#vander arcane
counting-stars-alone · 7 months ago
Y’all could have fucking told me Arcane was gonna screw me up, but no. You lured me in with your gay shit, and I got traumatized sisters.
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deadlilmoon · 6 months ago
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father figure
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notoriouslydevious · 6 months ago
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Family by Janemere
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cyan-skulls-writing · 3 months ago
I loved the morning after hc! It was so wholesome 🥲
I'll just ask for one more scenario if it's no trouble? Can you do the arcane characters when the reader smacks their ass as they pass by and says something flirty? You don't need to do this if you're not comfortable writing it!
No trouble at all! Sorry this is late, I’ve had midterms. Here they are!
Arcane Characters + Reader Smacking their Ass
implied sex but sfw
with: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika and Mel
gender/body neutral
Viktor will never admit that he yelped, but he did, like you stepped on a cat’s tail. He is bright cherry red, up to his ears and stretching to under his collar. You know from experience he blushes down to his chest. If you’re at home he mostly just laughs and brushes it aloof, if you’re in public he will just fucking die. He will pass away.
“Hello my love, I— ah! What— ah, um. Haha, alright then.”
No matter where you are, Jayce is kinda mad. No talk he, he angy. If you’re at home, he wants more, if you’re in public, he’s worried about his reputation. He isn’t uncomfortable with it, but he does think it’s a little juvenile I guess? There are other ways to get his attention which he prefers. If you notice he’s particularly needy that day, well, that doesn’t mean anything.
“Oh hey, you— hey! Ugh, you’re so immature— I am not blushing! Cut it out!”
You can’t do this to Silco and get away with it. He will pay you back, and you won’t like it when he does (in a sexy way where you actually will). He’s super not chill about it. In private he might let it slide, but do it in public and you’re in a fucking lot of trouble. He tries to recover by rolling his eyes and coughing but it doesn’t work, he’s so pale you can see him flushing from miles off.
“You think you’re so fucking cute— just you wait. I’ll make you eat those words.”
It’s less fun to do this to Vander because he just barely reacts. He might like chuckle or make some comment to his friends if they’re around. He genuinely doesn’t mind, he thinks its cute and its mostly harmless. If you make a truly raunchy comment he may blush a little but he mostly doesn’t mind. He won’t smack your ass in return but he may pinch it; he’s a grabber not a slapper.
“No, hey, I’m— ah, see, this one keeps me in line. Hi there, darl.”
Ekko thinks this is so funny. He will laugh his ass off and then try to get you back. It’s turned into a game between you on who can say the stupidest thing/who can catch the other the most off guard. A bunch of the other Firelights are keeping score for you, it’s a thing. He likes to check in with you sometimes to make sure you’re still comfortable with it, which is when he’s most vulnerable for a strike. >:)
“Hey honey, what’s— FUCK. Gods damn it, you got me. You caught me unprepared this time, never again.”
Jinx will also laugh, and she will hit you back, without mercy. The trouble is her hands are really fucking bony so it usually ends up hurting even if she doesn’t mean it to. She usually finds it funny or likes that you’re like publicly displaying your relationship, it makes her happy. She only hates it if her dad is around, and honestly, death by Silco isn’t super high on your list of desires.
“Hiii sugar, how are ya-ah! Hehehehe, hello to you too.”
See, Vi does this to you all the time, so if you do it back she will just. Freeze. And look at you in total shock, her mouth dropped open in a disbelieving smile. It’s honestly so funny how long she just looks at you like she just won the lottery. She’s oddly proud if you do it in public, She likes you showing other people you’re together.
“Woah! Holy shit. I love you so much, cupcake, seriously.”
The moment your hand meets ass, Caitlyn is a blushing, stuttering mess. Poor thing just doesn’t even know how to react. She gets so embarrassed, even if you’re at home alone. She doesn’t dislike it’s just not something shes ever even considered before. She hates if you do it in public, though, she’s supposed to be composed, damn it!
“Hello, dear, I— oh! Oh, I— you, um—that is, you— ah— no, I, I’m alright I just, um. That was… unexpected.”
Sevika does not react, at all. She does this to you as a greeting, so if you do it back she just carries on as if you had just said hello to her. Literally she just doesn’t give a shit. If you go super hard she’ll just hit you back just as hard (if not harder, she’s beefy) and carry on. If you want to get a reaction out of her you have to do some wild shit like grab her titty.
“But I fucking told him, I said— oh, hi baby— so I said to him—“
Mel doesn’t dislike it? But she thinks its kind of immature. She raises one eyebrow and gives you that look that just pierces your soul. In private she might give you a smirk, but in public she will honest to god cluck her tongue at you, and at that point, you’re the one embarrassed. She has to deflect it on you so no one will look closely enough to see her blushing.
“Really, darling? If you need something you know you can just tell me.”
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terrapia · 4 months ago
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A bit of advice. Don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks. 
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alaqatzam · 4 months ago
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ships under the cut 
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if anyone comes looking for a scrap over jayce i will literally beat the crap out of you, do not test me, nobody comes between me and my big, dumb, dark-haired men
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sirrenhead · 5 months ago
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filled his space
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honeydazai · 4 months ago
perverted things the Arcane characters do
feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Mel, Marcus
warnings: nsfw content, masturbating, dry humping + more
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
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VIKTOR knows you're rather concerned about his wellbeing, which is why it only comes as a mild surprise when you offer him to take a quick nap while leaning onto your body. He's an opportunist at heart — his head is soon resting on your chest, his cheek against your soft skin, and he's not actually sleeping, not when his dick is straining hard against his trousers with how close his face is to your tits, but you either don't seem to notice or to care. Besides, he's so exhausted, so surely you'd never ask him to back off, right?
Another thing that he always enjoys is teasing you; it doesn't matter about what, really, as long as your face flushes with a lovely blush, your cheeks suddenly hot, and, god, if only he'd get to see that embarrassed expression while you're bouncing on his dick or kneeling between his legs.
“Are you quite sure you're alright with this, love? Ah—, well, then I must thank you. I could truly use a quick nap. Thank you for looking out for me. I appreciate it, I really do.”
