Getting high with boyfriend!iii and feeling a piece of chocolate slip into your mouth during your makeout session.
you think nothing of it, until just when you're about to fall sleep you feel that unmistakable heat growing in between your legs and you just think. fuck. that bastard slipped me a chocolate laced with aphrodisiac before trying to sleep it off with your back faced to him.
of course that did nothing at all except giving him an excuse to slip a hand in between your legs and rubbing your clit with his fingers from behind. whispering about "let's make some good porn to share with my lads, yeah?" before using the other hand to grope you and unbutton your shirt.
all this is happening while your brain is fried beyond comprehension, causing you to only respond in weak mhms and yeahs while your ass grinds back onto his boner.
only when the next day comes that you find out he actually sent a video of him fucking you to his group chat with other three men you've never met before.
safe to say you two broke up after this, but be sure to check out what that shining red led light emitting from the eye of the teddy bear he gifted you was about.
shy!reader who wants a baby on her own terms. pervert!Vessel that chooses the way you have his child.
based on this post i made a while ago. enjoy.
Hope isn't too far off
#s: 18+ MDNI. Vessel x Reader. Medical Inaccuracies. darker themes. dubious consent.
"he's really musical? i mean, it's not something i seek out for but it's a nice addition. i really do think he's the perfect candidate." You tap your finger on the name you've been eyeing at three Saturdays ago, reassuring the doctor that you've made your decision and just wanted the procedure to be over with.
After getting divorced, you decided that you no longer wanted to be patient with a man and wait to have children. Might as well have it on your own now, with a stable income and a work from home job that allows you time with your soon baby.
You sometimes do wish that you'll have a family the 'normal' way though, marrying a proper guy that treats you more than good and go live a white picket fence lifestyle with a kid somewhere south.
It's too bad life doesn't work out that way, and it's also how you found yourself nervously tapping your feet against the cold ground of the clinic to meet your donor for the first time. what do you even say to him?
He came through the door with your doctor, smiling when he saw you and shook your cold hands.
"Didn't know you'd seem so lovely. You were really demanding in terms of me being on top with my physical health. Glad I'm able to help with what i have."
"Thank you, yeah. It's my baby's health, I'm just worried about genetic disorders and whatnot."
You made yourself comfortable, watching him sit and leaning down to hear the doctor speak. Gosh, your child's gonna end up really tall.
"You're in good hands, ma'am. He has a healthy diet from what i can see. Has very fertile and healthy sperm too."
She smiles, pushing a clipboard of Vessel's lab result to you.
"This.." she gestures to the lower section of the paper. "-is about his fertility status. The chances of you getting pregnant are really high. You should be able to have a baby at the end of this year if you go through with the procedure soon."
You smiled without understanding the numbers nor terms on the paper. The heavy weight on your shoulders dropping because you're finally going to be a mom, everything is in your control and that you're going to have a baby on your own terms.
Life is going well.
"Thank you so much for making this possible. May- can i ask when can i start with the procedure..?"
"If he's ready to let me collect a sample of his semen, then we'll go through with it by today."
You look at him, with bright eyes and blinking, please i want to get pregnant so goddamn bad, today's going to be the day--
"Okay. Can you give us a moment please?"
The doctor leaves the room, and he just leans back to start unbuttoning his pants as a heavy sigh leave him.
Your eyes widen. "woah! i should leave, sorry-"
"No, no. stay. i need something to get off to, don't i?"
He throws the playboy magazine back onto the doctor's desk carelessly.
"These, won't work. never did for me. Tried a while ago when i was still a teenager. Besides, isn't my baby mama the perfect person to cum to while i do this?"
He pulls out his cock from his boxers, an arm behind his head as he begins to pump himself.
You rub your ear cause they're so goddamn red. "That's- that's so unnecessary, i mean.. let's just wait for the doctor-"
Unfortunately you can't help but stare. Breath shaking as your heart goes pitter patter. Can he hear that?
"You know i can always just fuck you and not pull out, saving you thousands of money on procedures. As god intended." He shrugged before spitting on his now wet palm, stroking himself while very obviously looking at your cleavage.
It wouldn't hurt, would it? Being celibate for a while now not by choice but because you just didn't have the chance to take up an offer.
Slowly, you make your way to his lap as he grabs your waist and sits you down on him.
"You'll be alright, sweetheart. Tell me if it hurts. Deal?"
You nod aimlessly, watching his big hand move. He then slides a finger along your folds, circling your entrance whilst looking at you. "Look, it's been a year since i last- ah! shit- mmh sorry, sorry..." Gosh, the doctor really didn't go easy with the dose of oestrogen she gave you.
You bit down on his shoulder, muffled moans being fucked out of you as he stretches you out further with now two fingers breaking your celibacy and a hand down your back. He gropes the fat of your ass, giving it a big twack as his hand strikes down on it, egging you on to ride his fingers.
"That's it. God, you'd look so beautiful pregnant. Child's gonna be mine, too. Can you believe that, pretty?"
You can't do anything else but nod, nod, nod, before tugging on his arm to signal you want that dick right about now.
"Fuckin' hell. I'm here, not goin' anywhere."
When you settled down on his length, you let out a squeak that was almost too loud for people outside to know what was going on. There's a reason as to why the doctor hasn't interrupted you two yet.
