#vander thots

[vander-affectionate]

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."

#the arcane x reader #vander x reader #the arcane x you #vander thots #vander x you #vander smut #arcane smut #the arcane smut #guys take this and run #i'll repost this in a different format later on here but for now just enjoy this

[knightfeared]

Hm hm hm—- inch resting 👁️👁️

#Logging this away for later because this is very cool and I’m thinking thots #╰┈➤ ┊❛ CASE STUDY. / CHARACTER ANALYSIS. ❜┊ #MUSE: [ VANDER. ]

[grendelsmilf]

okie okie what r ur thots on arcane's usage of race, sexuality and especially class. where do they fail? where does it work?

i mean this is a big ask and not all of these systematized axes of oppression are transferrable onto this fantasy world wherein race and sexuality and supposedly negligible, and most of the primary players in the story are women. obviously class is the focal conflict of the show, and i spoke about some of my thoughts on how it is handled in another ask, but i will say that i think the way the show illustrates the intersection of poverty & disability is fascinating, viktor is fascinating.

when it comes to race and gender, mel's role in the show feels the most apt to discuss. she is the wealthiest person in piltover, the most beautiful person in piltover, the most influential politician in piltover, and she is a black woman. afaik, she is not a character who exists in the game, which means her character and design were created specifically for this show. i think it's awesome that they made a character who is literally the most beautiful woman imaginable black, and the fact that her beauty is also only one part of her. she is smart, and vulnerable, and complex. because she exists in a fantasy world, she is a black woman who is never affected by her race and gender, but nonetheless has problems she is given room to contend with in an emotionally honest way. god i love mel.

i will also say that i do think the caitlyn/vi romance works. it makes logical sense, they have chemistry, and i am excited to see how it progresses. i do think a potential pitfall is if the writers are obligated fidelity to the games, and the story concludes with them being cops together. i really do not want to see lesbian cops.

i also think that while arcane is great for its depiction of big, buff women, the fact that there is basically just a sliding scale of body types in this show with "thin and reedy" on one end (silco, jinx, viktor) and "big and buff" on the other (vander, sevika, ambessa) with some characters in between who are both lean and muscled (vi, ekko) is a missed opportunity. literally no one in this show has any body fat whatsoever. that's not how human bodies work. since the show is pretty good about being diverse in other ways (they even made caitlyn wasian!) this does seem like its most glaring oversight. again, fidelity to the game, but if they could reimagine pink haired male fantasy vi as a buff masc dyke, then i do think they could've considered adding at least one character with a regular human body.

then again, it's not like that factor detracts from my enjoyment of the show, and i do think the show does a good job at making the body type fit the character. the contrast between mel and her mother, both in terms of appearance and presentation, is especially striking.

i think we'll have to wait for the conclusion for me to comment on how the show handles its themes in a meaningful way, especially since this season is largely setup. there are multiple routes they could go down that would be bad, but also plenty of potential avenues for them to stick the landing. i'm not sure how the class conflict will progress, but i think my main, fairly reasonable demands at this point are 1) do not kill off mel 2) no lesbian cops. please for the love of god

#bigpansy #ask #arcane #o.tv

[zorak-show]

i have virtually no reach on here, but if someone out there would like to request a Silco drabble from me, I'm having a bit of a writer's block and just need some outside ideas to get moving again.

Here's a fun list to request from

but if you have anything in mind, just let me know!

I mostly enjoy writing Silco x Vander, but could be convinced to do other ships with the right prompt so don't be shy

adding a gif for visibility lol

#silco #vanco #silco x vander #silco x reader #silco x oc #arcane fanfic #requests #send me a thot #or something innocent #idc i just need a spark

[brainrot-buffet]

HI!!!! maybe hc's for claggor and a energetic and wild gf(or s/o)? sweet man and little goblin vibes.

AAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺 I'M LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR CACKLING AS I TYPE THESE 🥰🥰🥰 Buckle up cuz you're in for some tooth-rotting fluff involving Arcane's sweetest gigachad :,)

Notes: Fluff, Wholesomeness, Megan Thee Stallion

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Claggor x Energetic!Reader HCs

Not gonna lie, I can see Claggor pairing up very well with someone with more energy than he has

You two would balance each other, you introducing him to new experiences and lightening moods and him giving off a calm aura that feels like home ;-;

Your personality is definitely what attracted him to you when you guys met; You shared the same 7th period Forensics class, and he just so happened to be seated next to you (making you lab partners)

Teacher: Okay kids, the topic today is all about rigor mortis!

You: YAAAAYYYY!!!!

