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wake-up call
^ he's such a scrumptious dilf, jus' wanna eat him up
summary: you wake up to strange noises coming from the bathroom and decide to go investigate. when you open the door, you find vander in a very compromising position...
warnings: afab reader, unprotected vaginal sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), cuddle fucking, dom!vander, sub!reader, tried very hard not to describe readers looks (implied chubby reader? kind of), somewhat of a size kink? (blink and you'll miss), male masturbation, use of pet names (princess, love), cockwarming, barely proofread, reader walks vander like a dog, smut that ends in fluff. reader is a stressed out mama, porn with little plot, please let me know if I've missed anything!
author's note: so i wanted to write a somno fic with vander but i didn't really know how to go about it so here's this mess that i don't know what to do with! this is also crossposted on ao3 at xoxo_honey!
wc: 1.6k
It had been a long day at work. Fights needed to be broken up, various repairs had to be made, and one of the beer taps broke which made business go a lot slower than usual. All of this caused Vander to come home a lot later than he usually did which put him in a bad mood.
All day while he was at work, Vander couldn't stop thinking about you. your soft touch. The way your plush body slotted perfectly against his. How you curled up against him this morning when he tried to get out of bed. the way your tight cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly the night before, drowning him in orgasmic bliss. And all day he was trying desperately to force those thoughts away to avoid any awkward boner situations with his customers. but, towards the end of the night, his nasty thoughts came back in full force and flooded his head with a lust-filled haze.
So when he got home, Vander already had two strikes against him. He was grumpy and sporting a half-hard cock.
He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. He quietly crept past the kids' room and made his way into your shared bed where you were snoring softly.
Today hasn't been much better for you either. It was your day off of work so you decided to take the kids around the undercity and entertain them with the various light shows and firework displays. What a terrible idea. Not only were all of the children extremely giddy to spend the day with you, but they also made pancakes loaded with sugar and syrup to get them extra hyper.
So, your day consisted of carting four restless, sugar-high kids around the Undercity, but you were also running on little to no sleep thanks to Vander and his outrageous libido.
When it was time to get back to your dingy little apartment, the five of you were exhausted and decided to go to bed early.
Unlucky for you, a horny and cranky Vander had just laid down right next to you. The neon lights shone in through the moth-eaten curtains of your bedroom and cast a dim glow over your sleeping form, outlining the plump curve of your breasts and highlighting the gorgeous planes of your face. Which really wasn't helping Vanders...situation at all.
Deciding that he needed to relieve himself before getting a good night's sleep, Vander moved to get back up from the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the bathroom.
It had been a while since he needed to jerk off. Trying to remember how exactly he used to do it before you came along, his mind started to wander to different pictures of you. Vander could only remember your lips wrapped around the base of his cock while his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag and moan around him.
Fuck.
The soft clinking of his belt becoming undone filled the muggy air of the cramped bathroom. Vander moved his pants and boxer down so they hung low on his waist, exposing just enough so his girthy dick was able to spring free from its confines.
He spit on the palm of his large hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. The rough calluses on his palm only served as a reminder of your soft one stroking his cock, finding different ways to tease him and make him cum. he moved his hand back up his penis and made contact with his leaking tip. His thumb moved back and forth over the slit and more pre-cum spilled down his length.
No longer able to control the noises coming out of his mouth, Vander bit down on a wad of his shirt. But this only helped stifle the sounds to a certain extent.
Down the hall in your bedroom, you were awakened out of your stupor because of strange noises coming from the bathroom. worried that one of the kids was sick, or god forbid, there was an intruder in the house, you decided to get out of bed and go investigate.
As you made your way down the hall, the noises became clearer and they were similar to the noises you heard during previous nights. You immediately knew who was in the bathroom.
You opened the door and found Vander hunched over with his hard cock in his fist, with his balled-up shirt in his mouth.
Now Vander had three strikes against him. He got caught and was still horny, but his bad mood lessened upon seeing your beautiful face.
Immediately Vander moved to pull his pants up while fumbling over his words trying to come up with an adequate explanation as to what exactly he was doing.
You quickly cut him off, "What are you doing?" a slight smirk played at your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing.
"M sorry princess, didn't mean to wake you." He avoided the question.
Stepping closer to him you responded in a soft, sultry, whisper, "That's not what I asked."
Stopping his actions, you took his erect tip into your hands and started stroking him. Repeating the same motions he was doing just moments before. He immediately let out a guttural moan and you stopped your teasing movements.
You turned your back to him and walked out of the bathroom knowing full well he was hot on your trail.
The two of you made it into your bed and laid down, but Vander was confused, "What are you doing love?"
Not responding, you simply pulled down your cotton pajama shorts along with your thin panties with a noticeable damp spot in the center and rolled over so your back was pressed up against his broad chest.
"'M tired Vander." You explained, "Don't feel like doing anything."
But there was an underlying message that Vander had not yet caught onto.
You gave him a moment to think, and when his eyes brightened, you knew he had figured it out.
Slowly, Vander moved impossibly closer to you and moved two of his thick fingers to your heat. the digits moved at a tantalizing pace, up and down your folds to work you up for his girthy cock. Your slick was dripping around his fingers and when he pushed one in, it came out soaking.
Letting out a whimper, you started to rut your hips against his hands in hopes to relieve the ache in your core.
Vander only chuckled and whispered, "All you gotta do is ask princess. I don't know what you want if you don't tell me."
Broken words tumbled from your lips, "Please, wan' your cock."
"Where do you want it? your mouth?" He responded knowing full well exactly where you wanted it.
You couldn't wait anymore, "Want it 'n my pussy."
Deciding that you had enough, Vander finally gave you what you wanted. He slipped his hefty dick into your tight, wet heat. Each time you had sex, it took you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him because he was just so big. the two of you sighed a breath of relief, hours of wanting and lust-filled brains had rendered you both into horny teenagers. Vander's large arms wrapped around your waist so he was holding you firm into his body. The embrace pouring love and protectiveness through your very being.
After you had gotten re-used to his impressive girth, Vander started to lightly thrust in and out of your core. His movements were more akin to grinding than thrusting but he was too tired to fully complete his movements. His hand moved down to your red, needy clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves.
As a small form of punishment, Vander lightly slapped your swollen clit a number of times until tears formed in your eyes. stopping the harsh movement, he started gently tugging at your button until breathy moans fell from your lips.
The added movement of his fingers combined with his dick repeatedly hitting your cervix, you felt your stomach clenching and your thighs shaking, a sign of your impending orgasm. Letting out a series of high-pitched moans you shoved your face into the pillow and bit down on it.
Vander's hips faltered and the hand that was tugging at your clit started lightly quivering. He was also close. revived with newfound energy to finish the two of you off, Vander's thrusts became more powerful. The sound of skin slapping reverberated around the room.
Suddenly your mind went blank, the only feeling you were capable of discerning was pleasure as your orgasm rolled over you and took over your entire nervous system.
Sensing that Vander was at the precipice of his imminent orgasm, you decided to help him out by meeting his harsh thrusts by grinding your hips back onto his, overstimulation be damned.
It was all too much for him. The clenching of your cunt, the way you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the feeling of your soft body safe in his arms. His seed spilled into you filling you up with warm, gooey liquid, the familiar sensation was oddly comforting.
You removed the pillow case from your teeth and took in lungfuls of the cool night air. Vander massaged your waist and hips to get rid of any potential bruising and whispered into your sweaty skin, "Maybe I should wake you up like that more often."
Laughter bubbled up your throat and reached Vander's ears.
"M extra tired now." You sighed, thinking of all the things you had to get done in the morning.
Vander, already knowing the amount of work you had piled on your desk suggested, "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? The six of us could have a spa day or something?"
Leaning your head against his sweaty chest you closed your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
hope you guys liked this, i had sm fun writing it! this is also cross-posted on ao3 at xoxo_honey, the link is in my pinned post!
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Your work is amazing *chef's kiss*. Would love to see your take on the kids cockblocking reader and Vander.
Also if you're interested, maybe extend it? I can imagine there would be a steady few days of similar instances and Vander convinces Benzo to watch the kids. Finally letting reader and Vander get some alone time.
babe i don't know what happened but i'm not ashamed
as soon as the front door shut, vander crowded you against the wall of your bedroom amd you're forced to leave the laundry on the bed when you feel his lips, tracing warm lines up your neck and making your spine turn to jello when his fingers dig into your hips.
"we've got at least fifteen minutes," he groans against your cheek.
you brace your hand on the bed and the other latches onto his wrist to keep you from floating away as he sticks a few fingers against your panties and you start grinding against the digits with a whine.
you lean down, face first in the semi warm laundry and vander pulls aside the article and just barely shimmies down his pants enough to slip his throbbing cock into his hand. he nearly doubles over when you reach back to squeeze his balls and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when you wrap a hand around his to help pump himself.
he's not sure when his band of rugrats is coming back so he's got his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans and the other drawing tight circles on your clit as you thrash beneath him, barrelling towards a high he put you on because his gingers won't stop stroking your clit while he's pressing himself deep into you. he doesn't have a choice, bullying his way into your tight little hole and stretching your walls to a taut sting is inevitable if you both want to get off before the kids get back. your legs are shaking and neither of you are ready to move, but the spiking pleasure and pain from being too deep and nails digging into skin have to be resorted to if you both are going to get off before they're back.
your pants aren't even halfway down your thighs and you're mewling so prettily around his fingers, drooling and trying to meet vander's erratic thrusts, he's not sure when you'll get the chance again so he stuffs another finger in your mouth and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you back against him.
his arm pins you to his chest so his cock has a clear path up into you and his fingers have never stopped. you're tightening around him so good and he's thrusting up into you once, twice, and then hitting that spot that has you squealing and the slick sounds of him entering you over and over again. skin slapping against skin until you hear the front door open and vander's scooping you up, teeth digging into your neck to keep himself from groaning when he feels your ass snug against his balls.
"we forgot milo's picks." claggor yells, but vander's slamming yhe bathroom door shut behind it and locking it. he's turning on the shower, the sink, anything to keep the sounds of you're making muffled and he props his foot on the edge of the tub.
you're shaking. trembling so bad that his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips are the only reason you haven't collapsed against the floor.
"grab the counter." he pushes your front against it and he's sinking back into you as your fingers dig into the sides of the wood. "we're fucking coming, understand?"
the pace after that is brutal. his hips keep slamming against your ass and the flesh ripples from the force of his thrusts so much that your grip on the counter is faltering. you're moaning into the sink, probably louder than the running water, but your high is coming and vander isn't letting up as the kids search for the picks. your stomach is pulled taut and the pain from being pent up for so long is making tears prick at your eyes.
your nails dig into his hand when you reach back for his, words escape you as he tilts his hips and presses into that spongey spot. it makes your knees buckle and your elbow catches the counter to catch your front. vander leans over you, so much bigger than you with his chest against your back and his lips against your ear
"y'close?" his words are husky in your ear and he groans into your skin when you squeeze his cock from the sound of his voice, "i wanna see it. look at me when you come. hm? you want to let me see you?"
you nod dumbly, eyes rolling back into your head, you'll do anything to keep him inside of you. to keep him whispering in your ear while he fucks you stupid in his bathroom. you refocus when you feel his hand at the base of your throat, pushing against you until your hands are flat against the counter and your ass is pressed to his pelvis. you clench around him when you see your reflection in the mirror.
vander's chest and cheeks are flushed, he's shimmering with sweat and his hair dangles around his wolfish grin. there's a dangerous spark of mischief in those pretty grey eyes when they meet yours.
"be quiet when you cum for me."
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Vander x Reader - Baby It's Cold Outside
Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday!
This stroy was requested by the lovely @barbersjoy for my Christmas Writing Challnege!
I hope you all enjoy this!💛
Warning-Smut (18+)
Prompt - Baby it's cold outside
“I should probably be getting home,” Y/n began; earning the joy in Vanders' eyes to diminish slightly as some loud protests from Powder, Vi, Milo and Claggor.
She didn’t want to go, but it was late and Y/n didn’t want to outstay her visit, she’d only come to drop off some presents for them all and then she was going to leave, that had been at least three hours ago.
She also knew that the blizzard outside wasn’t getting any better, even in the warmth of Vanders home there was still a noticeable chill.
