caviar.

please don't treat my inbox as a therapist's office. i have received asks regarding advice for personal life issues. as much as i love y'all, i cannot be the one giving any valuable advice.

this is not to say that i hate the anons that do this. i understand you're in a situation where you don't have anyone else to talk to therefore come to my inbox.. but please mind yourself.

anyway, here are my do's and don'ts:

DO:

-send asks about anything related to Sleep Token, I don't have a taboo limit for this personally.

-im fine with anything outside of Sleep Token! if you found anything you think I'd be interested in, share 😆.

-talk about music, chess, and giving movie recommendations! I'm into movies with darker themes. please share any gems that you've found 😁

DON'T:

-expect an immediate reply. i have a job, and I'm busy! 😢 i also don't like to half-ass my responses, so there's a chance your ask is sitting in my drafts waiting to be posted.

-vent. it might sound harsh, but I'm the last person you'll want a response from. trust me.

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Vessel seems manic. You'd think he has rabies the way his eyes are fixated on you.

Pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open. Not drunk, no. Possessed. Controlled.

The alarm bells are going off in your head, you think about your encounter with the guy on the street. Surely it's not him?

The door clicks shut and everything falls apart. He's definitely the same guy. Leaning down to smell your neck and grabbing you as he pleases.

Starts talking about the spiritual state he goes in whenever he Sleeps, and that he needs help, and... something about needing an offering?

He tells you everything's going to be okay.

Definitely laughs while doing it.

You get so frustrated, whining and threatening to get off of him. He'd immediately apologise and sink you back down on him, just where he likes you.

By the time you get off of him, pre cum drips out of you. He loses his shit at the sight of it and makes you suck him off while he pushes your head down until you almost trigger your gag reflex.

Boyfriend!Vessel and you decide to budget out a kitten for your shared flat. Turns out, your definition of kitten varies wildly. You think its a new feline companion, and hes out there buying you a pretty little bell and collar and blocking off the next three days from both of your schedules

🫪. thinking of this with a particularly shy!reader..

🔔: intox, dub-con

when the day comes, you're sat on the edge of your bed while nervously staring at your boyfriend who's already taking off his clothes and placing the collar on the nightstand.

he notices that you're nervous, and suggests that you drink a little wine to loosen up.

so you did. now you're all clingy with him, talking about how much you love him, forgetting that you're here to talk about what breed of cat you're getting, barely noticing what he's putting around your neck and head.

a collar with his name on it, paired with a matching bell that clinks whenever you move. the cherry on top? the cat ear headband that he's got you.

you're too busy wondering what's so funny why is he laughing that you don't realise he's laying you down and undressing you. begins pushing the fat of his tip into your wet cunt, every thrust causing the bell to make a clear clink.

it's not so bad, you think. until you realise it's more than what he just showed you and there's a box full of more toys for the next two days.