maw/vess. they/he/she + neos. 20. aroacespec. you are so loved. <3
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✶ mostly sfw, but i feel uncomfortable for minors to interact with me, so 18+ only please.
✶ preface: i write vessel as not the real person, not in the slightest. at the point, he is basically an oc to me. get out if you read or write fanfic based upon the real guy.
✶ what i will write (mostly, but not limited to): bf!vessel, bff!vessel, roommate!vessel (thanks to wolfie!), softbf!vessel, clingy!vessel, vampire!vessel, vessel with nonhuman traits, gn!reader, reader who has autistic traits, heavy fluff, mentions of mental health problems with comfort, biting as a love language, size difference, slightly suggestive topics (can be interpreted as such), sub!reader (might occasionally write sub!vessel), self-indulgence (writing for my own joy).
✶ what i won’t write: scat, piss, pegging, monsterfucker-esque, ageplay, raceplay, incest, heavy gore, mommy/daddy kink, pregnancy (breeding kink is fine), anything outside of an in-home setting (i write about a character, not the real guy), self-harm/suicide (scars being mentioned is fine), heavily eating disorder related, angst with no comfort, marriage, usage of y/n, any of the other sleep token members (i’m only comfortable to write about vessel, sorry). i will delete asks of anything i am uncomfortable with!
summary: vessel has insomnia and cuddles help him sleep.
pairing: vessel x gn!reader
warnings/tags: sleepy!vessel, roommate!vessel, insomnia, texting (brief), cuddling, non-sexual intimacy, feelings realization.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: i had promised someone on ao3 that i would make another sleepy!ves fic, so i'm fulfilling my promise to them! this was pretty self-indulgent as well, i love the idea of someone being so safe with you that it helps them sleep. and as always, roommate!vessel credit to the lovely wolfie <3
ao3 link
It had been a long time since you had learned Vessel struggles with insomnia. The information came slowly previous to you right out bringing it up to him one day. You had noticed how much coffee he drank by the cups in the sink, how a lot of times he’d still be awake as you left in the morning, his body language being restless. You heard it in his voice too, saw a certain daytime depression. After a while, it had started to worry you, and that's when you asked him about it.
He was shy at first, tried to push it off with an awkward laugh. “No…?” you remember him saying, not a single bit convincing of himself or you.
And when you had given him a look of non-conviction, he broke, telling you it had been something he deeply struggled with since he were a teenager. He told you he had to take melatonin to help him sleep, even though at times that didn’t work. Anything to try to get him to sleep, or so he said.
You took it upon yourself to be of use when possible, providing what support you could for him to get some well deserved rest more frequently than he was able to achieve on his own. You decided you would never comment on it much either, at least not in a way that would make him feel worse about it than he did to begin with.
Meaning you chose to never bring up the times he fell asleep on you during movies, where you’d get up as best you could without waking him up. He would wake up on the couch, no recollection of falling asleep, and a text message from you reminding him that you would be home soon. You felt a smidge bad about lying to him, but he needed the rest at any given chance he had. You didn’t blame him for it, so no use of bringing details up. The guilt he could feel because of it wasn’t worth it. Call you crazy, but you cared about his feelings.
That was exactly what had happened now, Vessel had taken a couple melatonin in hopes to get some rest after his thirty-something hours of being awake. About an hour ago, he had told you that he was off to bed, joked that if you didn’t see him for three days then call it a miracle.
You let out a startled laugh seeing a couple texts come onto your phone screen from him.
Ves: i can’t sleep :(
Ves: this is unfair
Of course this happened, it was his luck. Completely unfair. The utmost injustice for the guy. The universe must have it out for him at this rate of things. Unfortunate.
You: you poor thing :(
You absently giggle to yourself after you receive no response back for a couple minutes. The mental imagery of him being huffed up in his bed with blankets wrapped around him, staring at his phone with a frown, is quite comical in the grand scheme of this. It wasn’t anything to allow to slide past him either, for him to sulk over while sleepy to the extremes (or at all, if you were to be especially honest with him) over some light teasing. You had lived with him long enough to know this, let alone be his friend for long enough. So, yeah, Vessel tended to act a bit “childish” while tired.
You: do you wanna come to my room for cuddles?
Promptly after leaving you on read, a lazy knock is at your door before being pushed open to reveal Vessel waddling to the edge of your bed. He flops face first into your mattress with a loud, over-the-top groan. He lifts his head just enough to pout at you, knowing your eyes are boring into him. You can’t help the soft sigh you let out as you reach your hand to scratch at the back of his head. Seeing him in this state made you feel a softness for him you tended to ignore. And you quickly stop thinking about it once he makes a noise at how good your nails feel on his scalp.
“That feel good, yeah?” You breathily laugh, it’s delirious sounding. If he wasn’t too sleep deprived to catch it, he didn’t mention it or have any reaction to it.