“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Y/n soothed as the four children bombarded her with hugs.
As she said her goodbyes to the children, Vander went upstairs to unlock the front door, shivering slightly when he opened it.
“Baby it’s cold outside,” he stated softly as Y/n walked over to him. And it was, it was freezing. However the heat that was forming on her cheeks almost took away the harshness of the chill.
Her house wasn’t too far away but walking anywhere in this weather was going to be nothing of a very cold nightmare.
“Y’know you don’t have to go?” Vander stated as he lifted his hand to her cheek, making her heart swell as her eyes met his.
“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,”
Her response earned a small chuckle from Vanders lips, “You’re part of this family, darl’, you could never do that,” he replied, moving his hand from her cheek to her waist, giving it a soft squeeze. There'd always been something between Y/n and Vander, an unspoken love. In fact, it was only recently that the two of them actually admitted their feelings to one another.
So even though they’d known each other for years, all of these little actions and the sweet nicknames he’d given her still felt surreal.
“So will you stay?” Vander asked, quietly, trying to hide how much he wanted her to stay the night, he didn’t want to pressure her to stay if she didn’t want to.
“Of course I will,” she answered back, a shy smile forming on her lips as he pulled her softly into his embrace.
A few seconds later, cheers from the four children echoed from the stairs, making both Y/n and Vander chuckle as they headed back downstairs.
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It was safe to say that they were both feeling a bit more than a little tired seeing as none of the children wanted to go to sleep. Powder wanted to stay up and create some more inventions
About an hour (and multiple stories read by both Y/n and Vander) later all four of the children fell asleep.
But now both Y/n and Vander were snuggled up in his bed. Vander had given Y/n one of his spare T-shirts to wear during the night; he was a lot bigger than her, especially in height, so his T-shirt was practically a nightie on Y/n; not that she was complaining a single bit. She loved it.
Vander had also made sure to put an ample amount of blankets on the bed as well as the duvet so that she wouldn’t be cold during the night.
But what was giving Y/n the most warmth was not the blankets nor the duvet, it was Vander. The man was practically a human furnace; and being wrapped in his arms and lying on his chest kept her nice and safe from the chill in the room.
“You okay there baby,” Vander muttered, as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“Mhm,” Y/n sleepily replied; as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck; leaving soft kisses along Vanders neck as she did so.
A very quiet, almost inaudible, low moan slipped past Vanders lips as her lips continued their gentle attack on his neck.
“Darl,'' he warned softly, his hands slowly beginning to roam over the side of Y/n's body, but she didn’t acknowledge Vanders warning. Instead the next time she placed her lips against his neck, she didn’t leave a kiss like she had previously; no this time she lightly sucked on the skin, causing another low moan to leave Vander lips.
A triumphant smirk tugged at Y/n's lips as she looked down at Vanders neck to see multiple little red marks; though she did not get much time to admire her work before Vander had flipped her onto her back.
“My turn,” he whispered huskily, shoving the blankets and duvets that once surrounded them both, before grabbing the top of the T-shirt and pulling it down slightly to expose the top of her chest, before copying exactly what she had done to him.
Earning exactly the same response.
“Fuck,” Y/n sighed, her hips bucking into the air.
“Easy, baby,” Vander soothed, placing a hand on her hips, his strength holding them down almost effortlessly.
“I promise I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, earning no response from Y/n other than a desperate moan.
Vander didn’t want this moment to be over. He wanted to savor every single second of it.
All those years of wanting; and now here they were.
Together.
Doing things they’d both only ever dreamt of.
He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to tease her relentlessly, until all she could do was beg for him to touch her. And when he did; it would be almost as torturous as the teasing. Starting off slowly, before increasing speed only to slow right back down again when he knew she was close and do it all over again.
And she wanted him to do all of it
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Terms of Agreement - Chapter 2
When my bestie, @sand-sea-and-fable, asks for Zaundad smut, she gets Zaundad smut. However, I am gonna do it my way and make it longer than necessary. So a little, baby novella it is! Here's chapter 2!
Chapter 1
Summary: Vander shows Silco just how devoted he is to him.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Established Vander/Silco
Word Count: 3k
PURE AND UNADULTERATED SMUT FROM HERE ON OUT! MDNI!
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Warm, sticky steam enveloped Vander as he stepped inside the small, tiled room. He closed the door quietly behind him and tossed Silco’s shirt onto the rest of his clothes piled by the toilet. He shrugged off his vest and began to undo his belt.
“Mind if I join you?”
Silco’s silhouette paused behind the shower curtain, considering.
“It’s your bathroom, too,” was the snide reply.
Vander refused to bite on the passive aggressive statement and finished undressing, dropping his own clothes on top of Silco’s. Mindfully, he slipped into the shower behind his partner, and sighed at the sensation of hot water against his skin. Silco’s back was to him, and his gaze raked down his slender form appreciatively.
Vander enjoyed all body types, but Silco was by far his favorite. The most beautiful. His silver eyes tracked the breadth of those sinewy, strong shoulders; down the narrowing planes of his back to a slim, slim waist. He lovingly smirked as his gaze dropped to Silco’s comically small and perfect ass. He loved to grope and bite those pert and round cheeks, like they were the sweetest pieces of fruit from the market. Below, his long and lean legs sprouted. Like the rest of him, his muscles were cut close to the bone; their shapes and lines defined by Silco’s minimal amount of body fat.
Vander felt his cock stir. He tamped down its excitement and gently reached out to run the tips of his fingers down Silco’s spine. The smaller man, who had been running his hands through his hair, stopped at the touch. But still did not turn to look at Vander.
“I missed ya, Sil,” Vander murmured, stepping closer. His front wasn’t flush to Silco’s backside yet, but it was a near thing.
Silco snorted and reached for the bar of soap nestled in the shower’s corner. He began lathering his arms and chest with feverish attention.
“Did you now?”
Vander sighed and dropped his head, brow pressing against Silco’s damp crown. His giant hands settled on those narrow hips. And Silco stilled.
“I did,” he said, and stepped closer, allowing their bodies to mold against one another. Vander’s heart thudded furiously to feel Silco go ever so slightly slack against him. A bodily response even Silco’s conscious mind couldn’t fight against. Proof that they had been meant for each other, Vander thought.
“I haven’ seen ya for three days. I get fuckin’ worried sick when yer out there. By yerself.”
Silco began soaping himself up again. “You seemed to be managing just fine.”
“Sil – “
“Aren’t you needed up in the bar?”
Vander flinched at that. But he rallied, and slid his hands around Silco’s middle, drawing him tightly against his belly and chest.
“Benzo’s got it covered,” he said, nuzzling at Silco’s temple, kissing the hair plastered there.
“Benzo can manage the bar, yes,” Silco scoffed, “but what about your friend?”
Vander loosed a weary sigh. “It’s just business, Sil. I didn’ know you’d be back t’night. An’ I didn’ know she was comin’ by.”
“I told you I’d be back in three days.”
“Yeah, an’ half the time ya say that an’ it ends up bein’ double.”
“Sometimes things happen – “
“I’m not blamin’ ya, Silco,” Vander insisted, firming his grip on his partner enough to spin him around. He took the soap and placed it in back in the corner. Silco glared up at him. “It’s just . . . we agreed. I let you do these missions – “
“You let me?”
“ – An’ I help Zaun on the home front by . . . well, ya know.” He waggled his head from side-to-side, not quite meeting Silco’s ire-filled stare. “It’s just business.”
“Yeah, well, it hurts me when you bring your ‘business’ into our home,” Silco spat. His glare became watery and he broke Vander’s gaze. “I know you are only doing what we agreed. I know it’s not . . . personal. I just . . . don’t want to see it,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the running water.
Vander’s face softened and he drew Silco closer to him, a large hand splayed on his lower back. His other hand cupped and lifted Silco’s chin, allowing their eyes to meet once again.
“’M sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’ mean to hurt you. I won’ bring it here anymore.”
After a moment, Silco’s face softened and he felt him give the tiniest nod against his palm.
“You missed me?” he coyly asked.
Vander grinned. “You bet yer sweet ass I did.”
He leaned down and closed the distance between them. As their lips met, Silco wound his arms around Vander’s shoulders and leaned up into the kiss. Mentally, he was kicking himself for being such puddy in his partner’s hands.
Physically and emotionally, he was flint – Vander, the spark. Together, they became aflame with desire.
Silco slanted his thin lips against Vander’s full ones, his silver tongue flicking across the miniscule space between them. A soft rumble rolled at the back of the Hound’s throat as he thrust his own tongue forward, sliding across Silco’s, probing the roof of his mouth.
Silco couldn’t help it. He whined. Gripping Vander’s shoulders tighter, he lifted himself onto his toes to kiss him more intensely.
Insistently.
Desperately.
One of his hands slid up and fisted itself in Vander’s brown hair. His locks were smooth and thick between Silco’s fingers.
“Did ya miss me too,” Vander teased, pulling away to nip at his partner’s ear.
“Shut the fuck up,” hissed Silco, wrapping his lips around Vander’s throat, and sucking fiercely. Leaving his mark on the Hound.
Vander grunted and his hips tilted forward, his dick half hard and well on its way. He gripped Silco’s ass – hard – and felt his partner’s own growing cock against his belly. Vander’s balls tightened and something small and excited fizzed tantalizingly low behind his navel. He wrestled Silco back into a kiss that was all tongue and lips. His right-hand slip down around his partner’s small ass. His fingers pet the defined cut that bisected his buttock from his leg. And then slid lower. And under.
Silco started and gasped at the first tender stroke placed on that sensitive strip of flesh between his balls and anus. His hips pressed back into Vander’s digit. His lover did it again. And again. Each time, the swipe would end nearer and nearer toward that tight ring of muscle. Silco whined and panted into Vander’s mouth, kisses becoming too wide and hungry. His cock grew and thrummed between them, the tip of him pointing up seeking attention. It pressed into Vander’s flat, strong belly, and the pressure was as euphoric as it was maddening. Silco groaned, his hips rocking between Vander’s finger and stomach.
The Hound broke away and looked down between them.
“Janna Almighty, Sil,” he breathed, crowding his partner against the shower wall, and sinking to his knees.
Vander’s hands raked up and down Silco’s front – just as slim and defined as his back. In the glistening light of the bathroom, under the spray of water, the delicate cut of his physique glimmered and shone. Like starlight on the Pilt. Vander’s cock ached at the sight of him. He was so beautiful. How could he ever think Vander would prefer anyone to him?
His thumbs flicked Silco’s dusty pink – nearly mauve – nipples, and raked down his ribs. Silco shuddered. Not only at the sensation, but at the sight: The Hound of the Underground on his knees in front of him.
For him.
It made Silco feel loved. And powerful. He reached out and ran his hand threw Vander’s hair, guiding his head to tilt up. For their eyes to meet. They looked at each other, eyelids heavy with lust, lips kiss swollen. Vander grinned at Silco, and nuzzled the thatch of wiry hair near his hip crease.
“I missed ya, Sil,” he said into his skin, and then licked a long, wide stripe up the groove of his hip flexor.
Silco sighed and shuddered, his hips jutting forward into nothing. His cock seeking out something, anything. A low chuckle rippled through Vander’s throat as he shifted his head over – making a point to lightly drag his lips across the purpling head of Silco’s dick – to the other hip crease. Another teasing, erotic swipe of his tongue.
Silco grunted, the back of his head bumped against the tile. In frustration. In elation.
“Vander – “
Before he needed to ask, there was wet, delicious heat tracing the underside of his shaft. Then a seal around his head. Light suction before Vander bobbed his head down in increments, running his tongue along veins and Silco’s frenulum, until he was nestled at the root of his partner.
Silco’s hands threaded through Vander’s hair as his eyes closed, his eyebrows pitching up in ecstasy. Vander drew back slightly, adjusted the angle of his head, relaxed his throat, and began a gentle rhythm.
Pleasure rattled up and down Silco’s spine as Vander repeatedly swallowed around his cock. When his hips jerked forward, Vander’s hands gently, but firmly, held Silco in place. A touch that said ‘I got this. Let me take care of you.’ He created a particularly tight seal and swirled his tongue around Silco’s flushed glans. A gesture to assure, tease, elate, and promise.
