#Vaas Montenegro x Reader

[edits-i-made]

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Fucking fate - ending 1

Vaas x soulmate Y/N 

I had two ending in mind, so this is Y/N’s ending 

Everything had happened very quickly.

One day Vaas was the king of Rook Island, or at least the part that Hoyt let him control. The next day Carlos was leading Y/N quickly away from camp because Snow White was attacking and it was too dangerous to stay here.

Vaas’ order.

Vaas, whose death was announced a few hours later throughout the island.

This news came as a shock to Y/N. She had imagined that people felt something when their soulmate died. A vibe. The breaking heart. Anything. But no, a pirate had given the news, which had echoed in the cave where the small group was hiding, and panic had gripped everyone.

Always calm and loyal, Carlos stayed close to her, awkwardly patting her on the back. Then, when the others had been too busy wondering what they were going to do, not paying attention to them, he had led her to the square, asking Benny to follow him.

Of all the pirates, Carlos and Benny respected their boss the most. Even dead, they weren’t going to stop.

They went to a small port that the Rakyats had not taken yet, where a boat was waiting for them.

     "Well, you go in with her and take her to the embassy of her nearest country. Then, you do what you want.“ Carlos announced with a straight face.

     "But… And you ?!”

     "Relax, princessa. I’m staying here, trying to kill Snow White and regain control of the camps. You’re leaving. You’re going to live your life somewhere else, safe. That’s what the boss would have wanted. Benny, you don’t leave her until you’re sure she’s safe.“

     "Of course not. I remember the time she met a tiger. The boss broke my nose and three ribs. I’ll follow her like her shadow.”

     "Good. Go, now !“

This was the last time Y/N saw Carlos, and Rook Island.

As promised, Benny stayed with her until she found herself in front of an office surrounded by soldiers, bureaucrats and doctors, who asked her many questions, checked on her and called her relatives to tell them that she was alive.

That was the last time she saw Benny. Before letting her into the embassy, he had wished her good luck, telling her that he was going back to Rook. He couldn’t leave his hermanos like a coward.

Her family and friends were all very happy to find her. They took her in their arms, kissed her and repeated to her that they had missed her very much, crying.

Y/N cried too, realizing that she hadn’t thought of them at all during the time she had spent on Rook, focused on Vaas, her soulmate, who was dead. She hadn’t had time to mourn him before, in shock.

She didn’t tell anyone about him. For ten years, everyone around her thought that she had been captured by pirates who had treated her well, that she had managed to escape, and that she could now resume a normal life, with the hope of meet her soulmate one day.

It was torture.

Every night she dreamed of the times they had spent together. Of the last time she had seen him.

     "Fucking Jason is coming, nena. He’s crazy, worse than me. I don’t want… As soon as the alarm goes off, you go with Carlos, okay ? You go with Carlos and you stay with him until let me come to get you.”

     "Why don’t you come with me ?“ she asked, as if at that moment she knew very well that he wouldn’t come back.

     "I have to face him. It’s crazy, I must be as crazy as him, I’ve killed him four times and he’s still here. We won’t be safe until he’s completely dead. I have no choice, mi corazon. But don’t be afraid, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He had kissed her forehead and he had hurt her forever by losing his stupid fight. He could have just come with her, they would have left this cursed island and they would have been happy.

Unable to lead a normal life after what she had been through, Y/N traveled extensively. She didn’t go back to Rook, there was nothing for her there, and besides she avoided most of the islands, but she couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

That was how she found herself near the border of Yara.

It was out of the question to go to Yara of course, too dangerous. It was totally a coincidence that Y/N happened to be in this bar near the beach.

 A coincidence, if it was a place frequented by the smugglers. A coincidence, if that day, two of them were right next to her at the counter, speaking Spanish.

Coincidence, or fate.

The voice of one of the men sounded familiar. Turning her head, she saw his back, but she could see his Mohawk, his scars, and the tennis ball with a face sticking out of his pocket.

His colleague noticed her watching them, waving at the man, who turned his green eyes in her direction. They stared at each other for an eternity.

He had aged. Normal, after ten years. He looked tired, even more tired than when she had met him. Maybe darker too, less crazy, even if the tennis ball showed he wasn’t in his right mind.

     "… Vaas ?“ she managed to say, not trusting her voice, nor her eyes.

As on the island, everything happened very quickly. One moment her soulmate was dead, the other Vaas lifted her off the ground, spinning her around the bar, not listening to her cries of panic, before kissing her again and again.

     "Nena ! Y/N, mi Y/N ! You’re alive ? Are you really here ?! Pedro, she’s really here ?!”

     "I don’t know who’s this girl, but yes, she’s here.“ sighed his colleague. "We shouldn’t attract attention, remember ?”

     "Shit, shut the fuck up, that’s my mate and I thought she was dead. Fucking Carlos, he wasn’t in the cave anymore when I managed to drag myself in. No trace of you left ! Then I found his body. That asshole got killed by the Rakyats. I was sure… Oh, mi amor ! You’re alive ! The world was so bland without you ! I feel like to be reborn !“

     "You really can’t do this anywhere else ?” the other smuggler begged, as everyone in the bar looked at them.

They walked to the beach, Vaas refusing to let go of her hand, as if she would disappear if he didn’t touch her. He had often had visions of her, he wasn’t sure it wasn’t a dream.

     "Carlos and Benny sent me away from the island when they found out… Everyone thought you were dead.“ Y/N whispered, letting him rub his head against her neck like a big cat.

