#iv x reader

[babextoken]

⫘have yourself ready for me⫘

bf!dom!iv x sub!fem!reader

18+ MDNI

Head’s up: fem!reader, established relationship, sexting, mentions of male masturbation, dirty talk, IV’s first time being dominant, CMNF, vaginal fingering, teasing, condescension from IV, brief p in v a/n: this is a little request fulfillment for long time Situation ™ Enjoyer @lynzeequitlollygagging. I hope you saw that I answered this privately a bit ago and that you like it :)

IVy had been quiet today. Too quiet for your liking. You missed him and took to scrolling through your messages to kill some time. Last night’s conversation was innocent. Just catching up and talking about your day…counting the hours until you’d see each other. At this point, it was a mere 3 hours until you and your sweet boy would be together again. But as you scroll back to when days and weeks separated you, the messages were more desperate. Hungrier. 

It wasn’t even the dick pics you really wanted when you two texted like that. It was pictures of his hands, his bulge straining against the pants he wore on stage that night. But even more so, it was the little voice notes and videos. He was able to send videos more often than voice notes since he was either on the bus or in a shared hotel room when you were both horny. It was a fun little give and take. You’d get a video of him palming his cock under his shorts and a text begging you let him take it out. That’s when IV receives voice notes from you. Your soft moans and whispers in his AirPods giving him jerk off instructions as you touch yourself, too. His responses were always so cute when he was needy for you. Such a little sweetheart.

IV: are you gonna tell me to cum in the next one? Pls baby  You: hmm I had considered it but…

After a minute of silence on both ends, you get a video (to your surprise). His leaking cock throbbing against his shaky tummy. You can tell he’s in his bunk on the bus. He must have been awfully desperate if he had the balls to send this with the rest of the guys so close and still awake; you can hear them in the background of the video. 

You: naughty boy. Can’t wait for everyone else to sleep?

IV: this is your fault :(

So easy to play with. Despite IV coming home to you tonight after three long months, you weren’t too preoccupied with sex. That was until he texted you for the first time that day while you finished some chores.

IV: I'll be home in hour. have yourself on the bed and ready for me.

You raise your eyebrow. He wasn’t normally like this. Usually you called the shots. 

You: anything else I can do?

IV: tell me what you think “ready” means.

Who taught him to act like this?

You: uh naked I guess.

IV: correct. And don’t even think about touching yourself before I get there. 

Holy shit. IV’s new side was doing a number on you. Normally he’d come home, flop on the couch where you two would cuddle until it became too much and he whimpered into your neck as you stroked his needy cock. Poor guy was exhausted from traveling and playing and, worst of all, having to take care of himself. He’d lay back and turn off his brain, begging you to use him. Whichever part of him you wanted…mouth, fingers…his cock. He was yours to use.

But you wanted to see what he was up to. After you stripped, you spritzed yourself with his favorite body spray of yours for good measure. You could play along. It was a little strange not greeting him at the door like you normally would. The excitement in your tummy fluttered, making you start to feel nervous as you heard IV’s footsteps ascend the stairs. You took a deep breath and settled further into the bed, closing your eyes and trying to imagine what he might have in store for you. 

“Hmm. You actually listened.” 

You go up on your elbows and see him lean in the doorway. He doesn’t look…ecstatic to see you per se…but you can tell he’s hard in his joggers. 

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

IV pushes off the doorframe and walks over to bed, kicking off his shoes in the process. He shrugs. “Just never know.” The bed sinks a fraction as he sits on his knees by your legs. He does a motion with his fingers meaning he wants you to open your legs. His warm, calloused hands smooth over your inner thighs. “What were you doing while you waited,” IV asks firmly. 

“I-I-I was just lying here, babe. Why?”

“You’re soaked.” His eyes never leave your cunt. 

“I…I promise. I was good I did what y—“

But IV shushes you. “Give me your hand…” he says reaching for your dominant hand. He brings your finger tips to his lips and exhales your scent before taking them into his mouth. Your mouth drops open with a little moan as he gently sucks at your fingers, tasting for any trace of your essence. He lets your hand drop. “Hmm…that’s my girl. Wasn’t very fun lying here and waiting for me, now was it?” Your breath becomes a little shallow as his fingers trace the inside of your leg. Just being close to him after so long is enough to make you clench. His soft gazes traces your body but his face is uncharacteristically blank. 

“Uh…uhm…no. I guess not.”

“Hmm,” IV leans over and hovers above you, his chain hanging between you, “I can only imagine.” He sticks his tongue out and chuckles at your little pout.

“Am I being punished? For edging you?”IV chuckles softly again as he settles against you. “Don’t you want to take off your clothes?”

“You ask too many questions, babygirl. Just wrap your arm around me…” he guides your arm under him for to hold him. IV slips his arm under your neck and holds down your free wrist. The sensation of his nose scenting your neck causes you to arch your back and cry out. He whispers roughly in your ear, “you’re so desperate. Gagging for it, yeah? Sprawled out and moaning like a little whore for me. Not even touching you..”

You’re so far gone. It doesn’t matter that he’s completely dominated you without needing to get naked or touch you that much. IV was in your head. He knew how to play you…just like you did with him. It was better to just give in and be his soft little toy. “S’desperate…please…please.”

“I have no clue what you want.” IV says with a little laugh. You whine as he coos and kisses your forehead. “No idea babe…bet I could do anything and you’d be gushing for me. Needy thing.”

“IVy…” you whimper. Instinctively your hips buck…desperate and craving any kind of attention. 

“Alright alright…” IV switches from indifferent, mindless caresses on your tummy to firm, tight circles around your clit. Your eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure tears through your already fuzzy head. IV stares down at you and chews his lip, groaning little encouragements as you grind against his fingers. “Yeah? Is that good, baby,” he whispers, “so excited…who did that to you huh?”

“Y-y-you, IVy…you did,” you manage to whimper. 

“You look good like this, darling. Vulnerable…helpless…very pretty…imagine if I…” Your back arches like you’ve been punched. IV’s thick middle and ring fingers fuck into your sensitive pussy, letting the heel of his palm press against your throbbing clit. Your moans are soft, shuddering little sounds that make IV’s cock thump against your side. “Fucking love this, don’t you?” His voice gets louder. More stern. “Gonna cum from this? Huh?!” His fingers curl even deeper and higher towards your sweet spot. 

“Babe…just…”

“Hmm? Speak up, love.”

“Just…just kiss me…please.”

IV gives you a smug smile. “Don’t need much do you?” He leans his and kisses you softly before it evolves into a long deep kiss. You both moan as your lips mash against each other over and over…each kiss sloppier and needier than the last. 

IV knows you’re about to cum and he wants you to. He doesn’t feel like edging you any longer. He wants to unravel you. When he feels your body go rigid, he holds you close and whispers little praises against your neck. “That’s it…that’s my girl. Show me how good it feels,” he whispers breathlessly as he places little kisses on your jaw. When you come down from your high, you feel delightfully empty headed and relaxed…maybe he should be in control more often. He grins and kisses your face softly while you catch your breath. It only takes a shared look between you for him to pull down his joggers and boxers before he settles between your legs. 

No words were needed. IV slipped inside you like you hadn’t been apart. You were tight, sure, but so inviting. He towered over you for only a moment before he let his body slump against yours, his face in your neck and hips slowly and desperately pumping his cock in your warm pussy. “Fucking heaven…swear to god…best part of leaving is coming back to this.”

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[scribbledghost]

agfgazjdjsjs I've had this thought stuck in my head for a while- how would the inhuman!vessels react to their partner getting cuteness aggression? And would rheu ever get cuteness aggression towards us?

Vessel:

Listen, Vessel bites to show affection. You know this, I know this, we all know this. So cuteness aggression is pretty much the name of the game with him. Give him about ten minutes in your presence and he's at least gently nibbling on you somewhere. So when you do the same and he realizes you're all but gnawing on his arm one day, he really doesn't bat an eye about it. Finds it very endearing, actually.

II:

I think his cuteness aggression is more along the lines of "I want to grab you and shake you until I can hear your brain rattling around in your skull". He's very tactile that way. He's used to bitey partners from being around Vessel for so long, so if he turns to find you holding his hand up to your open mouth to take a bite, it doesn't phase him too much. (He does kind of draw the line at you pinching his cheeks - it makes him feel like you see him like an infant lol).

III:

Another bitey one, though it's less "cuteness aggression" for him and more causing mischief - especially when he morphs his teeth to be sharper or more numerous. His particular brand of cuteness aggression is simply extending his limbs and latching onto you like a boa constrictor. He thinks it's adorable when you get aggressive towards him in return, and he is more than okay with you squishing/pinching/nibbling on him whenever you want.

IV:

IV's cuteness aggression is very "pinchy". He doesn't pinch hard enough to hurt, just a quick grab really. He's also prone to squishing, especially when he gets his arms around you. When you show him the same aggression in return, he almost takes it like a point of pride lol. Like "yeah, of course I'm cute. See?" and he just lifts up his arm to show off the fact that you're dangling from it by your teeth.

[musicmystics-world]

𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒔:

Fall for Me by @whatawonderfulexistence--blog

Sleep Token Boys kissing type by @arueternity

Poly Sleep Token x reader Headcanons by @miss-multi45

Protective Sleep Token x reader Headcanons by @miss-multi45

Sleep Token x Female band reader by @dy6nsty

More Sleep Token Headcanons by @skellyflowers

Too many beds by @skellyflowers

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩:

Becoming by @dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay

𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵:

Far too soon for a sacrifice by @onesaltyhunter

Meeting you by @jellybean181

Pretty White Jaws by @haddonfieldwhore

I Can See You in my fate by @haddonfieldwhore

Moth to a Flame by @haddonfieldwhore

Fangs by @haddonfieldwhore

Possessive Vessel by @slptkns

Visitor by @slptkns

Jaws by @thefreakymunson

Guitar Vessel by @thefreakymunson

In your sleep, in your dreams by @x-reader-theater

Guarded by @lady-jane3

Recovery by @lady-jane3

Praise by @lady-jane3

Sweet Little Bunny by @eternal-kosmo-ghoul

Vessel x GN Reader by @xxcallmemaryxx

Just like rain by @writethrough

Vigilance by @writethrough

Comfort Showers by @arueternity

The moon and the sun by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Snogging Inner Demons by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Stage Experience by @fritz-federleicht

The Visitor by @scribbledghost

Oh My God, they were roommates by @prettypinkporkchop

Vessel Blurb by @funera1pyre

My Cat Vessel by @skellyflowers

Let me help you by @pearbearr

𝐈𝐈:

Eyes of the lamb by @haddonfieldwhore

I won’t let you go by @fritz-federleicht

Declaration of Love by @fritz-federleicht

Code: Cranky Little Man by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

𝑰𝑰𝑰:

iii imagine by @dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay

Running Low by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Gamer Boyfriend iii by @ickyarson777

𝕀𝕍:

Doodles by @skellyflowers

Hand Holding by @dy6nsty

IV x GN reader by @xxcallmemaryxx

His Mark by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Fuck Pubs by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Touched Starved by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

[jumbojazzcats93]

Ok, so hear me out-

There is a cast out goddess doomed to eternal reincarnation on earth as a human. It's been centuries. Hundreds of new faces, names, and lives. Her followers are long dead, but her favored remain. The four of them, blessed by their goddess before her fall, seek her endlessly in every new life she lives. Her power is what keeps them alive. Regardless of if she has the ability to touch it or not, as long as she exists, her blessings still remain, and effected entities still reap the rewards. Her power leaks from her body in every life. Its what enables them to find her when she's reborn. Worshipping her is different now, but they're no less enamored by their Goddess than they once were.

And if I expand on this... who knows.

[yandere-wishes]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨⋆White Roses Black Doves⋆୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Sleep Token x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ♡ ｡ ゜  

｡ ₊°༺Nothing Good Ever Happens After 2 AM ༻°₊ ｡

⋆｡˚ᶻ ᶻ 𝗓 ᶻ 𐰁˚｡⋆ Vessel

There's an ache behind his eyes, a potent decay from within. Vessel blinks trying to subside the pain, the biological furor of reason. The celestial glare of the vending machine doesn't help, then again it's hard to feel anything but pain when you've foregone sleep for just a little over two weeks. The kaleidoscopic of options lobotomizes his brain, Monster or Red Bull? Carrion or cruor? He's about to claw at the keypad when he hears the familiar thing approaching. He can't help but be reminded of supernovae when he sees you, diaphanous little star killing herself from within, burning, and molting until there's nothing left to neither hurt nor hold.

Vessel loves watching as you bleed fatigue, bloodshot doe eyes pried open by phantoms, and yet he can still taste the innocence reflected in your cornea. "Same as always?" he asks, already stepping aside as you press tenderly on the decrepit eight. You eat KitKats like you're smoking a cigarette. Vessel finds it a tad too hilarious, a morbid joke. He'll be long dead from the poisonous vapor he inhales like oxygen and you'll be standing over his grave smoking sugar and coco beans. He licks his lips as he stares at your fingers, slender, shaky. He wonders what the marrow would taste like erupting between his teeth. "Rough day?" he mutters as he sinks down beside you. You only ever look at him, too shy to speak. That's fine, he thinks, he'll coax out that pretty voice someday. Behind you, the vending machine stirs a light mechanical hum like a choir hymn. You hand him the last piece before disappearing into the night. Vessel's eyes follow you until you're engulfed by the darkness, he'll see you here again like clockwork. Prayers of gratitude spill from his lips as he waits for morrow night.

♡꩜♡꩜♡ II

He's seen this scene before. Enshrined it in fact. Watched you until your essence engraved itself behind his eyes. He's memorized the ice cream you like, which foot you use to cross the threshold. The gentle jolt of your body as you slide open the freezer door. The clock strikes midnight and Cinderella appears with dark bags under her eyes to match the ebony paint he wears like an oath. ii watches as you lean over the freezer, face greeting the hoar.