Claggor: *tries holding back his laughter*

He always looks forward to Forensics class every day because of you; If he's stressed from assignments and clubs or simply not having a good day, just spending time with you will immediately brighten him up

He's the type that watches you with a dreamlike smile as you're singing to Megan Thee Stallion on top of a cafeteria table

Classmate: Hey uh, who is that?

You: HANDS ON MY KNEES, SHAKIN ASS, ON MY THOT SHIT-

Claggor: My s/o (❀,,,UwU,,,)

Imagine you guys going to a street carnival: Him blushing happily while carrying you on his shoulders as you holler with joy at the loud, colorful fireworks show (He insisted he carry you so you could get a better look at the sky)

He'll supportively encourage you when you're trying to win carnival games and gives you kisses when you win; If you don't, remember that Claggor is a CHAD - He's a beast at these games and will win you that giant stuffed Totoro no matter what

If you excitedly tell him the Totoro plush reminds you of him his heart will M E L T

Claggor is probably the only person who can calm you down; Like let's say you have too much energy to sleep, and you're happily bouncing around until he catches you in a warm hug; You freeze, immediately going limp in his arms, and allow yourself to fall asleep this way if you can

He'll definitely stay up late having animated conversations with you on the phone about anything on your mind; Like he'll continue talking to you until he hears your voice getting groggy and you start yawning more often

If he hears you softly snoring on the other end, he'll whisper a quiet "I love you" before ending the call and leaving a text saying good night

If you spam him with memes or other things you think he'll find interesting, he'll take the time to go through all of them and leave a comment for each and every one

Even before you guys started dating, he'd always offer you to spend time with him at the library or at Vander's apartment for study dates

Sometimes, you'd be too hyper to sit still and focus on homework, usually getting distracted with something or a new thought that pops into your mind

Claggor doesn't mind this one bit, though he's worried about you getting in trouble with teachers or pulling all nighters if you don't finish your assignments (He gets sad whenever he sees you come in the next day looking tired with bags under your eyes)

He's the type who makes a deal to give you a forehead kiss with every question you get right until you've finished all your homework; Afterwards, it's cuddle time while watching shows on his computer

If you're the type to do shit like hitching a ride in the back of garbage trucks around the city, Claggor would be chasing after you down the street, telling you to get down from there while praying you don't get hurt (He's the one that's been literally keeping you alive this whole time)

Gives you hugs and holds your face in his hands as he checks if you're hurt once you leave the garbage truck :,)

One time you and the Vander Crew hijacked the school's golf cart and took it for a joy ride (Why? Cuz it was senior ditch day)

You were driving while Mylo and Vi were cheering you on; Claggor on the other hand was being all "Sweetie, sweetie, your left, watch out for the PIGEONS—"

After Vi took the wheel for multiple donuts in a parking lot, you had to comfort a nauseous Claggor throwing up in a nearby trashcan

All in all though, spending time with you is what makes his life so exciting, and he cherishes every fond memory no matter how many heart attacks you might give him :)

#arcane #arcane headcanons #claggor arcane #claggor x reader #arcane league of legends

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Head empty, all thots of Silco being fucked stupid by male reader. The big bad crime boss just a drooling mess 🥰

18+ nsfw blurb minor begone

Absolutely. Silco seems like a big bad guy but when you get him under you its a whole other story, you're a big person, like big in general, like your taller than Vander for one, but not much taller maybe an inch or two They actually use to make fun of you when you were all younger for being so short. But who's the big bad wolf now? You.

He absolutely loves loves loves when you destroy him from the back, he did when you were both younger and he does now. He may have gotten better at handling your rages of pure brutal fucking to the point where his hips would brusie from your handling and he couldnt get up the next day, not that he didnt love it. Thats what he wanted. Thats what he always wants you to totally decimate him, especially when you've both had a hard day, its like your blinded by anger when you fuck him and he's addicted.

If he's being to loud you'll gag him and bind him up and fuck him even harder.

#arcane silco headcannons #silco arcane #arcane silco #lol silco #silco thrist #silco the honorary dilf #silco #silco simp #silco smut

[chickenparm]

Hello miss parm. I have a small simple question. Have you ever think to make fanfictions with Vander x Reader? Have a great day!!!!!

have thought about it, vander isn't the right kind of daddy for this thot but i am open to being proven wrong always

[shortkingvi]

I'd like to propose that Vi and Caitlyn know how to cook. Vi's range in the kitchen is more diverse while Caitlyn is specific to what her dad and her used to make in the kitchen when she's a kid. idk as an asian, there are dishes that have cultural significance and I'd like to think that her dad taught her some things so that she can learn something about herself, about him and his side of the family tree.

i love that this is phrased like you’re in front of a council of elders

also PERSONALLY i’m of the opinion that vi can’t cook because a: prison and b: vander was def always making their food for them but also,,,,,,,,,, the thot of both of them sharing dishes their dads taught them to make,,,,,,,,,,, oh i am passing away!