     "I thought I was dead too, but Brody’s not good with a knife. I almost died, but it wasn’t the first time I got stabbed. Did they really make you leave ? Shit, I should have buried Carlos instead of spitting on him. I was pissed. He could have left a note to tell me !”

     "You were dead.“

     "Still !” Vaas said indignantly, finally calming down a bit, resting his head on her shoulder. “It was hard, nena. I lost everything that day. My island, my men, and you. I wanted to kill Jason, but my sister was faster. It was over. I thought about jumping off a cliff, but it wasn’t a nice ending. I thought you wouldn’t be happy. So I left. I wanted to visit your hometown, but I couldn’t. Hurt too much. Shit, hermosa, you’re here ! You’re really here ! Hey… No, don’t cry, querida, don’t cry.”

Y/N didn’t listen to him, hugging him while sobbing. It was hard to know if it was joy, stress, or a bit of both.

Like when they were on the island, the first few nights when she cried a lot, Vaas massaged her back, kissing her neck and repeating reassuring words, singing a lullaby in Spanish, until she calmed down. 

     "Are you… Are you staying with me this time ?“ she asked shyly.

     "Of course. You’re coming to Yara ? I have a small house near a lake. I built it myself. It’s quiet, not far from the village and the sea. Little Vaas and I go there often.”

     "Little Vaas ?“

     "Yes, I’ll introduce him to you. I’ve told him a lot about you, he’ll be happy to meet you. And I’m Vaas the nice smuggler, I help people. Well, I still sell drugs and drugs. weapons, and I transport humans, but because they ask me to, I don’t sell them ! No more piracy, I’m clean. Almost.”

     "… And if I don’t want to go to Yara ?“

They had this discussion about Rook Island. Vaas refused to leave, he loved his kingdom too much. Now they were very far away, they had changed. He looked at her intensely, before nodding, cupping her face in his hands with a very serious expression.

      “We’ll go where you want, mi reina.”

     "Well… I want to see your house. And meet little Vaas.“

     "Nena, if this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up.”

He then pressed his forehead against hers, before kissing her and pressing his head against his chest again, to listen to her heart, with the sound of the waves in the background, and Y/N also hoped that she was not not dreaming.

She imagined them in Vaas’ cabin, which was probably not very well built, with little Vaas, who must have been a dog or a tiger. Heaven.

     "Well, that’s cute, but we’re going to be late !“ shouted the other smuggler who was standing near the bar, to give them some privacy.

     "Pedro is boring.” said a small voice. “He’s not as cool as Carlos.”

     "That’s right, little Vaas.“ replied Vaas, resuming his normal voice. "Too bad he died, he was nice and he protected my nena. It’s not fair.”

     "… The tennis ball in your pocket is little Vaas, right ? You don’t have a tiger.“ "You want a tiger, nena ?”

     "No. I want to go home.“ she whispered, even though she had already been there since he had jumped on her in front of everyone.

[lostamongthestarz]

Hai!! I loved your Vaas x trans male reader, it was seriously refreshing after seeing JUST fem readers 😭😭

Anyways I was wondering, can you do a Vaas x trans male reader with the reader getting kidnapped by Citra and Jason and Vaas just goes absolutely feral

I love your brain anon, And yeah, I got tired of seeing just Xfemale readers for Vaas. Sometimes you have to write it yourself.

hope this is good enough !

Vaas x Trans! male reader who was taken by Citra and Jason

Fandom: Far Cry/Far cry 3

Character: Vaas montenegro

Warnings: Vaas himself counts as someone who needs a warning.

Gore/blood/everything you'd expect from Vaas

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❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗

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You were never supposed to be caught in the crossfire.

Vaas had done everything he could in his power to keep you as his secret. But now he was kicking himself in the ass for not worrying about something like this sooner -

Somehow Citra had caught wind of someone who had managed to capture Vaas's seemingly cold - sadistic heart, and like the lap dog he was, Jason under the orders of Citra went and fetched you. stealing you away one night while Vaas was gone.

At first - his men tried to hide it from Vaas, they were the ones who found your home almost in ruins. But Vaas? Vaas found out for himself and when he found out? he stormed back to camp. He shot the first person he saw.

he began hunting Jason down - he wasn't only hunting Jason down no, He was hunting for his boy.

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as for you? Citra couldn't risk having you around the temple or anywhere near her and the others - so she had Jason set up camp with a few others around. However, this didn't last long.

you didn't know how long it had been, you had lost track of time. the ropes around your wrists burned, and you didn't care for Jason's poor attempts at getting you to talk. you just sat there - waiting until you either passed out or until Citra figured out what to do with you.

You were just about to give up when you heard the sound of gunfire, Jason knew who it was - so without any hesitation, Jason was gone, and the sound of his rapid footsteps getting farther and farther away could be heard. With what strength you had left you lifted your head and saw Vaas.

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Vaas was covered head to toe in blood, it stained his clothes and skin. the second he laid eyes on you - your tired form? he wanted Jason and Citra's heads on pikes.

"Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda"

Vaas said he bent down to untie your wrists before he picked you up. you could walk sure, but you were far too tired, and it felt nice to be carried. As the two of you made your way back to camp there were piles of bodies - it was straight out of a horror movie.

Vaas wanted to send a message

no one takes his boy and lives

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Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda = "Fucking hell - pretty boy you look like shit"

My inbox is open 💌

Requests open <3

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

•••

Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

[sp00kygoddessxx]

₊ ⊹Little Distraction₊ ⊹

The Rook Islands were a paradoxical blend of paradise and peril. Amidst the breathtaking beauty of the tropical landscape lurked danger, and at the heart of it all was the enigmatic and unpredictable Vaas Montenegro.