Doesn't take a genius to figure out what a man and a woman pumped full of hormones are doing in a room together when left alone.
He's the one doing all the job, moving your hips up and down like an evening after a day's worth of work releasing pent up stress on a fleshlight too tight.
You emphasised further by wrapping your thighs around his hips, sweat beading from both of your foreheads from all the movement.
"Mhm, mhm. Lay down. Slowly."
He said that shortly after finishing in you, laying you down on the office desk to spread your legs wide and diving in to lick your arousal off your thighs.
"So fuckin' good. Don't- don't you dare close your legs, fuck." He holds your thighs open with his hands, your eyebrows furrowed and your face twisted in a cry when he eats your cunt out with passion.
Looks at you when you get a bit too lightheaded, holding your hand to make sure you want more before drooling all over your already wet cunt.
Small licks up and down to where your clit is, fucking your hole with his tounge to make sure you came at least twice before he finally stops his tongue's assault and gets back up.
Almost immediately, he stands between your thighs to position himself, guiding his fat leaky tip to your entrance once more.
"Third time's the charm, baby. just for a while. then I promise to leave you alone."
Let's a smile slip through when he sees the bulge of his dick moving in your tummy, holding your hand and caressing it.
He leans down , kissing your neck as he starts to move. The creak of the table is just loud enough for you both to hear. By the time the third round came by, you were shaking like a leaf and he kneeled down to kiss your cunt before pulling your panties back up.
Coming out from the office, you both were disheveled but went straight to buy a pregnancy test with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You can't even look at him in the eye when you thank him for paying for it.
The whole thing's bizarre, and you mentally blame the hormones. Plus, he's just doing his job, right? Helped you save money on procedures, right? Surely this whole thing's not deranged, he's normal, nothing more than just a donor-
"Just let me know once it's positive. I'll make sure our baby grows healthy in you."
a/n: holy shit i did that. finally! a long-er post was way overdue.
Portal pussy au where he has access to you at all times
touring!Vessel x wife!reader
+18 MDNI
He would totally use the fuck out of it cause he just gets sooo nervous on tour and wants to feel 'closer to home'.
It's also during random times of the day too, you getting a 'im so sorry baby it won't happen again.' text from him before feeling him inside you. And he's warm to the point where the sensation's almost hot.
Allow me to mention that he's the type of man to fuck rough and then get pussy drunk, moving the ring up and down his cock so fast it's almost like you're with him.
There's been a few instances where he's almost caught though, pulling up his pants whilst whichever staff barged in to remind him something has to deal with the awkwardness because those pants are not hiding anything at all. I'm talking about imprints where you can almost see where the tip of his cock ends.
So when he gets home to you, he's got you underneath him and making love properly because 'he owed you it'. With the addition of apologising a million times and asking if you were really okay with it. Whole time you were just looking forward to his stress relieving sessions after a show. Pouting and whining about how 'he should learn to control himself' and that your legs get sore.
He just furrows his eyebrows and sigh, eating you out for god knows how long until you're satisfied.
mean!Vessel with a god complex that makes fun of naivefan!reader whenever she gets needy with him cause "of course you want me. You're a fan first and girlfriend second" and only comes over when he's drunk cause he knows she will always let him in.
They're dating by the way, but it seems like only naivefan!reader thinks that.
artist!reader and workedup!Vessel making out in the backstage dressing room after he'd just got done performing Infinite Baths.
His voice sounds so gritty and rough, groaning while his hands are gripping your hips hard.
You tried to speak some sense into the man, pulling back and pushing on his chest. "my set starts in an hour-"
"-an hour. Are you hearing yourself? Fuckin' hell, let me have this." He scoffed, pulling you back in and sneaking two digits into your wet hole.
And when iii come knocking and yelling asking for Vessel's whereabouts, you had to hide the moan-y tone in your voice whilst his fingers are working your cunt hard.
"ff-mh..n..NOT HERE!" You hit Vessel's shoulder with all your strength, but he didn't budge.
And for a moment, the only sound in the room was the wet squelch of two of his fingers ramming into your creaming pussy until iii left. Son of a bitch was grinning with teeth and all whilst you were holding onto him and mouth hanging open in muted vowels.
He's got you close, and you really, really didn't want the poor workers to find your squirt making the concrete floor a shade darker. So you take your leg off Vessel's hip, pushing his wrist down in a paw-like gesture.
He really wasn't having it.
You could tell by the way he fingered into you deeper and faster, pulling you closer and carrying you onto the couch, all while his thumb was on your clit rubbing side to side.
"I'm gonna- I squirt, dumbass! I mean it, Ves, baby please don't.."
"shut the fuck up, {*} . Jesus. I'll handle it."
He kissed you whilst you were whining and squirting all over his hand and torso, the black paint wearing off and dripping down into his waistband.
After you came down from the high, he gently rubbed your sensitive pussy, smiling when you whined again and hid your face in his neck.
"mh! No more..idiot." You smile and sigh, leg nudging him off of you.
He brought his hand up to suck his fingers off, before helping to get your underwear back on.
After getting out of the dressing room, you spotted a traumatized iii blinking at you both.
It's whatever.
a/n: first time writing a blurb send reqs if you'd like 😴
