#sleep token iii imagine

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Sleep

a/n did this need to be this long? No. But is it impossible to not make everything slightly sexual with these eepy boys? Yes. Someone needs to take my phone away. I also have exhaustion fever so this is actually a fever dream. Edited version.

summary: Sleep token with a model reader (preferably fem, but you can totally make it gn) like she's not a famous model, but like she's good at what she does and so eepy boys are like, "ooh they make good sht what if we hire her for an album cover or something"

warning: slightly sexual….?

sleep token boys x reader

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“You’re looking at her like she’s the last supper," ii snorted after a while of watching Vessel practically drool over you. The post-show gatherings were rare. Well, the ones where the team could bring plus ones were. Boys usually stuck around for a quick photo, their way of showing how much they appreciated everyone’s work before they disappeared into the privacy of the back rooms. But not today. And for the very first time, it felt worth it.

“She might be," iii snickered, his eyes equally as pleased with the sight in front of him. “Let me clean your drool”, iv brings a napkin towards Vessel’s lips, one that the lead singer is quick to push away. “She would fit the next album," it’s barely a whispers, but they all fix their gaze on you now.

“I’ve seen her around," iii mutters, trying to think where it was, but the sea of people after a while just goes mushy. “Yeah, because you’ve been liking her pictures," iv says, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if that’s not weird. How the fuck would you know that?”, but the look iii shoots at his bandmate is met with a middle finger. "Vess, we already have the shoot planned for Friday”, ii is quick to interfere. He is always the most put-together one, making sure the plan stays where it should, once the ground rules are placed. "Yeah, but I don’t like what we got,"  Vess waves his hand around, “We need her," and here it is, no longer a maybe but the tone of a man who had set his mind. 

“She could be sleep”, it’s almost a plea as Vess looks among the guys. “Look at her."  Crocking his head to the side, Vess once again lets himself shamelessly admire you. “The hair, the skin, and the eyes, look at her eyes." As if feeling all four sets of eyes burning into your skin, you finally glance their way. And it’s as if, with your gaze alone, you had set off the panic. “Don’t look, don’t look,"  Vess hisses, head down, with iii grasping for his beer that nearly slipped through his fingers. “How old are we, three?”, iv hisses, placing his bottle down, before stepping forward. "Ivy,"  Vess catches his arm, but iv only gives him a serious look before adding, “This is creepy; we need to go talk to her, not gawk like a pack of creeps”. 

You watch him approach you. The confidence oozing off him feels infectious. As if the whole room is pulsing to the beat of him. "Hey," he says as he slides down the booth to get closer to you. "Hi," you greet him, smiling, as you shoot him a little wave. “Never seen you before," his voice is smooth, steady, and perky enough to make you guess that he’s smirking beneath the mask. “Is that why you were staring?”, you ask, watching his eyes. He chuckles lightly before lifting his hands up, “Caught red-handed." And you can’t help but chuckle alongside him. 

“I don’t know if you know...", iv starts after a moment. "Who you are?", you finish for him, and he visibly halts. Because that had been exactly what he was going to ask. “I do; I’m friends with Sam,"  you point to the man in question, who’s posing for a picture with a mask as well. 

“Lucky son of a bitch," iv mutters, watching him for a moment before pulling his gaze back to you. A slight silence falls. “Join us for a drink,"  he says, nodding towards the table he came from. You gaze there, earning a salute from ii. iii just lifts his bottle up. It’s Vess, whose eyes you can’t see, but you know that they are set on you. “Is this a kidnapping?”, you look up at iv. “Most definitely,"  he nods, and you’re quick to follow his actions. “Alright then.”

It feels as if an unexpectedly found puzzle piece that fit to Vess as he watches you in the glass little pool. The mesh material of your dress is soaked and floating all around you. And the rain installation slowly turning from clear to pitch black. Drowning you out in darkness. “That’s it,"  he hears the director shout, “Look up." But Vessel doesn’t even look at the actual footage the camera is getting; his gaze is glued on you. An actual vision in front of him. 

“She’s fucking good; you've got to give her that,"  ii mumbles as he too watches the shoot. All of them are here. They were never here for shit like this, but today they were almost first. “I need a picture with her; can we get her in some promo shit too?”, iii once again pushes the narrative he had been trying to shove down everyone’s throats the moment you agreed. “She might not want to,"  Vess trails off. “Have you asked?”, iii nudges him, like a kid who’s not getting the exact candy he was looking for. 

“Can you get horny from watching someone…", iii changes his tone, but iv is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth. “If you make her feel weird, I will de-ball you myself,"  he hisses, giving him a little shove. The crew helps you step out before someone is quick to drape a dry towel over your shoulders. “Here to investigate your investment?”, you shoot them a smile, surprised to see them here. Mostly because everyone reassured you that they would not be here. 

