#arousal

Sometimes bodies react on instinct to what it reads as "sexual stimuli" even if you're repulsed by said thing and sometimes your brain just glitches and your body responds!

Well, thank you for trusting me to answer!

Just to clarify, it's very common to feel more regularly aroused when you've started having sex more regularly and enjoying it.

Your body and mind have found something that makes you feel good and naturally, it wants more of that thing. Just like it might if you found a really good show and wanted to watch a bunch of it as soon as possible.

Anyway, horniness can be a lot like hunger so, if you're feeling horny, maybe you should masturbate, look into some sex toys or find someone to have sex with. That type of thing can be really helpful. Especially if you're not used to higher levels of arousal and are exploring that.

Finding some porn/erotica you enjoy or writing/drawing it can also be a good outlet.

Beyond that, you could also try to distract yourself! Some people do things like exercise or reading or use fidgets. Just treat it like other emotions and if you're not interested in a direct outlet for it, find an alternative one that can distract you.

And if it becomes a problem or really distressing, talk to your doctor about it if you can. Because while arousal can be overwhelming sometimes, it shouldn't be causing you extreme distress or ruining your day or anything like that.

✶⋆ Nazareth

… 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔.

VESSEL X FEM! READER.

+18. MINORS DNI.

Hi, this is my first even fanfiction here, english is not my first language so my work may contain grammar/spelling mistakes, so please, let me know.

Synopsis: You’re Vessel’s ex lover that he is restless searching for since the breakup. One certain night, you hear a knock on your door.

Warnings: stalking, home invasion, unresolved grief, psychologial horror, anxiety feelings, crying, depressive thoughts, fisical wounds, psychologial trauma. Smut: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, pet names, oral sex.

It was so late at night that you woke with a start. A knock so loud on the front door of your house that it seemed capable of breaking it down at any moment. You jumped out of bed, your feet making harsh contact with the cold wooden floor, sending a frantic shiver through your entire body. Another knock — just as loud as the first — made itself known. You brought your hands to your mouth in a useless attempt to suppress a scream of pure panic, fear, and surprise. But whoever was behind that door now already knew you were inside, insecure and frightened. The panic rushing through your veins was so intense that you felt out of your body for long seconds. Fear sped up your heartbeat, so loud in the middle of that dark silence between the insistent knocks on your door.

On most days, you reach for safety, remaining calm in the face of any threat, trying to forget that persistent and tempting presence. But there was something tempting about fear, unsafety: you never know what to expect. You liked that, somehow.

So you did what anyone would do: you grabbed whatever object could defend you. However, the only thing lethal enough you had was a glass lamp, so old that when you violently pulled it from the desk, a brutal spark flashed in the outlet. You startled again — not enough to scream — but an inevitable murmur slipped from your lips, after all, you were already frightened enough that anything unexpected would accelerate your heart even more.

You left the bedroom slowly, trying to move the door gently so it wouldn’t creak and reveal that you were trying to flee. As soon as you managed to get out, you stepped carefully onto the living room floor, glancing around your apartment to check if you were truly alone — at least inside.

Everything was as it should be: your leather jacket tossed over the arm of the couch, cup after cup of coffee on the sink counter. On the living room desk, your unfinished books were carefully stacked, and the photos of your family remained in their proper place.

You hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the first serrated knife you saw, still slightly dirty with your favorite strawberry jam. Another knock, just as strong as the others, echoed again. You trembled all over, pressing your lips together to prevent a desperate sob from forming in your throat. Your vision blurred and you felt tears slide down your face, quiet and cautious, trying to silence the noise in your mind. You thought about opening the door and facing whoever was outside, but that was the stupid idea every horror movie girl had. So you decided to stay there, a few steps back, hands shaking. You took a deep breath, enough to gather some courage.

“Who’s there?” you asked. The feeling of stupidity invaded you almost instantly. You were so frightened that your voice faltered, making you sound like a helpless, incapable little thing.

