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[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

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

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading for me, you're the best bb!! ❤️❤️

Hello everyone!! This chapter is going to be a little more plot/lore heavy. But, we still get some sweet and flirty boys. IV brings Reader dinner and II is becoming more comfortable in his flirting. Thank you so much for reading, if you would like to be added to the tag list let me know!

WARNINGS: None

Part IV - Part VI

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Today was one of those times where your store was absolutely slammed. "I'll be right with you Jay, just give me one second." You clap the older man on the shoulder as you round the counter.

"No worries darlin', I got all day." He smiles cheerfully at you." You hurriedly set a fresh batch of coffee to brew, quickly cleaning up the station.

"Next batch will be done in about ten minutes guys." You smile as you pass by a tow of your usuals, a group of old timers that would set up shop at the shelf along one of the windows and spend their day drinking cups of coffee and playing scratch tickets.

"Now Miss (Y/N), don't you go running off, I got a vibe to pick with you young lady." You skidded to a halt, turning in your heels to face the myriad of curious stares.

"You better make this quick Randy, I got a line out the door." You huff with a sarcastic smile.

"I just want to know what you're doing hanging around with those cultists." Your eye involuntarily twitched as he spit out the word. "I'd just hate to see you get mixed up in that crowd."

"They're nice boys Randy." You hurry up to the counter as you continue to call over your shoulder. "It might do you some good to actually get to know them before you try to crucify them over nothing.

"Why don't you try inviting them to the Fall Festival?" Jay asks gently.

"Unfortunately I don't think they'd go. I know it's hard to believe but they're just as nervous about you as you are about them." You explain with a huff.

"I think it's worth a shot at least." He leans in a bit to whisper to you. "Now I can't speak for everyone obviously, but I think if the townsfolk actually got to meet them and see that they're not some big ol' scary monster in the woods… well, they might just come around." He offers his advice with a patient smile. "If you're saying they're a good group of guys I trust your judgment. Your word means a lot more to me than some blood thirsty reporter after a story."

"Thanks Jay, I'll ask them. Who knows, maybe they'll show up." He bids you farewell before leaving you to tend to the rest of your sea of customers. After what felt like an eternity your store was finally empty. You groaned, slumping over the counter. The cool linoleum felt nice against your sticky skin. You jolted up at the sound of the bell ringing above the door, eyes flashing over to reveal II and IV looking at you curiously. "Hey guys." You give them a tired smile.

"Everything alright, love? You look exhausted." II approaches the counter, his eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, just a long day." You explain. You sit down in your chair, resting your elbows on the counter. II copies your motions, his eyes searching yours, his nose just barely out of reach from bumping into you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You shake your head in response.

"You boys are already too good to me as it is." You giggle as II playfully rolls his eyes. "I'll be alright, just gotta do some quick cleaning before I go upstairs. Then it's a cup of ramen cause I'm too lazy to cook and shitty movie re-runs until I pass out on my couch."

"A cup of ramen isn't a meal, doll." He tuts.

"I know that, doctor." He chuckles at your sarcastic tone. "I'll be alright, one night without a proper dinner isn't going to kill me."

"I wish we could come help more around here, I hate seeing you so tired." IV chimes in, dropping an armful of snacks on the counter.

"I appreciate all your help, but I promise you, I'll be just fine." You respond with a reassuring smile. Neither of them seemed satisfied with your answer but they could tell you weren't in the mood to argue.

II sighs, "just promise me after you finish up here you'll go get some rest."

"You have my word." You chuckle. The two of them finish their shopping, idly chatting with you as you do some cleaning up. "Goodnight guys, get home safely." You wave as they head out.

"I better not come back here and see you exhausted tomorrow." II warns playfully.

"I'll try my best." He winks at you before pushing out the door. IV wishes you goodnight before joining his companion.

You collapsed on your couch with a groan once you finally made it upstairs. Despite how much you were trying to convince yourself you weren't hungry your growling stomach said otherwise. You lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly the familiar rumble of a pick up truck pulls into the lot. You stood, walking over to the window and pushing the curtain aside. You saw IV fumbling with something in his passenger seat before kicking the door open. You met him at the back door, he froze when he saw you standing at the top of the landing with a smirk spread across your features. "I, uh, I brought some food." He offers bashfully.

"Come on up IV." You chuckle before heading back inside. IV steps into your apartment, eyeing you curiously.

"I'm sorry I showed up without an invitation." He apologizes. You smile, taking a couple steps closer to him.

"You're welcome here anytime." He breathes out a laugh as his eyes dart to the floor. You offer to take the food for him, setting up a spot for the both of you on your couch. "I am curious, how did you manage to get fast food without raising any suspicion?" You ask as you pop a fry in your mouth. IV chuckles in response, adjusting to sit more comfortably.

"It's a funny story actually, I pulled up at the drive through and the kid working there told me he liked my costume." You laugh.

"Really?" He nods. The thought of the Fall Festival popped into your mind; how you would love to bring the four of them because you know they would have a great time, how it would give them a chance to see the town for what it really was, and of course your little crush on the charming masked men didn't help either. "IV, do you think Vessel plans on ever going into town? You know, aside from you guys making supply runs under the cover of darkness." You joke.

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know." He pulls his mask away from his face to take a sip of his drink. "I'm the newest of our little group so I can't give you the whole story, but from what I understand up until we reached here things weren't too great. There's a lot of people out there who want to get rid of us before they even have a chance to get to know us. We've been run out of town after town, sometimes through more… humane means… other times not so much. But, we have something good here, with the camp in the woods, with you." He pauses for a moment to smile at you. "That's something I want to try and hold onto for as long as I can."

You study him for a moment, "what if I tried to help?" You offer. "I could be the middleman for you. People in town know me, I grew up here, that has to mean something. I just… I don't want you to have to constantly be worried about someone being out to get you. I know that if they met you, if they got to know the people I know you are, they wouldn't be afraid anymore."

"I'm sure Vessel would be interested in hearing you out. Who knows, maybe you'll actually convince him." He chuckles. "Between you and me, if you bat those pretty little eyes at him, I'm sure you could convince him to do just about anything." He jokes as he shoots you a wink.

"I bet that line works on all the girls, huh?" You giggle, trying to shake off the heat that had settled in your cheeks.

"As long as it works on you I'm set." You playfully smack his arm. He nestles back into the couch cushions, letting out a soft groan as he stretches an arm over the back, the back of your neck buzzing as you feel his warmth seep into your skin.

"You're all a bunch of flirts." You smile at him.

"A bunch of flirts?" You roll your eyes at his mock annoyance. "It's not my fault that you're so captivatingly beautiful." You noticed that growing familiarity in your chest. The steady thrum of your heartbeat as you tried to hide your flustered state. IV leans in closer to you, his side pressed flush against your body. "Once I met you I understood what they were all fussing over." He chuckles before muttering, "the perfect being brought to us by Sleep." You turn to look at him, his hazy blue eyes coaxing you in deeper with every passing second.

"Who's… who's Sleep?" You whisper. IV tilts his head, a curious expression matching yours. The pieces must have clicked together because he returned to his usual smiling self a moment later.

"You'll find out soon, Vessel's probably waiting for the right time to explain." You accepted his explanation without a fuss. You trusted that if it was something you needed to know they would tell you. He glanced up at the clock, "I'm sorry to cut things short, love, but I should head back." You nod, standing and walking him over to the door.

"Thank you for bringing some food." You smile.

"Anytime." He responds with a wink. "Get some rest, alright? II will throw a fit." You both shared a laugh before IV reached out and pulled you into his arms. You froze at first, not fully comprehending that he had wrapped you in a hug. But, the moment realization set in your arms slipped around his torso. Neither of you were in a rush to let go, the two of you standing in a comfortable silence as IV held you close, gently swaying you from side to side.

"Goodnight, doll." His hand lingers in your hip, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺

❝sweet little bunny❞

➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!

cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.

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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??

this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets

whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet

short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing

goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good

vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you

always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it

he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars

and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”

you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.

“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.

your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”

“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.

his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.

that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.

vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.

this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.

he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.

your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.

and he was going to show that to you no matter what.

“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”

his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.

