I kinda want to do some sleep token rambles, and maybe make a post about every line where Vessel compares himself to an insect. But also this will hurt me, and I know this. but I am so tempted.
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Take a Bite (of Me)
He was home alone, the lights were low, so there was only the lamp behind him where he was sitting on the couch, casting a warm glow over him and his book.
He was home alone, until he felt the crackle in the air, the shift in the pressure, the feeling of his god materializing in the portal that was, for all purposes an empty room they called his, the door of which when opened by Sleep would be the gateway to his world, the world of gods. Vessel only felt the change when he was in the living room or kitchen in a clear open space with the door, but he was glad for it this time, marking his page by dog earring it, and tossing it on the coffee table, as he felt Sleep come up to the back of the couch and loom over him, casting shadow in the golden glow.
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Or; Sleep is in a softer mood, and decides to indulge in Vessel's love of his mouth, covering him in hickies.
New fic guys! eat up, lmao.
as always you need to be logged into ao3 to be able to read my fics, read the tags (though this one is on the softer side and I don't think theres many trigger warnings.... probably the only fic in this series I have thats 'soft', lmao) and enjoy!
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the first 500 words of this sleep token fic flowed off my fingertip and if that says something about this fic its that its gonna happen lmao.
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