You had become intimately familiar with the chaos and unpredictability of life on the Rook Islands, having found yourself entangled in a series of dangerous encounters with Vaas. Despite his madness and menace, there was an undeniable attraction.

One particular evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the lush jungles, you found yourself navigating the treacherous terrain of the island. The dense foliage concealed countless dangers, and every rustling leaf and distant sound sent a shiver down your spine.

Unbeknownst to you, Vaas Montenegro had been watching your every move from the shadows, his piercing green eyes fixed on your every step. He had a penchant for mischief and an insatiable desire for the thrill of the unexpected.

As you cautiously made your way through the jungle, a sense of unease settled over you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, that someone was lurking in the shadows just beyond your line of sight.

Your instincts were right. Vaas had been tracking you, silently closing the distance between you and him. With a sly grin on his face, he moved like a ghost through the underbrush, making no sound as he approached.

Suddenly, just as you reached a clearing in the jungle, Vaas pounced. He appeared out of nowhere, his arms encircling you from behind, and he let out a playful growl, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Boo."

You screamed in surprise, your heart racing as adrenaline surged through your veins. Your body went tense, and you whirled around to face your unexpected assailant.

Vaas stood before you, a devilish smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with amusement at your reaction. He had thoroughly enjoyed catching you off guard, reveling in the thrill of the moment.

You glared at him, a mixture of annoyance and frustration bubbling within you. "Vaas, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He chuckled, his laughter as unpredictable as his actions. "Oh, mi amor, you take life too seriously. Sometimes you've got to embrace the chaos, let it sweep you away."

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to smack him for the scare. "Embrace the chaos? Vaas, you're insane!"

He took a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "That's what you like about me, isn't it? The madness, the unpredictability?"

Despite your irritation, you couldn't deny the truth in his words. There was something undeniably alluring about Vaas Montenegro, something that drew you in even as you fought to maintain your composure.

You shook your head, determined to regain your focus. "Vaas, I have more important things to do than deal with your antics. I can't afford to be distracted by you."

Vaas's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Distracted, huh? Well, mi amor, maybe a little distraction is just what you need."

Before you could protest, Vaas had closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with desire and recklessness, a reminder of the undeniable attraction that simmered between you.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of Vaas's lips against yours and the intoxicating allure of the chaos that surrounded him.

Eventually, as you both pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Vaas grinned at you, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "See, mi amor, sometimes a little mischief can be a good thing."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation, even as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. With Vaas Montenegro, every encounter was a wild and unpredictable ride, a reminder that life on the Rook Islands was anything but ordinary.

[rockstarrat]

FAR CRY MASTERLIST

ᥫ᭡ JASON BRODY

ᥫ᭡ VAAS MONTENEGRO

ᥫ᭡ LIZA SNOW

ᥫ᭡ CITRA TALUGMAI

ᥫ᭡ FAITH SEED

ᥫ᭡ CHRISTOPHER MINTZ-PLASSE

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Could I request Vaas x reader, role reversal where Vaas is the visitor and now kidnapped merchandise. Pirate reader decides he looks good enough to try out before he's sold.

A/n: I apologize that this took such a long time to write. This was an amazing request and I had so much fun writing it. Thank you. Without further ado, here we go.

Warning(s): female reader, role reversal, blood, violence, implied death, annoyance, fighting, language, Vaas being Vaas, reader thinking she's dominant, sex, and threats.

No Halo || Vaas Montenegro

The rude and sudden sound of the door swinging open in a rush pulls you from your wandering thoughts. You avert your curious eyes to the ignorant pirate standing in your room, dubious of his actions, and narrow them. 

"Four tourists–"

"Are you unfamiliar with how a door works?" You ask calmly, interrupting the man in red. 

He remains silent, knowing that he disturbed you. Without a word, he nods. 

You snort in response, standing from the chair near the window where you had been resting, staring out at the expanse of the jungle beyond the outpost. As you approach the pirate, your little underling, you watch him visibly tense up.

"Then I shouldn't have to remind you how to use one…but since you're so forgetful I'll explain it again. When the door is closed, you knock before entering." You pause a moment to tap him on the forehead with your finger. "It's simple. It's a matter of whether you leave this room with your balls intact. Do you understand?"

He nods, but you aren't so sure he understands.

"Show me. Go back out and do it again."

The pirate takes an uneasy breath, then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. A moment later, he knocks. You wait patiently until the second knock before you respond.

"You can come in."

He does so and stands by the door until you motion for him to continue with his earlier statement.

"Four tourists were brought into camp. Carlos has them out front, waiting for you." 

"I can see why you're so impatient," you retort with a grin. 

The pirates like it when tourists are brought in. It's a matter of curing boredom and getting paid; the former you yearn for. 

Sauntering from the room, you locate Carlos with two others near the bamboo cages with the tourists; each one is on their knees. As you approach, he hands you a stack of licenses. Each one of them except for one is a foreigner. 

"Vaas Montenegro," you utter beneath your breath.  

What is a local doing amongst the tourists? You glance at him with a brow raised. Despite his unruly appearance; patchy mohawk with a pronounced scar branching out across the side of his head, he is handsome. Too bad he doesn't look expensive. 

"You know, this island isn't even listed as a tourist hot spot, and yet you fucks frolic here in packs," you mention, standing in front of them. "Don't get me wrong, I love tourists, especially the ones with their hands in Mommy and Daddy's back pocket, but honestly, don't you cocksuckers ever watch the news. Foreigners go–"

A soft laugh from the prisoner Vaas interrupts you, earning him a smack in the back of the head from Carlos.