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JAYCE has the unfair advantage of his height, so whenever he glances down at you, he's got a perfect view on your cleavage. He can't help but stare at your tits, especially when there's some lace from your bra showing. The sight alone has his dick twitching in arousal, and even though you've caught him staring a few times, you don't seem to mind it much.
It's not often that you and Jayce do sleepovers anymore, especially since he's a Councillor now, which is both a blessing and a curse for him, and also makes this one night a lot more special. He kind of missed the way he used to grind against you while you were asleep; it's not even on purpose, he's just too needy to control himself, and if your ass is pressing so nicely against his dick — really, he's sure no one would be able to resist.
“Haha, very funny, really. I wasn't staring at you — and especially not at your tits. You're just short, it's inevitable that I look down on you.”
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SILCO's lips quirk into a smirk when he 'accidentally' pushes an important document off the edge of his office desk. At this point, he doesn't even have to ask you to get it for him anymore — you bend over willingly, panties peeking out beneath your skirt, and for a moment he entertains the thought of you doing this on purpose to tease him.
He also enjoys making you beg for, well, anything, really; your whiny voice and your pouty lips get him hard almost immediately, his dick straining uncomfortably against his trousers. Whether it's for a raise or for his attention, Silco simply loves hearing you whimper and whine.
“What is it, dear? Ah, I see. So you're of the opinion you deserve a raise, hm? Honestly, I'm not quite convinced. Why don't you ask me again? Nicely this time. Mind your manners, will you?”
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The first time it happened was an accident, and that you were wearing a white blouse had been bad luck, but now VANDER has to be careful not to spill water onto your shirt too often — that'd simply be suspicious, even though he doubts you'd become wary of him that easily. The sight of your bra showing through your nearly translucent shirt is almost too much to bear for him, though.
One day, when he was looking for you and quickly glanced into your room during his search, he spotted a pair of your panties on your bed and, god, he didn't actually want to do it, but he couldn't help but take them. Now, he regularly jerks off with them in his hands, the delicate fabric wet with his precum as he grinds against it.
“So sorry 'bout that, doll, didn't see ya there. But hey, it's only water. No stain. Just wait here, I'll get you a towel — or do you want one of my shirts?”
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When VI suggests you exercise with her, you happily accept, though her offer isn't out of entirely pure intentions — she enjoys watching your tits jiggle while you're both out on a run, or seeing your ass in tight trousers when you force yourself to do another squat, despite how much you're already shaking.
She also loves the way you smell — whether your signature perfume is a rather floral or a musky scent, she's enamoured with it. Whenever you hug, she buries her head in your neck, and she even bought the perfume you use one day. Now, she regularly sprays it onto her pillow whenever she gets herself off — it simply reminds her so much of you, it's almost like you're there, laying next to her.
“Hey, come on, babe — you can go a little lower than that, can't you? Your squats need some more work, that's for sure. Lucky for you I don't mind keepin' an eye on you while you practice.”
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JINX is rather short, so, if you're taller than her, she uses this to her advantage and lays her head onto your tits while you're hugging. The gesture looks innocent enough, and it's perfect for her to inhale your scent, whether it's your natural smell or a signature perfume.
Whenever you're talking to her while focusing on something else, Jinx can't help but occasionally touch herself to the sound of your voice. While you're saying something completely innocent like what the weather is like, she's curling two fingers inside of her, another one drawing circles around her clit while you mention how your new coworker totally sucks.
“Hm? What did ya say, sugar? Ah—, sorry, 'm just a lil distracted by your voice, fuck. No, no, continue, darl. Go on. Wanna hear you talk more.”
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EKKO feels disgusted by himself when he slides a hand into his trousers to grasp at his already hard dick, precum leaking onto the fabric. His gaze is on your sleeping form, your expression so so peaceful, and his fingers close around his cock at the sight, almost making him moan. He simply can't help but jerk off while you're asleep, and it really isn't his fault that you're so intent on cuddling close to him, your ass against his hips.
Whenever you two playfully wrestle, he pins you down with one hand pinning both of your wrists to the ground, a smirk on his lips. It's not his fault that heat curls in his stomach at the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, your hair splayed out around your head like a halo and your lips opened just a little.
“You're so easy to defeat. You really need to practice some more to make this exciting, you know? Or, wait—, now you're starting to make me think that maybe you just like having me on top of you.”
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It's no secret that MEL enjoys buying you things you want — though she also can't deny that she, more often than not, picks the skirts, dresses and trousers she buys you a size too small, if only to see the fabric stretch tightly over your chest and hips, accidentally drawing more attention to the area. When you keep tugging at the cloth, self-conscious, she chuckles while complimenting you — even if your top is sheer enough to clearly show your bra.
Similarly, Mel enjoys watching you change; no matter if you're elegantly stripping yourself of your clothes or if you're awkwardly fumbling with the zipper. It's the intimacy of the act that has her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes roam over your form.
“There's no need to be shy, baby. You look as beautiful as always; I can guarantee that all gazes will be on you tonight, so quit worrying your pretty little head and trust me, alright?”
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MARCUS claims that he wants to walk behind rather than in front of you for safety reasons, though he honestly just wants to steal a glance at your panties underneath your skirt. If you're more prone to wearing trousers, the view is just as good — especially since the fabric stretches nicely to hug your curves.
Despite being embarrassed by it, he also picked up the habit of watching you shower. He's not trying to be creepy, seriously, and he respects your privacy — well, or at least that's what Marcus tells himself while he stares at your naked form, your face flushed because of the hot water, steam obscuring his view. One of his hands grasps at his own cock through his trousers and, fuck, he really should leave, but you are showering at his house, in his bathroom, he's not stalking you, and that makes it a lot less weird, right?
“What? The only reason I insist on walking behind you is that I care for your safety. You should know that by now — I told you often enough that I don't want to risk anything happening to you.”
