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Babe, I have a story idea, but I feel like I'm so bad at writing. Do you have any tips or tricks you can share as one of the best fic writers on here? TIA 🙏

First: what do you think is bad about your writing? Like is it just a self assessment or do you think you genuinely struggle with something? If it’s the latter, find out ways to tweak it. I can only speak from experience, but as someone who scored pretty damn high on her CAT-Q, I get a lot of fuel from reading other people’s stuff (or reading period) and trying something they do that I wish I was better at. (Sometimes the masking and camouflaging pays off) Like my pacing, I think, is shit sometimes once smut happens. So maybe I’ll poke around and see what other folks are doing. And sometimes when I’m trying something someone else does I’ll go “oh GOD NO THIS ISNT RIGHT” and then I’ll edit and find that the perspective change was enough to get the real results.

Second: read outside the fandom. Just give it a shot. I really love to see what the monster fucker and COD girlies are up to and find inspiration in the weirdest places. And there is nothing wrong with inspo from non lore related stuff (I am assuming we’re talking a sleep token story here). I am going to be so real rn and say that my Vessel is based on SO MANY THINGS I won’t touch the lore with a 10ft pole. And I’m having the time of my life and people like it. Which brings me to….

Number Third: own it. I know you think you’re bad at writing, but hey, I also think I’m bad. Why? Because trauma. Because human condition. Because low self esteem. Because because because. But once you pop that sucker out and press “post” and you tag it correctly where people read your stuff, you’re not stuck in the echo chamber anymore. Yes, engagement is a fickle thing rn, but you also just did it! You did it scared!

This is my advice and what has sustained me for the past year for the most part. I struggle a lot with fear about my writing and how it’ll be perceived because I take it personally. I can’t help that. That’s how my brain is wired but I also know how to see the good and fun parts of writing and that’s why I have so much posted on here now.

Just give it a shot. Really. You don’t have to post it, at least not yet. But let your story out 🥹🖤

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Please tell me you have a Masterlist for all your Fanfiction. Your Sleep Token writing is the best Ive ever seen. 🧎🏼‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙌🏻🥵🔥❤️

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There you go 😌 have fun

[babextoken]

Babe, I have a story idea, but I feel like I'm so bad at writing. Do you have any tips or tricks you can share as one of the best fic writers on here? TIA 🙏

First: what do you think is bad about your writing? Like is it just a self assessment or do you think you genuinely struggle with something? If it’s the latter, find out ways to tweak it. I can only speak from experience, but as someone who scored pretty damn high on her CAT-Q, I get a lot of fuel from reading other people’s stuff (or reading period) and trying something they do that I wish I was better at. (Sometimes the masking and camouflaging pays off) Like my pacing, I think, is shit sometimes once smut happens. So maybe I’ll poke around and see what other folks are doing. And sometimes when I’m trying something someone else does I’ll go “oh GOD NO THIS ISNT RIGHT” and then I’ll edit and find that the perspective change was enough to get the real results.

Second: read outside the fandom. Just give it a shot. I really love to see what the monster fucker and COD girlies are up to and find inspiration in the weirdest places. And there is nothing wrong with inspo from non lore related stuff (I am assuming we’re talking a sleep token story here). I am going to be so real rn and say that my Vessel is based on SO MANY THINGS I won’t touch the lore with a 10ft pole. And I’m having the time of my life and people like it. Which brings me to….

Number Third: own it. I know you think you’re bad at writing, but hey, I also think I’m bad. Why? Because trauma. Because human condition. Because low self esteem. Because because because. But once you pop that sucker out and press “post” and you tag it correctly where people read your stuff, you’re not stuck in the echo chamber anymore. Yes, engagement is a fickle thing rn, but you also just did it! You did it scared!

This is my advice and what has sustained me for the past year for the most part. I struggle a lot with fear about my writing and how it’ll be perceived because I take it personally. I can’t help that. That’s how my brain is wired but I also know how to see the good and fun parts of writing and that’s why I have so much posted on here now.

Just give it a shot. Really. You don’t have to post it, at least not yet. But let your story out 🥹🖤

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Be tormented with me and imagine the idea of sloppy naked make out with Vessel. He’s on top, letting his dick rub against you as he holds a wet kiss for way too long. Panting against your mouth, maybe drooling a little from how hungry he is for you.

Imagine how his brain turns off when you pull at his bottom lip or place soft, tender kisses along his smile lines. The corners of his pretty lips.

Imagine how pretty and slutty he looks with his mouth wet and puffy. How he pouts when you pull away to catch your breath, so he finds the juncture of your neck and shoulder so he can bite and kiss…whatever he wants.

