#make them real

Vessel x reader 

Sleep is more than rest—it is a powerful deity and a vast, otherworldly realm where dreams and silence reign. Within this sacred domain, Vessel holds a vital role, serving as a living conduit for Sleep’s will. Yet, Vessel has begun to stray, ignoring the subtle calls and sacred rhythms of Sleep. In response, the deity has grown angry, and Vessel now suffers deeply —both mentally and physically— plagued by exhaustion and divine punishment. Reader, a devoted and caring guardian of Sleep, ensuring Sleep’s will is upheld through offerings and sacred rites, also having to maintain harmony between Vessel and Sleep.

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Life suddenly became so busy, anyways I hope you guys enjoy this smut-filled chapter and leave your thoughts in the comments! <33 These are posted on my ao3 account too, user in bio!

Part 4

His eyes rolled back, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as your fingers continued to tease his oversensitive cock. "More...? You're... fucking sadistic..." He tried to speak, but all that came out was a series of incoherent moans and whimpers. "Please..."

"You can take it." With mischievous glint in your eye, you kissed his chin and down to his neck. His entire body trembled as he melted under your touch, all rational thought leaving his mind. "I ca-" His words were cut off by another intense wave of pleasure, his hips moving in desperate little thrusts against your fingers. "Gonna cum again..."

"Are you really? So soon?" You teased him as you left your hand there for him to thrust into again. He let out an almost frantic laugh, half-delirious with pleasure and disbelief. "This can't be happening. He breathed between thrusts, his hips moving urgently against your waiting hand. "Too fucking good..." His eyes finally fluttered open to meet yours, glazed over with intense desire. A shaky, incredulous laugh slipped out as he continued to fuck your hand with desperate abandon.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud, broken cry, he came undone, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself onto your fingers for the third time that night. His entire body went lax, spent and satisfied. "Holy... fuck."

You smiled as you sat on top of him, watching and grinding slowly on him as he panted. He groaned weakly as he felt you grind against him, his sensitive flesh protesting even as his body reacted instinctively. His hands gripped your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away. "You're... fucking insatiable..."

"Since l'm not able to join Sleep… I'll be up all night." You leaned in close, voice silky as you leaned forward to kiss him, hips still feuding against his. His breath caught in his throat as your lips met his, already addicted to the taste. His exhausted brain struggled to register your words, but his body reacted eagerly to your grinding movements. "Fuck... you're making me hard again..." He muttered against your mouth, his hands tightening on your hips.

He watched through lidded eyes as you kissed your way down his body, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure across his hypersensitive skin. A shaky groan escaped him as you approached his half-hard cock, now flushed and eager once more, "You're... fucking relentless."

You continued down until you reached his length and stared up at him. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at your gaze, your lips dangerously close to his sensitive flesh. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his hips already arching slightly towards your mouth. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He growled. 

"What makes you say that?" With a teasing smile, you spread his thighs further apart, planting a kiss on his inner thigh. He hissed through gritted teeth as your kiss landed on his inner thigh, his entire body tensing up in anticipation. "Because no normal person would keep going like this..” He could feel the blood rushing to his already throbbing length, swelling and hardening under your tantalizing gaze. 

"I'm no person, you know that." You flashed a devilish grin before you also gave his tip a kiss. His body convulsed as your lips brushed his sensitive tip, a strangled whimper escaping him. He could feel himself growing harder and heavier in your hands as you spread his thighs wider. He was dangerously close to breaking already, and you hadn't even properly touched him yet.

You then gave him a slow lick from his base to his tip, your eyes still on him. He let out a hoarse cry as your tongue dragged along his length, his hips bucking involuntarily into the touch. The feeling was almost too intense to bear, his skin already flushed and burning from the sheer sensitivity. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate. "Fuck... your mouth..."

"You… don't… like it?" You dragged out the words, slow and dripping with suggestion, as if torturing him through teasing. He groaned loudly, a sound caught between frustration and desperate need as you paused your tormenting licks. His hips jerked upwards, seeking the warmth of your mouth again. "Don't fucking tease me now.." He panted, his voice cracking with barely contained lust.

"It's fun to watch you like this though." You stroked him up and down lightly and softly. His whole body shuddered at the feather-light touch of your finger, and he let out a frustrated whine. "Fun for who? Me or you?" His breath hitched as you continued your maddeningly slow strokes. "Either you suck me properly, or l swear..."