“I like to follow the process,"  Vessel blurts out. “Hope it’s up to your liking,"  you mutter right as he brushes the strand of hair away from your face. “More than exceeded my expectations." His words throw you off center for a heartbeat before a smile spreads across your face. “Mind taking more pictures?”, iv nods your way. Your shoulders sag lightly as you glance at the screen, “You don’t like these?” “Oh shit, not like that, I mean with us,"  he quickly adds. You look at them. Blinking slowly. “But you... you don’t take pictures like that,"  you frown slightly. You’ve read through the papers their management sent out this morning. There was the underlined part that said no content regarding bad members would be taken. “Just feel like changing shit up,"  Vess glances at the setup. “This won’t do, but I have an idea.”

What follows after that is a slight madman frenzy. You watch Vess explain exactly what he wants from the production team. Going as far as scribbling the placement of objects on paper. “Is he always like this?”, you ask after a moment. “Passionate?”, ii ask, and you’re quick to nod. “When inspiration strikes, yes," iii nods along. “He pretty much fell out of a second-floor bunk in the middle of the night once because a lyric came up in his head and he had nowhere to write it down."  A chuckle slips from ii’s lips, and you can’t help but glance at him. Having him be so talkative feels like a gift in a way. “That’s beautiful,"  you muse, “loving something so much." The boys simply hum in response before the makeup and clothes department ushers them in. 

“Vess will direct it from now; follow his lead; and don’t overthink it,"  the lady walking you back on stage, brushes your hand in reassurance. The place is a lot dimmer now. Yet the lights reflect off the water just as beautifully. There’s a drum set in the middle of the set, with extra support beams intact too. You frown slightly as you hand the tower off to your makeup artist. “Do you mind lying down?”, Vessel asks. “In the water?”, you ask, but Vess is quick to shake his head. “On the drums." You swallow, glancing at ii, who’s already standing by his seat. "Sure," you breathe out, stepping onto the rearranged platforms. His eyes follow your every move, and he’s quick to gesture to his chair, no doubt as a step stool for you to get on. 

“Let me help you," ii says, taking hold of your hands before steadying your steps. “Won’t I break it?", you ask, looking at the drums. “It’s a fake; even if it breaks, it doesn’t matter."  The smoothness of II's voice sends shivers down your spine as you step onto the drums before slowly lowering yourself down. ii’s hands stay nearby, you can feel their warmth but not their touch. Your eyes lock right as you sprawl out. Letting the top of your body bend over the set. 

"Fuck."  It’s so quiet and low that you’re sure you’ve imagined it. Someone warns you about the water before your body and the drums are drenched. “I’ll only hit the plates; don’t get spooked out," ii warns you, yet you don’t have a chance to answer. The drizzle picks up, you gaze up, meeting his eyes, and the sound around you erupts, alongside the flashes of the camera. It goes like that for a couple of minutes. It feels like forever and then a blink of your imagination. And then you’re being pulled back up. “Good?”, ii mutters. You nod, and he mimics your movement. “Good. It will be hard not to see you every time I look at my drums now,"  he admits before stepping aside, the prep team swarming all around you. Making your head dizzy. 

Someone’s saying something about how sets with guitars will be less challenging, and you catch the sight of iii stepping on with a mask you hadn’t yet seen. “Scary?”, he chuckles. "No,"  you say, shaking your head, feeling slightly breathless. “It’s... mesmerizing." He lets out a low laugh. “That’s a first." And within a heartbeat, you’re sitting in the water with iii towering over you. Your hands are snaking up his legs and lower stomach as you arch your head up to watch his face. There’s no way to read his emotions. However, the vein in his neck says enough. You’re aware of the flashes, but it’s as if that part of reality is not there. iii’s body disappears after a while, and then he’s right there, inches from your face, leaning forward to look right at you. 

iv strolls in almost immediately after. Sharing a look with iii as they pat each other on the shoulder. And then the man built on confidence is right in front of you. “Care for a cuddle?”, he muses, sitting down in the water and spreading his legs apart. You just stare at him. Feeling your head spin. “Do I need to sit you down?”, he shoots you a daring look, and you instantly sink to your knees. “You minx,"  he says, shaking his head, “Come on, lean against my chest." You follow his lead, sliding between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He pulls his guitar in front of you two. Your fingers slip onto his thighs, then slowly upon his arms and towards his guitar. Before you look up, to find his blue orbs watching you with unmatched insanity. “Get why you left II and III in shambles now,"  he says, ever so slightly brushing his masked lips against your ear. 

You feel in a trance by the time you see Vessel standing behind his keyboard stand. “Do you mind?”, you’re not sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you shook your head. And then you instantly regret not asking because his hands are around your waist as he lifts you onto the keyboard. You let out a slight shriek, and his face instantly turns to you. “It’s okay, it’s okay; just didn’t expect that,"  you’re quick to reassure him. “Just do what feels natural,"  Vess mutters before turning to step in front of the keyboard. You pull one of your legs up, bending it beneath you, and turn slightly so you can face him better. His fingers move over the keys, head down. You watch him for a moment before slowly reaching out. Fingers brushing the exposed part of his face before ever so slightly inching beneath the mask as you turn his face towards you. Trying to figure out why a man of such talent and power wasn’t all that quick to take control. 