"The fuck is so funny?" 

You are curious too. It takes a special sort of person to cross you; a person not afraid of death.

"Do you want to know what's funny?" Vaas asks. He motions to the man beside him, a stout-looking man you are certain won't make you much money. "This cocksucker… There's a penknife in his boot your men failed to take. That's bad leadership, querida (darling)."

Your fierce eyes turn to the man in question, giving the go-ahead to Carlos to take him away. The man tries to protest, but the pirate doesn't seem to care, forcing him onto his feet. You pull your karambit from its holster leaning down in front of Vaas as Carlos drags the pleading man away. 

"That is funny."

You lift the blade to his face, gently running it along his cheek. The look in Vaas's eyes isn't fear. No. You've seen fear. He almost seems eager.

"But for the record Vaas, I'm the one with the dick. Don't ever interrupt me."

He grins, a response you aren't sure you are fond of. Clearly, something is off with him. You consider thrusting your karambit into his throat, killing him now before he crosses you again, but the fire in his gorgeous green eyes makes you reconsider. Standing, you ignore him for a moment and raise your arms. 

"Welcome to my paradise. Carlos will escort you to your accommodations. Enjoy your fucking stay." 

The wall of a man orders the prisoners to stand and as they do, your eyes fall on Vaas again. He winks at you, then puckers his lips into a kiss. You flip him the bird, thankful when he's led away. He's going to be trouble, you can feel it. But at the moment you don't have time you deal with him; there are random videos to make and send out. It will do you some good to forget Vaas Montenegro for now. 

-

Your grip on the blood-covered penknife tightens as you wait for a reply on the walkie, knowing that your mood is about to go from bad to worse.

"Are you a fucking idiot?" Hoyt asks in annoyance. 

You tighten your jaw, pressing the talk button. 

"He wouldn't have made you a cent. That brute was worthless, you can see it in his ransom video."

"Are you the boss now? Do you make the fucking decisions around here?" Hoyt asks. 

No, you aren't. Or else you would have put a bullet in Hoyt long ago. He's a scary son of a bitch, but you have no respect for him. 

"If you weren't hidden away in your little cocaine palace, I'd give you a taste of whatever horrors the jungle has to offer a bitch like you, Hoyt," you utter as you trace your finger over the talk button. 

Swallowing your anger, you press hard on it. 

"There are two remaining, much more worth your time. Their prices can be increased should you want them to. You plan to sell them into slavery anyway. Might as well get more bang for your buck."

A laugh echoes over the frequency, prompting you to grin. 

"I have to give it to you, when I employed you to run the trafficking ring, I expected you to fail miserably," Hoyt explains. "But now look at you, my right hand; a fucking queen in her jungle palace." After a moment of silence, he continues. "But don't mistake my kindness for weakness. If you ever make another decision like this again behind my back, I'll put your pretty little head on a pike. Do you understand me?"

You bite back an insult.

"I do."

Hoyt leaves you with instructions on what to do next; increase the drug output, tend to the prisoners; blah fucking blah. You don't honestly care at the moment. The work does itself. You toss the walkie down on your cot, sauntering to the window. 

I need an escape…some fun. 

Tinkering with the penknife in your hand, a wicked idea comes to mind. Your little wildcard is just sitting in his cage withering away. There is a reason you chose not to inform Hoyt about him; he'd have Vaas killed solely because he is a native of the Rook Islands. It's no secret that the natives despise you and Hoyt for what you've taken from them; their lives and their homestead. Some oppose you, the Rakyat (people), but compared to your pirates and Hoyt's Privateers, they do not pose a threat. Vaas could very well be one of them, but your interest in him saved him from a bullet to the head.

You leave the window, sauntering out toward the bamboo cages where the prisoners are being held. The native in question is separated from the others for various reasons, one of which is that he can't keep his mouth shut, frightening the others as though he is a pirate. 

Ironically, a piece of cloth is tied around his head, acting as a gag. You snort in response. 

"I have to ask…Vaas was it," you utter as you walk into his view. "Are you enjoying yourself? I don't like to disappoint. After all, mi casa es su casa (my house is your house)."

His wild eyes meet yours and you grin. 

"Behave and I'll remove it."

Something tells you that he won't but for what you have in mind, gagging him would be a hinder. You retrieve your karambit, cutting the Manila rope that keeps his wrists bound to the bars. Vaas brings his hands down and removes the gag from his mouth, grinning.

"Couldn't stay away from me, no." 

Ignoring his comment, you kneel beside his cage. 

"Do you like games, Vaas? I love them. It's a sure fucking way to cure boredom on this island during this period of negotiations. But I can never find anyone to play them with. My men don't like to play by the rules and some of the rejects whine too much. Boo hoo, you are unfair…boo hoo, this game isn't fun for me."

"You bored, querida (darling)? I'll fucking play with you," Vaas retorted. 

A grin spreads across your face. Something about this is odd; prisoners should not be so eager to agree, but his madness is intoxicating. You crave it. 

"You see, I knew you would be fun."

Lifting the penknife, you wave it tauntingly in front of him. Less than an hour ago it was wedged in the femoral artery of its owner. 

"I want to play 'intent to kill'. It's a simple game; whoever wounds the other with the intent to kill, fatal or near-fatal wins the game. And you even get to have this," you explain, referring to the small weapon. 

To reassure him, even though you doubt he needs it, you toss the knife into the cage at his feet. But to your annoyance, Vaas scoffs.

"I don't fucking need your toys to put you on your knees, princesa (princess)."

You snort. 