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mommydgamer · 6 months ago
Choose your daddy
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camscendants · 6 months ago
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nerdy-arty · 7 months ago
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Episodes 1-3 of Arcane basically
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ladylutum · 7 months ago
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I can’t be the only one to connect the dots
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daevier · 7 months ago
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Riot told me this is why they hate each other-
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redheadbish · 7 months ago
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cyan-skulls-writing · 3 months ago
Arcane Characters + Washing Each Others’ Hair
sfw go nuts
With: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel
gender/body neutral, I tried to write this race neutral, please let me know if there’s anything funky in here
It’s hard to get Viktor to relax. He’s always working, always trying to improve in the name of progress, you worry for him. That’s why you’ve dragged him into the tub, back and leg brace removed, work set aside for an hour or so as you lovingly wash each others’ hair. He has very talented hands, his long fingers massage your scalp perfectly.
“I will admit I, eh, should probably work less. If this is what I get for taking a break, I certainly could be convinced to rest more…”
Jayce is actually the one who arranges the bath. He feels bad for being gone all the time, between the Hextech and his position on the Council he doesn’t spend very much time with you. You knew that going into this relationship, but he still feels bad. When you come home with groceries that night, he has you leave them on the counter and takes you into the bath. This is as much relaxation as apology, for him.
“Do you like this shampoo? I thought you would, it smells good, right? Here, lean your head back for me.”
You and Silco do this on mutual bad days. When you’ve had a frustrating day running Zaun and dealing drugs, you collapse into the tub together to wash the day away. He spends a long time rubbing in the shampoo, enjoying the feeling of your hair under his fingers. He acts with surprising tenderness, this is one of the few times he can fully relax and be vulnerable with you.
“Here, come here. Just… sit with me for a while. I trust you won’t try to drown me?”
Vander is sort of too big for your tub, and you certainly don’t fit well in it together, so you have to sit in his lap, because he wants to bathe with you and wash your hair and he will not hear otherwise. It’s a nice break format he kids, at least. For some reason, he loves washing your hair but is shy about you reciprocating, he has trouble accepting care form others.
“Ah, darl, you don’t have to— ah, that is nice. No, no, you can. Ha, thank you, bird.”
Ekko doesn’t wash his hair often, although you often care for his locs; if he ever takes them out for a bit he always asks for your help with detoxing, washing and restyling his hair. Of course he loves to help in your hair care too, it’s a little ritual for you two. But these moments, sitting in a hot bath with his hair loose, just enjoying the closeness are very special.
“Thanks for helping me with this, honey. You feel like helping me put the braids in? Later, though, I’m comfortable.”
You often forget how much fucking hair Jinx actually has. It’s always braided, so you forget that it actually reaches the floor when it’s loose. It surrounds you in the bath, floating around you like a blue cloud. It’s a bit of an ordeal washing it, so she greatly appreciates your help with it. She’ll wash your hair while you’re working on hers, she likes to scratch your scalp.
“You’re so sweet to me, trinket. Do you think we need more bubbles? I say we do.”
Vi is unused to having the luxury of a bath over a quick shower, so she finds this all very luxurious. Even if it’s just a tub full of hot water and some soap, having the time to spend with you, exchanging tender touches, she isn’t used to this. She may or may not fall asleep in the bath while you’re washing her hair, if she’s had a busy day.
“Hm? Ah, shit, sorry cupcake. Didn’t mean to pass out on you. Eugh, I’m all pruny. Let’s go cuddle somewhere drier.”
You and Caitlyn do this every night, as a sort of ritual. You’ll come home from your respective jobs stressed and tired, but you always have time for a hot bath. It’s how you unwind, spending time together, washing each other’s hair, chatting about your days, it’s a very calming part of your day. It helps you both to separate work form home— and cuddle, of course.
“How was your day, love? Ah, that does sound annoying, I’m sorry. Well, we’re here now, right?”
Sevika doesn’t actually like baths that much, they mess with her arm and she gets impatient just sitting around. She’d rather have a quick shower and cuddle you in bed, but she can appreciate the hot water on her sore muscles and your hands running through her hair. She will playfully noogie you when she washes yours, though, expect no mercy from her.
“What? You asked me to wash your hair! Hey, don’t take that tone with me, mouse. I’ll start splashing.”
Mel goes all out for when you bathe together. It’s a whole event, rose petals, bath salts, candles, fancy soaps, wine, the whole nine yards. She has a super intense hair care routine to keep her curls Immaculate and she greatly enjoys when you help her with it. She likes to read to you while you put in all her hair oils and leave-in-conditioners after you’re out of the bath.
“How’s the wine darling? Good? I’m glad. Yes, I thought after the week we’ve had we deserve a little reward, yes?”
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s0rinsleeps · 2 months ago
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Dw vi ur still tough and scary lol
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1mxg1ne · 6 months ago
League of Legends/Arcane - Vander NSFW
//brain fried from exams ,so here is a dilf to warm our hearts and insides
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):
He'll ask if you need anything and then pull you over him to cuddle, one hand on the small of your back the other under his head, and as much as he genuinely would love to small talk, he always ends up falling asleep right after.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):
Arms, straight up arms, he was and is a beast of a man he won't admit it but sometimes he flexes in the mirror just to see if he still got it (he does). On his partner he'd probably say something cheesy like their eyes, which is partially true, how prettily they shine when they are struggling to take him ,but also he is for sure a thigh guy, at any idle moment he and his partner have sitting at the bar or something he'll simply rest a strong hand on their thigh rubbing short circles while going along with any conversation he has to around him as if nothing is happening. Totally an ass slapper too, when you pass by him guard your back.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person):
Breeding kink, i am calling it, he fucks as if he is on a mission and that mission is to breed his partner as possible or impossible as it is for them to get pregnant.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He has definitely stolen a pair of his partner's underwear keeping them in his back pocket, for the days they are not around, keeping their scent close to him.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):
He has experience, if you ask him he'll simply chuckle, saying something about it being so long ago, but that man knows what he is doing, its almost scary how quickly he can find those spots that make his partner see stars.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual):
Anything that helps him get deep and anything that has him pressed as close to them as possible like, the cuddler and sidewinder for example.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc):
It depends on the mood, this man can do it all , sometimes he will tickle you to feel you tighten around him when you laugh, other times he is so intense his gaze makes you want to cower from him as he holds your jaw and stares you down after an argument, his other hand guiding your hand to his cock.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.):
Doesn't really shave or anything, probably really really hairy, but he tends to use whatever fruity shampoo or soap his partner brings so he smells good.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…):
Again he can do it all, he'll bring out an especially fancy wine he had been hiding after everyone left his bar, maybe play some romantic music and slowly help you strip layer by layer while kissing his way down your body.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):
Before the kids came into his life he probably did it more often, fucking into his fist when he didn't have anyone next to him, after the kids though he tends to forget about taking care of himself in more ways than one, looking out mostly for them.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):
Breeding, very minor roleplaying (would not be opposed to a daddy here and there, but expect to be called mommy in return, and expect him wanting to make you a mommy at some point if you know what i mean).