His fingers twitch longing to sink into the plush of your hips, to entwine through your silky hair as they push you further into the frost. He'll trail kisses across your neck as you suffocate. Bite your jawline playfully and mar the gossamer flesh. Body pressed to yours, impaling your stomach on the freezer's edge. He'll say he loves you, because he thinks he does, or maybe there isn't quite a word to describe this emotion. This enthralling all-encompassing obsession etched deep within his bones. You're frozen in his thoughts, the little princess that roams the convenience store he likes to haunt. What do you call it when someone is imprinted upon your soul? When their essence is more familiar to you than your own? ii reaches for the same ice cream, letting the frost sink in like a kiss. When your fingers grace his, he interweaves them like a vice.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ- III

There's something endearing about the emptiness, the void.

How the space continues to function even when the crowds have gone home. The lights, the pop songs, the machines, they all continue to dance even when the crowds have gone home. iii weaves between the games looking for something to pass the time. It's rejuvenating, he thinks, breathing without the panoptic. When you live in the limelight -no matter how hard you try to remain anonymous- you still leave all your pieces amongst the public. Forgetting how to fill your whole husk when the spotlight wears off.

The first time iii sees you he's nothing short of annoyed. He'd thought he'd get the place to himself. No screaming teens or crying kids, but your presence proves a complication even if you've yet to register the man behind you. He peers at your reflection smeared across the glass, sees you trying to ensnare a rabbit within the claws, your eyes closing for milliseconds in between only to reopen to the rabbit having plummeted once more. "Here let me help you" he offers. And truly at first he had meant it, an innocent act brought on upon both wanting to win the game and wanting to be rid of you. But the way your body slacks against his as he pushes against your back. The way your tiny hand fits so perfectly in his as he helps you navigate the joystick. You're perfume wafts over him, floral, dainty, like walking through flower fields at midnight. It takes three more tires before he wins you your rabbit.

But he doesn't stop there. iii drags you to the other games, enjoying how malleable you are within his hands. He notices how you can't help falling asleep no matter what you're doing. He wonders why you're here, amongst the neon lights and prizes instead of tucked away in your bed. By the time the sun has risen, iii's won you one too many prizes that you struggle to carry in your arms. He follows you back home, making sure to keep to the alleys and walls. It's so you don't get hurt he assures himself, but deep down he knows he just can't let you go. He's always had trouble with parting, wishing to keep everything locked away with this ribcage. Safe and sound. You've started to find plush animals outside your apartment door. Always with a morbidly painted guitar pick strung around their necks. You used to take them straight to your bed, giggling at your secret admirer. You'd give them names while inspecting the pick, wondering who you knew who played guitar. But recently you've started to notice crimson specks across the dolls. People have been missing, people you know and love. The crimson spots only keep growing…

˙✧˖° ⋆｡˚ IV

He feels you like a marble balancing on his tongue. Cold until it's corrupted by his heat. Your eyes are always open, but they never seem to see. IV wraps his arms around you pulling you closer as the movie screen flashes with some creature feature. He's found that you're happiest when he lets you out of the house. When his presence is lost amongst the outside world. Still, IV is ever cautious he knows how easy it would be for you to slip away. He's taken every precaution taking you outside only at night and usually to the cinema, usually, the ones that run old movies till the brink of dawn.

IV's mask nuzzles into your side, you only let out a low groan. It's always so hard for him to tell if you're awake or not, your brain seems to be perpetually elsewhere. IV grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him. "Darlin" he hisses, all warning and toxin. "Yes," you mutter like your mouth is filled with medicine you refuse to swallow. He pushes his mask above his lips, before sealing you in a kiss. All teeth and tongue like he's trying to devour you. You push on his shoulders at first, trying to break free, but when futility settles in, you give up, letting him take over. IV's fingers squish into your cheeks, his kiss deepens, ravenous, hungry for his stubborn little girl. You feel like you're drowning, letting the sea monsters devour you. Funny how the only place you'll ever be free of him is when his dear deity Sleep takes you away.

The screen overhead gleams in black and white, the monster has captured the girl, and the hero is nowhere in sight.

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Pt. IX

Part 9 has finally arrived!!! This chapter we begin to move into winter as the first big snow storm of the year hits (really funny that I'm getting around to publishing this in the dead of the July heat lol). Everyone's finally starting to settle into the dynamic which will lead to some... Interesting interactions while the five of them are stuck in close quarters. I am still having issues with getting everyone tagged because Tumblr hates me, but if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know! Thank you so much for reading!

WARNINGS: Some suggestive behavior

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Part VIII - Part X

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“Do you think the storm is going to be that bad?” Vessel asks. “It’s all we’ve been hearing about on the radio for the past few days.”

“It’s probably going to get pretty nasty. They’re expecting most of the town to lose power.” You bounce your leg nervously, watching him pause to go over his mental checklist in his head. “Would you, um… would you like to stay with me?”

He chuckles as he approaches the counter, “Scared of the big, bad snowstorm, lovey?” He teases with a smile.

“I’m not scared.” You snap back instantly, rolling your eyes. “It’s just,” Vessel didn’t miss the way the concern immediately crept back into your tone, “you’re so far out in the woods; what if something happens and no one can get out there to help.” His expression softens, reaching up to caress your cheek. You can't help but lean into his touch, his palm warm against your skin.

“If you’re more comfortable with us here, we’ll stay. Besides, do you really think I’m going to turn down a chance to spend more time with my girl?” Your cheeks grow warm as a flustered smile spreads across your lips. You still hadn't gotten used to Vessel so adamantly declaring you as his.

“Good,” you respond, trying your best to appear confident, “I need someone to keep me warm.” You smile coyly at him, making Vessel chuckle.

“Well, feeling bold today, are we beautiful?” His expression darkens slightly as a devious glint appears in his eyes. Your pulse immediately quickens as he offers you a sharp smile, his massive form towering over you, “You want to be in my arms, pretty girl?” He coos, making your face burn. He leans down, bringing his face in front of yours. “I'll hold you all night if that's what you want.” He whispers. He can't help but laugh slightly at your flustered expression, calling you cute as he straightens back up. “I'll be back in about an hour with the others. Let us take care of dinner tonight; you deserve to be spoiled for once.”

“Just be safe, okay? Everything always gets a little crazy around here on storm days.” He takes your hand, slowly bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“I'll be back before you know it.” He smiles sweetly. “Promise.”

While Vessel went to get the others, you took the time to make preparations. You were lucky enough to have the store beneath you; if you lost power, the fridges and your supply of ice would be sufficient to keep things cold for a while. You gathered all the candles and extra blankets from around your apartment, piling them up in one area with your other emergency supplies. You can’t help but smile when there’s a knock at your door. You squeal as III’s large hands wrap around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the floor. “There she is!” He exclaims excitedly, spinning you around in a hug. You’re suddenly sandwiched between him and IV; you let out a pleased hum as III slots his lips against yours, IV peppering your face with kisses simultaneously.

IV nuzzles his face against yours as III pulls back. “We missed you, doll.” You spin around, slipping into IV’s arms, letting him hug you close as III starts bringing things into the kitchen. He sways you gently in his arms, taking a moment to memorize the feeling of you being pressed against him before pulling back. “I'm going to help the others set up.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

II pushes through the door, arms full of what appeared to be pillows, as he struggles to keep his grip on all of them. “Want some help with that?” You offer with a giggle.

“That'd be great, thanks.” He responds with a chuckle of his own. You smile coyly at him, your arms sliding over his shoulders as he saunters up to you. “And how are you doing today, beautiful?”

“Much better now that you're all here.” You respond softly.

He hums approvingly, “That’s what I like to hear.” He trails a finger along your jaw, carefully tilting your chin until he can easily kiss you. Even the gentlest kisses from II always managed to take your breath away, and now was no different. “You just hang back and relax, love. Let us handle everything.”

Your heart always felt so full whenever all five of you were together. You would never get sick of how lively the group of them made you and your home feel. “Here you go.” You smile as IV slips a glass of wine into your hand, collapsing onto the couch at your side. Vessel, II, and III were currently bickering over something in the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone for what felt like the first time in forever. “I have something for you.” He states softly. He takes your hand, rummaging around in his bag with the other until he produces a small, brown leather notebook. “Here.” He offers it to you; you can't help but smile at the gift.

“What's this?” You ask curiously. You open to the first page, and IV’s messy script is the first thing you see. ‘For my favorite girl, hopefully, this makes up for all the times I should have bought you flowers.’ You flip to the second page to find a perfectly preserved pressed flower. A bright orange bloom sat atop a stem of tiny green leaves; the date IV must have picked it, and the flower's name should have been written in the upper right corner. The rest of the book followed a similar pattern. A collection of vibrant reds, purples, and golds filled the rest of the pages. You could tell how carefully every flower was handled just by how it was presented to you on the page.

“Whenever I find a flower I think you'd like, I press it in a book. That way, you can keep them forever without them wilting.” The gesture was so sweet you blinked rapidly to clear the tears from your eyes.

“Thank you, IV, this is incredible.” You set the book carefully down on the table, reaching out and pulling him into your arms. He wasted no time melting into you, his arms circling your waist as he returned your embrace.

“You make me really happy, you know that?” You smile, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“So do you.” You both reluctantly separate from each other. You rest a hand on IV’s cheek, smiling softly at him as you study how his features curve under the fabric of his mask. You carefully take his face in your hands, guiding him forward to kiss his forehead. He smiles, letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

“Dinner’s ready!” You both jump as you hear Vessel call from the kitchen. He stands, helping you from the couch. IV pulls you into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let's go before it's all gone.” He chuckles

You stood at III’s side, helping him clean up after dinner. “That food was amazing.” You remark, making him chuckle.

“I try my best.” He responds humbly. “Working with whatever we can grow or hunt, I want to ensure it, at least, tastes good.” You finish drying off the wine glass you had been using earlier, pushing yourself up on your toes to struggle to reach the top shelf. III chuckles; you freeze as you feel the warmth of his body creep up your back, nearly making you drop the glass in the process. “Need some help, love?” He whispers, making you shiver. His long arms can easily reach up to set the glass back in its spot. His hands find their way to your waist, lifting you from the floor to put you on the counter easily. “I can finish up here; you can just relax.” He chuckles as you pout in response.

“You cooked dinner; the least I could do is help with the dishes,” you protest. He places his hands on either side of your waist as he leans closer.

“I think the least you could do is let someone take care of you for a change.” He whispers, making your cheeks grow warm. He studies you, a playful expression growing on his face as he realizes your flustered state. His hands leave the counter, massaging your plush thighs before they slide to your back, pulling you closer to him. You felt so small in his hands, but he still easily towered over you from your position on the counter. He ran his hands soothingly up and down your sides. You forced yourself to stifle the soft whine that threatened to leave you at the feeling of his strong hands against your body. “You're always so worried about taking care of everyone else. When was the last time someone did the same for you?”

Your heart slammed against your ribcage, your thoughts growing fuzzy as you began to feel like putty under III’s touch. “But–” he hushes you softly as you start to argue.

“You deserve to be spoiled.” He says softly, lifting his mask enough to kiss you. “I want to make sure that you are.” You let out a pleased sound as he pushes into you. Your hands roam over his chest; you groan at the feeling of his muscles tensing under your palm. This kiss with III felt different than the others you had shared. This one was noticeably more intense and needy than when you kissed him. His fingers massaged into your muscles as he desperately sought to have you any closer to him than you already were. His breathing was heavy when the two of you finally separated; you could feel the way his hands trembled slightly against your skin.

“What's wrong?” Worry is immediately prominent in your tone.

“Nothing, doll.” He responds gruffly. “It's just if I keep kissing you like that–” he trails off with a chuckle.

“Too bad it's not just the two of us.” You respond under your breath. III’s gaze snaps to you, unsure if he had heard you correctly or not at first. You glance up at him through your lashes, and III could have sworn in that moment his heart stopped. You lean up, placing a gentle kiss on his clothed lips. “Hopefully, that’s not the last time you kiss me like that.”

“Trust me, you don't have to worry about that.” He smiles in response.

“Are you two done in there or what?” You hear II call, “Did we really have that many dishes?”

You giggle, “We should get back to the others.” He chuckles, nodding his agreement.

You found yourself seated in Vessel’s lap; your legs stretched over IV’s legs as he held your hand, your feet resting comfortably in III’s lap as he made easy work of massaging away all the tension in your muscles. II sat on the floor in front of the couch, holding your free hand in his own and bringing your knuckles to his lips every so often. You had thrown on a movie, some mindless holiday comedy that everyone seemed content with. You leaned into Vessel’s chest, letting your head fall against his shoulder. He smiles at you, carefully reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear. “You less nervous now, love?” He asks softly.

“How could I be nervous? I have all of you within arms reach.” You giggle. He hugs you close, the two of you enjoying the chance to be so close to each other. Just as your eyes grew heavy, your apartment was plunged into complete darkness. “Shit.” You curse, attempting to hurry out of Vessel’s lap; you pause when he gently squeezes your hip.

“II.” He states simply.

“On it.” Before you could ask what was happening, a match was struck to life. But all the candles were on the other side of the apartment; there was no way he could have gotten over there–

“I'll get the stove started.” III stands, placing your feet in IV’s lap. “These two better do a good job of keeping you warm.” He chuckles, quickly pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he passes by.

You didn't have to lift a finger. Before you knew it, the wood stove was warming the living room, candles casting a soft orange glow over the entire space, and a mug of tea warming your hands as you sat sandwiched between IV and II on the couch. The night sped by as you found yourself playing card games, laughing to the point your sides hurt as you witnessed them bicker and repeatedly get caught trying to cheat. “I'm not counting cards!” II protests.

“You absolutely are!” III argues, “Don't think I can't see you counting on your hands!” II opens his mouth to respond, only for III to cut him off, “Disqualified! You are disqualified!” II groans, admitting defeat as he throws his cards on the table.

