welcome everyone. 27 years old This is my blog, I am pansexual she/them Sleep Token fanatic obv. @miss-multi45's babygirl and they are my Princess
Girlfriend of @thrillerman82
This was inspired by a few thirsty friends on X. I don’t really have a title for it but I think that’ll be forgiven lol haven’t done this in a while don’t crucify me please.
Posting for @polteergeistt because they really wanted it. Lol
NSFWWARNING. Fem pronouns used. Not sure what else please let me know so I can correct it!
It shouldn't have been as much as a turn on for him, but it was and goddamn it made him so horny. It happened one night, out of the blue, you were so tired after a long day working. You had been on your feet nearly all day, you were tired, aching and pent up to hell. Grace had gotten you to bed, all cozied up with your favorite blanket and cup of tea after you ate dinner. You were in nothing but your panties, so you could feel the plush softness of your blanket. It soothed you to no end. Grace sat at the end of the bed, rubbing your feet. Occasionally lifting a foot to press a soft kiss to your arch. “Please tell me about your day.” He would say against the sole, looking at you over his glasses.
You would rant about this and that, getting more and more worked up and agitated. Grace sat there massaging your feet, slowly moving up to your calves. Pushing the blanket away to reveal more of your legs, he’d move to settle more between your legs to massage them better. Slowly moving up to your thighs as you vented. Grace lifted your leg to press feather soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, but you pushed him away. Not being in the mood for exerting yourself. Grace looked you over, despite your words, there was a slight wet patch forming in your panties, just from him massaging you. The sight of that small wet patch made his mouth water, he loved eating you out of course. He loved bringing you pleasure, he got off on it as much as you did. But he never thought about eating you through your panties, but oh gosh did the idea of it brick him up fast and the scent of your slight arousal made his head spin, he started kissing your inner thighs again. Not being able to help himself, when you tried pushing him away again, he pushed back. “Shh, I want to try something.” He’d murmured against your skin, those puppy eyes looking at you, pleading to let him make you feel better. Of course you couldn’t say no when he looked at you like that, it drained your willpower to say no. The only thing you could do was lay back and watch. Once Grace knew you wouldn’t protest anymore, he trailed kisses and gentle nips up the insides of your thighs. Reveling in the soft gasps and hitches of your breathing. The wet patch on your panties getting bigger and wetter, he couldn’t wait any longer. He moves you, hitching both of your legs over his shoulders. Lifting your lower half off the bed, flattening his tongue against the cloth covering your heat.
The scent of the fabric softener you adored mixes with the scent and taste of your arousal, causing him to groan into you. Your panties were so thin, his tongue could feel everything, taste everything. He focused on the little bundle of nerves, feeling the bud throb through the fabric. Your gasps and subsequent moans spurring him on. He tightens his grip, hoisting you up even more, just so he could bury his face deeper into your covered folds. His tongue trying to force it’s way through the panties, he could feel you clenching around nothing. He bit and sucked your juices out from the cloth. His moans and whimpers vibrate into your core, pushing you closer to your limit. Your hands finding their way to his already messy hair, fisting the strands. Pulling him even closer, his tongue just barely tracing your entrance. But not able to go any further, it was maddening to the both of you. But it didn’t stop Grace, he was so hard it almost hurt, which only heightened his arousal. Pushing him closer to his own peak, but he wanted to bring you over the edge first and based on the way you were babbling incoherently. You were just as close. Grace let out a growl from deep in his chest, the sound was more felt than heard. It caused your thighs to start trembling, he brings one hand up to one of your breasts. His fingers rolling a pebbled nipple, as he sucks on your clit. The panties acting like a buffer against his teeth, but the feeling was no less intense. Grace could feel the exact second your orgasm begins, could feel your clit throbbing in time with the slight convulsions wracking through your body.