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):
Before the kids, anywhere in the undercity, anywhere he could get his hands on his partner, after the kids come into his life though, the options are limited, not that he minds it much, he still gets the urge to simply bend his partner over the bar's counter, but he holds it in, most of the time.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):
It could be anything really, its the simple things that rile him up, a particularly passionate argument, wearing his clothes, domesticity etc, he is a simple man, having someone long term does the trick really.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):
Probably share his partner, he gets surprisingly jealous, especially if it’s someone younger, he'll joke about it ,but from the clench of his fists and the way he encourages you to be louder than usual, it definitely bothered him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc):
He eats out like he is a starving man, strong hands keeping his partner's hips still as he dives in and won't get up until his partner's thighs are shaking around his head, only then will he step away right before they cum because his greatest pleasure is having then cum around his cock.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.):
Usually he will go for a slower pace, his cock going as deep as possible before pulling back and then back in again slowly keeping his partner close to his body, but if his partner asks or if he is riled up he'll simply pull their legs over his shoulders/arms and fuck the breath out of them.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.):
As much as he'd love to simply take his time, he knows someone will come looking for him, if its not the kids its someone from the Lanes, he simply had to get used to them, its fine really, he can simply lift up his partner and bounce then on his cock while kissing their fofehead urging them to cum quickly before anyone comes looking for them.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.):
Not as much anymore, there is so much to take into account nowadays he just finds it harder to be as adventurous as he used to be.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):
He can last a long time ,grabbing the base of his cock and taking a deep breath whenever he feels himself losing control. If he has a goal in mind he's nothing but resilient.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):
He'd rather get the job done himself in bed, kind of old fashioned in that sense.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
He doesn't have it in him to be too much of a tease, he can be rough, fuck you till tears run down your cheeks, but teasing is just not his thing, if its begging you wanna do he has other ways to get you there.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make):
He grunts ,these deep guttural grunts, he also talks a lot, curses and praises his partner calling them every variation of beautiful he can come up with and telling them how good they are to him, how wonderful they are doing and how beautiful they are.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice):
As much as he prefers giving oral, one of his main fantasies when he jerks off is his partner on their knees lips wrapped around his cock as he guides them slowly down to the base, feeling their throat squeeze the head as they swallow around his cock, he just wants to be taken care of , that's all.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words):
Oh lord, saying he is big is an understatement, he is big and especially thick, has some prominent veins that can really be felt when he is stretching his partner out .
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):
Used to be quite high, but he had calmed down for a bit, once he has someone in his life again though, that fire is ignited again and suddenly it seems he is making up for those years he had to care for the kids.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
Once he is sure you are okay he just drops dead, and he 100% snores, like these long loud ass dad snores.
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fuzzydeergirlart · 7 months ago
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I was already planning on watching Arcane because I love feral women, but then the story decided to focus on them as children who commit Crimes so I was double fucked
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chickenparm · 3 months ago
Forever - (Vander/Silco/f!Reader)
What you don't expect - as you're sitting on the ragged couch you know he'd slept on up until very recently when a certain someone put their foot down - is for Vander to lean on the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest, ankles crossed just as well as he asks if you're interested in joining him and Silco.
Together. At the same time.
i snuck a vanco onto AO3 but here's kind-of another one that smacked me upside the head and then shook me around literally all day until i wrote it. enjoy, this is probably one of my favorites that i've written.
Part Two AO3 Link
Vander/Silco/f!Reader 5,800 words - NSFW Polyamorous, Threesome, Edging, Vaginal Fingering and Oral, Vaginal Sex, m!Receiving Anal (Silco), Dirty Talk, Pre-established Vanco, Fluff
When Vander had pulled you aside with a pretty little glass of top shelf alcohol and a smile that seemed to sit unsteadily on his face, you knew something was up.
"Just wanna talk to you for a bit in the back, if that's alright with you, lass."
Of course it's alright, you've never denied Vander a thing, and you're not about to start now when the alcohol in your hand tastes so sweet. It's a bribe of some sort - you know it is because Vander always saves the good stuff for paying customers. Your only thought is about what he's trying to coerce you into doing.
What you don't expect - as you're sitting on the ragged couch you know he'd slept on up until very recently when a certain someone put their foot down - is for Vander to lean on the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest, ankles crossed just as well as he asks if you're interested in joining him and Silco.
Together. At the same time.
"A threesome?" Is how you clarify, immediately feeling dumb about asking something so obvious, but with the exception of his smile turning less nervous and more excited, he doesn't make fun of you.
"Yeah. Silco just… brought it up a few days ago, asked if maybe we could feel you out first."
"And this is you feeling me out? Not very subtle."
"I figure it's easier this way, and hey - if you're not interested, no hard feelings and you're not gonna be judged for it no matter your answer. No one else is gonna know but us."
Vander watching you, gauging your reaction as your expression changes with the rapid fluttering of your thoughts. Not only did they want you in their bed for a night, but it had been Silco's idea. Silco, who you'd secretly admired from afar for who knows how long at this point. Silco, who'd been a tentative friend, but always seemed to be skittish or unsure in your presence despite his aura of confidence elsewhere.
Maybe Silco was attracted, too.
"Was it me specifically he asked about, or a woman in general?" You decide on that as the catalyst. Vander's answer is how you'll respond, because if it's simply just to find a body to fill the space, you're not very interested in that.
