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#just a fraction because the man is built like a brick house but it's there showing the force of her movement and how he's relaxed
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
what about some random dude out in public sees viktor’s cane and limp and tells reader he could show her what it’s like to be with a ‘real man.’ back home, viktor shows her just what a real man can do (wink wink)
-Aaaah, intriguing. *runs hands together* I've never written for Viktor but! I do also love him, and I'll do my best here. :)
Viktor x fem!reader (NSFW! 18+ only!!)
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"Can you believe they mixed up the Acacia and Acaena genuses? I mean, I understand they're similarly spelled but honestly..."
"Well, not everyone is as passionate and sharp-eyed as you, dear."
Stars twinkle above in the blue-purple evening skies, the rain shower from earlier making the cobblestones shine under the light from streetlamps and windows as you walk arm-in-arm with Viktor down a shop-lined street. Having both been cooped up in your respective labs for the greater part of a week and not having time to see each other, you'd finally managed to find said time (and managed to pry him away from his desk) to head out on a much-needed date.
You'd heard about an upcoming exhibition on plants, flowers and their various adaptations to different environments at the largest and nicest museum in Piltover, and being an enthusiastic botanist you couldn't pass up the chance. When you'd suggested the idea Viktor had been...less enthused yet still intrigued; perhaps this would be a welcome distraction from his own intense schedule, a breath of fresh air to help him refocus. Not to mention, spending an evening with you was a delightful idea in itself.
"One would think that, being a scientific institution, they would make certain displays were correctly labeled before it opened. What if people learned the wrong plant names and made a fool of themselves? Or which would be pleasant in your home and which would release revolting smelling pollen?!" you continue with self-assured indignation.
A bemused, teasing smile tugs at Viktor's mouth, "What indeed. Goodness it would be a shame if someone walked into their kitchen to find it ruined by a houseplant. Truly a tragedy."
"Very funny, Viktor." you dryly reply, then pause suddenly, gently pulling your arm from his and gazing forlornly at your feet. He stops as well, eyebrow raised in question and you sigh, "I'm...sorry I get so...into my field. I know it's not your thing."
He hums, shifting his weight and giving his cane a few thoughtful taps on the ground, then points to a nearby planter overflowing with red and pink blooms, "What are those flowers called?"
"They're begonias...?" you reply, mildly confused.
"Ah, see, without you I might never have known that," he turns to look at you, "But now I do. The point is, though our passions and fields of study are different, it doesn't mean we can't appreciate and even learn from each other's," his lips quirk up in a small smile, slender fingers on your chin to tilt your face upward and you almost have to stop yourself from kissing him right then, "Sometimes looking at different things, or the same from a new angle, affords you a better understanding and love for them."
Touched, you break into a shy yet beaming grin, simultaneously hating and loving how easily he could make your face warm and heart flutter. You lean forward enough to bump your nose against his with a tiny huff of a laugh.
"How dare you make me blush like a smitten teenager...but thank you..."
He tilts his head ever so much, a silent signal and you do the same, your lips finally meeting with the softest touch and you swear you could melt to join the puddles in the cobblestones below. Pulling away, he moves to take your arm again and you both resume walking, chatting more about the exhibit and Viktor's newest discoveries with his own research.
A few minutes later, among the many small shops you pass a bakery and patisserie, it's windows bordered with tiny lights and displaying a neatly written sign declaring a '50% off sale on our famous macaroons!'
"I've actually never had a macaroon." you muse aloud, and Viktor shrugs, "Nor have I."
An idea grabs hold and you grin, telling him with a quick peck on the cheek you'll 'be right back!' and pull away to slip inside. Viktor shakes his head lightly with another crooked smile, then pulls a book from his coat pocket and steps off more out of the way to await.
Mere minutes later, you emerge cradling a neatly folded white paper bag containing four assorted flavors-in your enthusiasm you'd forgotten to ask Viktor what sort he may like-when you pass an all-too-familiar figure just entering the shop, who does a double-take and smirks, faking surprise.
"Ah, we meet again, miss." he says coolly, his voice like velvet and yet sandpaper.
Oh no. Your smile and stomach drop as you remember dealing with him a mere couple hours before at the very exhibit you and Viktor had recently left; he'd approached you when you'd wandered away from your date for a moment to more closely inspect a display, asking if you'd like to join him for drinks...and it had taken several increasingly curt refusals before he'd begrudgingly given up.
