tried to relax my shoulders and approach Max with a friendly smile. “Yeah! Yeah, that could be fun. I was planning on going down to the pool anyway.”

“Wonderful, darling,” Max approved, “Well, why don’t you go ahead and finish getting ready and we’ll get going.” 

I looked around me, trying to remember where I had left off this morning, when Oliver had barged in and interrupted my routine. 

“I just need to grab my stuff, actually. I was heading out the door before O-“ I cut myself off from my explanation, lips pinched together in a way that I could only assume looked quite guilty. I swallowed thickly, ashamedly glancing towards the bathroom again. I tried to save myself, “before you started knocking, ha! What a coincidence!”

“Coincidence…” Max followed my glancing gaze. I snapped my eyes back forward, and he met me there. The edges of his pupils seemed to squint, like he was reading between the lines, but he didn’t say anything else. “Well! To the pool we go!”

We were in the clear…for now. 

-

Oliver: i am so fucking sorry 

Hes a prick

So fucking daft

God

I love him 

But what a bloody idiot

Daisy: LMFAO

I dont even know what to say 

I feel bad for you!!

Theres gonna be a witch hunt for you if anyone ever figures it out

Oliver: god dont remind me

Youre so worth it though

We spent hours poolside, like two beached whales, glistening with sweet sweat on our shoulders and sunscreen in our skin. I dipped into the water infrequently, if only to cool myself down, but spent most of my time finishing up a book (texting Oliver between its pages). I cursed Max for his lightly tinted shades, praying to whatever God above that he wasn’t side-eyeing me, that he couldn't see my illicit grins, my quick thumbs. 

I tried to get Oliver to come hang out with us. If I couldn't have him to myself, I’d take small doses of him with others. But, as vampiric as he was, laying by the pool was just not something he wanted to do. Besides, in his own words:

Oliver: I just wouldn't be able to be so close to you without doing something

Especially with you in that little bit of cloth you call a swimsuit 

I should be a dick and make you squirm

Make you think about me while you’re all peaceful by the pool

Make you think about my hands

My teeth

Daisy: Oliver…

Asshole

Oliver: sorry, darling

But after that incident with the cake?

And that bathing suit

Yeah i think it's my turn

(1 attached photo)

The heat outside was nothing compared to what I felt in my chest. I ensured my jaw was shut tightly, unwilling to let the saliva pooled in my mouth dribble down my chin. Then, I scrounged through my photo albums, cursing myself for having deleted my most intimate photos. Instead, I had to just stare (drool) at the one he’d sent- his hand, his bare stomach, the very edges of his pitch black boxers. 

I would never lose this game- I just couldn't. But, in this moment, I was! While I liked being submissive in the end, I enjoyed being the one doing the teasing. That slight upper hand I got from it gave me a headrush. I was, I guess…bratty. 

So, I watched Max carefully from the corner of my vision, thankful for my tiny bathing suit. I could make do- if he’d just leave. He was reading his own novel, hunched over a little bit. It had been a while since he’d gone to the bathroom or really even moved. He had to eventually.

My wishing on invisible stars worked because Max excused himself to the bathroom. He first paused to ensure I was doing okay. I thanked him for his concern with an urgent smile, quick nod of my head. And then he was gone. 

Daisy: I really don’t get what all this fuss is about. I think this suit covers me up just fine, don’t ya think?

(1 attached photo)

Oliver: behave, miss thing

You have no idea what’s waiting for you

Daisy: sure, sure

Needless to say, Oliver put me on the very edge of my seat all day. I only had the one photo that was taken in the heat of the moment. He had…an empty hotel room and an imagination like any other. He never let me see past those stupid boxers though, holding out on me to only intensify that anticipation. 

As was Max’s plan, we grabbed a late lunch. I had hoped we’d change beforehand, but he was so hungry, we had to rush out of the hotel. And, as per usual with Max, he took his good old time eating, strolling leisurely, dropping by every single shop that caught his eye. Don’t get me wrong- it was a lot of fun. I was grateful to have some one-on-one time with him. 

But, I knew what- who was waiting for me back at the hotel. So, I was a little distracted.

Eventually, the day was coming to a close. No one really wanted to go out drinking because the band had rehearsals early in the morning. Instead, we were all going to meet up for a light dinner in the hotel bar. 

I tried to escape Max as soon as we entered the hotel, but he insisted on walking me to my room. Meanwhile, Oliver was shooting me a dozen messages- he was in his room, he didn’t have a shirt on, and he was waiting for even the shortest possible breath that he could take at my lips. 

Max stood outside my door, yapping about some shop lady who had made a joke to us earlier. He kept laughing, kept going over the punchline. It was funny, sure, but I was literally trying to close the door between us, a forced smile aching on my cheeks.  We had to be at dinner in just half an hour and I needed to shower. I would sacrifice all that time for Oliver, but I was sure I smelled of sunscreen and sweat. I needed to rush under the hot water, and then rush into his arms. 

“Ha! Can you imagine? What kind of-” Max kept going. 

I faked another laugh, positive that one of my eyelids was winking shut, visibly displaying the max level of insanity that I felt right now. I took another step back into my room, preparing to bid farewell.

Luckily, Max caught sight of the time. “Holy shit, Daz,” he looked up from his watch, “it’s so late! Sorry to cut our wonderful day short, but we better hit the showers before everyone wonders where we’re at.”

