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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 6 months

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

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

WARNINGS: None

Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The reporters?"

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

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

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

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

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

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dy6nsty · 2 months

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*slides underneath your door discreetly*

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

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MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW THIS. YES.

Sleep Token x Fem!Band member

ReaderRelationship: Rom [Fem nicknames used!]

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Vessel:

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

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

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

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

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

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IV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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III:

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

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

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

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

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

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II:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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skellyflowers · 8 days

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More Sleep Token Headcannons

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

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

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

Has a pet ball python

II teaches you drum basics.

Named all of his symbols.

Taps beats on your hands.

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

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

Hair dying sessions.

Let's you pick his concert outfits.

MATCHING CHECKER SOCKS!

IV takes guitar lessons very seriously.

Wants you to sit in his lap during lessons.

Give him a hand message.

Will wave if you two suddenly make eye contact.

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

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 16. blindfolding

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “blind to the light”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

pairing: ii x afab!reader

a/n: finally not sick anymore woo !! time to try and not half ass my remaining fics. we’re getting closer to the 25th !!

cw: nsfw content. blindfolding. slight bondage (?). sexual teasing. tit worshipping. hickeys.

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“ah ah ah, no peeking. that just won’t make things fair, now would it?” —❤︎

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“there we go.. comfy?”

“mmmh.”

“good.”

one lace goes through the loop and into the hole, now the fold was snug and comfortably rested above your eyes, keeping your line of vision completely obscured by the delicate fabric. ii sighed and appreciated his work for a moment, clasping his hands together as he observed you. you sat helplessly on the fluffy duvet, sitting up on your knees with your palms between your thighs. all the while, you felt the teasing, alluring presence of ii circling around you, tempting you with just his aura alone.

the blindfold that adorned your face was an elegant design. handmade, intricate flowers that came in various shades of soft pink, yellow and red were perfectly stitched onto the fabric. carefully placed designer pearls added a glimmering flair to the exquisite design. and of course, the beautifully embroidered patterns on the blindfold that kept the entire thing holding together.

the blindfold accompanied with your innocent looking outfit that ii dressed you in made you look like an angel. it’s like you descended from the heavens, looking as light and airy as ever. it was stitched together with silky fabrics that draped down your shoulders, looking like a wedding bride. however, the outfit exposed most of your skin.

it was so beautiful to look at, yet the blindfold’s entire purpose was for you to not see it at all. how cruel.

ii looked in front of you, and whistled at the sight, finding the view before him rather striking.

“hot.” he mumbled, chuckling lowly and moving around the bed to watch every curve, side and dip of your body.

“damn… i really outdid myself with this one.” ii praised himself, slowly walking around to crawl onto the bed, sitting right behind you.

you gasped as you felt his hands slowly caress your hips, his touch catching you off guard as he brought your body closer to his. your breath hitched, and you tried to move your head to get a peek at what he was doing, but he just let out a “tsk tsk” sound and turned you around with one of his hands.

“ah ah ah, no peeking. that just won’t make things fair, now would it?” he teased with a grin, keeping one hand on your cheek while the other rested on your waist.

you would’ve moved the blindfold out of the way to try and see what’s going on, but you exactly couldn’t. ii had some delicate, rose gold rope that he used to bind your wrists behind your back, that way you couldn’t take it off. it was inconvenient, but somewhat arousing.

“ii.. i wanna see.” you whined, head leaning against your lover’s chest. “what are you planning to do this time?”

“oh y’know… just wanted to do something special this year for christmas. make it extra memorable.”

the drummer’s fingers worked around the material of your clothes very delicately, treating every fiber with care as he caressed your skin underneath the fabric. slipping his hands underneath your shirt, he grabbed and massaged any area of plump, bare skin he could find— being sure to worship every inch of your body.

you responded in such a satisfying way. heavenly moans and deep sighs of pleasure were enough to keep ii going. the sensation of not being able to see what he was doing, only heightened the rest of your senses, and each touch on your felt electrifying.

“you like that?” ii whispered huskily into your ear, one of his hands moving underneath your breast, and he squeezed it gently, making you gasp and moan.

“m-mhm…” you whimpered.

“good. fucking good.” ii praised with a rasp voice, his other hand slipping underneath your shirt to fondle with your tits. he was squeezing and massaging them firmly, rolling your nipples between his fingers. the sensation was teasing, but it felt so good that you leaned back against his shoulder and moaned.