"Suit yourself." 

With a grunt, you stand and saunter over to the door. Once it's open, you wait for Vaas to walk out before you put space between you and him, flipping the karambit into your palm with the finger ring.

"Right fucking here?" He asks with a laugh. Wetting his lips, he nods. "Come on then."

Not intending to keep this fight going long, you swiftly close the gap, slashing at Vaas, but just as quickly, he counters with the same hand as you, knocking away your blade. Lifting the opposite arm, you plan on drawing his attention long enough to sweep back around with the blade and cut his chest, but again he counters you. For the next five moves, you attempt the same maneuver, however, somehow he manages to keep up with your speed. And to make matters worse, he barely moves his body. 

So this is the magnitude of the Rakyat. 

It might have been easier for you to have just shot Vaas when you had the chance.

Stepping back on your foot to distance yourself from the said man, you dodge a straight punch at your head using this opportunity to slide your arm over his, repositioning him while you slash at his upper thigh. The blade cuts into the fabric of his camo-printed pants and slices his skin deep enough to draw blood; Vaas hisses in response and steps back. 

"Not bad, princesa (princess). But you're gonna have to do a lot fucking better than that to kill me," he remarks. 

You narrow your eyes. His entire smug demeanor reminds you of Hoyt. He acts like he's indestructible. It's a mistake to let your anger get the better of you, but you swiftly step toward him, desiring to be done with this game, and slash his throat, but Vaas locks his arm with yours and snaps back your wrist. You groan in pain, releasing your grip just enough for him to yank the karambit from your hand and turn you in his arms. 

The sharp blade slides against your throat and you know it's over. Warm, annoyed tears fill your eyes. Fuck! How could he have beaten you? This was your fucking game. 

"Go ahead," you demand. "But know you won't leave this compound alive."

Vaas whistles. 

"You have fucking cajones (testicles). I respect that. But I'm not going to kill you princesa (princess)."

You raise a curious brow. 

"And why is that?"

"Because you and I have the same fucking problem. That puta (bitch) Hoyt," Vaas answers. His tone morphs into something vicious.

How does he know this? 

"One of my men has a big mouth," you state. 

No. You aren't certain this is true, but you can't figure out how else he knows. With an uneasy sigh, you hesitantly reach up and grab his wrist. 

"If you want to talk that's fine, but I would rather not do it with a knife to my throat, or here for that matter."

Vaas snorts. 

"A woman like you…no, I don't imagine you want to air your dirty laundry for everyone to see."

Removing the knife, he releases you and steps back. You take a moment to catch your breath before you motion for him to follow you, taking him back to your room. 

Once inside, Vaas lets out an impressed whistle and sits in your chair, much to your displeasure. 

"This is what riding high on the fucking hog looks like, no?"

You wouldn't say that. Hoyt lives in a mansion, though you can't complain. You take an uneasy breath. 

"You are a native to the island. Are you with the Rakyat?" 

"You know, the past is in the past for a fucking reason. I'm here. Walked right up to the fucking gate and said 'Let me in, little pigs' and they did," Vaas retorts. 

You widen your eyes in shock. Who purposefully wants to get caught? This man is insane. Walking over to the bedside table, you retrieve a canteen of alcohol resting on top, tossing it to him. 

"So…you want to team up or something? Fight Hoyt together?" You ask with a laugh. "That is some ballsy shit, Montenegro. But you see, we don't usually take in recruits."

"No? Even when this recluta (recruit) has information," Vaas suggested through drinks. "Furthermore, I'm not asking for a team-up. I'm giving you a 30-day notice, princesa princess)." 

Is he serious? He came here with plans to overthrow you. 

"You should have killed me if you wanted to do that. No one wants to see Hoyt 6 feet in the ground more than me," you state. 

Vaas grins and looks you over, wetting his lips. 

"I could use a woman like you."

"Or," you counter as you walk toward him, snatching the canteen from his hand. "We put an end to that bastard together…then duke it out for the throne. A real fucking deathmatch. You keep what you kill." 

Vaas snorts. 

"I knew you'd be fun."

He has no idea. You take a drink from the canteen, tossing it aside. Reaching for the button on your pants, you take them off; all the while Vaas stares at you with that shit-eating grin on his face. Once you're bare to him, you crawl into his lap, pleased that he's reacting to you in the way he should. His erection pokes against your ass and you hum.

"Might as well make as much of this as we can."

Vaas grins and lifts you a bit so that he can free his cock, sliding the head against your outer lips. You easily sink, humming as he fills you. It feels great, but the greedy fuck is too impatient to allow you a moment to take pleasure in his size before he takes hold of your hips, bouncing you on his cock. 

"Wait a fucking minute," you hiss, parting from him the best you can. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Vaas sticks his tongue out and grins. 

"Come on then, jefa (boss). Fuck me."

His teasing tone makes you want to put a bullet in him, but you decide that there are better ways to take out your aggression on him than kill him. You sink onto him again, sliding your arms around his neck. After a moment of appreciation for the thick cock stretching your walls, you begin to rock your hips, fucking yourself on him. 

Vaas hums.  

"Does death turn you on, princesa (princess)? So fucking wet."

Perhaps it does. Though Vaas is to blame for most of how you feel. He's attractive despite his loud mouth and rude demeanor. You hum in agreement. 

"I've never met a Rakyat so fuckable." 

"No hay nadie como yo (there's no one like me)," Vaas retorts. His hands grip your hips, enjoying the ride. 

You've also never met one who spoke Spanish, but this is neither here nor now. At a decent pace, one that doesn't wear you out too quickly, you moan as a surge of pleasure washes over you, slowly building. Though it's not quite as strong as you would like it to be.

