#vander smut

[angelltheninth]

Vander and Silco Get Baby Fever After Seeing Felicia Have Kids

Pairing: Vander, Silco x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, creampie, size difference, breeding kink, mentioned future pregnancy, on the bar, desk sex

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A/N: I saw them in that flashback and haven't had time to get them out of my mind sense. They were all so hot, we lost so much!

Vander was usually careful when having sex, at least when it came to pulling out on time

Lately he's been actively pushing you against his cock to make sure his cum goes inside you, not out

Will put you in a headlock while he breeds you

If he notices you teasing him through the day he will wipe the bar down at the end of the night and fuck you on top of it, not even caring to carry you to the bedroom

Already has a list of names in his head

Uses his fingers to push his cum back into your pussy while holding you up with his other hand, those fingers dancing along your spine

Gets pussydrunk very easily when you say how much you want him to make you pregnant, how good of a dad you know he'll be

Could go all night if he thinks it would increase the chances of your pregnancy

Raises your ass when he fucks you from behind, his strong thighs smacking against your cheeks hard, the bed protesting under you both

Eats his cum from your pussy if it leaks out, at least then it won't fully go to waste

Silco never thought he'd want to become a dad but now it's all he can think about, all day, every day

Cockwarming was always one of his favorite things, one of the best ways to pass the time while he works but now there's an added bonus to it of him keeping your pussy nice and full

Bends you over the desk almost immediately after you enter his office and actually enjoys seeing his cum drip down your thighs

Has so much more cum to give you so it's no issue

Never masturbates, not until you get pregnant anyway, because he wants to make sure that as much of his seed ends up in your womb as possible

Knows that pregnancy will be hard, and raising the kid even harder, he is ready to be there every single step of the way, especially when all the hormones kick in

Folds you into a mating press, the slight curve of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy squeeze so hard you milk the cum right out of his balls

If he really gets into it it's debatable if he would stop fucking you if someone were to walk in

Every time he imagines how beautiful you'd look pregnant his cock stirs in his pants, it's a problem if he's at work during that time

When he's balls deep inside of you he gets very talkative and starts brainstorming names and things that you'll need to buy for the baby

[conretewings]

Happy Halloween my thirsty friends 🧡 Here's a little treat for all the Vander fans out there because we deserve some delicious, filthy spicy smut. You've been warned.

The night outside is bustling, noisy, muffled by glass and old walls, while inside it's more quiet, save for the huffs and low groans emanating from a shielded corner booth...

He's sprawled on the bench, one hand gripping the seat back and the other on your head, thick fingers tangled in your hair as your lips are wrapped around his considerably thicker cock.

He hisses in a breath, "That's it darlin', that's good-so good-"

You would have responded more were your mouth not currently occupied, but you manage a long moan, the vibrations only serving to draw a string of stuttered curses from him.

Releasing him with a sinfully audible pop, your tongue weaves a trail from the bottom of his shaft to the top, your eyes not leaving his dangerously lust-darkened ones even as you suck teasingly on the tip. He growls, tightening his grip on your hair in the way he knows you enjoy and jerks his hips just enough to bury himself in your warm mouth again.

"Good girl..." he breaths, "Keep goin' and I'll return the favor..."

@vander-affectionate @barbersjoy @immortalbumblebee @catgoblinchelly @band--psycho

[xoxo-honeyy]

wake-up call

^ he's such a scrumptious dilf, jus' wanna eat him up

summary: you wake up to strange noises coming from the bathroom and decide to go investigate. when you open the door, you find vander in a very compromising position...

warnings: afab reader, unprotected vaginal sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), cuddle fucking, dom!vander, sub!reader, tried very hard not to describe readers looks (implied chubby reader? kind of), somewhat of a size kink? (blink and you'll miss), male masturbation, use of pet names (princess, love), cockwarming, barely proofread, reader walks vander like a dog, smut that ends in fluff. reader is a stressed out mama, porn with little plot, please let me know if I've missed anything!

author's note: so i wanted to write a somno fic with vander but i didn't really know how to go about it so here's this mess that i don't know what to do with! this is also crossposted on ao3 at xoxo_honey!

wc: 1.6k

It had been a long day at work. Fights needed to be broken up, various repairs had to be made, and one of the beer taps broke which made business go a lot slower than usual. All of this caused Vander to come home a lot later than he usually did which put him in a bad mood.

All day while he was at work, Vander couldn't stop thinking about you. your soft touch. The way your plush body slotted perfectly against his. How you curled up against him this morning when he tried to get out of bed. the way your tight cunt wrapped around his cock so perfectly the night before, drowning him in orgasmic bliss. And all day he was trying desperately to force those thoughts away to avoid any awkward boner situations with his customers. but, towards the end of the night, his nasty thoughts came back in full force and flooded his head with a lust-filled haze. 

So when he got home, Vander already had two strikes against him. He was grumpy and sporting a half-hard cock. 

He unlocked the front door and closed it behind him. He quietly crept past the kids' room and made his way into your shared bed where you were snoring softly. 

Today hasn't been much better for you either. It was your day off of work so you decided to take the kids around the undercity and entertain them with the various light shows and firework displays. What a terrible idea. Not only were all of the children extremely giddy to spend the day with you, but they also made pancakes loaded with sugar and syrup to get them extra hyper. 

So, your day consisted of carting four restless, sugar-high kids around the Undercity, but you were also running on little to no sleep thanks to Vander and his outrageous libido.

When it was time to get back to your dingy little apartment, the five of you were exhausted and decided to go to bed early. 

Unlucky for you, a horny and cranky Vander had just laid down right next to you. The neon lights shone in through the moth-eaten curtains of your bedroom and cast a dim glow over your sleeping form, outlining the plump curve of your breasts and highlighting the gorgeous planes of your face. Which really wasn't helping Vanders...situation at all.

Deciding that he needed to relieve himself before getting a good night's sleep, Vander moved to get back up from the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the bathroom. 

It had been a while since he needed to jerk off. Trying to remember how exactly he used to do it before you came along, his mind started to wander to different pictures of you. Vander could only remember your lips wrapped around the base of his cock while his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat making you gag and moan around him.

Fuck.

The soft clinking of his belt becoming undone filled the muggy air of the cramped bathroom. Vander moved his pants and boxer down so they hung low on his waist, exposing just enough so his girthy dick was able to spring free from its confines. 

He spit on the palm of his large hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly moving it up and down. The rough calluses on his palm only served as a reminder of your soft one stroking his cock, finding different ways to tease him and make him cum. he moved his hand back up his penis and made contact with his leaking tip. His thumb moved back and forth over the slit and more pre-cum spilled down his length.

No longer able to control the noises coming out of his mouth, Vander bit down on a wad of his shirt. But this only helped stifle the sounds to a certain extent.

Down the hall in your bedroom, you were awakened out of your stupor because of strange noises coming from the bathroom. worried that one of the kids was sick, or god forbid, there was an intruder in the house, you decided to get out of bed and go investigate.

As you made your way down the hall, the noises became clearer and they were similar to the noises you heard during previous nights. You immediately knew who was in the bathroom.

You opened the door and found Vander hunched over with his hard cock in his fist, with his balled-up shirt in his mouth. 

Now Vander had three strikes against him. He got caught and was still horny, but his bad mood lessened upon seeing your beautiful face. 

Immediately Vander moved to pull his pants up while fumbling over his words trying to come up with an adequate explanation as to what exactly he was doing. 

You quickly cut him off, "What are you doing?" a slight smirk played at your lips. You knew exactly what he was doing.

"M sorry princess, didn't mean to wake you." He avoided the question.