#asks #anon

[thecyrillictrolls]

caelumteria replied to your post: ��@ Vander: So are your hoe days behind you? Are...

“Taming the thots” Im dying akfkgjk

ITS TRU THO when i first debuted him i got multiple people approaching me wanting to quad with him i was so surprised?? do people not like having shippy flings or fwb ships???

#caelumteria #OOC #altho his red ship is arguably the most fulfilling ship i have #but i made his muse with the intention not to try and get quads for him #and his red is a very special case anyway due to their circumstances #it was probably like the ONLY way he could have ever gotten a red anyway

[vander-affectionate]

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑's a fucking bull, built like a shitting barn, can throw you down the block and pick you up without breaking a sweat because he felt like holding you. but you don't understand how he struggles to find a place to put his hands when you ride him. he's quivering with an arched back when you sink down on him and "fuck don't force yourself to take it all" and he's delirious with only your weight on top of him to bring him back to earth. submissive he is and breedable you are when he could easily pin your hands to the mattress and lay some thanks on ya

#im saying you're missing out #i make the rules #if you ride him then you're RIDING this man #he's a bull and he goes down easy #except when he doesn't #then you should run #vander x reader #vander smut #arcane smut #vander thots #i take no criticisms #he could choke me and i'd thank him

[mattelodchikova]

Is it just me or do vander and phi phi kinda look similar in drag like when I saw the thumbnail for mug I thought it was phi phi before I read the title lol

woa ya when i saw it i thot she looked similar 2 another queen but i coulfnt put my finger on it but ya now that u mention pheefs i totally c it !!!

#i think its partly rhat they hav similar facial features but also the way they do their eyes !! #also they both wear body paint a lot so that too !! #Anonymous

[vander-affectionate]

its me, probably one of fhe worst times to post but idk if this is getting finished so here ya go, some vander with fhe kids but not much else. shorter than i'd like but i love it all the same, this is for you my dearest rebloggers, minors do not interact with my fluff, im trusting you to be regulate yourselves and ageless blogs gtfo

It’s spring. The months where people are out and about more often than not. It’s the months where people don’t frequent bars as often and months where break-ins are more frequent. You’re not too worried about those. Not when you’re breathing in the peppery cedarwood scent that wafts off Vander from the many nights of wiping counters and the faint tarry, smoky smell from his pipe.

His arm around your waist pulls you closer and grunts when your leg brushes the semi hard on between his legs. It’s not to be acted upon. That much is obvious when he grumbles and leans down to wedge his face between your cheek between you and the pillow.

You hear muttering and you hum, trying to get your thoughts together when your hand, dwarfed on his bicep, rubs up his bicep until a long hum is rasping from his chest. It’s a pretty sound that always makes your heart leap. His face doesn’t move an inch from where he’s wedged it between your cheek and the cotton stuffed pillow. His breath is hot when he murmurs near your ear.

“S’ a weeken’. An’ sprin’.” he slurs, pecking your cheek lazily. “Sleep.”

Your eyes are heavy and almost heed the instruction until you hear a distant clanging. Vander pulls you so you’re half on top of him so he’s your pillow and you’re his to cuddle apparently.

“Ignore it.” He mutters, arms tightening around you. The warmth he emits makes you think better of the conscience in your head and you sink easily into him. “S’ a mess for later.”

The door squeaks only slightly, but you both dismiss it in favor of getting a little more sleep. But the bed dips near your feet and continues until you feel something settle on Vander’s side. The bed sinks again and again and again. Sleep is slipping away, but Vander is not having it.

“There’s no way they’d still be in bed if they remembered.” Claggor slinks down on the bed to fit perfectly in the bend of your legs and rests his head on your thigh. “Maybe we should wait for tomorrow.”

“No. We’re going today.” Mylo is insistent and starts bouncing on the bed. Vi joins him and you can hear Powder stifling a laugh from the left side, Vander’s side of the bed.

You groan, knocking on his chest, “Do something.”

“They’re yours before sunrise.” He knocks on your waist.

You sit up, squinting as you find they’re all dressed and in gear. If the sun hasn’t risen then today must be one of those days. You smirk, “Something big must be going on for all four of you to be awake at the same time, especially this early.”

Vi jumps off the bed and onto the floor. “I told you they forgot.”

Powder holds up one of Vander’s old maps and you sigh, shaking your head. “You promised.” She sings, waving the paper and you knock on Vander’s chest.