“How much freaky is too freaky?”, you ask him. Vess crocks his head to the side before asking, “Have you seen us on stage?” You smirk, bring your other leg over the keyboard, spreading your legs enough to make room for Vessel to stand in between. “Own it then,"  you say, reaching for his hands, moving one to your hip and placing the other in the middle of your chest. “The question here is, what keys are you playing, Vess?” You stare right at him before leaning back. He’s quick to steady you. Leaving his hands where you had placed them before lifting the one resting on your chest up as if he’s pulling your soul out of your body, right as you arch your back. “Fucking vision, fucking sleep,"  Vess grunts under his breath, drinking in the sight of you. 

The photograph shouts cut, and you let yourself breathe for a moment before holding onto Vessel’s forearms as you pull yourself up. “You are something else,"  he grunts, helping you down, and you can tell that his hands linger. “They do say that I’m good at what I do."  You wink at him. “Wrapping four grown men around your finger, you mean?”, he smirks at you before nodding to the side. You glance up only to find three sets of eyes looking at you as if you had been a vision sent by god, or maybe the devil himself. 

[fadetodvst]

[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 :)

[funera1pyre]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fritz-federleicht]

Friends to Lovers/ Vessel x reader

Summary: A close friendship evolves into love after a show.

Words: 633

FLUFF

You and Vessel have been really good friends for many years.

There's always been a certain level of intimacy and trust between you. Sometimes a cuddle on the shoulder, sometimes a gentle rub of the thumb over the cheek or a kiss on the hair.

His bandmates tease you, claiming Vessel and you are in a relationship and you both just don't know about it yet.

"I'm so tired." You mumble, dropping onto the black leather sofa in the backstage area, exhausted. A sigh of relief escapes you as you watch Vessel out of the corner of your eye as he removes his white mask with the red details in front of a mirror

"What about me?" He asks with a grin and opens the clasp at the back of his head. "You just stood next to the stage and watched. I gave it my all and sang."

"And danced." You add with a grin.

"Yes, and danced." Vessel replies with a soft chuckle and places the mask next to the black charcoal he applied to his body before his performance... or rather, you applied it.

"I could sleep through a whole year after the tour." He says and watches his charcoal-stained face in the mirror for a moment.

You lean your head back against the soft backrest of the sofa and look up at the ceiling with a grin. "You say that every time and then you sleep just like you did on tour, maybe an hour longer." You say playfully.

Vessel laughs softly and sits down right next to you. His shoulder brushes yours as he leans back with a relieved sigh.

You tilt your head to the side and look at him.

It doesn't take him long to notice your gaze and he turns his head towards you. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen an alien."

A grin creeps onto your lips. "I just find it amusing how messed up you look after every show." You say with a shrug and raise your hand to brush your fingers across his cheek.

He rolls his eyes playfully and gently clasps your wrist. "Go ahead and make fun of me." He says, rubbing small circles on your skin.

You look at each other in a moment of silence, his gaze darts from your eyes to your lips.

And finally, the other Sleep Token guys would be standing next to you cheering, Vessel slowly moves his face closer to yours.

You can literally imagine III's cry of joy as your lips meet in a gentle kiss.

Butterflies ignite in every fiber of your body. Your lips melt together as if they were made for each other.

But they part far too quickly.

You open your eyes as Vessel leans back. "That was..." You whisper.

"It was perfect." Vessel says softly in a husky voice. His thumb circles your wrist gently.

"I never thought..." A smile forms on your lips. "...that this would ever happen between us."

"It just felt right to do it." He looks into your eyes and can't help the playful tone in his voice. "And besides, we're already very intimate with each other anyway."

You grin softly and answer playfully. "Basically, it's the same as before."

"Exactly." He leans closer to you. "Except now I'll kiss your lips more often instead of just your forehead."

Vessel looks at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Mhm." You hum, which is enough of an answer for Vessel as he gently presses his lips back to yours.

If III knew what was happening next to his room... he'd probably jump for joy, just like your heart leaps in your chest as you gently return Vessel's kiss.

[dewracle]

Animals

PAIRING - Sleep Token IV x GN! Reader

SUMMARY - IV fucks you and fills you, using your body for his own pleasure.

WARNINGS - NSFW, rough Sex, slight blood play, overstimulation, slight animal-like behavior

AUTHOR'S NOTE - I wrote most of this in July 2023 but added to it recently. A couple of people asked me privately for more IV content so this is for y'all. Very sorry it is kinda short, I am working on other projects for the future!