Stepping closer to him you responded in a soft, sultry, whisper, "That's not what I asked."

Stopping his actions, you took his erect tip into your hands and started stroking him. Repeating the same motions he was doing just moments before. He immediately let out a guttural moan and you stopped your teasing movements. 

You turned your back to him and walked out of the bathroom knowing full well he was hot on your trail. 

The two of you made it into your bed and laid down, but Vander was confused, "What are you doing love?" 

Not responding, you simply pulled down your cotton pajama shorts along with your thin panties with a noticeable damp spot in the center and rolled over so your back was pressed up against his broad chest.

"'M tired Vander." You explained, "Don't feel like doing anything." 

But there was an underlying message that Vander had not yet caught onto.

You gave him a moment to think, and when his eyes brightened, you knew he had figured it out. 

Slowly, Vander moved impossibly closer to you and moved two of his thick fingers to your heat. the digits moved at a tantalizing pace, up and down your folds to work you up for his girthy cock. Your slick was dripping around his fingers and when he pushed one in, it came out soaking.

Letting out a whimper, you started to rut your hips against his hands in hopes to relieve the ache in your core. 

Vander only chuckled and whispered, "All you gotta do is ask princess. I don't know what you want if you don't tell me."

Broken words tumbled from your lips, "Please, wan' your cock."

"Where do you want it? your mouth?" He responded knowing full well exactly where you wanted it.

You couldn't wait anymore, "Want it 'n my pussy."

Deciding that you had enough, Vander finally gave you what you wanted. He slipped his hefty dick into your tight, wet heat. Each time you had sex, it took you a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him because he was just so big. the two of you sighed a breath of relief, hours of wanting and lust-filled brains had rendered you both into horny teenagers. Vander's large arms wrapped around your waist so he was holding you firm into his body. The embrace pouring love and protectiveness through your very being.

After you had gotten re-used to his impressive girth, Vander started to lightly thrust in and out of your core. His movements were more akin to grinding than thrusting but he was too tired to fully complete his movements. His hand moved down to your red, needy clit and started rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves. 

As a small form of punishment, Vander lightly slapped your swollen clit a number of times until tears formed in your eyes. stopping the harsh movement, he started gently tugging at your button until breathy moans fell from your lips. 

The added movement of his fingers combined with his dick repeatedly hitting your cervix, you felt your stomach clenching and your thighs shaking, a sign of your impending orgasm. Letting out a series of high-pitched moans you shoved your face into the pillow and bit down on it. 

Vander's hips faltered and the hand that was tugging at your clit started lightly quivering. He was also close. revived with newfound energy to finish the two of you off, Vander's thrusts became more powerful. The sound of skin slapping reverberated around the room.

Suddenly your mind went blank, the only feeling you were capable of discerning was pleasure as your orgasm rolled over you and took over your entire nervous system.

Sensing that Vander was at the precipice of his imminent orgasm, you decided to help him out by meeting his harsh thrusts by grinding your hips back onto his, overstimulation be damned.

It was all too much for him. The clenching of your cunt, the way you wrapped so perfectly around his cock, the feeling of your soft body safe in his arms. His seed spilled into you filling you up with warm, gooey liquid, the familiar sensation was oddly comforting. 

You removed the pillow case from your teeth and took in lungfuls of the cool night air. Vander massaged your waist and hips to get rid of any potential bruising and whispered into your sweaty skin, "Maybe I should wake you up like that more often."

Laughter bubbled up your throat and reached Vander's ears.

"M extra tired now." You sighed, thinking of all the things you had to get done in the morning.

Vander, already knowing the amount of work you had piled on your desk suggested, "Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? The six of us could have a spa day or something?"

Leaning your head against his sweaty chest you closed your eyes and smiled, "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

hope you guys liked this, i had sm fun writing it! this is also cross-posted on ao3 at xoxo_honey, the link is in my pinned post!

[silcoitus]

Kinktober Days 15-16: A Rare Gift

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

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Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI 

Day 15: Hair Pulling // Glory Hole // Teasing Day 16: Nipple Play // Cock Worship // Lactation 

Additional tags: Silco/Vander, Young Silco, Young Vander, Vander is unnamed but heavily implied, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Pre-Canon

Word count: 1.8k

Beta Readers: @juniper-sunny @medic-simp

Silco's lips pull into a sneer, his nose twitching as he looks down, eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and disgust. Looking around the rest of the bathroom stall, the walls more black than white with the amount of graffiti drawn on the surfaces, Silco rolls his eyes. 

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[htchnr]

in light of act 2 of s2 of Arcane, i'm here to remind people that i do in fact still take Vander requests!

happy, angst, smut or whatever — they're open!

(i need to heal from act 2 and the F E E L S so PLSS send some happy/smutty requests 🥲💔)

[vander-affectionate]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 as he works to undo and get off his belt buckle. He holds your gaze, nodding to himself as he tugs his belt off with one hand and hikes your pajama pants up your thighs to stroke up your slick sex and thumb over where you're most sensitive. His eyes dare you to reach and get in his way as he rubs over you gently before burying his fingers into you, watching as your face tightens in tandem with your fluttering walls. He grins mercilessly when your hips buck and your head falls backward and his brows raise. "Are you giving in already, sweetheart?" His fingers easily stroke the spongey spot inside you before his palm becomes close to being flush with you. He stares down at the way you're slicking up his fingers and he gets lost in it to where his mouth falls open and you can visibly see him twitch in his slacks. He catches your ankle before you get close enough to tease him and the hungry look in his eyes is back. His fingers fuck you at an unrelenting pace and he pulls his pants down all the while. "Watch yourself, hon. You can be my baby or my toy, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇.’’

[band--psycho]

Vander x Reader - Baby It's Cold Outside

Sorry I didn't post anything yesterday!

This stroy was requested by the lovely @barbersjoy for my Christmas Writing Challnege!

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Warning-Smut (18+)

Prompt - Baby it's cold outside

“I should probably be getting home,” Y/n began; earning the joy in Vanders' eyes to diminish slightly as some loud protests from Powder, Vi, Milo and Claggor. 

She didn’t want to go, but it was late and Y/n didn’t want to outstay her visit, she’d only come to drop off some presents for them all and then she was going to leave, that had been at least three hours ago. 

She also knew that the blizzard outside wasn’t getting any better, even in the warmth of Vanders home there was still a noticeable chill. 

“I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Y/n soothed as the four children bombarded her with hugs. 

As she said her goodbyes to the children, Vander went upstairs to unlock the front door, shivering slightly when he opened it. 

“Baby it’s cold outside,” he stated softly as Y/n walked over to him. And it was, it was freezing. However the heat that was forming on her cheeks almost took away the harshness of the chill. 

Her house wasn’t too far away but walking anywhere in this weather was going to be nothing of a very cold nightmare. 

“Y’know you don’t have to go?” Vander stated as he lifted his hand to her cheek, making her heart swell as her eyes met his. 

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,”

Her response earned a small chuckle from Vanders lips, “You’re part of this family, darl’, you could never do that,” he replied, moving his hand from her cheek to her waist, giving it a soft squeeze. There'd always been something between Y/n and Vander, an unspoken love. In fact, it was only recently that the two of them actually admitted their feelings to one another. 

So even though they’d known each other for years, all of these little actions and the sweet nicknames he’d given her still felt surreal. 

“So will you stay?” Vander asked, quietly, trying to hide how much he wanted her to stay the night, he didn’t want to pressure her to stay if she didn’t want to. 

“Of course I will,” she answered back, a shy smile forming on her lips as he pulled her softly into his embrace.