“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”

“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”

looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.

“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.

he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”

and he moved even faster.

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[funera1pyre]

nothing will ever change my mind on how vessel most definitely gets off watching the others fuck you

II sometimes goes too hard and vess reminds him to take it easy

III fucks you like a lil bunny in heat and vessel degrades the both of you

IV insists on vessel joining the two of you so you have both their dicks in you..

#ok i need to stop #holy fuck #i wanna write something about reader n III both in subspace fucking #im gone #sleep token smut #sleep token #sleep token imagines #sleep token fanfiction #vessel x reader #sleep token x reader

[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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[34tmyh34rt]

Sleep Token Shenanigans

Smut ahead!!!

A/n: I can’t stop thinking about Vessel eating pussy 😫

Tags: gn reader, afab reader, no pronouns except for ‘you’, vessel x reader, eating out, overstimulation

Vessel eating you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. You’ve came more times than you’d like to admit, stuck with his head between your thighs and muscular arms hooked around them so can’t they move an inch.

You whimper and whine, weakly bucking your hips in an attempt to cease the constant stimulation - it’s so hard to stay still when he’s so rough with your most sensitive parts - but he just can’t get enough of your pretty little pussy

It feels so amazing your brain is practically melting - he’s so good at making your belly flutter and your pussy gush

Your hands dig into his hair and pull, he lets out a low grown at the tug and it almost makes him more aggressive. You try to grab anything you can, your sheets, your own hair, him - anything to ground yourself. You can feel his spit and your slick drip down and mix onto the sheets.

Your legs are shaking and you’ve practically lost your voice from all your cute moans. But your perfect boy won’t move until you can’t think of anything but his tongue in your messy cunt <3

a/n: Omg omg lmk what you thiiiiink. This is so short but it’s my first post so

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[xxcallmemaryxx]

Vessel x GN reader

Vessel loves you, but he refuses to tell you. So instead, he writes songs about you... you'd never figure out who the songs are really about right? ...Right?

(A fully fleshed out fic of this.)

It's an odd little arrangement the four of you have made. You met the boys after you were hired to help keep things in check for them during tours, kind of like an assistant. The four of them living together on the same bus for weeks? Yeah, they learned pretty quickly things were going to fall apart if they didn't get some extra help real quick. From then you formed a friendship, which has grown into a connection the four of you share that you seriously couldn't picture yourself living without. To say that the four of you are close is a major understatement. 

Vessel though… Vessel found himself thinking about you more than what he felt a normal friend should be thinking about another friend. He found himself smiling for ages after every time you two conversed. He found himself trying to quell his trembling hands every time you stood or sat real close to him. He found his heart racing every time you entered the room he was in, and don't even get him started on how long and… weird… his days felt when he knew he wasn't going to see you. He knew damn well what it meant. Of course he knew. So he swore to himself never to tell you. He had well and truly fallen for you, but Vessel knows he is a hard lover. The horrid little voice of anxiety in his head convinced him that it would scare you off. That he would be too much and you wouldn't be able to handle it… that you'd leave. You'd leave him, you'd leave all of them and he would be entirely to blame for it. So he decided he would keep it to himself… as best as he could anyways. 

II, III and IV watch the two of you. They sit back and watch him long for you. Long to touch you and hold you and to just whisk you away to love you and keep you all to himself. And they watch as you continue on without a clue in the world. You don't ever catch on to it. Too busy working and keeping the four of them in check, which to be fair… they are beyond grateful for… but they are astonished at how obvious Vessel is being and you just… don't notice. 

It gets to a point where Vessel needs an outlet. Something to get the things he is dying to say to you… to do with you… to do to you… out of his head. He fears if he doesn't then he'll break. He will snap and it will all come flying out of his mouth and into the air before he can stop himself. The fear that fills him at the thought of that reality is unreal. So he starts writing it all down. 

Once he started he could not stop. Writing songs about you he knew the world would never see. How could he ever let them? How could he ever let the world see you the way he sees you? It's selfish, he knows. But he's almost possessive over these lyrics. They are you. They are you when you're glowing. They are you when you're half asleep on an early morning. They are you when you're absolutely exhausted after a long day. They are you when you're just not doing too well. And Vessel just can't share that with anyone. He can't do it. He wants you to himself bad enough as it is, so the only way he can have that is through the words he writes. Why would he give that away too? 

His mind works against him though, trying to see how far he can push this. He doesn't know why he did it… but he'd written something a little less obvious, a verse he’d come up with, something about your voice. How it makes him feel, how he'd never get bored of it. Really, the piece was well written, he knew enough about writing music to know what worked and what didn't, and again, Vessel really doesn't know why he did it… but he found himself standing in front of you with the damned piece of paper in his stretched out hand. Willing you to read it. He watches you take the sheet, eyes flicking over the few lines once, twice… three, four, five times. Taking them in, letting the words process. The way your eyes lit up, and the smile that he watched grow on your lips was all the feedback he needed. Your reaction was so pure, praising him for his talent and gushing about how beautiful the lyrics were. His heart raced as he walked away with an even bigger smile on his face. He can't help but think about how right you are… the words were beautiful because they were you. Vessel stayed awake that whole night. His mind overflowing with thoughts of you, he swears his hand could not keep up with the words he needed to say. His pen scribbling so fast over the papers he had spread around him, he almost tore a hole in them. 

This became a dangerous little game he played with himself. The lesser obvious of the lyrics he'd write about you would end up in your hand at some point or another. And he would eagerly stand back and watch you soak the words in, watch as you admire them and in return, admire him. The praise you would reward him with would play over and over and over again in his head. You honestly turned into a drug for him, he had become addicted to how much you loved reading the small things he'd written, yet being so unaware of what the lyrics meant or where they came from. He just wanted you. So bad. So he pushed it a little further…

You're standing at the small kitchenette inside the tour bus the boys share, making yourself a coffee. Vessel's form fills the hallway as he glides through it, his eyes locked on you and a piece of paper clutched in his hand. A smile grows on your face the moment you see him, and then it grows again when your eyes fall to the paper. Your hand reaching out for it before he's even made it to you. 

Now, Vessel really should have thought this through… or at the very least taken a few more minutes to triple check the lyrics he'd written about you this time. Because he watches your face fall as you stare at the words. He watches your eyes flick over them two, three, four times before you look up at him in confusion. Vessel hasn't felt fear like this in ages. His heart is hammering in his chest and he feels like he can't breathe, you don't like it. It's the only thing he can think of… you don't like this one and he's gone too far and now you're put off by it and you'll never want to read them again…

His thoughts get cut short at the sound of you speaking…

“Vessel… where did… where did these lyrics come from…?”

It's a simple enough question. He knows that. But it's one he can't answer. And it's that very moment he realises why you are confused… you've figured it out. 

His throat closes and any plans he had of trying to explain his way out of this one fly out the window. He stares at you, completely speechless. He doesn't know what to do, he's frozen in place and he can't breathe and he can't think and he's regretting everything he has ever done that has led him up to this point. He feels ridiculous… the only thing he can will his brain to force out of his mouth is an.. 

“Uhh”

He snatches the paper from your hands, crumpling it and tearing it to shreds with furiously trembling hands. His face is a dark red. He can feel it. His whole body is overheated with shame and embarrassment, he finally forces his feet to move, turn away from you and back down the hall of the bus. He doesn't know why he went this way, he could have left the bus, but it seems he is making really silly decisions today. He listens to your feet hit the floor as you run up behind him following him through the bus. 

‘Wait… wait… Vessel just wait I wanna know…I wanna know who the lyrics are about…”

Tears well in his eyes as he continues to walk away from you, beelining to the small room in the back of the bus. Where he knows he can hide there. He can lock the door and stay there wallowing in his shame. He knows you're going to leave now. He knows you know damn well who the lyrics are about… you now know who all the things he's written recently have been about. Why must you make him admit it? Why must you make him watch the disgust on your face as he does so. Why must you make him watch as he loses you forever. How is he going to tell the band? How on earth is he supposed to tell them what happened and why they've all lost you too? The tears fall. They barrel down his heated cheeks as the reality of what he's done sets in. He can't believe he let this happen… It's entirely his fault.