Vessel wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “You're looking a little tired, love.” You couldn't even attempt to argue as a yawn forces its way past your lips. “Let's call it a night.” He announced, helping you from the floor. “Goodnight.” Vessel leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Goodnight, Ves.” You smile, slipping into his arms for one final hug. You exchange your good nights with the others, reluctant to leave them even though you would only be in the next room. You could hear them all get settled as you lay in bed, your apartment eventually becoming deathly quiet once again. You lay there for what felt like hours, and it had only been about 20 minutes when you checked the time. You sigh, sitting up in bed. You stare at the door, debating whether any of them were still up. You toss back your covers and leave your bed, wincing slightly as the floorboards creak beneath your feet. You carefully crack open your bedroom door, glancing into the living room only to find Vessel still awake, reading a book under the low candlelight. “Everything alright, love?” He asks quietly. It took you a moment to respond, surprised that he realized you were there.

“I just can’t sleep.” You admit sheepishly, opening the door just wide enough to reveal yourself. He closes the book he was reading, setting it on the end table behind him.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He beckons you closer with a nod of his head. You carefully maneuver around the others, who had found a comfortable spot on the floor for the night. Vessel opens his arms for you, allowing you to crawl into his warm embrace. You cuddled into his chest, the heavy weight of his arms around your waist immediately lulling you into a new state of comfort as you melted into him. He tilts his head back; you swallow thickly as you realize just how nice it would feel to have your lips trail along the skin of his neck. You quickly shook the thought from your mind as he blew out the candle. “What’s troubling that pretty little head of yours, hm?” He purrs. You were finding it hard to concentrate. Vessel’s body was so warm every ache in your muscles simply seemed to vanish as you allowed your fingers to trail over his bare skin. He smelled of damp earth, musky incense, and the subtle sweetness of freshly cut flowers.

“Can I ask you something?” You whisper, looking up at him despite the fact you could barely make out the outline of his face.

“Of course.” He responds in the same quiet tone. He adjusts his position, hoisting you up higher on his chest to bring your face closer to his. “You can ask me anything you like, love.”

You could feel his lips brush against yours as he spoke; the feeling was enough to send a shiver up your spine. “Do you think about me?”

“Love, the image of you never leaves my mind.” You can’t help but smile at his response. “I can’t even begin to describe how special you are to me.” He carefully cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb trailing across your jaw. “I must not be doing a very good job as your boyfriend.” He jokes with a chuckle. “There’s got to be some way for me to prove how crazy I am about you.” The edge of his mask bumps against your cheek as he pushes it off his face. His hand carefully cradled your head, guiding your lips down to meet his. You could feel his heartbeat racing under your palm. He kissed you hesitantly at first, his whole body rigid as he waited to see how you would respond to such a bold gesture from him. He had kept you at arm’s length since he met you, not because he didn’t care about you. It was the exact opposite. If he wasn’t careful, Vessel felt he could easily find himself becoming infatuated with you, something that could cost him dearly if you ended up stabbing him in the back like so many others had in the past. Yet, over the time he had known you and the short time you had been together as partners, your affection for him never wavered. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as Vessel slid a hand under your shirt, his tough, calloused hands rough against your back. “There isn’t a second that passes by where I’m not thinking of you; the sound of your laugh, the way you smile, the way you seem to fit so perfectly in my arms; I am always thinking about you.” He confesses breathlessly against your lips. You let out a soft hum of approval as he crushes his lips against yours again, struggling to stay quiet but not wanting to risk waking the others. You felt like you would die if Vessel stopped kissing you. He groans at the feeling of your hands timidly wandering his body, shaky fingers tracing along the outlines of his muscles as your lips melded perfectly to his. He kissed you until there was physically no air left in his lungs. You struggle to steady your rapidly pounding heart. You rest your hand on the side of his face, gently trailing along the peak of his cheekbone. He caught your hand in his, startling you slightly at the abruptness. He brings your knuckles to his lips. “No matter how much I would like to keep kissing you, you should probably get some rest, love.” He says with a chuckle.

“Now, how is that fair?” You ask coyly, “You make me wait all this time to kiss you, and I only get to do it once?” He tilts your chin up with his thumb. You could feel him smile against your lips. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Your eyes flutter shut as you’re met with another euphoric kiss, “but you have to get some sleep.” You grumble out your reluctant agreement, placing one final chaste kiss on his lips before settling against his chest, your eyes feeling heavy as your adrenaline wears off.

You’re woken up the following morning by a knock at the door. You sit up, wiping away the sleep in your eyes as you try to make sense of your situation. You had fallen asleep in the living room last night after coming to see Vessel; you remembered that much. All four of them were already awake and much more alert than you were at the sudden disturbance. “Relax, I’m sure it’s just the plow guy or something.” You reassure them. You stand, shivering as all the warmth is rapidly stolen from your body. You unlocked your door, opening it just enough to peer outside. Your stomach dropped at seeing the police officer on the other side.

He greets you with a familiar smile, “Got a second to talk?”

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Vessel can be a lot. If it were up to him he would consume you entirely and then go right to sleep after. This man will not settle until you are pulled so closely into him that you almost become one being. Big on skin to skin contact. Just absolutely adores being able to feel you and your warmth completely against him. Expect every inch of your skin to be touched and held by him at some point before he’s even tired. He is so serious about this. Needs you to know how adored you are by him every second of the day, but this amplifies as he gets sleepy or relaxed. Can never truely believe that you’re his and he gets to share such quiet and intimate moments with you. The routine you share when preparing to lay down together. The fact he gets to lay with you at all is nothing less of a privilege to him. He feels beyond blessed every single time. He will press his entire face into the softest parts of your body and stay there. He’s found himself falling asleep lightyears quicker when he’s with you compared to when he’s sleeping alone. But he fights it. Every single time. He would rather throw himself into fire than miss being able to admire you for as long as possible, but the second he gets his hands on you his eyes are drooping and his head is heavy buried in your chest. His favourite part of napping with you is waking up afterwards. When you are both impossibly tangled up, so close you can’t tell where he ends and you start. When you’re warm and soft and still half asleep. No words are shared. But you say your hellos to each other by snuggling deeper and basking in the presence of the other.

II is secretly a cuddle bug. Really only lets himself succumb to it when he knows the two of you will not be interrupted. The doors are locked and the curtains are drawn and there’s not a soul on the planet that he will ever allow to get close enough to either of you during this time. Enjoys you close, and really enjoys when you fall asleep curled into him. He’d never admit it out loud but you’ve picked up on it, how he settles into the pillows when his arms are secured around you. How he manoeuvres your half asleep form around so your head is tucked under his chin. How he sleeps closest to the door of the bedroom. He only settles, truely settles, when he feels as if he’s protecting you. Always up long after you’ve fallen asleep. When you’re safely tucked underneath him. He lays awake for ages counting your breaths, studying your features, committing to memory how beautiful you are sound asleep with him. He falls asleep looking at you. But ii is extra cuddly in the morning. Especially when it’s cold. If you’re lucky enough to wake up before him, his hair is always an absolute mess and his face has ended up buried in your skin somewhere. He might wake up for a few minutes, when he allows himself to snuggle deeper, chasing your warmth and inevitably falling right back to sleep again. The world outside doesn’t exist to him when he’s in bed with you. His only concern being that you’re still there and warm and safe and secure with him. He lets you soak it up for as long as you can when he’s all soft and sleepy.

III completely refuses to sleep without you. He won’t do it. He does not care. Whether it be taking mid day naps, or if you’re out and about for the night without him. He will not sleep until you are next to him again. He can be stubborn when he wants to be, and he’s damn good at it too. Poor guy could be falling asleep standing up and he’d still force his eyes back open. He is just as clingy as Vessel is when it comes to you. Possibly even more so. His entire body is draped over your shoulder the whole way to the bedroom, face pressed into your neck and arms wrapped around you the entire time. When you finally get to the bed, it’s almost as if he’s forgotten his own height. He waits for you to settle in and then, quite literally, flops his whole body on top of yours. His face is pressed into you and his arms are around you and he’s out like a light immediately. He will not move. At all. The whole night. He will stay right there, as close to you as humanly possible, where he knows you can’t get up and leave either. He sleeps so deeply he will not wake up for anything, especially if he’s been unable to sleep for a little while, it’s like his brain can finally rest because you’re back in his arms again and it just completely switches off. His hands, if not around you, are holding onto you somehow. He likes burying a hand into your hair and pulling you closer to him. He’s all about closeness. All about contact. He’s very big on you two spending your time together. Whether he’s conscious for it or not. So long as your body is pressed against his, he’s happy. He will only move in the morning, after he’s woken up long enough, to shift you around and pull you on top of him. The weight of you on top of him is the best feeling in the morning. Loves watching you slowly wake up.

IV considers bed time to be the best part of the day. Crawling into bed with you after a long day, is something he can tell you he has become addicted to. He is big obsessed with you. The moment you pull those covers over yourself his hands are on you and he’s not letting go for anything. If you fall asleep before him, he absolutely lays awake and watches you for a while. He takes great comfort in being able to feel and see you next to him. His hands are under your shirt so he can feel your warm skin against his, and he’s conscious of every breath in and out of your lungs. Don’t you even think about trying to move away from him, he will trap you between his body and the mattress so you have nowhere to go don’t even test him. You do somehow get out of bed in the middle of the night? IV is following you through the house like a lost puppy. He could be in the deepest of sleeps but the second you’re not next to him anymore he’s up and awake in seconds. There’s been many times when he’s tried to blindly follow you through the dark while half asleep, ending up with big bruises on his body from running into the walls. Hold his hand and guide him back to bed. Be gentle with sleepy IV, he’s delicate. IV has attempted to wear your sleep shirt, with you still in it. The top stretched over his head as he slept quite peacefully with his head on your bare chest. Best sleep he had in ages. Will do it again.

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An Offering | ch. 1 |

Pairing: Sleep Token x Reader

Summary: Cryptid, inhuman beings have spent their whole lives in Eden serving their deity, Sleep. What happens when one day you show up and no one can figure out why Sleep has delivered you to them. Should you stay with them or will you do whatever it takes to find your way back home?

Warnings: mention of drowning, brief mentions of death. Slowburn. (Please let me know if I missed any tags.)

Word count: 3.6k

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iii has his red hair and hands because I feel like we moved on from that look way too fast.

Chapter One:

Why am I so cold you think to yourself. You’re beyond freezing to the point of it feeling like it is burning your skin. This is unlike anything you have ever felt before, the cold seeping into your very soul. All your other senses are numbed by the constant feeling of pins and needles stabbing into your skin. Every passing second only intensifies the agony.

It’s impossible to focus on anything, your thoughts are clouded, your mind moving so slow not yet grasping the situation you have found yourself in. Why is it so hard for you to think right now, your lungs are burning aching for oxygen, you don’t think you’ll be able to hold your breath for much longer. Your lungs fighting for air, that’s not coming.

You are going to die, you think to yourself in one of the worst ways you can possibly imagine. The thought of drowning forces your eyes to shoot open in a panic. You are suspended, floating weightlessly just beneath the surface, your arms hanging in front of you limply swaying in the water. Using what little energy you have, you look around as best as you can at your surroundings, there’s a bright light coming from above you from what you can only assume is the surface. All you have to do is make it and you’ll be out of this cold unending dark abyss. Willing your body to do something anything to save your life you try to swim to the surface.

Nothing you do seems to make a difference. Your body refuses to obey, and the realization hits: this is it. Your final moments, trapped in some unknown waters, in a place you can't even remember how you ended up. You feel yourself surrendering, smiling through the agony as your lungs burning for air at least you won’t have to suffer for much longer. Your eyes struggle to stay open as you feel yourself let go, as a last effort to save yourself your body forces you to take in a deep breath causing the water to fill your lungs.

Through your distorted vision, you watch as a hand stained with red paint breaks through the surface of the water. The hand reaches down into the abyss seemingly searching for something before eventually, their long fingers wrap around your floating hand pulling you out of the darkness and into their awaiting hold. Whispers of an unknown language fills your head but you’re no longer scared, oddly you feel at peace.

You're dragged above the surface of the water as what or whoever saved you wraps their arms around you putting your back against their chest as you both fall to the ground their warmth surrounding you. Your head lolls back against their shoulder the side of your cheek making contact with some kind of hard surface covering their face. Due to the blurriness still clouding your vision, you can’t make out any details except for a red aura covering the person's head making it look almost like a bright halo. As you succumb to the darkness the last thought that lingers in your head is at least now you won’t die alone.

Trying to act quickly iii places his index and middle finger underneath your jaw trying to find a heartbeat, panic filling his body as he feels your pulse becoming slower. Your unconscious body coughs as it tries to expel the water from your lungs, doing anything it can to try and save itself. iii immediately tries to help force the water out, using the gift given to him by Sleep, the salt water leaves your lungs pooling on the ground beside you both.

Slow staggering breaths leave you but at least you're still breathing even if it seems strained and painful. Iii delicately wipes his hand across your face removing all the water, bodily fluid, and hair that was sticking to your skin before letting out a relieved sigh. He was worried that he wasn’t going to be able to make it in time to save you. The moment he felt you appeared in his water, he started running to his sanctuary at that instant wanting to see what Sleep was bestowing upon him.

Worry began to consume him the longer it took to reach you as he could feel the life slowly leaving you, he is so relieved that he was able to make it just in time to pull you from the abyss. He is the only one of Sleep’s creations that is able to survive in the water, maybe that’s why you appeared there because Sleep knew he would be able to feel your presence there and save you though he will admit it was cutting it close.

It probably wouldn’t be good for you to travel right now, even though he could easily carry you through the garden to a more suitable shelter but for now, he supposes this will have to do. iii carefully turns your body so you're sitting sideways in his lap, before sliding one arm underneath your knees and the other around your shoulders curling your unconscious body to his chest as he stands. In his small sanctuary that he uses to connect with Sleep, he set up a stone table in the front of the cave that was usually reserved for offerings though in this instance iii doesn’t think that Sleep will mind if he lets you rest on it for a bit.

