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Last Call for Love

Vander x Fem!Reader

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Vander and you have been dancing around each other for far too long for it to still be considered friendly banter. Is there any better start to a relationship then fucking on a random weekday?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: unprotected sex, friends to lovers, one use of good girl, size kink, daddy kink, belly bulge, sex on a table

The heavy wooden door gave way to The Last Drop, the familiar warmth of the tavern enveloping you from the night's chill. Low amber lighting splashed across the establishment, illuminating the broad figure behind the counter. The jukebox mutes your footsteps falling along the well worn wooden flooring; a layer of alcoholic stickiness clinging to the soles of your shoes as you walk.

Despite the long missing crowd, the air still reeks of cigars smoked throughout the day and shared drinks that had sloshed over their rims. Vander stands at the center of it all, his hand covered in a rag as he cleans glasses after the day. Sorry to say we’ve closed up shop.” His eyes flicker up to spot you standing in the middle of the room, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

A moment passes between the two of you before you simultaneously burst into laughter.

You smile, ignoring his faked complaint and walk over to the bar. Not wanting a barrier between the two of you, you saunter around the counter to welcome yourself behind the bar. It was one of those nights where Vander wasn’t tired after his shift, some energy leftover from the long day. He’d tell you that it was a lucky chance that he didn’t feel like such an old man. He has always been dramatic like that.

“Go on, make yourself at home,” Vander drawls sarcastically, acting as if your presence was a chore. You knew he didn’t mean it though; if not for the mirthful lilt to his voice, for the fact that he was currently selecting two clean glasses and your favorite bottle of liquor.

“Oh I will. Vander, you aren’t as intimidating as you like to think.” He shakes his head, “The Hound of The Underground isn’t scary enough for ya?”

Beaming, you amble up to his side, grabbing the drink from him. “Thank you,” you hum and clink it against the rim of his own filled glass. Vander smiles, pausing until your lips part over the glass. When you tip your head back to take a large swig he mirrors your movements, drinking half of his glass in one go.

The burn slides down your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe through your nose. The resulting chuckle from Vander makes you roll your eyes as you set the alcohol back down.

“Is that hilarious?” You question and reopen your eyes to glance at him. “Quite.” The sarcasm came naturally as Vander found his pipe and matches, always needing them to pair with his liquor. Vander hums lowly, swiping a match across the side of the counter.

“Say, is there a reason you’re pestering me so much tonight? Somebody pissed in your cereal, eh?” The lit match lowers to the mix packed into his pipe, Vander promptly shaking the flame out.

Tossing the burned match to the side, he takes a long drag from the pipe, exhaling a plume of smoke after the count of five. You slowly blink up at him, gaze focusing on the hair that covered his moving jaw. The soft curve under his chin slopes down into his neck that flexes with the exertion of his sigh. He’s so handsome to watch.

It wasn’t your fault when your hand found its way to the side of his neck, tracing the tendons that jump under your cautious touch.

Vander knew you wouldn’t answer him, not when you’re mapping out his structure like this, curious and wanting. Besides, there was no need to answer, he was just messing with you. Vander hands you the pipe, raising an eyebrow in silent question. It wasn’t often that you smoked with him, but he can sense the tension that rested between your shoulder blades. He faintly wonders if your day has been as tiring as his. Maybe even moreso. Your fingertips left his neck to lightly dig into his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt giving little resistance.

When your lips part obediently, he places the lip of his pipe on the plush of yours. Letting your mouth fall shut, you take a tentative puff. The thick smoke rolls over your tongue, choking your saliva glands mercilessly. You expectedly jerk back, coughing with an exaggerated gag, “I seriously don’t understand how you smoke that shit.”

“It’s smooth,” Vander lies, knowing it was anything but. His rough palm finds your back, rubbing up and down, dragging your shirt up by an inch. “Shut the fuck up,” you rasp as he laughs quietly. Your hand thumps his shoulder at his lack of overwhelming sympathy and unceremoniously falls away.

Vander did feel bad for you choking on the fumes, but he didn't feel horrible when he saw the way your face had scrunched up. The heat rising to your cheeks, the tears stinging your eyes…fuck if it didn’t get him thinking.

Before Vander has the chance to stress himself out, his heavy hand creeps further up your back. His thick fingers swallow the width of the base of your neck as he cradles it. The heat from his hand tingles down your spine, leaving you staring owlishly up at him. “Here,” he guides you, his thumb pressing just below your jaw.