“Ah! Good idea!” I bumped the heel of my hand against my head, shock on my face. Then, I pushed up onto my tiptoes to give him a short kiss to the cheek, “Thank you for today. I really just had the best time ever! Love you, Max!”

Then, as he began to respond, “Aw, darling, me, too! I love you-” I shut the door on him, “Oh- yep! I’ll see you in a bit!”

The speed at which I moved through that hotel room was sure to rip the carpet up off of the floor. I kicked off my sandals, sending one right into the window. It made a loud clanking noise, which I flinched at, before landing on Sam’s bed. But then I was already moving onto my sundress, tearing it off, ripping my swimsuit down my legs, over my head. Once those were off, I jumped in the shower, grateful that I didn’t need to wash my hair so I could do a quick rinse. 

I was back out of the shower as quickly as I’d gotten in, doing my hair up into a claw clip, pulling on an outfit that didn’t require much thought, but was still concise enough to be cute. I barely had my phone and purse in hand before I was shooting across the hall, like a chicken crossing the road. 

Oliver opened the door before I could even take a breath, tugging me in by my hips. 

He had my back pressed up against the door, one of his spare hands already holding the base of my throat like a goddamn rosary. His dark eyes stared down at me, hungry, like he was about to consume every inch of my flesh. I went to say something, brows already lifted on my face in their devious position. In the process, my hands fished for him, grabbing at his shirt.

In one easy moment, Oliver grabbed both of my wrists, stretching my arms up and above my head. He squeezed my throat, ensuring my eyes were on his. My back arched from the movement, my chest pushing through the air as a small whine escaped my lips subconsciously. 

Oliver drug his eyes down my body, smirking pleasedly at the movement he drew from my body. “We have five minutes. Shut the fuck up and be a good girl for me, yeah?”

“Okay.”

We weren’t really being realistic about how much time we would get together.

Two minutes later, Oliver was on his knees below me, his large hands bruising either one of my thighs, my hands were entangled in his hair, my underwear were somewhere far across the room, and his breath was ghosting my core. Just as he inched painfully, teasingly closer, someone was knocking on his door. 

It was my turn to hide as Adam and Cyrus ushered Oliver from his hotel room, excitedly telling him about some new song they’d just heard. After ensuring in the bathroom mirror that I didn’t look disheveled, I watched through the peephole as they neared the elevators. Oliver peered over his shoulder, the smallest of smiles on his lips. I rolled my eyes. Of course he’d find it funny- he was winning again. 

Then, when the hallway seemed clear, I quickly left his room and tried to casually make my way down to the dining room.

Oliver was trying not to laugh, I just knew it- his lips were pressed together, a humored look in his eyes as he pretended to be occupied with the potatoes he mashed around with his dinner fork. I glared at him as I approached the table. 

Then, Sam was talking to me, asking me and Max about our busy day and I had to pretend like their best friend hadn’t just been on his knees for me. 

This was killing me. 

-

Surely, I thought to myself as dinner came to a close and everyone began heading to bed, surely we would find the time. Surely our luck wasn’t that bad. We’d get some time alone- we just had to. 

So, as the elevator that Sam, Ronnie, and I caught closed, and carried us to the fifth floor, I quickly texted Oliver. I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping, praying, wishing this would work. 

Daisy: soon as Sam goes to bed, i can be over

A heavy heat of anticipation sat right on top of my chest, shooting off butterflies in my stomach, making me breathless when I said goodnight to Ronnie.

I waited, patiently, for about an hour- no, exactly an hour and ten minutes. I waited an hour and ten minutes for Oliver to text me back. I stared at the numbers in the top middle of my phone screen as I pretended to read a book. Then, when Sam lay down and shut off all the lights, I rolled onto my side, the dim glow of my screen filling my corner of the room. My eyes glazed over numerous times while each little number morphed into the next. Slowly but painfully surely, the delightful anticipation began to dissipate. 

I really wanted to be chill, to be normal and casual and just…go to bed. Accept that maybe he had fallen asleep, maybe his phone had died. Pretend like there wasn’t a small hole sinking in my stomach. 

But, I saw him begin typing forty minutes in. 

And then he stopped. 

And I still waited another half an hour for him to respond. 

He never did.

- 

The next morning, I was able to forget about it. 

I focused on the productive conversation we’d had in the bus, the one where he set a boundary with me, where he told me he couldn’t really offer me much in terms of connection or romance. The one where I practically begged him to just have me in whatever way he could. 

And, I forced myself to stop worrying about the fact that he never responded. The world, after all, did not revolve around me. I needed to be reminded of that and have patience with him. Besides, I wasn’t going to allow myself to feel that- disappointment. Small bits of heartbreak. This meant basically nothing, right? We were just hooking up, hanging out. It wasn’t that big of a deal, like we discussed. 

I’m chill with that.  

I ate breakfast with the band, discussing with Ronnie some of the best tourist attractions that she suggested I seek out. Oliver was a little late this morning, feet dragging a bit. When I saw him round the corner to the dining room, I sat up just a bit. He seemed tired as he took a seat at the opposite end of the table, hoodie up, as per usual. He didn’t really touch any of his food, but instead nursed a cup of tea. So, I ignored the sinking feeling that came when he didn’t even look at me. 