Once you were carefully positioned on the cold stone, he stepped back, his gaze lingering on your features. Goosebumps covering your exposed skin. The icy chill of the depths had already begun to take its toll—your lips started to take on a bluish hue. It dawned on him that leaving you there in soaking wet clothes is not the wisest decision. Perhaps he should try to find something dry for you to wear.

He let out a hum trying to think of what would be suitable for you to wear. iii and the other vessels didn’t exactly have a lot of options readily available to them, so an old ceremonial garb they used to wear for rituals would have to suffice. Kneeling down to the underside of the stone table, carefully folded with care laid four black robes with runes of worship inscribed down the thick fabric. Grabbing one of them, he stood, staring at your unconscious form, bathed in the soft light streaming through the opening of the cave and the narrow cracks in the ceiling. The sunlight made you look ethereal, as if you were a vision from another world.

iii hoped the sunlight would help warm you up a bit before you got sick, he wasn’t sure that he or any of the other vessels of Sleep were equipped to help someone who was ill-being as they do not have to worry about such things thanks to the way Sleep created each of his vessels. He just hopes that your nap and the sun will heal all wounds and illnesses you might have acquired since you’ve arrived here.

As iii gazes at your shivering form, a sense of urgency grips him. He knows he has to get you out of your wet clothes, but he’s torn, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. Yet, if he doesn’t act, the risk of you getting sick—or worse—looms overhead. Trying to maintain respect while still doing what’s necessary, he carefully peels off your soaked shirt, tossing it aside for later. Swiftly, he slips a robe over your head, covering you as gently as possible. He removes your shoes and socks-then, using the robe to shield your lower body, he begins to remove your pants, careful to preserve your dignity as he works.

Once you were in dry clothes, he grabs the pile of wet clothes he had previously discarded and placed them just outside the entrance of the cave on a rock so that hopefully the sun would dry them quicker for you to wear once again. Though it will probably take at least a day for your shoes to dry completely.

He walks back over to where you lay, sitting down in front of you resting his back against the table closing his eyes wanting to stay close to you in case something happens. The need to keep watch over you in your fragile state is at the forefront of his mind. Waiting for you to wake up iii hopes that you will have some answers for him about what Sleep’s purpose is for bringing you here to them.

He really wishes that Vessel was here, he was always good at understanding the purpose behind Sleep’s actions. There had to be a reason for you being here, nothing Sleep ever did, was meaningless. Just like how they all had a purpose for being there, created in their own specific ways that would be of the best use to Sleep and his plans, even if that meant they sometimes had to suffer because of it in the process. It wasn’t always easy being the way he was, constantly needing to come back to his sanctuary and submerge beneath the water just for the small amount of reprieve the feeling of the water gave him.

iii preferred not to dwell on how everything had unfolded, as it only left him with more questions than answers. Hopefully, when you wake up, you can help him understand your purpose here. If he hadn’t arrived when he did, there was a good chance you would have drowned- though some part of him knows that Sleep wouldn’t have allowed that to happen, maybe to save you Sleep would have made you like him. In Eden, being a siren wasn’t exactly easy, but he supposed there were some benefits to it. Without his connection to the water, he might never have sensed you flailing beneath the surface of the abyss. Maybe Sleep had sent you to him as a reward for all his hard work—but what about the others? They have been just as devoted, sometimes even more so. With a sigh, he decided to stop overthinking and worrying about it until he was able to talk with Vessel. He would wait until you woke up, hoping that you could offer some insight into what was really going on. —--—————————— Am I dead? you wonder. No, if I were dead, I don’t think I’d feel like this. Isn’t heaven supposed to be pain-free or something? Unless I’m in… no, it’s too cold here. Your head was pounding, every part of your body ached feeling heavy and numb at the same time, and with every labored breath you took feels, as if it’s tearing your throat open.

You open your eyes squinting in the dark trying to make out your surroundings with difficulty. The neverending throbbing of your head not helping you in the slightest. Looking out through the entrance of the cave or whatever it is you find yourself in, you notice it is a lot brighter outside than it should be considering that it is in the middle of the night. The light from the moon illuminated almost everything in the cave, an uneasy feeling forms in the pit of your stomach this place doesn’t feel right, unnatural almost.

As you slowly sit up on the cold stone you were lying on, groaning at the dull pain coursing throughout your body made even more apparent by the movement. Wondering quietly to yourself where the hell you ended up, not remembering much after waking up in freezing cold waters. You look down at yourself realizing you are not in the same clothes you were in earlier you grab the sleeves of the material rubbing your thumb over the soft fabric furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“I didn't want you to get sick so I had to change you out of the wet clothes and that is all we had.” A voice from below where you sat said causing you to let out a small scream pushing yourself back as far as the table would let you go pressing your back against the moss-covered wall. The owner of the voice stood casting an ominous shadow over your cowering form.

The person, if you could even call them that, threw their red painted hands up in front of them trying to placate you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” said the man. Now in the moonlight, you could see him more clearly, his hair was blood red, a golden mask that looked like it was burnt or melting on the lower half of his face where his mouth would be. The mask he wears has the same symbol etched in the middle as the robes you now wear. His shirt was covered in swirling intricate designs paired with thick black pants.

Fear and adrenaline now coursing through your veins, your heart is pounding so hard you think this man in front of you can probably hear it and by the tilting of his head, you are led to believe that he most definitely can.

“Where am I? Who are you?” you croak out, your voice sounding hoarse each word feeling as if it was causing your throat to bleed. Everything about the situation you find yourself in overwhelming you immensely tears start brimming in your eyes waiting to fall.

iii takes a step back trying to put more distance between you both, hoping that it will make you less scared and allow you to calm down a little. He can practically taste the fear pouring off you in waves at this point, not liking the feeling as it was starting to make him nauseous.

“I am iii. Do you remember how you got here? I found you in there.” he says pointing towards the huge gaping hole of water that looks ten times more menacing in the dark with nothing but the moonlight illuminating it.

His question throws you off causing you to try and remember anything, how I got here? How did I get here? You try to think back to before waking up in the cold seemingly endless abyss in front of you. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t think of anything, not your friends, family, or your job. Nothing about your life was coming to mind, it was like someone or something was blurring them out only the sense of hopelessness and sadness filled your mind.

Looking into the iii’s eyes you slowly shake your head as he lowers his hands letting them hang by his side. Again you ask him, “Where am I?”

He wished that he had water or something for you to drink to help soothe your aching throat, but at the moment the only option was the salt water from the abyss and he highly doubted that it would be of any help to you.

“We have come to call this place Eden.”

Your eyebrows raise in disbelief. Eden? As in the Garden of Eden from the Bible? Oh my god, you think to yourself, I’ve been kidnapped by some sort of cult, and they’re going to sacrifice me. You lean forward, burying your head in your hands. This is a nightmare, this isn’t real, it’s got to be a joke. You have no idea where you are or how you ended up here almost drowning. Looking at the man standing before you wearing the strange mask, painted with unsettling runes, insisting that you’re in the Garden of Eden, if this is a joke it’s an elaborate, one you’ll give it that. Maybe if you play along, you can figure out a way to escape, find help, or at the very least make sense of this twisted situation.

Pulling your head from your hands you make eye contact with the man, you now know as iii, who is already staring at you curiously from where he still stands a few steps away from the stone table.

“Okay.” you say slowly, “do you by any chance know how I can get back home from here?”

iii stands up straight at your question, he has never once thought about leaving this place. Why would he, Sleep created it for him and the others to stay and devote themselves wholly to Him. And if Sleep brought you here, then this must be where you are meant to be. You are probably just confused and don’t realize it yet. He just needs to take you to Vessel and explain things to him and then Vessel can help figure this all out. Now with a plan in mind, iii slowly walks closer to you and extends his hand out to you.

“Come with me and we can figure this all out together.”

You glance from his outstretched hand to his eyes trying to see any form of danger or deception but finding nothing but a pleading hopeful expression. You slowly place your hand in his as he helps you down off the stone table leading you towards the entrance to the cave.

Once you both reach the opening of the cave, he lets go of your hand pointing towards the rock where your now dry clothes sit.

He turns to look down at you, “You can get changed back into your clothes if you want. Wait here don’t move until I come back.” he says before jogging off into the trees before you can say anything in return.

You cautiously walk over to your clothes, picking up your pants you put them back on feeling better now that you are not as exposed. Picking up your shirt, you pause the shirt you were wearing was thin not the best option for the hike you were probably about to have to take through this garden. Plus the robe you wore was warm and one of the softest pieces of clothing you think you’ve ever worn. So, you decide to just keep the robe on instead hoping iii wouldn’t mind your decision.

Your socks have long since dried but you cannot say the same for your shoes. At this point you think they might be ruined forever, picking one up and squeezing it in your hold water pours out of your shoes, letting out a defeated sigh you toss the shoe back to the ground opting instead to just put your socks on as it was better than nothing you supposed.

You look in the direction iii went this could be my only chance you think to yourself, I could make a run for it. The pounding of your head and the ache in your limbs stops you, no I am in no shape to be running away right now. Plus, I don’t think I would be able to make it very far before he gets back, he knows this area way better than I do right now. And if he sees that I tried to run away it might make things worse for me in the long run, so it is probably better to try and gain his trust and think of a better plan.

Sitting back on the large rock you finally have a chance to catch your breath and look around properly at your environment. This place is beautiful you think to yourself, the plant life here giving off a phosphorescence glow in the moonlight. The flowers here are absolutely breathtaking, with soothing shades of pink and red everywhere you can see. In the back of your mind you actually began to wonder if this place was in fact Eden, the plants and environment was something you have never seen before.

The sound of footsteps breaks you out of your thoughts, looking to find the source of the sounds you see iii emerging from the bushes carefully holding a large leaf cupped in his hands. Cautious of his movements he stops in front of you extending the leaf out towards you.

“Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

You wearily eye the leaf before you that is filled with a light pink translucent liquid, looking back up to iii suspicion evident on your face. iii realizing that you are not fully trusting of him yet, brings the leaf up to his mouth taking a small sip to show you that it is okay to drink. Once done with his sip he brings the leaf back in front of you extending it closer to your face. You wait looking at him for any signs of the liquid affecting him and seeing none you slowly lean forward bringing your lips to the leaf and letting him pour the contents into your mouth.

The liquid was sweet and refreshing, the feeling of the cool liquid running down your throat helped ease the burning immensely. The throbbing of your head and ache in your body slowly started to dissipate the more you drank. Once you drank the last little bit, iii pulled the leaf away before tossing it to the side.

“Do you feel better?” He asked curiously tilting his head to the side waiting for your response.

Clearing your throat, “Yes, thank you.” Your voice sounded like your own now, no longer sounding strained or hurting with every word you spoke. You raised your hand up to your throat rubbing it confused wondering what the mysterious liquid you just consumed was.

Feeling pleased with himself that the sap actually worked in making you feel better, iii clapped his hands together in front of him in satisfaction. “We should get going and find Vessel before the effects wear off. He will know how to help you.”

You stand up next to iii nodding your head following his lead deeper into the garden. You are just hoping that this Vessel person will know how to help you get out of here and go back home. This place was really starting to mess with your head.

[skellyflowers]

More Sleep Token Headcannons

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

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

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

Has a pet ball python 

II teaches you drum basics.

Named all of his symbols. 

Taps beats on your hands.

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

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

Hair dying sessions.

Let's you pick his concert outfits.

MATCHING CHECKER SOCKS!

IV takes guitar lessons very seriously. 

Wants you to sit in his lap during lessons.

Give him a hand message.

Will wave if you two suddenly make eye contact.

[subatomiccherry]

Autumn Leaves; Ancient Canopies

the long awaited mountain trail meet-cute! Hopefully this turned out well <3

Pairings: Sleep Token x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, nothing truly explicit tho

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There was something about the pure feeling of nature, just walking along the length of the forest, admiring the trees and small flowers that grew along the path. It was blissfully quiet most day, not many people frequented this forgotten trail that you had found on a whim one day. There was something different about this place… maybe it was the long vines of ivy that covered a majority of the canopy, casting dark shadows over the foliage, a cool reprieve from the unforgiving summer sun. Or maybe it was the deer that you would see sometimes? Standing unnaturally still, watching with unblinking ebony eyes as you walked gingerly, afraid of startling them with your footfalls. Or maybe it was the way that you never saw anyone else walking this trail, or the way that people shot you skeptical glances when you tried to explain where it was… but oh well. It was your own little slice of paradise.

Vessel: It was his soft voice, cutting through the birdsong and wind, that first alerted you to his presence. He was walking the opposite way of the trail, coming towards you as you walked towards him, awkwardly shuffling to the side to make room for him to pass. He had stopped singing when he had noticed you, pulling his hood farther over his head, casting his face into shadow. "You sound fantastic." you smiled, nodding your head at him as he passed by. He didn't say anything, just a subtle nod of his head, so small you could've almost missed it.

You both met a few more times like this, hearing him before you saw him, him stopping his singing as soon as he sees you. Eventually, you have the courage to compliment him on his choice of song for the day. He brightens up when you recognize it, and that opens the gateway for y'all to start talking.

Vessel finds enjoyment in pointing out different plant and animal species that your gaze normally skips over. Yes, he knows all the scientific names.

He enjoys holding your hand as you both walk, running his thumb over your knuckles and admiring your skin. Its a sense of comfort for him, to know that you're right there next to him.

You're able to turn your brain off when you walk with him, knowing that he would keep you from walking into poison ivy or straying too far from the path. You are so utterly safe with him.