He does indeed make it to the room in time… what he doesn't succeed in is locking you out of it. You weasel your way into the room and force him to look at you. 

“Vessel… tell me…”

He can't say it at first. He just spends a few moments taking you in for the last time, admiring everything about you. He's sad he never got to love you properly, but he's grateful he got to experience you at all in the first place.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…. I wasn't going to do anything with them I swear, i am so sorry”

He starts rambling through his tears, the torn up mess of paper twists in his hands. More tears fall and he just can't stop telling you how sorry he is. He needs you to know he is sorry. He is so sorry. He can't even see you anymore. His eyes are so full of tears that everything has turned into a blur. He turns his face away from you in an attempt to hide them, he doesn't want you to see him cry. He doesn't want you to see him at all right now but he knows you're persistent. Should he walk away, you will follow. You put yourself in his line of sight again, and he watches you reach for him, for his hands… with the paper still grasped tightly in them. 

He moves his hands away. 

“Please don't…”

He's embarrassed by the sound of his own voice, broken and scared. You look up at him, a look he can't read written on your face. His stomach hurts, his chest hurts, his head hurts. Vessel swears he would do anything just to go back to 5 minutes ago, 5 minutes ago when you hadn’t read these lyrics. These damned lyrics. Maybe then you never would have figured it out, and maybe then he would still be able to keep you… even if it meant he stayed longing for you for the rest of his life he doesn't care. So long as you were still there for him to long for. 

You realise he's not giving up the destroyed sheet of paper he's holding. So you reach for his arm instead. Gently, you wrap your fingers around his forearm. You don't quite know the words to say to him just yet, because honestly… you can read him well enough to know he is embarrassed… but the reason behind his tears is still unknown to you. You want to reassure him, you're dying to settle him down and tell him what he needs to hear… but you just don't know what it is he needs right now. With his arm in your hands, you lead him over to the small couch pushed into the far corner of the room. He lets you lead him, which is relieving. A big part of you expected him to refuse you all together. 

The tension is high, you sit next to him and before you can even stop yourself the question flies out of your mouth. 

“Were they about me?” 

You mentally kick yourself. You could have waited one more damn minute to let him breathe before asking. And the guilt slams into you as you watch another few tears fall down his cheeks. 

“How’d you… how’d you figure it out…?”

He isn't sure if he even wants to know… but he knows that if he doesn't ask, the ‘what-ifs’ will eat him alive. His heart is racing in his chest and he swears he is on the cusp of throwing up. He feels awful. Vessel hasn't felt this horrid in a long time… you being the sole reason for his bright moods. 

“Well… you mentioned a setting sun in Hamburg… and uh… well you and I watched the sun set in Hamburg Ves… after the show there? It's one of my favourite memories… so I just, I mean well… I just assumed. I don't know…” 

The memory of that night with you floods Vessel's mind. Well after he’d realised he had feelings for you, he couldn't believe he'd been gifted that time alone with you. He spent hours and hours thanking Sleep for it. A memory he will never forget, and like you… it's one of his favourites too. So much so he couldn't not write about it… well, look where that's got him. 

“Please believe me when I say I am sorry. I should have asked you… I- I should have asked you if it was okay to write about you like that I am so sorry… I won't blame you at all for leaving I really wont. I just need you to know I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm sorry I…”

He is rambling now. The truth is out and the only thing that matters to him now is you know he didn't mean anything bad by doing this. And although you understand he is sorry… which you don't even know why because this hasn't upset you at all… the only thing that registered was the fact he thinks you're leaving. 

“Wait. Wait what? Leaving? Why am I leaving…?”

His eyes finally meet yours. For the first time since he ripped the paper from your hands… and they're so full of emotion it breaks your heart just looking at them. 

“Because you're uncomfortable around me now. It's obvious isn't it… I'm in love with you and you don't feel the same and now you can't be around me and now you can't work with me around all the time so you're leaving. You're leaving us… you're leaving me and how could I ever hold that against you? How could I ever force you to stay somewhere you can't bear to be anymore? I don't want you to hate me too…” 

He loves you. 

He is in love with you.

You.

You.

You.

For a moment you think you go blind. You can't see him. You can't see anything. You can't hear anything. Those five words slam into you harder than anything you've ever felt in your life. You don't even register the rest of his rambling because he loves you. Vessel loves you back. 

“Please say something…”

His broken plea snaps you out of it. You didn't even realise he'd stopped rambling. His terrified eyes watch you so intently. They're so guarded. He's prepared himself for your rejection. Your heart is shattering just looking at him in this state. 

“I love you.”

The world honestly stops around you. Vessel stops breathing. He is frozen in place. A valid reaction in all honesty. You let him process for a minute, you have a lot you need to say to him. You have a lot you want to explain. Fuck… you just wanna keep saying it. You love him. You love him and he loves you. You love each other. And you know you'll get there. Give him a few and you'll be able to say it all. But the poor guy was a sobbing mess just a minute ago and now he's looking at you like you've grown a second head. 

It hits you finally… the reason behind his tears, you couldn't figure it out before but now you piece it together and your own throat constricts. He thought you were leaving. He loves you and he was willing to watch you leave him. He loves you and he was going to let you go because he thought that's what you wanted. He fucking loves you and he thought he'd ruined everything. 

“Vessel…?”

“Say it again.”

He utters it out with what sounds like his last breath. And you know just by the sound of his voice it's taking everything in him not to lose his mind. You still don't know if he's even taken one breath since you said it the first time.

“I love you too Vessel.”

Sometimes you think Vessel forgets just how tall he is. There's been a few times when you've witnessed his affections towards II or IV and he literally knocks them off their feet. They love it, of course, and there was always a small part of you that longed to be on the receiving end of Vessel's affectionate moods… yet now… with you both on the couch, you don't quite have enough time to process how you ended up on your back with a fully grown Vessel throwing himself on top of you. He knocks the breath out of your lungs. His arms are wrapped around your back and you're lifted into his embrace quicker than you can think. He's up off the couch, you're still in his arms. Your feet dangling just above the floor as he holds you. He's breathing now. Really erratically. It's like he can't get enough air into his lungs. He squeezes you tighter against him and his face is buried in your neck. And you realise he's crying again. Holding you against him like you're his lifeline, crying because the person he loves… loves him back. You're not leaving. You love him too. You're not leaving. You love him too. You're not leaving. You love him too. 

“Ves…?”

He doesn't reply. He can't. He can't even get words out because you love him too. He's hiccupping and sobbing into the crook of your neck, all while his hands grasp you desperately and hold you so close. You're so close. He is holding you. And you're holding him. And it's okay because you love each other. And this isn't a dream. He's not making it up this time. This is real. You love each other. His knees are going to give out. He falls back into the small couch the two of you occupied just before, except now you're seated comfortably on his lap, his arms keeping you locked tightly against him and you love each other. He pulls back. His face is puffy and red, his eyes are bloodshot and still full of tears but god… he's wearing the prettiest smile you've ever seen. Vessel is just beautiful, you've always thought it. But now, with you holding each other and openly loving each other… Vessel is so full of life again and it makes your own tears spring to your eyes.

“You wrote all of those about me…?”

You ask him quietly, you can't quite believe it now. That all those lyrics, lyrics that were written so incredibly and so passionately were all about you. Your own tears fall when he just nods at you. And there the two of you sit. Wrapped up in each other, crying together, and finally letting it sink in that you love each other. You've loved him for so long. So many nights you've spent lying awake thinking about him, weeks and weeks of admiring him from a distance and keeping your feelings to yourself. You swore to never tell him, or anyone for that matter. Your love for him and for the rest of the band outweighed your want to be selfish with him. You’d accepted the fact that if he didn't know, he couldn't reject you, therefore being able to keep your job and your beautiful friendships with them all. In your head, you'd rather love him from a distance and keep his friendship than risk losing him and the boys all together. 

It doesn't have to be like that anymore. It's not like that anymore. 

“Please… let me kiss you please…”

Vessel almost begs you, through his tears. Your eyes lock, and right there on that couch… in the little room in the back of the tour bus you press your lips to his. It's everything you'd ever wanted it to be and more. It's so overwhelming in the very best ways possible. It causes you both to shed a few more tears. To anyone else it may seem like you're saying a heartbreaking goodbye to each other, but really this is hello. 