“Y-yes-s,” Silco moaned, scraping his nails against Vander’s scalp.
Vander hummed in thanks and the sound vibrated through Silco’s sensitive cock wonderfully; another bolt of pleasure rocketing up his spine, his abdominal muscles flexing excitedly.
“I missed you, Vander,” he whispered up toward the ceiling as his lover continued to lavish him.
Vander’s right hand stroked down Silco’s thigh once, twice, before carefully lifting the back of his knee, and slinging his leg over his shoulder. Before Silco could question what he was on about, there was a gentle press against his hole. He gasped, and accidentally pulled Vander’s hair. He winced, but chuckled around Silco and pressed his index finger against him again, circling. His heart soared when the tip of his digit was welcomed in. Water was fine, but it wasn’t lube; so Vander very slowly and very gently pumped his fingertip in and out. Above him, Silco whimpered and cursed, his body opening effortlessly. His hips pressed down as he took in Vander to the second knuckle.
“Faster,” he ordered. Although, Vander knew it was a plead.
He obliged, pumping his finger in and out in time with the contracting of his throat. Silco’s thighs began to tremble.
“Another. Please.”
Vander pulled off of Silco’s cock, a thick string of drool hung between its tip and his bottom lip. He grasped the shaft in his left hand and began a languid, but steady pace. Hand jobs were easier to give when his attention needed to be elsewhere. His middle finger zipped up tightly against his index, and the pair slowly breached Silco’s opening.
Silco flung his head back and groaned, fighting the urge to just sit on Vander’s hand. The fingers bottomed out, and a sly grin cut across Vander’s face as the pad of his middle digit lightly pressed against that spot he knew so, so well. Silco jerked and choked. Vander drew his fingers back and slid them in again and again, each time brushing that knot of nerves with more conviction.
Vander smiled as he watched his lover become more and more undone. Silco’s face pink with pleasure and open; his slender body trembling. He looked so good. Gods above, Vander loved him.
With the pace set, Vander prepared to take Silco back in his mouth. To finish him off and take his cum down his throat. But as his lips pressed against the tip of him, Silco batted him away.
“No,” he gasped, shaking his head. “No, no. I want – I want you inside.”
Vander’s heart leapt. He chuckled, “I am inside ya, Sil.”
He rubbed the tips of his fingers against his prostate pointedly. Silco yelped and ground his hips against Vander’s hand.
“The other way,” he panted, swinging his leg off Vander’s shoulder. “I want your cock. Please. I’ve missed it.”
Silco couldn’t bring himself to care how desperate he sounded. He had missed Vander. Had missed having sex with him. Had missed his cock. It was all true. He would deal with the vulnerability hang over later. Right now, with his prostate and dick well-primed, he just needed to be fucked.
At once, Vander was reminded of his own dick. He’d been so wrapped up in and around Silco, he’d forgotten his own turgid member. Since dropping to his knees, it had grown and swelled in the wake of the sounds and sensations of his lover. It ached and dribbled.
Silco carefully stepped out from in front of him, and Vander took himself up in his own hand. He allowed himself a couple strokes to soothe the pressure in his rock-hard member. He stood, cock bobbing proudly before him, turning toward Silco. His partner was bent over at the waist, hands braced on the tiled wall, that perfect ass presented and ready. His blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, hazy and lust-filled. Vander’s mouth went dry with want. He surged forward and grabbed Silco’s narrow hips.
He curled over his back and whispered, “’M gonna make ya feel so good.”
“You better,” Silco purred, tilting the cleft of his ass to catch the cock prodding him.
Vander laughed lowly, before taking hold and guiding himself toward Silco’s winking hole. A zip of pleasure rocketed up from his toes to the crown of his head as the tip of him was pulled in.
Heaven. Silco felt like heaven, if there was such a place. Vander drew back before pressing forward again, digging deeper. He didn’t suppose he’d ever make it to heaven, but he didn’t care. Not when he could hold it in his arms; not when he could be wrapped up in it, feel it from the inside out.
After another couple rocks and sways, Vander was seated to the hilt – his pubic hair scratching at Silco’s cheeks, his heavy balls caressing the back of his slender thighs. Vander sighed in relief and bent over, resting his forehead between Silco’s shoulder blades. Beneath him, the smaller man trembled and panted.
“Ya okay?” Vander asked, kissing his back.
Silco nodded. “More than okay. Move. Please.”
“Anything fer you.”
Vander kissed between his shoulder blades once more and stood. With a secure hold on Silco’s hips, he began thrusting back and forth. The sound of wet skin slapping together rang throughout the bathroom; Vander’s grunts and Silco’s whines were quick to join, the small space becoming a cacophony of sound. Neither had enough bandwidth to consider or care if the sound of their love-making traveled up to the bar.
Silco’s nails scraped against the tile wall. His ribcage swung frantically with his breath, like the bellows that kept the furnaces alive in Augmentation Alley. Intense pleasure built up his spine like a heating thermostat; his cock jumped and dripped. With each pass and press of Vander’s dick against his insides, he didn’t know whether to push back or pull away. His thighs began to tingle, his knees began to knock.
“Fuck, Sil,” Vander gasped behind him. “So tight. So. Fucking. Good.”
He grit his teeth and increased the pace. Silco cried out and his back arched. He babbled and agreed.
“Vander!” Silco yelped. “I ne – I need – “
“I gotcha, Love,” Vander assured, knowing exactly what Silco needed.
His right hand released Silco’s hip and swooped under him, taking hold of his impossibly rigid cock. The smaller man moaned and bobbled his head up and down as Vander began stroking him. Silco gasped and pleaded and rocked his hips into Vander’s hold.
“Yes yes yes yes – hng – YES!”
Silco came with a cry, ropes of himself splattering over Vander’s fingers and against the tub. After working him through his orgasm, Vander made to pull out, but Silco reached his hand back and grabbed his thick wrist.
“No. Inside. Inside, please,” he breathlessly asked. And then, with more snark, “You’re not done making me feel good.”
A grin that toed the line between sweet and wicked curled Vander’s lips, and he renewed his grip on Silco. Truthfully, he was grateful for the request. There was something about finishing inside his partner that felt untouchably intimate. It made him feel close to the man he loved.
Vander set a vigorous pace, as much for himself as it was for Silco. The muscles cradling his cock squeezed and massaged as the head of him beat against that bundle of nerves repeatedly. The fizzing behind his navel swelled and bubbled in mounting pleasure.
“Oh, Gods, Vander,” Silco warbled as the pressure against his prostate threatened to release. Vander’s hips stuttered. His cock swelled. “Fuck, I love you.”
Vander erupted at the proclamation. Yelling in relief as he unloaded inside of Silco, his hips rutting against his backside. The firm, consistent sensation of Vander’s cock massaging him, coupled with the feeling of his seed filling him up, tipped Silco over the edge. He moaned lowly as the deep, gooey feeling of release seeped through his muscles and bones, threatening to shake his legs right out from under him.
Before he could slip away, strong arms were gathering him up and lifting him away from the wall. Vander pulled Silco into his chest, his softening dick slowly slipping out of him. He winced at the emptiness and sighed. Vander kissed his temple and held him tighter.
“I missed ya, Sil. I love you, too.”
Silco hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms in front of Vander’s. He turned his head, and Vander ducked his head down, kissing him softly.
Belatedly, Silco heard the patter of the shower. Then he felt the water. He’d forgotten where they were. He shivered.
“The water’s gone cold,” he said against Vander’s lips.
The Hound huffed a small laugh, and reached behind him to turn off the spigot. “Let’s get ya into some warm clothes, yeah?”
Silco smiled and nodded, following his partner out of the tub.
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Notes: *blushing furiously* I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. If you did, please comment and reblog! I'd really appreciate it!!
There will be at least one more chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it up in the early days of the new year.
Coming Up Next: Silco reminds Vander why he belongs to him
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Don't imagine ducking into the Last Drop about closing time to find it quiet and peaceful for once, the old jukebox still going softly
The oddly inviting scent of old wood, with the faint traces of alcohol, age, and a metallic tinge pulls you further in
Don't imagine looking to see Vander sprawled in a booth, arms across the seat back, his pipe sending wisps of smoke skyward and heavy brow crooked curiously
He rests easily yet powerfully, his posture both vulnerable and intimidating, like a lion or wolf surveying his territory
Those gorgeous steel-blue eyes, the ones you secretly adore, study and entrap you and you find yourself temporarily frozen
"'Aven't seen ya around in a while, love. What brings ya in tonight?"
Don't imagine his voice like honeyed bourbon, deep and smooth but burning through you and sending sparks flying up your spine
You stutter out an apology for coming in so late and whirl to leave but-
"Ey! Where ya goin'? I'm still open, it's pourin' out, and 'sides, I could use the company."
You thank him, trying not to stare as he braces his hands on his knees to stand, the thick muscles of his arms on display
He goes around behind the bar to grab a bottle and two glasses, then returns to the booth, and to your surprise gestures for you to join him
Time passes easily, too quickly as you treasure this, chatting and sipping the liquor, some sort of high-quality stuff, the kind that goes right to your veins
Those veins that are now on fire with how he's gazing at you
When did you two move so close?
Don't imagine him casually putting an arm around you to pull you in fully
"It's gettin' chilly. Why don't ya come 'ere?"
Definitely don't imagine him giving you a devious grin, or reaching out to gently grasp your chin, his large thumb swiping your bottom lip
You feel like you'll burst into flame at this point and you've never wanted something more than the promise those eyes held
"Ya know...I've always liked ya. Was kinda hopin' we'd get a chance like this..."
Don't imagine resting your hand on his face, your heart hammering like a wild thing as you silently all but beg him to do it
Don't imagine his lips meeting yours, that flame roaring to life and you inhale sharply
He tastes faintly of bitter tobacco and the sweet liquor and you've never had something so wonderfully intoxicating
Don't imagine tangling your fingers in his thick, surprisingly soft hair, involuntarily letting out a soft groan as his tongue swipes across yours
He pulls back, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other grasps your thigh, a downright devilish grin on his slightly flushed face
And definitely don't imagine him murmuring, "Well then...now that we're on the same page, where this goes t'night is up to you, darlin'..."
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NSFW alphabet // Vander
Request: NSFW alphabet for Vander? 🥺
Requested by: Anon
Summary: It’s in the title!
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Notes: I may have indulged myself a little bit here. I will not apologise.
My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!
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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Vander is incredibly attentive. Sleepy, but attentive. it may take him a moment to try and get up to get what you need, but he'll do it.
B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He's a fan of his upper arms and back. He feels like they accurately portray the hard work that he put into both protecting his people, and building a home for his family.
As for his partner - any part. Just the fact that he has a partner will make them akin to a divine on earth, for him.
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Vander is a rather primal man, in truth, and so he likes it inside, rather than anywhere else.
D: Dirty Secret
There have been many times when he's fantasised in taking you on the surface of the bar. Whether or not it's in front of patrons, he doesn't care.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's secure in at least the basics - and familiar with what he likes. He'd like a lot of communication between the two of you though, so he can find out what you like - he's not a mind reader.
F: Favorite Position
Probably lotus - or perhaps cowgirl or reverse cowgirl if you're feeling extra spicy.
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
If there's something that can be laughed at - like someone falling over, or something similar - then he'll laugh. His view is that a moment of passion should be lived in the moment - take everything as it comes. If it's funny, laugh, it's not a big thing.
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He's as well groomed as he can be. In truth he mainly started taking better care of himself because he now had a reason to.
I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He can get very intimate; whispering in your ear how feral you make him, how you're always on his mind. He also likes the feeling of your skin on his - that feeling of closeness is something he can't get enough of.
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He used to. A lot - he had few other ways of sating himself. However when the kids came into the picture, he stopped - he didn't have the time to anymore. Then when you came into his life - well he just didn't need to.
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Breeding, bondage, overstimulation (on both ends), size and marking.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Usually the bedroom. It's the safest place, and he doesn't really want to be caught by the kids.
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Confidence. You coming on to him - dirty talk especially. Also you intentionally trying to turn him on; he'll act like it doesn't work, but in reality it works incredibly well.
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything to do with knives. Hard pass for him.