"What? What you gonna do about it?" You tilted your head, lips curved in a wicked little smile. His eyes darkened with unspent passion and unsated anger, his jaw clenching as he glared down at you. He could think of a few things to make you stop teasing him, like pinning you down and forcing you to take him in your mouth until he was satisfied. Seeing your smug expression only fueled his anger and desire, making him snap. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your teasing finger away from his aching length and wrapped his legs around your waist, trapping you between his thighs.

"Wha-?!" You gasped. His usually soft voice grew dark and commanding as he pinned you in place, his strong musician's hands surprisingly firm against your wrist. "You want to play games, sweetheart? Let's play." He shifted his hips, his hard cock now pressing against your face. “Either you take it all or..."

"Or what?" You smirked, letting your breath ghost over his skin, your eyes locked onto his, never breaking contact as you stroke your cheek against the length of him, savoring the subtle twitch that answered your touch. The heat of him throbbed against your skin, and you tilted your head just slightly, nestling in closer, letting the soft graze of your cheek tease him with maddening gentleness. Every movement was intentional, slow, meant to unravel him and from the way his breath caught, you knew it was working.

His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your soft cheek against his sensitive flesh. His control was slipping fast. "Or you'll find out exactly how much self-control I actually have... and trust me, it's running very thin right now."

"And what's gonna hap-" Before you could finish, he pushed your head down against his length, forcefully entering your mouth. He groaned loudly, head falling back as your surprise muffled against his cock turned into a throaty gag. His grip on your hair tightened instinctively, holding you in place. "Fuuuuck..." He hissed between clenched teeth, his hips rocking into your mouth of their own accord.

You looked up at him through glassy, tear-filled eyes, lashes clinging together as he thrust into your mouth with a relentless rhythm. His grip in your hair was firm, guiding your head just how he liked it, using your throat to chase his release. Each deep stroke had spit dripping messily from your lips, strings of saliva clinging between you, soaking your chin, your cheeks, your chest. You were a mess, eyes wet, mouth stretched, breath stolen, and he couldn’t get enough of the way you took it, the way you looked so ruined for him. The slick, obscene sounds filled the air, and still he didn’t stop. If anything, the sight of you like that made him go even deeper.

His eyes flashed with a manic gleam as he stared down at you, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks as he relentlessly thrust into your mouth. The wet sounds of his flesh pounding against your lips filled the air, mixing with his strained grunts and your choked gasps. He showed no signs of slowing down or pulling out, his strong hands keeping your head pinned down as he ruthlessly used your mouth. His body tensed, getting closer to the edge, his hips jerking erratically as he got rougher and rougher.

You gripped on his thighs tightly as he went faster. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body convulsing as he finally reached his breaking point. With a sharp thrust, he buried himself deep in your throat and held you there, his hot seed spilling out and coating the inside of your mouth. "S-swallow it..” He shuddered as his hips jerked. 

You obeyed, taking him deeper with each breath, your throat tightening as you swallowed him, a few involuntary gags escaping as you struggled to keep up with his relentless pace. The taste of him was overwhelming, and the feeling of him pressing against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and travelling down your throat made every inch of you burn. But you didn’t pull away. You took it, despite the waves of discomfort, knowing it only fueled the hunger in his eyes.

His body shuddered with each swallow, his grip on your hair slowly relaxing as the last waves of his intense orgasm washed over him. He pulled out slowly, his softening length slipping from your mouth with a wet pop. He panted heavily, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and something darker.

You coughed and panted, holding your throat as saliva mixed with his cum dripping down your chin. His breath caught again, watching how his facefucking had left you breathless and slightly disheveled. The sight of you touching your throat and the saliva coating your lips made his spent cock twitch again. "Told you not to tease me..." He chuckled breathlessly. 

"I'm still gonna do that." You chuckled back at him, still trying to catch your breath. He smirked, a glint of mischief and lingering lust in his eyes. Despite just cumming intensely, his cock stirred again at your wicked grin. "Mmm, I expected no less from you..."

You smirked back at him before leaning in and capturing his lips. The kiss was electric, a fierce, hungry clash of tongues that sent heat pooling between the both of you. As you settled on top of him again, straddling his hips, he kissed you back with a raw intensity, his hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. The pressure of his body against yours made your pulse quicken, feeling the undeniable hardness beneathyou. His touch was demanding, possessive, but still hungry for more.

Feeling your body pressed tightly to his reignited the flames of his desire, making his cock twitch and swell against your thigh. He grabbed your wrists, flipping both of you over and pinned you down, switching positions once more. You gasped as you got pinned down on the bed, "How do you still have so much energy?" 