This is the beginning of waking up next to each other every morning. Going to bed next to each other every night. Random kisses every single day. Cuddles on the couch. Cuddles in bed. Hand holding. I love yous. No more shying away. No more pretending. Finally. 

Because you love each other. 

#my first full sleep token fic hello #sleep token #sleep token x reader #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel x reader #sleep token vessel x reader #vessel sleep token #marys musings

[haddonfieldwhore]

fangs - vessel (sleep token)

vessel x (gn!)reader

warnings: biting, choking, blood, nsfw, inhuman?vessel, mention of mortality and slight toxic behaviour at the end idk how else to put it

word count: 761

vessels frame towered over you as he entered the small room backstage where you had been waiting for him to finish the show. his black body paint had begun to smear across his torso, mixing with the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin. his hands reached for you, pulling you up off the couch you had been sitting on and connecting your lips without a word spoken between the two of you. his grease paint handprints littered the expanse of your skin as his fingers trailed under your shirt, gripping at your waist roughly, holding you impossible close to him.

“ves….” you whimpered as his teeth dug into the plump flesh of your bottom lip, and he growled deep in his throat in response. maneuvering through the room and around the furniture, vessel positioned you between himself and the wall, his kisses trailing down your jaw to find the crook of your neck. the cold material of his mask against your skin in contrast to the warmth of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and you pushed your hips forward to rub against his. your fingers looped into the belt loops of his black jeans as he shrugged his jacket off, leaving him shirtless, his upper body on full display to you. his long necklaces swayed as they hung from his neck, and you entwined your fingers amongst them.

“vessel-“ you gasped louder this time as he bit down hard on your clavicle, his deathly sharp canines almost like fangs as they drew blood from your flesh. his hands removed your shirt as he reluctantly withdrew from your neck to pull it over your head, and then kissed your lips. the taste of iron in his tongue made your head spin, as the crimson stained his teeth and lips. vessel was often like this after worship, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and needing some way to exhaust it; and you happened to be his favourite.

“my love, tell me what you need.”

“i need you, vessel.” you moaned against his lips as your fingers pulled him closer by the chain of his necklace, his forehead bumping against yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. blood trickled down your chest, vessels eyes growing impossibly dark beneath his mask as he watched its path, transfixed with the sight of it. you took the rare instance that he was distracted as an opportunity to attach your lips to his throat, breaking him out of the trance as he growled deeply at the sensation. you could taste the paint that coloured his skin as you attacked his neck and jaw with dark bruises and lovebites, and vessel could feel his knees growing weak.

“you have such an effect on me, little dove,” he muttered, in a voice that even he almost didn’t recognize as his own. his hips pressed hard against yours, pinning you against the wall as his hands grasped at every part of you he could reach. as you sucked on a particularly sensitve spot on his neck, vessel decided that he’d had enough teasing, and his grip caught your throat, pulling your mouth from his skin, a string of saliva dripping from your lips as you stared up at him, doe eyed and infatuated with the being who stood before you.

“i love you,” you mumbled, humming as vessel tightened his grip in response.

“even now, as i hold your life in my grasp? your mortal fate rests in my hands.”

“especially now.”

he grinned in response beneath his mask, his blood stained teeth on display as your fingers began to fumble with the button of his jeans.

“that pleases me.” he hummed as your hand slipped into his pants and began to stroke his length. you were beginning to feel lightheaded, but it only excited you more as vessel released his grip on your throat, tilting your chin upwards with his thumb and forefinger. “you belong to me, don’t you?” he leaned somehow even closer to your face, his hand on the wall next to your head, bracing himself as you continued to stroke him in his jeans. he admired all of the marks he had left on you thus far; from the black smudges of paint to the angry red bruising around the indentations left by his teeth. his other hand left your chin, tracing down the trail of dark blood that had begun to dry until he slipped his hand into your pants as well, touching you where you needed him most.

“always.”

#sleep token #sleep token fic #vessel #vessel sleep token #vessel x reader #vessel sleep token fic #sleep token x reader #vessel imagine #sleep token imagine #vessel sleep token imagine #sleep token smut #vessel smut #vessel sleep token smut #take me back to eden

[arueternity]

How the eepy boys react to their fem s/o that tells them they want to be breeded?? 🥴 obviously nsfw allowed. Thanks in advance 🫶🏼

OOhh So Sorry it took me so long to finish, ended up writing a lot more than I originally wanted too. I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Tags: Vessels aren't human, Breeding, Spanking, Penis in vagina, Trans character, Knotting dildos, Knotting, Overstimulation, Vaginal fingering, Fingerfucking, Breeding kink, Squirting, Rutting, Mating cycles/in heat, Nipple play, Primal play, Chasing during sex, dom/sub, Subby III, Switching, Slapping, Light impact play, Disobeying orders, bratting, Slight pregnancy kink

EVERYTHING IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Vessel

As soon as the words leave her mouth, it's like Sleep had blessed him.

“Ves can you breed me? Please?”

The primal urge inside of him unlocks and he's slowly stalking to her, eyes just full of lust and need.

God she better be prepared to have herself stuffed and used.

Keep in mind, these boys aren’t human, they’ve got a little extra something.

“Repeat what you just said to me…” Vessel speaks as he slowly corners her against the fall, “I need to hear it from that beautiful mouth again.” As he backs her into a corner, her eyes go wide with a small bit of surprise and fear. “Can you breed me..?” She questions and cringes at her cracking voice. The male chuckles and slowly wraps his hand around her throat in a comforting form. “Yeah I will, stuff your cunt so full of me you’re bound to get pregnant.” The hand slowly tightens, her own hands wrapping around his wrist, and a soft pleading whimper falls from her mouth. It was the second time the woman before him had sent him off today. 

Vessel leaned down and ghosted his lips against her jaw, peppering gentle kisses up to her ear before chuckling out, “Strip for me, show me what I’ll be claiming with my cum” He moves back allowing her to remove the clothes keeping him from touching her. She moves slowly, carefully as though giving the poor male a display of her body. He smiles, soft fangs catching her attention as they have many times before. He lets out a soft groan at the sight before him, ready to consume the woman in front of him. 

“Perfect..” Vessel mumbles while carefully turning her so her ass is pressed against his clothed cock. She shivers at the feeling of his arousal against her, aching for breeding. She pushes back against him one last time before slowly bending over and spreading her legs, presenting herself to him while using the wall as support. 

“Ves come on... Use me, breed me, fuck me!” She whines, tired of the slow pace the vessel had set. 

He chuckles softly, unzipping and pushing his pants and underwear down, cock on full display resting against the curve of her ass. “So needy for me pet…” Vessel grinds forward, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his throbbing cock. His hands slowly moved to grip her hips, pulling her back against him. Her soft whine leered him further into the fog of his sex-ridden brain. He sighed out, trying to keep his composure and not ravage her at that exact moment, wanting to prolong the experience. “If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to one of the others…!” She taunted, trying to draw the male into the illusion of giving her what she wants. Instead, she received a slap to the right side of her ass, a stinging burn the size of Vessel’s palm. He chuckles softly, ignoring her and pulling himself back away from her enough that she panics softly, “Oh then go, I just won’t touch you again got it pet?” He rubs his tip up and down her slit, staring into her eyes, challenging her to say something disobedient again. When she doesn’t, he slowly pushes the head of his cock into her cunt. It sucks him in, the wetness spreading across his shaft as he quickly pushes in, not giving her time to adjust. “Bad pets get used however I feel.” She moans loudly at his words, head leaning against the wall, arms supporting her at the quick onslaught of thrust. His pace fast, pounding her and using her tiny tight cunt however he saw fit. Vessel’s cock shaped and molded her wetness to the shape of it, hugging him perfectly. Her mewls and fucked out whimpers were proof of just how good it felt to be used by him. The woman’s mouth agape, drool softly falling with every heavy thrust of Vessel’s hips. The slapping sound of their skin connecting grew louder as the tightness of her cunt grew.  Her face formed into a quickly fucked out mess of drool and giggles. “Vesss I wanna cum pleassee” she slurs down, hips fucking back against his.