A few seconds later, cheers from the four children echoed from the stairs, making both Y/n and Vander chuckle as they headed back downstairs. 

~~~~~

It was safe to say that they were both feeling a bit more than a little tired seeing as none of the children wanted to go to sleep. Powder wanted to stay up and create some more inventions 

About an hour (and multiple stories read by both Y/n and Vander) later  all four of the children fell asleep. 

But now both Y/n and Vander were snuggled up in his bed. Vander had given Y/n one of his spare T-shirts to wear during the night; he was a lot bigger than her, especially in height, so his T-shirt  was practically a nightie on Y/n; not that she was complaining a single bit. She loved it.

Vander had also made sure to put an ample amount of blankets on the bed as well as the duvet so that she wouldn’t be cold during the night. 

But what was giving Y/n the most warmth was not the blankets nor the duvet, it was Vander. The man was practically a human furnace; and being wrapped in his arms and lying on his chest kept her nice and safe from the chill in the room. 

“You okay there baby,” Vander muttered, as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. 

“Mhm,” Y/n sleepily replied; as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck; leaving soft kisses along Vanders neck as she did so. 

A very quiet, almost inaudible, low moan slipped past Vanders lips as her lips continued their gentle attack on his neck. 

“Darl,'' he warned softly, his hands slowly beginning to roam over the side of Y/n's body, but she didn’t acknowledge Vanders warning. Instead the next time she placed her lips against his neck, she didn’t leave a kiss like she had previously; no this time she lightly sucked on the skin, causing another low moan to leave Vander lips. 

A triumphant smirk tugged at Y/n's lips as she looked down at Vanders neck to see multiple little red marks; though she did not get much time to admire her work before Vander had flipped her onto her back.

“My turn,” he whispered huskily, shoving the blankets and duvets that once surrounded them both, before grabbing the top of the T-shirt and pulling it down slightly to expose the top of her chest, before copying exactly what she had done to him. 

Earning exactly the same response. 

“Fuck,” Y/n sighed, her hips bucking into the air.

“Easy, baby,” Vander soothed, placing a hand on her hips, his strength holding them down almost effortlessly.

“I promise I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, earning no response from Y/n other than a desperate moan. 

Vander didn’t want this moment to be over. He wanted to savor every single second of it. 

All those years of wanting; and now here they were. 

Together. 

Doing things they’d both only ever dreamt of. 

He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to tease her relentlessly, until all she could do was beg for him to touch her. And when he did; it would be almost as torturous as the teasing. Starting off slowly, before increasing speed only to slow right back down again when he knew she was close and do it all over again.

And she wanted him to do all of it

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[k1nky-fool]

Least Sane Moments

Part 5/7

Masterlist

Vander x OC: Minute

Pairing: M/F

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: NSFW in this chapter, more elaboration on the human trafficking bad guys, and Mita causes problems on purpose.

-Vander- 

She was handling the healing process quite well all things considered. The first week went by, and there was rarely any moment that Vander had gone to check on her and she wasn't unconscious. But as soon as week two came by, it was clear that Mita was struggling to maintain her sanity through sleep. And struggling even more to survive being awake. It really shouldn't have surprised him to see her hobbling downstairs halfway through week three.

"What the hell are you doing up?" 

Mita sat down at the bar in front of him. "Vander, please don't try to justify me being sober right now because I will just kill you." 

He let out a long sigh, but still reached for the same bottle she enjoyed the last time she sat there. As soon as he slid the glass to her, someone by the door made their way out with haste. 

Vander noticed it just after Mita did, and definitely knew what it meant. "You need to get back upstairs." 

Mita grabbed his wrist to hold him still, keeping him from going to guard the door from who they both knew was about to walk in. She finished the first drink off in one swallow, and only coughed on it a little. "I need you to give me a shot of straight absinthe." 

"Wha-" 

"Trust me." She said, taking a vial out of the wrapping on her leg. 

If there was one thing that Vander did have, it was trust in her. He watched as she carefully put two drops of her poison in the shot he gave her. 

"You realize you've probably just made the most toxic thing that's ever sat at this counter?" 

Mita didn't give him much to go on other than "I hope so." 

The five eyed creature stepped onto the floor, immediately finding Mita at the bar with her back to him. Several people of varying strengths stood, ready to either fight him, or run. They looked to Vander to see what he had to say about it. 

He shook his head to them, and a few of them sat down. Some still waited for something to go awry. 

The creature stepped forward, stopping in the middle of the bar floor. "How dare you abandon your eyes." 

Mita groaned, rolling her eyes and turning to him. "You didn't make it fucking easy, that's for sure." She walked up to him, taking slow steps with her shot in hand. "You knew I had no eyes, and you still had the audacity not to meet me face to face." 

Whatever this was, there were apparently rules to being a creature. Mita wasn't afraid to stand only a foot away from him. Whether she felt protected by Vander or some rule of the creatures, he didn't know. It wasn't like she looked weaker. Mita was barely an inch shorter than the man in front of her, and looked just as menacing in terms of physical strength. 

The other creature seemed to understand the rules, even if he wasn't happy about it. But Vander could see what she was doing. 

She was humiliating him. Mita had never shown her face to anyone but children, but this creater likely hadn't had his face seen since they were children. And yet, Mita was citing a rule that would force him to feel exposed and vulnerable in public sight of everyone.

He reached for the clasp on his chin, and all Vander noticed was his heart dropping as Mita tipped her head back and drank the shot.

The other creature took his helmet off and placed it on the table beside him. He looked nearly identical to Mita. Dark red hair, cropped close to his head and deep brown eyes and damn near the same face. Admittedly, he didn't have much time to decipher what else the two had in common. 

As soon as the other creature stared her down, Mita spat the liquid in her mouth at his face. He hissed and flinched backwards from the alcohol and poison in his eyes. Vander couldn't imagine either feeling very good. 

"I owe you a rematch, creature. I don't owe you my fear." Mita spat the remaining poison out. "You're lucky I didn't kill you in your sleep when I had the chance." 

It was a miracle that he didn't immediately attempt to stab her, or even throw a punch.  

"You didn't come here to kill me." Mita chuckled.

The creature's eyes were clearly still in pain, but he was taking it in stride. 

"All you need to know is that every day you spend here recovering, is another day you're failing them." He reached for the bag on his belt that he'd brought with him, and handed it to Mita. "I wonder how long they have, before they can't wait any longer for you." 

He took his mask and headed out quickly. 

Mita looked in the bag and whatever was in there looked like it burned her to see. He'd never seen her cry, and that would probably be the closest she'd get to showing it in front of everyone here. 

Mita went back to the bar and sat down with her head in her hands. "I'm useless here, Vander." 

"I'd still rather have you alive." He took the bag to see what this was really about. The bag felt full, but seeing into it, he also looked away like it had burned him. 

It was some poor individual's purple hair that had been tied into a braid and clearly cut off their head with some struggle. 

Vander made his way around the bar, and carefully placed a hand on Mita's shoulder. She flinched, but relaxed eventually. "It's not your fault this is happening." 

"But they still live with the consequences of my actions." 

"You say that like you're not still seriously injured." Vander retorted. "What was in that shot?"

"An extract from a poisonous plant I got from a garden keeper." She answered. "He's smart. He'll know that was more than just a shot, but I've bought myself some time. He'll be blind for about two weeks, but back on track soon after." 

Time was good, and he appreciated that she was thinking ahead. There wouldn't be much her opponent could do if their strongest fighter was blinded. "And what about your employer?" 

"She knows where to find me." 

Sure enough, two weeks later, a familiar face came walking into the Last Drop. She sat at the bar and waited patiently for what she needed. Vander knew she wouldn't outright ask for Mita to show herself, but she was definitely expecting to see her. 