“You promised.” You laugh, rubbing your eyes.

“Promised what?” He sits up while you fall back into the mattress, grabbing his pillow and setting it underneath your head as you glance over how wild his hair had become from trying to tuck himself against you.

“The heist!” Vi crosses her arms. “We’re pulling that heist you promised today.”

Vander thinks, scratching his beard, “Promised, eh?” He shoots Powder a smile, “Sure I didn’t say probably?”

You shove him in the back with your foot and it earns you a playful glare, “You crossed your heart.”

He motions for Vi to hand him a pillow and Powder is scrambling to get out of the crossfire, “Did I now?”

You’re laughing before Vander even swings his pillow and you throw one at him, ducking so that it hits Vi square in the face. Claggor and Powder struggle to yank Vander off the bed and somewhere between Vander accidentally hitting Mylo with his pillow, you’d convert the other two into your army before Vander was on the floor with his feet in the air, laughing when you stumbled off the bed and land right on his chest.

“Come on!” Mylo’s trying to drag Vander up, but you’re getting up and nudging the big lug with your foot.

“You heard him.”

Vander waves, “Alright, alright- we’re coming. Go lock down the fort.”

They go scrambling out, decidedly splitting up to cover more ground faster. You’re about to get changed when Vander yanks you down to the floor with him in his mess of sheets and torn pillows from the pillow fight.

You smirk down at him, “Good morning, handsome.”

He chuckles and brings you down so his lips brush his. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

#arcane.vi #arcane.jinx #arcane.milo #arcane.claggor #vander thots #this is some fluff #it was a request for a day out with the kids but i dont have much motivation to finish it #its not going to stop me from sharing it #i love this btw #i read it like twice a day #vander x reader #vander x you #arcane x you #arcane x reader #vander fluff #arcane fluff #the arcane fluff #guys this is nice

[vander-affectionate]

attractive things vander does

thinking about what the little habits the big man can't break

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or else you will be blocked, nothing particularly smutty or angsty. ig mostly fluff, but it is suggestive in some parts.

keeps eye contact with you, always has his attention on you when you're talking to him

does not matter if he's doing something, if he's cooking then you're on the counter and he's giving you these glances while he does, dilligently listening

gets kind of bashful when you compliment him

no one openly goes around saying your eyes look nice in the lanes so when you do compliment him, you're getting the tips of his ears turning red, a breathy little laugh, the whole works

vander's made a habit of resting his hand on your thigh. nothing personal he just loves the occasional squeeze and how it fits in his hand

you next to him as he's unwinding for the evening or maybe you're sitting in with a distributor who's trying to get over on him, his hand will be on your thigh and you are his official stress ball

he laughs in the middle of a tense situation and it's hot

it's intimidating for you, but it doesn't mean it doesn't make you any less horny whenever he does it bc you're debating on flight or fight when someone threw a pint at him. he laughed after it clocked his head and the dark look after is a sign for you to run along

when in the comfort of your shared home, he's picked up this habit of sweats or any of his pants hanging low on his hips

he's tired, fresh from a shower and more than likely had a good day if he's uncaring of how the only thing keeping his sweats up are his hips and the not so little swell between his legs

playfully, out of nowhere "yes ma'am"

there's a few times where vander's surprised you with this and you're not sure if he knows what he's doing or if he's just poking at you but either way you're a little winded

his thumbs swipe underneath your shirt while he kisses you and he grins if you shiver

*so this is love starts playing* he loves to be touching you, appreciating you and your body in anyway he can. since you banned him from playing with the waistband of your pants, he's picked up trailing his thumbs over your tum and over your hips

his happy trail making any kind of appearance

an iconic celebrity appearance, he doesn't try to get rid of his happy trail but the kept bushel of hair leading down to his groin is rare to see. drag your fingers over it and expect a reward

stretching (bonus points if he groans)

one of the best things about tired!vander is when he's finally closed up shop and he folds his arms behnd his head to stretch out his spine. he usually just takes a deep breath as he does this before he asks if you'll let him take you somewhere more private hehehe but you can expect a nice little groan from him after a particularly taxing day

casually fixes your clothes for you

does not say anything about it and you usually won't get any warning, but it most often happens when he's talking to you and he never interrupts or shifts the conversation while he does. or other times he'll do it in passing and he'll stop you for a kiss to het you still enough for him to do so

#the arcane x reader #the arcane x you #the arcane x y/n #vander x reader #vander thots #vander x you #vander x y/n #the arcane fluff #vander fluff #the arcane imagine #vander imagine #the arcane hcs #the arcane headcanons #vander hcs #rumi's rambles

[vander-affectionate]

mornings with you

vander x reader

how lovely can one morning get?

