#VANT

[yuckydraws]

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Few Word Characteristics

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Decisive

Organized

Witty

Abrasive

Stubborn

Violent

Brash

Grumpy

Possessive

Information on his design/character

He's the second shortest of all the guys. Do not mention his height if you value your limbs and hearing. It's a touchy subject.

His facial scar is somewhat of a recent injury. He got it back in his universe underground. Alphys and him got in a fight about Chara. Vant was trying to protect them and convince Alphys not to go after their soul. He thought she would listen to him... but the scar that half-blinded him says otherwise.

He's got quite the scowly demeanor. You're more likely to get a smirk than a genuine smile from him.

His bandana is all sorts of teared up and battered, yet he still wears it with pride. It contrasts his otherwise well put-together image, but not many people point it out.

He's got a few tattoos, all fairly close to each other. A rose vine on his sternum (roses are his favorite flower), a memorial W.D. tattoo on his right collarbone, and a pi symbol on his left collarbone.

He's always needed reading glasses, even before the eye socket injury, but finds them annoying to wear. He'll often go without unless he's going to be reading more than paragraph or two. What? Why's he glaring at the menu? Well, these assholes should make their letters bigger, that's why.

He has a scar that stretches across three vertebrae of his spine. He got it while shielding Pup from an attack when he was a teenager. It never healed quite right (there wasn't exactly a doctor who gave enough of a shit about some random kid who couldn't pay them to help him out in that regard) and causes pain flare ups every so often. It always aches, but his flare ups make it hard to even get out of bed.

As with most of the 'Fell guys, his body is littered with scars, big and small.

He's got a rather long tail, and uses it in an almost cat-like way. When he's angry? It swishes back and forth aggressively. When he's surprised? It'll stick straight out. It's possible to get it wagging in a happy way... but you'll have to work for it.

He's always had a knack for math. He's used this to become a financial advisor, though he could easily keep up with much more difficult calculations. He'd never share this with Sans. He's rather get run over than help him with his little "project" in the basment.

He enjoys to crochet in his free time, but it's something he would take to the grave.

He also enjoys baking, though he doesn't bother to hide that. You can always tell when he's stressed by how much time he's spending in the kitchen making sweet treat after sweet treat.

Like many of the other energetic personalities, he stays active. He'll spar with the others, but when it comes to personal exercises, he tends to stick to weightlifting (when his spine will allow him) and boxing.

[sw5w]

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:14:19

[yu-like-spice-dont-you-squidward]

Something New

Pairing: Vant/GN!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2127

Kinks involved: Toothy Blowjobs, Power Struggle, Slight pet play tones towards the end

Your boyfriend, Vant, is a very loud, snarky, and stubborn man. His smart mouth never seems to stop… which is why moments like these, where you’ve got him all flustered and quiet, are so special.

Only you see him like this.

You watch him as you sink to your knees in front of him. He sits on the bed, watching you with rapt attention as you unbuckle his belt. You’ve already kissed him silly, he was still in his fancy work clothes when you pounced on him - something about him in a tie just gets you going. Said tie, suit jacket and button up have all been tossed somewhere across the room, leaving his scarred ribcage out on display. It expands and contracts as he takes in his weird skeleton breaths, his hands propping him up so he can watch your every move.

And… his face. So beautifully flushed because of your actions. His good eye-light emits a soft glowing of magic in his excitement.

Shooting him a smirk, you palm the cause of that magic-use growing in his pants. He stifles a moan, lifting a hand to bite his knuckles.

That won’t do.

“I want to hear you.”

He shakes his head, slamming his sockets shut so as to not meet your eyes. That’s how it’s gonna be?

You move your hands away from his bulge and instead roughly grasp the top of his pelvis that’s peeking through the waist of his pants - dragging your nails along its arch and pushing it down into the bed. Knowing how he likes a little rough treatment, you let your thumbnails kiss his ilium as you hold him down. A promise of something rougher should he keep fighting you.

He whimpers and sends you a half-hearted glare, but despite that his hand moves away from his mouth and joins the other in supporting his position.

That’s more like it.

Taking mercy on him, you unbutton and unzip his slacks, pulling them off of his hips (with the help of his shifting) and down his legs before tossing them somewhere behind you.

“No underwear?” You tease, glancing up at him through your lashes. “Naughty boy~”

He grumbles and rolls his eye-lights.