Then the silence became almost unbearable. It felt as if you had fallen into a long abyss for a hundred endless seconds. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming, pinching the skin of your thigh to try to wake up, if this were really just a bad illusion from your nightmares. But you had frequent nightmares. You knew exactly that this moment was the most insane, dystopian, and harsh reality.

A laugh echoed from outside, a laugh that reverberated through your bones. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you trembled even more. You knew that laugh.

“Ah, my love, I thought you would never wake up.” The baritone voice you knew so well filled the space completely, giving you the sensation that the walls around you were shrinking, ready to crush you along with your restless little heart. You closed your eyes and the trapped tears slid down, pressing your lips together to avoid desperate sounds.

You were still afraid, but you knew very well who was on the other side. It was the voice of the man you had loved most in your life: Vessel.

You had met in a café in downtown London, during the band’s hiatus. You didn’t know right away that it was him, since he wasn’t wearing the mask or his characteristic clothing. Time passed, you discovered he was the band’s frontman, and for months everything was fine. However, like every relationship you had ever had, everything collapsed. Your anxious issues sabotaged everything that was moving toward stability. You needed to step away. You didn’t want to hurt him. You preferred to hurt yourself rather than cause pain to the man you loved so much.

Vessel, on the other hand, spent months trying to get any kind of contact with you. He understood your reasons more than anyone, but he could never fall asleep without the woman who had brought a new perspective into his life. That was why his insistence was unshakable — he was a patient man.

You knew that very well. Despite trusting him, fear still took over your chest and tightened your throat. You heard a different sound this time — the doorknob turned, but nothing happened. He sighed on the other side. It wasn’t a frustrated or angry sigh, the kind that wanted to force you to open the door. It was a disappointed sigh. He didn’t need to say anything for you to understand: he wanted you to open the door, wanted you to want to talk to him.

You did. Your breathing became irregular when you realized how much you wanted to see him. Even so, your body remained still, waiting for any alternative that could take you away from that painful, confusing, and inciting reality. You sobbed, a cry escaping from your lips, and in the next second you dropped the lamp on the floor to cover your mouth, another thoughtless attempt to hide how your heart was handling too many emotions. The glass shattered on the floor, cutting your skin into small strips. Your crying intensified, this time muffled by your hand.

He heard you cry, and something shifted inside his chest. The protective feeling he had towards you. As soon as the unmistakable sound of shattering glass filled the silence, Vessel pushed the door open with all the strength he had. You flinched for a second and closed your eyes, not even able to see him in the darkness of the apartment, and your steps immediately retreated, running back to the bedroom.

Vessel looked at the mess on the floor, the scattered glass, and your bloody footprints on the light wood. Maybe you hadn’t felt the pain due to the adrenaline, but the almost alarming amount of blood was enough for him to know you had hurt yourself badly. He stepped inside the house and closed the door behind him.

You reached the bedroom and only managed to close the door, frustrated for not being able to defend yourself more than that. You had lost the bedroom key and knew that at any moment he would be so close that it would be impossible to think of anything other than running into his arms. You hated the feeling of fear he sometimes caused in you. You hated it so much because you knew you liked it. Your legs trembled, your breasts hardened, and the heat between your legs was hard to ignore. You sighed, trying to calm your body’s response to the thrilling fear, still holding the knife firmly between your fingers. You leaned against the wall, in the corner of the room, and when the door creaked and the light turned on, your heart raced even faster.

Vessel was wearing the mask you loved so much, the cloak that emphasized his size, the loose pants that forced your eyes downward. You sighed, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions vibrating in your head and responding through your body. He wasn’t painted black this time, only his pale skin slightly reddened at the joints of his fingers. The golden chains with luxurious pendants fell over his neck as if he were knocking on your bedroom door with money, offering to build you a kingdom.

You tightened your grip on the knife. He laughed.