“Aw, the disobedient girl wants to cum? Before me?” He slowed his hips, watching as she whines and squirms to get the pace back up to speed, “After you said that to me? You cum I’m not stopping. Got it?”

She nods quickly, quickly reaching down to play with her clit, orgasm already ready to hit the peak. Pleasure washes over her as Vessel picks the pace back up, angling his thrusts to hit the perfect spot that leaves her cunt clenching tightly. He chuckles softly and leans down close to her ear, nipping and licking at it slowly. “Cum for me.”

His voice knocks the orgasm right out of her, her body tensing up and shaking with the pleasure of his cock still ramming into her. Her moans so loud they echo alerting everyone in the house of their activities. His thrusts breaking her moans up and turning them into pathetic little pants of his name, “Vessel Vessel Vessel”

The male groans softly, the wet heat gripping and sucking him in, attempting to milk his cock for all his worth. Vessel knocks her feet to spread them more, rutting into her overstimulated cunt. Her moans mixing in with his, soft whines as he continues to abuse her g spot.

“You want my kids? Want my seed?” He thrusts, emphasizing every. Single. Word. with his punishing movements. She whines mind broken, only wanting whatever Vessel would give her. “Fucking take them then. Don’t spill a fucking drop.”

He leans his head down, the forehead of his mask pressed in between her shoulder blades. Vessel groans and growls, feeling the twitching of his cock buried deep inside her. His cum flooding her cunt before his knot begins to swell and stop the overflow.

“Thank you Sir…”

II

It's kind of a shocker to II at first, he’ll just stand there and then slowly nod like he understands.

My II is trans so he just kinda points between himself and her with a questioning look

Shrugs and then makes sure she completely understands that he can breed her, but she won’t get pregnant

Bonus of this, she gets to pick out the size of the squirting/cumming dildo

II is the type to make her come at least 2 times before breeding as well

II looks down only half-amused at the woman underneath him, tired eyes tracing the movement of his fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. “One more at least... Then I can fuck you yeah?” He mumbles out, barely heard over the sweet sounds of her moans. Her body tenses up, ready to release the second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck fuck, II..!” she moans out, the tension finally releasing as she cums on his fingers, coating them with her sweet wetness. Not only had his fingers been a target of her releasing but as had everything, soaking II and the bed but with her squirt.

The male chuckled and slowly pulled his fingers from her quivering cunt as his partner whined with overstimulation. “Can’t tap out now love, still gotta fill you remember?”

She looked at him through cloudy pleasure-filled eyes and nods as best as she can. II bends down and kisses her clit one last time before standing up and stretching from the straining position. Her eyes gladly soak in the sight of her mate, his own arousal throbbing and slick with his wetness. She moans softly at the sight of her partner’s ass, watching as he turns to grab the harness and cumming dildo. “Hey babes, still with me?” He questions his girlfriend as he adjusts the straps comfortably. She smiles and hums happily, reaching out with grabby hands and open legs. “Very…”

II chuckles and crawls in between her legs, gently nudging the tip against her clit. She softly moans and shifts her hips aching for more even after being overstimulated.

“Yeah that’s my girl…” He hums softly into her ear, carefully angling his tip to her leaking hole, “Gonna take me so well, will breed you and make you have my babies.”

She keens, back arching at the stretch, everything feeling more pleasurable than before. II hushes her with gently “sh sh sh” in an attempt to not wake the others. His lover’s eyes roll back once he is fully seated in, the knot kissing at her entrance begging to be let in.

He laughs softly at her, cooing at her pleasure, “Yeah taking me perfectly baby girl.”

The pace began slow, II pulling his hips in and out and grinding forward to rub against her clit. The woman underneath him mewled out at the feeling, enjoying the slow push and clit attention. Oh but it wasn’t enough, she needed more, needed him to be buried so deep into her.

She whines, clawing at his forearms, clinging leaving deep red scratches and moon shapes in her awake. “Mo-more please!” Needing more but not sure of exactly what she wanted. II smiles sadistically and angles his hips perfectly into the patch of sensitive nerves inside of her, Her screams of pleasure made him flinch and cover her mouth quickly, blocking her sounds from the others. “Shut up… We don’t need the others coming in here and taking you from me do we?”

At his words, his mate’s cunt clenched and sucked him in deeper, the wet quenching growing louder as he pounds into her wet cunt. “Oh you like that idea? Liked the idea of Vessel coming in? Maybe IV? III? Huh?” 

Each name II spouted off, he thrust harder, slipping a little bit of the knot deeper into her warm heat. He shakes his head in fake disappointment and moves his hand covering her mouth to his own, licking his thumb with a slurry look in his eyes. She whines louder, moving her hands to her nipples, roughly pinching and playing with them while watching her lover. He scoffs at the action and moves his thumb to her clit, rubbing at the same fast rough tempo of his thrust, “Since you wanna be a slut I can treat you like one and make you cum on my knot.” Her legs wrap around his waist, locking him from moving to far, II’s thumb working over her clit pushing her deeper and closer to the third orgasm of the night. “Yes Yes! Gimme your knot! II please!” She screams at the top of her lungs, pleasure washing her like a thick blanket.

II smiles and leans down grabbing the syringe and places thick kisses against his lover’s neck. “Take my knot baby…”

He sinks his teeth into the side of her neck triggering her orgasm to crash over her with suddenness. As he sinks his teeth in, at the same time he pushed his knot in, floating her cunt with the sticky white liquid cum. “Thank you thank you! Gimme your babies yes!” She hisses out, her whole body tensioning as the waves of pleasure continue and are prolonged by the filling.

“It's all yours darling, all yours…”

III

He’ll slowly crouch down/get on her level and look her in the eyes

Boy is confused as to why she’d wanna be bred, but after some explaining he’s all for it

It’ll start off gentle, soft playful kisses to get her in the mood till one of them is desperate enough to push the other. 

Iii is whiny with want to be inside of her. Wants to be as close to her as possible. 

“Please let me... I need to breed you... sugar please..”

His soft pleading eyes stare into hers with so much need and lust. A gentle whine leaves his eyes as he pushes his hips closer to hers seeking out the warmth he craves. A moan tumbles from her mouth, mixed with teasing laughter at the poor male, “III honey, calm down you need to take my pants off.” The taller huffs, tail flicking with irritation at his lover’s statement. The small hunger need to consume his partner slowly grows as he can partially already feel the wet heat calling for him.

Careful but hastily III takes the offending material from her thighs, gently moving his fingers against her skin as he moves downwards. Soft goosebumps litter her skin, a noise of encouragement from her that has the male leaking pre. He hadn’t known just how much he craved filling her over and over again till she had offered her the sweet words, “Breed me.”

She coos at him condescendingly, a fake form of comfort while knowing III is holding himself back from devouring her. “Come on, you can do it… Doing so fucking great baby.” The smirk present on her lips leaving him even more frustrated than the aggregating material of his pants. 

He attempts to take them off, to free his cock to present it to her, but the laughter from watching him struggle causes him to freeze. III whines loudly, hand still attempting to push down his waistband, eyes meeting hers with more need than ever.

She sighs and gives in to helping the needy boy remove his clothes, starting with his shirt. She starts by slowly running her hands up his stomach, drawing out a shiver and a sigh from him, and then moves to completely pull it off. She continues the teasing till they’re both fully undressed laying against the cool bedsheets.

 “Can I have you now,” He mumbles out softly while going back to rutting against her cunt, “Been good, so good.”

At the breathy “yes” III grips himself and steadies the tip at the wet entrance of her cunt. “Don’t tease III..” She breathes out, thrusting her hips downwards, chasing the pleasure that is being teased. He grunts at her actions and pushes into her wetness. They both moan at the shared pleasure, hers soft and breathy while III’s more growly and deep.

The vessel had to pause, allowing his partner’s body to slowly stretch around him. The pleasurable burn drives her mad, her eyes rolling back, legs trembling from keeping them stretched. Cunt tightening up around the cock slowly forcing its way into its core. III closes his eyes, a soft whine being pulled from his throat at the feeling of his lover tightening around him. “Relax… You’re hugging me so tightly..” The bassist’s rough hands moved to her hips, rubbing small soothing circles to relax her. “Take a deep breath…” She nods, face tight before taking a deep breath and allowing her body to slowly relax. III leans his head down, resting his forehead against hers before slowly pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out inside of her cunt. The gentle moan that leaves his mouth causing her to release another wave of wetness, welcoming him to move.