"Don't be fucking lazy. Touch me," you order. 

"Si jefa (yes boss)," Vaas retorts.

He removes a hand from your waist and slides his thumb against your clit, drawing right circles around it. For a moment, as the pleasure grows, you lose your pace to the intense feeling, but quickly you recover. 

When is the last time you've been fucked? It's been far too long. Chasing the pleasure, you aren't too surprised when it quickly overwhelms you, sending you crashing over the edge. Vaas guides you through your sudden orgasm, circling your clit as your tight walls spasm around him. It feels divine. 

You almost don't realize that Vaas removes his hand until you are pressed tight against his chest. He gives you no warning as he continues to fuck you through the remaining seconds of your orgasm, leaving you overstimulated. 

"Vaas," you whine. You want to tell him to slow down, but you can hardly think. 

Does this man not have an off switch? Perhaps you should have let him fuck you first. You barely have the strength to cling to him as he bounces you on top of him. 

For a moment, it feels like your entire world is spinning out of control, then at last it comes crashing to a stop as Vaas lifts you off his cock. His warm cum drips down your thighs as you remain against him, worn out. This moment almost seems too perfect. And as much as you hate to admit it, he's a damn good fuck. This team-up or whatever it is might–

"Now who has the dick?" Vaas utters in your ear, in a voice that makes you narrow your tired eyes in irritation.  

He doesn't need a tongue to help me take down Hoyt, does he? 

No, you honestly don't think so. 

[erenwrenchsworld]

So I can’t read fan fiction about being a trans male anymore??????

[vikkirosko]

🐅 Vaas Montenegro x Reader x Citra Talugmai headcanons Rivalry 🗡

You've lived on Rook Islands since you were born. You knew this jungle like the back of your hand, you knew where the animals lived, which plants were poisonous and which, on the contrary, could save lives. You didn't have many friends, but those whom you could call your friends replaced hundreds of friends for you. These were Vaas and Citra. You spent a lot of time with them. All your childhood you were together, but when strangers came to your island, everything changed. You saw how Vaas and Citra began to quarrel and move away until in the end they turned out to be enemies for each other and you ended up between them

You tried to remain neutral and not choose sides, but it was difficult. Neither the locals nor the pirates touched you, but every time you came to Vaas or Citra, they tried to convince you to become part of their factions. You didn't know why they needed you, not even realizing that the reason for their so strong desire to keep you close to them was their feelings for you. You didn't notice that before they often argued over you, but now these disputes have turned into a full-fledged feud

Vaas has been in love with you since childhood. He always brought you the sweetest fruits that he found in the jungle, you studied every corner of the jungle with him, he taught you how to defend yourself, he taught you how to shoot when a large number of weapons appeared on the island. Even when Vaas was furious, he didn't hurt you. He was ready to protect you from other pirates and anyone who wanted to try to harm you, because he knew that with the appearance of pirates on the island, life there became more dangerous for you

Citra was well aware of the role she was going to take on, but she wasn't going to let her brother take all your attention. Even when you were children, she took you around the temple and told you about traditions and legends. When you got older, she often tried to convince you that only next to her you will be happy and only her way will bring prosperity to your native island. She didn't want you to participate in this war, but she wanted you to be by her side. She wanted you to be on her side

The enmity between Vaas and Citra was getting stronger. They both hid their feelings for you while continuing to confront each other. Their enmity would become even more serious if you chose one of them. Neither Vaas nor Citra were ready to give you up to anyone, but they could not peacefully coexist with the three of them either. Only the death of a rival could calm them down

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Y/n: Amore, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Vaas: Yes, you lowly worm - now crawl back to your corner and assume the position while I get the flogger to punish you for asking such a ridiculous question!!

Y/n: ....I shouldn't have I asked that.

Vaas: Too late!

[plutoswritingplanet]

I can't find this one fic I've read years ago, about Vaas from Far Cry 3. I just remember he called the main character Mermaid (?) or Siren (?) Something like that. It was finished and slapped major ass, but I can't find it now, does anyone have any clue?

Edit: @sleepytime-moga U ARE A LIFESAVER I OWE YOU MY FIRSTBORN <3 <3

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 26 Vaas Montenegro

"… No."

"Why not, nena ?"

"Just no."

The memory of the previous year still haunted the entire camp, who dreaded the approach of Halloween and what Vaas had prepared to have fun with his pirates this time.

Even if Y/N had almost begged him not to do anything, before trying to convince him with kisses, then ordering him with threats, but it was obvious that their leader had really enjoyed seeing them scared, and spending a few days on the couch would not be enough to make him change his mind.

For several weeks, he had disappeared deep into the jungle, asking not to be disturbed. No one was crazy enough to disobey but the noises and crazy laughter that echoed between the trees were not very reassuring.

Y/N was probably the least nervous, because despite his obvious madness accompanied by mood swings, Vaas cared too much about her to hurt her. That wouldn't stop him from finding it amusing to play pranks on her that he deemed innocent and harmless.

The problem was his very personal definition of "innocent" and "harmless".

The pride was visible on his face when he presented his creation to her. He had once again been very inspired by Hollywood movies, and with all the abandoned buildings on the island, he hadn't had to sweat much to create his own house of horror.

"The giant mouse would be super jealous if he saw this. I could sell him the concept for his crappy park, but I don't like him, I'll cut off his head and put it in the decor."

"Are you talking about Mickey ? You know he doesn't really exist, right ?"

"Of course I know, nena. He only comes out during parades. So, do you want to visit ?"