“I WASN’T EXPECTING TO GET JUMPED BY YOU. USUALLY THERE’S NO NEED FOR A BARRIER. JUST BONES.” He sasses, as he meets your eyes with a raised bone brow, his tail flicking in slight annoyance.

“You should always expect me to jump you.” You purr out, and focus back on the task at hand as he snorts.

His cherry-red ecto is painfully hard. He’s not impressively long, but his girth is nothing to scoff at, and by stars, does he know just how to use it - but this isn’t about you, at the moment.

You press a kiss to the inside of his femur and trail them up until you get to the base of his cock. From there you lick a strip along his length, until you can place a kiss on his tip. He lets out a shuddered breath as you grasp his base and drag your tongue along his slit, getting a taste of his precum.

Funny thing about magic: it has a sweet taste.

You’re not sure if it’s different for every monster, and you don’t plan to find out yourself, but Vant? He tastes like blackberries with a bite of citrus. It was definitely a surprise the first time you gave him head, but not an unwelcome one.

You spread that generous amount of precum that ecto apparently produces, with a good downstroke and give him a few pumps before taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his tip. His breath hitches. Which is a delicious sound…

But, you want him moaning.

You stop the teasing and finally take him further into your mouth, opening wide to accommodate for his thickness. You make it about two thirds of the way down, moving your hand as you relax your throat and make it all the way down. It’s a slightly painful stretch for your jaw, but you manage. Your nose brushes against his pelvis, and you exhale through it, your breath fanning against his bare pelvis.

Vant shivers, his bones lightly rattling as a result. You hollow your cheeks and hum around him. He lets out a gasp and you see him grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as he tries to keep it together.

That’s so fucking hot.

You’re gonna make him break.

Lifting up, you tease him some more with your tongue and then take him in again - setting a good pace once you get used to it, and using your hands when needed. Above you, Vant lets out small noises with his heavy breaths. Listening to them causes you to have to adjust your seated position on your knees to get some relief yourself.

You… may or may not have a thing for his voice and the noises you pull out of him.

Changing the pace, you take him in quicker and he moans, high pitched and surprised. His hand hesitantly reaches for your head, but doesn’t make its destination as you rise fully, taking him out of your mouth to use your hands. He drops his hand and whines at the loss of your mouth.

His protests stop when you squeeze him firmly before continuing your slow pumps, looking up at him with a sly smile.

The dam has broken, his quiet moans fill the room as you go on.

Lovely~

Then, the pleading starts.

“I Need- Hah-” He pants, finally looking at you again, his teeth parted as he groans breathlessly.

“What do you need, baby?” You purr, leaning forward to lightly blow on his well-lubricated tip. He jolts - a whimper escaping him.

“I - Fuck! - Please!!” He whines.

Ah, a ‘please’. But rarely is he at your mercy like this, you need more than that.

“Gotta tell me what you want, dear.” You drawl, a sinful smile forming on your face.

“Hnnn- Ah! I need-” He cuts himself off with a long, drawn out groan as you take him into your mouth again. You tease him again with your tongue, your hand starting a torturing pace - just enough to stimulate, but not enough to give him any kind of relief.

“Fucking Hell!” He huffs, giving into your demand as he relents with a pleading demand of his own, “Please! Use Your Teeth! Use Your Teeth!!”

Shocked, you blink, pausing in your teasing to lift off and look him in the sockets. His working eye-light is blown wide and fuzzy. As you search his expression for answers to the many questions rolling through your mind, you see as it slowly goes from desperate to embarrassed as what he just asked of you sinks in.

He… wants you to use your teeth?

Well that’s new…

Silence stretches a bit too long for Vant’s comfort, and he quickly takes it back.

“Fuck, Nevermind. Forget I Said Anything.” He mumbles, flopping back onto the bed and covering his flushed face so he doesn’t have to look at you.

You’re… a little unsure.

For one, you’ve never had a partner that’s asked that of you… so you’re a little hesitant to try. What if you do it wrong? It seems like an easy way to accidentally hurt him.

But… on the other hand, Vant literally never tells you what he wants in bed when he gives up control. Sure, you’ve gotten him to plead and beg before, but he’s never actually asked for anything specific from you… and based on your initial reaction, you’re a little worried he might never open up about what he wants in bed again.

With a sense of resolve, you continue. You know your partner best, and words won’t reassure him.

Actions will.