“f-fuuck.” you rasped out, loving the feeling of ii playing with your breasts like this.

ii was only getting more turned on too, his hard dick straining in his pants as he fondles your tits, watching you squirm behind him. he smirked and moved to latch his lips onto your neck, sucking on the soft skin and leaving hickeys onto your body, making your moans increase in volume.

“mmmh.. this must be a nice christmas for you.. yeah? you like it when i worship your breasts like this?” ii asked, now slipping the shirt off of your shoulder so he has more room to play with your chest. you nodded meekly at his words, finding each touch equally exhilarating.

“wonderful.” he breathed out.

ii shuffled around so that way he was now in front of you, breathing against your neck heavily while he kept a firm grip on your shoulders. you whined and breathed out.

“baby… when can i see?” you asked softly.

“in a minute.” he mumbled. “i’m not done with my gift yet.”

without warning, ii moved his mouth to capture on of the hardened nipples on your breast, making your eyes widen under the blindfold and let out a long, satisfied moan at the feeling. he was sucking on one breast while he used the other to massage the other neglected breast. his long tongue swirled around the nub, relishing the sound of your whimpers as he sucked your tits.

his mouth popped off your nipple for a moment, and he kissed and sucked around the skin of your breast, before moving his mouth over to do the same on the other one. ii really had a fondness for your tits, and he was going to show them an extra amount of love through the whole way, and make you feel good throughout the process.

after a few minutes of kissing, sucking and worshipping your skin and breasts, ii finally pulled away, his saliva dripping down your skin with a glistening shine, making the sight more sexy. he grinned and moved to your side, slowly undoing the blindfold on your eyes.

“check it out.” he grinned, allowing for you to behold the sight.

your eyes wandered over to the mirror, and you looked at your reflection. reddish-purple hickeys were everywhere on your neck, collarbone and breasts, coloring each patch of skin with a bruising mark. bite marks were left here and there on your shoulders and neck, with splotches of saliva coated onto your skin.

you marveled at the sight, it looked so sexy. the outfit that ii chose for you only made it look all the more alluring. ii was like the painter, and you were the canvas. his work of art.

ii grinned, and moved behind you to massage your shoulders, giggling a bit.

“that’s my gift to you, honey.”

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altrodent · 3 months

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Cycle

Part I: Vessels Vixen

Pairing: (Poly!) Sleep Token x (F!)Reader

Genre/Warnings: This chapter is mainly Vessel x Reader for lore build up!! Fluff, a made up character for plot is womanizing, flirtatious Vessel, decent amount of cursing

Summary: After kicking out a bunch of jerks at your work place, you become the savior of a certain masked man

(A/N): I’ve tried rewriting a story involving Sleep Token at least a dozen times now, and this is my last attempt for the first part and probably the best, so I hope you enjoy! 🥲🩷

It’s very common to find me working for extremely long hours as well as doing all the chores while blasting my ears off with an old pair of headphones. I do work in a record shop anyways, so what else would I be doing? Once I moved out and on my own I’ve had nothing to do, so I help this elderly couple maintain their shop so they can enjoy their- what should be- retirement.

The town we live in is decently small, but still big enough to include fascists and douche bags of every variety. More specifically, a group of men called the ‘Southwind Snakes’ by the men and just plain ‘perverts’ by the women- me included. Almost every day they end up either trying to wreck the shop, wrecking the shop, or trying to fight with other customers- which those fights usually end up leading to the shops wreckage. Today wasn’t any different.

As the climate got colder, the rain got heavier, and when the weather is shitty, so is the amount of patrons. The elderly couple were packing their bags, ready to go home before asking me“Are you sure you don’t want to just close up early, sweetie? The storm’s looking pretty bad.” Shaking my head, I respond “It’s alright, I’ll hold down the fort. Have a good day you guys.” I wave them off as they head out into the curtains of rain, just as they’re about to pull out I hear one of the worst sounds in the world; the ‘Southwind Snakes’ shit mobile. It’s the ugliest pick up truck I’ve ever seen, and of course it’s sitting front and center in the swamping parking lot. Josh and his goons enter the store and make a beeline straight for my counter. I groan, putting my headphones aside “How can I help you?” He puts one of his greasy hands on the counter “You can help me in more than one ways, doll” he smirks cockily, moving his one hand out to the side so one of his accomplices can five him. “If it doesn’t include helping you find something, or jamming a stick up your ass, then I can’t help you.” I blink blankly at him, his face turning into one of offense “Whatever, prude. Do you have the CD’s we ordered?” I roll my eyes, walking to the back wall, and bending over to grab a box from the lower shelf. All I hear is inappropriate giggles from the childish men, I frustratingly clench my teeth before walking back and handing him the box of CD’s. “Here you go. Need anything else?” He takes the box, “I could always use your number, if you’ll give it to me this time” he winks sloppily “Yeah, no. If you don’t need anything else from the store then have a good day.” He huffs loudly, exiting as his goons follow.