"Once again, no."

"But whyyyyy ?" he groaned, jumping up and down like a disappointed child.

He was kind enough not to force her, unlike his pirates who had the choice between a bullet in the leg and living "the best experience of their entire futile existence". Many chose the bullet in the leg, until it was obvious that they would then be forced to crawl into the house to see the macabre spectacle no matter what.

And hearing the screams, it was better to be able to run.

It was impossible to know what exactly was going on inside, because either the pirates were so traumatized by the attraction that they didn't speak for days, or they were so afraid of Vaas that they kept it a secret.

In an attempt to convince her to go in, the pirate leader had suggested to Y/N that they go together.

"They'll be less aggressive if I'm here. Or more aggressive ? I don't really know."

"Who are 'they' ?"

"I don't know anymore. They must not remember either with all the drugs I made them take. Shall we go now ?"

"… You promise me that we really won't risk anything ?"

"Hermosa. I will never let anything happen to you. I will protect you, like a superhero. Like Captain Phillips."

"I think you are mixing up several movies, but I will take a big risk and trust you." Y/N sighed.

"I admire this proof of immense love that also clearly indicates a mental problem. Come on nena !"

In the end, Y/N saw almost nothing of the attraction, so scared that she spent the entire time in his arms, her face against his neck, while he oscillated between laughing, murmuring comfort and barking at his creatures who were getting too close.

He apologized when they were outside. He didn't think she would be so scared, when she wasn't afraid of him at all. He was much more terrifying than that.

To do things right, he went to get flowers and forced his pirates to find candies, chocolates, all the best sweet things on the island to please her.

He chose a not too scary movie to watch together, even if he considered that Cats wasn't so bad, singing all the songs.

With a huge smile anyway, he agreed to stay with her all night because she was still too scared to sleep, and he would be there in case of nightmares. Y/N wondered if that wasn't his goal all along.

But his plan having worked too well, Vaas felt a little bad seeing her still panicked the next day, continuing to pamper her until she felt better. Maybe she made the most of it by pretending for almost a month, but if he realized it, he didn't complain.

[lostamongthestarz]

This started out as Vaas angst but it turned into Vaas being Possessive? maybe slightly Obsessive. No regrets <3

Vaas being Possessive/Obsessive with a transmale reader

Fandom: Far cry 3 Characters: Vaas montenegro Wanring: Vaas himself is a warning. ════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ ❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗ ════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ Vaas had kept you his secret, a secret from his men. a secret from his sister - a secret from her lap dog Jason. and especially from Hoyt. Vaas was never one to keep secrets but you? You were the one he was intent on keeping hidden, you were the only person he truly trusted. The one he came to when life got too shitty - the one he ran to for warmth on those cold lonely nights. Vaas was obsessed with the way you pampered him with love despite the blood on his hands, obsessed with the way your body fit against his when you two cuddled. Vaas was obsessed with you. Vaas was obsessed with keeping you away from everything - he’s not stupid, He has plenty of enemies that would kill to know what they could use against him. He laughed along with his men when they joked about him not being afraid of anything, he wasn’t scared of anything he could handle easily - Hoyt? Hoyt didn’t worry him. What worried him was the picture in his mind of Hoyt getting his hands on you. Vaas could always feel his blood boil at the thought, He did his best to hide this - but you weren’t stupid. You could always see the signs. The way Vaas would always hold you just a bit tighter. The way he would have to have his hands on you at all times - no matter what you could be doing. He knew the risks - he knew the risks all too well, His men he wasn’t scared of. Those guys were more likely to be scared of Vaas - some had gotten used to his “antics.” others just did what they were told to stay alive.

When it came to you, Vaas would burn the islands down if you asked. And he had told you that-

"bonito- you know I'd kill for you right?"

"You would?" "without hesitation"

The way he would need to make sure you have some of his clothes to wear, weather its just you walking around or just being comfortable in one of his tank tops.

His eyes are on you all the time, doesn't matter what you're doing. he needs to make sure you stay as his secret for as long as he can.

You're his boy and no one - will change that, Not as long as Vaas lives.

════ ⋆★⋆ ═══ pls send me more Vaas gifs I need them,,, Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open < 3

[jacobseedisbabygirl]

Having to ask as a anon because it wont let me ask on my writing account but - my brother gave me the idea to edit stickers onto Vaas and it gave me the idea of Vaas letting his s/o put stickers on his face just for fun. :33

Stickers (Vaas/Male Reader)

Tw: Its vaas. he spicy boi/reference to canon typical violence <3

@lostamongthestarz enjoyyyy (my new frien, pls go follow him, he's hella cool!!)

DO NOT USE MY WRITING FOR AI TRAINING

You find some stickers and decide they would look best on your spicy pirate's face <3

"(Y/n), what the fuck are you doing?" Vaas asked, opening his eyes upon feeling a tickling sensation on his face. You giggled.

"Nooothiiiing~" you said, placing a Hello Kitty sticker on his temple. "You'd better not be putting stickers on my face, Chico." Vaas chuckled. You pressed a kiss to his nose. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Vaas." Vaas yawned, turning to his side, taking you into his arms. After a moment, he froze.

"Amor. How many stickers did you put on me?" He questioned. You smirked, looking at the stickers on his shoulders. "I have no ideas what you're talking about." "(Y/n), how many stickers did you put on me?" Vaas asked in a faux serious tone. You only stared in response. Vaas sighed, getting up and looking into the mirror. You giggled and got up, pretending to escape.