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or else you will be blocked, gn!reader, fluffy things with vander, reader's got a little pudge on their body, i'll add more later but i think i got it all, suggestive bc vander. sleepy, domestic, very affectionate vander

Stillness engulfs the world and in the rare moments of the morning, nothing can be heard except the quiet sort of buzz from the neon signs, but this is when you wake. You’re sitting up in bed when you hear the buzz of signs whirr off and the sun isn’t quite in the sky. Running your hand down your face as you relish in the warmth beneath the covers and a glance at your side confirms that this morning is another one for the books.

Vander’s on his back, snoring softly with his hair obscuring some of his face and the rest of it is wildly thrown over the pillows. You smile, pressing a kiss on his squishy pec before sliding your legs out of the bed. The moment of looking for something to put on your feet is interrupted when an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back into the center of the bed. You can feel Vander dig his face into your side, nuzzling you softly, murmuring incoherently as he lays unconscious with his arms protectively wrapped around you. Rubbing your hands over his arm coaxes them to loosen their hold.

You turn, setting a pillow on your thigh and Vander naturally gravitates towards it. Slate eyes crack open and a wobbly smile surfaces as the man settles in your lap, closing his eyes and rumbling some sigh as your fingers run through his hair.

“S’early,” he slurs, still in the clutches of the sleep you thought he’d been in. “Stay ‘ere.”

You lean down, pecking his cheek and he turns, brushing his lips with yours, trying to lean forward for more, but you’re quietly giggling and sitting up as he pouts and sinks back into the pillow you’ve placed on your thigh.

“Alright.” your voice is soft and a lullaby to his tired mind. “We’ll sleep in a little longer.”

He hums his approval and you shift the pillow so that his head follows with it and you’d successfully extracted yourself from his arms. You know by now how to get out of his arms when he’s half-asleep and rasping for kisses,

It’s not until you’re halfway through making breakfast for the both of you when you feel that familiar warmth envelop your waist entirely and lips on your neck and shoulder briefly. You laugh quietly, feeling him sway on his feet slightly and you follow in suit, uncaring about the surprise being ruined when he’s as warm as he is and it’s still quiet this morning even as the sun shines itself over the fissures.

“You’re supposed to say in bed with me,” he rasps against your skin and the rough drag of his beard against your neck makes you hum, thoroughly pleased with being wrapped up in his arms. “Breakfast comes later.”

You smile, leaning your head back onto his chest while you shuffle food around the pan in front of you. “You know you wake up grumbling about breakfast.”

He sighs exasperated, a petulant sound that makes you smile wider as his fingers cup your jaw, “Then I’d eat you instead.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours.

The groan you earn from him when your mouth falls open and run your tongue along the roof of his mouth makes him shudder and press the stiffness in his groin against you. He pulls back and give him the same smile that he’d forced out of you from how clingy he’d been earlier in the morn’.

He opts for pressing kisses from your collar and up your neck, dragging his hands up the shirt that’s too large for you to rest on the pudge of your stomach. You blame him for it, but you’ve never been happier that he’s made you so carefree.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“My favorite.” you smile up at him.

He huffs, squeezing his arms around you. “Usually when you make breakfast for someone else, you’re supposed to cook their favorite.”

You don’t look at him, but he knows your smiling. He can hear it in your voice as he lets you go to grab a couple plates, “Who said this was for you?”

“If I wasn’t invited, then it was obviously a surprise for me, love.”

You laugh and the sound makes his heart lurch as you set the pan aside. He sets his arms on the counter, watching you rather than the plates of food that his stomach is hounding for. It can wait when such a pretty sound is all he hears in the stillness of the morning. He sets his hand on your cheek and presses a few lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

“You are too full of yourself.”

“Mm,” he hums against your temple, trailing kisses down your cheek. “So am I in charge of second breakfast?”

“We are not having second breakfast, again.” you tell him as you collect utensils. He takes plates and waits for you to lead so that he won’t have to push open a door. He mostly waits so that he can see you in his shirt at a better angle. “You’re trying to get me all soft around the middle like you.”

“You are soft so what difference does it make if you get any softer. I think you’re jealous.”

You snort, siding up with him on the couch and trading your p;ate for a utensil in a practiced manner you’ve been doing for years. “You’re going to make me all fat.”

He grins, stealing a piece of food off your plate and you jab him with the dull end of your fork. “Fat and happy.”

You tilt your chin up and kiss him, this time it’s longer and you fully enjoy the light scrape of his beard on your cheeks. “Good morning, my love.” you mutter against his mouth.