“Look at you, my helpless little mouse…” he mocked, letting his gaze travel down your entire body. You knew he was noticing the way your legs trembled and the way your short pajamas gently hugged your hips. “You can drop that knife. You know very well I would never hurt you…”

There was a silence, a pause. A desire for the rest.

“…unless you ask me to.” Vessel smiled, still teasing. You held the knife less tightly, still hesitant. You didn’t want to drop it immediately, even though you had thought about it. You refused to be that obedient — you knew he loved that. Seconds passed and your grip on the knife’s handle tightened again when he approached in long steps, stopping so close to you that you could smell the woody cologne. The scent was so comforting that, for a moment, you just wanted to nestle into his chest and indulge in a little more of it, and perhaps taste the unique flavor his lips had when pressed against yours.

For a moment, you only stared at the mask and the way you could see his eyes shining with something different. Your eyes slowly fell to his neck, the skin moving gently with his breathing and the way his defined abdomen gleamed with a thin layer of sweat. A smug smile took over his lips, and in the next second he took the knife from your hand, throwing it somewhere in the room. A sharp, startled sound escaped your lips — like a little mouse, just as he had called you — caught off guard by how quickly and how close he was. His face moved toward your ear, and when his lips lightly brushed your lobe, a dragged breath escaped your mouth.

“You’re making a mess all over the house, darling,” he whispered, making you look down at the small pool of blood forming around your feet. Suddenly, the sting of the small cuts was noticed by your brain and you shifted your feet slightly, letting out a small groan of pain, still light due to the addictive effect the adrenaline of fear gives you. You pressed your thighs together even more, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him again.

His fingers moved toward your face, and you remained still. The touch of his fingertips against your skin was enough to ignite a lethal spark. Both of you felt the tremor caused by desire and longing. You slowly closed your eyes, surrendering for the few seconds you were allowed.

“There you are. My needy girl.” He guided you, sliding one of his hands down your waist, enjoying the warmth he had missed so much, bringing your bodies indecently close. His hands traced a path to your back, moved down, and squeezed your ass with a disconcerting strength. You moaned, biting your lower lip, surrendering to him within seconds. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he lifted you from the ground as if you were a weightless little thing, walking to the bathroom and sitting you on the edge of the bathtub.

You ran your hands to his belt, your foggy thoughts crashing hard into reality when he stopped you, kneeling until he was at the level of your eyes.

“You’re a very agile little thing, but I need to wash your feet and stop the bleeding,” he smiled gently behind the mask. You almost scoffed. You could endure the pain for another hour, maybe. But you nodded, feeling embarrassed for being restrained with such disconcerting gentleness.

“The supplies are in the first drawer,” was the first thing you said directly to him since he knocked on your door. Vessel paused for a few seconds, trying to digest the sound of your voice after so long without hearing anything from you. Long months of relentless searching for you, for an answer, for a reason. Now you were in front of him, the sad eyes of someone who, just like him, was dealing with a weight far greater than your shoulders could carry. He didn’t accept the distance, never would, but he didn’t blame you for doing this. He could never think anything bad about the woman who made him wake up every day with the hope of becoming a better man.

He doubted himself, however. He thought he wasn’t enough for you. He wanted to prove to you that there was no pain in the world that would stop him from fighting for you.

And you looked like heaven crashed on your shoulders. You were living by the subordinate believe that there was more than this. More than all this pain, this feeling of never knowing if you’re worthy of all the love in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured softly, like someone too ashamed of what they had done. Vessel grabbed the supply box, placing it beside him as he rinsed your feet with extreme care, as if you were made of rare and fragile porcelain he was afraid to scratch. “I wasn’t fair to you. You were always everything I needed. But I was afraid — afraid of ruining something perfect with my destructive way.”