"That offer still stands, you know," he continues with a clumsy bow, "I would love to show such a lovely creature a lovely time..."
"As I've already stated, several times if I recall, I'm not interested, and happily spoken for thank you-" close to him as you are, you're able to catch the whiff of alcohol on his breath and clothes; apparently he'd already started without you and your nose wrinkles, "And it seems my company wasn't needed for your inebriation anyway. Good night."
Without waiting you turn on your heel and stalk back to Viktor, your heart instantly at ease when he looks up-then his expression shifts as his eyes dart behind you, and you glance to see you, unfortunately, had a tag along. Reaching Viktor you immediately link your arm with his and spin to face the absolute buffoon who it seemed was more determined than you thought.
"Erm, who...?" wonders Viktor aloud, catching your gaze as he slips the book back into his pocket.
That gaze then settles fiercely on the man, silently warning him to leave, "He asked if I wished to join him. I politely declined. Multiple times. Let's go, darling."
The man takes a quick step to the side, blocking your paths. His face has warped from a cool yet polite smile to one of irritable disgust as he suddenly scans Viktor up and down, noting his slender frame, cane and slightly unsteady gait. Viktor glowers back at him, as much for your sake as his own, knowing exactly what the man was thinking.
Unable or unwilling to suppress a sarcastic laugh the man scoffs, "Really now? You would choose him, this frail thing, over someone like myself? Goodness my sweet, you're beautiful and vibrant! Surely you can find a real man to attach yourself to! Luckily for you," he tugs on his lapels and tosses you a wink, "I'm more than happy to show you what it's like to be with a real man..."
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223 notes - Posted August 19, 2022
#4
You 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 tell me Vander wouldn’t want Reader to ride his thigh and be touching her all over. I swear that man would find her the sexiest thing, especially if she had gotten protective over the kids that day.
That being said: could you please do a fem!Reader x Vander with thigh riding? I love your writing and I hope you have a good day!
-Oh MY 👀👀👀 Well, firstly thank you so much! Secondly, hoo boi this is gonna get spicy...
-THIS WILL BE MILDLY NSFW YOU'VE BEEN ADVISED-
There was a lot to clean up that night, especially after a particularly rowdy bachelor party had all but overtaken the bar. But finally, after a lot of mopping spilled beer (which Vander swore, quite literally, he should have charged them double for) and putting chairs back into their proper spots the place was cleaned and ready to go for tomorrow.
You were next to him putting supplies away, and Vander looked up at you while washing his hands of dirt and sticky residue with a grin remembering earlier; toward the end of the party Mylo and Claggor had appeared to check it out, and hopefully charm the drunk partygoers into giving them some coins, and had been roped into a...very inappropriate conversation, to which you had swooped in to give the men such hell they swiftly apologized. Vander had watched, both amused at the sight of them almost cowering at your fury and grateful to know such a fiercely loving woman.
You catch him watching you out of the corner of your eye, those handsome features set in a warm, coy half-smile that was making your knees weaker than they had any right to be and sending shivers to places that could be dangerous if he kept it up.
"Gods I love ya..." he murmurs lowly, so much you paused to glance at him and tilt your head, "Hmm?"
"Said I love ya," he repeats, and turns to brush a stray piece of hair from your face, letting his hand linger against your jaw, "Now...what say we head to bed?"
By the time you reach the bedroom, sideways looks and brushing touches had turned into longing kisses and you being pressed to the door as soon as it was shut. It's been a couple days since you two had even seen each other, and weeks since you'd had the time or energy for anything else, so it's no surprise when shoes are quickly kicked off and clothing haphazardly loosened or outright discarded.
"So this is how it is?" you sass, and he gives a brief chuckle into your neck where his mouth has been busy, "Shush. I do believe ya started it."
"That's besides the-"
Your retort is cut off by his lips pressed to yours as he hoists you by the waist and stumbles to the bed, dropping on it with you straddling him. Both your hands and lips are all over each other at this point, breath heavy, sheer need quickly replacing any semblance of gentle restraint as you slide your splayed fingers up from his stomach to his chest, relishing the feel of his muscles; despite not being quite as sculpted as he once was he was still incredibly sexy and those muscles were no less powerful, as your very sore body could attest to occasionally.
You both shift a little for better access and you end up straddling just one of his thighs, and with how hot your body already was running, the simple feel of his leg between yours was enough to send a shudder through you...and some deep, primal instinct takes over your lust-addled mind as you began to grind yourself against him, moaning into his kiss.
