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[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part I

Well, it happened... After trying to evade the hype for so long they finally got me 😂😂 This story has had me in a chokehold (haha, get it?) since I started toying around with the idea of it. Hopefully you guys enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for future chapters and/or Sleep Token one shots!

WARNINGS: None

Part II

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Credit to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading, ily bb 💗💗💗

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You sat with your feet propped up on the counter, one of the magazines you had yet to sell spread open on your lap. "Be fashion forward this fall." You read out loud to the empty store in a mocking tone as your eyes grazed over the pictures of chunky sweaters, jeans, and boring, brown leather boots. The bell over the door jingled as a customer entered the store, your eyes darted up, expecting one of your regulars. You were met with the sight of someone in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over their head. 'Great,' you thought to yourself, 'just when I thought I was going to have an easy evening.' You watched the man carefully, waiting to see what exactly he was going to stick in his pockets. Now, you normally turn a blind eye to shoplifters up to a certain extent, everyone deserves to have something to eat. But, being an independently owned store you could only take so much of a loss on your inventory. To your surprise, the man didn't pick up a single item. He took his time looking over the contents of each shelf, his hands never leaving his sweatshirt pocket. "Can I help you find anything, sir?" His head turned slightly in your direction, but not enough for you to see his face.

"What time do you close?" You were caught off guard by his British accent, it was an uncommon occurrence to get outsiders in your small backwoods town.

"Eight o'clock." He nods his thanks and hurriedly exits your store, almost bumping into one of your regulars on the way out.

"Everything alright?" He asks as the strange visitor leaves your store.

"Do you know him?" You ask quietly, as if he would somehow be able to overhear you despite having rounded the corner of the building already.

"Yeah, he's one of those… those cultists that set up shop in the woods." He explains. You were a bit shocked at the realization. You had been seeing headlines in the local newspaper for months as curiosity rose around the small group of men that had built a few Cabins on the very edge of town. Reporters didn't dare venture into their camp for an interview, but that didn't stop them from snapping a few pictures from the safety of the treeline. Four cabins sat at each corner of a small clearing, a large fire pit dominated the center. From what you could make out they seemed to have some sort of root cellar and a lackluster garden, which would explain why you hadn't seen any of them in person until this afternoon. "You be careful, (Y/N). Freaks like that might just try to sacrifice you to some goat demon they worship." He warns. You can't help but roll your eyes at the outlandish statement.

"Mark, those boys haven't done a single thing to bother anyone since they got here. They've been out there for months, if they were going to take someone they would've done it by now." You argue.

He chuckles, "Trust me darlin', I hope you're right. But until then me and a lot of other folks around here plan on keeping a close eye on them. You'd do best to stay away from them."

"You think I can't take care of myself?" You challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Now, Miss (Y/N), you and I both know you'd beat my ass to next Sunday if that's what I was implying." The two of you shared a laugh. "I just don't want something bad to happen, that's all. These strange men show up out of nowhere one day and no one knows where they came from, hell none of us have ever seen their faces. They all wear these black masks, least that's what the reports are saying. You can never be too cautious."

"I'll take my chances." You smile politely in an attempt to get him off his soap box. "Now, I take it you're here for your pack of Marlboros."

"Yes ma'am, and an extra one for Donnie if you don't mind." He responds with a nod as he fumbles for his wallet in his back pocket.

"You got it boss." The rest of your evening was spent rather uneventfully, save for the fact that you would practically jump out of your chair every time the door opened. You glanced up at the clock, there was about twenty minutes left until you closed. "Maybe he decided to not come back." You shrug. Moments later an old, beat up pick up truck rumbled into the parking lot. You watched as the driver got out, his head dipped low to hide his face in the hood of his black sweatshirt. He pushes through the door, the jingle of the bell the only sound to cut through the tense silence. "Welcome back." You tried to sound friendly despite your unease. He nods at you in response, not saying a single word as he makes his way quickly and directly to everything he needs. He approaches the counter, unloading his arm load of supplies before taking a step back. "You got a name to go with those big, broad shoulders of yours?" You ask in a bit of a teasing tone, trying to do what you could to lighten the mood. He remained silent, despite the fact you couldn't see his face you couldn't escape the feeling of his piercing gaze. You opened a bag, carefully organizing his contents inside. "$18.75, sir." He slaps a twenty dollar bill on the counter, not even waiting for his change as he grabs his bag and flits out the door. You watched as he drove off, not sure exactly what you were supposed to make of that interaction. You had a similar occurrence every day for almost a week. He would come in, grab an armful of groceries, put down his money, and he left. You would try and greet him whenever he would come in your store, it was always met with a curt nod.

"Vessel." You froze as he finally spoke up. You looked up, your eyes met with 6 slits on an odd looking mask. "You can call me Vessel." You couldn't think of how to respond at first. He had barely acknowledged your existence before tonight, what had changed?

"Vessel… (Y/N)." You stick out your hand to shake his. "It's nice to finally meet you." You smile as his hands clap into yours.

"You're different from the other people we've run into from town." He remarks.

"The reporters?"

"Some of them, a few others we just happened to cross paths with." You could feel him studying you. "You don't seem scared."

"Vessel, you've been coming in here for over a week now. If you were going to try and hurt me you would've done it by now." You notice the corner of his mouth quirk up in a smile.

"I guess you have a point." He chuckles. You finish scanning his items and give him his total. He places the money down on the counter and picks up his bag.

"How come you never take your change?" You ask as he's almost out the door.

"I know you run this place by yourself, think of it as me tipping a small business." He flashes a brief, brilliant smile at you. You try to hide your shy smile by fixing up your register. "Oh, and (Y/N)?" You glance back up at him. "It's nice to finally meet you too."

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[dy6nsty]

*slides underneath your door discreetly*

request for sleep token with a uh..*checks notes* another female (reader) in the band? like one who plays an instrument and sometimes does backing vocals? don't feel obligated to do it, luv u dear ♡♡

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MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS. YES.

Sleep Token x Fem!Band member

ReaderRelationship: Rom [Fem nicknames used!]

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Vessel:

He’s content with having both a back up vocalist and guitarist. Now he has two which comes in handy!

Likes to put you in parts where both of your voices mix together. Soft songs or songs that leave more into the metal side its a good mix between the both of you.

Gets a little touchy when singing next to you (If you do get to roam with the microphone like he does)

Loves your voice in general, has a smile on his face when you start singing with him.

Back to the thigh thing. I’m betting money he still grabs your thighs. Sexual or not it’s a satisfying thing to him when he’s singing and you’re strumming the guitar.

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IV:

Gentle kissing randomly. Motions with his hands for you to come over and starts kissing down until you smack him to stop.

‘helps’ fix ur instrument. But instead he’s just adding a reason to come over to you.

He can fix your guitar.. But most of the time he has a tendency to hold it above your head for a while to see how high you can jump.

Stands next to you while you do your vocal parts, definitely would tease you but doesn’t want you to get distracted. (He already distracted.)

Stole your microphone once. Vessel was pissed since you had to follow late behind him.

Calls you “Pretty girl.” I don’t make rules, it’s just written for me. He finds your voice absolutely gorgeous.

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III:

We’ve seen him with IV. Now with you? No gentle kissing, you’re getting aggressive ones. (Who doesn’t tho.)

Goes over your lyrics / parts in rehearsals together or in private to spend time with you.

Stomping sessions feel necessary. He’ll stomp over to you with his guitar and look dumbfounded if you don’t stomp back to him.

Beckons for you to come over so he can kiss you. (This band kisses like every thirty minutes.)

SINGING? Weak in his knees. Bopping his head or singing under his breath with you. “Your voice is really… pretty.” He continues on with many words to describe your voice.

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II:

Can’t really go anywhere but his fingers can surely make motions!

Compliments your singing after the show or when you come up to his little area.

Watches you play your instrument or stomp around with IV and III when you play guitar

Waits for you to come over to him but will wave his hands in the air if it takes you a little while. Give him a lil kiss.

EYE CONTACT. He is keeping eye-contact while you play/sing. He has full eyes on you, especially if you have a solo.

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Felt to horny in the first version so I tried to clean it up :)

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[xxcallmemaryxx]

There’s something about IV that just screams touchy feely.

His eyes are intense, from across the room all it takes is a glance in your direction and you can just tell he is fighting the urge to reach for you. He wants his hands on you. He wants to feel your skin underneath his palms. He wants to trace the shape of your body with the tips of his fingers. He wants you close. So close. Close enough to smell the shampoo in your hair. He wants to bury his nose in it and pull you flush against him. He wants skin on skin. He wants to feel you. Fuck he just wants to feel you all the time it drives him mad. He wants to hold your hand. He wants your thigh pressed firmly against his when he sits next to you. He wants to consume you, body and soul. He cannot get enough of you.