Vander tilts your head up as he puffs on his pipe. Taking a small drag, he jerks his head to the side, signaling for you to open your mouth again. Understanding his hint, you follow his silent order. The rough pad of his thumb sinks into your skin a little harder and he dips down to your height, breathing the smoke into your mouth.

The slight brush of your lips feels like static electricity instantaneously zapping across your skin. The smoke overflows your waiting mouth, creating a fog between you and him. Inhaling it back in was an impossible feat with you frozen at his boldness. And the warmth from his pipe was no match for the warmth radiating from his body wedged against yours, wrapping itself around you and pulling you in.

Vander, on the other hand, found himself equally as entranced by the expression on your face. The knit to your brow made you look like you were silently pleading for him to break the moment with his mouth on yours. It was downright indecent and yet he can’t possibly deny that look.

The silence stretched on between the two of you. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was certainly tense—brimming with possibility. Neither of you could decipher when the tension between both of you had started; maybe it had festered for weeks or longer. Either way, ending up so close together was no longer a jarring occurrence.

The tether continues to tug you closer and closer together until your chests press against each other, beating hearts speaking in turn. “Vander,” you snip impatiently, making the larger man flash a cheeky smile. Your brain reels with the hope of finally giving into your desire for each other. The dance between you was a fickle thing, one that you have enjoyed for a long time, but loathed more every second that Vander didn’t kiss you.

If there was ever a chance to feel him on you, even for a sharp second, it seemed that now was the time to have him. Who knew if he would ever get this close again if the moment slipped by? Right before the pressure becomes unbearable and you open your eyes, Vander heeds your warning and leans forward fully to slot his mouth onto yours.

Your heart skips a beat, blood roaring in your ears and throbbing between your thighs. The thought of anything else evaporates from your brain leaving you unable to focus on anything but Vander’s mouth on yours. The curve of your lips closes with his, sealing the two of you together.

The following kiss is a frenzied mess of teeth and tongue. There was nothing soft about the hungry kiss, heat blossoming deep within Vander’s gut as he tugs you closer. Your gasps were easily silenced by his tongue massaging yours, a soothing balm that made you crave him everywhere.

Yet, Vander abruptly pulls back, acting on autopilot. He found a new journey, gripping the fat of your ass and yanking you closer. The sides of his hands cup the curve of each cheek, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. When you oblige, he silently follows through and holds you to his body.

One of his heavy hands pushes into the middle of your back to curve your body into him, wanting you as close as possible. Instead of dropping you onto the counter, or even going up against the wall, Vander sharply turns and treks out from behind the counter. He beelines for one of the cleaner tables he had wiped down before cleaning glasses. When you glance over your shoulder at the table that he set you down on, a small worry fills you.

“Will this hold?”

“Only one way to know,” Vander rumbles, towering over you once you swivel back to him.

Swallowing thickly, you nod, “Yeah, guess so.” His eyes search yours and then he’s solidifying the position, directing you to fully lie back on the table. Your legs spread easily to accommodate for the expanse of Vander’s hips as he steps up to you. Unignorable arousal pulses in your core at the bulge that nudges at the junction of your thigh.

The hot outline of Vander’s swelling cock seeps heat through your clothes as he marvels at your laid out figure. This is what he has wanted for so long, what he needed. You. “Are you going to stare at me or fuck me?” Vander instantly laughs at your question, not condescendingly, but not exactly comfortingly.

His mouth resumes what ended you up here, lips meeting your own. The second kiss wasn’t as frantic, but was equally a push and pull of nips and soothing licks. Your tongues slide together, neither fighting for dominance while you pant against his lips, always diving back in for more. The sound of lips smacking eventually quiets when Vander slowly parts from you.

“Sweetheart, I have to work you up to that.” Vander grinds against your clothed cunt, the seam of your jeans rubbing in time with the rolling of his hips. He eagerly takes in the crease of your brow as the material of your underwear bunches around your clit, pinching it. You can’t help the way you lift your lower half to meet him, the heaving of your chest only growing heavier.

The unyielding barrier of your pants and his were far too thick between you and his cock. You needed more. Finally, Vander flicked the button of your jeans up and tugged your zipper down. Weathered fingers hook under your waistband and yank, working the material off your legs. He backs up to pluck your shoes from your feet, freeing your legs of the suffocating jeans.