He showed up. That’s what really mattered. 

I tried not to be distracted as Ronnie told me about some sort of monument, but it was a struggle when my concern for Oliver was as relevant as it was. There was just something off about him…and it almost felt like it had to do with us, with me. Or maybe I was just reading into things a little too much. Again. 

Everyone else finished up their breakfast before me. So, the group broke off before long, a few headed out the door to the venue, some up to their rooms to grab last minute items. I watched as Oliver straggled behind Adam and Cyrus, towards the elevators. When he first stood to follow them, I tried to meet his eye, tried to shoot him a reassuring, encouraging smile. He evaded my gaze. My shoulders dropped a little. 

When they were out of sight, I took my phone out and grappled with texting him. I felt like I should, just to see if he was okay. But, then, the part of me that knew there was nothing serious between us fought against that want. It wasn’t weird, right? If I texted him, just to see how he’s doing? 

But, then, come to think of it…he never even said good morning to me. So he probably just wanted to be left alone. I should probably just read the signs he was clearly giving and just provide him with some space. He didn’t need me up his ass at every waking moment, constantly expressing my concern for his every move. Especially not after the conversation we’d just had. 

I felt a little insecure, a little worried, going back over every interaction we’d had like I was responsible for a grown man’s feelings. I pushed aside the overthinking my brain was ruminating on and decided to just get up, to just get started with my day. 

This thing between us was not going to work out if I overanalyzed his every breath, if I let it all get to me. I needed to chill out- just be chill. Cool. 

I headed for the elevators, purse slung over my shoulder. The doors were already opened, so I stepped inside. When I faced forward, Oliver was there, following me in, my name barely a greeting off his lips. 

“Daisy…”

“Oliver, hey-”

He interrupted me, lips on mine before I could even take a breath. I was taken aback, just briefly, before getting swept up in his soft touches, his hungry mouth. My purse slid off my shoulder. Oliver’s fingers caressed my cheek, my hip, pushing into me until my back was against the wall. 

We kissed until the bell dinged, signaling that the doors were opening up to our floor. Oliver pulled back, quickly distancing himself from me. His chest heaved a little, out of breath from our encounter. His pupils were shot, wide, blown up. I furrowed my eyebrows as I carefully eyed him. I was trying to read between the lines here, but I couldn’t. 

And he was gone before I could ask for any answers from him. 

-

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, rubbing moisturizer into my freshly clean face. Taylor Swift was playing softly on my phone, a subtle soundtrack to my evening routine. It had been another long day of perusing across Europe. My feet ached from the 10 miles I’d walked,  my stomach was full from the delicious dinner I caught on the way home, and my brain was buzzing with all of the sights and sounds I’d taken in. I was going to cherish these evenings for the rest of my life. 

I had even managed to stop worrying about Oliver, had let the pitiful racing thoughts that had been taking up space in my mind fall away. I was going to be cool about it. I was going to be the chill, casual girl. 

What we had, what we were doing, was just hooking up. We hadn’t explicitly agreed on keeping any strings to ourselves, but Oliver had told me he couldn’t really offer any in the first place. And that was okay! It’s not like I needed to be in a relationship anyways. I was going back to school in the fall and I’d probably, honestly, never even see him again after this summer. 

Casually hooking up with someone would probably be good for my development, anyways. It would teach me to become more comfortable with my body, to be more patient, to be more understanding. To just chill the fuck out, honestly.  Yeah, I’d totally gotten rid of those racing thoughts…ha. 

Anyways, even though I wanted to text him, to see what was going on, to see if he was okay, I just wasn’t going to. I was gonna tuck myself into bed, get a goodnight’s rest, and prepare myself for another long day. Focus on me, my happiness, my health. 

My plan was going well, too. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Then, at around midnight, I woke to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. 

I lazily brought the device to my ear, murmuring some sort of greeting through half-lidded eyes. “Hello?”

“Come over.”

“What- hello? Oliver?” I sat up in bed, a little jolted by the situation. I spoke in hushed whispers, eyes on Sam’s figure to ensure that he was passed out still. 

Oliver’s voice replied in an exhausted tone, “I can’t sleep. Come over.”

I took my sweet time, not wanting to seem desperate, not wanting to be at his beck and call. I pulled a hoodie down over my torso before slipping out of the room. I guided the door shut, flinching when it clicked a little louder than expected. Once I was sure the hall was clear, I headed towards Oliver’s door.

He must have been watching from the peephole, waiting for me to arrive, because as soon as I made it, the door was open and he had his hands on me again. His touch was more desperate than ever before, fingers harsh, tongue rough. 

I could barely gasp for air as he gorged on my lips, overfeeding himself. I was growing more concerned for his mental health, considering it seemed like he was displacing whatever he was feeling onto me. I probably already knew what was going on- the stress of the tour, of making the next album, it was all getting to him. 

He barely had any time to himself anymore, barely had any chances to breathe, to execute self care. He was overworking himself. He was just exhausted. 

I felt guilty kissing him, touching him. It felt exploitive and dirty.

So, when his hands traveled down my body, up under my hoodie, to my pants, I brushed them off of me. I took a big step away from him, reaching out my own touch to keep the distance between us.

“Oliver-” I took a deep breath, trying to ground my dizzy head.

His eyes were bloodshot. He hadn’t tasted like alcohol, so I assumed he must be high. Or he had been crying. I didn’t really know which one. 