Please let him. Let him hold you. Let him feel you. Let him run his hands all over you and burn the shape of your form permanently into his mind. Let him lean against you when he’s tired. Let him seek the warmth of your touch when he needs to be grounded. Let him lose himself in the sensation of being so close to you. So close yet so far. He can’t get you close enough, for long enough. Just let him. Please.

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[hidden-ember]

take me past the edge

🗯 pairing: sleep token vessel x afab reader x sleep token iv

🗯 tags: nsfw - mdni, oral sex (giving and receiving), penetrative sex (receiving), gendered terms (girl), degradation, praise, submission

a/n: short one! forgive me if it's not the best. i wrote it for a friend based off of their idea for some ves/iv dynamics and figured it was worth posting here. this starts right in the middle of things, so no preview this time- it's all under the cut.

“Come on, love. Make me feel as good as you do right now,” IV purred while grabbing the end of your chain collar, pulling it tighter around your throat. You looked up at him from all fours on the floor, a position you often found yourself in.

IV let up the tension on the chain when you finally moved your head forward obediently, his throbbing cock entering the back of your throat. You tried your hardest not to gag on his length, breathing steadily through your nose.

“Now that’s a much better use for your mouth, brat.” The man looked down at you with a devilish smirk on his face, pleased to have finally gotten you to shut up. 

You had spent the whole day working his last nerve, mouthing off to him, giving too much of your attention to Vessel— who was now on his knees, eating you out from behind. His hands were wrapped around your legs, slender fingers digging into your thighs with a firm grip as your head bobbed up and down on IV’s shaft.

You were momentarily lost in the sensations of Vessel sliding his tongue along your folds, lapping up your arousal. 

You moaned around IV’s cock and he let out his own noises of satisfaction, but when your eyes slammed shut as Vessel’s tongue darted hungrily into your opening, he became frustrated once more.

“Hey,” IV tugged your collar again. “None of that. Eyes on me.”

Vessel abruptly pulled out of you. The overwhelming wave of emptiness hit you like a train and caused you to stop your movements on IV. Before he could begin to chastise you, Vessel cut him off.

“Can you blame them?” The man said from behind you, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. 

He chuckled at his bandmates’ irritation, kneading your inner thighs soothingly when you whined around IV’s cock. 

“Our pretty girl is just a little sensitive. Isn’t that right, lovey?”

“Our pretty girl,” IV spat out bitterly, grunting as he began to fuck your face, “needs to learn their place.” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. 

“Well,” Vessel placed a tender kiss to your puffy lips before resuming speaking, “at least we can agree that place is on their knees.” 

“Exactly where such a submissive little slut belongs,” IV muttered. He was panting heavily now, feeling his climax building as you sucked harder on his cock. 

Your eyes widened at his statement and he returned your gaze with an amused look. Despite his harsh tone, he knew his words were only driving you further to the edge. 

IV’s hand left your collar and he gripped the back of your head forcefully. He pushed you down on his length while moving his hips forward, bottoming out in the back of your throat. 

With your lips pressed firmly to his pubic bone, he held you in place for a moment, only pulling back when you choked. The tears that had formed in the corners for your eyes started to flow once IV jerked his hips forward again.

Vessel looked on, briefly distracted by the sight of you taking IV’s cock so well. He was certain you were the most beautiful thing in the world when you submitted to them like this.

Returning his attention to your aching pussy, Vessel dipped his thumb into your entrance, gathering your wetness before dragging it up towards your clit. He rubbed gentle circles at first, then slowly increased the pressure. 

The sound of your strangled moans around IV’s shaft was music to his ears. He moved his free hand to your hip, holding you in place as you began to tremble from the stimulation.

With the way Vessel skillfully attending to your pussy contrasted with IV roughly fucking your throat, you weren’t sure how much longer you would last.

“Gonna cum already? You’re rather pathetic, aren’t you?” IV chuckled as he brushed one of your tears away before it trickled down your cheek. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he tasted the saltiness of your tears.

“You’re doing so well, pet,” Vessel praised, ignoring IV. The warmth of his breath on your sensitive folds made you shudder. He brought his mouth back up to your pussy, tongue swirling around your entrance as his thumb continued working at your swollen bud.

You quickened your pace on IV, watching his stern demeanor fade. His eyes fluttered shut as you milked his cock.

“Fucking hell,” IV let out a soft gasp.

The erotic sounds from his bandmate goading him on, Vessel picked up his thumb's tempo to match yours. His tongue delved deeper into your core now. 

You lost all resolve, being left motionless as they both greedily took what they wanted from you. 

The sight of you coming undone from the other man’s touch drove IV past his limit. 

“Pretty little thing,” his voice strained as he fought to get the words out. He couldn’t hold back anymore, slamming into your mouth one last time.

You watched IV’s head fall back in pleasure as thick ropes of his cum shot down your throat. You swallowed it all, as you always did. 

The familiar taste of him and the pride you felt from satisfying him was enough for the dam to burst. You came around Vessel’s mouth, eliciting a satisfied moan from him. 

Vessel continued circling your clit, ignoring your shaking legs as he milked every last drop of your orgasm, much like you did IV’s. A high pitched whimper escaped your lips as you pulled off of IV’s cock. 

“You taste divine, my dear,” Vessel murmured once he pulled away from you, relishing in the way your juices coated his tongue. 

“And why don’t you tell me how I taste, hmm, brat?” IV grabbed your chin, angling your head upwards. You held out your tongue proudly. 

“Well done, love.” IV’s kind eyes betrayed his dominant façade as leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead. He held his hand out for you, assisting you to your knees. 

“Such a good girl for us,” Vessel cooed from behind you. 

You turned to face him. His wide smile showed off his fangs and he was practically radiating pride for you. He held open his arms, eagerly waiting for you to embrace him. 

Moving to where he knelt on the floor, you wrapped your arms tightly around him. He pulled you into his chest and began gently running his fingers through your hair.

IV watched affectionately as you held one another. He knew you usually turned to Vessel for aftercare– he was the softer one when it came to your needs, after all.

“Well aren’t you two adorable… but I don’t think you’re quite done, love,” IV said, eyeing Vessel’s hard-on.

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[skellyflowers]

My Sleep Token headcannons

● Vessel is always available for cuddles.

● When he paces about it is because he wants a hug.

● Is a baby when cuddle time ends. It doesn't matter how long cuddle time was.

● II is a great listener .

●The best to talk out your feelings with.

● Makes Vessel stop pouting.

● III loves all frogs.

● His absolute favorite is the frog that can't land a jump.

● He shows love with acts of service.

● IV is really good at drawing. Has a notebook full of doodles.

● Give him a kiss and he will show you. Will do whatever you want if you gave him a kiss first.

● King of after care.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 11. aphrodisiacs

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “picture perfect”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

pairing: iv (ivy) x gn!reader

a/n: he’s a slut and i want him

cw: nsfw content. aphrodisiac. there are aphrodisiacs laced in the drinks. dubcon-ish. both parties are affected by the aphrodisiacs. intense foreplay.

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“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.” —❤︎

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the nighttime bar was bustling with life. it was filled with a variety of many different people, having a good old time and using the night to unwind and just relax, drowning themselves in the rave of chaotic excitement.

christmas was a time for joy, but of course, there were always party animals that wanted to wallow their emotions into the empty sweetness of elicit liquor and frosted sugar pastries that the fancy, rich distilleries had to offer.

that’s where ivy found himself tonight.

accompanied by his lonesome self, he idly twirled a shot glass in his hand, watching the rich drink in the cup swirl around against the glass, keeping his fingers on the rim of it. ivy wasn’t so sure why he came here in the first place, especially on christmas evening of all days, where the party was high and people were rowdy. the guitarist wasn’t much of a party person to begin with anyways. but, his band mates wanted to come here to celebrate another successful year as a musical group, and of course, he couldn’t say no.

still, he’d much rather be home at the moment.

“still by yourself, ivy?”

that familiar voice snapped him out of his trance. ivy’s gaze lingered to your form, and he just let out a heavy sigh.

“you know i prefer to be away from the crowds.” ivy sighed, sipping a little bit of alcohol from his glass. “but i can’t say no to vessel. that big oaf he is.”

you chuckled and took a seat next to ivy, keeping your hands on your lap as you spoke to your fellow member, deciding to distance yourself away from the crowds for now.

“that’s sweet of you, vy. but really, you didn’t have to come out here if you don’t like parties.”

“nah, it’s the least i can do. i love you guys too much to say no to you.”

your heart warmed at the sound of ivy’s words. he was always so intricate and precise with his wording. he meant every sentence of that.