WORD COUNT - 755

Master List

IV has you pressed up into a breeding press, your knees next to your face as he pounds into you. The wet sound of your slick echoed through the room as his dick plunged deeper and deeper with each thrust. His teeth brushed against the heavy rapid heartbeat of your pulse.

“Mmm Fuck-! IV please baby!” You whine out, grabbing at his shoulders, clawing your way down to his forearms. The male growls lowly in your ear, pushing your legs together into one of his hands, now only using one while the other is buried in your hair. You whine softly at the pull, IV pulling your head to the side to bare more of your neck. His sharp fang-like teeth dig into your pulse causing your moans to echo throughout the room.

Your sweet voice driving him wild, growling louder as he pushes your legs to the side, positioning you on your side. Whining with tearful eyes you sniffle at him, eyes clouded over with bliss, voice meek and gooey with pleasure. Through the broken moans from his pounding, you throw your head back begging for the other, “Baby, please! You- You’re going to break me! Slowdown slowdown..!”

He pauses for a second, a sadistic smile on the vessel’s face, “Oh darling we’re just getting started.” Now his hips are thrusting faster, pushing you almost past your limits, hitting much deeper than you’ve ever reached with your pathetic little dildos and toys IV chuckles to himself at your little ah’s as he pushes deep inside of you. The wetness of the lube now spreading against his thighs, no matter how good he stretched you out with his thick fingers, he still needed lots of lube to open you.

You mewl out when his hands grab at your leg, his own nails digging into you, drawing whelps of blood from your fragile skin. The thick liquid running down your body and coating his fingers, he brought them to his mouth slowly. IV purposely made eye contact with you, snapping his fingers in your face when you wouldn’t focus on him. His tongue dipped out of his mouth, wrapping around his fingers, lapping the blood away. Spit and drool dripped from his now clean fingers, some landing on your hot sensitive skin.

Your slopping wet hole clenched around him at the sight of the vessel. Shifting, you reach up as best as your shaky hands can, pulling him into a heated kiss of tongue and teeth. He allows you, forcing himself closer to you, trying to rut into your sweet hole like an animal. 

A sharp gasp as you pulled away from the kiss, he had bitten your lip to the point of bleeding. IV’s eyes now staring at the crimson on your kiss-bruised lips. You let out a soft whimper as you feel yourself getting close to an orgasm, feeling the tight heat in your stomach coming to a close. 

“Baby! Baby,” You tried to warn him, the vessel only smiling and keeping his steady pace. “Let go for me bunny, cum all over my cock” 

The growl of his voice sent you over the edge, body tensing up as the wash of pleasure coated you. The scream you let out could be heard outside of the room, your voice cracking as you mewl for IV. He chuckles, covering your mouth to quiet you as he continues to chase his own pleasure, using your body for whatever he wants.

You tried squirming away from the intense onslaught of thrusts, his pace picking up as he got closer to cumming. You almost let out a sigh of relief when you left the tell-tell signs of his cock twitching roughly inside of you. IV’s soft moans were covered up as he buried himself in your neck, hips stuttering as he attempts to fuck you full. 

The two of you sat panting, cum dripping out of your hole while his cock softened inside of you. Everything was silent for a little bit as you shuffled your legs so they were on either side of IV, spread wide while his cock still rested inside of you. The vessel stared down at you, eyes unreadable while he rubbed at your thighs.

“Did so good for me baby… Filled me so well” The keen that ripped from IV’s voice at your comment almost broke your heart. You pulled him down to kiss you, lips brushing against one another, tender and almost timid compared to the others. “I’ve got you big guy…”

Master List

[the-summ0ning]

Sleep Token HC: Fall Festivities [ III ]

I’m back with some super short n sweet wholesome fluff HCs for the eepy boys. A stroke of inspo esp after talking to @inv3ga about what the boys would be for halloween 👹

III loves to do as much as he can during the fall time!!!

Haunted houses, hikes during peak leaf season, apple picking, pumpkin patches, bonfires, Halloween parties, fall markets, handing out candy to trick or treaters—he wants to do it all

And more importantly he wants to do it all with YOU

But most importantly—to show off his impressive fall wardrobe!!

You can’t convince me this man wouldn’t have an arsenal of some sick ass fits he’s curated for this time of the year?

The jackets, hoodies, layers of different prints and textures, doc martens, loafers, fuck it I see a pair of Uggs in the lineup too? III in a beanie?? A functional scarf to elevate a plain chilly day outfit? C’mon

Will definitely hold you on his shoulders so you can get the nicest shiny apple high up in the tree, just to admire how proud you look being able to snag it

And to tease you for being too short to grab it

Coming home with a shit ton of apples, donuts, pastries, and regretting it

“Should we hand out apples for Halloween this year?” He pondered to you, hands on his hips. Knowing he was not a baker of any sort, and he did not actually eat them

Has to carve pumpkins, determined to do the most complicated design. Creating utter chaos in your house. Pumpkin chunks and guts everywhere, covering you, the table, counters

“We’re painting pumpkins next year instead.” You glare playfully at him once you were done and assessed the aftermath.