"Tu pequeña mierda! Get over here!" Vaas laughed, gathering you into his arms. You squealed, squirming and laughing as he did. He shook his head in mock disappointed. He sighed as a couple stickers fell of his face. "You love me, you can't be mad at me~" You kissed his forehead, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Unfortunately, yes, I do, mi Carino." Vaas chuckled.

Hope you liked it!! This was fun to write hehe

[sp00kygoddessxx]

 🖤Dangerous Intentions🖤

The pirate camp was a cacophony of noise and debauchery, as Vaas and his men celebrated another successful raid. Drunken laughter and the clinking of bottles filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unrestrained chaos. You had found yourself at the heart of the revelry, sitting near Vaas himself, the man who had become both your captor and your fascination.

Vaas's wild, kohl-rimmed eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and intensity flickering within them. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Cariño'," he purred, "you lookin' for a little fun tonight?"

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation as you met his gaze. Vaas had a reputation for unpredictability and cruelty, but you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "But the question is, can you keep up with me?"

Vaas's grin widened, a sinister and seductive sight. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Oh, Cariño'," he whispered, "I can keep up with the best of 'em."

You felt a surge of attraction to this enigmatic man, a reckless magnetism that drew you further into his dangerous web.

With a swift and unexpected motion, Vaas's hand reached out and settled on your thigh, his touch electric. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along your skin, igniting a fire within you. It was a bold move, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

Leaning closer, your lips brushed against Vaas's ear, your voice a sultry purr. "Prove it, Montenegro."

Vaas's laughter filled the air, a wild and maniacal sound that sent shivers down your spine. His hand slid higher along your thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. The chemistry between you and Vaas was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

"Careful, Cariño'," Vaas said, his voice low and smoky. "You might just awaken a beast you can't handle."

You couldn't deny the dangerous allure of the man before you, and the world around you seemed to blur as you engaged in this intimate and dangerous dance of flirtation. The line between right and wrong had never been so blurry, and you were willing to play this dangerous game.

As the night continued, you and Vaas found yourselves at the heart of the chaos, flirting and teasing one another with increasing intensity. The tension between you was palpable, an intoxicating mix of desire and danger.

With each stolen glance and whispered innuendo, you felt the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro drawing you further into his enigmatic world. It was a world where the rules were undefined, and power and control were the ultimate currency.

But as the night wore on, Vaas's demeanor shifted, his playful and seductive demeanor turning more intense. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a smoldering fire that left you breathless.

"Cariño'," he said, his voice low and intimate, "you might just be the most dangerous thing I've come across in a long time."

You couldn't deny the surge of attraction that coursed through you, a reckless desire that left you craving more. The world around you had become a blur, and in this moment, there was nothing else but the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro.

With a final, heated glance, Vaas leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a passionate and demanding kiss. It was a kiss that defied reason, a reckless surrender to the allure of danger and desire.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless and disoriented, your heart pounding in your chest. Vaas's dark eyes were locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and intensity in his gaze.

"Amor'," he said, his voice low and husky, "you've got a fire in you that I can't resist."

You could only respond with a sultry smile, your own desire mirrored in your eyes.

As the night wore on, you and Vaas continued to dance on the edge of danger, your attraction and chemistry reaching new heights. In this unpredictable and perilous world, you had been drawn into a dangerous game of desire and temptation, a game where the line between right and wrong blurred, and where power and control were the ultimate currency.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

WIP Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. 

Thank you so much, @quinloki , for the tag. 

Without further ado, let's get into it. Underlined titles are stories that have multiple chapters. 

Wicked Moon - A Stranger Things werewolf AU. (Billy Hargrove x OC). 

Blue Jeans - This fic mostly focuses on romantic themes and family drama. The fandom is Stand By Me/The Body. (Ace Merrill x OC).

Where the Tainted Kiss - I'm working on the final chapter of this fic. It's a Far Cry 3 fic. (Vaas Montenegro x OC). 

Nightcall - A scenario I'm playing around with in the Sonic Cinematic Universe. (Ivo Robotnik x OC). 

Sweet Sacrifice - A villain arc fic in the Batman fandom. (Johnathan Crane x OC).

Beware the Wolf - I honestly need to finish this one-shot. It's a One Piece AU. (Loki x GN Reader).

Dark Secret - Another Stand By Me/The Body fic. This is a Lovecraftian-themed AU. (Ace Merrill x OC). 

Chokehold - A Sonic CU short story. The OC is Tom's younger sister who is kidnapped by Robotnik. (Ivo Robotnik x OC). 

Sweet Calamity - This story will be a spin-off of Cyberpunk 2077 featuring an entirely new cast of characters (based on my friends). 

The Highest Cost - A Lost Boys fic featuring a psychic OC. (David x OC). 

In the Deep Woods - This story is centered around Death Note. It's an AU featuring detectives and a cryptid. (Mello x OC). 

Tagging (no pressure, of course): @shions-new-blog-of-stuff @mkdecimation @elizabethcrumb @swamplinglvr @mishwanders @savage-rhi @bonez-drabblez @kyu-honey   @lo1k-diamonds @mishwanders @the-resident-vampire and anyone else who wants to play. 

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"Fics + Drabbles Commissions"

-types of story : fluff, nsfw, dark content, angst, OC/character, OC/OC, character/character - I can do fanfictions or original story

-price : $0.02 per word so for 1000 words it's $20, payment upfront no refunds. Paypal.

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"HEADCANON COMMISSIONS"

-types of headcanons : fluff, angst, nsfw, dark content, anything, suggestions and preferences is welcome.

-price : $10 per characters. Paypal, payment upfront no refunds.