Imagine that you belong to him in this moment as all you can do is grab at his waist and feel the way his muscles react to your touch and your sex rubbing against him. He’s murmuring that you “taste like fucking paradise” as he scoops you into his arms and holds you down against the bed. He’s leaking onto your tummy. It’s so soft and warm for him to writhe against.

Imagine how needy he sounds. Bucking his hips against you like he isn’t allowed to have you. A muzzled animal in a rut. Would you let him loose?

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What’s that you say? Smutty fluffy self indulgent fic with soft bf!vessel x plus size gf!reader? Wow🖤🙂‍↕️😇

established relationship • plus size reader • morning sex • thigh riding • dirty talk • pet names • some body worship 🖤 • icky sticky cutey

“You’re so warm.”

“And you’re chilly. Where’d you go, sugar?”

“Hmmm.” Vessel tucks his face in your neck as he snuggles closer to you under the deliciously warm blankets. “I was going to go run…but it’s raining and you look so cuddly.” He places soft kisses on your clothed shoulders before moving to your neck.

“You feel like a little ghost.”

“Oh?” His kisses move to your cheek. “See through? Spooky?”

You chuckle and rub his back absentmindedly with your nails. “No, dummy. You’re ice cold.” Finally your lips meet his. He isn’t cold for long when his arms snake around you and your bodies press against one another. Your hand trails down his side to his thigh. You squeeze it lightly and let out a little hum. “Mm strong boy.” Vessel moans and inhales sharply as you massage his toned body.

“You like your spider monkey?” he jokes. He thinks he’s a lanky mess. And maybe he is.

“I do.” You giggle and kiss his neck as his hands explore under your sweatshirt. “And you like this?”

“Hm. What could you be?”

“Chubby bunny?”

He squeezes your ass. “Eh. Not sure if I like that. You’re precious like a bunny…or a fairy…but maybe…” He starts to squeeze and massage your waist. “Maybe you’re my little cupcake.”

“Groan. Really, Ves?” you tease as his face moves to your neck again.

“You’re sweet.” kiss “It’s fun to…peel your little wrapper off…” kiss

You laugh and try to roll away but he traps you in his embrace. He’s so silly. But so sexy.

“There’s a whole lot of you in one compact little package. What’s not to like? Like a teddy bear.”

Your kisses become more desperate. Longer. Needier. You feel Vessel’s leg nudge between yours and you let it in. His strong thigh is flush with your pussy. Your hips have a mind of their own and grind down, your legs squeezing. It is impossible to keep from moving like this. And he encourages it, holding your plush hips loosely so you can move. He pulls from the kiss eventually and tightens his grip.

“Slow down, bear…” he chuckles. You had started humping him like a teenager in the backseat of a car. You blush and slow down, feeling a little embarrassed. “Just slow down…it’s not going anywhere.” He places kisses on your forehead as he starts to move you the way he wants. “No one’s taking it from you. Just relax… I’m right here…just feel good for me.”

And he holds you. Let’s you rut against his thigh as he kisses your face.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers huskily in your ear. He sucks and nibbles on your earlobe as his spidery fingers trail up to your breast, coaxing your nipple to harden under his index finger. “You feel good, don’t you?”

You nod and whimper, feeling any tension melt out of your body as you slump like a ragdoll. He gropes your tits and moans softly—you love how much he loves them. You’re still riding his thigh without chasing any release. Just feeling to feel. You lift your sweatshirt up, inviting him wordlessly bury his face in your chest. God it feels amazing, him kissing and swirling his tongue on your nipple like he’s making out with you. The fire growing from your tummy to your pussy makes you clamp your thighs hard around him. He purrs from between your tits and maneuvers to lay back. The fingers of his left hand rubs your pussy a bit clumsily only because it isn’t his dominant hand but it still feels good. As he leaves little wet, pink marks from his acts of worship you can only let out little gasps and tiny whimpers…trying to say his name…trying to tell him how good it feels. But he knows. He knows how good it feels to have your body worshiped by the person who loves you. Hell. You taught him how. His mouth moves to your tummy. Your squishy softness that he loves so much.

“There’s so much of you…” he whispers against your skin, “and I still can’t get enough.”

You smile and chuckle a little, letting your hand drift below the covers to rub his stomach and tease the waistband of his sleep pants. “What a line, Ves.”

“Did you like that, darling?” He knows you’re just messing with him. He comes up and kisses your lips much to your delight. His lips are so soft. So naturally pouty. Pretty boy.

“I mean, I did…It was just…”

“Bit cheesy, yeah?”

You laugh and hold him close in a deep kiss. You were so in sync with one another as you both worked to get off each pjs. No one needed to ask if the other one was ready. Or if they wanted it. Your bodies just knew.