Whatever exhaustion pooled in his gaze dissipated as it was replaced with worry. He took a small step towards me, palms out in a wary manner. “I’m so sorry- what is it? Are you okay, darling? What did I do?”

My jaw was a little slack, concern drowning my features and tone. “No, no- nothing! Sorry- nothing! You’re good. We’re good. I promise.”

He breathed a sigh of relief as his shoulders slumped a bit forward. “Thank fuck. I thought I hurt you or something.”

“I mean you were being a little rough, but that’s okay,” I managed a breathy chuckle.

Oliver ran hand through his hair, glancing around the room, to his feet, back to me. “Why’d you stop, then? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” I emphasized, “I’m more worried about you.”

Oliver sighed, loudly, posture dropping a bit more. He wiped his face as he looked away from me again. “Why?” He sounded annoyed with me. 

“I’m not gonna pry, cause I know it’s not my business, but…”

“It’s not,” he cut me off. 

I reared my chin back. I thought carefully, choosing my words delicately, as I crossed my arms over my chest, “I know. I know it’s not my business. I just- just want-”

“What?” He spoke impatiently. 

“Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Oliver didn’t respond. He stared at the floor beside my slippers, as though he could bore a hole with his eyes, sink into it, and slip away from this moment. I looked past his head. I didn’t want to pressure him with pervasive eye contact. 

Then, after a minute or two, I heard him sniffle. I still didn’t move too much, but ran my eyes over his face. He wiped away a few tears. Oliver bit into his bottom lip, which wobbled around a bit. He didn’t want to give into the emotions overwhelming his nervous system, but he was going to have to.

I couldn’t hold myself away from him any longer. He needed connection, touch, gentleness. So, I walked right up to him and hugged him, tugging his head down into the crook of my neck. I felt his arms squeeze my entire self into him, like an anchor at his shores, calming his seas. 

For the next twenty minutes, we stood there, my heart sitting just underneath his own, beating into one another. He didn’t really cry too much, probably unwilling to. I didn’t like to cry in front of others either. It was vulnerable, too vulnerable. 

We just hugged each other. I caressed my fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him, to provide solace. He just squeezed me back, tight as ever. It felt really good. I wasn’t going to pull away first, but he eventually did. 

He let out one of those embarrassed laughs, wiped the tears clean off his cheeks, and moved to sit on the bed. I offered a kind smile, but still didn’t say anything. He would come to me with whatever was on his mind whenever he felt ready to. 

“Sorry…about- that. Probably, uh- probably weird.”

“Not at all,” I waved him off, moving slowly towards him. 

He looked up to me, his palms resting on the edge of the bed, and motioned for me to sit. I did. 

“I’m just…just tired,” he shrugged. 

I knew it was more than that. I knew that he harbored a lot of negative feelings towards himself, something he had confirmed for me just last week. He held himself up to a crazy standard and, of course, never met those expectations. No human being ever could. 

I wouldn’t convince him of this fact, not in just one moment together. But, I could tell him one thing that he probably needed to hear. Something he’d value and treasure for longer than just a moment. 

“I’m proud of you,” I spoke softly, turning my head to meet his eyes. 

He didn’t say anything. He just swallowed, rubbed his lips together, thought long and hard. Then, he glanced away, brought his eyes back to mine and nodded, just once. I saw the words slot themselves into his mind, stored away for just him to hold onto. I knew he valued my opinion, so even though it wouldn’t fix his issues, it would provide some support. Support was the only way to get to recovery, to healing. 

Oliver set his hand on mine, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “When I first met you, you told me you were trying to discover life this summer. To find deeper meaning. The more I get to know you, the more I disagree with that.”

“Oh?” I furrowed my brows. “And why’s that?”

“It’s just not accurate,” he shrugged, “you have so much meaning. You’re…you’re so sweet. And kind. And intentional with everything you do. You put so much goodness out with even just your gaze. I just…”

I stared up at him with, I’m sure, these big dopey eyes. Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I really like you, Oliver.”

He frowned slightly as he brought a hand to my face, thumb brushing the apple of my cheek. I searched his eyes and couldn’t find the answer needed for what I had said. So, the distant smile on my face twisted upside down, worry lacing my features. Had I gone too far? 

“I know, darling,” was all he said. 

Moments of silence passed between us. 

I knew he couldn’t give me much, but maybe now that my feelings were out there, clear as day, written in the sand, maybe it would help him feel more secure about whatever this was. Maybe he’d jump in with me. After all, I was scared, too. Hell, as of this morning I wasn’t looking for a relationship. But- we could be good together. He could be good for me. I know I would be good for him. 

Maybe we could l-

“I don’t know that I communicated this to you well enough,” Oliver went on. 

“It’s okay…”

Oliver glanced away, seemingly ashamed of whatever he was gonna say. “I can’t be in a relationship with you, Daisy. I just…I’m not good. I’m not ready. I don’t want to hurt you. I think you deserve better. We’re on different paths- I have a million excuses.”

I don’t know how I managed to avoid the tears because I could feel them threatening me from behind my eyes. But, I did. I put on this facade, acted out the role. Stood, nodding slowly, painting a sweet smile on my face.

“It’s okay. I understand. I’ll just…I’m gonna leave,” I headed for the door.