Vander's expression lights up in glee, something you've only seen when the men are drunk and Vander is about to do something that will rile Silco into a fit of rage. His words are damning, "Oh, it's you or no one else. His words exactly. Silco's been making eyes at you for a long time now."
"You guys are together, though-"
"Together, but I'm not going to ban his eyes from wandering once in a while. Turns out they only wander in one direction, and mine do, too."
Shock is obvious, and your fingers nearly drop your drink when Vander openly admits to having at least physical feelings about you. At the sight of your mind grinding to a halt, Vander crosses the room and takes your drink to set on the crate that doubles as a coffee table. The floorboards beneath your boots creak as he lowers to a knee in front of you and cuts your chin with a large hand.
"You can say no. There's no hurt feelings, lass. We're attracted to you, but it's unconventional and you've never dealt with it before."
"Who says I haven't?"
Vander laughs below his breath, fixing you with an expectant look that shows all about how he doesn't believe you for a second. You don't blame him, not with how your hands shake. You clench them in your lap to hide the tremor, but Vander's hand curls around them securely.
"Do you need time to think about it?"
"No," Your answer comes quick and sharp, startling both you and the man between your knees, "I want to. With both of you."
"There's my girl. Alright, I'll let you know some details when I set it up. Give me some time."
The matter doesn't come up for two weeks, but now that you know ow what to look for, the two sets of eyes that follow you appreciatively are so obvious that you feel stupid for overlooking them before.
Vander watches, sure. You see it often, when you're in the middle of your cups, or at the end of a long night when you're meticulously stitching and cleaning the wounds of your brothers and sisters.
But Silco… you wonder if Vander has mentioned what's to come. If only because there's no way you managed to miss his gaze when it's been looking at you like this - hungry, wanting, near-feral with the way his pupils are blown and his knuckles grow white.
Eyes that follow you in the middle of a job, when you're looking your worst and covered in mud and blood. When you've just woken after a long night with barely any sleep and you're not quite sure how you're alive. A door shutting behind him as he leaves, and Vander giving you a knowing grin as his eyes flick up from where he'd been admiring your ass.
There's a pressure building, like a tension in your gut that is only just barely relieved when Vander finally murmurs to you as he passes you with a single word - Tonight. That's all you need to know, and if you spend a little extra time on self-care that evening then that's solely your prerogative. You want to make a good impression after all - there's a silly little hope that maybe this doesn't have to be a one-time thing.
You're not naive enough to think you'll be suddenly pulled into the fold as a third, but… well, the more you've thought about it over the last few weeks, the more appealing that idea sounds. You won't bring it up, but if for some reason they do, you don't plan on turning them down.
The Drop is busy, as per usual on a Friday night, but Vander finds you like a homing beacon. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes do enough as they travel the length of your body, “You wore a dress. Silco’s going to have a heart attack.”
“Is it too much?”
Vander’s laugh is loud enough that a few people turn to look, and that’s when he swings an arm around your shoulder as a friend would do so the two of you can head to the back of the bar where it’s much quieter and completely secluded from curious eyes. The moment the door closes and locks, that hand on your back slides down, down, down to the curve of your back, just above your ass.
Vander leans in, breath hot against your ear as he speaks low, “Silco’s not gonna be able to keep his hands off you. You’re going to ruin him, and you don’t even gotta touch him to do it.”
“And if I want to touch him?”
“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll let you,” There’s a door that you know leads to a room that Vander had set up as his own quarters, just at the end of this narrow hallway that barely fits the two of you side by side. You tug Vander to a stop, far enough away that the shadow moving beneath the door won’t be able to hear you just yet.
“And if I want to touch you?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Vander almost sounds scandalized, but there’s a wide grin that only spreads when he gestures vaguely to himself with his hand, “I’m all yours-”
Vander doesn’t even fight you when you push him against the wall, lips on his neck and fingers dipping beneath his shirt to skin along his stomach. On reflex, his hands catch your hips and tug you closer until you’re pressed against something already hard and heavy. You let him grind against you while you move your hands higher, nails dragging along his ribs as you suck a mark into the junction of his neck and jaw.
As soon as it starts, it ends with Vander pushing you back with quiet laughter and a kiss to your forehead that lingers as he speaks, “As much as I want to take care of you, sweetheart, tonight’s about Silco and he’d be devastated if I got too handsy with his girl before he got the chance.”
His girl. That hope brews in your chest, and you squash it just as quickly. Instead you smile a bit sheepishly and back away, your hands gliding along his skin as you pull them back slowly. Vander can’t hide the resulting shiver, but he doesn’t even try to. With his hand on your back again, he ushers you down the hall and whispers in your ear, “You’ll get a piece of me soon enough, don’t fret.”
A promise that you intend to make him keep, but first he’s opening the door and you’re greeted with the sight of Silco with his shirt off, pants hung low on his hips, and wet towel being rubbed across his head. Vander sounds too suspicious when he says, “I brought you something, Silco.”
“Is it food?”
“I suppose it’s something you could eat, if that’s how you’re feeling,” Vander’s elbow nudges your side, and you bring a fist to your mouth to stifle the quiet laughter that wells from seeing Silco so vulnerable and unsuspecting. The towel is pulled away, held at his stomach with hands that suddenly grow loose when he finally notices you.
“She said yes, by the way.”
The towel barely hits the floor by the time Silco’s on you, one hand snaking around your waist while the other curls at the base of your skull to pull you to both his chest and his lips. It’s not soft nor tender, the way he seems to entirely encompass you with long arms and heavy breaths and his tongue pushing past your lips without being denied.
Absently you hear Vander moving to the other side of the room, his footsteps heavy up until the groan of a chair under his weight breaks the sounds of Silco breathing and your whine when his hand around your back slides down to pull you closer with a grip on your ass - a grip that doesn’t leave, though his fingers do begin to the bunch the fabric higher and higher until he’s got his hand on bare skin.
That’s enough to pull away as he stares at you with a completely open expression of unfiltered awe, “Are you not wearing underwear?”
“I thought it’d just get in the way-”
“Bend over the bed. Right now,” And he all but pushes you to follow that direction. He doesn’t follow right away, and instead directs his awe at the man sitting in the armchair in the corner, already palming himself through his pants, “Holy shit, Vander.”