He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh sweetheart, that was just a warm-up." He smirked at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip teasingly before soothing it with his tongue. His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper against your ear as he slowly pressed forward. "Still want to play games?" He slid in just enough to make you gasp, then paused, torturously slow. "Or shall we play my way now?"

"Mmh fuck..." A soft gasp escaping your lips as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. The cool air brushed against your exposed neck, heightening the heat between you both as you let yourself get lost in the moment. His grip tightened on your waist, and you could feel the heat of him pressing into you.

A smug, satisfied smirk crossed his face as he felt your body welcoming him in. "Such a dirty mouth... maybe I should fill it again later." He thrust forward gradually, stretching you inch by inch as he whispered intensely. "Are you going to be a good girl and take it like this?"

You gasped and moaned, the sound escaping you before you could stop it, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt him slide inside. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of heat through your body as you looked down, watching the way he filled you. Every inch of him was a perfect fit, stretching you in the most delicious way. The pressure, the intimacy, the rawness of the moment left you breathless, and all you could do was hold onto him as he moved, the intensity building between you both.

His smirk widened into a wicked grin as he watched you gazing down our joined bodies, your arousal painted plainly across your face. He leaned back, grabbing your ankles and draping your legs over his broad shoulders. This new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, stretching you impossibly full. You let out a loud moan, the sound raw and uncontrolled, as your head was thrown back further, exposing the soft curve of your neck. Your fingers dug into the bed sheets, the fabric twisting under your grip as the sensation of him filled you completely.

He groaned in masculine satisfaction, witnessing the euphoric wreckage of pleasure that your body was becoming beneath him. His hands squeezed your ankles as he pistoned in and out, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy filling the room. "That's it, take it deep," His breathing grew ragged and hot against your thighs as he quickened his brutal pace, his powerful hips slamming into you again and again. He looked up to see your face contorted in ecstasy, his hands gripping your ankles painfully tight. "You like this angle?"

"Fuck yeah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumed you, your body reacting to every deep thrust. The words escaped you before you could stop them, and the heat building between you only made it harder to hold back.

A low, approving growl rumbled from his chest as he pounded into your willing body mercilessly. "Such a good girl, taking me so deep." He shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. His eyes locked onto yours, watching the raw pleasure contort your face as he relentlessly targeted that sensitive spot inside you. The bed creaked and shook beneath the force of his thrusts, the headboard banging against the wall. "Fuck, you're so damn tight..."

Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing over you, making you moan loudly and helplessly. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body rocking with each deep movement as your head tipped back, lost in the intense rhythm. Every breath, every sound, was a reflection of how badly you needed him, how every inch of him was driving you closer to the edge. 

His control snapped, the intense pleasure of your tight pussy and the sound of your loud moans becoming too much for him to handle. He gripped your ankles tightly and fucked you with wild, animalistic abandon, the bed shaking violently as he chased his own climax. You screamed in pleasure, your voice echoing through the room, while your tear-filled eyes locked onto him, wide and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Every movement, every sensation sent shivers through your body, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath his thrusts.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you and roared his release. His hot seed flooded your insides as he trembled and jerked, filling you completely. He collapsed onto your heaving chest, panting heavily as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck..."

You came with a shuddering cry, your legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through you like a wildfire. Every nerve lit up, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, your breath catching in your throat. You rode the waves of pleasure, gripping the moment like your life depended on it, until you were left breathless, trembling, and utterly undone.

His heavy weight on top of you made it difficult to breathe, but you didn't mind as you both rode out the aftershocks of your intense releases. He nuzzled his face between your breasts, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Damn... you always take me so deep..." His still-hard length pulsed inside you, clearly not done with you yet. He nipped affectionately at your neck. "Don't think we're done yet..." His hips moved slowly again, restarting their rhythmic dance against your sensitive depths. "Told you I had enough energy left..." He flashed you a devilish grin, his hips never ceasing their sensual grinding against your most intimate places. 

Even after the intense orgasm, he showed no signs of slowing down, determined to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your writhing body. “S-sensitive…” You choked out. He chuckled darkly, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hips ground slowly against yours, letting you feel his renewed hardness pressing insistently against you. "Oh my love, that was just a warm-up." His hands roamed over your curves possessively as he positioned himself between your thighs, the tip of his hard cock nudging insistently at your entrance. “Ready?” 

- not even out yet

My brain:

OK but Player 3 would be lit

They could be Sora, Yozora…

Or a background faceless character we didn’t knew about in the games till will point out later

They could be a character in Quadratum as they’re pretty much dead so

They could have their heart resting in another’s person (subject x for example)

This ^ but on the balance board.