He hits his peak as you cry out his name in that sweet, broken voice. Cumming in his boxers and pants, but he doesn’t stop until you are completely limp. Until you are nothing but absolute dead weight. He slows his ministrations, slowly bringing you down. Grace then gently lays you back down, moving up your body and pressing soft kisses to your skin. “Good girl.” A kiss to your hip. “You did so good for me.” A kiss to your navel and then to the valley between your breasts. “You made me cum in my pants like a highschool boy.” He chuckles shakily against your neck. “God, I love making you feel good..” He breathes as he lays next to you, pulling you close and covering the both of you with the blanket. He wraps his arms around you, breathing in the scent of hair, your shampoo and something just uniquely you. He settles in, he’ll clean you up in a bit, for now he just wants to hold you as you fall asleep.
the way ppl have designated cuddling as a purely romantic thing and is weird outside of that context has done widespread damage to our pack animal nature
Spread you legs for me, watch me eat my way to your heart.
You and Vessel have dedicated nerdy evening to wind down from busy days to do whatever you want. Tonight, what Vessel wants to do is you.
Or Vessel lowkey loses his mind eating box and loves on you for 3,181 words.
Read here or on ao3.
Note : now that i have my very own laptop it's easier to write fics cuz now i don't just have to type on my phone or go through hercules's trials to get my hands on a keyboard :3
It had become a habit in the cozy home you and Vessel had created. Every evening, you would take some time together to relax, make a nice comforting meal together, dimming the lights and doing something relaxing together. Sometimes, it was watching a show or a movie together, and then scrolling fan-arts until you passed out from exhaustion. Other times, like last week, for example, it was building legos. He had come back with a Pokémon set, with Venusar, Blastoise and Charizard, which you built together. It was now sitting proudly on a shelf, around a collection of all the second-hand bought Pokémon games everyone around you played but you couldn't afford. Having a rich rock star boyfriend with common nerdy interests had its perks. And tonight, you were playing one of those games. Sat on the antique green couch you snatched on an occasion, you were deeply entrenched into the tall grass, about to complete your ideal team for fighting against the next arena leader. You were sat on the edge of your seat, brows lightly furrowed and biting on your tongue. You didn't hear Vessel come into the living room and looking over your head, hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of your shoulders. He leaned forward and down to see what you were doing.
"What are you doing ?" he asked as if he didn't have eyes.
"Trying to get some fiery bitches," you answered without looking away from your screen.
He chuckled. He could use a fiery bitch too. But you were busy with something else and, from nerd to nerd, he knew better than to grab your attention in a place where you couldn't save your progress. It's fine though. He didn't need any of your attention. He could get what he wanted all by himself, and he was going to. He anticipated the fact that you would probably redirect your attention for a split second to see what he was up to if if he needed anything. He knew you would still give your game up for him if he really needed it. But that is not what he wanted, and not how he wanted to play you. So he turned to the shelf, pretending to look for a game to play himself. Parallel play was also an habit between the two of you. He counted three seconds before turning back to you. He smiled at how focused you were. He could watch you play the whole night. But he wanted to play too. Slowly, he made his way to you and sat on his heels by your feet. Again, that was usual too. He loved having floor time and resting his head on your thighs. You quickly pet his head as the attack animations played. He was amused by how into your game you were and still gave him attention, but mostly by how oblivious you were to his intention. His hands rested on your thighs as he nuzzled the soft skin in the inside of them through the fabric of your sweatpants (or were they his ? he wasn't so sure). He loved how he could push his nose in the fat with no resistance. You glanced at him quickly but didn't intervene. That was when you should have known. Something stirred in your lower stomach, and his thumbs pushing into the crease where your upper thighs met your body. You didn't say anything yet, and simply watched his trail his lips and nose along your leg until he kissed your crotch. It made you jump, and you were in the mood to tease back, so you place your bare foot on his stomach, let it graze down across his abs, his pelvis and his cock, before letting it fall back to the ground. You smiled with satisfaction as he groaned and his eyes shot daggers at you. You resumed your playing as he nose at your crotch, inhaling like coming to the surface after free-diving in cave-like underwater rock structures.
"You are an animal, Vessel," you taunted, resting your right foot on his thigh.
"Keep playing, my love," he snapped back, authority in his voice.
You could barely take his authoritative tone seriously, kneeling before you sniffing your pants like a street dog, but you obliged. You knew it would serve you well. He paused, looking up at you. That attitude of yours rubbed him the wrong way. Swinging your legs over his shoulders, he grabbed you, arms around your back, and slammed you down on the couch so you would be laying down belly exposed and he could have free reign over you. You yelped at being tossed around so easily. There was in his obscured eyes you hadn't seen since the first time he returned from tour while you where together but didn't go with him. It stunted you for the second it took him to take your pants off and toss them over the back of the couch.