“Go on, get your fill in. You’ve been waiting a hell of a lot longer than I have, that’s for damn sure,” And he punctuates his instruction with a jerk of his chin, hair falling loose from behind his ear where it’d been tucked. Bent over like he’d said, you turn your head with your cheek to the blankets just in time to see Silco cross the room, prop his hands on the arms of the chair, and lean in to kiss Vander fully.
They don’t do PDA. Everyone knows they’re together, but neither of them so much as touch one another in public. But seeing them like this, together and comfortable in each others’ presence, they look good. Almost as if one was made for the other with purpose, and you can’t help but marvel at such a sight, if only for the short moment it exists.
Both sets of eyes turn toward you, and Vander traces the obvious line of your spine to your ass, along the curve of it and down your thighs. His tone is embarrassingly appreciative as he leans closer to Silco as if he were telling some great secret, “Better get over there, before I do it for you. I’m being nice by letting you go it alone, but I’m not above stealing your dinner.”
There’s a sharp hiss followed by laughter as Silco’s hand sharply grabs one of Vander’s nipples through the fabric of his shirt and twists. Vander doesn’t even retaliate, but he does watch Silco’s back as he comes to you with his breath already beginning to grow quick and shallow again. Quietly, he says your name, and when you crane your head to look at him as he settles behind you, he speaks with a tone of unfamiliar raw feeling, nothing like the carefully measured words you’ve heard from him before.
“If only you knew the things I’ve thought about doing to you,” Your skirt rises again, inverse with the way Silco lowers to his knees. You expect him to be as desperate as he’d been moments before, grabbing at you with greedy fingers like he’s won a prize. But that’s all but dissolved now, and in its place is a quiet reverence as his palms stroke against your thighs and squeeze at the plush of them.
“You never even knew, did you? How badly I wanted to touch you, taste you, hear every little sound you can make until your voice is hoarse?” Finally, finally Silco spreads you apart with his grip on your ass, exposing you to both the cool air of the room and his awestruck gaze only scant inches away. Vander’s still watching, lower lip tugged between his teeth as he works at the band of his pants to free himself.
Vander’s just as large as you expect, and already glistening at the tip as he grabs himself with a rough grip that makes him grunt. Before you can marvel at the smooth movements of his fist along his cock, you’re snapped back to Silco with the feel of a tongue through your folds, feather light and enough to make your breath leave you in the quietest whine.
“Oh, you do sound nice, sweetheart. Make her do that again, Sil.”
An annoyed sound is Silco’s answer, muffled by a mouthful of you as he presses his tongue harder against you until he drags it along your clit and you jerk back onto him to chase that feeling eagerly. Silco grips you again, one hand on your ass with the other around the front of your thigh, and gives you a harsh squeeze with both to remind you to stay still.
As long as he keeps doing that, you’ll do whatever he wants. As if he hears that thought loud and clear, he zeroes in on it and sucks it harshly between his lips until you’re shaking from the effort of keeping yourself still, and pouring that energy into a jumble of syllables and moans could be put together to make Silco’s name, but they’re a mess.
You’re given a reprieve, just for a moment as his mouth leaves you, but you’re thrown back in when that tongue of his curls inside you, pushing as deep as he can before he curls it against your walls. You’re boneless and helpless and mindless as he buries himself in you like a man starved - and from what he’s told you, what Vander’s said in passing, maybe he is.
“He’s got his mouth full right now, lass-”
“Shut up, Vander,” Silco shoots back at him, muffled still between long licking stripes that he makes between sentences,”Tell me what you need, darling.”
“I need you,” You blurt without shame, fingers aching from how you clutch the sheets to ground yourself from floating away. Silco hums, pulling away with a wet sound and replacing his tongue with two fingers that press against your entrance teasingly.
“Let me see you come undone first, then I’ll fuck you into this mattress.”
And then he’s curling them into you, fingers pressing against you like he’s learned your body over the span of hundreds of long nights rather than this being the first time you’ve been spread open in front of him like this. It doesn’t take long, whether that’s because you’re already half out of your mind with pleasure or because Silco’s also beginning to grow impatient for what comes next, you’re not sure and you don’t particularly care.
You don’t even realize it’s happening until you’re in the throes of it, arching back against his hand as he adds a third and strokes you through the tremors. He’s scissoring them, you realize it vaguely as your mind swings pendulously between too many thoughts and blissful silence. The world comes back into focus as he slows, one heartbeat at a time until you’re aware that you’re breathing hard and covered in too much sweat.
A kiss presses to the swell of your ass, then another to the dip in your spine, and one for each vertebrae until he’s at your ear, “That was beautiful, darling. Even Vander thinks so. Look.”
And you do, rolling your head until you’re taken by the sight of Vander sprawled in the chair, legs spread and hand fisting his cock with grit teeth and a wild look in his eye that could only have been matched by what you’ve seen Silco direct at you for weeks now. Vander’s near shaking, and just as his muscles tense and you’re sure he’s going to cum, his hand yanks away from his cock like he’s been burned.
Before you can question him on why he’s denied himself, he gives you a grin with too many teeth and a look through his lashes as his head slumps forward, “M’only gonna cum for you, sweetheart. Whenever Silco’s done hogging you.”
“How are you going to bring her here as a present for me and then try to rush me,” Silco’s off you, but you can hear him working at his pants until they hit the floor somewhere after being kicked off, “I’ll tell you when you can join in, but until then just sit over that and fuck around with yourself until I’m satisfied.”
“Yes, sir,” Vander’s tone is mocking, but there’s not a hint of malice in his face as he watches Silco instead of you, eyes tracing the lines of his body just the same as he’d done with you. With a grip on your hips, Silco flips you over until you’re on your back and at the edge of the bed, legs parted for him to stand between.
Silco is a sight, enough for you to prop yourself up on your elbows and take a good, long look at him until it’s burned into your eyes. Long and lean, that much you know already from having to fix him up after a botched fight once or twice, but there’s a different light to him now that isn’t the cold, clinical eye of caring for someone’s injuries.