Loves you gently, and violently. When y'all are walking and talking, he's all smiles and soft touches, but when you kiss him for the first time, he almost loses it then and there. Sharp canines digging into your bottom lip, pressing kisses down your chin, your neck, any part of your skin he can reach. He intends to draw blood, to mark you as his for everyone to see.

II: It's rare to see him walking without that taller man by his side. He stumbled the first time he saw you, shooting glances at Vessel as if he would know why you're there. Vessel just shrugs. To be honest, his demeanor unnerves you, his hard gaze and the tense way he sets his shoulders whenever you go walking past them. The first time you saw him walking by himself, you almost jumped off the path to hide behind bushes until he passed. Almost.

Blunt in his way of speaking. he can almost come off rude sometimes, until you learn to read his expressions and what he truly means under his words. He's a mother hen, you realize after the 3rd time you run into him by yourself. he shoves a small backpack into your hands, grumbling about how you'll pass out without water before speed-walking away.

Acts of service really do it for him, he adores when you beat him to the punch on taking care of something. You brought an extra water bottle for him when his ran out? Surprising him with a pair of sunglasses when the sky is too bright for his baby blues? Oh he's down bad.

He's fine standing, but sitting? Stillness is impossible. If he's sitting down, he's practically vibrating in his seat, fingers tapping and legs bouncing. A pavlovian reaction to being sat at his drums a majority of the time. I think he would get random bursts of adrenaline, his heart just starts pounding and he just needs to move

Despite how resounding and intense he can get with his drums, i think he can get startled or spooked pretty easily. It can be tricky, he's very attuned to vibrations around him but if you're light-footed enough, or play it off well, you can get him. It's a shock the first time you inadvertently do, watching him jump a good foot in the air and letting out a yelp. (You'll definitely pay for it later)

Show this man some love i beg of you. He spends all his time taking care of other people, i imagine he would melt once you get your hands on him. Gentle at first, exploring fingers, seeing what spots get the most reactions out of him. Take care of him first, and he'll double the return. He's fast, sending your head spinning with how he seems to be in multiple places in once with your body. Drumming for as long as he has makes him a god at multitasking.

III: Like Vessel, you definitely heard him before you saw him. His voice was jovial, riffs spilling from his lips and arms miming his bass playing as he clambered over rock piles without a care. He startled when he noticed you watching him, losing his balance and falling from his perch with a shout.

The majority of yall's first meeting is sitting with him while waiting for the ambulance to cart him and his broken ankle off to the hospital. Endless apologizing from you until he quips that you can take him out on a date to make up for it.

He enjoys showing you all the rocky outcroppings and the best hidey holes carved away by weather and time. (you know those cave diver memes on tiktok? yeah)

Enjoys teasing you when you cant jump between the rocks like he can with his long ass legs. Is the type to laugh at you if you fall and then checks to see if you're okay.

So. much. energy. Will run up and down the trail, bringing things back for you to look at like an excited child. you will go home with your pockets bulging from all the cool rocks or acorns that he gifted you with that wide grin on his face.

Handsy, lives for teasing you with fleeting touches or a searing kiss before getting "distracted" and bouncing off to look at another snail or something. Keeps this up the entire time until y'all get to said rocky overhangs. He presses you up against the stone, all teeth and wandering hands. Big on whispering into your ear, pressing his hand against your mouth to muffle your sounds in case anyone is nearby. (No one is, he just likes seeing your eyes roll back in lieu of speaking)

IV: You hadn't expected it to get dark so fast when you had started your hike. it had been a shitty day at work and all you had wanted to do was make it to the peak and just sit for a while to decompress. You didn't see him until you literally slammed into his back, leaping back with a startled scream. After some convincing that he wasn't a serial killer hiding in the woods, he walked you back to your car, wanting to make sure that you made it back safely.

Literal embodiment of: "looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll" (but can definitely still kill you)

I can see him keeping to himself at first, unsure of what to talk about with you. But i think he would love debating with you about random subjects. The thrill of the debate gets him amped up and out of his shell, gesturing animatedly, eyes lighting up as he rants about how cereal is a soup, thank you very much.

Enjoy the soft moments with him! Sitting on a bench at the peak of the mountain, with him pointing out constellations to you. The air is cold up here, so he wraps you in his leather jacket and does that movie theater "yawn + stretch = arm around the shoulder" thing. Laughs when you call him out, telling him he's cheesy.

Starlight filters around you both, an ethereal moment as you gaze at each other. He goes in to kiss you but its dark and he misses, kissing your eyelid instead. You laugh and he grumbles good-naturedly before gently holding your face in his hands to kiss you properly.

Enjoys manhandling you, pulling you to straddle his lap like you weigh nothing. ( Big shouldered man with thick thighs AMEN ) Hands gripping your hips, his grip is strong. Likes to make you beg for it, not letting you move at all until he deems you desperate enough.

[eepwriting]

Requests open? Mind demons submitted!

IV facefucking you (not a drop spilled we swallow his cum like a gift from Sleep 🙏) in the green room + lots of praise

but as the gentleman he is, he returns the favor and fucks you, finishing inside (he can't risk making a mess)

and because he can't have you making too much noise his fingers are in your mouth - licking, sucking, biting everything is permitted as long as you stay quiet since he doesn't really want someone to walk in, intrigued by the noise although both of you enjoy the thrill of that possibility

Love,

thigh anon

No Mess ✶ IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, public sex?, rough oral (m receiving), light spanking, biting?, intercourse, finger sucking

THIGH ANON I’ve missed you on my little break! This ask is…very nice

!! mdni !!

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The end of the tour was near and you were ready for it to be over. Of course, you loved tagging along and were ever so grateful that iv had asked you to join, but living on the road was not for the weak. Not being able to sleep in your own bed, be in your own space, on your own time was definitely taking a toll on you. Also on your relationship.

There was practically zero time to be alone with iv and even if, he was exhausted. Time change, playing back to back shows, it took a lot out of him and you didn’t want to make it worse by worrying him with your wants, or more so, desires.

Only you wish he’d just snap. Rush you off to some room and let out the pent up need you knew he had. He was not one to display copious amount of affection out in the open. He knew the other guys and crew wouldn’t mind, but he liked to keep the intimate aspects of your relationship between the two of you. Meaning, you got by with small kisses and hugs when he was feeling comfortable and a few short lived make out sessions that had your mind wandering for days after.

You really didn’t know how much longer you could wait.

“You have over an hour and everything is ready to go. It won’t take long and you know it.” You give iv a knowing look and tug on the sleeve of his button up.

You told yourself you wouldn’t pester him but you needed this.

You hear him chuckle softly as he turns to look at you. “And what? Fuck you in the green room? Despite there being a very high chance of us getting caught?” He keeps his voice low and steps closer to you. His hands grip your hips and lightly squeeze.

The thought warms your cheeks and neck, a pale pink surely staining your face. You shrug, “Sounds kind of fun, doesn’t it?”

You swear you can see the thoughts tumbling around in his head. He takes a deep breath and keeps his eyes fixed on yours for a short while before grabbing your hand. He walks quickly to the nearest green room. Thank god this venue provided two for the entire crew. The group tended to occupy one with a few lingering belongings and equipment stored in the other.

IV doesn’t seem to care anymore about sneaking off together. Nodding at a few crew members in passing, not even checking his surroundings before opening the door and pulling you inside. See, you knew he was as ready as you were. Your little suggestion had worked.

“C’mere, please.” It’s mumbled as he rips the cloth mask from his face, stuffing it into his back pocket. Warm hands pull at your hips until you’re flush against him. His fingertips slip under the hem of your shirt, dancing over your skin. His nose bumps your own before he presses his mouth to yours. The almost instinctive whine from you, muffled by his mouth, makes him smile against your lips. Teeth clashing ever so slightly before both his hands cup the sides of your face. The almost skin tight button up he’s wearing has your mind racing as your hands roam his back, feeling the muscles tighten as he moves. It’s his turn to whine when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, your fingers pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck.

You don’t even realize you’ve moved until you feel soft cushions hit the back of your legs, his hands pushing lightly at your shoulders to get you to sit. The clearly loved couch has you sinking deep into the seat while iv stays standing in front of you. His eyes are glazed over as he looks down at you, his hands massaging over your scalp. It’s hard to neglect the evident bulge in front of your face. Practically has your mouth watering. Your hands rub along his thighs while your nose bumps his covered cock before you press an open mouth kiss to the fabric. He tugs at your hair, forcing you to look up. “Not that I don’t love the teasing, but we don’t have a lot of time.” You want to pout up at him, but sadly he was right.

He takes the liberty of unfastening his belt, popping the button on his dress pants and tugging the zipper down. You take over, hurriedly tugging the pants halfway down his thighs. You don’t even get a chance to admire his pretty cock before he’s tapping the tip on your lips. You wish you caught a recording of his moan when you fully open your mouth. It’s so long and breathy, ticking up an octave when you wrap your lips around him and press your tongue tight against the underside of his cock. “Shit, I’ve missed your pretty mouth.” He pulls his hips back, using both his hands to steady your head as he snaps them forward again. “Always feels s’fuckin’ good.” You watch him squeeze his eyes shut and let his head fall back on his shoulders.

Your fingernails dig into his thighs when he picks up the pace, the head of his cock prodding the back of your throat every time he thrusts into your mouth. You can’t help but gag, evoking a deep chuckle from the man above you. He huffs and abruptly pulls his cock from your mouth. It’s like he’s in a trance watching himself smear his spit covered length across your lips and cheeks. Brows furrowed when your tongue sneaks out to swirl around the tip. “Just let me..” he forces your mouth open again, hips moving somehow faster than before. “Gotta fuckin cum in that pretty mouth, shit..please.”

You’ve truly never seen him this desperate. This close to cumming in such little time.

You have to force your gag reflex away, your eyes watering, spit dripping down your chin. You’re sure you’ll choke when you hear his fast paced, high pitched whines. When you watch his hips stutter and lose rhythm. When you feel his hands push against the back your head and taste the slightly salty cum at the back of your tongue. Your mouth is so full it almost makes you panic. “Swallow….swallow it all, baby, holy shit.”

You somehow manage to keep a tight seal on him as he pulls out of your mouth, effectively getting every last drop of him in the process. You’re too worked up to even cringe at the taste and swallow, proudly sticking out your tongue for iv to see. He breathily chuckles at you before leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your mouth. “Too much?” He asks while wiping away the tears on your cheeks. You shake your head side to side, afraid your voice will come out scratchy. He nods before leaning in again, with a surprisingly tender kiss now. “Only need…5 minutes..then…gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He talks against your lips, pausing to lick into your mouth between words. You can’t help but pull away to laugh, causing a toothy grin to spread across his face.

He ties you over until then with open mouth kisses on your neck and jaw while his hands grope on your thighs, sides, chest, anywhere he can reach.

It’s hard to keep the shy giggle in when he pulls you to stand, spins you around and manhandles you into position on the couch. Your knees dig into the seat cushions, your chest pressed up against the back of the couch. Impatient hands work to free your bottoms, a quiet but satisfied groan coming from iv when he gets his hands on the newly revealed skin. You crane your neck to look at him, feeling somewhat proud at the reaction you’re receiving from him. He lightly swats at your ass before roughly groping over your skin.

“Love..please.” You whine and push your hips back against him. It doesn’t help when his still hard cock brushes against where you need him most, and he does nothing to stop you from grinding back against his hips. “I know..I know, I got you.” He’s solely focused on pushing the head of his cock against you, prodding you open.

You could cry when he finally lets his tip sink fully into you. You could also cry when he repeatedly does this, never giving you more than that. After a while you let out a frustrated cry, reaching back to squeeze his hand on your hip. “I said please.. what happened to having no time?” You try to push back but his hands keep a tight grip on your hips to keep you in place.

“Look at me.” He has a slight smirk on his face when you turn back. It disappears slowly as he finally lets his hips fall forward, pushing into you entirely. You try to watch him to whole time but it all becomes too much. Your eyes close, your cheek rests against the couch cushions, head lolling off the back slightly.

He gives you a moment, affectionately rubbing the sides of your thighs. After all, it had been a while. He’s slow to retreat and thrust forward again, surely laser focused on watching himself disappear into you.

There’s little to no sound from you, maybe a slight whine, because it was like your breath had been knocked out of you. It’s not until he picks up the pace that a full fledged moan catches you off guard. You barely hear the shushing sound from iv, too focused on drinking in the pleasure. He allows you to let out one or two more whines before slowing his pace. He raises a foot to rest beside your knee, giving him a better angle to press his chest against your back. His voice is hushed against the side of your face, goosebumps rising on your skin from the slight tickle of his mouth on your ear. “Shh, baby. You want people to hear us?” He gives in to a particularly deep thrust, only feeling better at this new angle. “Hm?” He waits for an answer, kissing the ridge of your ear. He lets out a shaky breath when he feels you clench around him, the mere thought of being caught clearly exciting you. “Oh, you’d like that, huh?”

You can only muster a quiet whine and a nod. “Move..please move.” You can feel him smirk against the side of your face, leaving another kiss there before he’s moving his hips again. Slower than you’d like but you’d be grateful for anything right now. The effort to contain your noises is short lived and at this point being quiet is truly the last thing on your mind. You feel his chest flush against your back again, hearing a low hum in your ear once again. “I know, baby, I know but what did I just say?” One of his hands sneaks up and under you to reach your jaw, with a somewhat tight grip to get his point across.

“We don’t want..people to hear.” You’re almost amazed at the full sentence you can get out. IV’s still drilling into you, hitting every mind numbing spot in the process. “Mhm, good job. Will this help a little?” His fingers on your jaw move up to brush against your mouth. It’s already halfway open, giving him easy access to slip the tips of his fingers in. You gladly accept, moving your face forward to take in more. Tongue licking over the two digits while you hum, closing your mouth around them. This earns you another swat on this ass and an even faster pace from iv’s thrusts. “Yeah..see? So much better. So good for me.” He wraps his arm around your waist, hunched over you completely as he fucks into like it’s the last time he’d ever get to.