"I said keep playing."
This time, you really obeyed. You looked at the screen, but you couldn't focus. His teeth were digging in your thighs, just shy of puncturing the skin, while his hands grabbed handfuls of them. He seemed to be obsessed with your thighs, over the moon and out in the stars for them.
"Fuck. If I bite too hard, your crush my head until my skull cracks, you understand ?"
Before your smirk could fully form, his claw-like fingers closed around your jaw and pinned your head in place as he hovered over you.
"Do you fucking understand ?"
You babbled yes in a half-breath. He stuck his fingers between your teeth through your cheeks to force your mouth open. The daggers in his eyes turned into dented swords, gripping and tearing into your mind and ripping brain cells like they would rip flesh and blood out.
"Open."
You parted your lips more and he spat in your mouth before returning between your thighs. The taste of saliva and blood mixed on your tongue into a flavor fit for an addiction. Dazed and dizzy, you stared at the ceiling for a moment. His tongue lapped a long stripe over your pussy over your underwear. He seemed very happy with tasting you through cloth for as long as you will take to start begging. His hot breath on your sensitive skin shot pleasure through you like lightning, and you cursed his chuckle at the effect he had on you while your legs turned to jello. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and saw his eyes roll back for a brief instant. He looked at your wrist, asking himself how you even imagined you could have the upper hand in this moment, before grabbing it and prying your hand off his hair and lacing your fingers together.
"You're such a sweetheart, why would you try to bite more than you can chew like that ?" he crooned, condescendence in his tone, his head tilted to the side. "Just hold my hand, will you ? Just like that. There we go. This is what we want."
He licked on the wet spot of your underwear some more. You wondered how he would take it off with only one hand, but he was a smart boy and would always find a way to get his treat. A smart boy with sharp teeth. Gripping on the cloth with his free hand on one side and with his teeth on another, Vessel ripped it off and casually pocketed the remains. He shot a playful look at you, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and adoration that never failed to make you fall head over heels for him over and over again. Looks like there was no other game he'd rather play. You set the console somewhere farther on the couch and your now free hand buried itself in his hair the moment he dove between your thighs. He let you push his hair out of his face as he truly tasted you for the first time tonight. He sighed with pleasure, like his ribcage felt tight around his lungs before he got to your cunt. Like he was completely restrained. His hands wrapped around your thighs kept you open for him, but also kept him locked and grounded to you. It felt like a trance to him, with his tongue dancing on your clit to a rhythm older than everything you've ever known. His eyes stayed closed, his tongue moved on its own, his fingers gripped onto your legs firmly with no sign of ever letting go. He was in his own little world, lost in the taste of your pussy and your slick dripping down his chin. The ache of his cock hard as rock faded into the background of your moans and your sighs and all the little noises that drove him insane every time they blessed his ears. It was as soft and cottony as a dream, to lay between your legs, at home on the couch you bought together from a kind old couple with many dogs and a chicken coop. It was soothing, grounding. He emerged from his trance, feeling like he woke up from deep sleep, when you pulled his head up by the hair and with a head under his chin.
"Vessel !! Hello ?"
He blinked. The lights felt bright,despite being dim. He took deep breaths.
"Oh…"
"Are you okay ? Are you lightheaded ?" you asked, holding his face still.
"Yeah, uh… no I'm not," he lied. "You don't want me to continue ?"
"Vessel, you made me cum… I lost count at around six. Maybe seven."
He stared at you like you'd grown wings and hooves, still as a statue and alert.
"You're messing with me right now," he said in disbelief. "You're having a laugh. You're too old for that joke."
"Well first of all there is no such thing as too old to be down with the kids," you retorted with a grin. "Second of all I wish I was joking. How many times did you think I came ?"
He looked down at the couch. Judging by the mess between your thighs, your claim might not be so far off.
"I uh… I didn't count either."
Actually, he had a hard time believing what just happened to him. Time often flied when you two were having sex, but he wondered how much time passed while he was in this… dreamlike mind-space. Everything felt soft, warm, sweet… He was already looking at your cunt with lust, just shy of drooling. You caught his gaze just in time.