“Sure we are, babe.” He wipes a stray seed from your cheek, pressing a sweet innocent kiss to your lips

I see him being a big beetlejuice guy. That becomes an annual comfort movie for him and part of his personality for the entire month of October

He forces you to lay on the couch and watch it with him, trapping you with his oversized lanky body to the the sofa, even when you know he’s going to fall asleep within the first hour

Dying his hair an electric green and everything going all out

He goes as him for Halloween with you being bride Lydia or Beetlejuice too? Him in a pin striped suit I’m feral

He’s so into matching and coordinating with you in general, so ofc he loves matching costumes

If there’s a competition at a party you two are attending for best couples costume—he’s going all in—he can’t have Sam and his plus one win like last year again!

They’re usually basic, not super thoughtful or witty, but you two are so cute anyway!

Would be the bf to get you a boo basket, especially if he hadn’t had the time to do enough things with you like he planned

Fills it with all your favorite candies and snacks, but is sure to include a shit ton of cheesy stuff too like gummy eyeballs, candy corn, and pumpkins. Your favorite beverages, a new warm blanket, candles, and trinkets of your special interests

Ofc topped with a corny filthy pickup line as the note

“I’m not a cannibal but I would like to eat you later.”

[changewingwentz]

My First fanart offering 👋👋🙏

looking at manga covers with plots centered around fashion and their official arts on here due to severe art block and thought man I want iii to be put in there cuz I love his fit in the new era wooooo and it’s perfect to me but with a horror twist yknow

So I imagine him being in a cover of a visual novel or manga adaptation for funsies

Other additions below (without filter + texts!)

[badomensgoodomens]

Realised I haven't posted in a tad but I knew I had one sleeptoken draft and HOLY SHIT was I ovulating when I wrote this drabble????

needy vessel :((

vessel truly just has sooooo much love for you. After months and months of pining and writing songs he finally asks you out and you consume his waking days for eternity. You're all he ever thinks about.

Imagine the pure distress on that man's face when their manager tells them you can't tag along this tour. Utter despair. It's the end of the world.

he'd give up everything for you.

even when he's buried neck deep in work, the moment you step foot in the studio with food, he's so sweet to you. Letting you sit on his lap while he tells you about the lyrics he wrote specifically for you :((

He plans to marry you, get down on one knee somewhere private with a small beach wedding. Wants a big house and 3 kids. He's already got his vows written. Preparing for the day he can recite them with his head between your legs.

[takemebacktocaitlyn]

The rain pelted against the tour bus window, the wind made a whistling sound as lightning illuminated the sky, soon followed by an aggressive rumble of thunder. You sat on the couch between Vessel and II, IV sat in front of the three of you on the beanbag chair while the four of you watched a movie. II held the bowl of popcorn you all were sharing, throwing a few pieces up into the air and skillfully catching them each time in his mouth and earned a giggle from you each time. Since you were beside him getting a few pieces were easy to you where as Vessel had to reach over to reach the bowl, and it was humorous when he’d let out an annoyed growl when II would move the bowl out of reach with a shit eating smirk on his face. IV would reach up and behind him to grab some pieces, or because he was positioned perfectly in front of you while sitting on the beanbag chair, he would lean his head back with his mouth open and wait patiently for you to pop some pieces of the buttery snack in there. The only one missing was III.

“Where’s III at?” IV asked with a mouth full of popcorn, finally allowing his eyes to scan around the small living room area of the tour bus for the bassist.

“I thought it was relatively more quiet,” II spoke as he tossed another piece of popcorn into his mouth. You elbowed him in the side slightly.

“Don’t be a dick,” You said with a giggle. You turned your attention towards IV. “He’s in his bunk reading.”

“Did I hear that right?” Vessel questioned next, playfully patting his ear with the palm of his head. “I could have sworn you said III was back in his bunk reading.”

You rolled your eyes before. “You heard correctly.”

“Wasn’t aware he could do that,” IV laughed before giving a shocked ‘ouch’ when he felt your foot jab him in the lower part of his back. He looked leaned his head back to look up at you. “Oh, come on love, it was funny.”

“What’s he even reading anyways?” Vessel asked while leaned over some, staring down the small hallway of the bus that held your bunks.

“Oh he borrowed one of mine,” You informed before getting a handful of the popcorn.

The other men were silent for a bit, six pair of eyes on you. You had momentarily turned your attention back to the movie, not wanting to miss stuff in it since you had never watched it before. But the burning gazes caused you to turn your attention back to the men you called your friends. You raised an eyebrow warily. “What?”