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes both in equal measures, in honesty. He likes receiving the pleasure that you give him - you work wonders on him every time - but he also likes the fact that he can make you writhe so easily.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He'll start out nice and slow for you, letting you get used to him, before speeding up and eventually getting almost relentless.
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn't usually risk quickies - it's way too risky, especially with the kids around. They don’t usually satisfy him anyway.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He's game to experiement, but risks are something you'd need to properly discuss before trying - such as quickies, which he did explain the reason why he's primarily against them.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)
Vander's rounds are long - you may not think it, but damn. He can go for a while; and for maybe two, three rounds. He will also purposely make you go on for longer, just for a little bit of fun.
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't when you first get together. But, as you start to get more familiar with one another, he takes the liberty of getting some - for the both of you.
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He likes to tease and be teased. He can be incredibly unfair sometimes, leaving you wanting for more both through verbal teasing but also physical teasing.
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He tries to not be loud - for obvious reasons. But if he was given half a chance then he probably would be decently loud - I don't think he's typically a quiet man.
W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Sometimes he’ll get a little carried away with some of his indulgences, like marking. When this happens, though, he will help you try and cover them up, if that’s what you want - though he does like seeing the marks on you in the day.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Wow. That's all I can say. Wow. Girth? Excellent. Length? 10/10
Wow.
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It's pretty high - though he often subdues it thanks to his job and his family, who he puts above all else.
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He makes sure that you're comfortable and have all you need. Then he slowly drifts off to sleep, but can be woken fairly easily.
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Least Sane Moments
Part 5/?
Masterlist
Vander x OC: Minute
Pairing: M/F
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW in this chapter, more elaboration on the human trafficking bad guys, and Mita causes problems on purpose.
-Vander-
She was handling the healing process quite well all things considered. The first week went by, and there was rarely any moment that Vander had gone to check on her and she wasn't unconscious. But as soon as week two came by, it was clear that Mita was struggling to maintain her sanity through sleep. And struggling even more to survive being awake. It really shouldn't have surprised him to see her hobbling downstairs halfway through week three.
"What the hell are you doing up?"
Mita sat down at the bar in front of him. "Vander, please don't try to justify me being sober right now because I will just kill you."
He let out a long sigh, but still reached for the same bottle she enjoyed the last time she sat there. As soon as he slid the glass to her, someone by the door made their way out with haste.
Vander noticed it just after Mita did, and definitely knew what it meant. "You need to get back upstairs."
Mita grabbed his wrist to hold him still, keeping him from going to guard the door from who they both knew was about to walk in. She finished the first drink off in one swallow, and only coughed on it a little. "I need you to give me a shot of straight absinthe."
"Wha-"
"Trust me." She said, taking a vial out of the wrapping on her leg.
If there was one thing that Vander did have, it was trust in her. He watched as she carefully put two drops of her poison in the shot he gave her.
"You realize you've probably just made the most toxic thing that's ever sat at this counter?"
Mita didn't give him much to go on other than "I hope so."
The five eyed creature stepped onto the floor, immediately finding Mita at the bar with her back to him. Several people of varying strengths stood, ready to either fight him, or run. They looked to Vander to see what he had to say about it.
He shook his head to them, and a few of them sat down. Some still waited for something to go awry.
The creature stepped forward, stopping in the middle of the bar floor. "How dare you abandon your eyes."
Mita groaned, rolling her eyes and turning to him. "You didn't make it fucking easy, that's for sure." She walked up to him, taking slow steps with her shot in hand. "You knew I had no eyes, and you still had the audacity not to meet me face to face."
Whatever this was, there were apparently rules to being a creature. Mita wasn't afraid to stand only a foot away from him. Whether she felt protected by Vander or some rule of the creatures, he didn't know. It wasn't like she looked weaker. Mita was barely an inch shorter than the man in front of her, and looked just as menacing in terms of physical strength.
The other creature seemed to understand the rules, even if he wasn't happy about it. But Vander could see what she was doing.
She was humiliating him. Mita had never shown her face to anyone but children, but this creater likely hadn't had his face seen since they were children. And yet, Mita was citing a rule that would force him to feel exposed and vulnerable in public sight of everyone.
He reached for the clasp on his chin, and all Vander noticed was his heart dropping as Mita tipped her head back and drank the shot.
The other creature took his helmet off and placed it on the table beside him. He looked nearly identical to Mita. Dark red hair, cropped close to his head and deep brown eyes and damn near the same face. Admittedly, he didn't have much time to decipher what else the two had in common.
As soon as the other creature stared her down, Mita spat the liquid in her mouth at his face. He hissed and flinched backwards from the alcohol and poison in his eyes. Vander couldn't imagine either feeling very good.
"I owe you a rematch, creature. I don't owe you my fear." Mita spat the remaining poison out. "You're lucky I didn't kill you in your sleep when I had the chance."
It was a miracle that he didn't immediately attempt to stab her, or even throw a punch.
"You didn't come here to kill me." Mita chuckled.
The creature's eyes were clearly still in pain, but he was taking it in stride.
"All you need to know is that every day you spend here recovering, is another day you're failing them." He reached for the bag on his belt that he'd brought with him, and handed it to Mita. "I wonder how long they have, before they can't wait any longer for you."
He took his mask and headed out quickly.
Mita looked in the bag and whatever was in there looked like it burned her to see. He'd never seen her cry, and that would probably be the closest she'd get to showing it in front of everyone here.
Mita went back to the bar and sat down with her head in her hands. "I'm useless here, Vander."
"I'd still rather have you alive." He took the bag to see what this was really about. The bag felt full, but seeing into it, he also looked away like it had burned him.
It was some poor individual's purple hair that had been tied into a braid and clearly cut off their head with some struggle.
Vander made his way around the bar, and carefully placed a hand on Mita's shoulder. She flinched, but relaxed eventually. "It's not your fault this is happening."
"But they still live with the consequences of my actions."
"You say that like you're not still seriously injured." Vander retorted. "What was in that shot?"
"An extract from a poisonous plant I got from a garden keeper." She answered. "He's smart. He'll know that was more than just a shot, but I've bought myself some time. He'll be blind for about two weeks, but back on track soon after."
Time was good, and he appreciated that she was thinking ahead. There wouldn't be much her opponent could do if their strongest fighter was blinded. "And what about your employer?"
"She knows where to find me."
Sure enough, two weeks later, a familiar face came walking into the Last Drop. She sat at the bar and waited patiently for what she needed. Vander knew she wouldn't outright ask for Mita to show herself, but she was definitely expecting to see her.
"Vi, can you grab my pipe from my room?" He asked casually, but as she passed him, he discretely took the pipe from his coat and handed it to her. That would be more than enough to clue Vi in.
She went upstairs and returned with the pipe more obviously in hand. After a bit, Mita was making her way down the stairs and sat at the bar.
"I thought I said coming down here to drink couldn't be a regular thing." Vander playfully accused her, but he poured her a drink anyway.
"I don't hear you complaining. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've got a crush on me." She chuckled.
"Well good thing you know better."
"That's a bold assumption on the power of my mind." The banter between them was comfortable and made it easier for Mita to settle in. Vander made himself scarce for them to conduct business without prying eyes or suspicious ears. At least until Mystique waved him over and his habit of staying out of suspicious business failed him.
“What can I get you ladies?”
Mystique gave Vander a coin for her usual drink. “She’s going to tell you anyway, so I might as well cut to the chase.” She said, “The other creature was out for a bit, but he's back in action now, but I take it that was your plan.”
“Close enough to it.” Mita said, “I take it he was blinded.”
“From what I hear, yes. He knows something’s brewing. However, regardless, my contact wants to strike while the iron’s hot.” She says, “While he’s still clueless, my contact is suggesting giving you something that could really help you.”
“What kind of help?” Vander asks.
“The insider information kind. Unfortunately, It won’t come without some effort on your part.” Mystique explains. “One of you, my contact isn’t too picky, needs to meet them by the rail tracks on the Entrasol Layer tomorrow night. They’ll hand it over there if you’re alone.”
Mita and Vander looked at each other like they planned to fight it out to see who would go meet the contact. Mita narrowed her eyes at him while she brought her drink to her lips.
"Before you two fight or fuck this out," Mita choked on her drink. "You're running out of time. I have reason to believe that the man in charge of employing this whole operation is a topside scientist, but your first order of business will be finding someone that can inform you from that side of the river."
"I have some strings to pull." Mita coughed.
"Will you be able to pull them before it's too late?" She asked.
"I'll help." Vander suggested, but Mita eyed him again.
"Thank you, Mystique. I won't fail you." Mita assured her.
"And creature, if I should even continue to call you that," Mystique said, standing, "You have too kind of a face for this sort of work. Either keep the mask on or perhaps you should retire."
Mita chuckled, holding her ribs to ease the pain a bit. "I was considering it. Maybe I've found my last bounty."
Mystique looked back to Vander for a moment. "You thinking it's time to settle down?"
"More of finding a defensible position." Mita replied, "I just hadn't found a position worth defending until now. Even then, it found me."
Mita caught her attention once more before she started walking away. "By the way, my name is Minute."
Mystique smiled, giving both of them a nod before walking away.
When she was gone, Vander tried to realize exactly what Mita had said to her. Her last bounty? "Mita-"
"We'll talk later." She stopped him, finishing the rest of her drink and heading back upstairs.
-Minute-
Waiting for Vander to close up shop did not take nearly long enough in anticipation of the conversation she knew would have to take place.
She heard him come up the stairs before anything else, and when he opened the door to the bedroom, he wasted no time. “You’re not going to meet the contact.”
Mita stood up slowly from her seat on the bed, wincing slightly. "I am well fucking aware of that."
"You aren't in any condition to- wait, you are?"
"Vander, the only thing stopping me from strangling you after making me walk down the stairs was the fact that my employer was sitting in front of you."
He laughed at that. "Sorry, but I could exactly come up and carry you down to meet her."
"You could have sent her to me." Mita suggested.
"Yeah, sending a sex worker upstairs to have a 'private chat' with the injured and recovering woman in my bedroom is definitely not a look I want to show the entire undercity."
"Point taken." She laughed softly. "Regardless, it is better that you meet with the informant. Five-eyed is back in the game, even if he's probably not watching the Drop, and I don't need to come face to face with anybody in my condition."
"Then what did you want to talk about?" She can hear his curiosity getting the better of him.
"I've… had time to think." Even now, the idea of even considering her future beyond her next meal is foreign. Still, as ill-fitting as it is, hoping for anything more than narrowly catching the means of survival in her fingers brings her some level of warmth that's only possible with Vander beside her. "I've been thinking about how I can stop being a creature and just let myself be Minute."
She knows Vander can tell she's having trouble articulating all this to him now, but he's always been nothing but patient with her. He takes a step closer to her, sliding her hand into his in a heartfelt gesture of comfort. "So, what would that mean for you?"
Her eyes remained fixated on their joined hands, but they both knew it was because Mita didn't have it in her to look him in the eye just yet. "I don't know if I can leave it knowing there's nobody to pick up where I left off. If I hang up the mask, what happens when there's another case? If I'm not there to help them, then who is?"
"You want to train another creature?" He asks, confused and almost appalled.
"Not the way I was." Mita clarifies. "I want to train them to fight like I do, but more importantly, I want them to value protecting those who can't protect themselves. Not to fight for whoever gives the heavier payment, or kill whoever doesn't fear them."
"And who would this apprentice be?" He asks.
"Anybody that can, but more importantly, someone that just wants to." She answered. "I wasn't given that choice. Whoever takes up my mantle should have chosen it, not been chosen."
"And after you find them? What happens to you?" He asked.
Mita had so much to say, but not nearly enough words to explain to him what she wanted. "I make a life. One that I can be proud to live." There was so much more, but she knew more would only have meaning if she could bring herself to look at him.
Like every other time since meeting him, Vander is there to fill the void that her courage has left empty. His strong hand brings her chin up to look up at his face. All at once, she feels his warmth spread through her chest. "I make a life with someone I-" if she's ever going to say, it has to be now. "I trust you, Vander."