It took him a moment to realize what you were doing but then he grins wolfishly, sliding his hands to your hips, "That wound up over me eh?"
Somehow his acknowledgement of your actions gives you pause, feeling more guilt than thrill, and sensing your hesitation he digs his fingers a little more into your skin as his eyes burn into yours with enough intensity to give you shivers all over again, "Oh don't be ashamed darlin'...if this is what you want, do it. I love knowin' I'm makin' ya feel so good-mmm my amazin' woman...go on..."
Your heart swells; he calls you amazing, yet here he is always being amazing to you. Before you can respond with words he uses the grip on your hips to continue your movements himself, his mouth finding your neck again, grazing your collarbone with his teeth, sending sparks through your veins and muddling all rational thought. By this point your body is acting on it's own again, with you grasping his shoulders for leverage as you rock your hips and grind your most sensitive spots against him, each repitition stoking the fire in your belly.
Meanwhile, his hands are busy with one still clutching your hip and thigh for 'assistance', the other free to roam up and down your back, front, and anywhere else within reach while he murmurs sweet encouragments alongside much naughtier things into your skin and you swear you might combust if this keeps up.
"That feel good yeah? Keep goin'...I love ya so much...I am gonna ravage you so badly-you know that right? Ah but I know how much ya love feelin' me inside you...in fact-"
He falls backwards onto the bed while still gripping your hips and pulls you up so you're now fully straddling him again, the springs creaking with your combined weight. Suddenly, you find something else between your legs, no less hard or eager and you groan appreciatively while meeting his hooded gaze.
"Well, let's see if you're right..."
230 notes - Posted February 20, 2022
#3
So.....a guy asks Vander if that "sexy piece of ass" is single, gesturing towards reader.....how's that go?
-*nervous laughter* About as well as you'd expect, Anon. I'm going off the assumption that reader and Vander are together for this.
"Hey...hey. Hey brother..." a customer loudly whispers, leaning forward slightly and discreetly waving a hand to catch his target's attention.
It's a fairly quiet evening at the bar, no doubt due to the quite popular, and quite illegal (not that anyone cared to enforce the rules) prize fight tournament going on in another part of the city. Vander, who has been wiping down the counters and prepping for the swarm to arrive later, glances up at the man.
"Yeah? What can I get ya?"
A dopey, lopsided grin breaks out on his flushed face, being already clearly buzzed and he turns his head to gaze at a person sitting at a small table near the jukebox with the kids, playing cards. They smirk triumphantly and slap their cards on the table as the kids groan and protest, the winner evident before Mylo insists on 'one more game!' However, they laugh and stand, saying sure but they'll be right back and start heading toward the counter.
The man follows their movement, licking his lips and his smirk goes lustful as he quietly asks, "Oy, you know if that sexy piece of ass is single? Damn the things I'd do to them!"
Vander stops instantly, his hand tightly clutching the rag he'd been using and exhales with an annoyed huff. The customer doesn't pick up on this, being too inebriated and too distracted by your form standing nearby.
"Could we get a few cups of juice?" you ask Vander with a chuckle, "Poor kids are...Vander?"
You're the one to notice his demeanor, the furrow of his brows as he scowls at the man and tight grip on the rag and wonder what's wrong. He meets your eyes and his expression quickly softens, then takes on a hint of mischief as he tosses the cloth over a broad shoulder and grabs a couple cups.
"Sure thing."
He fills them then as he sets them on a tray for you, leans over the counter to grasp the back of your head and passionately presses his lips to yours. You make a startled 'mmph?' sound, but swiftly melt into the kiss. He pulls back and the hairs on your neck are standing up with the sudden intensity of his actions.
"Honeybear..?" you murmur in confusion but appreciation. Public displays of affection were not something he normally did, a large hand settled on your waist or quick peck on the head being about all.
"Just felt like it, love. Now go show 'em 'ow to play properly. And get ready we'll probably 'ave a crowd later."
You grin, still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips, "Well I'm not complaining...and will do, boss man."
As you take the tray and head back, the customer, who's been watching this entire exchange with increasing levels of embarrassment and despair has now slumped onto the bar, his head lolled onto his arms. Vander shoots him a withering look.
"No, they're not." he says sarcastically, going back to his tasks.