“He’s reading one of your books, Y/N?” Vessel questioned, an eyebrow of his own raised. You nodded your head. “One of your innocent books I presume.”

II gave a chuckle from beside you. “What innocent books, Vess? I’ve read over their shoulder before. Those books are anything but innocent.” He remarked, turning his clear blue eyes on you. The pointed look you gave him only made the drummer laugh a little more. “What? Love, you know I’m right. Praise kink, degradation, chains and whips, a lot of dark themes, throw in some demon fucking, there was that one with the minotaur from that book you bought off of TikTok with that had a daddy kink thing going on—“

You quickly covered his mouth with your hand. Your eyes wide. “Stop, stop, stop, stop!”

“A minotaur with a daddy kink fetish?” Vessel questioned, a brows furrowed together.

“Demon fucking?” IV asked now, pausing the movie with the remote.

“Throw in some men in mask and you got the cherry on the cake.” II quickly inserted after prying hour hand from his mouth, laughing at your failed attempt at beating him. He held your wrist in his hand and pulled you to him, wrapping his strong arms around you. “They seem to love those kinds.”

“Please stop..” You pleaded against his chest, voice muffled from where your face was hidden. You felt II kiss the top of your head before letting you go. You sighed before settling back into the couch, wrapping yourself tighter with the blanket with a heavy blush on your face forming. “And it isn’t any of those.”

“There’s more—ow!” IV exclaimed as he felt you kick him in the back again. Whatever joke he was about to begin lost now. “I was joking!”

“Knock it off,” Vessel spoke next, his attention on the guitarist. His tone was stern and IV rolled his eyes before slumping down in the beanbag, crossing his arms over his chest like a child have a temper tantrum. Vessel shook his head before turning his attention back on you, his voice soft like his smile. “Now, what book did you let III read?”

A tiny smile graced your face. For some the smile would seem nothing but innocent, but to Vessel he knew different. The tiny mischievous twinkle in your eye and how a faint lift of a smirk in the corner of your lips was hidden beneath your sweet, tiny smile, Vessel knew your cunning side was in full force.

“Well—”

Before you could finish your sentence the all too familiar voice of III, albeit laced with shock, rang out from his closed bunk in the hallway.

“HE SHOVED IT FUCKING WHERE!?”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Here’s a sleep token thought for you.

Lazy morning sex. With whoever you want, or what it would be like with each of them.

Run wild with it. Feel free to spiral.

(Please and thank you. I love your writing)

Favorite flavor

a/n I’m supposed to leave for a conference in 20 min. What am I doing… when am I not horny for this man.

warning: iii smut duhhhhhhhhhh

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Morning light filtered through the room. The Saturday morning you two had been dying to spend together in peace was finally here. iii had been busy with the preparation of the tour. You had been swallowed by your nine-to-five job. Both came home drained and exhausted. Both with no desire to do anything other than sit in fluffy sweats and watch silly movies. But today was supposed to be different. You two had planned out the whole day together. Just you two and all the little things you loved doing before the chaos of life took that away.

You stirred slowly. A smile instantly spread over your face as you felt the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Light snores still leaving his lips. You nuzzled closer, kissing his left shoulder as you inched towards his neck, cuddling deeper into his chest. iii’s arms almost immediately wrapped around your torso as he pulled you slightly higher onto his body.

“Morning..”, he muttered groggily, eyes still closed. “Morning, darling”, you mused, brushing your fingers through his hair. iii hummed at the feeling, turning his head closer to your touch. “How did you sleep?”, you muttered, knowing that he needed his rest before all the insanity of the upcoming shows. “With you next to me - it was perfect”, he nodded lazily, pealing one eye open to look at you. Making you giggle as you leaned in to kiss his lips. The movement left you hooking one leg over his torso as you pushed up against his chest. His palm met the back of your neck as iii pulled you into him.

You grunted into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, “you’re alright hard?”, pulling apart you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not the only one excited to wake up to my girlfriend, okay”, iii shrugged, pushing your hips back and forth as you moved against his boxer shorts. Feeling the material getting damper immediately. A slight blush crept onto your cheeks.

“iii”, you whispered, brushing your nails across his lower stomach. “Looks like you’re excited too, huh,” pressing a palm to your back, bracing your fall, iii pushed you off him. Instantly crawling over your body instead. You kept your legs wrapped around him, feeling his hard on brushing between your folds, making you bite your lip. “Very annoying this shirt don’t you think?”, hooking a finger over the shirt you had on, iii pulled it up. Licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples.

“You’re so fucking pretty”, he hummed, kissing the valley of your breast before letting his tongue swirl around one of the peaks, sucking onto it softly. “iii”, you whispered, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled at the blond strands, before pushing him down even further. “If I spread your legs open, would I find you all nice and wet, baby?”, he muttered against your skin, sending a shiver down your back as you nodded eagerly. “Show me then”, he breathed and you instantly grabbed for his wrist, pulling his hand between your thighs, messily coating them in your arousal. iii grunted against your neck, “All this creamy goodness just for me?”, rubbing your slick folds up and down before pushing a finger into your already soaked vagina. “Jesus, fuck yes”, you clung to his bicep. Arching your back as you tried to take more of him.