Vander’s hand slid behind her head and brought her lips to his. He’s always treated her softly, but his kiss told her everything he was feeling in light of her confession. Vander knows how vulnerable she’s making herself, her reward is open arms and reverent affection. Arms hold her close and steady; Mita’s hand on his chest can feel his heart racing like he’s been chasing her for months. Maybe he has, but she can’t help but be more than ecstatic that he’s finally caught her. The blissful sensation of his mouth on hers and being securely held in his arms makes Mita wonder why she ever wanted to run from this in the first place.
They separate to breathe, and Vander stops her from continuing as she wants to. “Vander?”
His shaky exhale sends a shiver down her spine. “Mita, please don’t push me further when I know I can’t have you tonight.”
She can’t help but smile at what she knows she’s about to do to him. “I know I certainly didn’t tell you that.”
“Mita.” He growls out, warning her to tread lightly. “In your condition-”
“So I’m in good enough condition to narrowly escape falling down the stairs, but not good enough to have sex with?” She teased the hairs on the nape of his neck, feeling Vander shiver under her touch. “Sounds like a double standard to me, Vander.”
Her memory went back to that first night they spoke over drinks. It had been remarkably easy to entice him into acting out of spite, but she knew Vander had proven his resolve was made of steel when it truly needed to be. And yet, Mita was eating it away like a corrosive acid.
“If I hurt you, I don’t think either of us would be happy with it.” He reasons.
Mita moves her thigh between his legs, but his tightening grip on her arm and head make her stop. “Do you want to, Vander?”
“Fucking hell, woman, yes.”
“Then I’m trusting you to take it a little easy on me.” Mita couldn’t help but smirk. “But not too easy, now.”
Vander broke almost instantly, kissing her like he intended to suffocate her and she welcomed it. Big hands surrounded Mita and lifted to lay her down gently on the bed. She was more than aware that she was in no condition to wrestle him under her, but even then, Mita didn’t want to do anything but surrender herself to his care. She’ll get her chance to care for him, but tonight she was willing to accept Vander’s whims.
Hot, open mouth kisses trailed down her jaw and settled on her neck as he pulled down her high collar to leave marks along the column of her throat. “You’re a bloody menace, you know that?”
“I’d be happy to get away with it.”
“I don’t fucking think so.”
Mita can't remember the last time she giggled at something, or if she ever truly felt so happy about something that it was even possible. It was an absolute giddy feeling, having Vander tease and touch like he thought he'd never get the chance again.
She managed to get his shirt off him before he could take anything off her. Mita selfishly ran her hands over his exposed skin, and eventually threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled gently, earning a soft groan from Vander that vibrated in her chest.
His hands slid under her shirt, but were delicate enough not to hurt her or tear the fabric.
"I do believe I said not to take it too easy on me, Vander." She teased.
"I don't wanna hurt you." He repeated.
"You won't." Mita eased the furrow of his brow with her thumb. "Let me handle telling you what'll hurt."
Permission to trust her was like a fire in him. Vander spent no time exposing the rest of her and immediately pushing his tongue through her throbbing folds. Mita didn't even recognize the sound that came out of her. All she could figure out was that her hands had been completely buried in Vander's hair, and every pull made him growl which only made her weak.
A soft suck on her clit made her flinch, but Vander held her hips down so she wouldn't move too much. Whether it was for the sake of her mending injuries, or if he just wanted her to stay still for him, she didn't know and she couldn't find it in her to care while the coil in her abdomen snapped.
Vander, ever the gentleman, fucked her through her release and brought her to a slow stop. Mita could hardly catch her breath, much less think straight after that. "That was sweet, darling, but I'm not done with you yet."
"Fuck, I hope not." It was all Mita could afford to get out, and it was enough for Vander.
Mita knew she wasn't a small woman, yet Vander's hands on her thighs, spreading her legs further to accommodate him definitely made her rethink her personal image. She'd never expected to feel delicate or precious in someone's hands, but she could add that to the list of firsts with Vander.
He gave some sort of warning, but it was entirely Mita's fault she didn't process it very fast, being far too caught up in the gentle kisses and bites at her throat and chest. Vander was more than well endowed, and Mita should have been ready. Even as strong as she was, nothing could have really prepared her for the size of him.
He gives her a moment once he's bottomed out. Half to catch his breath, the other half to let Mita get used to it.
"Are you alright, love?"
Mita chortled. "Close enough."
"That's my girl."
Mita cried out as Vander thrust into her. She hadn't even realized she'd been scratching at his back and shoulders until he was slowing down to gather her wrists and pin them above her head to the pillow. "Mita, you know I love your vicious side, but only one of us can afford to be recovering right now."
Mita relaxed under him at his command, and he chuckled. "Good girl."
She moaned in return, unable to think of anything easy enough to form into words. Vander kept pounding into her until the same tightening in her stomach was coming undone under him again.
"Fuck Mita, where-"
"Inside."
Almost on command, Vander came inside her. "Fucking hell, woman. Give a man warning before you say something like that."
"You asked."
Vander pulled out and collapsed beside her. "You near about killed me there."
Mita laughed, but between her ribs and her new soreness, she couldn't tell which was hurting more. "I'll keep that in mind for later."
"I'll say. Don't think I didn't notice how you took to being called good girl."
"I don't believe I know what you're talking about." Mita turned away, but Vander was close behind her with a strong arm surrounding her and pulling her to his chest.
"I suppose I could just keep it in mind for later." He mimicked her, getting a small chortle from her.
"I'm too tired to argue. We can call it even."
"Fair enough."
-X-
The morning was a mix of several different feelings. Aching in her ribs, but not worse than it had been the day before, a different kind of soreness that made Mita sure she wouldn't be getting up any time soon, and a nearly overwhelming embrace that made her even more sure she wouldn't be moving any time soon.
Vander was not physically weak at all, and was easily proven last night. However, his strength, even in his sleep, was definitely more than Mita could disarm in her current condition. When she tried to move, his arm pulled her back tighter against his front.
"Vander, what time is it?"
He woke up just enough to look over at the clock where he cursed under his breath. "Kids will be up soon."
"Don't you have to start prep for opening?"
"I own the place I can prep and open whenever the fuck I want." He said, "And I wasn't going to open today at all. Too much going on for Chuck to handle on his own."
"You wouldn't trust me?" Mita teased, earning a warm laugh from him.
"I'll trust you with my life and my children's lives, but letting you lay a hand on my bar is a long way down in this relationship."
"Fair enough, but I'll break you down eventually."
"Can't wait to see it." Vander left a kiss on her shoulder and rolled off the bed, giving Mita the clear view of the state of his shoulders and back. Anybody else might have said he looked like he'd been attacked by a wild animal.
"I think the kids should stay here today." Mita said.
Vander only thought about it for a moment before agreeing. "I'll tell them to stick to the Drop today, but we'll be lucky if they even manage to stay in the Lanes."
"I can probably keep them busy."
"You need to be getting rest. At least for a few more hours, and Claggor will be up in only a few minutes." He pointed out.
"I can get up and function." Mita defended, but when she tried to get up, all of her muscles and bones agreed that wasn't gonna happen. "... Alright, I'll stay in bed until I can move."
Vander smiled and left to make sure the kids were all set. Mita didn't remember falling asleep again, but waking up well into the afternoon was something she was not used to, but could very happily indulge in again.
What she didn't enjoy was waking up to her swords being absent from the sidetable. The door was slightly ajar, and she only had a slight guess as to who her suspect was.
Mita dressed herself with minimal pain and made her way downstairs to find all the kids watching Mylo swing the swords like they'd seen Mita do before. His form was fairly good for only mimicking what he's seen, even if he got the wrong idea. His movements were clunky, but he was taking it slow the same way she might teach it to someone welding them for the first time. He swung more like a club rather than the fluid movement the hook swords demanded.
"Mylo-" Claggor tried to warn him that she had caught them, but Mylo had already frozen as soon as he spotted her.
The room went silent as they waited for what they expected to be a long berating from a scary woman they barely knew.
"I'm sorry…" Mylo's eyes dropped to the floor and he held the swords out for her to take back. "I was gonna put them back, I just wanted to try them."
"There's hooks on the end for a reason." Mita said. "Your movements should be fluid like you're pushing and pulling the force your enemy is already using. The swords should never feel heavy in your hands; try again, but swing them together this time like they're equal parts of one single blade."
Mylo looked up at Mita like he wasn't sure she meant what she said. She only nodded to assure him, and he attempted the swing again. The weight made them swing faster, but it was more controlled.
"Try using the sword to pull me off balance. I'm going to throw a punch, and I want you to hook my wrist and pull." Mita instructed and Mylo nodded.
The punch went much slower than usual, but Mylo had a fast reflex. His steps to get out of the way were rushed, but the force of the pull along with her already forward momentum, slammed her into one of the wood pillars.
Mylo looked a little panicked that he'd hurt her, but Mita shrugged it off. "You're a natural, Mylo."
"Can you teach me too!?" Powder piped up, making Mita laugh just a bit.
"We can try it, but I don't know how many more hits I can take." Mylo handed the swords to Mita and she placed them in Powder's hands. "Remember what I told Mylo about fluid movements?"
"Ummm…" her lack of answer was enough.
"Imagine the two swords are only one. When you swing, you want them to agree with each other." Mita explained, standing behind Powder and helping her hold up the swords that were a little too front heavy for her little arms.
"How do they disagree with each other?" Powder asked.
"You're looking for a weight where the swords do the work for you. If you swing them independently," Mita moved Powder's arm from the handle of the blades like the sword had to stay straight with her arm. "The swords feel heavier than if you swing them together."
"But I saw you." Powder said, "I saw that you made them go opposite when you were fighting before."
Mita knew what she meant, but the principle was still the same. She moved the swords how Powder described; one up and one down, then one left and the other right. "It's the same. They can move on their own, but they're never alone. They can move together, or mirror each other. Sometimes you can hold one still and swing the other, but notice how they never feel like two swords." Mita explained.
Powder nodded like she was getting it, but Mita knew the one really listening was Mylo. Both Mylo and Powder followed along as Mita taught them some of the basics. Vi and Claggor were offered a try, but they stated they were happy watching. The lessons continued into the night until the door in the back of the bar rattled and opened.
"I need to talk to Vander for a bit. How about we pick this up tomorrow morning?" Mita suggested, and the kids seemed to know that it meant they needed to get lost. Vander came forward with a worried look on his face. "What do we have?"
"Turns out, when Mystique says inside information, she means a whole insider." Vander said, moving out of the way to let a very shaken girl step onto the abandoned bar floor.
The first thing Minute noticed was the color of her hair. It was a dark purple that matched the hair the creature gave her. Her hair was also chopped up and uneven like it had been cut crudely by a single blade. Green eyes wandered around to assess her surroundings, but always went back to the ground like she was certain she'd be hurt if she didn't do as she was told.
Mita took a couple chairs down from the table and set one down for her. "Sit, little one, you're safe here."
The girl glanced up at Mita, but her eyes dropped back down to the floor. She cautiously took the seat, but the tension in her made Mita sure that one sudden move would cause her to dart for cover.
"My name is Minute, and I'm sure Vander already introduced himself. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to." Mita sat down across from her slowly, and she did her best to appear unthreatening, which was a lot easier without the mask. "Do you need anything? Vander and I could get it for you."
"Water." Her voice was weak and gravelly, probably on account of dehydration.
Vander heard her and got to work. He poured the water in clear sight of her. While he was at it, he grabbed her a spare blanket and dropped it around her shoulders. He was right to assume she might not like being touched right about now. They had no idea what she was coming from. He set the glass down on the table next to them, and the girl grabbed it slowly.
She couldn't have been much older than sixteen. She was built like most undercity girls her age, having been free running the buildings since she was little. Her skin was fairly dirty, but Mita could tell her skin was supposed to be a warm, light, brown, not the ashy gray that must have accumulated wherever she'd been kept.
"I've been hired to take down whatever operation was keeping you." Mita explained. "My job is to make sure they never touch anybody ever again, in every way I deem necessary. In order to do that, I need to know a few things about them."
She just sipped her water and kept her eyes on the floor.
"However, I'm not going to make you do or say anything for me. You should get some rest here tonight. If you want to leave, then you may. If you need help leaving, I'll give it. If you want to help me, then I appreciate it." Mita offered. "But we don't need to worry about that until morning."