He sinks his face deeper into the fluffy blanket spread across your bed. You weren't sure how he was breathing in this position. “Mhm…” he amuses in agreement.
“Do you want to come up here? Lay on me?” is offered to him. You tap at your chest with your free hand, although he can’t see what you’re doing at all.
He makes a disgruntled noise.
“No? It’ll be more comfy, Vess. You may even get to fall asleep,” you try to sweeten the deal.
Another sound comes from him in time with turning his head to the side to say words lacking in muffledness. “Don’t want to move.” His voice is quiet and slowed, stretched thin.
You laugh out. Your hand stops moving in his hair, you retract it back. “Well, then, no more head scratches.”
Vessel snaps to look at you, chin resting on the blankets, eyes a little widened. Then comes his signature pout, the one you were imagining before. It doesn’t ever get any less cute.
“Fine,” he mutters unenthusiastically.
He picks himself up limply, dragging himself up your bed, and drives his face into your neck. This is where he melts down into nothing. His body deflates itself into yours, in a way that felt like lines blurred between where your body starts and where Vessel’s ends.
Because of this, you stay silent for a couple moments, half-shocked and half-savoring of this feeling. Your hand hovers around the back of his head until his hand draws your hip impossibly closer to him. That’s when your fingers dip back down into his scalp. Your other hand strokes up and down his arm at a soothing pace.
Cuddling wasn’t a new thing happening in your relationship, if you’d call being roommates with him a type of relationship. Cuddle sessions happened often between the two of you. Happened during movies on the sofa, if either of you had a nightmare, simply couldn’t sleep (much like what’s happening this time), if Vessel had a particularly long day. Thinking of it, cuddles had taken place every single day in the past as long as you could remember.
When did that happen?
When did you start remembering how all he seemed to want was an excuse to be close to you lately? How pouty he turned when you had questioned him about it instead of going with it naturally? When did he start coming behind you while you did the dishes or cooked a special meal for you both? When did he start to get closer to you on the sofa, blaming it on the lack of blanket, despite that one being a specifically huge one for sharing purposes only? When did he start to ask to hold your hand because he was “cold”? When did he start allowing himself to have this intimacy with you, and why? More importantly, when did you start to feel as if all these things were normal, letting them slip by you like this was always something that took place? Maybe like it was supposed to be happening.
“...and it’s frustrating that I still can’t sleep. Do you get what I mean?” Vessel’s voice comes into your main focus, becoming almost like an echo through your skull at how out of focus you were.
During that time, he had moved his face out of your neck. Had opted to squish his cheek against your chest instead, nose half-stuffed into the cotton of your sweatshirt.
“Mhm,” you hum. Bearings still aren’t with you fully, still distance in sound.
Vess’ hand pinches at your side, making you jump in surprise. Well, you were surely back on Earth with that. “You weren’t listening to me.” You could hear the effects of his mouth being in a squished position. How cute.
“Yes, I was!” you lie.
He takes a pinch at you again. “You were not. I can tell when you’re lying.” He dryly laughs, empty of emotion, like that information should’ve been obvious to you. Maybe it should have been…
“Okay, I’m sorry,” you admit, “What were you talking about?”
He sighs dramatically, which you lightly flick him on the ear for, going on to summarize what he’d said, “What I said was that I’m really frustrated about how melatonin doesn’t work that much anymore. I take ten milligrams for fuck’s sake! I just wanna sleep.” He trails off at the end, changing to be more hushed.
Your hand on his arm gives him a small squeeze, holding there for a few seconds too long. “Is this helping?” you ask. “You know, doing this? Me being here?”
Same mhm from before is made. “More than you know.” Oh…
His face nuzzles more into the fabric of your shirt, balls up the bottom of it into his fist. He pulls forward with a gentle tug. He was not past greediness. This hand sneaks under the material, reaching up just enough to be able to palm at the flesh of your stomach. You feel him grin. It’s gooey, (love)sick, honeyed. He’s satisfied.
All the while, you had some things coming into perspective that would be due for another time. Vessel needed rest.
For once, Vessel was able to fall asleep within minutes. He hadn’t felt so at peace, so safe, in many moons. Eventually, he slowed in his breathing, had fallen asleep in record time for maybe his entire lifetime. He was safe with you, truly safe. He would never tell the tale, but you felt something of what the word “home” was meant to serve.
you are tied to the bed, wrists and ankles bound to prevent movement. vessel is hovering over your thigh on his knees, his cock in hand. he tugs at his erection, his head falling back while he takes a breath through his teeth. hips snap into his fist greedily. but he stops the motions abruptly, not allowing himself to cum. a pathetic whine falls from his mouth as he rolls his head to look at you. tears are threatening to spill, right on the verge of it. his thighs twitch in anticipation for him to touch himself again, hips buck forwards into nothing but the thick air between the both of you. it was like he was putting on a show for you.
i need to write something about reader teasing vessel into oblivion with biting.
just imagine him being restrained to the bed, looking as if he's about to cry before anything has even happened yet, but it's because he knows. and you have the audacity to laugh at him. i mean, who could blame you? pathetic boys deserved to be laughed at.