“Move love… I’m okay now,” she smiles up at him, rubbing her hands up and down his back in an encouraging motion. “Need to feel you filling me up okay?” He whines out a soft “mhm” before pulling his hips back, thrusting at a soft slow pace, allowing both of them to enjoy the pleasure of one another. The squelching of her cunt filling the room alongside the soft panting of the vessel above her. She reaches out, clawing at his back, pulling him closer to her. Her body needing to be filled by the thick throbbing cock inside of her. III yelps softly, hips pushing deeper then before causing a loud moan to be ripped out of his lover’s mouth. “Fuck! Yes deeper! III please give it to me!”  She moans out, eyes rolling back from the pleasure of the male going deeper inside of her. Through the mask, III bites his lip holding back the urge to push in his slowly growing knot. “Sugar, if  you keep clawing me I will knot you early…” She giggles through her moans, the sound being punched out of her through the thrust.

The woman under the vessel purposely clenches around the thrusting cock inside of her, the throbbing mess of pre slowly being pulled deeper inside of her. III curses under his breath and sits up on his knees, pulling her hips to meet his now harsh thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck babe I need to breed pleeassee!” He whines out to his mate who was squirming from the new onslaught of thrust. The tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of her, kissing at her vercix as though it was meant to be there. She nods, a fucked out smile on her lips, everything feeling full and fuzzy at the feeling of the knot attempting to breach her tight cunt. “Give it to me you- Ah!..” She attempts, a whiny voice that held little dominance despite the words. The vessel pushes his knot into the warm wet heat of her cunt, pouring his seed into her, filling her up just as she had asked. “Fuck Oh shit its so good~” He moans, cock jerking with every rope of cum that drenched her insides.  The feeling of being bred, the warmth of his cum, and the twitching sent her over the edge. Cunt clenching and unclenching, begging for the seed of the male to take.

“Ahh oh fuck I hope it takes, I wanna see you round with my babies…”

IV

Let's just put this out there, primal kink. He has a huge primal kink.

As soon as the words, “IV can you breed me,” leave her mouth, its over.

He’ll hold eye contact and tell her to run, gives her a headstart.

Of course once he catches her, he’s claiming his prize

Forcing her onto the ground and ripping off her bottoms, making her present her cunt to him

He’s feral for it, needs to stuff her full over and over again.

The air is pushed out of her, his hands between her shoulder blades forcing her into the ground underneath her. Her body trembles as her attempts to suck in the sweet taste of oxygen fail. IV hums pleased at the action of his lover, seeing her at his mercy, his for the taking. 

“IV… please!” She whines out, body yearning for the man above her. He chuckles softly to himself and grinds his hips into her behind, “You want to be bred… You wanna take my seed in the name of Sleep?” He doesn’t even let her finish her pathetic chants of “yes yes yesyesyes!” before ripping her bottoms apart just enough for her weeping slit to be exposed.

IV growls deep in his chest, the sight before him enticing him more than ever. Her trembling body, covered in a light layer of dirt, the pathetic look in her eyes, not forgetting the torn clothes showing what he is about to claim. 

He grabs a hand full of her ass, spreading it apart before moving down face to face with her dripping cunt. She tensed up confused by the actions of the male, entrance clinching and unclinching with readiness. 

A deep purr is heard from his chest, his nose inching closer and closer to the delicious smell of her cunt. “Gonna eat this to make you ready for my knot…” 

She moans softly at his words, allowing herself to be moved into the perfect position for the vessel to eat her from behind. His tongue quickly swipes up the thick drool of her arousal,  moaning at the taste of her readiness for him. His eyes roll back into his skull, the need for his lover’s taste growing stronger at the teasing taste. Said lover giggles softly, pushing her hips back, another tease to entice the male. She only stops when she feels his lips wrapping around her clit.

IV forms a tight sucking seal around her Clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, tasting the sweet flavor of his lover’s breedable cunt. She moans loudly, rubbing her face into the grass underneath her as a form of pleasurable escape. The male chuckles before moving his fingers into her cunt, slowly pushing one finger in. She whines, everything beginning to feel extra sensitive to the touch of the vessel. 

IV pulls back away from her clit, pushing his tongue inside beside his fingers, drinking her as though she is the greatest nectar to the world. “IV IV Fucckk…” She moans out, toes curling ha she reaches back to push the vessel closer to her wetness. He groans, pulling his fingers away to bury his face deeper into the wet drool of her arousal. 

A soft growl of frustration pulls from his throat, angry with the mask getting in the way of wanting to devour his lover. “Fucking hell, Just need to…” He cuts himself off, throwing the mask away and burying his tongue deeper into her cunt. She yelps out in surprise and moans loudly at the feeling of the wet muscle thrusting in and out of her cunt. 

Once he is thoroughly satisfied and believes she is wet enough to take his cock and knot, IV pulls away staring down at his lover in amusement and slight awe. He had wrecked her into a flushed mess of pants and moans. Her face, wet with tears and drool, yet he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, cock still aching and twitching in his pants for her. IV softly slaps her ass and pulls her further into a presenting breeding-style position, angling her back into a beautiful arch with her ass pressed heavily against his shaft. “Please… breed me IV. In the name of Sleep like you had said? Please…” She babbles out, almost missing the fact her lover had begun to pull his pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his reddish purple tip. Having edged himself the whole day prior to their hunt so he could give her a good load for the taking. 

He grunted in response, teasing his tip against her hole, wetting it with her slick. IV gently pushed the tip in before pulling it out, allowing her to whine for more of whatever he was willing to offer. Her pleas did not fall on deaf ears as he was beginning to leak pre all over her slick, needing to be inside her at the exact moment. The first push did little, having to stop once she clenched and a paid moan escaped her, “Too big…” She whined, attempting to force herself to relax into his touch. IV ran his fingers through her hair, down her bad, teasing goosebumps to raise on her skin, all while softly purring to his mate, “You’re doing amazing..” His gentleness and encouraging words allowed her to finally relax her cunt and allowed him to slowly push in the rest of the way. IV, while sometimes an animal, was not a beast and allowed her to adjust to the girth of his cock. The soft throbbing and veins of said cock indicating just how badly he wanted to mate and breed his lover. IV’s tip, just barely brushing her cervix, girth stretching her to the near painful levels, he slowly pulled back, thrusting back in with force. Enough force to knock the little bit of air out of her lungs, knocking a soft scream out of her chest. Their sounds and moans echoing throughout the forest, the birds have seemingly gone quiet and still to the sounds of hips to ass, wetness of his mate’s juicy cunt being pounded by his thick rob. “IV! Fuucckkk yes yes! Fuck me like an animal please…!” She pleads, nails digging into the dirt under her, ass bouncing back against his cock. He grabs her thigh and lifts it up, forcing her to balance on her front half and her left knee. His grip was bruising but allowed him to bury his cock much deeper into the sweet gripping warmth of her. “Fuck yeah take my cock, my breeding bunny, so good!” He growls, adding more force to the thrust of his hips, digging his cock into the sobbing woman. Her moans are turning into hiccups of sobs and his name, her throat going raw with the screams of pleasure caused by the cock inside of her. Her wetness spread across both of their thighs, his pants, and cock. The white cream of her cunt around the base of his cock drove him closer to the edge. He growled softly at the unexpected closeness, moving his free hand to her cunt, forcing her already sensitive clit to accept the rough treatment. She tights unexpectedly, screaming, “yes yes fucckkk thank you sir!” As her orgasm crashes over her at the simple touch. IV chuckles softly, dropping her leg to grab her hips and fucking into her with wild abandonment. The vessel began chasing his own orgasm, everything in his being wanting to breed and obsess over his lover’s semen-filled cunt.