243 notes - Posted February 23, 2022
#2
Senario: Vander smacks your ass behind the bar while a guy is hitting on you. In turn, a few days pass and a woman is hitting on Vander..........*warms um palms* Don't hold back lol
Oh friend. You've started something. 😘 You and everyone else please enjoy this little treat:
-It's one of those nights, nights where the bar is especially crowded and the entire place is a raucous din of chatter, drunken laughter, the clattering of mugs on tables, and the occasional dispute, with the old jukebox trying it's best to be heard above the noise.
"Round for the left corner table!" calls Vander as he passes you a tray of drinks. Taking it and flashing him a warm smile, you go to serve them...ignoring the man sitting at the end of the bar who has been pointedly eyeing and grinning like a fool at you for some time now.
Once you come back and pass him again he raises his hand to say, "'Scuse me ma'am, might I have another ale? And...a word if that's alright."
"Sure comin' up," you answer, and grabbing a clean mug pour him the drink and slide it over, then pause in front of him, "Now what's up? Someone bothering you?"
"Nah...but I uh..." he rests his chin in his hand and looks at you with a half lidded, lopsided smirk, "I wish someone was..."
"....Ah. I see." you answer flatly, leaning one elbow on the counter; so he was trying, terribly, to flirt. It seemed that, unlike a lot of the other patrons, this guy didn't realize you were dating the owner.
After a hiccup and clearing his throat, he 'walks' his fingers across the warped wood toward your arm and asks, "So uh...what're you doin' later after leavin' this dump?"
Before you can answer you feel a large hand on your upper back. You know that touch very well, and turn your head to see Vander standing there, giving the man that particular, tight-lipped grin that you recognize as quite the opposite of amused, his eyes narrowed.
"It may be a dump, but it's mine. Now then mate, ya mind tellin' me why you're harassing my staff?" he all but growls.
The man gapes at him stupidly and warily withdraws his own hand, eyes glazed from drink, "Um...I uh..."
"Well," Vander continues, and as he's speaking his hand slides down your back lower and lower until it's settled by your tailbone as you feel goosebumps dance across your skin from his caress, "I think you've had enough, and I'm going to have to cut you off for your own safety..."
And now his hand moves off you for only a split second before you feel the sharp and not unwelcome slap of his broad hand on your ass. The angle at which you two were standing assured no one could see, and you hiss in a quick breath, struggling to remain composed and shoot him an affectionate smirk while mouthing 'you bastard'. He throws you a quick wink and strides off while the man is already on his feet and weaving his way toward the door.
Part 2 under the cut because this is turning out longer than I expected:
Some days had passed since then, when during a slightly more quiet evening, you came back from taking orders to find a quite voluptuous woman who seemed to be quite taken with Vander. He was busy doing some intermittent cleaning behind the bar, and she was perched on a chair, talking to him and leaning forward enough to make quite the display of her ample cleavage. He was paying her no mind beyond asking if she needed another drink, and you bristle; oh. So this was how he had felt when the scenario was reversed.
It wasn't that you two didn't trust each other; mutual respect and trust came in spades for you both, but there was something about seeing another person making a play for your love that set the blood afire and ignited a protective, challenging instinct. Thus, you stuff your notebook in a pocket and go around behind the counter, stepping up to him and tapping his arm.
"Could you help me grab something from the storeroom?" you ask nonchalantly while shooting the woman a cool glance.
"Sure thing." he replies, dropping his cleaning rag and following you into a small side room around the corner, more of a closet than anything.
He doesn't see your smug grin, or you arcing your arm back as he sidles past you and asks, "Alright what did you-"
You swing your hand and crack him smartly right on his ass and he starts while you chuckle triumphantly, "Ha! That's for the other day. You did it while someone was flirting with me, thought I'd return the favor."
There's a momentary pause, then he twists his head just enough to peer at you over his shoulder; uh oh. You see the challenging glint there and before you can make another move he whirls, grasping you by the hips and hoisting you in the air, roughly pinning you to the wall with his body and you both ignore the several cans and other items that fall and clatter on the floor. You throw your arms around his shoulders as your legs encircle his waist and he leans in to growl lowly into your collarbone.
"Now now darlin'...if ya want to start something it'll hafta wait until closing. But until then..."
His hot breath against your skin and the promise of his words have already gotten your blood up, but then he clamps his mouth on your neck, kissing and nipping, making you let out a sharp gasp and moan. You twist your head to meet his lips with your own, pressing hard and running your tongue along his bottom lip. He grunts, fingers digging into your thighs and he deepens the kiss before you both pull back, breath heavy and he carefully lowers you to the floor.