"Vi, can you grab my pipe from my room?" He asked casually, but as she passed him, he discretely took the pipe from his coat and handed it to her. That would be more than enough to clue Vi in. 

She went upstairs and returned with the pipe more obviously in hand. After a bit, Mita was making her way down the stairs and sat at the bar. 

"I thought I said coming down here to drink couldn't be a regular thing." Vander playfully accused her, but he poured her a drink anyway. 

"I don't hear you complaining. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've got a crush on me." She chuckled. 

"Well good thing you know better." 

"That's a bold assumption on the power of my mind." The banter between them was comfortable and made it easier for Mita to settle in. Vander made himself scarce for them to conduct business without prying eyes or suspicious ears. At least until Mystique waved him over and his habit of staying out of suspicious business failed him. 

“What can I get you ladies?” 

Mystique gave Vander a coin for her usual drink. “She’s going to tell you anyway, so I might as well cut to the chase.” She said, “The other creature was out for a bit, but he's back in action now, but I take it that was your plan.” 

“Close enough to it.” Mita said, “I take it he was blinded.” 

“From what I hear, yes. He knows something’s brewing. However, regardless, my contact wants to strike while the iron’s hot.” She says, “While he’s still clueless, my contact is suggesting giving you something that could really help you.” 

“What kind of help?” Vander asks.

“The insider information kind. Unfortunately, It won’t come without some effort on your part.” Mystique explains. “One of you, my contact isn’t too picky, needs to meet them by the rail tracks on the Entrasol Layer tomorrow night. They’ll hand it over there if you’re alone.” 

Mita and Vander looked at each other like they planned to fight it out to see who would go meet the contact. Mita narrowed her eyes at him while she brought her drink to her lips.

"Before you two fight or fuck this out," Mita choked on her drink. "You're running out of time. I have reason to believe that the man in charge of employing this whole operation is a topside scientist, but your first order of business will be finding someone that can inform you from that side of the river." 

"I have some strings to pull." Mita coughed. 

"Will you be able to pull them before it's too late?" She asked. 

"I'll help." Vander suggested, but Mita eyed him again. 

"Thank you, Mystique. I won't fail you." Mita assured her. 

"And creature, if I should even continue to call you that," Mystique said, standing, "You have too kind of a face for this sort of work. Either keep the mask on or perhaps you should retire." 

Mita chuckled, holding her ribs to ease the pain a bit. "I was considering it. Maybe I've found my last bounty." 

Mystique looked back to Vander for a moment. "You thinking it's time to settle down?" 

"More of finding a defensible position." Mita replied, "I just hadn't found a position worth defending until now. Even then, it found me." 

Mita caught her attention once more before she started walking away. "By the way, my name is Minute." 

Mystique smiled, giving both of them a nod before walking away. 

When she was gone, Vander tried to realize exactly what Mita had said to her. Her last bounty? "Mita-" 

"We'll talk later." She stopped him, finishing the rest of her drink and heading back upstairs.

-Minute-

Waiting for Vander to close up shop did not take nearly long enough in anticipation of the conversation she knew would have to take place. 

She heard him come up the stairs before anything else, and when he opened the door to the bedroom, he wasted no time. “You’re not going to meet the contact.” 

Mita stood up slowly from her seat on the bed, wincing slightly. "I am well fucking aware of that." 

"You aren't in any condition to- wait, you are?" 

"Vander, the only thing stopping me from strangling you after making me walk down the stairs was the fact that my employer was sitting in front of you." 

He laughed at that. "Sorry, but I could exactly come up and carry you down to meet her." 

"You could have sent her to me." Mita suggested. 

"Yeah, sending a sex worker upstairs to have a 'private chat' with the injured and recovering woman in my bedroom is definitely not a look I want to show the entire undercity." 

"Point taken." She laughed softly. "Regardless, it is better that you meet with the informant. Five-eyed is back in the game, even if he's probably not watching the Drop, and I don't need to come face to face with anybody in my condition." 

"Then what did you want to talk about?" She can hear his curiosity getting the better of him. 

"I've… had time to think." Even now, the idea of even considering her future beyond her next meal is foreign. Still, as ill-fitting as it is, hoping for anything more than narrowly catching the means of survival in her fingers brings her some level of warmth that's only possible with Vander beside her. "I've been thinking about how I can stop being a creature and just let myself be Minute." 

She knows Vander can tell she's having trouble articulating all this to him now, but he's always been nothing but patient with her. He takes a step closer to her, sliding her hand into his in a heartfelt gesture of comfort. "So, what would that mean for you?" 

Her eyes remained fixated on their joined hands, but they both knew it was because Mita didn't have it in her to look him in the eye just yet. "I don't know if I can leave it knowing there's nobody to pick up where I left off. If I hang up the mask, what happens when there's another case? If I'm not there to help them, then who is?" 

"You want to train another creature?" He asks, confused and almost appalled. 

"Not the way I was." Mita clarifies. "I want to train them to fight like I do, but more importantly, I want them to value protecting those who can't protect themselves. Not to fight for whoever gives the heavier payment, or kill whoever doesn't fear them." 

"And who would this apprentice be?" He asks. 

"Anybody that can, but more importantly, someone that just wants to." She answered. "I wasn't given that choice. Whoever takes up my mantle should have chosen it, not been chosen." 

"And after you find them? What happens to you?" He asked. 

Mita had so much to say, but not nearly enough words to explain to him what she wanted. "I make a life. One that I can be proud to live." There was so much more, but she knew more would only have meaning if she could bring herself to look at him. 

Like every other time since meeting him, Vander is there to fill the void that her courage has left empty. His strong hand brings her chin up to look up at his face. All at once, she feels his warmth spread through her chest. "I make a life with someone I-" if she's ever going to say, it has to be now. "I trust you, Vander." 

Vander’s hand slid behind her head and brought her lips to his. He’s always treated her softly, but his kiss told her everything he was feeling in light of her confession. Vander knows how vulnerable she’s making herself, her reward is open arms and reverent affection. Arms hold her close and steady; Mita’s hand on his chest can feel his heart racing like he’s been chasing her for months. Maybe he has, but she can’t help but be more than ecstatic that he’s finally caught her. The blissful sensation of his mouth on hers and being securely held in his arms makes Mita wonder why she ever wanted to run from this in the first place. 

They separate to breathe, and Vander stops her from continuing as she wants to. “Vander?” 

His shaky exhale sends a shiver down her spine. “Mita, please don’t push me further when I know I can’t have you tonight.” 

She can’t help but smile at what she knows she’s about to do to him. “I know I certainly didn’t tell you that.” 

“Mita.” He growls out, warning her to tread lightly. “In your condition-”

“So I’m in good enough condition to narrowly escape falling down the stairs, but not good enough to have sex with?” She teased the hairs on the nape of his neck, feeling Vander shiver under her touch. “Sounds like a double standard to me, Vander.” 

Her memory went back to that first night they spoke over drinks. It had been remarkably easy to entice him into acting out of spite, but she knew Vander had proven his resolve was made of steel when it truly needed to be. And yet, Mita was eating it away like a corrosive acid.

“If I hurt you, I don’t think either of us would be happy with it.” He reasons. 

Mita moves her thigh between his legs, but his tightening grip on her arm and head make her stop. “Do you want to, Vander?” 

“Fucking hell, woman, yes.” 

“Then I’m trusting you to take it a little easy on me.” Mita couldn’t help but smirk. “But not too easy, now.” 

Vander broke almost instantly, kissing her like he intended to suffocate her and she welcomed it. Big hands surrounded Mita and lifted to lay her down gently on the bed. She was more than aware that she was in no condition to wrestle him under her, but even then, Mita didn’t want to do anything but surrender herself to his care. She’ll get her chance to care for him, but tonight she was willing to accept Vander’s whims. 

