THIS POST IS +18. Seriously MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
I write a lot of fan fiction but I've struggling with creative block recently. (And I really don't want to pack up my apartment) So here's some imagines of the object of my desire, Vessel of Sleep Token.
Gender neutral terms for the reader, obviously 🥰
My inbox is open for Sleep Token imagine requests ? I’m trying to write more but I’m hurting for themes. Help would be appreciated. (Also did i mention i was procrastinating) It's an investment in my happiness.
(Photo credit: @ darkknex1 on Pinterest!)
Fluff:
I just refuse to get over using the ‘Vess’ nickname. He’d use ‘darling, treasure, love, sugar (duh)’ for you
Vessel would sing to you to sleep. He’d hold you against his chest and eventually dissolve into humming so he wouldn’t wake you. Tracing patterns in your back (probably ancient runes??)
Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging your back flush with his chest (Bonus point if he rests his chin on the top of your head/shoulder)
On his knees so you are at eye level. Holding your face in his hands, brushing your tears away with his long fingers. Tilting your chin up to look at you in the eyes. “Tell me everything, darling."
Showing you his journal with a lyric he’d written that he felt might help you feel understood. Tracing the back of your neck with his fingertips as you read it. “Like it?”
The lyric was that raw, heart pounding clairvoyance only Vessel can capture. “Vess, it’s amazing. Sounds like Sleep.”
Vessel runs his charcoal smudged hand over your neck, tracing the thrumming pulse. Grasps your chin between his thumb forefinger, encouraging you to look back at him.
“Yes, the lyric comes from Sleep,” pulls your lips into his, the bridge of your nose bumping into his mask. It’s all sweet softness.
He breaks for a moment. “My translation is a touch more nuanced.”
Vessel hums a smooth tune against your lips, and you practically hear the lyric riding the rolling notes. It gives you goosebumps, sends your heart racing, thirsty for his mouth again. He’d see it on your face.
Smiling under his mask he'd trace your bottom lip with his thumb, then would kiss you long and hard.
He tastes like fireworks -- metallic and thrill inducing. Illuminating.
He’d be super protective of you. Like grabbing you and pulling you into him if things looked dicey. Folding you into his arms as you embrace his waist/back under his cloak.
His hand on the back of the neck to pull your forehead into his chest. Whispering sweet and encouraging words. Rubbing your back for as long as you wanted to stay there.
Laughing when you pull away and have charcoal paint smeared on your forehead and hands. The second you tried to wipe it off he’d catch your wrists gently, stopping you. “Wiping that off could be considered blasphemy, darling.”
NSFW/Smut:
my personal favorite. how else would i fall asleep if i didn't make up elaborate scenarios in my mind
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Any type of intimate contact being worship. Him getting lost in trying to make you feel safe and adored while pleasuring you. Music and red/purple lighting. I get the vibe he’d like incense over candles.
Edging & praising you. Like holding your thighs open and teasing you with his mouth and fingers (and smooth voice -- good lord) until you can hardly stand it.
Singing you praises on his knees between your legs until you don’t know which way is up anymore.
Rainy day/night sex. Like he's opening the windows, letting in the skin-prickling weather and petrichor. Refusing to turn on any music or lights. Making you moan in time with the thunder. Making you understand lightning in a new way. (His MASK /smirk illuminated only by a lightning flash)
You just KNOW the man has an oral fixation kink/spit kink. Playing with your tongue with his long fingers, gathering spit to use as lube. Muttering something about “anointing himself.”
Cupping your thighs/ass while you ride his face so your skin doesn’t chafe on his mask. (i am having heart palpitations thinking about this)
Repeating your name like a mantra as your bodies connect. A strong, gentle hand at the base of your tailbone, encouraging an achingly slow rhythm. Dirty talking in your ear as he holds your thighs apart through the orgasm. His white hot gaze between your legs as the overstimulation sets in.
Dissolving into aftercare with near musical rhythm off the apex of your love making. Kisses on your neck while holding you against his chest, hearts thrumming against each other. Rubbing the tension out of your back, hips, and thighs.
AHHHH okay I need to stop myself soon or I’m going to implode. Thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far
(Request note: NSFW / smut / kink is more than welcome. encouraged. Please provide me with fantasies to craft)
I love you silly witchcraft. I love you pop culture deities. I love you arts and crafts magic. I love you action figures on altars. I love you reconnecting with childhood wonder in magic. I love you getting weird with magic. I love you cringe magic.
Listened to Ascensionism real loud after taking a particularly large rip of legal substance and forgot I was writing and just stared at the wall like this
The whole song like, “finally releasing my inner feelings and true self and bringing them into the light” and then the deep, shaking breath. Then the most visceral, heart wrenching screaming “you make me wish I could disappear.”
Just wow. Lyrics capturing that specific, wrenching emotion that accompanies realizing something that you can’t go back on.
The creeping, “something is wrong.” Something in the corners that you’re hiding your gaze from. Finally facing it.
I dunno, listening to Ghost is so comforting because it’s just a silly little guy with skeleton face paint dancing around and telling people with religious trauma that “There’s nothing wrong with you and you’re fine as you are! Let’s party!”