Now, you’re not seeing those scars as something plain, but rather they add an interesting edge to him as they flex with his skin over sinewy muscle. Scars that somehow pull your eye lower to his stomach, to the dusting of hair and his cock that settles against you with a gentle rock to coat it in your arousal.
Even that feels amazing, and your eyes snap back to his face just in time to see him grinning. The man is preening under your gaze, you realize, and you love that, too. It’s only fair that you say something, if only to watch the way his breath hitches and his bottom lip catches just-so between his teeth to prevent his smile from growing larger.
“You’re gorgeous, Silco.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” His lower lip pops back out when he speaks, and you reach with one hand to pull his face to yours and take that lip between your own teeth to tug on it. Silco doesn’t let you do it for long, already grasping for control by tugging himself free and pushing his tongue into your mouth in sync with the stretch of his cock at your hole. He swallows your moan with a smile that you can feel, nudging further and further until he’s steadily grinding against you with little sounds of his own.
From the corner of your eye, Vander is stroking himself again, deliberately slow and in time with Silco’s movements. Whether it’s on purpose or subconscious, you aren’t sure, but something about his fixation on Silco makes your blood run hotter at the sight. Silco pulls back, just enough that he can look you in the eye and speak words that brush against your cheeks with his proximity.
“Isn’t he pretty? Stroking himself and watching me fuck you like this? I bet he wishes he were me, or maybe he wishes he were you.”
You’d love to see both. The thought of seeing these two turn their attention on each other had been electrifying from just that one kiss - you’re not sure what it’ll do you to for them to take it further, for Silco to treat Vander like he’s treating you - with love and yearning despite the prickly exterior he wears just beyond that door.
It hits you that you’re seeing a side of them that no one else has been allowed, and it makes you drag him in and kiss Silco all over again with a renewed giddiness. Silco gets the hint, grabbing onto you wherever he can hold you so you don’t get pushed away as his pace picks up in both speed and force.
It’s wet, both you and him coated in something that could be your arousal or his or a mixture of the two. His hair is still damp too, it brushes against your cheeks with how close he’s leaning. Silco pulls from your embrace to groan your name in encouragement, appreciation when you clench around him at a change in angle, his cock now hitting what he’d been grinding his fingers and tongue against only a short time before.
“I want to see it again, give me one more and I’ll let Vander come join us however you’d like,” Silco nearly coos at you as he worms his hand between your bodies. A tiny pleased laugh leaves him, drowned out by the sound of your sudden yelp and Vander’s quiet groan of disappointment from his own denial once more.
“Show me. Let me see your face when you lose it, it’s all I’ve wanted for so long- Yes. Just like that, lovely-”
Silco’s interrupted by the wailing moan that comes from you as he pushes you through it yet again, your knees clenching around him to keep him from pulling out further as you do exactly what he’d demanded of you. Your eyes roll uselessly behind your lids as he relishes in the tightness of your walls and the sounds you make. There’s pressure on your skin, over and over and in various spots along your neck and chest that you barely realize are gentle, open-mouthed kisses from the man between your legs.
The bed scrapes against the floor with the force of Vander’s arrival, and when you crack your eyes open you’re greeted with the two men clinging to each other once more, moving in a perfect sync that comes from knowing each other’s next move intimately. And you’re enraptured by it, even as they pull away, a string of saliva snapping between them at the movement, and they’re looking at you with expectant smiles that don’t feel as ominous as they might have been before all of this.
“You’ve fucked her stupid, Silco.”
“Yes, well, the first time should be memorable, right?”
It’s odd how he words that. The first time.
“Maybe, but I’ll be surprised if she can walk, much less be able to go further,” Vander lowers himself closer, brushing a kiss to your sweaty temple before his voice takes a softer tone, “Y’alright, sweetheart?”
“Mhm… I’m good…”
“Good enough to keep going? Need a break?” Silco’s voice comes instead of Vander’s, but you answer it just the same.
“I’m good,” You repeat, forcing yourself to be a little more alert with each passing moment, your breath coming back slowly and your fingers aching from the grip you had on the sheets below, “I c-can keep going.”
“Yeah? And how do you want to do that, sweet thing?” Vander’s hovering over you, but Silco’s still painfully hard in your cunt and you feel it shift as he leans down to drop his chin on Vander’s shoulder and fix you with raised brows, “Want me to finish inside you, fill you up while Vander takes another hole? Your mouth? Your ass?”
“I-I’ve never-”
“Your mouth then,” Silco interrupts your protest, but it’s not in a way that brushes you off - it’s just an understanding that tonight isn’t the night for that. But there’s another thought brewing in your head, something self-indulgent for everyone involved, and you hesitate for a moment on how to even ask.
But the men wait, and give you ample time to roll the words around in your mouth until they’re smooth and easier to say, “I-I want Vander to fuck you while you’re inside of me.”
Both of their expressions go blank, then immediately they look at each other with a vicious sort of glee that boosts your confidence by an infinite amount - they’re into it. You can just tell by the way their mental conversation seems to play out.
Finally, Vander climbs off the bed, and you know you’ve won by the way he grins at you, “Filthy.”
Silco moves again, slowly and mostly for his own pleasure since you’re far too sensitive to give another without some form of stimulation that’s beyond what he can do like this. He only stops when Vander comes back to him, undressed and holding a bottle that gets tossed to the bed after being squirted into Vander’s hand. Lubricant, you realize as it rolls within your eyesight.
“Bend over a bit, Sil. She ain’t gonna break when you weigh twenty pounds soaking wet.”
Silco wants to argue, you can see it with the narrow of his eyes and the sharp inhale he makes, but you guide him back to you with hands on his shoulders that tug insistently. Immediately he complies, all the fight gone the moment you’re asking something of him. It’s sweet, you note as he props himself on his elbows and his hands worm beneath your shoulders to curl around from the back.
The moment Vander pushes inside Silco, you can feel his dick go from mostly-hard to painfully hard. It’s near instant with its quickness, and you can almost count Silco’s heartbeats with how he pulses inside you. And his expression is something you don’t plan to forget, just like the rest of this night - carefully schooled but failing, with pitched brows and his lip being bitten once more to prevent the groan his throat chokes around.