“thanks, ivy.” you thanked with a genuine smile.

underneath his mask, he smiled back. “anytime, y/n.”

you wished that ivy would show this sensitive, soft side to himself more often. it was really a beautiful sight, really. to see someone who’s usually super stoic, be all caring and watchful for those he loves. it was quite nice.

the two of you exchanged small talk for a bit, just talking about your most recent tour and how you’re both excited to get to work on the new albums and eps that vessel had planned for the next year. it was going to be one hell of a year to remember, that’s for sure. ivy was surprisingly a very pleasant person to talk to. he always had different topics to bring into the conversation, and he was just an easy person to chat with.

though, as the two of your exchanged pleasantries, sharing a couple of laughs here and there, the bartender slipped you both two alcoholic drinks in fancy cups. both of you raised your eyebrows at this, considering you did not order another drink, aside from the casual shots.

“sir? we didn’t order this.” you tried to correct, but the bartender only gave a coy smile.

“don’t worry, it’s on the house.” he winked. “consider it a … special holiday drink.”

you and ivy couldn’t even get another word in, because the bartender went off to do his work, serving other clients and customers that came in. the guitarist just side-eyed the bartender for a bit, before taking the time to observe the drink he was given. it was clearly alcoholic, and the rim of the class seemed to be lined with crystallized sugar. the actual liquor itself seemed to dawn a sunset-pinkish shade, with red and purple swirled into the liquid. ivy couldn’t tell what kind of alcohol it was, but he had guessed it to be some sort of vodka, mixed with another unknown drink.

ivy eyed the glass suspiciously. the drink looked pretty… almost too pretty for it to be just some casual alcoholic drink. though, his curiosity was piqued, and his mind wondered how the taste would pop in his mouth.

“strange… that guy was kind of weird, giving us a drink like that out of nowhere.” he chided, still holding his suspicions high as he observed the glass.

“yeah… but i haven’t had a good drink in a while.” you said with a curious voice, tilting your head as you brought the rim of the glass closer to your lips.

the two of you shared a look for a moment, thinking the exact same thing.

“how about it?” you asked. ivy pondered for a moment, before nodding.

“why not?”

the two of your clanked your glasses together, before downing the drink in one go. it tasted sweet, some of the crystallized sugars finding its way into ivy’s mouth and sizzling into a sugary delicateness that bursted with flavor. it tasted sweet… very sweet. ivy actually found the taste to be warm.. but that warmth went from his throat, to his stomach. slowly, it started to simmer into an uncomfortable warmth.

that warmth flowed throughout ivy’s body, and it soon become an itching hotness that clung to his skin. the guitarist’s eyes widened from the sudden feeling, and he could immediately feel himself sweating. he started to fan himself by flapping his shirt, trying to relieve himself of the uncomfortable heat that clung to his body like a parasite.

“what the hell…?” ivy practically panted out, trying to find a way to make himself feel better. “what the hell was in that drink?”

you nodded, arms heavily pressed against the bar counter as you groaned and panted, sweat beads sticking to your forehead. you were having the same problem as ivy.

“i don’t know… but i sure as hell feel so damn uncomfortable right now.” you gasped out, running a hand through your hair as you tried to maintain your composure.

ivy was about to agree with you, turning his head to meet your gaze, but the moment he locked eyes with you, its like the fire burned within him more brightly. he suddenly felt… needy, and just looking at you was enough to send his mind into overdrive. he was practically drooling over your form, aroused by the very sight of you alone.

what?

what was ivy thinking? why was he thinking this way? and why couldn’t he stop…?

“y/n…” he practically growled out. his hands moved to grip your shoulders, and you gasped from the sudden closeness. “stop that…”

your voice was quivering, and you leaned back against the bar counter. the surrounding people didn’t even matter anymore, it’s like it was just the two of you.

“stop what?” you practically stuttered out, feeling a familiar burning hot desire brew within you as you looked at ivy.

“that.” he rasped. “looking so damn… appetizing.”

you looked at ivy with wide, yet lustrous eyes. at this point, you both came to realize what had happened. the drinks you were given were laced with aphrodisiacs, of course they were. however, ivy couldn’t stop himself from what he was doing.

“fuck what are you doing to me…? get over here. now.”

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned them while kissing your neck, not even caring about the people around you guys. besides, they were too focused on partying to see what you two were doing. you let out soft sighs of pleasure, but tried to snap back into your senses, trying to push ivy away despite your growing lust.

you gasped as you felt ivy start to bite and nibble your neck with his teeth, and his fingers trace over the exposed skin on where he unbuttoned your shirt. this was so provocative and risky, doing this out in public. you couldn’t even think straight, with how your mind was hazy with promiscuous desires, and ivy was only feeding into your fantasies.

“ivy…” you muttered our lustfully, moaning a bit loudly as he kissed your neck, jawline and face with deep, needy kisses.

“i need you.” he grunted. “i need you so badly. this heat, it’s so fucking uncomfortable. please… please let me touch you.. i promise i’ll make you feel good.”

ivy’s voice was desperate, almost like he was in pain. the aphrodisiacs that bastard gave him was making him so incredibly horny and hard. he couldn’t stop kissing you, trying to feel your skin on his.

fuck. you needed this too.

with a heavy sigh, you nodded, looking down at him with hearts in your pupils. “please take me.”

that was all the confirmation ivy needed, before he swept you away into a dark, secluded corner of the bar, away from the party.

from there, he could give you the fuck of a lifetime.

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[onesaltyhunter]

And in your waking moments,

I will be there.

Incubus! IV x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been one of the guitar techs, alongside one of the light engineers for Sleep token for quite a few years now. She'd consistently heard of various individuals' attraction to IV, but brushed it off as she ruled it as self-explanatory. He's a talented guitarist for one of the biggest bands on the planet. But there is a secret that lies beyond the surface. He's not exactly, well, human. So what other things is he hiding?

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: LIKE SMUT. A LOT. until there isn't... BUT THERE WILL BE. SWEARING TOO. Accidental harm (by IV), him underestimating his strength. Also, other non-human vessels. IV goes from being an absolute bottom of a person to a top in no time.

REMEMBER!!! THESE FICS ARE ABOUT THE CHARACTER. NOT THE PERSON BEHIND THE MASK. PLEASE RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY.

also, photocreds to @/adamrosssi on instagram!

The sound of the band playing before Sleep Token was almost deafening, yet it brought no distractions to Y/N, who was restringing one of IV's Gretschs after the low E string snapped. It was a fairly unusual sight--the thickest string on a guitar, breaking. Of course it was more typical for the high E string to break, but the low one? It puzzled Y/N, but she merely glossed over it, in an attempt to finish restringing the guitar early.

As much as she wished to enjoy the wonderful energy of music festivals, the air wasn't exactly the most pleasing thing about it. The mixture of sweat and liquor seemed to always be the smell of impending doom.

"You alright?" III patted her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Y/N stood up to secure the guitar on the rack. "You ready to fuck shit up?"

"Oh don't you worry. I've got a lot of that planned."

III and Y/N shared a laugh as Vessel approached the two of them. Their giggles faded away, and Y/N put both of her arms to her sides, her legs pressed together. III raised a brow, before biting the inside of his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Sir, reporting for duty!" Y/N's eyes went wide, as she looked at a moderately confused Vessel.

"Why, do you... Just, why?" Vessel smiled and shook his head before letting out a small laugh.

Y/N stopped tensing up, as she sighed and began to stand with her arms crossed now. While Vessel and III were carrying on their conversation of adding a surprise song to the setlist, she peaked behind them, to see IV speaking with one of the event organizers. One of the most important skills that Y/N acquired after spending time with the band was reading others emotions, without having to ever see one's face. The event organizer had her hand on her hip, leaning forward just a bit, while IV cocked his head to the side, responding with a slow nod.

Damn that woman thinks she has her fucking claws in IV right n- Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by IV, whose gaze darted over at her almost instantly. He squinted at her, his mask wrinkling up around the mouth.

"Who the fuck pissed him off?" II walked by, unpacking a couple drumsticks to use for the next show.

"Hm?" Vessel and III glanced at IV, who was slowly approaching them. "What, him?"

"You alright mate?" II took a step back, as IV remained silent.

"IV your maple-neck Gretsch it's..." Y/N started to say.

"Been restrung. I know, thank you." IV swallowed hard before picking it up from the rack, wrapping the strap around him.

"Mhm." Y/N nodded before walking over to the rack to make sure the back-up guitars were also in good condition.

IV grabbed her by the forearm. She could feel his nails graze her skin, but he didn't sink them in. His hold was somehow gentle, even though she could almost feel his anger and aggression simply by staring into his eyes.

"I don't like her. If that was what you were thinking." He whispers, and the other three members retreat slowly. IV looks down at where his hand was, realizing that his grip had become even more firm, his eyes widening and darting back to Y/N's. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was... I... I should go. Um, sorry, again. So sorry."