You trail a hand up to play with the bottom of his spine - knowing how sensitive it is, yet also how familiar it is which could help reassure him. Show him that you’re not off-put by his request.

He shudders and lets out a shaky breath - muted by his hands on his face. You claw his vertebrae and he bucks up a bit, letting his hands fall so he can prop himself up on his elbows and peek down at you, an unsure frown marring his features as his eye-lights carefully search your face.

But he doesn’t put a stop to it, so you continue.

You keep toying with his spine as you use your other hand to grasp him and take him in your mouth again. Taking him in deep, you only stop once your nose brushes against his pelvis again. There, you ever so lightly let your teeth kiss his cock.

He jolts, but says nothing.

You wait a second before lifting up, gently dragging your teeth up his length.

He fucking mewls.

It’s a delicious sound and you moan around his tip in response, excitedly repeating your actions, wanting to hear more.

This time when his hand reaches for your head, you allow it. His claws poke your scalp as he urges you down again, thrusting up into your mouth, moaning loudly - another throb of his length accompanying it.

You brace your hands on the arches of his pelvis and slam his hips against the bed, causing him to growl and tug at your hair in his fist in a feeble attempt to gain some control of this situation.

Yeah, like hell you’re letting him do that. Not when he’s so perfectly falling apart beneath you. As hot as it is for him to be so lost in pleasure that he can’t help but thrust into it, you are using teeth now and there’s a pretty big margin for error here.

Now that your hands are occupied, keeping his wiggly self pinned, you only have your mouth, which is a slight learning curve with this new element, but you get the hang of it.

Once you get into a rhythm, that’s when he really lets go, placing his other hand on your head as well, fisting your hair as he urges you to keep going with his breathy moans and broken, half-sentences. The pulling of your hair sends little sparks of pleasure down your spine at the roughness, but as much as you want to give yourself some attention, you’re more focused on getting Vant over the edge.

You don’t have to wait long, soon he’s arching his spine and whining.

“Love I- I’m-!” He tries to warn.

Just to be a little bit of a shit, you hum questioningly around him, looking up at him with a sultry gaze.

His eye-light dilates, his cheeks brightening as he suddenly finishes with a whiny “Fuck!” as he hilts in your throat one last time. You try your best to swallow the ropes that spurt forth while you work him through it, and you only lift off when he relaxes his bones, slumping back onto the mattress, thoroughly blissed out.

You take a moment to lick up the small mess you got on your hand, enjoying his sweet taste, before you focus back on him, feeling your own sense of satisfaction at the sight.

He pants, sockets closed as he basks in the euphoric rush of coming down from his pleasure. He only stirs out of that state as you climb onto the bed and straddle him. Trailing a finger down his tattooed sternum, you look down at him through hooded eyes.

“You did so good, baby.” You purr, loving the way his face burns at the praise. You lean forward, making sure to grind against his cock (that’s already growing stiff again as you do so - the perks of having a magic monster dick, you suppose).

He startles, shutting his sockets as he lets out a muted groan at the overstimulation, gripping your arms tightly.

“Hah, you like that?” You ask smugly, though there’s a slight slur to your voice as you also indulge in the feeling.

At your tone, he opens his sockets and greets you with a fierce glare, and suddenly you’re being yanked down to him as he grasps you by the front of your shirt - pulling you in for a rough, deep kiss.

Oh ho! He’s got some fight in him today after all.

He breaks away with a low, promising growl.

“You Better Get Those Clothes Off, Pet.” He rumbles, leaning forward to nibble at your neck. “Before I Rip Them Off Of You.”

You shudder in anticipation.

This is also a nice side of him. Rough and dominating… he’s going to effortlessly coax that control back from you.

Not that you mind.

“Yes, sir.” You breathe out, relishing in the feeling of him smirking against your skin.

[usernamefoundhere]

Oh that’s my harasser who I blocked who kept begging me and others who blocked her to unblock her on twitter being a hypocrite

Ah okay, yeah okay, yeah sure, mhm, yeah girl you can’t really talk about that because you been doing this to me and others who have blocked you, you can not talk, like seriously girl, who do you think you are

You claim you are an adult so act like it, you are 19 and acting like a child over people blocking you, not only that, but you are also stalking people who have blocked you too, you are a creep

[jovialturtleface]

Dear pesky plumbers...