“Shit,” you hiss and shiver at the sudden air bathing your heated skin. The wooden tabletop creaks as you idly squirm on it, only stopping when large hands pin your thighs to the table. “Shh,” Vander murmurs and rubs his hands along your skin. “There you go, that’s good,” he praises when you still, captivated by the soothing tone he has taken on. A quiet chuckle bathes your ears as he opens your thighs once more.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyes trail down to his fingers eagerly tugging your damp underwear to the side. Vander can be many things, but with you splayed out like this he could no longer act patient. “Ah, there she is.”

The air in your lungs burns, clawing up your throat when you let out a shaky sigh of relief. When did you start holding your breath? You weren’t exactly sure, focusing on one of his fingers sliding up through your puffy lips, parting them.

Hot slick coats his digit, his eyes zeroing in on how your plush skin dents supplely under his guidance. Unable to resist, Vanders thumbs come up to spread you open like an overripe fruit that he gapes at. There were no words to describe the swelling of his heart, and cock, at the sight of you. The warm weight of his dick prods your knee as he sucks in a sharp breath. “Hell, you are…”

Vander trails off, unable to finish his sentence. His thumb sneaks up to your clit, rubbing slow circles over it. You catch the way his eyes snap up to your face to study the reaction you would reward him with. The shade of your cheeks darkens at his curiosity. You might have been silent, but your hips spoke for you when they edge forward, searching for more. It seemed to be enough for him, Vander’s attention returning to your cunt.

A quiet whimper falls from your lips after a minute of withstanding his lazy exploration. “Vander, please.” The plea pulls him out of whatever trance he had been put under, his eyes blinking away the daze in them. His hands slide over your hips and under your ass. Using the angle, he tugs you up the table until you are directly in front of him. “Careful,” he jokes, snickering when you lightly swat the back of his head.

In a silent apology, Vander lays his palm across your mound, softly massaging you. He presses a finger at your entrance, tracing the contours before making up his mind and sliding it in. His free hand trails up your body to flatten against your abdomen as he shallowly fingers you.

The sheer size of his hand took up a substantial portion of your waist, shielding you. And it didn’t take a mind reader to sense Vander’s pride in that–his chest puffing out as he saw how much of you he can cover. Fuck, he could manhandle you anywhere you’d like.

Welcoming the stretch, your cunt easily yields to him, leaking over his finger. “You’re soft,” Vander grumbles without a second thought. The words visibly catch up to him a second later when his face reddens. Ducking his head, Vander bends over to lower his face to your cunt–a successful distraction–and wraps his lips around your clit.

Instantly your back bows off of the table, jaw dropping open as you moan in surprise at the quick shift. His tongue weighs on the bundle of nerves as he hollows his cheeks. Vander’s eyes flick upwards to make eye contact when he thrusts in a second finger.

Your louder groan was almost enough for him to grin against your pussy. His beard scrapes against the inside of your thighs, blending the slight pain with the overwhelming pleasure while two fingers curl against your velvety walls, searching. If it took him all night to find your sweet spot he gladly would map out your body for hours.

But his journey was cut short by the quickening of your breath, hands falling to his head. Short puffs of air exit your perpetually agape mouth as sparks flare in your tightening gut. Absent-mindedly, you grind against his fingers, eager to help him. Your orgasm was mostly a surprise, spurred on by the efforts of his mouth against you. Your body tenses as you come over his fingers, thighs smacking closed. Whining brokenly, you dig your nails into his scalp as he carefully removes his fingers.

With a muted rumble, Vander shoves your thighs back open to drag his tongue up your slit. You gasp sharply, imagining that you would never breathe again with how tight your chest has grown to be. The feeling of him cleaning you was too much and yet not enough. Your struggling fell on deaf ears, or rather the ears of a man that hadn’t yet deciphered your moans, who eagerly drank in your essence when you humped his face with restless hips.

When his swelling lips pull away, arousal thickly coats his mouth and beard. But if the look in his eye was anything to go by though, he doesn’t mind one bit. No, he gratefully licks his lips and hauls himself back up to stand over you. In an instant your hands were back on him, tugging up the hem of his shirt.

Vander answers by yanking the oppressive fabric over his head, throwing it to the floor. His broad shoulders were carved thoughtfully by the gods, dipping down into his somehow bigger chest. Thick hair covers his defined pecs, drawing your eyes to the thatch of hair just above his waistband.