IV let go of Y/N, and shook his head as he fixed his hood to follow the rest of the band. He continously swore to himself. He couldn't simply brush off what he just did. Y/N glanced at the dots of black paint that had been left on her skin. She wasn't offended at all by what IV did. Disturbed? Maybe. The guys had their ups and downs. Their highs and lows. Y/N has bared witness to almost all of them. This, wasn't knew. IV wouldn't hurt her. For that matter, no member of the band would.

But what he said, still caught her off guard. He didn't like the event organizer? IV clearly looked furious when he turned to face Y/N, but she had really never seen him truly angry before. Frustrated with the small things like breaking the low E string of course, but with something like this? But again that added on to the long list of things that happened to be unusual in the past few days. First the seemingly unbreakable string on most guitars snaps, and then IV, snaps. But Y/N refused to judge. It came to mind that thee was a chance he was going through something in his life that must be difficult to deal with. Family problems or maybe some personal ones. It wasn't her place to judge and she was aware of it.

Y/N stepped down to the booth where all the lights were being managed. In assisting the other light engineer, she helped to make sure the right colored lights were associated with the right song. As the band started their set, she nodded, confirming that everything was going well on the electronics side. The lights blinked red and she looked up at IV who glanced at her for a split second. In her head, an image of his eyes transitioning from cerulean to crimson flashed almost immediately.

"Y/N, do you see something wrong with one of the lights?" The other engineer raised a brow, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was staring at.

"Uh, no. Just got a little bit of something on my mind, that's all." She mumbled, adjusting the light colors again for the next half of the song.

After sitting down for the rest of the set, with all of the pre-programmed lights working accordingly, Y/N felt a bit uneasy looking up at the stage. Every glance at IV made her feel, unusual. She couldn't explain what the feeling was, even to herself. Like her heart was racing but not out of fear, but rather, for something else. After 2 more songs, it felt as if her whole body was screaming at her to look at him again. And so she did, locking eyes with him once more.

"Hey, if you're not feeling alright, you can head back to the hotel." The other engineer smiled. "I'm pretty sure that no one would be upset with you getting some rest. Come on, you've been preparing for this festival for a while."

"But what if something goes wrong with the guitars. I need to... I need-"

"I think what you need, is a very long nap. I'll tell the guys. Don't worry!"

Y/N nodded, and went to go grab her backpack halfway through The Offering. Even as IV was jumping around on stage, he glanced at the light booth, where only one person was sitting. A quick look around to the left, and he saw Y/N packing her belongings.

He grew restless throughout the whole show. IV tried his best to enjoy everything, the energy of the crowd, the music, and the wonderful light show, and... He just couldn't. Growing tense near the last song, he pressed down on the fretboard of his Jackson guitar, and broke the lowest string. Again. Luckily, it was after the last note of the song had been played, and the 4 of them could finally leave the stage.

"What the hell did you do this time?" Vessel shook his head, adjusting his hood. "Dig your nails into her skin and expect her to want to stay? You're mad."

"I just-" IV started.

"Just what man?" III's laugh sounded like a cocktail of anger and disappointment. "Oh yeah, 'just because you think I like this girl that was flirting with me, I don't and hope you know that.' What the actual fuck was that? You better pray to Sleep you didn't scare her away forever. Fuck."

"Oh." Vessel lets out a small chuckle, staring at IV.

"Don't you read my thoughts. Not now." IV sets his guitar down in the rack, the lowest string slumping over the other slots in the rack.

"The problem is not that I can read your thoughts, rather, that I can't." Vessel's lips crooned, and the rest of them knew that he was squinting under his mask. "What blessing has Sleep given you that I cannot fathom?"

"I don't want to speak about it."

"Mate, you do realize we can help you, if you need it." II placed his hand on IV's shoulder.

"You need to learn when to shut your mouth." A low growl escaped IV's lips.

"You need to learn when to calm down!" III's eyes widened, raising his voice to gain the vessel's attention.

"You need to learn to keep your hands off of Y/N, you bastard." IV's eyes shifted from blue to crimson again, and III stifled a whimper in his throat.

"Oh my, Sleep." II took a couple steps away. "You're one of 'em? One of 'em servants of Sleep that uh... Needs to do... That thing... That process to stay alive? How long have you been this way?"

Although III, was still partially terrified, he let out a small giggle, followed by a few words that sounded like "he means sex, doesn't he." IV's eyes returned back to their original color, and he inhaled sharply in a brief attempt to calm himself, which inevitably failed.

"That makes you, quite... Um..." Vessel gulped, biting the inside of his lip. "Promiscuous, does it not?"

IV shook, his head, which earned him some odd looks from the rest of the band. It was true, he would indeed die, if he didn't, in his words, "participate in some ungodly practices" frequently. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was still alive, but he had ignored it for the most part. IV was still willing and able to go up on stage for rituals, so, he hadn't thought much of the idea.

"You're a fucking incubus and you're not having sex? How the hell are you alive? How are you not a whor-" III questioned him loudly, and II elbowed him in the ribs to get him to quiet down. "Jeez, fucking christ I get it."

"Dunno. Just, don't want to." IV shrugs, and the whole band goes quiet as one of the crew members passes by to help pack some of the gear up.

"I thought you were actually trying to flirt with that event organizer earlier?" Vessel raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"She was trying to flirt with me, and I wouldn't budge. Then I heard Y/N thinking that I liked the woman and I flipped. I don't know what happened, I just, couldn't take it anymore."

"So you know Y/N likes you? As in, has been fancying you for the past 4 years and hasn't said a thing?" III piped up again, knowing that IV's angry actions were practically unpredictable. "Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"

"I scared her away."

"Excuse me?" II furrowed his brows, setting his box of drumsticks down, hard. "You, what?"

"Either she knows that I'm not, human, or, she thinks she's insane." IV exhaled sharply, his head finding a small bit of peace in the palms of his hands. "Fuck me."

"She's probably at the hotel, you should talk to her." III replied, and IV sighed.

"So I can go off and scare her again? No thank you, I'm fine. And I'm quite sure she is without... Without me."

"Praise be to Sleep you are infatuated with this woman." Vessel shook his head. "For the love of all that is holy, if you do not speak to Y/N, I will do so for you."

"And what the fuck will you say, Vessel? 'Nice to see you again Y/N! Yeah, did you know, that IV likes you just as you like him, and oh yeah, he is a demon, whose existence relies off the fact that he has to FUCK SOMEONE! Oh yeah! See you later!' What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" IV stormed off, and the other three refused to follow him.

~~timey wimey skip~~

Y/N dropped her bag on the floor, and crawled into bed before grabbing one of the blankets she brought and tossed it over herself. She couldn't recall how fast it was before she fell asleep.

After blinking a few times, she sat up in bed, except the room... She wasn't in the hotel anymore. This was, home... This was her home. Her house. This was her bedroom. Y/N began to hyperventilate, and that feeling that something was caught in her chest earlier, returned. She looked around before a black-painted hand landed on her shoulder. In a frenzy, she pushed the person down against the bed, and it took a second to realize.

"IV? What are you, what are we... What the hell?" She let go of him, sliding back to the other side of the bed. "What are you doing here, what are we doing here? I'm at the hotel. How..."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm making you like this. I don't want you to feel like this."

"Oh there's nothing wrong with me I'm fin-" Y/N was cut off by the tightening in her chest becoming worse by the second. "God, damn it!"

"How do I? I don't know how to..."

"What the hell are you doing, IV?" Y/N blinked a few times, squinting at him.

"I'm an incubus. I'm a fucking incubus and that's why you're in pain. This is a dream."

Y/N stared at him, the pain of confusion striking her harder than the actual physical pain she was dealing with. Every fibre of IV's being was screaming at him to hold her hand, to just do anything in his power to comfort her. She was in pain, and desperate for answers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I shouldn't have, I-"

"IV."

"Yes?"

"You, are a sex demon?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Is every member of Sleep Token, one or is it just you?"

"Just me, but every member of the band isn't human." Words kept leaping out of IV's mouth and he couldn't stop himself. "You aren't, scared of me? Y/N, I could hurt you, I could kill you."

"IV, I, know none of you are human." Y/N began to bite the tip of her tongue as the pain started to become a little worse. "Vessel reads minds; I'm not sure what II and III can do but, III invades my dreams to play video games with me sometimes."

"III is finding his way into your dreams?" IV's eyes shift colors again. "Fucker doesn't know when to stay away."

"Whoa, whoa, he's like a brother to you isn't he? Because I know he's like one to m-" Y/N was interuppted by IV tearing his mask off and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled back, seeing his crimson eyes in their full glory, alongside how his back teeth were as sharp as his canines. Her eyes darted from one inhuman feature to another, which caused IV to panic. He turned to the mirror behind him to realize what he had revealed to her. He crawled backwards before he reached the foot of the bed.

"No, I shouldn't be doing this. Not to you."

"IV, I'm not scared of you!"

"You don't get it. This pain you feel, it's some sick way of getting to to sleep with me. Some fucking power I can't control. God, you may not even love me."