The fingers in your mouth definitely help. Opting to suck on them instead of crying out. Biting down when it all becomes too much. He hisses every time your teeth dig in, followed shortly by a low hum when you swirl your tongue to ease the sting.

It takes one final thrust, fully bottomed out and a final push of the fingers deeper into your mouth to finally push you over the edge. The release makes your cheeks numb, your fingers claw into the couch, your moving hips still, too overwhelmed to keep up your movements. The spasms and clenching around iv’s cock help him follow shortly after you. He hides his head in the crook of your neck, arm still in a vice grip around you as he grinds against you. You’re sad to hear only muffled whines but the feel of his teeth on your shoulder let you know he’s feeling just as good as you are.

Once he’s caught his breath enough, he’s slow to unwrap himself from around you, pulling his now pruned fingers from your mouth. You look back to watch him drag himself out of you, his mouth hung open slightly while he watches the two of you disconnect. You can feel the rush of cum about to drip down your legs and try to close them, but iv’s too quick to yank your bottoms back up.

“No mess. We weren’t even here.” He’s got that same smirk on his face again. Your mouth opens in disbelief, already feeling the discomfort of wetness between your thighs.

He helps you to stand before straightening his own clothes, fishing his mask out of his pocket and pulling it over his face. “And look at the time. I’ve still got 20 minutes to paint my hands.” He wiggles his fingers in front of your face before leaning down to kiss your forehead, spins on his heels and sneaks out into the hallway.

You’re left fully satisfied, dazed with shaky legs but ever so grateful that he finally snapped.

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End a fic in a not cringey way??? Not me

This fic has got me thinking…meaning there MIGHT be more than one fic every couple months 😭

I’m truly sorry I’ve been mia but I appreciate all of you that have stuck with me 🤍

K. Bye bye.

[daddyhausen]

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「 PART TWO 」

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「 IV MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — it was supposed to be a simple convenience store run, once iv caught a glimpse of the pretty clerk behind the desk , he was infatuated

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ], stalking obsession, male masturbation, cumshots, sexual fantasies

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x iv

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 3:30 AM 」

iv’s eyelids grow heavy as the hours ticked by, his sleep stifled in feeble attempts just to try and stay awake. the simple convenience store he stands before seems so barren in comparison to earlier when he passed it by, no bustling customers, mother’s with groceries, small children clinging to their arms with their own piles of sweets and assorted junk foods, not even the old man down the road, whom he saw quickly dart in for a pack of smokes and a few lottery tickets.

it is too quiet, even for his liking. at this hour, normally he’d see a few drunks spread out here and there buying a quick snack to help them sober up before stumbling back out the door with very minimal interaction on both recipient and server. the layover between shows was only a week, and even in the few hours he’s been here he’s already noticed these things. the emptiness feels sinister almost, like an ever looming hand hovering just above his shoulder, not touching, just out of reach.

the soft chime of the bell brings iv out of his thoughts momentarily, the door opens, the bell falling back into place with a gentle ring. he steps inside, the cool august air fading, his bones instantly warmed from the heater inside. a hoodie covering his features, practically engulfing him in the oversized material. his face obscured by a mask, as always. a simple black balaclava with some the bands sigel etched on the front. he finds the idea of wearing the mask in public a bit redundant since the mask itself was more identifiable than his bare face, however, vessel, ever the worrier, insists on it. he gives a soft glance in the direction of the registers, eyeing a pretty little thing behind the counter, before making his way to the drink fridges.

he notices how your eyes widen subtly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. he sees how your hand rests beneath the counter, such dainty little fingers tapping at the steel of the countertop, an irritating clanking of fingernails against the metal. poor nervous thing. how cute.

“sir?” you speak up, your voice barely above a squeak. “you need to take off your mask”.

he simply opens the drink fridge, grabbing a slab of water bottles, turning to face you.

“is that a requirement here?”

he didn’t even notice the sign above the door that clearly states to remove all head coverings.

“i mean you just can’t walked into a convenience store wearing a mask, i might think you’re gonna rob the place”

“fine” he softly mutters, pulling up the balaclava just past his mouth, the fabric resting on the bridge of his nose. revealing a sharp jawline and soft pouty lips shaped into a scowl.

“happy?”

his remark is spiteful and sarcastic as he places the slab of water bottles on the counter.

“i suppose you’re gonna charge me a convenience fee for the mask?” his words are still monotone. a joke.

“be thankful that i didn’t call the cops on you”

a small scoff left his lips at the mention of the faux threat, thick fingers appearing from beneath the worn leather of a black glove, resting on his chin, softly scratching the brunette stubble of his beard. his tongue subtly parting his lips, your eyes falling to stare almost instinctively down at the appendage as it swipes across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly.

“lucky me, i guess”

his words rumble low in his chest, a deep hum that murmurs low as they leave his lips. he stares for a moment, as if he were studying your appearance. from the way your eyes flutter softly with small blinks, the way your eyelashes batt against the apples of your cheeks, to the way your nose scrunches from the chill of the spring air each time the door to your store opens. your lips and the way they puff and pout subconsciously or the way they part slightly each time he’d talk, as if you are about to swallow his words no matter how brief his sentences are. oh god, he wishes those lips could part around other things. his eyes follow the length of your arm, from your dainty, dandelion-painted fingernails, to smooth silky hands, one’s that wrap tightly, almost anxiously around the scanner as you scan the slabs of water. to your shoulders, he could just invision the bite marks he’d leave, etched into pristine skin, these thoughts continue the further his eyes travel, to your clavicle and finally, your breasts, hidden beneath a neat blouse, his eyes only linger for a moment not to rouse suspicion, although he could not help but let his mind wander, envisioning just how gorgeous those perky, supple breasts would look free from the restraists of the fabric, nipples pebbled over with arousal, boucing as he slams his girthy cock into you. he draws his eyes away after a minute or so.

“so if you’re not here to rob me, what are you doing in town, i havent seen you around before, you new here?”

your questions are probing, invasive to iv’s ears. good. you did not mention his obvious staring, either you knew and didnt mention it out of embarrassment or that pretty little head of yours was filled with nothing but air. in a way he liked the latter, easier to toy with, easier to corrupt and full with nothing but thoughts of his cock, how perfect.

“do you expect every person who comes here is gonna rob you?”

iv cocks an eyebrow inqusitively at your questioning, eyelids slowly blinking as he gazed upon your throat, how it constricts with a small, anxious gulp, he can envision his hand wrapping around it, constricting your airway until you succumb to pleasure.

“you can’t expect nothing more in a town like this”

iv gives a soft nod, pursing his lips with a small hum in response, he hadn’t taken notice of it before but the store itself is kept moderately well, aside from a few straps of duct tape keeping the cracks in the windows sealed, and the lightbulb above the counter that flickers on and off every so often, the colour a muddy yellow, subdueing you beauty each time it would darken. in comparison to the shithole of a town outside, it is paradise, simply because of you.

“i’m in a band” he finally admits

the answer is short, closed off. your eyes widen in excitement, he’s mentally preparing himself for another round of questioning.

“ooh, go on tell, what band?”

he finds your reaction endearing, despite his own reservations he remains hesitant to say anything further.

“you wouldn’t know…” his response is standoffish, you take the hint and back off questioning him for now.

you round up his change silently, the price appearing on the small screen of the register. albeit he does feel bad about the way he responded, in the back of his head he knows he can’t get too close to you. despite every nerve in his body yearning to fuck you senseless over the counter top. his cock throbbing behind the confines of his jeans.

“sorry…” he mutters, noticing the subtle sombre expression across those perfect, pouty lips. he pulls out his card to pay, gathering the slabs of water in his arms.

“it’s alright, not that it matters, i never got time to go to shows anyway”

iv’s lips pout against the fabric of his mask, poor pretty thing. you’re working yourself to the bone it seems. he observes, even under the piss coloured lighting, beneath the most stunning set of eyes lays dark circles, your posture not as perfect as it should be, your shoulders slump forward, almost nodding off where you stand. iv couldn’t help but think that you are in need of a rest, and who a better man than himself to give you a nice rough fucking until you fall asleep on his chest, his cock stufffed deep in your cunt, half-hard as you clench around him.

iv shakes the thoughts from his head momentarily. it is something he’s gonna have to deal with back at the hotel.

“how long you in town for?” you ask. diverging the conversation, breaking the awkward silence that built between you two.

“about a week”

you respond with a simple nod, lips curling into a small subtle smile.

“see you around then”

“yeah.”

iv watched on as you disappear into the back room, his eyes dancing over your frame, adoring the sway of your hips, the round of your ass as she escapes from his vision, his cock hardens, throbbing with insatiable desire. god, if he stares any longer he is sure to ruin his boxers. he peers up to the security feed, the small tv mounted upon the wall, spit into four different screens, once of each corner of the convenience store, and the bottom left, one of the back room, which he assumes is the storage facility. he can see you, he stares, watching you dart back and forth, a lot of monotonous work still needing to be done. he can’t help himself, he grabs his phone from his front pocket, quickly snapping a pic of you in the security feed.

it was not much, the picture is grainy and blurry. he can just make out your figure, but it is enough. it has to be. then again, any semblance of you would help. his balls feel heavy down-weighed with litres of cum he needed to spill. he grabs the water, quickly darting out of the convenience store before he would start to rub one out where he stood.

the walk back to the hotel was suppose to be quick, only five minutes or so away, yet, with the throb of his cock, each step felt like half, his body feels heavy, an eternity scaped out over the course of a few minutes. all he could think about was you, the pretty little slut behind the counter, spending your days all by your lonesome in the store. he wonders how many times you’ve gotten so needy that you just would rub one out whenever there were no customers, slender fingers tracing around that aching, swollen clit, pumping deep into that meaty pussy of yours. God, it was driving him insane. his cock aches, only wishing to be buried deep in any hole you’d allow him into.

even more so as he fumbles with the key card, the damn thing slipping through his fingers and back into his pockets more than once.

“fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath, his breathing itself becoming laboured, warm against the fabric of his mask. arousal swelling in his pants, cock throbbing with thick pulses. by the gods he is desprate. every time he blinks, a vision of you behind his eyelids, each one in a different, more exposed state of undress until you were bare before him. the key card clicks, a chime ringing through the hallway as the door opens. iv practically stumbles inside, an awaiting iii lounging idly on the bed furthest from the door. his head lazily peering up to meet iv’s frazzled state.

iii put his phone down beside him on the bed, poorly dried hair still dripping wet from the shower, leaving inky black splotches on the pillow case.

“since when does it take an hour just to get water?-”

iii’s words fell deaf on iv’s ears, placing the two slabs down onto the counter, completely bypassing iii in the process heading straight for the bathroom.

the bathroom is quiet, only the soft echoes of iv’s breath present, all shaky and laboured. the room is still warm, steam billowing off the tiles from when iii occupied it. iv rips off his mask, small beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, dark strands sticking his skin as he eyes himself in the mirror. he is a wreck. he is not sure if it was the arousal talking or the lack of sleep but he knows he needed to do something about it and quick. his cock strains against his jeans, images of you, still present in his mind. all naked, spread out for him, greedy cunt taking every inch of his fat cock.

“shit..” he mutters through a shaky breath, peering down just to see how evident his arousal had become. the zipper practially about to bust with the sheer girth of it. iv is quick to rid himself of the fabric, his cock springing from his boxers, heavy and swollen, tip leaking with precum as evident by the generous wet patch in his boxers. he is amost afraid to touch it, fearing that he might bust with the slightest contact. he simply watches it throb and pulse against his stomach.

a knock at the bathroom door distracts him momentarily. iii’s voice ringing through his ears.

“you good in there, mate?”

iii’s voice is hesitant, almost concern laced in his words.

“yeah…gonna shower…”

iv’s words falter slightly, trying to hold back a moan.

“right…dont be too long yeah?”

“yeah…right…”

iv waits for a moment, hearing the dull thuds of iii’s footsteps inch away from the bathroom door. he lets out a shaky, relieved breath, dismissing his predicament for a second to get the water ready. steam flutters and curls in the air, instantly fogging the glass f the shower door as he waits for the temperature to correct itself, yet in the back of his mind, like some omnipresent figure, you lurk. beckoning him with a curled, tempting finger to sink deeper into whatever unhinged fantasies he has tucked away. by the gods he wants to do that so…just to get a taste, a feel, a smell even. You’d taste sweet, he knows that. pretty pussy leaky and wet just for him as he laps up your juices like a man starved, planting deep hungry kissed to your clit, sucking greedily at the sensitive bulb.

he looks back to the counter top, his phone laying idly beside the sink. he remembers the picture he snapped of you on the security feed. as perverse as the act was, he could not help himself. he could just delete the picture and be done with it, with you, he is only here for a week after all nothing would come through over one simple interaction.

but it would be such a waste…he kept his balls full for a reason, resisting the urge to stroke himself for weeks now until he found the right subject to satiate his needs. if he were to waste his cum on anything…on anyone…it would be a cute little bunny such as yourself.

iv reaches for his phone, his hand shaky, not necessarily in hesitation but arousal…need. he opens it, scrolling through his photo album, amongst the various photographs stored, from tour photos, selfies, pictures of his own cock, laid you, the one he’s been searching for. he zooms in on it, the angle of the camera giving a much better view of your cleavage, the supple, round mounds swelling around the fabric of your blouse, iv’s dick twitches at the sight. he props the phone down ontop of the tank of the toilet, leaning it against the wall so it was still visible from the shower.

he steps into the warmth, his body instantly relaxing into the water, soothing his weary muscles. he keeps the shower door open, not caring about the spray of the water that drenches the floor, as long as he could see you. his hand begins to trace town the soft flesh of his stomach, the supple pudge of fat of his abdomen retracting and clenching with arousal as his wraps his hand around his firm cock. his keeps his grip taught, squeezing droplets of pre-cum from the tip, a makeshift lubricant. pretending, wanting it to be your perfect cunt wrapped around him.