But, Oliver was grabbing my hand. “I don’t want you to. I know it…it’s so selfish of me, but I want you anyways. We have two more months before you have to go home- so who says we can’t just be casual, have fun for the rest of summer? I’d…I know I can’t ask that of you, but…I’d like that.”

I would hate him for this. I would hate myself for it, too. 

But, having pieces of him was better than nothing. 

I could push aside my feelings- fuck, I was already getting good at it. 

I would be the cool girl, even if it killed me.

Even if it killed us. 

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[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Imagine you and iii living together and you're making dinner one night and he just walks up behind you gently caressing your hip, he kisses your neck lightly

"whats for dinner tonight babe?" He asks softly, his breath tickles your ear lightly.

"its very obviously spaghetti" you chuckle, as you continue to stir the red sauce in the pan you feel him pull you closer.

"always making my favorite hm" he whispers out lightly. before giving you a spin and planting a soft kiss on your lips. he looks down at you. the warmth in his eyes grows more and more everyday. he comes close to your ear once more "this is why you're mine"

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[arueternity]

Little Late Now

Hey lovies it's been a bit, I got bored and decided to write this due to the server. Much love! Tags: Hand job, teasing, gender neutral, slight mentions of breeding kink. 18+

As of recently II has been wearing less and less clothes for the rituals, going as far as only wearing his mask and shorts during the hottest of days. You understood where you lover was coming from see as you too get ready and watch them play. But you also knew that the drummer would need help applying his charcoal paint in a reasonable amount of time. Somehow you had convinced him to allow you to do that, rubbing the deep paint against his smooth skin. Holding eye contact with him as his breathing hitches turning into a soft gasp, your fingers running closer and closer to the male’s v-line. “Baby now isn’t the time.” He protests against your hand. The same hand he was pushing his hips into, chasing the delicious friction of your touch. His own hand wrapping around your wrist as he subconsciously pulls you closer into cupping his bulge, fuck was it getting harder and harder to control yourself around him. You bite at your lip, gently squeezing your grip, leaning closer to nose just under his mask. You place gentle kisses as II hisses, eyes rolling back into his head, hips now bucking into your touch. “Fuck it, let me jerk you off.” You whisper close to his ear, other hand already moving to pull his cock out of his shorts.  He whines softly at the touch of skin-on-skin contact, a small bead of pre cum already forcing at the tip of his cock. You look down before smirking at him as you use the pre to help glide your hand across his cock. II whimpers, grabbing onto your hips, thrusting shallowly into your very loose grip.

He huffs softly as you kiss at the already painted skin of his neck, “Don’t be a fucking tease not now…”  II wraps his hand around yours, tightening the grip on his cock.

He looks at you with lust-filled eyes, nodding down to his cock, “Spit,” He says simply motioning for you to spit on the shaft of his cock. You gather as much spit in your mouth as you can before allowing the string of spit to slowly drip onto his cock. He groans, satisfied with the new lube since the frication had gotten to a bad point.

II’s hips now push rapidly into your fist, his hands not allowing yours to move more than a simple twist here and there. Your own arousal getting to you, making you ache for the male, sadly you both knew there was not enough time to prep you to take his cock.

“Ah-ah fuck!” The drummer moans rather loudly in the dressing room, his eyes rolling back into his head as your other hand moves to touch his hanging balls. Seemingly as you kiss and bite at the male’s neck, he gets closer and closer to the edge. Your own mouth covered in the dark charcoal paint from his neck.

The arousal between your legs getting wetter and wetter as the seconds pass, as your lover gets closer to the brink of his orgasm. You begin to feel the soft heartbeat due to how lustful the sight in front of you is making you. Your own whine being let out, your grip twisting as you whisper dirty words into II’s ear, “Baby come on, paint me with your cum…” His hips jerk, “Fill me up and breed me~” His much louder moan cutting you off.

The male’s cock twitches, squirting rope after rope of semen onto the front of your shirt, “Fuck baby, Imma breed the fuck out of you after this.”

You giggle softly, removing yourself from your lover and looking him over. II is a mess of sweat, paint, and hickies. But he was your mess to clean up and remake any time you believed fit. Maybe that was why he was extra lively at the show.

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[polteergeistt]

i feel like this is a safe space for me to say i have been drooling about the broken sticks since that motherfucker posted those bc like... he must know what it does to us.... right....? rIGHT????!!!!! also now i wonder which song was that, i've been in the fandom a short while now but i think someone would have pointed it out if he broke sticks live, he always looks so calm and collected in concertsss i cANNOT TAKE IT mr II i beg you tell me what got you so worked uppppp

Oh I know what happened.

He is very calm and collected on stage. However, during rehearsals, when his boys are not restricted by the eyes of the crowd, sometimes, well... accidents happen.

Horny below.

First of all, Vessel likes to mess around with his voice and to make some noises here and there. For some reason, he decided that he might work on moans and whimpers that one time. He plays with sharp inhales and exhales, breathy moans at the end of the words, and lets out a few unholy sounds when he feels like it.

Then there is IV with his bubble butt and thiccc thighs, strutting around the room with his brand new gorgeous guitar like a model or a stripper. II can't always tell the difference. He walks around, does a few dance steps and keeps going. He also trains himself to show his throat well and he tests how far he can push his fingers through his mask. A lot of teasing, usually to get the crowd on fire, but if there is no crowd to rile up, he has to tease someone else, doesn't he ?