As I was returning to my work, I hear him yelling outside, “Jesus Christ, what now…” I run to the window, to see him berating a person who must’ve run into him. I usually don’t want to get involved in that douche’s antics, but when he starts hurting people verbally or physically I’m usually keen to stepping in. I walk outside in the frigid rain, by the time I get outside, Josh has already turned it from a verbal altercation into a physical one. “Get the hell out of here Josh, leave ‘em alone!” He seethes at me before hopping in his fuck truck. “Hate that fucking guy… are you okay?” I turn to the person, and offer them a hand. Through the thick sheets of rain I see the person look up at me, wearing what appears to be some sort of white facial covering. Looking down I see their hand, painted in some sort of black material snail into mine, obviously shaken by the situation. I help them up, “come on inside, I’ll get you warmed up.” They nod as I lead them into the store, the sudden warmth enveloping our now freezing and soaked skin. I wipe the rain off my face, “I’m sorry you got caught by Josh, he’s so damn rude all the time.” The person takes the cloak like garment off their shoulders, revealing a set of well toned shoulders. “You shouldn’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault, I should actually be thanking you.” He turns to me, I advert my eyes as best as I can, but it’s not helping that there’s now a shirtless man in my store, dripping with the aftermath of the storm. I get a decent look at his intricately beautiful yet grotesque mask, and catch myself before I end up staring for too long “I- uh I think we have some extra towels in the back, stay right here, I’ll be back!” He nods, giving me a comfortable smile, I quickly turn on my heel and head to the back.

Is there really towels in the back? Probably not, but I needed to get out of there before my face explodes from all the heat. But, lo and behold, the owners do keep some decently clean towels in the supply closet, so I grab one for each of us. I take one more heavy breath before heading back into the stores floor. Almost immediately as I enter, he asks “Is this you?” My brows hitch before I hand him a towel, “what do you mean?” His splotchy arm points toward a picture of me and the owners a few years back hosting a huge metal concert. It was like our states Coachella, or Sick New World. “Yeah that’s me, in all my… goth glory.” I giggle softly, I had done mine and the couples makeup in a goth style. “They love matching with me, and they always thought my makeup was ‘pretty’” I smile softly, his eyes gently weaving into my distracted appearance “I think you look ethereal” Blinking obliviously at how naturally he complimented me, “I’m sorry, what-?” He turns to me, still entirely topless “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me to l say wasn’t i-“ “No! No-“ i interrupt, flustered “Sorry- no, you’re fine! I’m just honestly not used to compliments…” he tilts his head “‘Not used to compliments’? Do you not get complimented often?” With hands on my hips, my cheeks puff slightly as I exhale “In this town? Not really.” He take a step forward “Well, maybe that’ll change…” his black painted mouth smirks cheekily, one of my brows raise in confusion “Me and my friends just moved into town, if they like you as much as I do, they’ll be all over you.”

I blink rapidly, obviously confused, my face heating with blush still trying to figure out what he means by ‘like me as much as he does’ and ‘all over me’. I stand still, overcome with confusion, he laughs brightly, stepping ever so closer “You’re very cute, I don’t know how people here don’t tell you more…” our faces become extremely close, all my senses disappear, the only thing being processed is the extreme volume of my hearts rapid beating. He leans in slowly- oh my god, it’s really happening. I only met him today, but I mean hey- *Honkk* we both snap out of our trance. He laughs softly “That must be them.” I back away, embarrassed “I’ll see you again, right?” I nod warmly “Good” he quickly kisses my cheek, my hands go numb at the surge of romantic energy coursing through my system. He pulls back smiling, some of the paint on his lips now transferred to my cheek, making him chuckle. He turns to leave, putting his cloak on when I speak, “(Y/N)…” his head turns slightly “I know you didn’t ask, but that’s my name…” I smile awkwardly, what if he didn’t know your name- “Beautiful…” he whispers under his breath “I’m Vessel.” He walks out to the parking lot, leaving me alone. I think I’m in love.