You rest your hands on his chest and look up at him while biting your lip, "Later?"
"Aye definitely..." he replies, planting another kiss on your forehead then taking several deep breaths to calm down, and you both, as casually as possible, head back.
391 notes - Posted January 4, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Can I get some Vander protecting his lady? A rowdy young man tries to make a pass and doesn't take your decline. Vander starts calm as possible but......poor poor idiot makes a grab at you.
-OH I HAVE BEEN ITCHING TO ANSWER THIS 😎
It's another busy night at the Last Drop, not that any were particularly empty with most of the city's residents passing through on a semi-regular basis, and the drinks and raucous conversation flowed. It was one of those nights that Vander called you and one other person in for additional assistance taking care of patrons, and you'd been kept on your toes all shift.
As you're taking empty mugs from one table, another flags you down and you quickly step over, notepad balanced in your hands, "What can I get you guys?"
"I'll have a beer!"
"Two for me!"
"A cyanide sour!"
"Whiskey, best ya got...and I still want some time alone with your sweet self..."
You jot down the tables orders, pausing when you reach the last one, glancing up sourly as you jab your pen pointedly back in your pocket, "I'll be right back with your drinks, and only your drinks."
This was the third time this customer had made passes at you, each time becoming a little more insistent, and you becoming more annoyed. It was far from the first time some buzzed bozo had tried to flirt with you, but this particular guy wasn't backing off. The first time, you'd calmly told him you weren't interested; the second you'd informed him you were spoken for and he needed to stop.
You stalk back up to the counter, slamming the mugs down near Vander with enough force for him to do a double take and look up at you.
"Everythin' alright love?" he queries with a crooked eyebrow, seeing the fire in your gaze.
He sees you glowering sideways toward a table and following your line of sight, sees that customer lustfully eyeing you, catching his friends attention to make a stroking gesture toward his crotch as they all howl with laughter.
Vander exhales in a growl, recognizing the guy as the same one whom you mentioned earlier and leans forward toward you a little, "Is he still not gettin' the hint?"
"Nope," you reply through clenched teeth.
"Say the word darlin' and I'll personally throw'im out on his ass."
"If he tries anything else you can throw out what's left of him after I'm done."
He barks out a short laugh, your statement an unexpected and vivid reminder of one of the many reasons he loved you-your intellect, your beauty, your huge and fierce heart of course, now here was another; your unwillingness to take shit from anyone, especially obnoxious little rats like this guy. Reaching over, he gives your hand a brief, affectionate squeeze and flashes a reassuring smile before turning to fulfill the orders you had, passing you the stocked tray when he was finished.
He watches you walk away, another small smile on his face and pondering how he'd gotten so damn lucky before going back to his many other tasks.
Weaving between tables and patrons at various levels of intoxication, you deliver the drinks to a couple other spots...then draw a calming breath before heading back to the one you dreaded. Luckily they seemed more interested in whatever asinine conversation they were having than you at the moment, so you quickly set the mugs or glasses down and start to turn away.
"Heeeey there she ish!" the idiot slurred, blowing a kiss at you and beckoning you closer, "C'MON doll gimme a chance I shwear you'll love it!"
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you no, but NO," you snap firmly, gripping your tray, "Last chance. Back. Off."
The mood suddenly shifts in his bloodshot eyes, turning oddly dark and deciding you've had enough, you whirl on your heel and turn your back, reconsidering Vander's offer-
When the man abruptly lurches forward, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you backwards so you end up losing your balance, dropping your tray and fall right into his lap. You gasp out a string of curses, furious and indignant as you try to push him off but he holds you fast around your waist, and at this point even his companions are telling him to knock it off.
Still refusing to give up and now clearly feeling slighted, he whines angrily, "I dunno who thish dude is ya got but baby I can do better-" one hand slides up your side towards your chest.
The adrenaline and rage fully kick in and you throw your head backwards into his face, cracking against it and he shouts in pain, loosening his grip enough for you to break free, whereupon you leap away and whirl, swinging your fist right into his nose as onlookers cheer for you.
"Gyaaah!" he screeches, eyes scrunched shut yet still grabs for you, "Little bitch-!" but you spin away and take a quick step forward-
And right into Vander's arms.
He had seen most of what happened, your initial shout grabbing his attention. Instantly his hands curled into white-knuckled fists, cold fury boiling in his gut.
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