And as for III... I mean look at him. He is drop dead gorgeous and a brat. II's ultimate weakness. The bassist can't help but mess around and do weird things and sometimes these weird things turn out to be very arousing. Also he does this thing where he just folds and kinda headbangs. He is basically presenting his ass to him. And his hair looks awfully good to pull on.

Or, shorter answer, someone was edging him while he was playing. And that someone would be me.

This post of the broken drumsticks is mainly a warning for those who made him break them, but he just couldn't help but be proud.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 11. aphrodisiacs

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “picture perfect”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

pairing: iv (ivy) x gn!reader

a/n: he’s a slut and i want him

cw: nsfw content. aphrodisiac. there are aphrodisiacs laced in the drinks. dubcon-ish. both parties are affected by the aphrodisiacs. intense foreplay.

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“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.” —❤︎

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the nighttime bar was bustling with life. it was filled with a variety of many different people, having a good old time and using the night to unwind and just relax, drowning themselves in the rave of chaotic excitement.

christmas was a time for joy, but of course, there were always party animals that wanted to wallow their emotions into the empty sweetness of elicit liquor and frosted sugar pastries that the fancy, rich distilleries had to offer.

that’s where ivy found himself tonight.

accompanied by his lonesome self, he idly twirled a shot glass in his hand, watching the rich drink in the cup swirl around against the glass, keeping his fingers on the rim of it. ivy wasn’t so sure why he came here in the first place, especially on christmas evening of all days, where the party was high and people were rowdy. the guitarist wasn’t much of a party person to begin with anyways. but, his band mates wanted to come here to celebrate another successful year as a musical group, and of course, he couldn’t say no.

still, he’d much rather be home at the moment.

“still by yourself, ivy?”

that familiar voice snapped him out of his trance. ivy’s gaze lingered to your form, and he just let out a heavy sigh.

“you know i prefer to be away from the crowds.” ivy sighed, sipping a little bit of alcohol from his glass. “but i can’t say no to vessel. that big oaf he is.”

you chuckled and took a seat next to ivy, keeping your hands on your lap as you spoke to your fellow member, deciding to distance yourself away from the crowds for now.

“that’s sweet of you, vy. but really, you didn’t have to come out here if you don’t like parties.”

“nah, it’s the least i can do. i love you guys too much to say no to you.”

your heart warmed at the sound of ivy’s words. he was always so intricate and precise with his wording. he meant every sentence of that.

“thanks, ivy.” you thanked with a genuine smile.

underneath his mask, he smiled back. “anytime, y/n.”

you wished that ivy would show this sensitive, soft side to himself more often. it was really a beautiful sight, really. to see someone who’s usually super stoic, be all caring and watchful for those he loves. it was quite nice.

the two of you exchanged small talk for a bit, just talking about your most recent tour and how you’re both excited to get to work on the new albums and eps that vessel had planned for the next year. it was going to be one hell of a year to remember, that’s for sure. ivy was surprisingly a very pleasant person to talk to. he always had different topics to bring into the conversation, and he was just an easy person to chat with.

though, as the two of your exchanged pleasantries, sharing a couple of laughs here and there, the bartender slipped you both two alcoholic drinks in fancy cups. both of you raised your eyebrows at this, considering you did not order another drink, aside from the casual shots.

“sir? we didn’t order this.” you tried to correct, but the bartender only gave a coy smile.

“don’t worry, it’s on the house.” he winked. “consider it a … special holiday drink.”

you and ivy couldn’t even get another word in, because the bartender went off to do his work, serving other clients and customers that came in. the guitarist just side-eyed the bartender for a bit, before taking the time to observe the drink he was given. it was clearly alcoholic, and the rim of the class seemed to be lined with crystallized sugar. the actual liquor itself seemed to dawn a sunset-pinkish shade, with red and purple swirled into the liquid. ivy couldn’t tell what kind of alcohol it was, but he had guessed it to be some sort of vodka, mixed with another unknown drink.

ivy eyed the glass suspiciously. the drink looked pretty… almost too pretty for it to be just some casual alcoholic drink. though, his curiosity was piqued, and his mind wondered how the taste would pop in his mouth.

“strange… that guy was kind of weird, giving us a drink like that out of nowhere.” he chided, still holding his suspicions high as he observed the glass.

“yeah… but i haven’t had a good drink in a while.” you said with a curious voice, tilting your head as you brought the rim of the glass closer to your lips.

the two of you shared a look for a moment, thinking the exact same thing.

“how about it?” you asked. ivy pondered for a moment, before nodding.

“why not?”

the two of your clanked your glasses together, before downing the drink in one go. it tasted sweet, some of the crystallized sugars finding its way into ivy’s mouth and sizzling into a sugary delicateness that bursted with flavor. it tasted sweet… very sweet. ivy actually found the taste to be warm.. but that warmth went from his throat, to his stomach. slowly, it started to simmer into an uncomfortable warmth.

that warmth flowed throughout ivy’s body, and it soon become an itching hotness that clung to his skin. the guitarist’s eyes widened from the sudden feeling, and he could immediately feel himself sweating. he started to fan himself by flapping his shirt, trying to relieve himself of the uncomfortable heat that clung to his body like a parasite.