How many times have you done this? Watched him wince in pleasure and mutter little whispered curses as he pushes his cock inside your tight wet core? “Take it take it take it…fuck you’re so good. Such a good girl. My sexy little thing.” It doesn’t get old. It gets sexier each time. He bottoms out but immediately starts to fuck you steadily, his balls and public bone pressing firmly against you with each thrust in. He towers over you, making you feel tiny with his long arms caging in you against the bed. “Mmm fuck. Fuck…girlie I’m so sorry…I’m…”

It makes you laugh a little that he’s concerned about cumming when you’ve been cumming. “It’s ok…cum with me, Ves…please…”

His eyes burn through you in a way that makes you blush despite having done this and seen him this way a countless number of times. Vessel gently lifts your hands above your head and pins them both with one of his wide hands. His other hand comes up to your cheek, caressing you gently…a stark contrast to how he’s rutting into you and being such a dirty boy in your ear. “You want me to cum with you, sugar? Are you gonna make me? Huh? My best…gorgeous girl…” He collapses on you, gasping and whimpering in your ear, softly thrusting as he rides out his high. Instead of catching his breath, he lets his lips mash against you, his tongue licking in past your lush, pretty lips. You nuzzle your nose against his. Your hands flex under his grip.

“You gonna let me get up, sweet boy?”

Uh oh. You know that look.

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Incredible. Sleep Token’s own meteorologist (and mine but anyways) appreciated my joke🥹

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Incredible. Sleep Token’s own meteorologist (and mine but anyways) appreciated my joke🥹

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Sculptured Web by anncarringtonart

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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No, yeah, I'm sure referring to myself as "we" when I'm talking to others, like I'm gollum from lord of the rings or something, is totally a normal thing one does.

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Vessel just...?! Dancing? Stomping?! Idk but I really like it :)

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Getting pinned down by vessel would heal me

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Short, self indulgent sexy tenderness with boyfriend!vessel

vessel x f!reader

Vessel sucked in his bottom lip and bit it with a soft whimper. There you were, his new girlfriend, standing in the doorway of his bedroom in what you said was “something special.” An emerald satin-y bralette with matching cheeky panties. He feels practically glued to the bed as you approach. The way you gingerly walk over is a stark contrast to how sexy you look. Vessel likes that about you. He loves that about you. How you toe the line between precious and devastatingly sexy. His eyes rake up and down your body as reaches out, beckoning you to sit in his lap. He helps you to straddle him as he bends his legs to support your plush butt. He holds your hands out a little to look at you…take you in.

“Oooh. Let me look at you. My new…little…toy.”

Your little giggle and blush…the way you try to hide your face…god he just loves you. He wouldn’t say that just yet. No. It’s too soon. But when he feels your warmth and looks into your eyes…shit. He’s so whipped. He’d do anything for you. In fact, even if you changed your mind about being intimate tonight, he’d still relish in what you did get to do. But the way your hips instinctively rolled against his lap when his fingers trailed up your arms told him that you were up for…mm…who knows. He lets his fingers trail over your collarbones but stops before trailing down your breasts.

“I wonder…if my new toy….makes noise.” His fingers down to your back before squeezing your love handles playfully and tickling you. Oh your laugh is angelic. Even if you think it’s too loud. Too weird. Finally he stops his assault and composes himself. “Can I keep touching you?”

You nod and bite your lip as his hands smooth down your chest. You’re impossibly soft. How could such a precious girl want to be with a tortured guy like him? He pushes that thought aside quickly when your back arches and you sigh as he uses his fingertips to trace the hem of your bralette. He’s in heaven. His face lights up as the pads of his fingers move across your nipples.

“Look at that…” he sighs as your nipples harden under his touch and rub against the fabric. “Just from me touching you. Hm? Happy in lap? Being touched…appraised?”

“Hehehe…Veeessss,” you giggle and moan a little when lightly pinches your buds.

He chuckles right back and takes advantage of your giddiness by pulling one of your straps down, but he also makes sure to watch your body language. Your reactions. When your bralette is pulled all the way down, your breath catches.

“They’re not really…”

Oh he has no time for this. He won’t listen to you say anything bad about your body…not when he strains against his jeans at the mere sight of your neck when your hair is up. Or when you hold a glass just so. He shuts you up with a kiss…which turns into slow wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Vessel sits up more to bring you closer, pressing his face into your cleavage. He groans softly as his hands knead and massage you. He’s done asking…done asking for permission to make you feel good. Vessel lets his tongue ghost over your nipple until he can’t stand it and takes it in his mouth. He almost purrs when your hand goes into his hair…keeping him there as switches between licks and gentle sucks. He needs you impossibly close.