"I'll set up the couch upstairs for you. It's just outside our room if you need anything." Vander said, leaving the two of them alone.
"Are you injured at all?" Mita asked, but the girl shook her head.
"Who's that?" A tiny voice from the hall startled her, but Mita gestured for protection.
"She may be staying for a bit, Powder." Mita said, "For now, we should give her some space."
"I umm…" the girl spoke up with a slightly stronger voice than before. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep."
Powder gasped and scurried off back downstairs. While Vander let them know her bed was ready. Mita helped her up to hopefully make sure she wouldn't stumble down the stairs.
A tiny knock on the door brought their attention to Powder, who had her arms full of books that she'd found laying around. Most weren't in the best condition, but all were readable. The girl looked at the pile of books set on the coffee table with peaked interest.
"If you can't sleep, then you can always read." Powder offered. "I like the ones about mechanics, but you look like you might like the ones about stars more."
The girl picked up one of the books titled Mapping Celestial Bodies and Configurations: Volume VII. It was the only volume they had, but she looked at least a little comforted by the gesture.
"T-Thank you, Powder. I think I can get through the night now." The girl smiled for the first time since she'd gotten here, possibly a while before that too.
"Always happy to help!" Powder grinned and made her way back downstairs.
"Will you be alright out here?" Vander asked her.
The girl nodded shyly. "Thank you. Both of you for at least getting me this far."
"We'll get you farther tomorrow morning." Mita said, "For now, get as much rest as you can."
Mita took a deep breath as they closed the door between the rooms. "I was just as surprised as you." Vander said. "More surprised that Sevika was the contact. The girl says Sevika got her out of there alone."
"Sevika?" Mita questioned.
"Said something about people not being cargo. She was fine with taking their money until she realized they were keeping kids there." Vander explained.
"What do they need the kids for?" Mita asked quietly so as not to disturb the girl next door.
"Don't know. I imagine that's what she's supposed to tell us."
Mita grumbled. "It's one thing to receive inside information, it's another to ask a child to relive their most traumatic experiences for the sake of winning a battle. She never asked to be on the front lines."
"I'm glad you see it that way. Gods know how many people have seen her as anything more than a commodity." He said, "But if you're prepared to take no for an answer, then you have to be ready to find other means of getting information."
"I'm not gonna worry about it until I actually get an answer from her. I want it to be entirely her choice what happens to her from here on."
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Short and sweet Vander x female reader smut. Noncon & gun violence. If that ain’t your flavour, don’t eat it. ✌️
#Vander x reader#Vander x female reader#Vander#Vander arcane#dead dove do not eat#smut#pwp#suggestive cw#cw noncon#tw noncon#cw gun mention#cw gun violence#cw home invasion#ironandglassoc#Vander smut#gratuitous smut#it’s not very good sorry but it is what it is
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How would the men of Arcane make love to fem!reader while they spend a night of intimacy together? Passionately? Sensually? Intensely? Roughly?
Sure thing Anon!
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, rough sex, gentle sex, fingering, dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare, size difference
A/N: Love that I'm still getting Arcane requests even though the fandom seems to have died down a little.
Viktor is sensual and rough when he makes love with you. Sensual with his words, rough with his fingers and when he thrusts into you. It's the duality of him, kind of in the same way where he seems really cute and meek but is actually pretty cocky behind closed doors.
He always balances his sweet talking with the same amount of his cock hitting at just the right angle inside of you to get your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Will praise you to no end, but in between every word he will make sure he gets a good thrust in to keep you on your toes, and your back arched.
"Thought you liked it when I talked all sweet to you, darling. Was that a lie? No, no, I'm not saying you lie to me all the time, just when you really crave this dick. You should be honest, I love you and I love giving you what you want, so don't even try to tell me to shut up now okay? I know it makes you tighter when I talk."
Jayce is the most passionate guy you've ever made love to. He puts his all behind everything he does, weather that be the candle-lit path to the bedroom, the foreplay where he's on all fours and eating you our or when he has you on all fours and hammering your cunt like there's no tomorrow.
No way will you be able to even think of any other man when he shows you what he can do for you. He dedicates his all to your pleasure, his is secondary to you. In fact the most pleasure he will get is when he sees you that you're enjoying what he's doing for you, to you.
"Here's good right? Doesn't hurt? Good, with my size it can be a little tricky. All out then, fuck... been waiting for you to say that all night. Babe, I'm about to ruin you. Oh you bet, gonna make you lose count of your orgasms, I wanna make you feel the best you've ever felt."
Silco is very intense and can get very rough if the situation calls for it. He really likes to show his power over you and make every experience better then the last by making you wait, by edging you a bit longer until you come to the point where you're the one hoping on his cock when the doors slam shut.
There are few people he enjoys spending time with and you're definitely one of them, weather its you bent over his office desk, cockwarming him while he goes over the papers, or choking on his cock all day under the desk, he likes having you close and he likes when you know he's the boss.
"A break? We just got started darling. That was just two, there's still a lot more to go. If it's gonna make it easier you can rest by getting under the desk a little. If I feel that mouth, or your hand stopping for even a second you're gonna give me two more orgasms. Understood? Good girl."
Vander can get very passionate and rough but he always follows it up with a really long cuddle and aftercare session. That's something he likes slightly more then the sex itself. It's good, its really good, having your warm pussy stretched around his huge cock, but he can't say he doesn't love it how you cuddle up on top of him after.
He always prepares you for his cock but the prep can be just as rough as the sex itself since its so easy for him to get lost in the whimpers and moans that you make when he adds another finger. And then another. Your hip and thighs are sometimes bruised with a very big handprint. You don't always hide it either.
"Easy darlin', I know you're as horny as can be but you know as well as I that you can't me right away. Its frustrating? Well I'm sorry for being big, nothing I can do about it. I'll get you there don't worry. In the mean time, tell me, how was your day? You thought of me? That's very flattering, I couldn't stop thinking about getting my hands on you either."
Ekko is a very sensual lover and a bit on the calculated side as well. A lot of his plans tend to go a little astray when he sees you naked but eventually he's able to get you right where he wants you and make you feel good.
He cannot stop touching you while he makes love to you. He needs to feel your body quivering every time he jolts his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt, every time you bite into his neck to muffle your next moan because you know how cheeky he can be and go from slow to fast and then to slow again in order to make it last longer for the both of you.
"You keep messing up my plans Firefly. I was gonna sweep you of your feet, make it all nice, romantic for you, but you had to go and make me this hard right away. I can't focus on romance like this, all the blood's rushing to my cock. Fucking gods, getting on your knees is not making it any better. Well... maybe a little bit."
Marcus is rough and intense because in all honestly he feels like he doesn't deserve what he has with you. He needs to make sure he's not dreaming, that you're real, that you love him despite all his damn mistakes, that you can handle everything he has to give.
When he really gets into it there's hardly any stopping him until he's spent and laying almost limp on top of you, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your face, almost like he's saying sorry when there's nothing for him to be sorry for. You always assure him that when you allow him to be rough, its because you want him to be, he's never hurting you unless you need him to, and he never will.
"Did I overdo it? You'd tell me if I did right? No, I know you can be my pretty painslut, I love that side of you sweetheart, you know I do. Just trying to make sure. You think you can take more? Your pussy's already so sensitive, it keeps pulsing around me, squeezing out all the cum, are you sure? One more round then."
Finn is very rough with you and is proud of all the ways he makes you whimper and moan and even cry on occasion. There is a safeword for you to use but he's rarely heard it from you so he's very familiar with your limits by now. He really likes to manhandle you and use your body as his pretty fucktoy, you're not even ashamed that you like it just as much anymore.
He was so surprised when you asked him to slap you but he didn't hold back either. He kissed, or rather licked the pain away before ramming his cock back inside your cunt with so much force your back arched off the bed and scratch his back up like he's been mauled. Good, he loves a mutual give and take.
"Oh my gods kitten, begging to be hit. I knew you were a kinky whore from the moment I saw you. Aren't you glad I helped you find this side of yourself? If you're so grateful you'll come on my cock right now. Do it! Come on, come on, let me feel that cunt sucking my cock."
#arcane#arcane x reader#viktor x reader#jayce x reader#silco x reader#vander x reader#ekko x reader#marcus x reader#finn x reader#arcane imagines#arcane headcanon#arcane smut#league of legends#league of legends x reader#league of legends imagine#league of legends headcanons#league of legends smut
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vander masterlist
nothing yet but submit an ask or request!
nothing yet but submit an ask or request!
wake up call (smut, fluff)
#vander#vander arcane#arcane vander#vander x reader#vander fluff#vander smut#vander angst#honey's masterlist#honey's anthology#xoxo-honeyy
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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 as he works to undo and get off his belt buckle. He holds your gaze, nodding to himself as he tugs his belt off with one hand and hikes your pajama pants up your thighs to stroke up your slick sex and thumb over where you're most sensitive. His eyes dare you to reach and get in his way as he rubs over you gently before burying his fingers into you, watching as your face tightens in tandem with your fluttering walls. He grins mercilessly when your hips buck and your head falls backward and his brows raise. "Are you giving in already, sweetheart?" His fingers easily stroke the spongey spot inside you before his palm becomes close to being flush with you. He stares down at the way you're slicking up his fingers and he gets lost in it to where his mouth falls open and you can visibly see him twitch in his slacks. He catches your ankle before you get close enough to tease him and the hungry look in his eyes is back. His fingers fuck you at an unrelenting pace and he pulls his pants down all the while. "Watch yourself, hon. You can be my baby or my toy, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇.’’
#vander x reader#the arcane x reader#the arcane x you#the arcane x y/n#the arcane vander#vander x you#vander smut#arcane smut
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Thinking bout writing a short fic on Vander fucking us nice and slow and taking his time with us.. y'know... a little body worship.. some praise.. a pinch of size kink.. him fucking us dumb.. shit tone of breeding kink......
Fuck I just need this man to pin me down. HAVE YALL SEEN HIS SIZE!? HE'S 6'5 AND THIS MAN IS STRONG..
Strong + soft + dilf = MARV'S TYPE
Anyway aside from Vander consuming my entire being rn what do y'all think of that as a fic, or should I do slow burn and make it a whole series or smth
#vander x reader#vander arcane#arcane vander#arcane league of legends#arcane#arcane netflix#arcane x reader#arcane smut#league of legends
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Masterlist
Request
Want to do
Hazbin & Helluva
One-shots
- Old man vs Iphone (Alastor x Reader)
- Tiny spider (Alastor x Reader)
Series
- The co-host (Alastor x Overlord!Reader)
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]
Headcannons
- Stolas
Arcane
one shots
- The sunset between us (MyloxFem!Reader)
- In fire and anguish (VanderxFem!Reader)
- Legend of the horse (MyloxFem!Reader)
- Arcane Augmentation (ViktorxInventor!Fem!Reader)
Series
- Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader)
[1] [2] [3]
Headcannons
- Close friends
- Modern Au
- Being taken in by silco
Detroit
Headcannons
- Connor&Hank
Rick and Morty
One-shots
- The only one (Rick x Fem!reader)
Red Dead Redemption 2
Series
- Fish out of water (Arthur x OcPirate!Fem!Reader)
[0] [1]
One shots
- Stray (Mentor!Hosea x Child!Reader)
- Colter (Hosea x Male!Reader)
- Brothers in arms (Sean x Male!Reader)
- Had it coming (Camp x Reader
#arcane#rick and morty#arcane league of legends#ocs#rick x reader#x reader#fanfiction#rick sanchez#arcane x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel alastor x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#alastor fluff#vander#masterlist#dbh connor#hank anderson#umbrella academy#red dead redemption 2#reqs open#connor x reader#hank x reader#headcannons#smut
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Better Left Said (Vander x OC) NSF/W
-Oh hi yes *nervous laugh* Enjoy this random and utterly self-indulgent idea. Featuring younger (early twenties) versions of Vander, Silco and Benzo in the days of building The Lanes as well as Rosemary, who works at both her family's repair business and as a singer at bars and clubs. Lots of banter and spicy flirting. EDIT: Header image by the wonderful @thefutonhermit
-Vander x OC. Alcohol and smoking. Very suggestive content. 18+ only please
"What?" asked Silco, leaning closer to Vander, "I don't remember anything about chips."