"Nope. Not yet, Mister. You're still out of it."
"Yeah, and there's nothing more that I want than to be inside."
His lips crashed against yours as his fingers found their way to your hair at the back of your head. He brushed your concern away with his tongue on your lips. It was a heated, hungry, yet sweet as cotton candy and infinitely enamored kiss, you savored it until oxygen ran out. He gently lied you down, a thumb brushing tenderly along your cheeks, soothing you while he settled between your legs once again and his bulge pressed on your soaked pussy. It was obscene how messy the front of his pants were, with pre-cum from him and cum from you, gathering over his dick, still as hard as before, trying to breath out of the fabric. He couldn't help but groan into your mouth, the vibration coursing through your teeth and into the deepest part of yourself.
And yet, he was too focused on your soft lips,
the texture of your hair,
your nails on his scalp, making his eyes roll back,
your chest against his…
"Vessel ?" you called, pulling him out of his reverie.
"What is it, my love ?" he answered, always eager to fulfill your needs.
"I love you and you are the sweetest, most handsome boy in the world, gentle in nature, and also I love you, but for the love of fuck, take your pants off and fuck me."
You both giggled at this, but he got the message.
"Everything you want, my darling," he said while unbuckling his belt.
He placed a quick last peck on your lips, before his pants joined yours somewhere on the floor. You took care of both your shirts before you wrapped your legs around him, and the contact of the inside of your thighs on his hips made him twitch. You pulled him to you with your arms and your legs, but he was so tall that his lips were too far away, so you placed a soft, nearly innocent kiss at the base of his neck, and you felt his dick dribble on you.
"You're so down bad. Absolutely whipped," you joked.
"You drive me absolutely mad," he whispered in a more genuine tone.
He reached down between your bodies on fire to grab himself and guide himself to your entrance. He brushed his cock head across your pussy, gathering slick and bumping against your clit, making both your breaths catch. You smiled up at him, but he was the one focused now, dead set on making it inside without busting before. Very carefully and very slowly, he pushed inside, slid in with infinite patience, savored the feeling of how dripping wet you were for him, how he could slide in like through hot butter. Once settled in to the hilt, he restrained himself from bucking into you and pressed his mouth to our neck, to kiss you, to unravel you, and to suck hickeys into your skin to brand you. He spoke between kisses :
"I love you," kiss, "and you are gorgeous," kiss, "and you taste like heaven," kiss, "and you feel like home."
Full of him, his words echoed in your brain and bounced off the walls of your skull. You feel like home. The words promised to make your head spin long after the night is through. You held him tighter and dug your nails into his back. He bucked with a hiss, curling over you and pressing himself inside you to the hilt, as if he could fit anymore of him in there. He cursed under his breath, buried his face in your shoulder, and started fucking into you like it was the last time he got to. You could feel him in your throat. You held onto him as best as you could while he desperately rutted into you. His hips hammered into you, trying his hardest not to bruise you, but as much of a gentleman as he was, he was so fucking horny for you and just needed to fuck you until you couldn't walk. And what could he do about it ? He was just a vessel. And so he did what a vessel did best : being the recipient to your pleasure. His hands grabbed handfuls of your hips, promising tasteful bruises for breakfast tomorrow, and slammed himself into you again, and again, and again, pulling you more and more towards your climax. The noise of his balls hitting your ass and the squelching of your dripping cunt couldn't be more obscene, and it made both your heads spin. As you felt his balls draw up against your skin, he bent back down over you to grab you by the neck and swallow your screams. His fingers joined your clit to rub it vigorously as you arched and bucked against him with all your might in pleasure, but he didn't budge. He stayed anchored to you, unmoving, holding onto you despite your body trying to break out of itself. As you tightened around him, he could swear his brain was leaking out of his dick, grey matter being white after all. His hips did little spasms-like bucks into you, as he held his breath and came into you. His embrance was still tight around you once the flood was through. Slowly, he allowed himself to breathe. He looked up at you, and your fucked-out dazed and disheveled look he adored more each time than the times before.
"Deep breaths, my love," he whispered against the sheen of sweat on your forehead.