“f-fuck me…” he groans through gritted teeth. he did not want to go easy on himself, he didnt deserve that kind of reprieve. he knows this is sick, he knows he’s a fuckin’ perv. you are a damn stranger, a pretty one at that but still a stranger nonetheless. and here he is, stroking his dick to you. iv always had these perverted inclinations, sure he’s jerked off to strangers before, i mean porn exists for a reason but never to someone he knew or has seen in real life.

iv can’t help but feel disgusted with himself, ashamed even. you didn’t deserve this treatment from him…yet that feeling is quickly repressed the moment he stars to move his hand down his shaft.

“shit …thats it bunny…mmm fuck…” his cock throbs in his hand, as he continues to stare down the picture of you, pretending that you were actually there with him.

“keep suckin’ my cock….”

he could almost invision it, pouty, lips wrapping around his throbbing cockhead, all puffy and red from the abuse he so lovingly bestows onto you. he closes his eyes, seeing you so perfectly work his cock, interchanging between your hands and your mouth.

he grips his cock tighter, hips starting to gyrate against the pseudo-rhythm of your movements. an apparition it is, a false narrative constructed by his perverted mind, he could not stop, he would not allow himself to.

“take my fuckin’ cock pretty thing…mm yes. fuck back against it” his teeth clench together increasing the speed of his hand.

“thats its, bunny.. such a dirty little slut for me…oh fuck!”

he had to bite his tongue, supress himself from being too loud, knowing that iii is just outside, ii and vessel in the next room over, and the walls in this shithole of a hotel aren’t exactly thick.

iv gasps softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut again. this time imagining your ass bouncing back against him. the soft plush flesh ripping at the contact, skin slapping together making the most sickening yet lovely sounds. his cock dissapearing between your folds, perfect juicy cunt leaving a creamy ring around his meaty shaft each time he’d pull back, only to slam himself deeper into you over and over again.

gummy walls clenching around his cockhead, milking him of each drop of his cum. gods, it is a disgusting thought, but he wants to empty load after load of cum into you, bredding you senseless until it finally takes. your belly swelling with a strangers kid. his kid. that way he can finally have you.. claim you as his no matter the circumstance. that and the sight of you pregnant would ignite a while other fire under him, he’d not be able to keep his hands off of you, gods. he’d fuck that tight cunt until you’re begging him to stop, sucking greedily on your sensitive nipples, kneading swollen, milk-filled breasts to soothe the ache.

“gonna breed you, bunny…gonna be mine…all mine…”

he is pumping his cock as fast as he could handle, the appendage aching, all red and swollen with a desprate need fo release. he invisions your moans, how they’d pitch in loudness the closer you are to release. he lets his eyes flutter open, watching the picture of you as he nears closer.

“cum on this cock, bunny. be a good fuckin’ girl and cream all over this dick for me” his breath shudders in pleasure.

“i know you want to…mm fuck…that pretty cunt’s all nice and soaked…just beggin’ for my cum”

he can see it so clearly, pretty cunt gushing around him, dripping down onto his thick, meaty thighs. he cums where he stands, through a string of curses and rough, drawn out breaths. his knuckles coated in white, he is surprised he didnt ruin his phone screen with the weight of his orgasm, the sheer amount of cum is more than he anticipated.

“fuck…” he gasps breathlessly, feeling slightly lightheaded from his orgasm. he looks down at himself, his hand still firmly wrapped around the base of his now semi-flaccid cock, the appendage twitching with small pulses, his thighs covered in his cum, trailing down his skin, mixing in with the water. he feels elated, disgusting, still fucking horny, all wrapped up into a perveted bundle.

from this moment on, he needs to see you again. needs to touch you, feel you, taste you… fuck you. it’s beyond primal. fucking biblical even. for the heavens bestowed upon him a goddess and he will do everything in his power to not let you escape from his grasp. you are his, even if you did not know it yet yourself.

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[scribbledghost]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: inhuman!polyvessels x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1,290

Summary: You spend a quiet winter day curled up in bed with the four vessels.

Notes: We're getting a ton of snow where I am right now and I just really wanted something soft and cozy so I wrote it. Tons of fluff (gets slightly suggestive in the middle but doesn't go anywhere), many kisses, and probably lethal amounts of cheese. I regret nothing.

The world outside the manor is quiet, a thick blanket of snow covering everything in sight. The sun has long since risen, but life has yet to return to the landscape.

Meanwhile, inside the sprawling place you call home, warmth and a gentle silence permeate the atmosphere.

There are many fireplaces scattered around the structure, and the fact they always seem to be well-kept despite little effort on anyone's part makes you think it may be the house itself keeping the blazes stoked and roaring. Of course, it may also be through some as-yet-undiscussed power of one of your housemates, but you have yet to ask properly.

The four demi-humans you live with have different needs than you do, but they have taken great care to ensure yours are always met. You aren't even sure if they can feel heat or cold, and yet your home is always the perfect temperature for you. Today is no different.

Of course, having all five of you curled up together in one massive bed certainly helps keep you warm.

It's not at all unusual for multiple people to end up in one bed. All of you have a habit of stumbling out of your rooms and towards another when the night becomes too dark and quiet. In fact, it's more common for at least two or three people to be in one bed than it is for all of you to sleep separately.

The perks of having four partners all connected by varying degrees of telepathic communication, you suppose.

"Are you comfortable, my heart?"

Vessel's dulcet tone cuts through the quiet, barely intelligible over III's snoring and the crackling of the fireplace across the room.

You turn your head slightly to nudge your nose against his, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Yes I am. Are you?"

Vessel only hums softly in response, his six eyes softening as he meets your gaze.

The rest of the vessels are still asleep around you. II is at your side opposite of Vessel, one arm slung over your middle while his face is buried in your neck, his even breaths fanning across your skin. IV is curled into Vessel's back, quiet grumbles emanating from him as he shifts. III, meanwhile, is sprawled across all of you, his head on your chest and his limbs stretched.

"All of my boys here in the same place, warm and safe," you muse. "I always feel better when we're all together."

Vessel hums softly again, one of his hands coming to rest atop III's to absentmindedly play with his hair.

"I understand," he says. "There is a certain sense of security knowing your loved ones are all present."

Suddenly, a particularly loud snort from III breaks the tranquility, and he jolts awake.

"You okay?" you ask. III shifts, turning his head to give you a lopsided, tired grin.

"Hiya, love," he says, voice thick with sleep. Your head tilts up, III's nose nudging it upward so he can nibble at the skin just below your chin. His extended canine teeth sting just slightly, but none of his movements are firm enough to draw blood.

You know this move. And you know where it leads.

"Mm, easy, love. Too tired for that," you say gently.

However, being firm is difficult when Vessel is also alternating between kissing your temple and nipping at your earlobe.

"Don't have to do anything, beloved," Vessel all but croons. "Just lie back and let the four of us do the work."

"I think II and IV might have a problem with that, seeing as they're still asleep," you murmur.

"They'll live," III says, his tongue now laving against your throat.

"I'm serious, quit it!" you whisper loudly with a laugh. "I'm comfortable!"

The pair cease their assault, a soft chuckle emanating from them both. Quick kisses are places on your cheek and lips, with III nuzzling his head against your chest once again. You're sure it's only a matter of time before he's asleep once more.

"You three are too loud."

This time, it's II's low voice rumbling against you. You know the faux-grumpiness is purely in jest, but you indulge him anyway.

"I'm sorry, my dear," you say, tilting your head to rest your cheek against him.

"Someone kiss me and I may consider forgiveness," he teases.

Your lips land on his first, but they're quickly followed by III's.

"Surely we've earned mercy now, hm?" you tease. "Two kisses for II?"

"Don't push it."

You and III both laugh softly as II squeezes you tighter, readjusting himself as he buries his face in your neck.

You turn to see Vessel looking at the three of you, pure softness and affection in his eyes. The sight of IV's arm slung across Vessel's waist draws your attention.

"I'm surprised he hasn't woken up yet," you muse.

Vessel gives you a look that you can't read before he reaches for IV's hand, gently bringing the latter man's knuckles to his lips.

However, it appears IV was not as asleep as you had thought. Before Vessel can react, IV uses the hand at Vessel's lips to grab him by the jaw and turn his head. One more quick shift, and IV has him in an almost bruising kiss.

It leads nowhere, and is more an admonishment for waking IV than anything else, but you still watch as IV leaves Vessel with a slightly dazed look when he pulls away.

Despite being rough with Vessel, IV is nothing but gentle with you, reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips.

"Sleep well, dove?" he asks, his voice deep with disuse.

"Sure did, thanks for askin'," III replies, his voice muffled against your shirt.

"Wasn't talkin' to you," IV deadpans, reaching over to tug at one of III's ears.

"Should've - ow! - should've been more specific then," III teases.

After a bit more lighthearted bickering between the vessels, the atmosphere returns to a soft silence. However, all attention shifts to you when you shiver slightly.

"Are you cold, my heart?" Vessel asks.

"Just a little," you admit. You're not quite sure how the chill has managed to find you beneath the furs that adorn the massive bed and the warmth of the vessels around you (or, in III's case, sprawled atop you), but it has.

III makes a move to get up and stoke the fire, but Vessel stops him with a gentle hand.

It's not terribly often that you witness Vessel communing with the manor itself - the action tends to drain him - but it's always a marvel when you do.

A soft blue glow encompasses his eyes as his arm reaches towards the fireplace. A low hum sounds in your mind, like distantly muffled words. You wonder if the others hear something more distinct.

You can tell Vessel is straining, a slight tremble visible in his hand. Thankfully, the connection isn't terribly drawn-out, and with a whooshing sound, the fireplace roars brighter.

Vessel's eyes return to normal, and his arm and body sag back onto the mattress.

"Didn't have to do that," III mutters. "I would've gotten up."

"I know," Vessel reassures him, giving him a soft smile.

You don't need a telepathic mental connection to tell that Vessel is ready for rest once again. Reaching for him, you manage to rearrange him so his head is tucked against your shoulder.

"Rest," you command softly. He doesn't argue, and neither do the others. II curls back into your side, III is already softly snoring against your chest, and IV's breaths even out as he holds your hand.

You drift back to dreams nestled amongst the vessels, the harsh world outside the manor unable to disturb the peace found within.

[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 :)

[ghost-in-the-hall]

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

Welcome back to part 8 of Fall For Me! A strange dream, reader goes to camp, and more sweet moments with the eepy Bois this chapter! Thank you so much for reading, if you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Brief mention on hunting practices NOT PROOFREAD

Part VII - Part IX

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When you woke up your head felt like it was in a fog, the edges of your vision slightly blurry as you looked around the room. Your bare feet dropped to the floor, you shivered as you stood from your bed, it was a lot colder in here than you remember it being. You paused at your doorway, something wasn't right. Despite the fact you had crossed the entire expanse of your bedroom there wasn't a single creaking floorboard or footstep to be heard. You look back at your bed only to find your body still laying there. “What the hell?” You mutter softly to yourself. You walk over to your still sleeping form, your shoulders rising and falling with every even breath as you lie motionless beneath the covers.

“Don't worry, you'll be able to re enter your body when we're done here.” You jumped at the sudden voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Its tone is both a whisper and a deafening howl, the sound high pitched and somehow also impossibly low.

“God?” You ask with a confused expression.

The voice laughs, “I guess you could say that.” The silence that surrounded you was deafening as the voice faded out, it was so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, no ambient sound existed in whatever plane you had been snatched into. “Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.”

You shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, your lungs burning like you had been holding your breath. Your alarm was blaring on your night stand, 8 in the morning, you had an hour until you opened. You got out of bed, listening carefully for the sound of your footsteps against the floor to make sure you really had returned from wherever the hell you had gone in your dreams. “I'm going crazy, I'm actually losing my mind.” You argue with your reflection in the mirror. “Some mysterious voice coming from my subconscious about trusting Vessel, of course I trust him. But what the hell is the way he's supposed to be showing me?” You decided to drop it for now with an annoyed groan, flying through your morning routine and jogging downstairs just as 9 o'clock rolled around. The day flew by, the steady stream of customers helping to distract you from the weird dream you had. You were just about to lock the door when the all too familiar pickup truck pulled into the lot. You smiled, pushing the door open and leaning against it as you waited to see just who had stopped by to visit tonight. You were a bit surprised to see II jump out of the cab unaccompanied, usually when he was sent to make supply runs he always had one of the others in tow. He strides over to you, reaching out to pull you into an embrace the moment you were close enough.

“I have a question for you.” He states softly once he pulls back, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist.

“And what might that be?” You smile, subconsciously leaning into him.

“Would you be comfortable coming back to camp with me?” You paused the moment the question fell from his lips. “Vessel already knows I'm inviting you, he's the one that brought it up in fact.” II chuckles, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

“I would love to.” He waits patiently for you to lock up, his hand slipping into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you chat idly on your way back to the truck. You slid across the worn leather bench seat, II hopping behind the wheel not long after. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in to press a clothed kiss to your cheek.

“Are you warm enough?” You nod, letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder as he starts driving. His thumb languidly trailed back and forth across your shoulder, every so often he would glance down at you to see if you were still awake. You wound down endless back roads, slowly pushing your way down paths that had long since been forgotten until the group had ventured this far out into the woods. II attempted to dodge raised roots and potholes without much success, the makeshift road being filled with craters that rattled the pair of you around in the cab. You were thankful when the dirt path finally smoothed out, the trees opening up to reveal a large clearing with four cabins evenly spaced out around the circle. You recognized minimal details of it from the pictures you had seen in the paper. The cabin opposite the entrance was surrounded by flower beds of various sizes and states of growth, some containing a painter's palette of wildflowers, others filled with various crops that seemed to be growing very successfully. “That's IV’s cabin.” II must've noticed your impressed stare. “I will warn you though, if you compliment him on his gardening it will make him really flustered, so do with that information what you will.” He chuckles.