He lets you settle back into his side, both of you enjoying the morning hours and listening to the world begin to come to life. Everchanging is the world outside, but it’s still the same, always has been the same with Vander for years.

“Good morning, my darlin’.”

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[vander-affectionate]

I’m sorry, but imagine a fem!reader who talks big, like an absolute teasing brat when the bar is open, and has been on a streak for a 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 with Vander being unable to do anything about it due to business or reader getting off early or something. Then finally reader is there to help close and…read my mind, lovey, I’m sure you know what I’m thinking

yo, i almost drooled for this one. you know i gotchu-

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or else you will be blocked, smut, fem!reader, semi-public sex, impact play, condescending tones, dry humping, fingering, soft dom vander, d/s themes, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, anddd size kink?

You have been the reason that business has amped up over the years. It’s no secret that you’re a pleasant little candle in the murky undercity and it adds to the refuge that Vander hails in the heart of it all. Tables are left cleaner than they usually are, patrons fight less as you could be hurt if someone fell on you, and above all many just came for that dazzling grin you’d give someone. It helped forget about everyone’s place in the world of the beacon of progress overhead and the people left in the shadows of it. Vander could care less though.

A catch is what you were and it was days like these that let him know you were exactly that. At first when you leaned over the pool table to grab a cue and that cute skirt you wore rode up, he thought it was an accident. Beer shot out of the older man’s nose and he hissed at the sting, watching you stand abruptly as the row in front of him swept up in laughter at a slip up like that from Vander.

You came over, cleaned his face and kissed the side of his mouth when he told you to watch how you went around in that skirt of yours. When you nodded and smiled so innocently at him, he thought that you’d been grateful for him, but now he felt stupid that he gave you the time of day at all.

You are his girl. It doesn’t help that you’re the shining pride of the Drop and if he had a say in it, he’d say you were the jewel of the whole undercity. You laughed and his shoulders slumped as he cut off the tap.

You were such a good girl when you weren’t acting like a needy brat.

Before the bar opened up, you’d ground back into his crotch to which you both had a steamy morning grinding against each other near the bar and he’d nearly came in his pants with how you worked yourself against his trousers. You were moaning so sweetly into his neck and his hand was on your hips, grinding you back, your flimsy panties soaked through and nearly staining his until you pulled away completely and told him you were taking the morning off.

He thought you’d relieve him later. It’s been five days since then and he’s had it. He’s been rougher on those who scuff the pool table that already had plenty of marks on the wood already and nearly scared the shit out of his younger patrons when they started scrapping a little too closely to you.

Last night you’d come out of his shower wearing one of his shirts, hands gripping the headboard while you grind your slick pussy over his throbbing cock and he was a mess, rutting up to meet your thrusts and his fingers digging roughly into your hips. He threw his head back at one point and shouted when you rolled your hips making a mess between you two. You kissed him until his eyes rolled back and told him that there was a delivery for the bar early in the morning and he needed his sleep.

He barely slept with his raging hard on and he’s been on and off half-hard since then. It hurts. He’s barely gotten drinks right through the day because all he can think about is burying himself in your tight little hole and making you scream. Making you feel all the pleasure you’d given him at once and giving it back to you tenfold until you were a drooling, simpering mess.

The bar closed early today and before you could take your leave his large hand set itself on your stomach and brought you right back to the bar where he picked you up and sat you in on a recently vacated bar stool.

“What do you need, love?” You asked, kissing his arm before he leaned on the bar and down to kiss you sweetly.

It makes you dizzy how he kisses you and bites your lip, kissing you again and then running his tongue over the swollen flesh. It makes you push up to kiss him harder, but you don’t realize you’re about to fall until Vander’s catching you.

“Y’alright?”

You wave him off, following him behind the bar before you hop up onto it. “I’m fine. Did you want to hear what was brought in yesterday from the deliveries?”

He doesn’t scold you when you hop up onto the counter. He takes a couple pints from you and sets them aside as he begins wiping down the counter face. “You remember it all?” He teases gently, offers you a heartstopping smile. It makes you forget what you’d said a minute ago to procure such a treasure. Vander nudges you, “S'alright if you don’t remember.”

You tsk, needing every ounce of willpower to look away, “What, Whatever. Of course I remember.” you stammer. “There was the polish you wanted for the tables, it came today and…”

Vander let you talk awhile, wiping down the counter and around until he asks you to lift both your legs so he can get underneath them and you do.

But you fall backwards.

You shriek and land flat on the bar, both your legs on Vander’s shoulder as he leans his head on the bar, laughing into his arm when you glare at him. You swear up and down at him, threatening to knock his head off, but you don’t get to when he presses his thumb directly to the damp spot in those pretty little panties you’ve been bending over in and giving him an eyeful of all night.