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fritz-federleicht · 8 months

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I won't let you go/ Two x reader

Summary: You wear a dress he won't let you go to the club in

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"I won't let you go like this. You need to change." II crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"What?" You look down your body. Clinging to it is a short dress that emphasizes your curves and gives you confidence. Around your shoulder dangles a matching small bag in which you've stowed only the necessary for the night.

"I'm not letting you out like that." He points at your dress.

"Why not?" You groan. Your friends are already waiting for you because you're late, and now your boyfriend is stopping you too. "I only go to the club with friends."

II look at you in disbelief. "That's exactly why." He takes a step towards you and holds out his hand. "You go to the club like this." He lifts the bottom of your dress slightly. Immediately you push it down because your panties are showing.

"See." He says. "That's why I won't let you go like this." His voice is reproachful.

You blush. "Alright but I don't have time now. My friends are already waiting for me." You try to push past him, but you don't succeed. II holds you by the wrist. He looks intensely into your eyes.

"Y/N I'm not letting you go like this." You stare at each other. At some point II gives up. He realizes he can't change your mind. "Then I'll come with you."

You open your eyes wide in disbelief. "You're coming with me? To the club?"

II was only been to the club once and that was when he met you, never again after that. As he always says, it's enough for him to have you by his side now. His love, which makes enough adrenaline pumping through his veins in everyday life.

At the thought of your first meeting a smile creeps onto your lips. "I'm glad honey. Even if you're only coming because of my dress." You say teasingly to him.

"I can't help it. Please understand." Says II almost desperately. "You look way too hot in that dress. If you show up there alone..." There must be all kinds of situations going on in his head because his look becomes threatening. "That can't happen." He shakes his head. "That's why I'm coming with you."

"You know I would never start anything with anyone else." You assure him. No matter who, you'd dump him. II is the love of your life and always will be. "But I don't want to keep you from your plan. I'm glad you're coming with me."

You look down his body. "Are you going to stay like that?" II wears a tight black t-shirt that hugs every muscle of his torso and black sweatpants that hang loosely from his hips.

He looks down at himself. "Looks good, doesn't it?" His lips curl into a sly grin. "You love it when I wear it, don't you?"

You tilt your head. "I do, but it doesn't go with tonight. Put on something that looks more like a party."

II shakes his head. "No."

"What no?"

"I'm not changing. After all, you don't do it either even though I ask you to." He grins at you. "Besides, we don't have time. Your friends are already waiting for you." II repeats your already said words and grabs your hand.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you place your hand in his. "Everyone will be staring at us."

II opens the door for you. "Why?"

"Cause you look like you go to the gym. And I look like I'm about to party." You smile and step through the door. "At least I fit in."

As II closes the door, he laughs deeply. "They won't pay attention to me. They don't even have time for that when they're staring at you and that naughty little dress."

You blush. Luckily it's already too dark outside for II to see. "Oh yeah honey, just keep telling yourself that." You say, thinking about how all the women will stare at him. Maybe the men will stare at you, but the women's eyes will be on him. Not a single one can escape his handsome face and body, he's too perfect for that.

"Just keep telling yourself that." You say again and together you walk hand in hand to the first party II enters in years. And that's just because of your naughty little dress.

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haddonfieldwhore · 10 months

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eyes of the lamb - ii

ii (sleep token) x gn! reader

warnings: inhuman?ii, suggestive content, choking (slightly), mostlyfluffy

word count: 1k

another breathtaking ritual had just commenced, and you watched from side stage as vessel held his clasped hands out to thank the crowd, and iii and iv tossed their guitar picks out the mass of bodies. ii stood behind his drum set before also throwing his sticks out into the crowd. you smiled at the guys as they passed by you, exiting the stage. ii was the last to join you, and as soon as you were both out of sight of any crew or fans, his hands were on your hips and your back hit the wall with a gentle thud. his forehead rested against yours, his eyes meeting yours, sparkling as he maintained eye contact with you as your hands slid up his chest and rested on either side of his neck.

“your were amazing, as always,” you complimented, in awe of their performance everytime you got the chance to see them perform live. ii was a man of very few words, and you knew the gentle nod he gave in return was his way of saying thank you. his hands slid underneath the hem of your shirt just enough for his painted fingertips to ghost over your skin softly, just above your waist. you held either side of his face, asking permission to remove his mask. he hesitated, looking around to make sure nobody else was around, and decided to lead you into an empty room just to be safe, locking the door behind him. he pulled your hand gently, sitting down on the soft couch with a soft exhale, the adrenaline from the show wearing off and the tiredness catching up with him.