“Do you all have different jobs?” You ask curiously, II nods his confirmation.

“IV is the main one in charge of produce. III’s a fairly decent hunter, that's where we get the majority of the meat we eat. I’m in charge of the finances.” He lists off everyone's role around the camp. “And Vessel… well he's our spiritual advisor for a lack of a better term.” He chuckles. He pulls the truck up alongside a cabin that was more set back from the rest, it's dark wood almost blending in with the treeline.  “He’s in the middle of something, I'll take you to IV.” He smiles at you. He motions for you to wait, jogging around the front of the truck to open your door for you. He bows his head slightly as he offers his hand, you can't help but laugh softly at his actions.

“What a gentleman.” You grin at him.

“For you, only the best.” He winks. Your hand slips into his, his skin cool against yours. His eyes stay locked on your form as you hop down from the truck, the moment your feet hit the ground he's tugging you into his side, wanting to keep you as close as possible. “I'd like to be able to spend some time alone with you later, if that's alright.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile at the slight nervousness you picked up in his voice. You glance up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before pushing yourself up to place a kiss to his cheek.

“I'd love to.” You whisper in his ear with a coy smile. Your attention was stolen by IV calling your name from across the clearing. II places a hand against the small of your back, gently nudging you in his direction. You meet him in the middle, giggling as he flings his arms around you and spins you in a hug.

“I missed you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, you found your cheeks growing warmth at the genuine joy in his voice.

“You did?” You ask softly.

“Yeah.” Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel him gently knead at the softness of your waist. His eyes nervously dart from yours, tracing over a pattern he had found in the grass as he sucks in a deep breath. “I, um, I didn't get to say everything I wanted to you the other day.” You waited patiently for him to continue, seeing how nervous he was about choosing exactly the right words was honestly endearing in your eyes. “Do you think we could sit down and talk?”

“Of course we can, wherever you like.” You smile softly at him. He hesitantly removed his hand from your waist, carefully taking your hand and studying your reaction to make sure he wasn't doing too much too quickly. He led you to his cabin, shutting the door behind him and watching you with delight as you looked around curiously at all the small knick knacks and trinkets he had littered around the small space. His heart races when his eyes meet yours, he would never get tired of seeing the way your whole face lit up when you smiled.

“I want you to know that I really like you.” He blurts out, unable to stop the confession from coming out. “I might not be as experienced as the others, and I might take things slowly, but that's just because I don't want to mess this up.” His bright blue eyes scan over your features as he waits for you to respond.

“IV, I'm not worried about moving too slow or too fast, or whether or not you're experienced. I think you're very sweet, handsome, fun,” every compliment was punctuated with you taking another step closer to him. “I like you too, I want to see where things go, and I'm very excited to see how we get there.” He breathes out a relieved chuckle.

“I just don't want you to think that I'm not as interested as the others.” His arms slide around your waist, your instinctually slipping over his shoulders as he pulls you into him. His fingers ghost over your cheek, you lean into his touch, allowing him to carefully cradle your face in his hand. “You're so beautiful, every moment I've gotten to spend with you has been nothing short of amazing.” Your cheeks grow warm as he continues his assault of compliments. He seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, the usual playful glimmer returning to his expression.

“Well, I look forward to spending more time with you.” His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before he hesitantly pulled away. He clears his throat, his eyes trailing to the window.

“Did you get to see the garden at all?” He asks, a slight nervous tremor in his voice.

“A little, but I'd love to see it up close. You have a very impressive green thumb IV.” He taps the toe of his boot against the cabin floor.

“It's nothing special.” He rebuttals bashfully. “But, it's definitely a lot better than what we started out with.” He starts to head towards the door, your hand slipping effortlessly into his as you trailed after him. He brought you to the edge of the flowerbeds, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to his side as he pointed to all the various different types of produce and flowers he was growing, slipping in small fun facts every so often.

“I don't know how you can say this isn't anything special IV, this is incredible. You've really done an amazing job.” He froze, swallowing thickly as he looked down at you.

“Thank you, love.” He says softly. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you watch his eyes slowly trace over your features. “Can I take you on a date sometime?” You can't help but giggle at the question.

“I would love that.” You feel him squeeze your waist, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he returns your smile. You both jumped slightly as someone shouted from across the field. II had III in tow, the taller man dropping off his pack of hunting supplies before quickly making his way over to you. IV leans down, placing a kiss to the top of your head before stepping away. You smiled as III approached, your heart immediately pounding in your chest at the sight of the streaks of sweat that had broken down his black body paint. You were unable to stop your gaze from raking across his exposed torso. Your cheeks grew warm as your eyes snapped back up to meet his, immediately noticing the playful glimmer in his expression. You nearly stumbled backwards as III’s long strides quickly landed him right in front of you, a strong hand landing on your waist to steady you as he caught your chin between his fingers with the other. Your eyes dart to anywhere but his, trying your best to hide your flustered state.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He chuckles. “How are you beautiful?” You manage to squeak out a ‘good’ in response. III leans down, the fabric of his mask soft against your skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Have you shown her around at all?” He asked IV, his hand still lingering on your waist as he pulled away.

“Just a bit of the garden.” IV responds.

“Think we should give her the grand tour?” II suggests.

“I don’t see why not.” IV immediately perks up at the idea. You reach out, taking hold of IV’s hand, giving him a coy smile as you cuddle up to his side.

“Well, lead the way boys.” II and III share an amused look over IV’s surprised expression. It takes him a moment before he finally relaxes, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he brings your knuckles to his lips.

It had been less than a year since they had arrived in town and the progress they had already made at their camp was nothing short of incredible. IV had grown a whole storehouse of crops, all of which were expertly preserved in order to maintain the four of them easily throughout the winter and early spring. You learned that he was hoping to learn how to make preserves out of the vast amounts of berries in the area. III showed you some of his easier to navigate hunting trails, explaining that he only hunts as needed and how important to him it is to use the entire animal whenever possible. The four of you wandered down trails, each of them pointing out spots where they would like to go to read or play music. “We should plan a day to hike out to the lake.” IV suggests.

“Maybe next summer, it’s a little too cold for that now.” II responds. “I definitely think we should at some point though, I really think you’d like it there.” You smile as III places a kiss to the top of your head, his presence at your side immediately being replaced by II who wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you continued walking. You had noticed how the three of them almost seemed to be taking turns being next to you, the thought alone was enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I was wondering where you all went.” Your heart immediately began to race at the sound of Vessel’s voice. You turn to find him leaning in the doorway of his cabin, “love, would it be alright if I stole you for a second?” He nods for you to follow him inside his cabin.You swallow thickly, feeling nervous despite the fact you knew you had to reason to worry. You’re snapped from your thoughts by II pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll go start dinner while you’re in there.” He gives you a gentle nudge in Vessel’s direction, prompting you forward. He towered over you from his position leaning in the doorway, offering you his hand once you were in reach and guiding you inside. The inside of his cabin was simple; a small wooden desk with a chair sat in front of the window, a perfectly made bed with black sheets sat against the opposite wall, the large piece of furniture the focal point of the room. Across the room from where you stood you noticed a bookshelf tucked into the corner, the shelves filled with journals, textbooks, and various decks of cards. You could feel Vessel studying you, he watched your body language carefully, trying to gauge exactly how you were feeling in this very moment.

You jumped as he suddenly shut the door, a soft chuckle escaping him at the sight. “There’s no need to be so tense, love.” He steps up to your side, trailing a finger along the edge of your jaw as he leans down close to your ear. “I’m not that scary, am I?” He purrs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m just a little on edge today, I guess.” You laugh softly.

“And why’s that?” He keeps you close to him as he moves. Settling himself on the edge of his bed, his hands coming comfortably to rest on the curve of your waist as he holds you in front of him. You feel his fingers gently push into you, moving you closer to him without much effort. The front of your thighs presses against the edge of his plush mattress, Vessel’s long legs caging you in on either side. You still had to look up slightly to be face to face with him, knowing you had met his eyes behind the slits of his mask as your heart began to pound in your chest.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

“Smart girl,” he praises, “I see you’re putting the pieces together quickly.” He ponders over what to say for a moment, carefully selecting each word in his mind. “He spoke to you last night, didn’t he?”

“Vessel, what was that?” You answered his question with your own.

“That was Sleep.” He states simply. A bewildered expression formed on your face, Vessel continued speaking before you had a chance to ask any questions. “I for the life of me can’t figure out how to even begin telling you about Sleep.” He admits with a bashful chuckle. “I hate to keep you in the dark, but can I please ask you to wait just a little while longer?” The booming voice echoed in the back of your mind. ��Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.’ 

“I trust you.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“When the time is right I’ll tell you everything, you have my word.” He promises, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb trailing slowly across your skin. The cool material of his mask comes to rest against your forehead. He just held you for a moment, both of you relaxing into the comfortable silence that surrounded you. “I shouldn’t keep you too long, the others will throw a fit.” He says quietly, both of you dissolving into soft laughter.

“Vessel,” he hums in response to you saying his name.

“What is it, love?”

“I really enjoyed our time together the other night.” He froze, seeming almost dumbfounded by the words that had left your mouth.

“You did?” His response comes out timidly, as if he was dancing around those two simple words, worried it was the wrong thing to say. “Maybe… Maybe we could do something like that again sometime then.”

“I’d like that.” You smile softly at him.

Your fingers remained linked with his as he led you across the clearing, the other three members of the group working quickly to make sure everything was set up by the time you reached the table. You were handed a plate of something you didn’t recognize, but it tasted good. Your night became a blur of stolen kisses on your cheeks and laughter that easily bubbled up from your chest. “I believe II had something planned for the two of you tonight.” Vessel suddenly chimes in. “I think we should probably give them some privacy, boys.” He suggests with a patient smile. They each say their respective goodbye’s; IV pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, telling you he’ll see you soon before darting off to his cabin, III pulls you flush against him, lifting his mask just enough to capture your lips with his own. He mumbles a quiet ‘goodnight’ against your lips, his hand lingering on the curve of your waist as he pulls away. You turned to face Vessel, he held out his hand for you to take. “I’ll walk you.” It didn’t take you long to see that II had snuck off to set up a fire, a log pulled the perfect distance away from the flames to sit on. “It looks like you’re in for a nice evening.” You could feel his eyes studying you from behind his mask. “It’s a shame we have to part ways.”

“We still have a couple minutes.” Your eyes dart down to his lips momentarily.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want me to leave.” He responds with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t.” Vessel presses a knuckle below your chin, tilting your face up to allow him the chance to study your features closely.

“Trust me love, if I had it my way I already would have stolen you for myself.” He chuckles, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “We’ll have our time… I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers. He cradles your face gently in his hand, his eyes wandering over your features in silence for another moment before he speaks again. “II, make sure she gets home safely.” You hadn’t noticed until Vessel had startled him that II had wandered back in your direction. “Have a good night, beautiful.” A pair of warm lips press against your forehead, and just like before, as quickly as he was there he was gone. A sense of longing ached deep in your chest, one that was quickly pushed down as II’s hands came to rest on your waist. He gently turns you to face him, hand cupping your cheek as his lips ghost over yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your racing thoughts coming to a screeching halt as you let the kiss consume you.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” II mumbles against your lips with a soft chuckle. Heavy, warm fabric is draped across your shoulders, your fingers instinctually reach up to rub along the edge of the thick denim jacket. “I wanted to make sure you were warm enough. It’s a nice night, but it still gets pretty cold out here.” You found yourself cuddled into his side, the campfire keeping you comfortable despite the chill in the air. II excitedly pointed out every constellation he recognized, filling your mind with tales of adventure, the bravest heroes, the most passionate of love stories. “Right there, that’s Andromeda. She’s famous for nearly being eaten by a sea monster because her mother tried to say she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs.” You can’t help but laugh slightly at the absurd story.

“Well, what do you think?” II gives you a curious glance. “Was she prettier than the sea nymphs?”

“She definitely wasn’t as pretty as you.” You stuttered out a shocked sound in response, your cheeks immediately growing warm. “You’re really bad at accepting compliments.” He points out bluntly, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“I’m just not really used to getting them I guess.” You admit with a bashful chuckle.

“You’re unfortunately going to have to get used to that then.” He glances down at you, his bright blue eyes meeting yours and freezing you in place. “You’re beautiful, I’m not about to let you forget that.”

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[babextoken]

HC of the Sleep Token boys as boyfriends?

Hiiiii! BF!Token is only one my most favorite things 😭 here are my HCs for the boys as boyfriends, the first time you sleep over edition.

SFW Fluff

Vessel: he’s a gentleman, what can I say? when it’s time for lights out he lays a little ways away from you in bed with his arms crossed because he “doesn’t want to take up too much space” or “take too many covers.” You roll your eyes and curl into him, and he finally relaxes and sprawls out. He takes up a lot of room but you’re happy about it.

ii: you went straight for the his office where is drum set is and pleaded with big babydoll eyes to have a go. He lets you but just know he’s holding his tongue about telling you how to play or giving you the correct names of the drums. He’s cringing a little but then says “hold on, let me show you something really cool,” and leans over like he’s going to point something out but then just kisses you. 🥹

iii: I just think this boy, of all the boys, has the best snacks and movie collection so OBVIOUSLY you’re having a movie marathon all curled up with blankets and pillows on the couch. At one point he gets bored and starts tossing popcorn at you. You ignore him the first few times until it becomes an all out tickle/food fight.

iv: so he’s spending the night at your place and when he comes over he has a giant grocery bag because he’s cooking for you 🥹 you say “oh Ivy I didn’t know you were such a chef” and he’s like “ehehe yes… uh huh sure.” Baby boy just wants to make you happy! He struggles a little, but you reassure him it’ll be great. He even lets you play sous chef a bit. And it turns out it’s some of the best tacos you’ve ever had 😭