Vander pinched his brow and sighed, "No, I said 'shipments'-maybe this wasn't the best place to meet up today..."
Friday nights were always crowded and noisy at Iron Bear, one of the group's favorite taverns. The owners knew them and knew their...illicit business, but didn't care so long as they brought in more coin than trouble. Vander, Silco and Benzo had their usual corner booth, paperwork spread on the table and discreetly arranged so no prying eyes could see the contents. Trying to build a black market empire was a complicated and dangerous affair, but they knew if successful it would be a boon to the Undercity's people...and a critical step toward their ultimate goal.
Benzo cleared his throat, reached forward and ran his finger over a list of figures on one of the pages, "Everythin' looks ta be in order. Those crates of gunpowder and-"
A loud whooping and whistling interrupted him as the three young men quickly hid their papers a little more, then looked up to see the object of the hullabaloo; a woman picked through the crowd, dark chocolate curls bouncing-along with other assets-her denim jacket doing little to cover her low-cut silken green dress that caught the light and cast an almost ethereal halo around her.
Vander found himself staring, an increasingly all-too-familiar warmth blooming in his chest and time seemed to slow as he watched her, all radiant smiles and quick, graceful movements, her curves flawlessly framed by her dress. They'd been friends for a few years now, but more and more he'd been finding himself looking at her through a different lens, one that made his heartbeat kick up a notch or sometimes embarrassingly, other parts very excited.
He gaped stupidly, mouth hung slightly open and Benzo smugly grinned at his friend, who composed himself upon noticing with a growled 'shut it'.
The woman rolled her eyes playfully or laughed with various patrons as she weaved her way to their table and plopped herself next to Benzo with a dramatic exhale, threading her arms through one of his.
"Wooo! I made it!" she beamed at them, hazel eyes bright and full of mischief as she smoothly purred in a well practiced, upper-class lilt, "Hello gentlemen. What must a lady do to get a drink around here?"
"Go order one." replied Silco with a smirk, taking a swig of his own ale.
"Hey Rosemary!" Vander and Benzo greeted in unison, grinning as she stood and rounded the table to lean over and hug Silco around his shoulders from behind.
"Oh, don't be like that Silcy I've missed you lads!" she pouted with mock hurt, snorting as he twisted to glower at her and push her off.
"I told you not to call me that!" he hissed, and this time she raised her hands, "Sorry, sorry. Well now we're even for that comment a moment ago eh?"
Silco shot her a sour look but quickly smiled again and gave an affirming tip of the head. Vander waved a hand to one of the staff, who nodded and went to grab another round, then turned to her as she sat back down, working to ignore the ample bit of visible cleavage, "Haven't seen ya in what? Almost a week? What you been up to Rosie?"
"Rumor has it you been gettin' pretty popular topside." added Benzo.
Rosemary ran a hand through her hair, the bubbly energy starting to fade along with the more 'upper crust' accent she'd been using, "Really now? Well, we got two trucks 'n several smaller projects at the shop ta finish, I've got two-wait...no, bloody hell three gigs comin' up. Tellin' ya the coin is fantastic but they run me ragged sometimes."
"Speaking of, I assume you came straight here from a performance? I couldn't help but notice the dress. Very stylish." Silco cut in.
"Thank ya! Aye, this lil' jazz club along the docks," Rosemary nodded, then bit her lip, "It ain't too much is it?"
"No." all three quickly replied, Vander's face flushed red as his eyes darted away awkwardly and she couldn't hold her brief, coy grin; so she wasn't imagining things. Not being blind nor stupid, she'd been noticing more lately how his gaze would linger on her when he thought she wasn't paying attention, or how he'd react to things she said, those silver-blue eyes holding hints of things that made her core burn and coil in delicious torment. She'd be lying if she denied the thought of being with him-in one form or another-hadn't crossed her daydreams more than once. Maybe tonight she'd work up the courage to say something.
Her gaze flicked to the papers in front of them and lowered her voice, "But enough 'bout me. How's things 'ere?"
There was a pause and muttered thanks as the waiter dropped off their drinks, then Silco leaned in, a cue for them all to follow suit and cracked a wicked smile, bottle-green eyes sharp as the knife he kept on his hip, "Plans have been going splendidly. I feel it's finally safe to say we're making headway..."
-"Come ooooon boys one more round!" cried Rosemary joyfully, her face flushed and beer tankard almost sloshing onto the table as she raised it too fast.
"Oi watch it don't be wastin'-hic-good ale!" Vander huffed with a laugh and a hiccup while Silco rolled his eyes and took a more measured sip of his whiskey as the pair continued to banter.
It was a couple hours-and drinks-later and the group had hashed out a plan for the next few weeks, Rosemary volunteering as always to glean what information she could regarding the movement of goods in and out of Piltover from her more loose-lipped audience members. Business being wrapped up as much as possible for the moment, the group concluded since it was the weekend, a bit of inebriation, chatter and comradery were in order.
"Good ale?! If I wanted that I'd 'a gone somewheres else than this leaky bucket! Only reason I come 'ere is for you lot!" she snickered.
"It's not bad!" Benzo knocked back some more then licked his lips thoughtfully with a shrug, "Ah've had worse."
"Oh I see how it is!" Vander huffed, crossing his thick arms dramatically, "She's gettin' too good for us!"
"Oh Van!" she reached across Benzo and patted his shoulder, giving him a wink and a very good show of that cleavage, "You'll always be perfect for me!"
Vander paused, mouth half open with the smart rebuttal he'd had catching in his throat; something deeply sincere in her green-flecked eyes and gentle smile shot right through to his heart. There it was again, that sweetly torturous heat rising to his chest and spreading outward, and he fumbled for a response until he gave up and simply gave a short bark of a laugh and eyeroll, "Yeah yeah..."
An employee, apparently having overheard Rosemary's outburst and all too happy to oblige, appeared with four more mugs, three of the four being snatched up almost as soon as they were set down. A few moments later a man approached and Benzo did a double-take.
"Rocky! What can I do ya for mate?" he asked cheerfully.
"'Ey Benzo! Wanted to thank you for helpin' me get ahold of the thing I needed. You uh, got any more deals?"
"I might, I might. Why don't we step out for a sec? Hard to hear in here," Benzo stood, Rosemary having to scoot out to let him by, and pointed sternly at his drink as he turned to go, "This better be full when I get back!"
Vander flipped him off with a sarcastic smile and Rosemary gasped in mock disbelief, Silco raising an eyebrow and smirking before going back to the paper in front of him. Rosemary then gulped a bit of her ale, head already swimming pleasantly and body fuzzy-when she realized abruptly there was now nothing between her and Vander but air. She glanced sideways at him, he and Silco studying a couple of the pages and mumbling inaudibly between each other.
She watched him slyly, admiring his handsome face, the scruff growing into a short beard, how his eyebrows would knit together adorably whenever he was concentrating, those gorgeous steel-blue eyes she could lost in, his thick brown hair that just begged for her fingers to run through it, those lips that looked so soft and kissable, how those large hands could hold her so snugly and-shit. She felt the heat rise up her neck to her face; she really was in it.
Vander must have sensed her eyes on him, as he glanced in her direction briefly, doing a brief double-take, brow wrinkled lightly in curiosity.
Then he smiled softly, that goddamn, devilishly charming smile, and any semblance or thread of control or doubt holding her back crumbled.
"Can I help ya?" he pondered, sliding himself closer to her.
"Hmmm..." she mirrored him, moving nearer, "I can think of a few things."
"You gonna tell me 'bout them?" he teased, taking a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and blowing a wisp skyward before turning to face her more.
Rosemary's heart skipped; that half-lidded, inviting smile gave her both pause and courage. Alright then, she mused after only a moment's hesitancy, if he wants to play this game we'll play.
Resting her chin on her fingers and head tilted upward slightly, she gracefully crossed one leg over the other so her foot was against his leg, "Oh Van...I can see right through you. You're all cool 'n suave when ya wannna be but right now you're runnin' quite hot..."
He froze for a second, not only for how her foot was gingerly rubbing against his calf, this simple contact causing more internal havoc than it had any right to, but also from the warmth and-dare he think-desire pooled in her beautiful eyes. They'd coyly 'flirted' many a time before, making a game of tossing sly double entendres and comments to each other, and he had to admit there were times, especially lately, he wouldn't have minded it going further, but abruptly faced with what he realized was her taking that leap caught him off guard.
"A-ah," Vander stammered, the alcohol coursing through his veins doing him no favors, "Am I n-now? Dunno about that. In fact seems you're the one makin' bedroom eyes at me."
She scooted herself to press right up to him now, laying a hand across his wrist and stroking a line up the stiffened muscle of his arm. It was at this moment he realized other things beginning to stiffen and he swore silently.
Finishing the brief, hushed discussion he'd been having with one of his contacts, Silco turned back around-and wrinkled his nose upon realizing they were shamelessly flirting. He grimaced briefly before going back to the paperwork he'd still been studying and resolving to ignore them. If they wanted to flirt and act like horny teens that was their business. He only prayed not to overhear anything too personal.
Forcing down her trembles, buzzed and high off the adrenaline Rosemary tilted her head , "Know what I think? I think deep down, you'd like it to be more 'n just my eyes. I think, you'd like...all of me in the bedroom..." she licked her thumb suggestively and to his continued stunned surprise, wiped a stray smudge of mud off his cheek, "Dirty man..."
His hand was clenched tightly on the table, heart pounding and he definitely had a raging boner now. He swallowed thickly, scrambling for a response that wasn't an incoherent ramble or direct confirmation of her...irritatingly spot-on comments. Another thought creeped into his lust and beer addled mind; was this just the ale talking? Part of the game? Or did she genuinely want him how, as she deduced, he secretly longed for her?
"So ya th-think ya know what's goin' on in my head eh?" he managed, hoping he didn't sound too worked up and smushing out his cigarette with shaking hands.
She winked, "You're not hidin' it too well love. At this point it's a matter of knowin'. Like how I know you're enjoyin' this. Or how you're definitely picturing what I look like under this dress..." she leaned in to purr in his ear, "And I know it'll be my name on your lips when you're strokin' yourself later-"
At this Vander suddenly stood, so fast and forcibly he bumped the table hard enough to wobble it, their drinks nearly spilling. Before anyone could ask he sputtered out, "Gotta piss sorry-" and stalked away, dodging other people and accidentally bumping some in his haste, including Benzo who tried and failed to ask what the rush was.
Benzo returned to the table and sat heavily, jerking his thumb behind him, "Anyone know what that big lug's issue is?"
Threading his fingers together, Silco cocked an eyebrow and hummed, "Perhaps Rosemary would care to give some insight..."
She, in turn, had slid down somewhat in her seat, as if she could hide from the embarrassment and her scarlet face; oh dear. Perhaps that had been too much.
"Fuck." she mumbled.
-It was a few days later, and murky greenish neon light from outside seeped through the thin curtains of Vander's room, casting a perpetual, dim glow. The numerous noises of the city drowned out the low groaning pants of it's namesake occupant, one hand thrown over his eyes as the other pumped his cock. Of all the sinful thoughts swirling in his mind, one kept snapping back into clearer focus; one particular woman straddling him, rocking her hips in rhythm with his as his hands clutched her ass, her chest, wherever he could reach. He bit his lip hard, imagining her flushed cheeks and mouth half-open as she blissfully rode his dick, moaning his name as she reached climax at the same time he did-
"R-Rosemary! Rosie...oh-!" he stuttered out, gripping the sheet and back arching as he came. He lay there, drifting down like a leaf on a gentle breeze, breath ragged but calming, absorbed in the high before he remembered what she'd said.
"...Fuck..." he grumbled.
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Vi x reader (Piss kink part 2)
Thank you anon for requesting on our KoFi
Read the Vi Piss kink part 1 here!
The rolling green hills of Malaysia were making you horny again as you drove through the lush countryside. You were still replaying the events from only a few hours ago, where you had had your pink haired goddess moaning and writhing in ecstasy above you.
You tried to stay fixated on the road but your eyes were glazing over with lust. Your mind filled with thoughts of your lover, guzzling water, getting hydrated, wet and ready for the next session. What a horny slut. Your slut.