The simple thought had IV pushing his knot deeper and deeper into her oversensitive cunt, forcing out a pathetic maon from the mostly fucked up and sleepy woman. He growls, deep within his chest very similar to the beginning of the hunt, stuffing her willing pussy with everything from the edging and the night. “Fucking take it bunny.” He laughs darkly, “You’re all mine now.” She smiles lazily and clenches around his knot… “I know big guy…”

#sleep token #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token vessel #imagine #x reader #headcanon #sleep token x reader #sleep token band #sleep token smut #sleep token breeding #sleepy eepy #eepy little guy #eepy time #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token ii x reader #sleep token iii x reader #sleep token iv x reader #sleep token headcanons #original character #smutty

[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.

#sleep token x reader #sleep token smut #iv x reader #vessel x reader #vessel smut #iv smut #*mine

[fritz-federleicht]

His robe/ Vessel x reader

Summary: your hands are cold during the video shoot to Alkaline, Vessel makes sure you're warm

Words: 840

FLUFF

Fortunately, the shoot takes place late in the evening. That means you could sleep in comfortably and prepare. Not like Vessel. He had to be on set two hours ago, giving instructions and getting ready.

When you arrived on set you were greeted by him, he was under pressure and could only talk to you briefly. Still, he had enough time to steal a kiss from you. After that, he quickly moves on, into a large dark room.

You look around. III and IV didn't show up for the shoot, they aren't in the video after all. They probably prefer to sit at home and play video games together.

Only II apparently couldn't miss it. He wanted to make sure that Vessel is doing well, he tells you as he stands next to you and greets you with a friendly hug.

His eyes are constantly checking the situation, keeping everything under control. A silent observer.

First shots are taken. Vessel sits on a chair, only dim light from the fireplace behind him fills the room. He wears his robe and his closed mask. In each shot his hands move, contort.

Next to you, II nods. "He's doing really well." He whispers so as not to disturb the recording. You agree with him, murmuring.

"Okay Vessel. We'll take a short break." Says the director. Immediately II leaves the place next to you and goes to a person. Probably to discuss some small details.

You look at Vessel who is coming towards you.

"It's going pretty well so far, isn't it?" You ask.

Vessel wraps his arms around you. "It's going perfectly love." You touch his chest, he shivers slightly under your fingertips.

"Wait." His hands settle on yours.

You look up at him. "What?"

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you not feeling well?" He asks you worriedly. He ignores the fact that you are standing at night in an old abandoned house that happens to have no radiators.

He loosens one hand and touches your forehead. "You don't have a fever." He says thoughtfully to himself.

"Stop it. I'm fine." You laugh and push his hand off your forehead. It slides to your cheek. "It's just really cold in here." You look around the old room. Plaster is crumbling off the wall, piling up on the floor. Knocked-over cabinets stand in the corners.

"Why aren't you freezing, anyway? You're wearing a lot less than I am." You push your free hand against his chest.

He doesn't move a bit, ignoring your question and continuing to speak. "Are you sure you're okay?" He cups your face. "I need to know that you're okay?" His mask touches your forehead. His hands roam over your shoulders and clasp your hands. You notice he's trying to warm you with his body heat, through his chest and his hands tightly enclosing yours.

"Honey I'm fine." You assure him.

"Really?"

You nod against his mask. "Yes."

"All right. But go to II. Tell him to give you my other robe, I always carry a second one. Won't need it today anyway." He pushes his mask up slightly so that only his mouth is visible. "It's so big you can probably wrap it around your little body twice. Snuggle into it okay?"

You barely catch what he's saying, instead staring at his exposed lips. The lips that show you every time how deep love can go. The lips that have tasted you in so many places, places where no one has ever kissed you so lovingly. Exactly these lips are now forming into a light smile.

"Baby, please respond." He squeezes your hand, bringing you out of your trance and back into the real world.

"I'll go to him in a minute."

"Good. I don't want you to get sick. And if you do, we'll do it together." He says softly and leans in. He releases your hands and caresses your cheeks. His kiss is short, demanding and affectionate at the same time. He pulls back.

You look at him, flushed. "Ves, I'm not sure that's how it works."

"It does." He asserts, pulling down his mask. "Now go to II. Break's about to end." He turns you around.

You smile and walk toward II, focusing on him so as not to lose him in the throng of people.

You reach him and ask him for the robe. He gives it to you, you put it on. Immediately you feel warm.

During the next break, Vessel comes to you. Before he even speaks to you, he grabs your hands. When he feels that they are warm, he exhales with relief. "That's good... even if I would have liked to spend the whole day in bed with you." He says cheekily.

"We can do that anyway." You grin at him.

"I'll gladly accept that offer, my love." He answers, brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it through the mask.

#vessel one shot #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel x y/n #vessel x reader #sleep token one shot #sleep token x reader #sleep token #sleep token x y/n #sleep token imagine

[miss-multi45]

Hello! I hope its not too much and you can skip this if you're not up to making this request..

Hoping for poly headcanons with sleep token with or without the x reader

Thanks! <3

i will NEVER ignore a request my dear ♡♡

POLY SLEEP TOKEN X READER HEADCANONS

starting off strong, the boys all sleep in thier own beds but will happily let you sleep in their beds with them

f!reader in mind, i feel like vessel wants to learn more about female anatomy. don't ask me why

first thing they do after a show is walk up to you, one of them will throw you over their shoulder and slap your ass, and the ones behind you will ruffle your hair

ii, iii and iv stare at you and as soon as you catch them they just run up to you and all hug you at the same time and iv will start marking your neck

if you listen to their songs, they will put that on their sex playlist

thigh men: iv, ii, iii

boob men: vessel, iii, ii

ass men: iv, ii

all three: iv, ii, iii, vessel

the vesselettes sing lullabies to you when you can't sleep

they all secretly worship the vesselettes

sitting on vessel's lap, him massaging, squeezing and slapping (softly) your thighs

if you play a band instrument that one of them plays, competition

or they'll just fall completely head over heels, again

f!reader! one time when he was coming offstage, vessel shoved his face into your titties and the crowd saw and went wild

m!reader! if you also have a nice voice, vessel will force you into singing a portion of their song and then put it on Spotify ♡♡ out of love

sometimes ii or iv just come up behind you a squeeze your breasts randomly

iii asks for permission before he does that

#my writing #sleep token x reader #sleep token band #iv sleep token #sleep token vessel #sleep token vesselettes #iii sleep token #sleep token iii

[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

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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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[funera1pyre]

iii has no idea how he got himself in this situation.

its not like he meant to walk in on you and vessel earlier. he definitely didn’t hear the noises you were making and got turned on. and he definitely didn’t make an excuse in his brain to pretend to need to ask vessel something.

now he’s on his knees in front of vessel, watching you bounce on his cock.

you’re facing iii, legs propped up on vessels knees with his hands around your waist as he guides you. you’re a babbling mess, vessel told you to hold eye contact with iii or he’ll stop moving.

iii’s flushed, his cheeks bright red as his eyes are locked on yours. vessel cant get enough of it, his baby on display for his best friend.

the sheer filthiness of the whole situation is turning you on even more. iii has a massive hard on and the way he’s kneeling so submissively for vessel makes your head spin.

“you knew what you were doing walking into here hmm iii? you heard how good i was making her feel. she can be loud, cant you honey?” vessel grabs you by the chin and all you can do is moan in response.

vessel turns his attention to iii. “well go ahead, make yourself cum since you wanted so badly to see us.” he’s holding your jaw firmly to keep eye contact with iii.

iii pulls out his cock, so drunk on lust he doesn’t even focus on how embarrassing this is for him. his eyes are glazed over as he spits in his palm and starts stroking himself. he’s not gonna last long, he can tell that for sure.

“oh, i think.. fuck.. my little whore’s about to cum, hmm?” vessel grunts in your ear, you’re bouncing harder on his dick and your moans getting louder as he leads you to the edge.

iii can feel his orgasm approaching seeing you like this, the way vessel has complete dominance over you, it’s so fucking hot.

you cum with a loud moan all over vessel’s cock, he shortly follows soon after, filling you with his release as he kisses your neck soothingly, the two of you coming down from your highs. iii sits in front or you, frantically pumping his cock and practically drooling all over himself.