He smiles, pulling you so your ass hangs off the bar and he kisses your knee. “I’m tired, love. You notice that lately?”

Silver bands rake over where the skirt of your little sundress exposes your plush thighs and up your stomach to the straps of the dress that are barely keeping your chest from spilling out for him to see. Those gorgeous slate eyes rendered prettily with a golden glow could not keep themselves off you. A lump formed in your throat making you swallow thickly as he kissed down your legs and continued circling his thumb over your folds through the frilly panties.

A whimper forced out of your mouth as he bit the underside of your leg, kissing and lapping at the spot drawing blood to the surface of your skin. Your hand tangled in his hair as your stare aligned with his. Words caught in your throat, wanting to beg him for more of his fingers when he tugged the only thing separating him from your glossy folds.

“Mm, s’my baby gonna sit here? Can’t think, can y’?” He smiles on the swell of your inner thigh.

You try to recall his initial question, but you jolt, a whimper breaking off into a moan as a thick finger sinks into your shivering hole. You reach for his arm, scrambling to find something to hang onto and set on curling your fingers into his hair. The drag of the digit inside of you makes your legs twitch and it’s drawing the prettiest sounds from you, gasps and whines from the slow pace he’s giving you. The slight curl of his finger, then another added to drag slowly against your puffy walls makes your head fall back against the bar. It’s teasing.

“Vander.” you growl and try to prop yourself up on your arm, but as it turns out, like always, he was holding out on you.

Your arch is pretty and damn near automatic when he’s pressing two fingers knuckle deep into your sopping entrance and against that spongy spot that makes you scream. Incredibly, you don’t scream instead you shriek so loud that it faintly reverberates on the bar counter and fuck, if anyone’s standing outside the bar then they had to have heard that. But why would Vander give you time to think when he can suck your clit?

He does just that and you’re gasping, jolting, bucking towards him despite the fear of someone walking in. Anyone could walk in. Benzo- oh shit. What if he walked in? Good luck living-

A sharp slap to your clit makes you jolt into the bar counter and look up at Vander. “Since you’re stuck in that head of yours,” he presses a kiss to your clit that faintly burns from the slap. “Why don’t you decide whether or not you deserve to cum?”

“I deserve it.” you say without missing a beat. “I swear I deserve it, Vander. Please, I…” your voice trails because he’s rocking his fingers in and out of you, firmly pressing his knuckles to your ass and dragging out slowly before shoving them back in so the sound echoes in the bar. You hum contentedly at the pace, but it turns into a whine. “Vander, I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?” He pushes your legs back so your body bows up off the counter and into his waiting fingers. “I’m not sure you remember what it means to be good for me.”

He rubs his thumb over your clit and you groan quietly, head falling back against the bar counter as he keeps his pace and your legs folded against your chest while he watches all your glistening spend go rolling down the curve of your ass and onto the bar counter.

“Bendin’ to show the whole bar this pretty ass of yours, flirtin’ with - yeah,” he grins when your wide eyes meet his. “Thought I wouldn’t notice you flirting? My pretty girl forgets who keeps her out of trouble, hm?” He nips your calf, watching as you shiver and buck against him. “Think I’m the only one who’s seen these cheeks this week?”

Fuck.

Your face feels like it’s going to explode and you groan, throwing your arms over your face as Vander laughs gently, pressing kisses down your legs. “Wanted my attention so bad, didn’t you?”

His lips wrap around your clit again, nipping and then sucking your clit with no remorse. Your legs knock against the side of Vander’s head, but that only seems to spur him on more until you’re bucking and cumming against his face.

Something rips and you realize Vander had never taken your panties off. From the force of your orgasm and how tight your body locked up when you came, one of your legs had opened wide when you tried to back away from Vander’s mouth. Your fingers are tangled in his hair as he adds a third finger, kitten licking your precious little pearl until your mouth is open in a silent scream and trying to decide whether to push or pull his head away.

He smiles against your mound, watching as you whimper, moaning his name so sweetly while he tugs your stomach tight, threatening to make you cum again as you shudder and try to kick away.

“G-Gods, Vander fuckin’ - I just came, please!” you cry, throwing your head back and pressing him forward as your body betrays your mind trying to escape the pleasure.

He removes his mouth, bringing his hand down and rubbing your clit in slow circles as he curls his fingers just the way you like, pistoning his fingers until your body falls lax against the bar and your legs start quaking mid-air.

“M’gonna cum again fuck-” your voice breaks off in a whimper and you moan pitches higher the closer you get to gushing on his fingers again.