Hot, open mouth kisses trailed down her jaw and settled on her neck as he pulled down her high collar to leave marks along the column of her throat. “You’re a bloody menace, you know that?” 

“I’d be happy to get away with it.” 

“I don’t fucking think so.” 

Mita can't remember the last time she giggled at something, or if she ever truly felt so happy about something that it was even possible. It was an absolute giddy feeling, having Vander tease and touch like he thought he'd never get the chance again. 

She managed to get his shirt off him before he could take anything off her. Mita selfishly ran her hands over his exposed skin, and eventually threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled gently, earning a soft groan from Vander that vibrated in her chest. 

His hands slid under her shirt, but were delicate enough not to hurt her or tear the fabric. 

"I do believe I said not to take it too easy on me, Vander." She teased. 

"I don't wanna hurt you." He repeated. 

"You won't." Mita eased the furrow of his brow with her thumb. "Let me handle telling you what'll hurt." 

Permission to trust her was like a fire in him. Vander spent no time exposing the rest of her and immediately pushing his tongue through her throbbing folds. Mita didn't even recognize the sound that came out of her. All she could figure out was that her hands had been completely buried in Vander's hair, and every pull made him growl which only made her weak.

A soft suck on her clit made her flinch, but Vander held her hips down so she wouldn't move too much. Whether it was for the sake of her mending injuries, or if he just wanted her to stay still for him, she didn't know and she couldn't find it in her to care while the coil in her abdomen snapped. 

Vander, ever the gentleman, fucked her through her release and brought her to a slow stop. Mita could hardly catch her breath, much less think straight after that. "That was sweet, darling, but I'm not done with you yet." 

"Fuck, I hope not." It was all Mita could afford to get out, and it was enough for Vander. 

Mita knew she wasn't a small woman, yet Vander's hands on her thighs, spreading her legs further to accommodate him definitely made her rethink her personal image. She'd never expected to feel delicate or precious in someone's hands, but she could add that to the list of firsts with Vander. 

He gave some sort of warning, but it was entirely Mita's fault she didn't process it very fast, being far too caught up in the gentle kisses and bites at her throat and chest. Vander was more than well endowed, and Mita should have been ready. Even as strong as she was, nothing could have really prepared her for the size of him. 

He gives her a moment once he's bottomed out. Half to catch his breath, the other half to let Mita get used to it.

"Are you alright, love?" 

Mita chortled. "Close enough." 

"That's my girl."

Mita cried out as Vander thrust into her. She hadn't even realized she'd been scratching at his back and shoulders until he was slowing down to gather her wrists and pin them above her head to the pillow. "Mita, you know I love your vicious side, but only one of us can afford to be recovering right now." 

Mita relaxed under him at his command, and he chuckled. "Good girl." 

She moaned in return, unable to think of anything easy enough to form into words. Vander kept pounding into her until the same tightening in her stomach was coming undone under him again. 

"Fuck Mita, where-" 

"Inside." 

Almost on command, Vander came inside her. "Fucking hell, woman. Give a man warning before you say something like that."

"You asked." 

Vander pulled out and collapsed beside her. "You near about killed me there." 

Mita laughed, but between her ribs and her new soreness, she couldn't tell which was hurting more. "I'll keep that in mind for later." 

"I'll say. Don't think I didn't notice how you took to being called good girl." 

"I don't believe I know what you're talking about." Mita turned away, but Vander was close behind her with a strong arm surrounding her and pulling her to his chest. 

"I suppose I could just keep it in mind for later." He mimicked her, getting a small chortle from her. 

"I'm too tired to argue. We can call it even." 

"Fair enough." 

-X-

The morning was a mix of several different feelings. Aching in her ribs, but not worse than it had been the day before, a different kind of soreness that made Mita sure she wouldn't be getting up any time soon, and a nearly overwhelming embrace that made her even more sure she wouldn't be moving any time soon. 

Vander was not physically weak at all, and was easily proven last night. However, his strength, even in his sleep, was definitely more than Mita could disarm in her current condition. When she tried to move, his arm pulled her back tighter against his front. 

"Vander, what time is it?" 

He woke up just enough to look over at the clock where he cursed under his breath. "Kids will be up soon." 

"Don't you have to start prep for opening?"

"I own the place I can prep and open whenever the fuck I want." He said, "And I wasn't going to open today at all. Too much going on for Chuck to handle on his own."

"You wouldn't trust me?" Mita teased, earning a warm laugh from him. 

"I'll trust you with my life and my children's lives, but letting you lay a hand on my bar is a long way down in this relationship." 

"Fair enough, but I'll break you down eventually." 

"Can't wait to see it." Vander left a kiss on her shoulder and rolled off the bed, giving Mita the clear view of the state of his shoulders and back. Anybody else might have said he looked like he'd been attacked by a wild animal. 

"I think the kids should stay here today." Mita said. 

Vander only thought about it for a moment before agreeing. "I'll tell them to stick to the Drop today, but we'll be lucky if they even manage to stay in the Lanes." 

"I can probably keep them busy." 

"You need to be getting rest. At least for a few more hours, and Claggor will be up in only a few minutes." He pointed out. 

"I can get up and function." Mita defended, but when she tried to get up, all of her muscles and bones agreed that wasn't gonna happen. "... Alright, I'll stay in bed until I can move." 

Vander smiled and left to make sure the kids were all set. Mita didn't remember falling asleep again, but waking up well into the afternoon was something she was not used to, but could very happily indulge in again. 

What she didn't enjoy was waking up to her swords being absent from the sidetable. The door was slightly ajar, and she only had a slight guess as to who her suspect was. 

Mita dressed herself with minimal pain and made her way downstairs to find all the kids watching Mylo swing the swords like they'd seen Mita do before. His form was fairly good for only mimicking what he's seen, even if he got the wrong idea. His movements were clunky, but he was taking it slow the same way she might teach it to someone welding them for the first time. He swung more like a club rather than the fluid movement the hook swords demanded. 

"Mylo-" Claggor tried to warn him that she had caught them, but Mylo had already frozen as soon as he spotted her. 

The room went silent as they waited for what they expected to be a long berating from a scary woman they barely knew. 

"I'm sorry…" Mylo's eyes dropped to the floor and he held the swords out for her to take back. "I was gonna put them back, I just wanted to try them." 

"There's hooks on the end for a reason." Mita said. "Your movements should be fluid like you're pushing and pulling the force your enemy is already using. The swords should never feel heavy in your hands; try again, but swing them together this time like they're equal parts of one single blade." 

Mylo looked up at Mita like he wasn't sure she meant what she said. She only nodded to assure him, and he attempted the swing again. The weight made them swing faster, but it was more controlled. 

"Try using the sword to pull me off balance. I'm going to throw a punch, and I want you to hook my wrist and pull." Mita instructed and Mylo nodded. 

The punch went much slower than usual, but Mylo had a fast reflex. His steps to get out of the way were rushed, but the force of the pull along with her already forward momentum, slammed her into one of the wood pillars. 

Mylo looked a little panicked that he'd hurt her, but Mita shrugged it off. "You're a natural, Mylo."

"Can you teach me too!?" Powder piped up, making Mita laugh just a bit. 

"We can try it, but I don't know how many more hits I can take." Mylo handed the swords to Mita and she placed them in Powder's hands. "Remember what I told Mylo about fluid movements?" 

"Ummm…" her lack of answer was enough. 

"Imagine the two swords are only one. When you swing, you want them to agree with each other." Mita explained, standing behind Powder and helping her hold up the swords that were a little too front heavy for her little arms. 

"How do they disagree with each other?" Powder asked. 

"You're looking for a weight where the swords do the work for you. If you swing them independently," Mita moved Powder's arm from the handle of the blades like the sword had to stay straight with her arm. "The swords feel heavier than if you swing them together." 