Vessel released a breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding. His chest hurt as if that were the painful explanation he needed to finally improve. Not painful because he felt left aside — he could barely care about himself if he knew you were going through a difficult time. He dealt with his own dilemmas, but you knew he would always think of you first, and that made you feel even worse. You thought it was unfair that he had to deal with your pain. It was complicated and intense. You saw that he felt that pain and it reflected clearly in his expression, even through the mask. You knew he was also facing that whirlwind of cutting feelings, and the guilt spread inside you like never before.

“The only way to destroy me is to stay away from me, Y/n. I can handle anything for the both of us.” His words hit you with overwhelming force, but you didn’t want to think about how difficult that was. You focused on the small pieces of glass he removed from your cuts, clinking in the corner of the wall. You focused on the physical and momentary pain — that was the pain that masked all the others.

Small bandages were placed on your feet, neat and secure. You wondered how he knew how to handle this so well. Vessel stood up and raised a hand for you, helping you stand carefully. You didn’t think much when you dangerously approached him and joined your lips after so many months without enjoying the best sensation you had ever experienced. At first, the kiss was so calm that the world seemed to stop and only that magical moment existed. His lips devoured yours with a devoted, restrained calm, but still intense and transmitting his desire in that exchange of saliva, hidden feelings and love. However, the tension built up and made room for longing, perverse desires, and sexual craving that had been suppressed for so long.

Vessel grabbed your body with a sweet and brutal force, pressing you against the sink’s edge while his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head so he could reach more of your lips. The mask tickled your face, the golden details slightly cold against your cheek. The rings were equally cold, an intense contrast to the heat radiating from his hands and the rest of his robust body. You noticed even more the insane height difference between you two. He towered over you effortlessly, dominating you and asserting his presence without even trying. You began to feel the sedative effects of that kiss, addictive and exciting, your moans producing sounds he swallowed and devoured with his lips, drawing beautifully indecent groans from him.

And then your body was placed on the sink’s edge and he positioned himself between your legs, pressing his lips to yours again with a desire that seemed endless. You didn’t stop him, didn’t turn your face away, didn’t stiffen your lips. You didn’t want to leave that place. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you. No matter how much you tried to run, hide, push this feeling away… in the end, you knew who you belonged to. His body pressed against yours again and you could feel his hard cock between your legs. He was hard as stone and you couldn’t help rubbing yourself against him, pulling another groan from him, this one dominated by the fierce and primitive impulse inside him. His fingers hooked into the fabric of your sleep shorts and he broke the kiss.

“I missed seeing you sleep in one of these next to me. You gave me so many sleepless nights with this delicious ass provoking me.” He groaned again. You smiled and lifted your hips enough for him to pull your shorts down your legs until they landed somewhere on the bathroom floor.

For a long minute, Vessel stopped everything he was doing just to admire you, especially your legs open for him, along with the soaked fabric of your panties. Your face flushed, biting your lips, increasingly anxious to feel him inside you. One of your feet — the less injured one — moved to his abdomen, making a clumsy caress and sliding down to the erection that seemed capable of tearing through the fabric of his pants. You stroked him over the fabric with the tip of your foot and he smiled, naughty, watching the way you were completely desirous for him. Another groan escaped his lips as he enjoyed you.

“Touch me, please,” you asked sweetly. “I missed you.”

A happy and satisfied smile took over his lips this time, and he slid his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you in an instant. His lips moved down to one of your breasts, sucking, licking, and nibbling while his other hand squeezed and played with the nipple of the other. You moaned loudly, desperate and uncontrolled. He did things to your body that no one else ever had, making you wet, anxious, and completely surrendered. He removed his mouth from your breast with a soft pop, giving the other the same treatment. You rubbed yourself against him even more, searching for some brief relief from the heat between your legs and his erection.

Another soft pop left his mouth, followed by warm kisses spread across your belly, sending light spasms through your body. Vessel slid his thumb over the wet fabric, gently rubbing the finger over your clit and your entire pussy. He played with the fabric for a bit, teasing you before dragging it aside and having the full view of your wet pussy, almost begging for him.