"Excuse me?"

"This attraction you feel to me is because some ability I harbor. You don't love me. You can't, it's not possible. I need to go."

"IV, wait."

Y/N pulled out a small necklace hidden behind her shirt, and revealed it to IV.

"Vessel gave me this the day I got the job. Said I would need it or you four would give me a headache." Y/N pressed her hand against IV's chest. "It's so none of your guys' weird mind controlling powers can get to me. IV, I fucking give a shit about you and there's nothing you can do to change that. The fangs, the eyes, the fact that you're a damn incubus. Nothing, will ever change that, you hear me?"

IV paused, and his lips crashed into Y/N's again. She wrapped his arms around him, pulling his hood down. After scooting into his lap, he pressed her against the bed. Her hands were entwined in his hair, as he dived in for another kiss, this one being more hungry than the last.

"Are you okay, with this, with, all of this?" IV whispered against her neck.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna add onto a few years of your life because of this right?"

IV snickered and pressed another kiss to her lips, entwined the fingers of one of his hands with hers. In another kiss, her tongue grazed one of his sharp molars, but the two ignored the coppery taste left behind.

He pulled his heavy jacket off before beginning to kiss and bite softly around Y/N's collarbone, mumbling praises after every single one, drawing a small moan from the bottom of her throat.

"I'm sorry." IV apologized again, and Y/N mumbled a "why" in response.

Her eyes shot open, realizing that she was still in the hotel room. It was almost pitch black, and a figure emerged from the darkness, crawling onto the bed next to her.

"We're finishing this outside of the dream." IV tossed his mask, jacket, and shirt onto the chair by the window before crawling above Y/N and resuming where he left off.

Y/N practically ripped off her shirt, as she placed her hand on his clothed member, earning a moan from him, which he attempted to stifle with another kiss.

"Oh no darling." IV smirked, hooking his fingers along the waistbands of her shorts and undergarments. "I think this part should just be, about you."

He dove in almost immediately, and she could feel her walls clench at the mere exposure of herself to him. IV licked slowly, up and down her slit, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.

"Oh my god IV..." She moaned, holding onto him by the locks of his hair.

He pressed 2 fingers against her slit, before rubbing small circles on it. IV leaned into another kiss, before his kisses started trailing down her chest. Almost instantly, he pressed 2 fingers inside of her.

"So wet for me huh?" IV chuckled, in an attempt to stifle a small moan from himself, as he felt his member grow harder against his pants. "Fucking beautiful."

"IV please just..."

"What do you want, darlin'?" His eyes were glowing red at this point, and for once, he didn't care for it.

"I want to-"

"What do you want?" He pulled both of his fingers out of her, placing them into his mouth, and closing his eyes before letting out a small groan. "Fuck, you taste delightful."

IV was in a rush to rid himself of his pants and his own undergarments, before pressing small kisses on Y/N's neck again. She could feel how soaked she was, how even the insides of her thighs were coated with her own juices. And this new sight, made her walls clench at nothing.

"Please IV. Just please..."

"You want me inside you, sweetheart? That what you want?" IV tapped his member against her slit a few times, a sadistic chuckle leaving his mouth as Y/N's desperate attempts to gain friction were fruitless. "I need to hear you say it."

"Fucking hell, IV, I need you to fuck me for God's sake!"

"Anything for you darling, anything for you." He aligned himself before pressing into her.

Y/N let out a loud gasp, as she underestimated how large his member actually was. Wrapping her arms around him, she clawed at his back, earning a small growl from him. His pace was slow and deadly. IV made sure that the two of them would savor every single moment of this event. While Y/N was reduced to a pool of moans, IV's occasional growl or low chuckle seemingly made her worse. It took only seconds before IV had kept hitting the right spot, over and over. He leaned in, sinking his teeth into her neck, as if she didn't have enough marks already. Y/N returned the favor, leaving small hickies up and down his neck, to which he responded by crashing his lips into hers while his cock was still buried deep inside of her.

"You gonna cum for me darling?"

Y/N could only moan in response, as she felt IV's warm breath on her neck again, the precursor to the feeling of sweet release that hit both of them simultaneously. IV landed on his back next to her, entwining his fingers with hers again.

"Was that, uhm, good?" IV turned his neck to face her.

"IV, that, was the best thing. Ever." Y/N let out a small laugh, proceeding to cuddle more into him. "I'm just a bit tired now, that's all. "

IV's fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal shade of blue.

"Still can't believe we went from terrified to talking to each other to..."

"You having sex with an incubus? Well, there's a first time for everything I guess."

"Do you still feel like you want to kill III?"

"No." IV mumbled, placing his head atop hers as there bodies pressed against each other's softly. "We belong to each other now, and I think we have enough marks to prove it. Now, darling, you can rest. Because in your waking moments, know that I will be there too."

"Good night IV." Y/N pressed her face against her chest. "I-I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. I love you too." He smiled.

~fin~

A/N

WOOOOOO IT'S OVER yeah there may be a part two. Perhaps? Mayhaps? Anyways I hope yall liked it, and I hope my smut wasn't awful because I am TIRED like DAMN. But still, once again, I hope yall enjoyed and I will see you in the next one!! <3 the chances of the next one being less horny and more wholesome are high.

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Stolen mask/ Three x reader

Summary: you find one of the black masks and put it on, III thinks you look funny

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FLUFF

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Today Sleep Token has a gig. Until then it's still a few hours, so there's enough time to do some nonsense.

You make your way to III. He said he waits outside the venue, in a locked area.

On the way to him you pass through a small room and see a black mask with the all too familiar white symbol lying around. None of the band members walks around without their face covering, after all they want to hide their identity. So it must be a second mask, in case one tears or something.

I'm sure no one will mind if it's gone, you think to yourself, and reach out for it. You look around to see if no one is watching you and pull it over your head. The fabric clings to your face. It feels like a second skin.

After a short while you leave the room. You walk down a corridor and push open a door. Cold air seeps through the fabric of your mask.

A few meters away III is standing with Mick the photographer. They're talking about something. You walk towards the two.

III, who is facing you, looks over the shoulder of his counterpart and immediately starts laughing under his mask when he sees you. "What's that?" His laughter makes your heart beat faster.

Mick excuses himself and leaves.

"What do you mean?" You ask III as you come to a stop in front of him, you try to suppress your laughter.

He points at you with his arm trembling with laughter. "What you look like." His laughter grows stronger and he can barely stay on his feet. His hand finds its way to your shoulder and gently clasps it. "You look like II, only smaller."

Now you can't help but giggle. "Don't I look good?" You gracefully run your hands over your head.

Your question amuses him even more and he leans back, laughing at the top of his lungs. One hand on your shoulder doesn't seem to give him enough stability anymore because he puts his other hand on his stomach. "You look fantastic." He brings over his lips with effort.

You fold your hands together and hold them at your side. III, who slowly calmed down looks at you grinning. You blink your eyes. "Thanks." You say, flattered.

This makes III laugh again, slapping his thighs with his hands. "Stop it." He struggles to catch his breath. "My stomach hurts."

His laughter slowly fades and he suddenly looks around searchingly. "Wait, this needs to be recorded. Where's Mick?" He spins once in a circle and yells. "Mick?!"

Mick is already running towards you from one direction. "What's up?"

III replies exhausted. "You have to take a photo." He points at you. "Isn't that hilarious?" Again, he starts laughing at the sight of you. You giggle because it suddenly sounds like grunting noises. That, in turn, makes III laugh more. Tears of joy form in your eyes. You wipe them away.

Mick stands next to you and grins. "You guys are really meant for each other." He raises his camera and snaps a few photos as you barely stay on your feet, holding each other tightly.

Eventually, you act normal again and Mick walks away. Only your breath indicates that you've either just run a marathon or had a laughing fit.

III pulls you to his rapidly rising and falling chest. "Oh I love you so much." He cradles your bodies and rests his chin on the top of your head. "Wow the mask even smells like II."

You grin. It might be his mask. After all, there aren't that many other options.

After you've calmed down, III asks you, "I'm sure the photos turned out fantastic. Do you mind if I post one of them and write something cheesy underneath?" He gently pushes you away, grinning under his mask. His hands reach for yours and squeeze them lightly. "Like your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world?"

You smack his arm. "It is!"

"I know. I was serious about that. That's why I add this sentence. So everybody knows." He defends himself.

Of course you give him the okay and a few days later, you can actually find one pic on his Instagram channel, with said cheesy caption.

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part III

Welcome to part 3!! It makes me so happy to see all of you enjoying this, I'm so excited to keep writing and sharing with you guys!!! However, I'm going to be putting a content warning on this chapter, everything will be clearly laid out in the warning! Other than that we get some sweet II and III, so enjoy! Again, thank you so much for reading, if you'd like to be added to the tag list don't hesitate to let me know!