As your eyes scanned the road ahead, you noticed Vi fall asleep, she was clearly tired from being fucked, you smiled at how beautiful she looked. You could hear her snoring softly as you drove, and that was enough background noise to keep you from turning on the radio.
As you drove, you noticed that a small rest stop was nearing. You opened your mouth to let Vi know, but then paused. She looked so peaceful resting next to you, without the usual worries and cares which usually lined her features. Suddenly you didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead you kept driving, and if that resulted in a little reward for you later, you weren’t going to complain.
After an hour’s drive with Vi deep in slumber, you reached the pit stop to get some snacks for the 4 hour road ahead of you. The trees were getting darker against the twilight sky, the street lights were now switched on, and as you got off the car at the petrol pump, there was a dingy air about it.
A massive Shell sign marked its entrance, there were several empty pumps in front of you, and a small shop with supplies behind. You parked the car at one of the pumps and as you hooked the pump in, carefully as to not wake Vi up, you took the time to jog to buy snacks.
Opening the door, you were greeted by a very old man, with long white hair in a pony. He was smoking a cigarette and did not bother looking up as you searched the shelves for some pringles, and soft drinks. Eventually picking up all your items you reach the cashier placing them down to get scanned, when you noticed something behind the eccentric man. Long, cylindrical, dark shapes were hanging at the back. Some were in innocuous white packages, others out in the open with delicate adornments like ridges and indents. This man had the biggest and most diverse collection of strap-ons you had ever seen.
With your mouth open you were stunned for a second, the old man instantly took note and casually remarked “Oh this? Ha, you wouldn’t believe what kind of people we get.” Snapping out of your trance, you kept looking at the different types before you, big, small, purple, black, ribbed and smooth. The variety was enormous, further fueling your curiosity.
As the cashier scanned your final item, he turned around and asked “So which one is it for you?” Looking at the collection, your eyes widened as you stuttered out, “Uh, uhm, the pink ribbed one please.” The old man nonchalantly picked it up and added it your bag.
“That’ll be 150 ringgit”, the old man’s eyes bore into yours intensely. Perhaps he had seen a lot in this little shop. Handing him the money you ran out with the bag, excited to show Vi your interesting find.
You went back to your car and closed the door softly, careful not to wake your sleeping beauty up. You placed the little bag on the dashboard and restarted the car. Anticipation thrummed under your skin, but you held yourself back. Chewing on your lip you tried to keep your thoughts from straying off the road.
After a while, looking in the mirror you saw Vi stirring around. Her eyes blinked, fluttering open. She groaned as she propped herself up. Your eyes met and you gave her a smile, “Hey beautiful, seems like you’re finally awake. Slept well after our little adventure?” you asked.
She laughed, “Yea cupcake. Slept well alright. How long have y’been driving for?” She ruffled her hair a bit, looking around the nighttime landscape. “A while,” you replied.
Vi quirked an eyebrow, “Geez doll, we still ain’t at the villa yet?” You tried to contain your laughter, “Yeah. The highlands are pretty vast I guess. How was your nap?”
“Good. Had some interesting dreams.”
“Oh do tell,” you replied, your heartrate picking up. “What did you dream about?”
“Let’s just say I was rather looking forward to reaching the hotel,” Vi smirked.
“And what did you have in mind babe?” You said, arousal running down your spine. Vi’s lips quirked into a devious grin which quickly spread across her face, “You’ll see.”
Your grip tightened on the steering wheel, “Why wait?”
Vi gave you a sideways glance.
“I got you a present,” you told her, indicating the plastic bag on the dashboard. “Open it.”
You could see the gleam in Vi’s eyes as she peeked inside, her face colouring immediately. You parked the car at the side of the road as Vi looked up at you, her expression lustful.
“Let’s move to the backseat, shall we?” You suggested slyly.
Vi all but ran and clambered into the backseat of the car with you following quickly behind.
As you loomed over her in the backseat you gently took the packet she had clenched in her hands. Her hands free, she cupped your cheek and closed her eyes, leaning in to kiss you.
As Vi kissed you, her tongue explored your mouth, she wanted you. Her aggression got stronger, she began pawing at your clothes as she pushed you back. As you fell back onto the seat she pulled her top off and began unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down. You scampered to get your own clothes off quickly, Vi was breathing heavily in an attempt to control herself.
She sat there naked rubbing her thighs together clamping her pussy folds together. You noticed the motion and bit your lower lip. You could feel the fire within you burn. You whispered, “Vi? Baby lie back, let me see you.” Vi was so hot, heavy beads of sweat began sliding down her breasts falling onto her toned abs. She laid back down and parted her legs, you could see her vagina, wet and dripping.
Vi used her hand and began rubbing her clit, rolling her eyes back as she let out a moan, she added on, “I need you.” Eager to please, you put on the 8 inch strap on and rubbed at the tip, preparing it to enter Vi’s entrance. It felt cool under your touch but you knew it would heat up quickly enough. You pulled out a packet of lube and emptied it onto the plastic pink dildo, giving it a few solid strokes to spread it out.
You grabbed the strap-on and rubbed it on her clit, you could see it red and swollen from stimulation. She felt a jolt, you could see her stomach contract, as she released her breath. Vi was beginning to shake from pleasure. You entered slowly, making sure she was comfortable. The ridges and girth of the dildo stretched her sweet pussy out. Vi moaned with her eyes rolling back, “Fuck, yes.”
Once your whole length was within her, Vi used her hands to hold your waist to guide your hips and control your pace. She loved being in charge after all. You went faster and faster, Vi tightened her legs around your waist, “Cupcake..fuck I…I think I have to pee again. It feels really good baby, don’t stop.” You pick up your speed, “You’re taking me in so well,” you laugh breathlessly, looking at the feast before your eyes.
Vi rubs her clit faster, as her G spot gets fucked and her bladder throbs. She arches her back, in absolute ecstasy, she was on cloud nine. You could see how her supple breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat rolling down her body. You ached to make her cum. Vi moaned and stuttered out, “I don't think I can hold it in,” biting her lip.
You knew what you had to do next, as you slid your strap on out of her and pulled away you set her straight, essentially increasing the pressure on her bladder, making her even more sensitive. You took the car seat belt and strapped Vi in securely, completely naked with legs parted. You lowered yourself, kissing all the way down to her cunt. You lightly sucked on it as you used your tongue to play with her folds.
Vi’s urge to pee only got stronger as she contracted her vagina tightly in order to hold it. She could feel jolts of electricity rise up from her clit, as her urethra got stimulated. You used your fingers to part open her pussy as you flicked her clit with your tongue, you could taste her sweetness. You began kissing her vulva as she used the tip of her finger to rub her clit.
She could not contain herself any longer as she let herself release some of her fluids onto you. Instantly pulling away you exclaimed authoritatively “Won't let you be relieved just yet.” As you went back in with your strap on, humping her faster with Vi’s legs resting on your shoulders.
You lean closer to her body, both your tits rubbing together, you could feel her hard nipples against yours. You smashed your lips against Vi’s as your hips picked up pace pumping the woman beneath you. Vi, moaned loudly as she flipped you around. She let the seat belt loose and got on top of you, riding you, rubbing her cunt. She leaned back in a cowboy position as she released her juices. They spilled out around you. Vi moaned louder as she squirted, little spurts of urine spattering onto the car and your naked body. Vi was breathing heavily as she relieved herself, her face twisted in ecstasy.. You held her tightly, shoving your cock deeper into her as she orgasmed all over you.
As she came, you slowed down your pace and let her body stop quivering. You watched as the seat beneath you was drenched with her sweat, piss and cum. She moaned as she lifted her pussy up from the cock.
She sat on your lap and smacked your tit, “Good girl, pleasuring me, now…should I help you?” You needed her “Yes…” you said with an air of desperation. Vi smirked, “Oh please, you have to do better than that. Beg me.” You cupped her face “Vi, I want you to fuck me so hard, relieve the ache in my pussy.” Vi pushed you back almost harshly taking the strap-on off you and wearing it herself. “Cant believe I will fuck you with the same dick you put in me.”
As the tip of the cock entered you, still warm from its previous activity, you rubbed your clit with one hand and played with your nipples with the other. You wanted to cum so bad, especially with the stimulation from the strap on rubbing against your clit, you were already so close. You arched your back and asked Vi to slow down,”Vi, I want to feel you please,” you begged. Vi had an evil smirk “Feel me? Huh”, she stopped and pulled out. She took off the strap on and positioned herself to scissor you.
Lining her clit against yours, she slowly moved her hips for her pussy lips to rub against yours. You both looked down at your pussies rubbing against each other, watching the various juices get mixed together. Feeling satisfied from stimulating your vulva, as she easily moved you to sit up on her lap, with her thigh between your legs.
“Ride”, she commanded, looking into your eyes. You rubbed and rode her thigh desperately, leaving your juices on her. You rode her till you felt the heat rise up from your clit, it spread through your folds and went back to your pussy. You watched as her eyes wandered from the friction between your pussy and her thigh, up to the way your breasts moved frantically. Your face heated up from the intense attention. You threw your head back and moaned “Vi…”. She used her hand to gently rearrange your hair out of your face, leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys. Vi’s hands moved to your hips helping you increase your speed, “Come on baby. Cum for me.”
Knowing you were just about to go over the edge, you tweaked your nipples, and with one final hip thrust you felt yourself burst as you came. You breathed heavily as Vi kept rocking your hips gently, making you ride out your orgasm. Once you came down from your high, you looked at Vi as you both looked at each other with eyes filled with love and ecstasy as she pulled you into a tight hug.
Once you had both caught your breath you looked around and saw the car was filthy, the seats soaked and the entire place smelt of sex and piss. Vi smiled at you sheepishly, “We got a little too carried away, huh cupcake?”
You whispered in her ear “Thank you for being in my life”, Vi smiled as she stroked your hair, “And thank you for being in mine.” You both smiled as she looked at the strap on kept beside, Vi laughed “You're crazy. How the hell did we end up doing this on a road trip?” You laughed loudly with your head resting on her shoulder “Well, I am in fact crazy, for you.” Vi poked your belly tickling and teasing you. “Not more than me.” She pulled you in for a deep kiss. Finally she reached out for her top, not bothering with her bra or panty she wore her grey top and pulled on her shorts. She hopped onto the passenger seat from the back. You took the time to clean the strap on and the seats with tissues. You wore your clothes and went back to the driver's seat. You looked at your passenger princess, “Next stop is the tandas I'm guessing.”
Vi laughed, “You know it.”
You giggled, “C’mon, it’s my fault for not waking you at the rest stop. We are only 20 minutes away from the next one.”
You got back into the driver’s seat and headed towards the next destination, eager to see what else awaited the two of you on the rest of your holiday.
Your peepee,
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ARCANE WOMEN WITH BIMBO S/O
PAIRING: Arcane Women X Bimbo!Reader (Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn)
WARNING: Sexual references. Sexualisation of reader. eating out. straps mentioned. finger fucking. Smut.
JINX:
B-I-M-B-O! You're just Jinx's stupid hoe! >3•
she loves you. she loves fucking you against her bedroom walls as well.
eating your pretty cunt out as she lifted up your short skirt !! such a slutty bitch <33
tv girl duo??? blue and pink !!
let's be honest, she 100% calls you a very colourful range of nicknames (especially in bed, mainly whore n slut )
just imagine her laying you out on her bed, slipping off that awfully short top of yours off, and fondling with your tits as you grind your wet cunt against her. so cute right?
VI:
the femme to her butch!!
makes you ride her strap 100% — also records your pretty moans to make you listen to after
once your done on her hugee cock (strap) she likes to shove her thick fingers in your pussy, and vigorously twirling them in your warm walls
what ? you're tired? you can keep going another round it's okay, she'll treat you to a new dress after <3
lets you do some makeup on her
super sweet and will punch anyone that comment on your style !!
CAITLYN:
shes grown up with modest and classy people, but she does like your ditzy personality, she may find it annoying sometimes but she does love it
you're so adorable!! now eat her out.
let's be honest, you're more proactive n you're probably dom in this situation
she's so cute whining as you thrust against her hot cunt
people's assume she's topping cuz of her personality and your ditzy demeanor but it's the other way around!
none the less, she absolutely spoils you with her family's wealth and power
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