You reach for his hair, brushing it from his forehead and holding it away to kiss him there and speak against his skin, “Let me hear you, too. I want to hear the sounds you make when you’re being taken.”
“Wait ‘til you hear the sounds he makes when I really get going,” Over Silco’s shoulder, Vander gives you a wink that feels suspiciously conspiratorial, “Let her hear, Silco. She asked so nicely.”
Vander’s request is punctuated with his palm gliding up Silco’s spine and back down again, and like clockwork the man between you seems to relax into your hold with a sigh that sounds almost like defeat. You don’t want him to feel defeated, you want him to feel like he’s the one winning here.
So, as Vander bottoms out and you feel Silco be pushed deeper inside you as a result, you hold a hand up for Vander to wait a moment. With a bit of concentration, you clench around Silco and the result is immediate as he jerks his hips forward, then back, and moans a curse as his forehead drops to your collarbone and he trembles against you.
Vander doesn’t wait any longer, and immediately starts with a slowly increasing pace that drags more of those sounds out of Silco - grunts of your name, whines of Vander’s, and choked moans in between as your walls squeeze him and he tightens around Vander’s cock in return. And Silco’s ruined, almost limp against you as Vander takes what he wants while he looks you in the eye with something wild and excited that feels contagious even after your exhaustion.
Vander leans in, changing the angle and making Silco lock up like he’s been shocked, but he’s pressed between you and Vander now with no room to wiggle. You think Vander’s about to say something to Silco, but he only kisses up his neck to the soft spot behind his ear. Silco’s hair is in the way, damp from his shower and sweat, and you move it with trembling hands of your own so you can watch Vander suck a mark into Silco’s skin that will surely bruise in a matter of minutes.
And then he turns to you, kissing you hard as he puts all his effort toward fucking into Silco and pushing him over into his own release. It’s a domino effect - your excitement makes you tense, that tension makes Silco tense, and then he’s releasing inside you with something that sounds almost like a sob. The wetness on your shoulder can’t only be from his sweat, and you bring a hand to the back of his head to hold him steady as he thrusts into you mindlessly in time with Vander’s.
Vander doesn’t last much longer, not with the absurd amount of times he’d edged himself while watching Silco ruin you by himself. Vander moans into your open mouth, barely able to do more than make the same jerking motions as the man between you - stuttering and arrhythmic. In that moment, beneath both of them and surrounded and filled so completely, you feel safe.
You feel loved, and you’re not sure you can keep killing the hope that’s worming its way to the surface over and over again. It’s growing too strong, and while you don’t regret it, you can see that this may have been a poor choice on your part - if only because your feelings are getting involved.
Vander recovers first, slowly pulling out of Silco and falling into a routine that seems to be the norm for them - he makes sure Silco isn’t hurt, makes sure you aren’t hurt, then digs through the laundry for a towel that he uses to clean Silco up first, then you when he shamelessly tugs Silco’s hips until he’s no longer inside of you. It’s… sweet, being taken care of like this, and you resolve to leave once Silco’s recovered enough to unlatch from his hold on you.
It doesn't happen for some time, well after Vander’s got everything situated and he drops to lay next to you on the edge of the bed. Only then does Silco shift until he’s on your opposite side, and you’re sandwiched between them with Silco still holding you close. Vander’s arm flings over top of both of you, and the night falls still and silent, suspended until someone breaks the silence first.
It’s you, with all your bravery you ask, “Should I… go?”
Both men say it simultaneously, with no room for argument - so you don’t. You nestle your back closer to Vander and tuck your head beneath Silco’s chin, and that swelling feeling of being safe and warm comes back in full force. Against your better judgment, you don’t quell it this time. You let it wrap around you just like the two men that have caused it.
Silco breaks the silence this time, but not in a way that you expect. It’s quiet and spoken like he’s afraid someone will overhear. There’s a vulnerability in it that takes your breath away, almost as much as the words and meaning themselves, “You can stay as long as you’d like. Forever, if you want.”
Forever. What a weighty word, with different meanings depending on the lens you view it through. Forever until the end of the night? Forever until the end of this tryst? Or…
“You’re thinking awfully hard about it, sweetheart,” Vander speaks into the back of your head, nose pressed there as he curls closer, “What’s going on in that head?”
“What does that mean? Forever?”
A simple question, one that earns a not-quite-simple answer from Silco, his hand running up your bicep to your shoulder, then your neck, then to your cheek to run his thumb along the highest point, “We like you. Both of us, we’ve talked about maybe… Well, there’s room for another, but we both know it’s just room for you.”
“Is that true, Vander?” You don’t turn your head to look at him, only relish in the weight of his arm and the feel of Silco stroking your skin. His answer is a nod against you, his arm squeezing both you and Silco tighter to him. After a thick swallow, laced with a sudden rush of emotion you’re unused to, your voice cracks, “Then I’ll stay. I tried not to be too hopeful, but… Tonight was perfect.”
“My plan worked, then,” Vander sounds a little too pleased with himself, even as his voice grows softer with his exhaustion beginning to creep in, “My plan to woo you through a few weeks of eye-fucking before we give you the best sex of your life.”
That snaps your eyes open, and you peer at Silco’s collarbone suspiciously, “Wait, Silco… Did you know? I saw the way you looked at me-”
“No, that was ah… coincidence. I didn’t know a thing.”
“Yeah, that’s just how he’s been looking at you for years. I’m surprised you never noticed!”
“I-I just didn’t think there’d be a possibility! Everyone knows you two are together-”
“And you, now,” Silco cuts in, excitement lacing his voice with that interjection, and Vander hums in agreement against the back of your neck. Well, they have a point, one that you’re not going to bother to fight because you’re still afraid this is your most realistic dream to date and you’re going to wake up cold and alone and yearning.
But the kiss Silco presses to the top of your head and the one that Vander places behind your ear are very real. Your worries are soothed, just for the night as you let yourself doze off into the morning where you’ll have to learn this new dynamic. For now, everything is still.
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sweatandwoe · 3 months ago
All of the men in Zaun have one thing in common
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