WARNINGS: Content warning for a scene with an aggressive man. Some guy is trying to pick up reader, he's gross, he gets mad when reader turns him down, attempted grabbing but nothing actually happens, aggressive language. Brief description of a hand wound and care of said wound. I think that's everything, if I missed any please let me know!

Part II - Part IV

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Your fingers drummed nervously across the countertop, your face starting to hurt from forcing your rehearsed smile. You felt beads of sweat starting to gather at your temples, your skin growing itchy as one of the droplets slowly trailed its way down your skin. The man at the counter leaned in a little too close to you, his breath smelled of cheap cigarette smoke and stale beer, making it difficult for you not to gag. “Come on, just one date.” His gaze pierced into you, hungry and unwelcoming. You shifted your weight in between your feet, eyes darting away from him as you attempted to plan your escape.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested.” You crack a nervous, apologetic look. His eyebrows narrowed, his whole expression changing in a way that lets you know you hadn't given him an answer he would accept. You nearly jumped out of your skin as the bell chimed above the door. Your gaze snapped over to the entrance to find Vessel, II, and a third man you didn’t recognize slipping inside. II started in your direction, only for Vessel to grab him by the arm and tug him towards the back.

“I promise I’m a nice guy.” He smiles at you with yellowing teeth, despite how friendly he tried to seem, his gaze still locked into you maliciously.

“Ves, I have the case of drinks you asked for!” You call to the back of the store, hoping to catch his attention to signal your state of distress. Before you had a chance to see him react the man snapped his fingers in your face.

“Excuse me, I believe we were having a conversation babe.” Out of the corner of your eye you see the mystery man Vessel brought with him stiffen, his head turning slightly in your direction as he straightens up. “I see you’re exactly like all the other stupid whores in this town, always distracted by guys with muscles.” He sneers, leaning in even closer. "Well I deserve a chance too. I don't deserve to be tossed aside like trash." His voice cracked as he spoke, you noticed his body started to shake as he grew more unpredictable and upset with every passing second. "Now, I've been patient… I'm going to ask you one last time before you and I have a fucking problem, do I make myself clear?"

"I've already answered you. I suggest you see yourself out before I call the cops." The man suddenly screams in frustration, making you jump. You attempted to back away from him, trying to put some distance between the two of you, only for him to try and grab you. As he swiped at you a hand grabbed the man’s wrist, pinning him in place. You watched as he expertly put the man's wrist in some sort of hold causing the man to cry out in pain, almost falling flat on his face as he tried to scramble away.

“Just walk forward and it won’t hurt.” Your savior barks out a command, ushering the man out of the store. II approaches the counter, grabbing the man’s bags and throwing them out the door after him. You watch as the unknown man grabs the attacker by his jacket and throws him to the ground, rolling him off the curb, his cans rattling to the ground behind him. The second the situation was handled II’s eye’s immediately found yours, long strides bringing him next to you impossibly fast.

“Are you okay?” He asks you softly, his large hands engulfing your much smaller trembling ones as he allows you a moment to process that you were once again safe. You nod as you let out a shaky breath. II pushes some stray hair out of your face, giving you a quick once over to inspect for any injuries. He lets out a soft hum of approval as he sees nothing physically wrong.

“I’m just a little shaken up, that’s all.” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, trying your best to resist the urge to crumble into a mess of panicked tears under his gentle gaze.

“III, is he gone?” Vessel calls over to the other man.

“Yeah he tore out of here pretty quick.”

"I'm sorry I didn't step in sooner." Vessel offers you an apologetic smile.

"It's alright, I'm sorry you had to get involved. But thank you, all of you, for doing something. I didn't expect him to fly off the handle like that." Vessel places a comforting hand on your shoulder, II did one final check to make sure you were alright before stepping away.

The third man slowly approaches the counter, being cautious . He takes your hand firmly in his. "(Y/N)?" You nod in response. "III, nice to meet you, sorry it couldn't be under better circumstances." He smiles in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Thank you for that." His thumb trails over your knuckles as he studies your face for a moment.

"Of course, I can't stand seeing disgusting pigs like that trying to force themselves on women." You feel II's warm hand come to rest in your shoulder.

"Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" He asks.

"Yeah I should be alright, I probably won't get that much sleep, but I'll be fine." You try to reassure him. You found yourself looking around the empty lot nervously as they drove away, expecting the man from earlier to be standing somewhere outside. You sprinted upstairs, slamming your door shut behind you, triple checking that you had locked up tight. You collapsed on your couch with a sigh, turning on your TV to distract yourself. You found yourself sucked into mindless television, your nerves slowly withering away as you let yourself forget about the day's events. You quickly muted the TV at the sound of something tapping against your window. Your pulse immediately began to race as you realized that there was someone outside. You grabbed your phone, dialing emergency services so you were ready. Cautiously you approach the window, keeping yourself out of sight as you look outside. Your body immediately relaxed at the sight of a familiar figure. You were met with the sight of II throwing small rocks at your window to get your attention. You tug at the stuck frame, pushing it up with a groan as it scrapes into place. "What are you doing here?" He drops the small pile of pebbles he was holding, dusting off his hands.

"I didn't feel right leaving you alone after today." He calls back. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his overall demeanor somewhat nervous as you wait for him to continue. "If it's alright with you, I figured some company might help." He shrugs slightly. You blush at his offer, slowly nodding in response

"I'd like that." He straightens up with confidence at your response. "Stairs are around back, I'll let you in." You hurried over to the door, stopping to look in a mirror to fuss over anything that was out of place. You took a deep, steadying breath as you opened up the door. II was just jogging up the stairs as you stepped out into the cool night air. He paused on the landing, the two of you trying to figure out what to say as you awkwardly rocked back and forth on your heels. You didn't know why you felt so nervous. Granted, you had only known II for a couple weeks at this point, but he had always been so kind towards you, if anything you looked forward to seeing him come into the shop day in and day out. "Come on, it's cold." You pull your sweater tightly around you to try and block out the wind, a shiver running through your whole body at the sudden drop in temperature. "Let's go inside, I'll make you some tea." II stands awkwardly in the entryway, almost as if he was waiting for instructions on what to do next. "Make yourself at home." You prompt. He clumsily pulls off his boots, tucking them neatly into the corner. You hummed softly as you worked on starting the kettle, watching as II acquainted himself with your living space. He walked around with his hands behind his back, carefully leaning in to look at pictures or other various items that seemed to pique his interest. You lean over his shoulder to see what he was looking at, your soft chuckle caused him to jump slightly as he suddenly realized how close you had gotten. He motions to the picture, silently asking if he could pick it up. You nodded enthusiastically.

"Which one's you?" He asks, settling close to your side so you could look at the photo together. Your eyes scanned over the group until they landed on the image of you letting out a boisterous laugh just as the photo was taken. You pointed, II studied the picture for a moment before glancing up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile. "You look so pretty." You can't help but blush at the direct compliment. "Where was this?"

"It was taken at the Fall Festival in town, actually." He sets the picture neatly back in place. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes before you jumped slightly at the sound of the kettle singing. "I'll be right back." You grab two mugs, handing one to II as you both nestle into the couch.

"I like your apartment, it's nice." He remarks cheerfully.

"It's not much, but it's home." You respond with a smile. He turns away from you, lifting up his mask just enough to sip at his tea. "Thank you for coming to see me…" you trail off, running your finger around the edge of your mug. "I feel a lot safer with you around."

"I'm glad," he replies softly, fidgeting with his sleeve. "I want to become someone you trust," you both look up simultaneously, your eyes meeting his. "I won't let anything hurt you if I can help it." You smile, your eyes scanning over the contours of his face beneath his mask. You wanted to reach out and take his hand, feeling an overwhelming need to be close to him.

"I really appreciate you coming to check up on me, II." He shifts slightly, bringing himself slightly closer to you.

"Anytime." He breathes out a laugh. "I just… I had to make sure you were alright. When we walked into the store earlier, and I saw that guy harassing you, I don't know what came over me but I just saw red. If Vessel hadn't grabbed me I honestly don't know what I would have done to him." He tentatively reached out, you met him halfway, allowing your hand to rest in his. "Then, when we left, you still looked so scared. I don't know, maybe I'm just being overprotective." He chuckles. You found yourself absentmindedly fidgeting with his fingers as he held your hand, slowly circling your thumb around his own.

"I honestly was still really anxious when you showed up." You admit, a bit embarrassed. "Having you here with me is really nice."

He leans in a bit closer to you in order to whisper, "I'll stay as long as you need." He shoots you a playful wink, making you giggle. The two of you sat talking late into the night. Any worries from the day's previous events are the furthest thing from your mind as II helped to lull you into a state of comfort you weren't sure if you had ever experienced before. You looked over at the clock, you groaned as you realized you'd have to be up for work in a few hours. "I'll take that as my cue to leave." He chuckles. He stands, stretching his arms high above his head with a pleased sigh.