“come here,” ii mumbled under his breath, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight. “now,” he instructed, permitting you to remove his mask now that you were alone.

your fingers found the bottom of the dark fabric and slid it over his head, freeing his hair and face from the shroud of mystery, and you admired the light scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. your fingers ran through his soft hair, slightly damp with a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes closed in contentment as he inhaled a deep breath through his nose. his eyes opened only for a second before he leaned forward to connect his lips to yours softly. you kissed him back deeply, your teeth pulling gently on his bottom lip, and he shifted his hips beneath you, his hands roaming up and down your back. you rolled your hips against his lap slightly, and you could feel him groan into your mouth, his hands gripping the material of your shirt tightly before he broke the kiss.

ii’s eyes we completely black as he stared up at you, his head leaned back against the backing of the couch, the whites of his eyes no longer there, along with his usually bright irises. his eyelashes fluttered softly as he looked at you through hooded eyes, his lips parted ever so slightly as he chest rose and fell quickly.

“your eyes…” you whispered, staring in awe at the man beneath you, completely captured by the beauty of his being.

“do they frighten you?” he asked softly, often so soft spoken that if you were in a crowded room you would not hear him. you shook your head, holding his jaw in your hands, your thumbs caressing the skin of his face softly.

“they’re beautiful,” you muttered, unable to look away. ii couldn’t stop a light chuckle from vibrating through his chest; humans were so easy to amaze, and yet he so often found himself bewildered by you that he would be a hypocrite to tease you too much for it. he closed the gap between you again, kissing you so tenderly, as if he was scared that you would break. you felt one of his hands slide fully underneath your top, fingernails digging into your back lightly as his other hand cradled your throat softly. wanting more, you slid your fingers through his hair again, tugging at it enough to make him jerk his hips upward, and you let out a soft moan at the contact between your lower bodies.

you placed your hand over his, making ii’s grip tighten around your throat, a soft grunt leaving his lips as you tugged at his hair again, his dark eyes wide as he looked up at you in adoration. a knock at the door drew both of your attention away, and you sighed in disappointment knowing your alone time was over as it was time to get back on the road.

you turned back to meet ii’s eyes again, now back to their normal hue, before he placed one last kiss on your swollen lips. you hummed in response as he took your hands in his and let you stand up, doing the same once you were steady on your feet. you began to walk towards the door but felt him pull you back, securing his arms around you in a tight hug. your arms snaked around his waist as he held you close to his chest, his soft lips kissing your forehead before he nuzzled his nose into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. finally letting you go, he pulled his mask back over his head, unlocking and opening the door to allow you to step out into the hall, greeted by iii who tilted his head playfully at the two of you. you elbowed him softly and heard both him and ii laugh softly, before the taller man tossed his arms over both of your shoulders, pulling you and ii into either side of him as you walked down the hallway.

you made it back to the tour bus, the stars illuminating the night sky above as you curled up on the couch with a blanket over your frame. ii sat down next to you, tucking you under his arm and allowing you to snuggle into his side, using his other hand to remove his mask once again. you pressed an innocent kiss to the now exposed skin of his neck, and he sighed happily, resting his head on top of yours. iv looked up from his phone at the two of you from his seat across the bus, laughing to himself as he snapped a quick photo of you as both you and ii drifted off to sleep.

#sleep token #sleep token ii #ii #ii sleep token #ii sleep token fic #sleep token fic #sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader #sleep token ii x reader #sleep token ii fic #sleep token ii imagine #ii sleep token imagine #ii x reader #ii fic #ii imagine

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onesaltyhunter · 11 months

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Sleep Token x Gender Neutral!Reader HCs

what type of inhuman creatures would they be?

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

VESSEL (I)

VAMPIRE

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

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

(It didn't work lmao)

He's still a hopeless romantic so he tried again

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

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

he's cold. like SO FUCKING COLD.

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

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

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

bro is HORNY like ON GOD

WERECAT

kinda shy--very cuddly though

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

either very energetic or very tired, no in-between

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The weird stare off lasted a solid minute

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

III

WEREWOLF

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

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

VERY ENERGETIC

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

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

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

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

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

Comes back acting as if nothing happened

FAE

very chill (as per usual)

loves to dance around

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

(Bro forgot he can do that 💀)

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

loves taking you to botanical gardens

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

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

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

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miss-multi45 · 3 months

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Hey lovely, it's me 🐝 again :)

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

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

hi sweetheart! ofc I can ♡♡♡

sleep token

iii

talks over them to get the point through

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

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

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

"uh excuse me, the fuck?!"