“what the hell…?” ivy practically panted out, trying to find a way to make himself feel better. “what the hell was in that drink?”

you nodded, arms heavily pressed against the bar counter as you groaned and panted, sweat beads sticking to your forehead. you were having the same problem as ivy.

“i don’t know… but i sure as hell feel so damn uncomfortable right now.” you gasped out, running a hand through your hair as you tried to maintain your composure.

ivy was about to agree with you, turning his head to meet your gaze, but the moment he locked eyes with you, its like the fire burned within him more brightly. he suddenly felt… needy, and just looking at you was enough to send his mind into overdrive. he was practically drooling over your form, aroused by the very sight of you alone.

what?

what was ivy thinking? why was he thinking this way? and why couldn’t he stop…?

“y/n…” he practically growled out. his hands moved to grip your shoulders, and you gasped from the sudden closeness. “stop that…”

your voice was quivering, and you leaned back against the bar counter. the surrounding people didn’t even matter anymore, it’s like it was just the two of you.

“stop what?” you practically stuttered out, feeling a familiar burning hot desire brew within you as you looked at ivy.

“that.” he rasped. “looking so damn… appetizing.”

you looked at ivy with wide, yet lustrous eyes. at this point, you both came to realize what had happened. the drinks you were given were laced with aphrodisiacs, of course they were. however, ivy couldn’t stop himself from what he was doing.

“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.”

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned them while kissing your neck, not even caring about the people around you guys. besides, they were too focused on partying to see what you two were doing. you let out soft sighs of pleasure, but tried to snap back into your senses, trying to push ivy away despite your growing lust.

you gasped as you felt ivy start to bite and nibble your neck with his teeth, and his fingers trace over the exposed skin on where he unbuttoned your shirt. this was so provocative and risky, doing this out in public. you couldn’t even think straight, with how your mind was hazy with promiscuous desires, and ivy was only feeding into your fantasies.

“ivy…” you muttered our lustfully, moaning a bit loudly as he kissed your neck, jawline and face with deep, needy kisses.

“i need you.” he grunted. “i need you so badly. this heat, it’s so fucking uncomfortable. please… please let me touch you.. i promise i’ll make you feel good.”

ivy’s voice was desperate, almost like he was in pain. the aphrodisiacs that bastard gave him was making him so incredibly horny and hard. he couldn’t stop kissing you, trying to feel your skin on his.

fuck. you needed this too.

with a heavy sigh, you nodded, looking down at him with hearts in your pupils. “please take me.”

that was all the confirmation ivy needed, before he swept you away into a dark, secluded corner of the bar, away from the party.

from there, he could give you the fuck of a lifetime.

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[velvet-paradox]

Heartstrings (Part Two)

Heartstrings (Part Two) Fandom: Sleep Token (band) Pairing: Eventual Vessel x Female reader, (brief) IV x Female reader Length: Short Warnings: Eventual NSFW, 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, strong language, alcohol consumption, tobacco use, supernatural elements, smitten Vessel, a quick smooch, a dash of angst at the end. This part is a bit shorter but there’s more to come so... yeah! Tagging: @synnersaint @megangovier20 @thesoundresoundsecho

ENJOY!!!

True to your word, he'd smile at a welcomed call of HELLLOOOO HANDSOME! or LOOKING GOOD BOY! something affirming that had Vessel walking a little taller that day, confident through your eyes, carrying himself with a higher weight.

That is, until you presented him with a necklace made of coins and tiny metal beads one evening at the coffee shop, sitting outside with a drink of your own during his break. Louie had taken an instant shine to you, even the bag under his eyes lit up when you hooked your arm through Vessel's, allowing you to snag a chocolate éclair; ion the house of course.

"Where the hell did you find that ratty old thing anyway?"

"In the dirt. Where else?" You scrunched up your nose, looking it over.

"The dirt?! Why-- wait. Why are you digging around in dirt?"

You shrugged. "Because you find things in dirt, why else? See, I'm thinking this thing has some sort of power to it, right? So what if it controls our destiny, our fate. You have it for... oh say three days tops, then it's my turn and we have to do whatever the other one says or we'll be cursed." You made a spooky sound that just might frighten a small child into sleeping with a night light for the foreseeable future.

"What are you nine?"

You mocked his suggestion and took a sip of your coffee, holding out the rank and blackened necklace across from him, he was quick to cover his croissant from any rusty or tetanus laden crumbs in your palm.

"Come on. It'll be fun."

"It'll be a disaster." Vessel grumbled but enjoyed the amusement on your face as you admired the thing. ....

"I'm not doing that!"

"You have to. It's my turn!" you seethed behind the dumpster of the basketball court at the college. "A dare is a dare, remember?"

Oh did he! You two had been at this twisted little game for years now. Egging each other on, upping the other to the most dramatic of ideas and pranks. Most of the time it was harmless little dares, mainly played to embarrass one another, to see the other fail in the most creative of ways but sometimes, oh God, sometimes either one of your would get downright nasty and force the hand of the other to do something diabolical. Not illegal, but it could sometimes feels that way.

Vessel had also began to express himself more so through masks than his attire. Always in black, head to toe, painting his nails and experimenting with body paint. He wished t blend in to the background of the world around him than participate in the grind. Thankfully Louie was understanding and let him try out new looks, as long as he didn't spook off the customers of course.