He haphazardly shoves on his boots as you trail behind him to the door. "I guess I'll see you at the store." Despite how hard you tried it was impossible to mask the disappointment in your voice. The truth was you didn't want him to leave. In the fleeting hours you had spent with him this evening you felt like you had finally started to meet the real II. Despite how friendly he always was towards you, there was still something about him that was so guarded. You were hoping that given enough time you would become someone he could trust as well.

"Maybe we could do this again sometime?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, his eyes trailing to the floor as he asked.

"I would love to… I had a great time." You smile at him. You found yourself subconsciously shuffling closer to him.

"I did too." You reach out for the door handle, catching the smell of II's sweet cologne. You look up at him, intense blue eyes already studying you. You swallowed thickly as you froze, you really didn't want him to leave. His gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second before he clears his throat, snapping both of you from your trance-like state. You pull the door open, stepping out with him into the cold fall night. "Be safe, yeah?"

You nod, "you too." You stood on the landing as he headed down the stairs. "Goodnight II." He pauses at the bottom.

"Goodnight (Y/N)." He bows his head slightly before heading around the building. You didn't get much sleep the remainder of that night. No matter how much you tossed and turned you couldn't get the thought of II out of your head. His bright blue eyes, soft voice, your whole night with him kept replaying in your mind like a dream. Luckily, your next day at work was uneventful, the most exciting part of your shift was cleaning bright red food dye off the floor from a kid who dropped their slushy. You clicked off your open sign, propping the door open to start bringing in your stock for the evening. You got to work lugging the crates of produce inside as you waited for your helpers to show up.

"Fuck's sake Charlie, could you have loaded this thing up anymore?" You grumble to no one as you struggled with a particularly heavy crate. You yelped as your foot got caught on a pallet, the handle of the crate splintering apart in your palm as you slammed it and your full body weight to the ground. You winced as you opened your hands. One of them was relatively unscathed, a few minor scrapes from the skin dragging across the pavement. Your other hand, however, wasn't so lucky. A long gash spread across your entire palm, small chips of the bright blue plastic barely visible against the deep red pool. You jumped as someone rushed around the side of the building.

"Are you alright?" It was III, his eyes wide with worry as he rushed to your side. "Can I look?" You gingerly hold your hand out to him, your fingers shaking as the adrenaline starts to wear off. He clicks his tongue, "you gotta be careful doll, can't have our best girl getting hurt now, can we?" He smiles as his eyes meet yours. He helps you up, careful not to bump your injured hand, before leading you inside. "You sit here," his hands land on your waist as he lifts you to sit on the counter. "Where's your first aid kit?"

"Just outside of the bathroom in the back. III, I promise I'm alright-" he waves you off before you have a chance to finish your statement.

"I know you can handle yourself, but you're hurt." He calls back to you as he retrieves what he needs. He makes his way back up to the counter, waiting with an outstretched hand for you to present the wound for him. "I was always taught," he continues in a tone barely above a whisper, "that if you're hurt you should probably let someone else help."

"I guess you're right," he looks up at you through his lashes. Striking blue eyes cause you to blush under their intense gaze. "But, regardless, thank you." He gently takes the wrist of your good hand, bringing it over to his arm.

"This isn't going to feel good," he states bluntly, "squeeze as hard as you want. You nod, your fingers instantly digging into his arm as he cleans off the cut with disinfectant. He was quick but meticulous with his work, making sure the bandage was securely fastened before cleaning up after himself. "There you go doll, good as new." His eyes crinkle as he smiles. "But, I will be taking care of the lifting today." He says in a playful tone. He helps you down off the counter, allowing you to stick by his side in order to help him figure out where everything went. You sat next to him on the floor, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard. There was a knock on the door, both of you instinctually turning in the sound's direction. III peers above the shelf before fully standing up. "I'll get it." You hear Vessel and II's familiar voices as he opens the door.

"Where is she?" II asks.

"She's over there, she had a bit of an accident earlier so-" before III had a chance to finish explaining II hurried around the shelf to assess the damage himself.

"What happened?" His eyes wide as he knelt down next to you. "It wasn't that asshole again, was it?" You can't help but laugh slightly at his concerned tone.

"I fell and cut my hand on a crate." You explain holding up your bandaged palm. He sighs in relief, his shoulders noticeably relaxing.

"You gotta be careful, dove." He gently pats the top of your head. He stands, offering his hand to help you up. "Come on, IV really wants to meet you."

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[dy6nsty]

Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.

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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..

Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”

Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.

Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.

Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.

Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.

Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.

If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”

His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.

Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.

If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.

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II:

Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..

Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.

Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!

Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.

Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.

Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!

Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.

Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.

Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.

Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.

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III:

Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.

Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.

Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.

Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.

Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.

Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”

Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.

Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.

Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.

Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”

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IV:

Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.

Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.

Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.

Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.

Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.

Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.

Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.

He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.

Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!

He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.

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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^

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[xxcallmemaryxx]

IV who develops a burning hatred towards turtle necks when you start wearing one.

You bought yourself one, the weather is getting cooler as the days go on so it seemed like a good idea at the time. You had it washed and ready to wear the next day, slipping it on and starting your morning as you always do. Feeling nice in your new top.

Except the trouble started when IV realised he no longer had access to your neck. Your neck that he loves to bury himself in. That he loves to kiss. That he loves to make a right mess of every chance he gets. You watch as he approaches you, a look you can’t quite place settles on his face. He hooks his finger into the top of the neckline and pulls it down slightly. There’s not much give, it sits really snug to your skin, which honestly wasn’t intentional… you swear.

You catch the furrow of his brows when you laugh a little at the fact that your neck is off limits to him when you wear this top. You think it’s quite funny to poke some fun at him for it, you say something about how maybe this’ll teach him some self control from now on when it comes to you.

IV doesn’t find it funny at all.

IV hasn’t had an ounce of self control when it comes to you since the day he met you.

One shirt isn’t going to make him have any now.

The shirt goes missing the moment you take it off. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where it might’ve ended up, yet IV swears he hasn’t seen it.

Which… is partly true. He hasn’t seen it since he threw it out. But he won’t tell you that part, and you don’t even have a chance to question him further before his face is pressed into your now very exposed neck.

He likes this much better.

No more turtle necks for you.

#idk I haven’t written anything in ages and I am violently fighting off my writers block right now #but I thought this was cute #idk send help #sleep token iv x reader #iv sleep token x reader #sleep token iv #iv sleep token #iv x reader #sleep token #sleep token x reader #Mary’s headcannons

[miss-multi45]

Hey lovely, it's me 🐝 again :)

I know I just requested not to long ago, and I absolutely loved it, and I was wondering if it's not to much, if you could do headcannons for either ghouls/ghoulettes or sleep token, I had a really shitty day, (im trans ftm) and I just hate when people purposely deadname me or purposely not use my preferred pronouns, I was just wondering how the ghouls or sleep token would react if something like this happens to reader or something. I understand if this is an uncomfortable topic, I know it is for alot of people so don't feel pressured to do it:)

Remeber to stay hydrated and eat something, have a good night/day -🐝

hi sweetheart! ofc I can ♡♡♡

sleep token

iii

talks over them to get the point through

when he realised it was purposely, he grabs their collar and lectures them on respecting you and referring to you correctly

iv

cuts them off "hell no, my girlfriend/boyfriend/lover goes by these pronouns, and you will respect that."

aggressive love, he does that to anyone who deadnames you or uses the wrong pronouns

ii

"uh excuse me, the fuck?!"

gets offended, walks away from them and brings you with him like, "how uncultured are these swines?!" (swines means pigs in British slang)

vessel

"i just think that (incorrect pronouns)-" vessel: "(correct pronouns)" "right, right. well (incorrect pronouns)." vessel: "it's (says correct pronouns in a scary voice)." "o-ok, sorry."

will not stop correcting them

he starts to get threatening if they do it too many times on purpose

ghouls

swiss

gets so defensive

like "oh fuck no, my lover's pronouns are (correct pronouns) and you will fucking respect that, do you understand?"

will not leave it alone until they get it right

sodo

murders them

just kidding..maybe

no, but, he will leave the room with you slung over his shoulder

rain

person: "(incorrect pronouns) is such a-" rain: "oh it's actually (correct pronouns."

didn't know they were doing it on purpose until he saw the smug look on their face

then he developed a passionate hatred for them

phantom

avoids them

its happened before, and he won't let you go anywhere near that person for as long as they live

mountain

stares down at them with judgment in his eyes

they get scared and refer to you properly now

aether

"no, no, no, it's (correct pronouns)."

polite about it in the beginning, then he gets a bit rudely polite about it

like "it's (correct pronouns), use it please."

omega

scoops you up into his arms and leaves

he doesn't stand for that shit, and he will never stand for that shit

alpha

"(correct pronouns), you idiot."

isn't nice about it, at all

he will never do anything nice for that person ever again

ifrit

"(correct pronouns). fucking use it, you dimwit."

doesn't hold back on the insults, because if they're doing it on purpose, they deserve to be mistreated

ghoulettes

aurora

hugs you by the waist and corrects them

"it's (correct pronouns)."

secretly despises that person

cirrus

"my darling is a (correct pronouns). is that clear?"

gets even more protective of you

makes sure that person doesn't do that again

cumulus

"no, (correct pronouns)."

like a teacher telling a child off

treats them like a child to annoy them

mist

"it's not (incorrect pronouns). ask them what their pronouns are, don't assume."

very stern

similar to cumulus

#my writing #sleep token x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader #ghost band x reader #iii x reader #iv x reader #ii x reader #vessel x reader

[skellyflowers]

More Sleep Token Headcannons

Vessel wants to bite you. He wants you to bite him.