No time was wasted away with how quickly Vander ripped his belt open, the clank sounding like a gunshot through the thick atmosphere. You giggle quietly at his haste, quieting with a coy smile when he playfully glares at you. Vander grants you only a few seconds of ogling him before he’s pantsless and surging forward again. He drags his lips across your collarbone, biting at the top hem of your shirt.

Hot breath hits your skin, raising goosebumps when he grunts at the limited access to you. Weathered fingers creep up under your top to find your chest for a moment until he’s stripping you of your shirt. Vander groans appreciatively, barely separating from you for a second. Now it was his turn to take in your figure, completely naked on his tables in his bar.

Wet, open-mouthed kisses smother your neck, letting you savor the brush of his beard against your warmed skin. It quickly became a struggle to stay still again when you were creating a fucking puddle on the table with Vander only kissing you.

Through the haze Vander makes out your need, the weight of his warm cock nestling between your thighs. He subconsciously ruts against you, pressing as close as he can to you until you can feel the shape of his heavy balls through his boxers.

“M’gonna fuck you now, ‘right sweetheart?” The words register after a slow second crept by. “Mhm,” you mumble and nod your head. That wasn’t enough though, with Vander responding by shaking his head. “No, you have to tell me what I’m gonna do. Come on honey, use your words.” If that wasn’t enough to make your head swim you didn’t know what was.

“You’re going to fuck me.” “And…?” “And I’m going to like it?”

“Good enough,” Vander says heartily, chuckling to himself at how out of it you were after one orgasm and some heated kissing. “Are you normally this…distracted?” You shake your head, observing shamelessly when he works his boxers off. Not many men could work you up like this, but it was Vander. The sweet Vander who always had your back…also the Vander who constantly teased you, and now the Vander who’s standing naked in front of you.

The thought itself wasn’t a major turn on, but actually seeing him? Dusty red at the tip and already leaking, he’s…thick. Surprisingly so.

How had the gods even made a man with a cock that thick? What he didn’t make up for in size, he certainly did in girth–so weighted that even when he was achingly hard his cock still hung between his muscular thighs. His pubes, dark and only somewhat trimmed, decorated the base of him. “How is that going to fit?” you blurt out.

Looking at you watching him, Vander smirks and wraps a hand around his dick. Maybe it was to tease you, though it was more than likely that he needed a break after having little to no stimulation for this long. “We’ll make it fit, yeah?” He groans when he curls back over you, his pre-cum smearing across your inner thigh. “S’ppose you’re ready enough now, eh?” Without a flicker of hesitation you rapidly nod along. “Fucking finally. I thought I’d grow a beard in the time before you fucked me.”

Sharing a laugh, Vander shakes the teasing off when he braces himself on his thick forearm, next to your head. His knee nudges your legs open wider to allow him to lower himself down more. The fat of his tip slides between your folds and presses gently at your entrance. Glancing back up at you, Vander smiles.

“Are you gonna let daddy take care of you?” Janna.

It was like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on you at the same time you were submerged into lava. All you could manage was a pitiful squeak as you look up at him.

Honestly, Vander had meant it to be a jest at you. He didn’t expect you to react like this. “Oh you like that? You’ve been thinkin’ about me being your daddy?” He was only met with wide eyes, you staccato breathing filling the air. Vander didn’t need a verbal response to know he was dead on. Dipping down, Vander drug the tip of his nose up the side of yours. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you, stretch you out, give you what you need. Daddy’s here now.”

“Shit,” you whisper quietly, whimpering when the head of his cock kisses your entrance again, just barely pushing in. Vander grits his teeth together to resist thrusting in, in one go, murmuring reassurances to you. “I know…gonna stretch you out nice and slow…” A groan sits on the back of his tongue as he slowly sinks into your cunt, his hands moving to hold your thighs up and apart.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Just a little more.” You had assumed Vander would start quickly—having been dead wrong with how he took his sweet time. His tip is already making you ache for more, his girth pushing your walls to stretch obscenely around him. “Shit, honey,” Vander curses at the sight of your body accommodating him, puffy folds straining around his length.

He cautiously rocks his hips forward, each little movement drawing him deeper than you thought possible. Each second that you think he couldn’t possibly give more, he did so dutifully. When his hips are definitively flush with yours, your back arches off the table again to hover, a low moan tearing through your throat at the fullness in your gut.

Vander waits for you to adjust, attentively watching your face for any signs of discomfort. The pad of his thumb plays with your clit, his head ducking to follow your view. “I want you to look at me,” he rumbles, placing his other hand back on your tummy.