“finish him off. now” vessel orders and without a word you jump off his lap, crawling over to iii and taking him in your mouth.

iii jumps at the sudden warmth of your mouth, “g-gonna, oh god” he blurts out and within seconds he’s releasing into your mouth, all the while vessel is staring intently at him.

when iii opens his eyes, he sees vessel staring directly at him as he orders “swallow” to which you oblige.

pulling up from iii, your hair and makeup a mess, you give him a small kiss on the cheek. “you should walk in on us more often.”

#welp #totally didnt indulge in one of my thoughts ive been having for a while #ummmm #anyways enjoy tehe #sleep token smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token #sleep token imagines #vessel x reader #sleep token x reader #iii x reader

[dy6nsty]

hiii, could you maybe do like, first time with vessel?? like the reader is a virgin and vessel is the experienced one so he talks them through it and makes sure they are comfortable and stuff!!! so if this doesn't make sense, english is my second language 😅

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Ofc!𑁤 Thank you for requesting, and your english is perfect:)

Vessel x Gn Reader! NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI

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Vessel:

As we can already tell he’s definitely experienced if we’re looking back at his song lyrics here…

When and as he’s informed it’s your first time it’s immediately an ego boost for him.

He’ll start off slow and sensual with a dab of teasing in there. Running his fingers down most where you’d want to be stripped from.

To him you’re innocent.

Slowly teaches you. Mumbling small praises to you. Wether it’s him prepping you or you’re sucking him off he’ll be guiding you in a hushed tone.

Touching every where he can. Every dip, scar, curve, anything he run his hands along. Body worshipping is one of his favorite things to do.

He’ll start off with you slow and sensual, letting you get used the feeling of him slowly stretching you further.

Wether you ride him or don’t his hands will always manage to find their ways onto your thighs.

Loves to slowly ruin your innocence with dirty mumbles and praises.

“Just a bit further my love. You can do it.” Praise. Praise will be there.

He’ll start off slow and gentle till he feels as if it’s right to get more rough and impatient with you

Passionate and sensual with all movements he’s doing. Grinding into you with a steady pace.

Grabbing onto your hair, face, neck, anything he can do to see ur face to see ur facial expressions (GENTLY..)

Will whisper about how lovely you look while taking him.

you might just be his new song. /hj

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i hope you liked this!!! <3

#sleep token x reader #sleep token vessel #sleep token #vessel x reader #vessel #sleep token band #smut #sleep token fanfiction #fanfiction #gn reader #dy6nsty #dy6

[musicmystics-world]

𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓘𝓘 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓘𝓘𝓘 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓘𝓥 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

Personally I think Vessel would’ve had a somewhat traumatic past from his previous relationships. So I think maybe he would have nightmares of you leaving him just like his previous relationships did. He would wake up sweating and shaking and you would try your best to comfort him and calm him down. You would hug him and whisper sweet nothings to try and calm him down and he would hold you as tight as possible as if you would disappear in front of his eyes. You would whisper to him things like “I love you. I promise I’m not going anywhere” or “It’s okay, I’m here.”

I feel like Vessel is the kind to be somewhat clingy, but not too clingy that it could become overwhelming.

I think he would also be the type to grab your waist as your cooking dinner and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

I feel like Vessel is the sensitive type and by that I mean if you ever say to him something like “Can we talk?” Automatically, he would assume it’s something bad (I do that too) or that you’re going to break up with him. So when he hears those words he immediately starts tearing up.

I feel like Vessel would get worried about you while he’s on tour because he fears that while he’s on tour you might meet someone better, but if you call him almost everyday while he’s on tour and reassure him that your not leaving him for someone else, that it’s always gonna be you and him, he’ll feel much better.

I think Vessel is the shy type and sometimes has a hard time saying what’s on his mind because he doesn’t wanna feel like he’s burdening you with his problems. (I’m that way as well)

Vessel likes to dance with you under the moon while he sings one of his songs.

Some nicknames that Vessel would call you would be: love, my love, darling, dear, or babe

Vessel is very cuddly. He will hold you while you guys sleep, obviously being big spoon. Whenever you move while you’re sleeping, his hold on you tightens.

Vessel’s love language is definitely physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. Physical Touch is a must have for him. He absolutely loves to hold you whether that be holding your hand or cuddling with you. Words of affirmation is also something very important to him, reassuring him that you’ll always stay by his side and not leave him and that you’ll always support him in everything he does is something he likes to be reminded of very often. Quality time is another thing he enjoys, being with you and doing things with you like cooking or you being in the studio with him as he writes music is something he very much loves.

Believe it or not I feel like Vessel would have a slightly possessive side to him, not in a weird way. He just always wants to be near you and protect you, I mean like I said he fears you leaving him.

Vessel would sometimes try to convince you to come on tour with him because he wants you to be there watching him perform, but when you can’t go he understands. He’s a very understanding person.

Whenever you would talk to him about how your day was or something interesting that happened at work, he would just stare at you and take in every feature on your face and listen as you talk.

When you met Vessel, he immediately fell in love with you, but he was also scared of falling in love again considering his past relationships, so he stayed distant from you. But once you got to know each other and he got more comfortable around you, he was no longer afraid and the more he was around you, the more in love he was. Although, he was still a little distant.

Vessel would love you with every ounce of his being and would do anything for you, just like you would for him. He knows you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

#vessel x reader #sleep token x reader #vessel sleep token #sleep token

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Vessel x GN reader.

Vessel and you with very obvious oral fixations hehehehee

It’s kept a secret. At first.

It begins with kisses. So many kisses. Always, all day, any chance either of you get. Your lips are always red and puffy when Vessel is around because you just can’t stop kissing him.

He eventually takes it up a few notches, when your lips tire and you just can’t keep up with him anymore, he gives you a few moments but he doesn’t want to stop. So he keeps going, moving down your jaw and making his way to your neck. He finds very quickly that your neck is his favourite place to bury his face. His lips wreaking havoc on the skin that resides there. But he just… can’t stop.

He cops it too. When he is fresh out the shower and his skin is warm and dewy. He crawls into bed, probably expecting an early night with you. But no, he’d be so so wrong. Because the moment you get your hands on him your lips are glued to his stomach. The soft pouch of skin that sits just above his waist band… fuck… your mouth waters just looking at it. You kiss and nip and suck at the beauty that is him. Leaving your marks all over his soft belly with a smile.

He starts to lose his mind a little. Always fighting a constant urge to drop everything and get his mouth on you. He sees the same look in your eyes. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his waist when he walks around without his top on. He loves to mess with you. Pulling his pants down just a little further than normal, letting them hang lower on purpose just to see if you’d crack. You never do. You’re stronger than he is.

But he’s nothing if not patient.

You don’t expect it. At all. Vessel knows this. But it’s his turn to cook dinner tonight, he’s stood at the stove stirring a pot of sauce he’d made. He wants you to try it but he stops you from reaching for a spoon. Your confusion disappears when you look at him and he’s already got two of his fingers, dripping with this sauce, hanging expectantly in front of your lips.

His smirk puts the word ‘smug’ to shame.

You hold eyes with him. Because if he wants to play this game then by god you’ll make him watch every minute of it. But your confidence diminishes the moment you wrap your lips around his fingers, and he knows he’s got you. Your eyes give you away immediately. Your pupils blow wide, and your eyes glaze over, telling him everything he needs to know about the state he’s got you in right now. By now the sauce that once coated his fingers is long gone but neither of you make any moves to pull away. He lets you enjoy this. Clearly awakening something within the both of you that he is just dying to explore.

To exploit.

And it’s then that Vessel has the small realisation that maybe his desire to have his mouth on you all the time extends beyond just wanting to kiss you. And he has an inkling that perhaps this little desire sits snug in your brain too.

He gently pulls his fingers from your beautiful lips, a string of saliva keeping the two of you connected as he reaches over to flick the stove off. You don’t even have time to wipe your mouth clean before his lips are on yours again. Dinner is immediately forgotten. His mouth will be occupied with someone much more delicious.

#saw a user in the sleep token tag talking about this and i just needed to write it #thank you to that user i had so much fun writing this #sleep token #vessel #sleep token vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token x reader #vessel x reader #sleep token vessel x reader #vessel sleep token x reader #marys musings