Will respect if you say no but you can always bite him.

Can be possessive of you. Gets you jewelry that matches his.

Has a pet ball python 

II teaches you drum basics.

Named all of his symbols. 

Taps beats on your hands.

Will tie your shoes for you. He will complain about it but secretly loves doing it for you.

III shows you how to head bang "the right way”.

Hair dying sessions.

Let's you pick his concert outfits.

MATCHING CHECKER SOCKS!

IV takes guitar lessons very seriously. 

Wants you to sit in his lap during lessons.

Give him a hand message.

Will wave if you two suddenly make eye contact.

#sleep token #ii x reader #iii x reader #iv x reader #sleep token x reader #vessel x reader #sleep token headcanons

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

❝play me a melody❞

➵ “all for you, my sweetness” — ❤︎

pairing: iv (ivy) x gn!reader

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: wanted to practice writing for sleep token members. so take this little thing. i promise a real fic will come out soon.

cw: none

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“do you mind giving me space?”

you refused to budge, even after he had told you many times to buzz off. currently peeping over his shoulder like a curious cat, you watched as ivy plucked the strings on his guitar mindlessly, playing a simple tune.

“but i like hearing you play.” you answered simply, seeming unfazed by ivy’s obvious annoyance.

the guitarist turned his head to glare at you through his mask, but you just looked even more interested.

“you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you don’t do anything to make me go away.”

ivy just rolled his eyes and adjusted his shoulder to allow you to lean onto him more. he was a more reserved man, not really going out of his way to make friends.

yet here you were, somehow weaseling yourself into his heart.

ivy definitely had a soft spot for you.

“i’m not even playing a specific song, just playing a random tune,” ivy sighed out, turning his eyes to meet yours. your arms were draped over his body, and you rested your chin on his shoulder, making it easier for the mysterious guitarist to look at you.

“i don’t get why you’re so interested.” he muttered out, directing his attention back to his guitar. meanwhile, you just stood there, still as curious as ever.

“well, can you play me a melody then?” you asked in that same curious tone of voice. ah, there it is, that voice ivy couldn’t resist saying no too.

it was a weakness of his.

“of course, my sweetness.” he replied back in a softer tone, only using that endearing nickname around you and you alone. ivy would die on the spot if any of his band members heard him call you that.

adjusting the pick in his fingers, ivy started to play a tune to the song ‘the offering’, humming along the lyrics as he played. you just sat next to him, listening intently and leaning your head on his shoulder.

keeping an arm wrapped around his waist, the two of you shared a close intimacy while he played the lovely melody. ivy’s guitar playing was soothing, despite the theme of the song being somewhat melancholic.

you could listen to him play for hours.

once the song ended, ivy opened his eyes again after having shut them to concentrate on the melody. he turned to face you, his piercing, interested gaze completely fixed onto you.

“how’s that for a melody?” he asked with a slightly more enthusiastic tone. you couldn’t tell, but you could sense he was smiling underneath his mask.

putting your hand against his cheek, you replied in return, voice as soft as ever.

“perfect as always, honey,”

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[musicmystics-world]

𝕀𝕍 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝕍𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝕀𝕀 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝕀𝕀𝕀 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

His kisses are very aggressive, but passionate. You can feel the love he has for you being poured into every kiss he gives you, no matter how long the kiss last for.

He likes helping you in any way he can, whether it’s cleaning, cooking, going to get groceries, etc. He doesn’t want you to have any kind of stress or worries.

When he’s on tour, he will always call you to make sure you’re alright because he tends to worry and overthink that maybe something is wrong and he’s not around as much as he should be. He worries he’s not being there for you as often as he should be.

At night when you both are sleeping, he sometimes can’t fall asleep, so he’ll hold your hand, which makes it kinda easier for him to fall asleep. Your touch somewhat grounds him and relaxes him.

If you’re doing something around the house, he’ll sneak up behind you and start randomly tickling you. You once asked him why he always does that and his response was, “I just adore your laugh so much.”

His nicknames for you are usually: love, babe, baby, sweetheart.

He likes to watch you cook dinner by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, sometimes he might accidentally fall asleep there.

Whenever you leave the house, he prefers to go with you, wanting to make sure you stay safe.

He likes when you lay down on top of him when watching a movie/show. It makes him feel secure.

He sometimes gets shy when you walk in on him playing his guitar.

When he goes on tour, he brings you back a souvenir from one of the many places he went to.

If you ever surprise him by showing up to one of his shows, he will be absolutely ecstatic. After the show, he will run up to you and hug you while spinning you around.

He’s very attentive. He notices the smallest things about you, whether that’s if your anxiety is going up or your stressed about something.

When he returns from tour, he very tired, so of course like a good partner, you help him the best way you can and afterwards he’s extremely grateful. He shows his gratitude by kissing you all over your face before burying his face in the crook of your neck and falling asleep in your arms.

#iv x reader #iv sleep token #sleep token

[onesaltyhunter]

Sleep Token x Gender Neutral!Reader HCs

what type of inhuman creatures would they be?

Side note: I've never made one of these before so props to all those people who make these regularly--they're difficult for my 3 brain cells to pop out something in return

VESSEL (I)

VAMPIRE

Protective, yet kind and passionate (he's also moderately awkward but we love that for him)

Tried his best to use his special "mind powers" to make you attracted to him after years of jokingly flirting with you

(It didn't work lmao)

He's still a hopeless romantic so he tried again

it still didn't work but you ended up falling for him anyway (he still believes that it worked)

Has an undeniable urge to hold onto you in some way, whether it may be an arm around your shoulder, waist--holding hands, and even the occasional fumbling with each other's fingers when walking somewhere

he's cold. like SO FUCKING COLD.

You used to jump at how freezing he was to the touch, but you've gotten used to it (for the most part)

If you decide to go to one of their shows and someone looks at you for a split second with even the slightest look of disgust/infatuation, Vessel with put the fear of God into them

He wouldn't tell you what he did, but, you could easily figure it out

bro is HORNY like ON GOD

II

WERECAT

kinda shy--very cuddly though

yeah sure they have a "Holy duty to be constantly awake" but sometimes, II feels a bit eepy

either very energetic or very tired, no in-between

Can barely hold back the urge to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle your neck (even if you're taller than him)

Acts like he needs some alone time every once in a while (lies)

Doesn't really know how to explain to you that he wants to spend more time with you--doesn't want to come off as clingy

Has literally overslept cuddled up to you and nearly missed a show because of it--loves violating his duty to Sleep if it means he can spend more time with you

It doesn't feel like he has to ask to "accidentally" pass out on you, bypassing any means of attempting to ask you if it's alright

You'd always be okay with it though, unless you were nommin on a snack and it felt weird to see him schlumped over your thigh, snoring--which felt weird but eh, its just II being II

After you found out what he was, you jokingly called him a "catboy"

The weird stare off lasted a solid minute

II was a little weirded out by the fact that you were unphased by your reaction to him telling you that he is a LITERAL monster

III

WEREWOLF

sorry if you thought he was going to be some big strong werewolf man--he has the personality of a golden retriever

Needs hugs (SHOW HIM SOME AFFECTION LIKE 24/7 PLS HE NEEDS IT)

VERY ENERGETIC

Fuckin loves running around like a maniac with you on off-days or even after a show

You still wonder how he has the energy to do stuff after bouncing about and toying with Vessel on stage

Will NOT hesitate on making a scene if it looks like someone is harassing you

Will (attempt) stop the ENTIRE SHOW and jump down into the crowd and shove them

if he can't, well--let's just say that he had a very unpleasant snack that night

Comes back acting as if nothing happened

IV

FAE

very chill (as per usual)

loves to dance around

you came home to him jamming out on his own and all of your seemingly dying house plants started living again

(Bro forgot he can do that 💀)

will dance with you until the middle of the night (goblin behavior but we love him fr)

loves taking you to botanical gardens

can't stop bringing you flowers (like no he really can't stop, it almost a problem)

another hugger (you want to hug him--you NEED TO)

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