Callie Quinn and III have been best friends for years-tattoos, terrible jokes, and tangled history all included. She's the band's go-to body painter and tour artist, and he's the bassist with a heart of gold and absolutely zero ability to flirt. Their friendship has always walked the line between harmless touches and unspoken tension, but neither of them has dared to cross it. Until now. When Callie joins Sleep Token for an extended tour, the closeness becomes electric. One hotel room. One impulsive kiss. One night where everything changes. But while sex should bring clarity, with III, it brings chaos-in the form of offbeat questions mid-thrust, post-orgasm snack chats, and a painfully awkward inability to dirty talk. And yet... somehow, it works. Somehow, it's perfect. But when a missed period and a pregnancy scare throw everything into uncertainty, their fragile new bond is tested. Fear, confusion, and unspoken feelings threaten to unravel the one relationship neither of them can afford to lose. Messy, hilarious, and heart-wrenchingly real, Tongue-Tied is a 40-chapter friends-to-lovers romance filled with open-door smut, awkward intimacy, late-night vulnerability, and the terrifying beauty of realizing the love you've always wanted was beside you all along.

Mostly smuts Gerard way, Frank iero, Vic Fuentes and Ryan Ross mostly, female reader, I take requests SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR

This is a random story I have been throwing around in my head about Sleep Token. All the poly stories have me yearning for stuff I haven't seen other people's story. I don't know a whole lot of the lore behind the band and will be doing some of my own interpretations. This will be able to be read as a Y/N story if you want, but the OC will have a name and be female. This will be a romantic supernatural story and I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

Out of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue... or not. It's an 18+ smutty band fiction, with a dash of romance. This is a first draft. I'll update at least every other day. Almost complete and then I'll edit it. [Sleep Token]

I shakily reached for his hand and he stood, gently pulling me up with him. My gaze bounced between each of the six eyes on the mask and I got frustrated, wanting to make real eye contact with him. Vessel noticed my slight scowl and paused for a second before wearily pushing his hood back and unbuckling his mask, letting it fall to rest in his other palm. His long, shaggy black hair fell immediately into his eyes, blocking my line of sight to a majority of his face. I lean slightly away from him. "Are... Are you sure?..." I didn't want him to feel pressured to show me who he was, but I was dying to see the real him. "Promise you won't panic...?" That took me aback. Panic? Why? I furrowed my brows, confused. I nodded. "Yeah, why would I pa-" He tilted his head up and brushed his hair from his face. Six. There were still six. I panicked.

Vessel one shots

A slight tickle on your cheek begins to awaken you, eyes foggy and confused as you gaze around the room. You can feel the hair that hangs in your eyes being brushed gently to the side, but by what force you do not know. While nothing yet has made sense in this place, you never once have felt scared. If anything, you feel satiated, the last memory you can seem to recall is sinking deep into a bath scented with lavender. This is an X reader, You are the main character. This is also a female reader or anyone who identifies with female anatomy/pronouns. Anatomy is *cough* heavily discussed. This is my first time in my life writing anything other than an angsty depression poem. I apologize if it is butts, I may over explain details, and its a bit of a slow burner. NOT ABOUT THE REAL PEOPLE YALL. THIS IS ABOUT THE MASKED MEN WHO MAKE OUT ON STAGE ONLY

Vessel meets his soulmate, an opportunity granted to him by Sleep.

Not much excitement happened in Freya Bowen's life, that is until she discovers she has a long lost cousin from the UK. Her excitement to finally meet some family outside of her father was unfathomable, but would that be skewed with meeting his fellow bandmates and being roped into their antics and chaotic lifestyle? She knew her life would change forever, but just how much would be altered in the aftermath.