It was your turn, wearing the gaudy thing as you pointed out the biggest, broadest man on the court. Daring Vessel to slink around the benches, unnoticed obviously and creep under, tie his laces together so that when he stood up from his water break, he'd trip and fall in front of the whole court. What a riot, you exclaimed, waggling your fingers in his face.

You danced your eyebrows with a grin. "Are you game?" ....

"I told you that was a bad idea!"

"Oh calm down, it's not that bad."

Vessel pinched the bridge of his nose, scared that it might be broken and he'd only be making it worse, wincing as you held the underside of your shirt to his it. The skin of your belly, the purple underwire of your bra just within view.

"He could've taken your eye out."

"I wish he would've!" Vessel complained but the way you'd tended to him, more than once was a relief for a number of reasons. He'd never been this cared for, catered to, cherished like some dainty thing. He was too tall and gangly in middle school which transferred easily to high school and well after. Only after his mid-twenties did he feel like he'd grown into his features. Even with your constant approval that he was attractive, he was still on the bottom shelf of disbelief.

The praise was welcomed though. Cozy. You felt like home.

You moved your legs, standing closer over him on the bench, your legs shadowing over his own. You could easily just straddle his lap if you wanted. Not that he'd mind. It would be awkward as shit at first and with how you lived life, you might as well.

His mother, like Louie, was welcoming in your budding friendship in high school, happy to have a girl in the house, a daughter she didn't have. You were invited to family events, Christmases, birthday's and the like. Your pictures on their fridge. You were a part of the family.

Nothing sexual had been shared between you, though on one occasion you did plant lingering kiss on his lips when a girl that was after him and apparently wasn't hearing the word NO, gave chase at a party. He was panicked, looking for an escape, hot on Vessel's heels he finally ran into you and frantically begged for help.

He was giddy about it. Not even caring that his eyes were still closed when you pulled away and embraced him. He thought about that a lot.

He did feel a pang of jealousy when you'd come over to the house Vessel shared with his three best counterparts. You'd share a bottle of booze, if you were truly feeling frisky that night you'd drink it straight and pass it directly to III who'd either saunter over to you, while you danced or would pretend to lasso you to him. You never asked him to dance.

He'd watch though.

He was always watching.

Observing the night, logging things away in another fucked up notebook, scribbled down lyrics or events to remember later. A memory he might've otherwise forgotten. 

Vessel wrote poems, sonnets, haikus, little blurbs of life, clinging to them as if they'd save him one day, a token of appreciation maybe. A trade. An IOU for an unforeseen date.

Like the time he caught you wrapped up in the arms of IV, another night of dancing and drinking and laughing too loudly and not giving a fuck. You'd run off to the bathroom and hadn't come back. Vessel, drunk on his own had sought you out, toying with the necklace around his neck only to find the bathroom empty. 

The door to IV's room was cracked, red light screaming out into the hall.

He didn't know what he'd find behind that door but it certainly was not you, on IV's lap, grinding and kissing him in a way Vessel had only seen in softcore porn. All tongue and teeth, smiling and writhing against one of his best friends. Too lost in each other, neither one of you had noticed or had been bothered. Vessel ground his teeth and left the door the way he'd found it.

He meant to write it down but instead polished off back to back shots in order to forget it all together.

When you two rejoined them that night, Vessel didn't say a word.

If it wasn't him you were to be kissing and laughing with, maybe he should play into the advances of the women around him.

Maybe if he blacked out, he could blackout what he'd seen. Block you out.

....

The mug in his hands was scalding hot, coils of steam made his eyes water as he sat alone at the coffee table holding on to the necklace. The game, the chase. What once was.

"Soooo what are you going to do then?" Sleep crept around the table with his little red paws, leaving behind puffs of dust. Those inky black eyes fluttered up at Vessel.

"I don't know. I don't know what I should do." Vessel shrugged, thumbing over one of the coins.

The moonlight got brighter as passing clouds exposed its bone white surface through the kitchen window. 

"Play that little game, says I. See what she wants this time. It's been how long, my dear Ves?" Sleep questioned, floating up to rest on top of the refrigerator, tapping his tail on the ledge.

He had to squint in thought for a moment, images like passing train cars flashed behind his eyes. Stacks of journals, moving boxes, burnt plates of roast, pop-overs that popped too much over, Sleep slinking into his bed to sleep at his feet, a broken mirror and hell of a lot of tears. The accident. The bandages. The stares.

"Three years."

"Ah yes," Sleep hummed as he slid down the fridge and flopped himself over Vessel's shoulder. "That was when I came to you. A friend. A match to light your way. You just didn't know I was the headlight on the train of your deep dark tunnel you'd found yourself in," that admittance, even though positively true made him sick, Vessel didn't like to think about that. That was a whole other version of him he didn't want to introduce to anyone. "You are a different person now though, maybe your friend is too. What harm would it do, really?"

It took Vessel two days of wracking his brain around the necklace, stitched at one end making it whole once again. He touched it and whether he was just dog tired or Sleep had anything to do with it, he was now back transported to that awful place.

And he hated it.

Part Three

#eventual romance #eventual smut #vessel x you #vessel x reader #vessel x female reader #iv x you #sleep token imagine #sleep token fic #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token fanfic #vessel imgaine #vessel fic #next chapter will be longer i promise