"But I saw you." Powder said, "I saw that you made them go opposite when you were fighting before." 

Mita knew what she meant, but the principle was still the same. She moved the swords how Powder described; one up and one down, then one left and the other right. "It's the same. They can move on their own, but they're never alone. They can move together, or mirror each other. Sometimes you can hold one still and swing the other, but notice how they never feel like two swords." Mita explained. 

Powder nodded like she was getting it, but Mita knew the one really listening was Mylo. Both Mylo and Powder followed along as Mita taught them some of the basics. Vi and Claggor were offered a try, but they stated they were happy watching. The lessons continued into the night until the door in the back of the bar rattled and opened.

"I need to talk to Vander for a bit. How about we pick this up tomorrow morning?" Mita suggested, and the kids seemed to know that it meant they needed to get lost. Vander came forward with a worried look on his face. "What do we have?" 

"Turns out, when Mystique says inside information, she means a whole insider." Vander said, moving out of the way to let a very shaken girl step onto the abandoned bar floor. 

The first thing Minute noticed was the color of her hair. It was a dark purple that matched the hair the creature gave her. Her hair was also chopped up and uneven like it had been cut crudely by a single blade. Green eyes wandered around to assess her surroundings, but always went back to the ground like she was certain she'd be hurt if she didn't do as she was told. 

Mita took a couple chairs down from the table and set one down for her. "Sit, little one, you're safe here." 

The girl glanced up at Mita, but her eyes dropped back down to the floor. She cautiously took the seat, but the tension in her made Mita sure that one sudden move would cause her to dart for cover. 

"My name is Minute, and I'm sure Vander already introduced himself. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to." Mita sat down across from her slowly, and she did her best to appear unthreatening, which was a lot easier without the mask. "Do you need anything? Vander and I could get it for you." 

"Water." Her voice was weak and gravelly, probably on account of dehydration. 

Vander heard her and got to work. He poured the water in clear sight of her. While he was at it, he grabbed her a spare blanket and dropped it around her shoulders. He was right to assume she might not like being touched right about now. They had no idea what she was coming from. He set the glass down on the table next to them, and the girl grabbed it slowly. 

She couldn't have been much older than sixteen. She was built like most undercity girls her age, having been free running the buildings since she was little. Her skin was fairly dirty, but Mita could tell her skin was supposed to be a warm, light, brown, not the ashy gray that must have accumulated wherever she'd been kept. 

"I've been hired to take down whatever operation was keeping you." Mita explained. "My job is to make sure they never touch anybody ever again, in every way I deem necessary. In order to do that, I need to know a few things about them." 

She just sipped her water and kept her eyes on the floor. 

"However, I'm not going to make you do or say anything for me. You should get some rest here tonight. If you want to leave, then you may. If you need help leaving, I'll give it. If you want to help me, then I appreciate it." Mita offered. "But we don't need to worry about that until morning." 

"I'll set up the couch upstairs for you. It's just outside our room if you need anything." Vander said, leaving the two of them alone. 

"Are you injured at all?" Mita asked, but the girl shook her head. 

"Who's that?" A tiny voice from the hall startled her, but Mita gestured for protection. 

"She may be staying for a bit, Powder." Mita said, "For now, we should give her some space." 

"I umm…" the girl spoke up with a slightly stronger voice than before. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep." 

Powder gasped and scurried off back downstairs. While Vander let them know her bed was ready. Mita helped her up to hopefully make sure she wouldn't stumble down the stairs. 

A tiny knock on the door brought their attention to Powder, who had her arms full of books that she'd found laying around. Most weren't in the best condition, but all were readable. The girl looked at the pile of books set on the coffee table with peaked interest. 

"If you can't sleep, then you can always read." Powder offered. "I like the ones about mechanics, but you look like you might like the ones about stars more." 

The girl picked up one of the books titled Mapping Celestial Bodies and Configurations: Volume VII. It was the only volume they had, but she looked at least a little comforted by the gesture. 

"T-Thank you, Powder. I think I can get through the night now." The girl smiled for the first time since she'd gotten here, possibly a while before that too. 

"Always happy to help!" Powder grinned and made her way back downstairs. 

"Will you be alright out here?" Vander asked her. 

The girl nodded shyly. "Thank you. Both of you for at least getting me this far." 

"We'll get you farther tomorrow morning." Mita said, "For now, get as much rest as you can." 

Mita took a deep breath as they closed the door between the rooms. "I was just as surprised as you." Vander said. "More surprised that Sevika was the contact. The girl says Sevika got her out of there alone." 

"Sevika?" Mita questioned. 

"Said something about people not being cargo. She was fine with taking their money until she realized they were keeping kids there." Vander explained. 

"What do they need the kids for?" Mita asked quietly so as not to disturb the girl next door. 

"Don't know. I imagine that's what she's supposed to tell us." 

Mita grumbled. "It's one thing to receive inside information, it's another to ask a child to relive their most traumatic experiences for the sake of winning a battle. She never asked to be on the front lines." 

"I'm glad you see it that way. Gods know how many people have seen her as anything more than a commodity." He said, "But if you're prepared to take no for an answer, then you have to be ready to find other means of getting information." 

"I'm not gonna worry about it until I actually get an answer from her. I want it to be entirely her choice what happens to her from here on."

[ironandglass]

Short and sweet Vander x female reader smut. Noncon & gun violence. If that ain’t your flavour, don’t eat it. ✌️

[sevikaskittygf]

nsfw sevika headcannons.

author's note - this is really short sorry but hi i'm making a comeback.

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- def into choking. she loves seeing you claw at her arm, loves seeing your eyes get all glassy eyed from how stupid she's making you on her cock.

- she loves marking, seeing bites she littered on your body from the night before gets her all hot and bothered. "who did that to you, bunny?" , she always asks you the next morning, thinking it's so cute how flustered you get.

- she can't get enough of manhandling, especially if you're on the heavier side. it's such an ego boost when she's able to pick you up and throw you around, hauling you into any position she'd like.

- face fucking is a must. she'll make you look at her while she grinds her clit up on your tongue, her juices spreading all over your face. or she'll force you to go all the way on her dick, sevika will swear up and down that she can feel the way throat constricts when she shoves her strap all the way down your throat, relishing in the way you gag, making some of the prettiest sounds she's ever been blessed to hear.

- show!sevika would probably be too afraid to do anything in public for the sake of your safety, but modern!sevika's favorite thing is to fuck you in the most public of places. fingering you on trains, eating you out in a resturant's bathroom stall, sometimes, she loves to use those long distance vibrators whenever you're out alone.

uhhh that's all i have sorry :3

[conretewings]

Don't imagine ducking into the Last Drop about closing time to find it quiet and peaceful for once, the old jukebox still going softly

The oddly inviting scent of old wood, with the faint traces of alcohol, age, and a metallic tinge pulls you further in

Don't imagine looking to see Vander sprawled in a booth, arms across the seat back, his pipe sending wisps of smoke skyward and heavy brow crooked curiously

He rests easily yet powerfully, his posture both vulnerable and intimidating, like a lion or wolf surveying his territory

Those gorgeous steel-blue eyes, the ones you secretly adore, study and entrap you and you find yourself temporarily frozen

"'Aven't seen ya around in a while, love. What brings ya in tonight?"

Don't imagine his voice like honeyed bourbon, deep and smooth but burning through you and sending sparks flying up your spine

You stutter out an apology for coming in so late and whirl to leave but-

"Ey! Where ya goin'? I'm still open, it's pourin' out, and 'sides, I could use the company."

You thank him, trying not to stare as he braces his hands on his knees to stand, the thick muscles of his arms on display