"aw, are you gonna cry, angel?" you ask him condescendingly, which makes him whine out, nodding.
you tease him even more about crying, commenting "good boy" to him for it.
then comes the good part, when you start to lick at his skin as gently as you can manage. his body instinctively pushes for more.
"don't move," you say while shoving his hips down into the mattress.
vess whimpers out, "i'm sorry."
"good boy," you repeat.
you softly scrape your teeth against his skin, and he moans loud. your face rushes with warmth at his volume, flooding all over your body. it almost made your mouth water in anticipation for what biting into him was going to elicit.
with creeping pace, you take his flesh between your teeth, steadily adding more pressure. you watch his face contort, no noise to be heard. he was unsure of what to do with himself, so he sank his stomach back from your teeth in the small bit he could. which only caused more tension upon his sink. he sucks a breath in through his teeth. what comes after is the sound of an angel, a divine sob.
i need to write something about reader teasing vessel into oblivion with biting.
just imagine him being restrained to the bed, looking as if he's about to cry before anything has even happened yet, but it's because he knows. and you have the audacity to laugh at him. i mean, who could blame you? pathetic boys deserved to be laughed at.
"aw, are you gonna cry, angel?" you ask him condescendingly, which makes him whine out, nodding.
you tease him even more about crying, commenting "good boy" to him for it.
then comes the good part, when you start to lick at his skin as gently as you can manage. his body instinctively pushes for more.
"don't move," you say while shoving his hips down into the mattress.
vess whimpers out, "i'm sorry."
"good boy," you repeat.
you softly scrape your teeth against his skin, and he moans loud. your face rushes with warmth at his volume, flooding all over your body. it almost made your mouth water in anticipation for what biting into him was going to elicit.
with creeping pace, you take his flesh between your teeth, steadily adding more pressure. you watch his face contort, no noise to be heard. he was unsure of what to do with himself, so he sank his stomach back from your teeth in the small bit he could. which only caused more tension upon his sink. he sucks a breath in through his teeth. what comes after is the sound of an angel, a divine sob.
vessel who has been starving himself for endless hours, reluctant to ask you for a feed because he does not want to hurt his precious. it hurts him to hurt you. but there comes a time where he can’t take it anymore, and so he begs. he begs for you to let him feed on you, declaring how starving he is, how he’ll savor every moment once the first drop of your blood enters his mouth. he practically whimpers about how badly he needs your blood, all despite the fact you have told him he can take a bite of you at anytime he needs it. and yet, he begs for it anyways. he begs to sink his teeth into the side of your neck for his own dire, desperate need.
(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)
"that's my good girl."
when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]
"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."
their fingers curling into all the right places.
leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"
"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."
"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]
your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."
^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.
"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]
their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!
^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.
^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]
their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."
"eyes open. keep looking."
^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.
maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.
^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']
neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."
arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."
my dog is flooding the floor with piss as i type this))
Character A is very rough during sex and, theyre trying their best to make B's first time very comfortable.
I hope u got ur dog to stop🤯😂
How To Comfort A Partner Before Intimacy
18+ ONLY Minors DNI
CW: mentions of sex, very ooh lala
Btw this is not real advice on how to comfort a virgin. Butttt it may be useful.
“Does this feel good? I can stop”
Lube. Lots of lube and gently smoothing it over their entrance.
Loosening their partner up with positive words and complimenting on how well they’re taking it
“We’re almost done… shhh… I’m almost all the way in.”
Character A who resists the urge to speed up in the fear that they’ll get carried away
Pleasuring Character B with their fingers first and describing how they’d do them so they would understand and won’t be suddenly surprised when they actually have sex.
Character A using a toy first to widen them so there isn’t any pain later. Rotating, spinning and pushing it in and out enough times to emulate what it would be like
If they try any pills to help stimulate Character B and relax their muscles a little bit more
If Character B is the type who likes to plan out or control things they can write down all the steps they want to do
Character A going half way in and this works for oral sex as well.
Practicing safe words🥺
Character A grips onto the pillows/sheets/bed tightly to stop themselves from going any harder than Character B’s preferred pace
“Breathe baby, breathe. I’m right here.”
Eye contact. Searching for even the tiniest amount of pain or resistance.
Making sure Character B isn’t lying or pretending they’re fine so Character A gives them options instead of just “yes” or “no” question in case they’re too scared to be vocal
Nervously asking if it was okay, “did I do it right? Was it too hard?”