He pulled out slowly. This simple friction felt like it was rattling your bones and making them vibrate until they were soft and flacid. While keeping skin-on-skin contact by holding your hand, Vessel got up and stretched his wingspan to reach one of the water bottles in the minifridge by one of the desks. Skin contact was important to you after sex like it was important between a mother and her newborn baby. After making sure you were breathing somewhat normally and regulalry again, Vessel uncapped the bottle and brought it to your lips. Your eyes were still not open since the moment you screwed them shut as your rgasm crashed over you. He let you nurse the bottle for a while, took it away so you wouldn't chug it, and let you drink some more before drinking himself. He considered staying on the ground and watching you sleep, as you seemed so comfortable and he didn't want to jostle you around so early after sex, but you, oh you, you would never let him do that, would you ? As adorable as you find him sitting by your feet, putting your comfort before his, and his comforting protecting gaze while at your most vulnerable, you liked sharing this vulnerability better. You pulled him back to the couch to lay down where you were before cuddling into him on top of him. Your legs tangled, and his heart sang to you with your ear plastered to his chest. You felt him breathe and it lulled you to safety and love. He held you in a comfortably tight mbrace, tucked in his arms in such way that neither of you could move, like a boy and his plushie. He nuzzled his face into your hair. He always loved the smell of it, even in your least glorious state. One of his palms rested between your shoulder blades, with his fingers splayed. You felt like it was covering your whole back with how large it was. You licked and kissed his collarbone and it made him smile against your hair. In this moment, there was very little to say.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Everything was said in those words. It was also said in the moment you just shared and the moment you are sharing right now : the calm dreamy pocket of time after heated passion where every intention seeps through your skins like you were one organism. It was in the home you built. It was in the rituals you implemented in your daily lives that kept the fire going strong and kept it from burning everything down. It was in the discarded clothes on the ground, tangled just as you were on the couch. It was in the lego set sitting on the shelf across the room, one of the many witnesses of your love.
TW: mention of c-section but not a lot of details.
So I am a mom now!!! Ivy-Rose was born on march third via c-section. My mother in law has posted about her already, but it’s my turn now. She’s absolutely perfect, and her daddy and I are so happy to have her in our lives and arms. Tj and I are still learning the ropes, but we are building our confidence. It’s been a difficult first few days not going to lie, but yesterday morning, something just clicked I guess because I went into full on mom mode. The maternal instincts kicked in hard core lol. My little Ivy-Rose is so perfect and I am so in love with her. Tj has been a trooper, helping me to the bathroom, helping me with my almost diaper-like pads, wheeling me down to NICU to see our daughter. He’s been my biggest cheerleader and he’s been an amazing dad so far, I am breastfeeding and pumping. This morning I pumped like 40ml and was still leaking.
It’s definitely a learning process not going to lie, the first two days were rough for me. But yesterday something clicked, like really clicked for me and it’s been a little easier. I know that it’s going to a lot different once I am home with her, but I have Tj, his mom, his sister and I have my mom who is only a call away. So I feel really confident in my ability to be the best mom I can be for my daughter.
I’ve been in the hospital since last Thursday, my blood sugar is high and they are trying to get it down.. I’m currently 33 weeks pregnant about to be 34 tomorrow. My birthday is this week too! But I’m tired, I wanna go home and lay in my own bed with my stuffed animals. But I am on a strict carb diet. Which is very annoying to me… I understand why I have to do it. But I feel like I’m still hungry only an hour after eating…. But I’m scared to eat anything else other than my three meals a day. Like even fruit one of my safe foods. 🙄 then there’s also waiting for my meds that I need to take right before eating…. Currently I have been waiting 30 minutes to eat because I don’t have my meds. I have told my doctors that I need them at 11. To stay on my schedule…. I get that labor and delivery floor is always busy, I’m not dragging the amazing nurses I’ve had, I’m not trying to… but I could have brought my meds from home and stayed on my schedule so much easier… and I have told keep explaining my autism which doesn’t make things any easier on anyone.
I just wanna go home… I’ve been playing Sleep Token constantly just to keep my sanity… I have my husband with me which means the world to me. It’s just uggghhh also hospital pics just because
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