“So responsive this morning”, iii chuckled. “You having touched me in two weeks, asshole”, you grunted, slowly fucking yourself over his finger, as iii watched. You two had been to rung out for sex most nights. You didn’t blame him. It was just that both of you were fully drained by life. “I could cum from your voice alone”, you whimpered as iii pulled his hand away. “Should we test that theory?”, he asked, but you yanked at his boxers instead, “If you don’t give me that dick, I swear iii”, you grunted, letting your hand swirl over the precum-coated tip, spreading it all over his girth. iii threw his head back, buckling his hips into your palm. “Still want to just talk?”, you teased him, keeping the steady rhythm as you worked him up.

Throwing the covers off you both, iii quickly followed the plush sheets with his boxes. Replacing your hand with his own as he watched you spread out against the white sheets, slowly cupping your breast. “I could bust just watching you”, he mused, pulling your leg up, and kissing down your calf. “Next time maybe”, you reached out pulling him closer, “This time bust instead me”, iii grunted at your words, making you chuckle.

“I fucking love you”, he mused, pressing the very tip against your entrance, pushing ever so slightly into you, before withdrawing. “I love you but please…”, your voice raised an octave as iii thrusted almost all the way, making your eyes roll back. “Fuck you’re so tight”, he nibbled at your shoulder, littering your naked chest with kisses. The sound of your juices gushing around his cock, filled the quiet room.

“Closer”, you pleaded, holding onto his shoulder as you pulled his chest over yours, iii instinctively pulling your legs to wrap around his torso. You could feel him deep inside you, nudging all the right places as he bottomed out every time, making you clench around him. That’s until he pushed your legs back apart, hooking his hands from beneath your hips. “I’m suddenly thirsty”, he mewled, “iii”, you whimpered, knowing full well what was about to go down. “Give me your champagne shower, love”, he smirked, before pulling you down onto his cock full force leaving you grasping for sheets around you.

You cried out, feeling the knot inside you unraveling. “Come on baby”, he urged, thrusting into you, “you’re close, I can tell”, he mused. “iii”, you whimpered, feeling the overwhelming pleasure blinding you, pushing at his hands, even though you don’t have the slightest desire for him to stop. “Be a good fucking girl and cum for me”, he cooed at you, bringing one of his palms between your legs, drawing circles.

“Baby… fuck”, you cried out his name, arching from the mattress as your orgasm hit you, making black spots dance all over your vision. “There you go”, iii mused, “Fucking…shit”, his thrusts faltered as he too spilled deep inside you, warming your body from within. But his thrusts picked up once more, igniting the smoldering fire once more.

“No”, you pleaded but iii only nods, “Yes baby”, your sensitive walls clenching around him as he bottoms out once more, rapidly circling your clit as he pushes your legs to bend at your knees, eyes already fixed on the spectacle. “Ahhh.. iii”, you cry out, tears leaking down your cheeks as the tide breaks once more. Gushes of your arousal wetting the sheets. iii pulled out, bending to lap at your puffy folds. Licking your thighs as he went along, your hands pressing into his prickly undercut, fully sending you into a sensory overload.

“Such a good girl”, he praised, kissing your stomach as he hovered over you once more. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he leaned in to kiss you. Hungrily sharing the flavor of you two. “You did so well”, he pulled back, brushing the strand of hair away from your face. “You know they say slow morning sex…”, you breathed out, making iii chuckle, “You and I both know that we don’t do slow”, “I think I’m aware…”, you let out a huff, heart still beating fast. You two laid there for a moment before iii broke the silence, “I wanna go for a second helping”, “Don’t you dare”, you batted his arm away but he was already smirking. “iii”, you warned him before breaking into a giggle as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Not my fault that you are my favorite flavor, love”.

[politemagic]

everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!

edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested

[cads-the-cat]

If you feel sad about the tour being over, just imagine the gang being picked up by their loved ones at the airport or returning to their home where they feel comfortable and safe and see their favourite people/pets/plants (hopefully someone watered them) again after an exhausting tour

Imagine them being able to sleep in their own comfortable bed again, knowing they don't have to do anything but exist for a while and absolutely slayed the tour

[dy6nsty]

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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II:

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! ^^

[funera1pyre]

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

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

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

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

[fritz-federleicht]

Lipstick/ Vessel x reader

Summary: You paint his body, in return he applies your lipstick

Words: 1161

FLUFF

You look at your reflection in the mirror and think about which lipstick you want to wear today. There are several options. An orange one, a black one, a pink one and many more. After pondering for a long time, you decide on a bright red one.