A first kiss that was a bit rough and then a character apologizing and then kissing it all better. Softer this time💕
Crying… sad crying. Upset that Character B kissed them when they clearly deserved better and wasted it on them💔 << “don’t say that, I’ve made my decision and it’s you”
The peck. Character A gives them the smallest peck really really fast and so smooth that Character B doesn’t even register this until they left.
Pretending that it caused them no reaction and then silently screaming when they’re alone.
A reassuring first kiss. One that lets them know that they’re the only ones for them. There is nobody else they could adore more than their partner. Then that sigh of relief right after❤️
Embarrassed! Running away! Avoiding their crush and then getting caught again only to be kissed again!! “Running from me darling? You know I hate playing hard to get~”
Fainting!!! Shocked and confused when they wake up cradled in the arms of their lover. Hearing that they got kissed and then fainting again!
Deep and slow kisses that initially start off gently but become quicker and rough. Both heavily panting, shaking and gripping onto each other from the thrill.
Palms are sweating, heartbeat is racing, nervous tapping and after being kissed… they are calm… still… quiet…
Getting sick, dizzy and wanting to vomit. But not because they didn’t like it, only because they got overwhelmed.
* Person A and B are hanging out one day and studying/eating/watching tv when Person B turns to look at Person A and notices the small changes to their face and suddenly now they're staring a bit too long and it hurts to breathe around them...
* Person A and B are in a friend group, the group decides to go out one day to a party. The group is playing a game and Person C asks Person B if they ever found Person A attractive and if they would date them according to their own preferred standards for physical beauty. *Cue awkward staring and brushing it off but secretly wishing they did fit their criteria for attractiveness*
* Person A is teaching person B how to skate/swim/ride a bike and they keep saying "look at me/eyes on me/focus on me" but Person B can't help but suddenly admire their beauty and now they're beginning to notice how close they are and extremely aware of where thier hands rest on them. Person B get too flustered to continue.
* Person A and B are extremely close but in school/college/work they don't hang out as much. While Person A is very popular in their space, Person B is not and finds their other friends/coworkers scary. Person A decides that they want to hang out with them too and makes it their job to be with them for as long as possible. Person B thinks the sudden amount of attention is strange and starts getting the wrong idea and falling in love secretly.
* Person A has had a lot of past relationships and dated a lot people. Person B is not very active but one day they do find someone they genuinely like and now for some reason... Person A is getting really defensive
* Person A and B are walking together during winter and Person A accidently slips on some ice but luckily for them Person B was able to catch them just in time. Person A is flattered and it's all good but now they keep replaying the scene in their head at night
* It's Valentines Day and as a way to get free dessert at restaraunts they act as a couple. Maybe too well. To be as convincing as possible, Person B and A put on only their most expensive clothes and jewellery, when they see each other, both can't help but start to stutter and blush all the time.
* ADDITIONALLY some restaraunts don't fall for this trick so easily and want them to kiss, hug, and look EXTRA affectionate. But hey, it's free food right? One kiss can't change anything, it's all just for jokes!
* Person A and B are staying up late together, when Person A accidentally dozes off leaning on Person B who notices how pretty they look asleep. Person B feels themsleves blushing from ear to ear, but surely they can't be thinking of them romantically???
* ALSO Person A wakes up and apologizes and they also start blushing.
* OR Person A and B are taking the train/bus at night and person A leans onto a stranger or Person C, so they take the initiative and lean them back to their side to sleep on them.
Asking them to beg for more after edging them on through their clothes.
Loving the way they turn bright pink when they request them to give them more. Then laughing softly as they blush after complimenting them for being so good at following instructions
Pulling down their pants to check how wet/hard they are and teasing them for being so horny before doing anything
Patting their thigh and giving gentle squeezes as your OTP sit next to each other.
Your OTP slipping into a dark closet to make out for a little bit until one of them is left whining and breathless
Telling them how much they turn them on and what exactly they’d like to do with them
Eating/drinking from the same place their lips were previously on
Asking them to touch themselves just to see how they prefer it and what makes them feel good. Then helping them to amplify that sensation
Giving them slow back rubs and massages while finding all of their sensitive spots
Taking a shower with them, cleaning their hair and body before wrapping them in a towel. Then continue caring for their body in bed with lotions and serums
If their partner is sick or on their period they’re holding their hand, bringing them food, medicine, running their hand down their back/stomach.
Hearing their heavy panting in their ear as one character rides them desperately, their chests pressed together >> “you’re doing so well/you make me feel so good/just like that baby/easy, I’m not going anywhere”
Playing their favourite shows and choosing the character that reminds them of their lover the most.
Watching them sleep with their hands clinging onto them as they slightly moan their name in their dreams
Waking them up with kisses and touching/rubbing all their sensitive areas
Rubbing their ass gently in calm circles after a particularly long and painful session