“Look at the wet mess you are for me, love.” He looked at you and saw your eyebrows knit together in a clear plea: just get on with it. He smiled, lowering his face and placing the tip of his tongue exactly on your most sensitive spot. Your body trembled and he laughed, amused, then devouring you hungrily. The edge of the mask brushed against your groin as he ate you, sucked, and devoured your pussy. You moaned loudly, uncontrolled and insane every time he sucked your clit and pushed his tongue inside you.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the masked face that was giving you so much pleasure that your mind spun around the bathroom. It didn’t take long for him to give you the luxury of using his fingers, teasing and preparing your small entrance for what would come next. He sucked you with devotion, pushed his fingers all the way in, and listened to you moan as if it were the most beautiful sound in the universe. He raised his face again and kissed you, now allowing his fingers to move faster inside you, producing the wet and delicious sound he delighted in. You could see that he enjoyed it as much as you did. You didn’t need to give anything in return — just watching you melt with pleasure in his hands was enough for him to feel like the happiest and most satisfied man alive.

He felt exactly like that now, but you knew it wouldn’t stop here. You could see through the mask the glow of lust and desire in his eyes. He was hungry and you knew better than anyone the lenghts he would go to satisfy his own hunger. You threw your head back and he knew you were on the perfect path for him, closer to an orgasm than ever. Even so, he asked:

“Are you close? Are you about to cum for me, love?”

You nodded, moaning loudly and capturing his lips in a clumsy, desperate kiss for more contact and stimulation. And then he abruptly stopped the movements, making you groan in anger and desperation. He laughed when he saw your furious expression — a line on your forehead, fierce eyes, lips pressed together. He removed his own belt with almost abnormal speed, and for a moment you only watched him. He was dressed like the entity he had created, merely a vessel. But you, devouring the way the mask and garments displayed a luxurious green and soft gold, saw him as something beyond just a vessel. He was so beautiful, so charming, so gentle and brutal. So human and yet, so celestial, like he came from somewhere else. Heaven, maybe.

You saw him as a god.

Amid all your observation, you noticed the way he lowered his pants and his cock sprang free. It was big, thick, adorned with beautiful veins that stood out even more when he was hard. You knew you could take him — you had had sex many times before — but something about that night was driven by such intense domination that you feared what was coming. He touched his own cock and jerked it for a few seconds. You couldn’t take your eyes off that scene. The precum at the tip dripped shyly. You were sure you were salivating. When he approached again, he simply slid the tip against your wet pussy, drawing a provocative smile from him and a needy moan from you.

He leaned over you and you saw his hand hold the base of his cock. Then a string of saliva fell from his lips onto the tip of his cock. You took a deep breath — that was quite a sight. And before you could even process everything happening, he pushed all the way inside you. There was an instant where all you felt was the pain of him entering without warning, but it was quickly replaced by the intense pleasure of being filled by his size and thickness, invading you completely and making you beg for more. Each thrust deeper than the last brought your bodies closer and closer, and Vessel felt like he could finally breathe as he felt you tighten around him, dominated by the pleasure only he could give you.

“Fuck, love. How I missed you,” he moaned in your ear, pushing you deeper, one hand lightly choking your neck to keep you in place. You smiled and searched for more air.

“I missed you too, love,” you murmured, the small smile still on your lips, maintaining eye contact with the indecipherable eyes behind that mask that invaded your thoughts day and night. There was a moment when you both got lost between cruel reality and that bathroom where all that distance turned into the past, and all you could do was lose yourselves in each other’s bodies in an attempt to recover all the lost time. The moans mixed with heavy breaths, desperate confessions of love, the longing and belonging you only found beside each other.

Vessel stopped once again and you groaned, your face twisting into anger and frustration. All you wanted was to feel that delicious sensation with the man you loved so much. He didn’t hide the smile that formed on his lips when he saw you angry. He pulled you from there and your feet touched the cold floor, turning you toward the mirror and bending your body enough so you could face your own reflection. You felt his cock against your ass, warm and pulsing, making it almost impossible to focus on anything. Vessel covered your mouth and pushed his cock inside you again. You moaned, but it was completely muffled by his hand.