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

vessel

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

will not stop correcting them

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

ghouls

swiss

gets so defensive

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

will not leave it alone until they get it right

sodo

murders them

just kidding..maybe

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

rain

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

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

then he developed a passionate hatred for them

phantom

avoids them

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

mountain

stares down at them with judgment in his eyes

they get scared and refer to you properly now

aether

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

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

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

omega

scoops you up into his arms and leaves

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

alpha

"(correct pronouns), you idiot."

isn't nice about it, at all

he will never do anything nice for that person ever again

ifrit

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

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

ghoulettes

aurora

hugs you by the waist and corrects them

"it's (correct pronouns)."

secretly despises that person

cirrus

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

gets even more protective of you

makes sure that person doesn't do that again

cumulus

"no, (correct pronouns)."

like a teacher telling a child off

treats them like a child to annoy them

mist

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

very stern

similar to cumulus

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

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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 6 months

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

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

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

Part II - Part IV

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading, ily ❤️❤️❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah he tore out of here pretty quick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where is she?" II asks.

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

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

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

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

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dy6nsty · 3 months

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

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

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

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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III:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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IV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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musicmystics-world · 7 days

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𝐈𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐈𝐕 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

He’s very shy, so when you’re around others he will definitely be very quiet and only speak when he has to. He’ll most likely stay close to you because it makes him more comfortable.

He’s very protective of you. He’ll always have his hands on you, whether that be your waist or just him simply holding your hand.

His kisses are very passionate and loving. You can feel through his kisses how much he loves you. He takes his time, wanting to remember the moment in his head forever.

He likes having you with him when he’s in the studio. He likes when you watch him write music with Vessel.

Nicknames he would call you would be: love, darling, and sweetheart

His love language would probably be words of affirmation or physical touch. He would tell you “I love you” all the time and always give you compliments. As I said before, he would always have his hands somewhere on you. In a way, him always touching you makes him feel more comfortable and relaxed because he knows you’re there and safe.

When your home and doing something, he might try to distract you from it, so you pay attention to him. He just wants you to always pay attention to him. Sometimes if you’re working from home, he’ll drag you away from your desk to watch a movie with him and cuddle.

Speaking of cuddles, he loves cuddling with you. He’s very affectionate and just wants to be near you all the time. In the morning, if you try to get up, he will immediately pull you back against him and hold onto you like your his life line.

He’s very caring and loving. If you ever need anything he will do it for you.

When he returns from tour, he’s usually very tired and the only thing he wants to do is go to sleep in your arms. Usually your at the front door when he returns and as soon as he sees you he immediately collapses into you. You’ll guide him towards the bathroom and allow him to shower and once he’s done and dressed, he’ll instantly get in bed with you and wrap his arms around you and fall asleep.

Whenever he’s home from tour, he’s going to follow you everywhere like a lost puppy. He spent months without you and he wants to enjoy this time with you as much as possible before he has to leave again.

He’s very helpful and likes to make your life easier by helping with cleaning the house and occasionally cooking dinner.

He’s very aware that sometimes he can be overwhelming when he’s always trying to be near you, so he doesn’t overdo it and lets you have your space when you need it.

Overall, he’s very loving, caring, clingy if you will, but he would do just about anything for you and would love you full heartedly.

#ii sleep token #ii x reader #sleep token

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skellyflowers · 10 days

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My Sleep Token headcannons

● Vessel is always available for cuddles.

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

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

● II is a great listener .

●The best to talk out your feelings with.

● Makes Vessel stop pouting.

● III loves all frogs.

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

● He shows love with acts of service.

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

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

● King of after care.

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

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 6 months

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❧ vore novels — sleep token

key: fluff ✿ , angst ❦ , crack ✦ , platonic ✩ , slight nsfw ❤︎ , au ✪ , smut ❣︎ , yandere ➷ , dark fiction ✝︎

❝take a turn to a more quiet and discreet section in our library… the vore section. these mysterious beings sometimes linger within our church walls. they posses an energy that we enjoy… it helps bring us sleep.❞ —kosmo

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• WARNING: any of the keys that are in red that they will get an extra warning due to the intensity of the themes. please exert caution when reading fics with these keys

DISCLAIMER: all papas are written as FICTIONAL characters. how they’re written in my fics is not intended to be a reflection of the performer/actual person. everything written is purely fiction and is meant for entertainment purposes.

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➵ vessel

➵ “no purity” —afab reader, vessel, [nsfw] ❣︎

➵ ii