He goes around behind the bar to grab a bottle and two glasses, then returns to the booth, and to your surprise gestures for you to join him

Time passes easily, too quickly as you treasure this, chatting and sipping the liquor, some sort of high-quality stuff, the kind that goes right to your veins

Those veins that are now on fire with how he's gazing at you

When did you two move so close?

Don't imagine him casually putting an arm around you to pull you in fully

"It's gettin' chilly. Why don't ya come 'ere?"

Definitely don't imagine him giving you a devious grin, or reaching out to gently grasp your chin, his large thumb swiping your bottom lip

You feel like you'll burst into flame at this point and you've never wanted something more than the promise those eyes held

"Ya know...I've always liked ya. Was kinda hopin' we'd get a chance like this..."

Don't imagine resting your hand on his face, your heart hammering like a wild thing as you silently all but beg him to do it

Don't imagine his lips meeting yours, that flame roaring to life and you inhale sharply

He tastes faintly of bitter tobacco and the sweet liquor and you've never had something so wonderfully intoxicating

Don't imagine tangling your fingers in his thick, surprisingly soft hair, involuntarily letting out a soft groan as his tongue swipes across yours

He pulls back, cradling your jaw with one hand while the other grasps your thigh, a downright devilish grin on his slightly flushed face

And definitely don't imagine him murmuring, "Well then...now that we're on the same page, where this goes t'night is up to you, darlin'..."

@immortalbumblebee @archerofthemists @barbersjoy @band--psycho @vander-affectionate

[xoxo-honeyy]

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wake up call (smut, fluff)

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content warning smut ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ monster fucking ⋆ belly bulging ⋆ creampie ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ kinda of sweet sex(?) ⋆ yet also feral sex at the same time ⋆ sappy and cut off aftercare ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

pairing Warwick!Vander x F!reader.

summary requested by a lovely anon; could you write a smit fic where Warwick!Vander recognises reader? wordcount 1,1k.

authors note here to remind everyone that this is a safespace! any rude comments will be deleted and blocked. don't yuck other people's yum, and if you don't like it, don't read it! <3

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you don't know how this spiralled the way it did — your back being harshly pressed against the crappy sleeping bag you had dragged into the greenhouse when Viktor let Vander sleep there — his impossibly fat cock filling you up in a way that makes you feel like you're suffocating.

low animalistic grunts and growls sound from him as he hammers his heavy hips into yours, his pace not once faltering. your eyes roll back each time you catch a glance of the clear bulge in your stomach, as your fingers press down against it occasionally Vander lets out a rough snarl. his pace only quickens at the feeling.

" Vander-! slow- " you gasp, your nails digging into his thick and hairy biceps. your finger tips occasionally reach the metal, flinching at the somehow cold metal. " oh fuck! " you cry out as the bullying of your insides causes you to tip over into what you think must be your fourth orgasm by now.

Vander growls at the feeling of your tight, hot and wet walls spasming around him once again. finally, it was enough to tip him over the edge as well — his heavy hips stilling with a brutal final thrust and what could only be described as a roar as he spills his load into you. he buries his head against your chest and you gasp at the feeling, his thick cum leaking out in obscene amounts. you could feel your belly swell with each spurt.

you lay there, occasionally spasming beneath him as you both come down from your intense highs. all you can do is look up at the glass roof, your hands still firmly holding his thick biceps as you feel him take deep and heavy breaths.

" Vander? " you quietly call out, dragging your hand to hold the back of his head.

he lets out a sound, low and rough, akin to what you could only assume to be 'five more minutes' as he nuzzles his face impossibly closer into your chest. you let out a breathy laugh, combing your fingers through the thick fur atop his head. your eyes watch the small twitches from his long ears each time your gently brush against them, mesmerised by this intensely calm version of him.

" okay, you can have five more minutes. " you quietly respond, a tired smile on your lips. Vander lets out a pleased sound and a long exhale. " you better not fall asleep on me big guy, cause i need to get us cleaned up in a minute or two. " Vander makes a displeased sound — typical Vander. even before he was changed he'd love nothing more than to stay buried inside you for as long as he possibly could.

your heart clenches at the thought, and Vander can feel the sudden change in emotion. he grumbles, slowly lifting his heavy head off your chest to look at your face. he tilts his head, a clear 'is everything okay?'. you smile, smoothing your hand down to his cheek. " i'll be okay, now that i have you back again. " you whisper.

Vander's eyes close, a low, sad sound leaving him as he leans down to press his forehead against yours. you close your eyes too, nudging your nose against his much, much larger one.

life was going to be difficult for him to adjust to again, but you think everything will be alright again now that he's here with you.

authors note y'all..... that turned out way sweeter than i intended. i wanted to go crazy with the feral fucking, but honestly i just wanna hold Warwick!Vander and tell him everything will be alright... 😭🫠 act 2 of s2 F U C K E D me U P and i'm gonna slowly heal by writing these Vander fics 😭❤️‍🩹

[vander-affectionate]

Your work is amazing *chef's kiss*. Would love to see your take on the kids cockblocking reader and Vander.

Also if you're interested, maybe extend it? I can imagine there would be a steady few days of similar instances and Vander convinces Benzo to watch the kids. Finally letting reader and Vander get some alone time.

babe i don't know what happened but i'm not ashamed

as soon as the front door shut, vander crowded you against the wall of your bedroom amd you're forced to leave the laundry on the bed when you feel his lips, tracing warm lines up your neck and making your spine turn to jello when his fingers dig into your hips.

"we've got at least fifteen minutes," he groans against your cheek.

you brace your hand on the bed and the other latches onto his wrist to keep you from floating away as he sticks a few fingers against your panties and you start grinding against the digits with a whine.

you lean down, face first in the semi warm laundry and vander pulls aside the article and just barely shimmies down his pants enough to slip his throbbing cock into his hand. he nearly doubles over when you reach back to squeeze his balls and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when you wrap a hand around his to help pump himself.

he's not sure when his band of rugrats is coming back so he's got his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans and the other drawing tight circles on your clit as you thrash beneath him, barrelling towards a high he put you on because his gingers won't stop stroking your clit while he's pressing himself deep into you. he doesn't have a choice, bullying his way into your tight little hole and stretching your walls to a taut sting is inevitable if you both want to get off before the kids get back. your legs are shaking and neither of you are ready to move, but the spiking pleasure and pain from being too deep and nails digging into skin have to be resorted to if you both are going to get off before they're back.

your pants aren't even halfway down your thighs and you're mewling so prettily around his fingers, drooling and trying to meet vander's erratic thrusts, he's not sure when you'll get the chance again so he stuffs another finger in your mouth and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you back against him.

his arm pins you to his chest so his cock has a clear path up into you and his fingers have never stopped. you're tightening around him so good and he's thrusting up into you once, twice, and then hitting that spot that has you squealing and the slick sounds of him entering you over and over again. skin slapping against skin until you hear the front door open and vander's scooping you up, teeth digging into your neck to keep himself from groaning when he feels your ass snug against his balls.

"we forgot milo's picks." claggor yells, but vander's slamming yhe bathroom door shut behind it and locking it. he's turning on the shower, the sink, anything to keep the sounds of you're making muffled and he props his foot on the edge of the tub.

you're shaking. trembling so bad that his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips are the only reason you haven't collapsed against the floor.

"grab the counter." he pushes your front against it and he's sinking back into you as your fingers dig into the sides of the wood. "we're fucking coming, understand?"