[sobashahzadi]

you know the art is good is when your scrolling whilst smiling to yourself and then u stop

and stare at that art

and it’s like woah

my expressionless face is trying to say sm rn I swear

[weirdmoonlightchild]

the angry child and the disappointed mother.

sometimes after a really quiet half hour with my mother i wonder if the boy next to me understands the pain i carry from years of being her daughter.

like, when everything has been said without being said, her disappointment, all my failures, can he even begin to understand it when i explain.

will he ever feel the pain of fighting your mother on the most trivial things and for her to drop the hardest truths you’ll ever have to hear.

or even worse, when she doesn’t say anything, and you just know.

and you’re just a little girl that doesn’t understand why you can’t wear those clothes or hang out with that friend and so you just think she must hate you.

so you start hating her for everything you see as a weakness. for her every womanly trait.

and it goes on and on until it is unrepairable.

and all you want is a mother who will hold you and tell you your safe. but you don’t have that so instead you just hurt.

you just have a mother who criticizes you, complains about your every move, berates your every decision, and screams at you for not doing that simple task that she needs done, but out of love of course.

and your anger grows stronger and your hate deeper, and all of the sudden, out of nowhere, your worst fear is becoming her.

and you let the world know your fear. you let them know that you will never turn in to her.

you will never be like her, angry, hatful, regretful, and miserable for giving her every dream up for you.

and then around that aconite flower, a vine of guilt starts wrapping around. because this is your fault.

you made her into this.

she was once you, hating her mother for the very same reasons but because of your existence she no longer is the angry child, but the disappointed mother.

so time passes and all of the sudden your partner doesn’t do that simple task you need them to do and you’re standing there and it takes everything in you to hold back that scream as you realize that this was always your fate.

bitter bitch. hateful mother. stupid woman.

she was just trying to save me.

from this endless loop.

from having to spend my life drowning in other peoples lives.

does he understand that as he laughs with my divorced father as they speak of her faults.

do they understand that i am her, that my sister is her.

that i hate her and love her and it hurts.

[emlos]

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[snakeorsquid]

I hate college viscerally. Fr I should have NOT went straight after the bachelor into the Master because I'm TIRED my brain feels like MUSH and I never thought that so far ahead in college I would end up meeting such childhish behaviours like Brother. You should not be the one angry at me when I think your part is a plagia and I want to tell the competent adult and then go to the teacher to ask to not be partenered up with me anymore when YOURE the one who asked me and when the teachers all warned us it would not be a possibility (they agred, fck ass clown college)

[aniverse-x]

my history with friends is like my history with hobbies. I’m the reason I have nothing to do with them anymore

[yuckydraws]

Hi!

Could I request the UF brothers and FS gold brothers with a reader that has a native language.

But the reader shows off their language skills by singing a song in that language that sounds very beautiful, however when the skeletons search up the song the lyrics are hilariously inappropriate. (Kind of like Rammesteins Dicken titten)

And then after they find out they can hear the reader laughing from the living room after they’ve successfully pranked/tricked them?

Thank you!

- 🐨

Red: Honestly? He probably won't ever find out on his own. You'll get away with singing dirty lyrics to him for a long, long time, because he never thinks to look up what you're singing, he just enjoys listening to your voice.

Boss: He's mortified. Here he was, thinking you were being romantic, singing him a lovely song... only to find out that it was a prank?! Get back here, he's got a word or two to have with you, you little minx. His frustration is mostly lighthearted, but you better make it up to him with an actual romantic gesture.

Vant: The only way this wouldn't work with him is if your first language is Spanish - because he speaks that fluently. It's something he usually only uses for work, so if you tried this with him in Spanish... he'll be able to prank you right back by repeating the lyrics back to you in English. If it's another language, however, you'll be waiting on a reaction for a little bit. He's a bit shy when it comes to accepting what he perceives as a romantic gesture so he'll wait until he's alone to look up the lyrics. You'll only hear his screech.

Pup: He'll find this fucking hilarious. The moment he peeks at his phone to try and catch what you're singing - he'll double over laughing. You really had him there, for a second.

[vantondraws]

more dragon drip.

only grays and purples allowed on my eye-melting neon ass

[ravenplaylist]

January 13, 2024 - Propaganda Machine by VANT

[jovialturtleface]

The fluffiest dragon, or as he'd like to be called the intelligent, great and wise Vant.

[ankhlesbian]

I live fothxatd theme its so uomifting me at work when it comes on ^_^