“Take it.” he growls, pinching your clit.

It makes you buck and you stay practically pressed to his other hand while yours fly to your mouth, doing nothing to keep your whiny moans from filling the bar. He only stops when you’re gasping from the soft flicks of his thumb against your clit.

Vander laughs softly at how your legs are still twitching in the air and he gently guides them so you’re laid on the bar counter. “Alright?”

You nod, licking your lips and preen under Vander’s fingers that are rubbing over your stomach that clenches softly from cumminng so hard for him.

Your eyes nearly close. They fly open when you feel the world turn sideways. You’re on your stomach and very much still on the bar, but your legs can’t touch the ground, you’ve never been able to and you realize there’s a reason that Vander’s set you like this.

“Fuck. Vander.” Your head falls forward on the bar and your legs are quivering as the head of his cock sinks in.

“Feel good?” He smirks from where he’s kissing between your shoulder blades.

Your eyes roll back when he sinks himself the rest of the way in. It burns so. fucking. good. He relishes in the way your mouth falls open and his couple fingers sink into your mouth, feeling the beginnings of drool against his palm.

He gives an experimental thrust and you gag on his fingers when you jolt forward from the power of his thrust. “Suck on 'em, darl.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

Vander gives another thrust and it makes your tits spill out the front of your dress. His hand leaves your mouth momentarily to tug you up, hips still pressed to the bar so he can look down at you.

Your eyes are glassy and teary, he tilts you up more and he sees your nipples are hard. Probably from the way they’ve been rubbing against the fabric of your dress. The position gives him the perfect eyeful of how you look on his cock and you can’t ignore the subtle sliding gravity, that fucking bastard gravity, sinks you further down onto it. It makes your jaw loosen that much more and Vander removes his fingers to press his tongue against your mouth.

“So pretty. Such a pretty fucking thing, you are.” He laughs, removing his thumb to shove his tongue into your mouth when he thrusts upward so your ass is pressed firmly against him.

You sob into his mouth, hands scrambling for his arm, the bar- anything for leverage.

“Let’s see how many times you can cum, hm? Need to make up for all that teasing.” He kisses your cheek and kisses down your neck.

The slow drag of his cock against your gummy walls, spasming and tightening against him as he pulls out makes him groan quietly. He bites your neck harder than usual, but fuck it feels good when you’re this blissed out.

“After all…”

Vander presses you against the bar and tugs his shirt off, revealing the pudge of his stomach and his own fucking chest that you really would love to bite right now. Mark him all up, but he thrusts into you and suddenly your head is empty again.

“It’s been a long, long week.”

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[vander-affectionate]

stroke game

vander x reader

[ MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT ]

18+ content

i’m 100% straight from sleep so lemme tell you about thi before i forget: you’re on your back and vander’s hand is sprawled on your stomach. mind you, his hand isn’t cupping your hip or almost engulfing yours to keep your hands in place. it’s a fraction [if not] all of your stomach.

you might arch for more of his fatty cock that’s stuffed in your creamy entrance and you might think that you can push yourself back on him because his fingers trail gently up your waist, but that’s alright because his baby needs to be corrected. make no mistake you will be corrected. your leg twitches from how it’s suspended in the air, half-folded because you can’t decide what to do with it in your fucked-out state. but that’s to be expected.

he leans forward while he slides his hand down to your pelvis. just a bit of his weight, added force to your hips keeps them pinned and keeps his engorged length slipping in and out of you with ease.

you’re sweating. you’re not sure if it’s only your face because his breath, sharp with mint because you’d caught him as he was leaving - reminding him that he promised to close up today for you. what a price to pay it was when you appeared before him in nothing but his shirt. he smiled a little. the kind where he stops what he’s doing and you can see the way his jaw relaxes for a split second. maybe it was the way your legs shifted or the fact that you’re wearing his clothes, but you’re smirking at the way his mouth shuts and his jaw clenches.

you laughed when he tossed you over his shoulder, but you can’t now. you’d love to at how you have him wrapped around your finger, but you’re too preoccupied with how well the occasional vein that bulges from his cock strokes over your walls every time he pulls out.

he grins when you’re cumming again.

one might think it’s you that he’s got wrapped around his finger, but when your eyes flit open as your pretty little cunny is spasming around his length and you whimper his name - so needy. so pretty.

vander can’t help the intense shudder that climbs his spine and his vison spots with how hard he cums. he grips your leg, pushing himself flush to you and watching how you take his cock so well. he swears low in his chest and it turns into a drawn out grown because he can’t stop fucking into you, even if it means you’re both being overstimulated.

but anyway. i was just thinking about vander’s stroke game and stuff...

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