the pace after that is brutal. his hips keep slamming against your ass and the flesh ripples from the force of his thrusts so much that your grip on the counter is faltering. you're moaning into the sink, probably louder than the running water, but your high is coming and vander isn't letting up as the kids search for the picks. your stomach is pulled taut and the pain from being pent up for so long is making tears prick at your eyes.

your nails dig into his hand when you reach back for his, words escape you as he tilts his hips and presses into that spongey spot. it makes your knees buckle and your elbow catches the counter to catch your front. vander leans over you, so much bigger than you with his chest against your back and his lips against your ear

"y'close?" his words are husky in your ear and he groans into your skin when you squeeze his cock from the sound of his voice, "i wanna see it. look at me when you come. hm? you want to let me see you?"

you nod dumbly, eyes rolling back into your head, you'll do anything to keep him inside of you. to keep him whispering in your ear while he fucks you stupid in his bathroom. you refocus when you feel his hand at the base of your throat, pushing against you until your hands are flat against the counter and your ass is pressed to his pelvis. you clench around him when you see your reflection in the mirror.

vander's chest and cheeks are flushed, he's shimmering with sweat and his hair dangles around his wolfish grin. there's a dangerous spark of mischief in those pretty grey eyes when they meet yours.

"be quiet when you cum for me."

[dissapointu]

Arcane characters with a reader (S/O) who helps them release pent-up energy

Jinx

Jinx paced back and forth, eyes wild, her hands twitching with an urge to break something. She was wound so tightly, it was almost a physical thing. “Can’t think straight,” she muttered, agitated.

You stepped forward, gently cupping her face, guiding her focus to you. “I can help with that.”

Without another word, you pulled her into a heated kiss, her breath catching. It was everything she needed—chaotic and consuming, as your lips crushed against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grabbing at your clothes. She didn’t hold back, letting go of everything in the rush of the moment, her body pressed against yours, losing herself in the intensity. Afterward, she collapsed against you, breathless, but the wildness in her eyes had softened.

“Better,” she whispered, a grin tugging at her lips, “Let’s do it again.”

Vi

Vi’s knuckles were sore from the long day of punching through the thickest of walls, the anger and tension in her muscles refusing to leave. She didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to show weakness, but you knew her better than that. You reached for her gloves, gently pulling them off.

“Vi, come here,” you said softly, guiding her toward you.

She hesitated for a moment before giving in, wrapping her arms around you in a firm embrace. “You really think you can fix me?”

You smirked, “I’m not fixing anything. Just giving you a way to unwind.”

With that, you kissed her roughly, your hands working on removing the layers between you. She didn’t hold back, her hands gripping your body, as if your touch was the only thing that could make her forget the stress of the day. The intensity was palpable, her frustration melted away with every kiss, every touch. As you collapsed beside her afterward, she sighed, her head resting on your chest.

“You always know how to make me feel better,” she mumbled with a soft smile.

Sevika

Sevika was always cool and collected, but there were times when the weight of everything she carried became too much. You could see the tension in her jaw, the sharpness in her gaze as she stormed into the room. Without a word, you met her, gently pulling her into your arms.

“Bad day?” you murmured, your hands gently massaging her shoulders.

She exhaled, her tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath your touch. “You could say that.”

Before she could stop herself, her lips found yours, hungrily kissing you, eager for release. You matched her intensity, each touch sparking a fire. The power she held outside melted away under your hands, and soon enough, all that was left was heat and closeness. Afterward, she gazed down at you with a rare softness in her eyes.

“Thanks,” she whispered, before pulling you back in for one last kiss.

Silco

Silco had been pacing for hours, his mind never at rest. His ambition, his vision for Zaun, it consumed him. But tonight, he didn’t want to think about it. He just needed release.

You approached him quietly, your hand on his arm, pulling him to face you. “You’ve been working too hard,” you said with a knowing smile.

His eyes darkened, and before you could say another word, he claimed your lips with a desperation that was unlike him. His kisses were fiery, urgent, as though he was trying to burn away all the tension that had built up in him. His hands were rough as they roamed, pulling you close. When he finally let go, his body relaxed against yours, the storm in his mind silenced for just a moment.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff.

Vander

Vander was always the rock of the group, stoic and steady, but even he had his limits. After a long day of keeping the peace in the underbelly of Zaun, he was more than ready to unwind. He came home to you, his shoulders tight with unspoken tension.

Without a word, you reached for him, guiding him to the bed. You kissed him softly, your hands tracing the scars on his broad chest. He let out a low growl, the weight of his day releasing as your touches became more insistent. The heat between you grew, and soon, the only thing that mattered was the way you helped him forget the burdens he carried.

When it was over, he held you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You always know how to make everything right,” he murmured.

Ekko

Ekko was constantly on the move, always tinkering with his tech or working to improve the world around him. The stress from his never-ending work had started to build, and when he came to you, it was clear he needed a break.

“Got a lot on your mind?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, something like that.”

You leaned in, kissing him slowly at first, then deeper. His hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you closer, finally able to release all the pent-up energy. Afterward, he lay beside you, catching his breath, the weight lifting off his shoulders.

“Guess I needed that,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for putting up with me.”

Jayce

Jayce was always the one to push himself further, striving for perfection in everything he did. But the constant pressure left him tightly wound. When you noticed the look in his eyes, the one he got when he was overworked and tense, you knew what he needed.

You moved closer, your hand gently resting on his chest. “Let me help you relax.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. The kiss was fierce, filled with the frustration he’d been holding back. His hands grasped you with an intensity that matched his drive. As the moments passed, his usual composed demeanor broke down, leaving only the raw connection between the two of you.

Afterward, he lay there, breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling. “You’re… amazing,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.

Viktor

Viktor’s mind was constantly racing with ideas, calculations, and the desire to change the world. But even someone as brilliant as him could burn out from all the stress. When you noticed how worn out he was, you gently pulled him into your embrace, offering him a moment of peace.

“Long day?” you asked, your fingers gently brushing through his hair.

He closed his eyes, nodding, and then, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he kissed you with a quiet intensity. His hands moved with purpose, but there was a tenderness to them that betrayed his usual composed nature. When it was over, Viktor rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“That… that was just what I needed,” he murmured, a rare, soft smile on his lips.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn had been running herself ragged with her duties as a sheriff, always upholding justice and order. The pressure weighed heavily on her shoulders, and you knew just how to help her release that built-up energy.

You caught her in one of her rare, vulnerable moments. “You need a break,” you said softly.

Her blue eyes locked with yours, and without a word, she pulled you into a kiss. Her hands were gentle at first, but as the tension melted away, so did her usual restraint. The kiss turned heated, her body pressed against yours as she let go of everything she’d been holding in. Afterward, she rested her head on your chest, her breath steady.

“That was… exactly what I needed,” Caitlyn whispered, a small, contented smile on her face.

Each of these drabbles explores how the characters from Arcane cope with pent-up energy and stress in their own unique ways, with the reader (S/O) helping them release that tension, sometimes tender, sometimes spicy, and always with a deep connection.

[underratedlordestan]

Caitlyn heard "cupcake" and instantly ratted everyone out 😭🙏🙏 fucking lesbians