Your body bends towards the mirror to be able to apply it more precisely. You put on the lipstick when suddenly the door opens behind you.

"Do you want to..." Vessel stops when he sees your look through the mirror. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." The door closes again.

"No, you're not disturbing me. What is it?" You put the lipstick on the dressing table and turn around.

Vessel walks in. "Do you want to paint my body?" Only now do you notice that he's topless. In one hand, he holds a tube of black body paint.

"Can't you do it yourself?"

"Of course I can, but I wanted to offer it to you. Because I know how much you like it." He towers in front of you.

You laugh. "Of course because I like it." You both know you love painting his body, but you're sure he likes being touched by you just as much, if not more. And in this case, he's using you as an excuse.

You think about it and give him a condition. "Since you just interrupted me putting on makeup, I'll just do it if you put on my lipstick."

He seems to think for a moment and then nods. "This one?" He puts the tube out of his hand and lifts your red lipstick instead.

"Yeah, you like it?"

Vessel places his fingers under your chin. The resulting pressure forces you to look him in the face. "Everything that has to do with you pleases me." He smiles slightly as he sees your red cheeks.

You want to say something but he stops you, "Don't say anything or your lips won't be the only thing red." His eyes shift to yours, then he glances at your lips. You don't move and look into his eyes.

"I love your lips. They have such a beautiful shape." He says and tries not to paint over them. Why does he say things like that if you can't respond with a smile?

You try to take in his every move and your eyes begin to wander. Over his weakly pinched lips and then to his naked torso directly in front of you.

His body is trained. Not too much, just perfect. As soon as he moves his arm, individual muscles of his chest jump. Your gaze wanders to his abs. From experience you know that they look harder than they actually are. In fact, they're super comfortable to sleep on.

"Eyes up here, love."

Apparently you dropped your head down slightly because he gently pushes your chin up. Vessel smiles in amusement and gently kisses your bright red lips. He then turns your chin from left to right and lets his eyes glide over your face with adoration. "Beautiful, as always."

"Thanks." You say, reaching for the black body paint. "Now you. Spread your arms."

He follows your instruction and spreads his arms, exposing his upper body. Your gaze briefly sweeps over it before you open the tube and put a dab of black paint on your hand to cover his arms.

After that you beckon him towards you. "Come here."

He leans down and you spread the color on the lower half of his face and neck. "You look funny without your mask." You state and grin.

He shrugs his shoulders. "I'll put it on in a minute."

Then you smear another blob on his torso. As you do, your fingers graze over his tense muscles. "Why do you paint yourself today at all?" You ask suddenly.

"We need new band photos. The others pick me up and we drive to the place. You can come with us if you want." Offers Vessel.

"You better do that on your own. I meet with some friends." You smear black paint on white spots while he tells you it won't take that long anyway.

"That's it." You announce, kissing the spot above his heart. "Good luck!"

For a moment he just looks at you smiling. His eyes show one thing: sheer love! Finally, Vessel leans toward you. "See you later." He whispers, gently pressing his lip to yours.

Shortly after, he leaves the house. You do the same to meet up with your friends.

When you return home, the sky is dark. You've already informed Vessel that it will be later than expected and he is alone for the time being. And it's really late. Most likely Vessel is already asleep.

You unlock the door as quietly as possible and enter the house. You tiptoe into the bedroom and open the closet. From it you take out a large t-shirt, which is probably from Vessel. You throw your old clothes carelessly on the floor and put it on. Then you sneak to the bed and lie down next to Vessel.

"Darling?" His voice is sleepy. "Is it you?" He feels for your body in the darkness.

"Go back to sleep, honey." You say softly and slide your hand in his direction. Vessel's fingers graze your hand. His body shifts closer.

He seems to be eager to tell you something because he keeps talking. "Remember when I put makeup on you and you painted my body in return?" He whispers.

You nod. "Yeah." How could you forget?

"And can you also remember that you kissed me? Not only on my lips but also on my chest?"

Again you answer with a yes. What's he getting at?

"II pointed it out to me. To a red kissing mouth on my chest. And not to mention my unnaturally red lips."

You can't help but giggle. "Was he teasing you?"

Vessel hums in agreement. "He asked if you had anything to do with it. I mean...who else?"

"Don't think about it Ves. II's just jealous because he never gets kissed."

Your response makes him laugh softly. "Maybe you're right." He gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close. His face nestles against the crook of your neck. "Anyway, I wore the kissing mouth with pride. As an accessory. But then I had to paint over it for the photos."

His body warmth seeps into you and your eyes grow heavy. "I would love to listen to your lovely words all night, but the day has been quite exhausting."

Vessel nods. "If you need me, you know where to find me. I won't run away." He jokes and kisses your neck. "Sleep tight."

"Good night, honey." You snuggle closer to him. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

Shortly after, you fall asleep peacefully entwined with each other.