“My angry little kitten is moaning too loudly. The neighbors might complain,” he whispered, thrusting his hips against your ass, driving his cock even deeper. Your legs trembled — you wouldn’t last much longer. His hands kept your face turned toward the mirror, forcing you to watch what you were doing.

“I’ll show you what you look like from the inside.” You could hear the wrath in his voice and expression.

You closed your eyes, dominated by him, dominated by pleasure. In the darkness, your senses sharpened and the pleasure intensified, but he didn’t let you.

“Open your fucking eyes. Look at yourself. Look at me,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. You opened your eyes, a desperate moan escaping when he thrust faster into you. “Look at me while I fuck you. You are mine, only mine. Say it.”

He removed his hand from your mouth so you could speak. Numb with pleasure, you only moaned and he squeezed your face, grabbing your attention, taking you for himself.

“Say it.”

“I—I… I’m yours. Completely yours.” You looked at him through the mirror, your voice broken and your body limp, increasingly conquered by the dominating feeling of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he said between a groan and a deep breath. You felt proud for being his good girl. And as a reward for your obedient behavior, his movements became even more intense, faster, and more precise. Your head fell forward and the moans that had once been loud became increasingly whiny, turning into pleas that drew a loving and victorious smile from Vessel. He loved when you became so surrendered to him, so needy, sensitive, and dependent.

“That’s it, love. Cum for me. I need that,” he asked, holding your hips to help support your body. You were getting lighter and losing control of your own responses. The spasms intensified and the heat between your legs was closer to turning into an explosion. You simply let him thrust into you the way he knew how, stimulating that place he could find without effort. You found the strength to moan, trying to warn him.

“I—I’m going to…” was all you managed to say before your body exploded into waves of pleasure. Vessel slowed the pace, his thrusts now slower as you squirted onto the bathroom floor. He held your body carefully, keeping the rhythm to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, anchoring you until the pleasure relaxed your body. As soon as you breathed more calmly, he resumed the previous rhythm and the profane, wet sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass filled the small bathroom space.

You knew that now he would seek his own pleasure, since you were satisfied and radiant after the incredible orgasm he had given you. The movements were fast, precise, intense. His moans grew louder, revealing the pleasure he was feeling.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so tight,” he groaned, drawing a smile from your lips. You bent over the sink, allowing him to go even deeper. The moans became even more pleasurable and the sound was satisfying to hear.

“Perfect,” he moaned, stroking your ass and leaving a slap on the sensitive skin.

“All yours,” you said, feeling the delicious sensation of his cock filling you to the very end.

You felt when his moans became disoriented, the movements even faster, slippery, and clumsy. You tightened around him, intensifying the sensation so he could have his release. He moaned in approval, smiling and throwing his head back. His muscles tensed and you knew he was close. You arched your body even more and his fingers dug into your skin as he came inside you. You moaned when his warm liquid filled you without warning, arousing you with the sensation. He didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed there, pumping his cock inside you so that not a single drop would be wasted. Then he pulled out and all the thick, warm liquid slid from your pussy, running down your legs. He smiled, proud of it, as if he had just finished a beautiful painting.

“Mine.”

You adjusted yourself and turned to him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss full of tenderness and love. Your fingers touched the edges of the mask, removing it and giving you the view of the face you had missed so much. His clear, bright, slightly grayish eyes welcomed you with the familiar and intense affection he felt for you. His rosy cheeks added something even more adorable to his face. So yours.

“You still love me, right?” you asked, half joking and maybe asking for real.

“Of course I do. I turned this world upside down just to find you, and I would do it a million times. But I’d rather you never walk away again. You won’t walk away, right?”

“Tonight, you’ll have the answer.” You played.

Of course you would never escape, and of course he loved you. What existed between you went far beyond love.