“I want to see you when I fuck you.” Pressing down lightly, he feels the bulge of himself under your soft skin. You whine at the feeling, relaxing into his hold and letting your head roll back against the tabletop. “Look at me in you.” His hand resting on your abdomen tightens into a fist. “Fuuuck.”

God damn, was all your muddled brain musters up when you clench at his words. Vander grunts quietly, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” The truth was that he was just as affected by this as you were. The thought of his struggle alone dissolves any pain into a sweet pressure as his cock moves against your walls. You yearn with a hunger that has festered for years because of Vander’s heedless teasing. Fucking years you have hungered for this. You wouldn’t back down in the face of it.

His hips rut into you with no sense of urgency, the two of you enjoying the slow grind of his cock. The smell of your arousal hangs heavy in the air, the slipperiness mixing at the base of his cock until his pubes are soaked with your need. Vander’s hand on your stomach wanders up your leg, transferring it to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re taking me so well,” he huffs, turning his head to kiss your ankle. The drag of his cock against your walls is intoxicating, setting off sparks with each lazy thrust.

“Uh huh?” you answer weakly, stretching your arms above you. “Can you–I want more. I want it harder.” Vander closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” He braces himself and looks back down at you, holding your hips. “Okay, hold onto the table, honey.” Listening, your fingers curl around the edge of the round table, eyes trained on him. “Good girl.” Any response was cut off when he pulled back, driving back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

Air rushes out your lungs as you wail at the fire lighting up your nerves. Your nails bite into the wood in an attempt to ground yourself. If anyone could rearrange your guts with their size, Vander would be able to and you could feel it. Vander groans between deep thrusts and digs his fingers into the fat of your hips. It’ll bruise tomorrow but neither of you worry about it.

The pace he set is electrifying, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his hips forward again. Each ram sends you sliding up the table, his cock filling you up over and over again. Your moans are uncontrollable, wanton and loud as they spill from your lips in your haze.

Vander picks up on the quick difference of your keening under him when his tip bumps your sweet spot. Twisting your hips just to the side, Vander thrusts forward to meet it again, stars blurring in your vision. “Right there?” Vander goads you as if he isn’t struggling in the same boat as you. His teeth grind at the tightness of his balls, ready to release at any moment. He couldn’t help that your warmth enveloped him so invitingly.

“Fuck, shit, ah Vander!” You uncoordinated babbles echo in the bar, the loud slapping of his hips meeting your thighs ringing in your ears. You could feel your walls mold to every vein and curve in his cock. Scrabbling for better purchase, your head bounces on the table at a fervid thrust. Before your head can meet the tabletop again, Vander’s hand has left your hip to catch the back of your skull.

“Careful,” he looks down into your bleary eyes, his own sparkling with desire. From here you can see the lights shining in his blown out pupils.

His gaze roams your features furiously as he drives deeper into you, smirking when your face screws up in pleasure. Unable to help himself, Vander tucks his face to your neck, scattering sloppy kisses. The noise he releases into the curves of your shoulder borders on a growl, his sweat wetting your skin.

The weight of his body keeps you utterly pinned to the table, his cock grinding against all that it can reach. He’s practically humping you, lost in the snug feeling of your slick cunt, never once faltering in his determination to make every inch of your body tremble.

Moans cut from your vocal cords, your fingers burning with how hard they grip the table. Vander’s rough hand on your hip moves to hike your leg higher up your shoulder to position himself to piston harder into you. Arousal coats both of you, adding an extra slipperiness to his movements now. His heavy balls slap against your ass, the muscle rippling in response.

“Sweet, fucking, pretty thing.” The sounds of your cunt only fuels his mounting desire, his groans of approval mingling with yours.

Vander’s gaze burns with a mix of determination and possessiveness when your eyes lock with his. You weren’t dumb enough to miss his usual watchful gaze, but this felt different. In this moment, you didn’t just feel him physically–but emotionally, intrinsically. No words held value right now, your gaze holding a thousand unsaid words.

You didn’t want to spill those three words, but they seemed to jump out anyways.

Your lips part as Vander nods knowingly. “I know,” he rasps, “I know sweetheart.” At the confirmation, his pace accelerates impossibly. “I’ve known for too long. Janna, I couldn’t hurt you.” It’s almost too much. His words overlap clumsily in a way that has your cunt throbbing. “But I need you. You’re gonna be mine. I’m gonna do right by you, huh?” Your moans only increase in volume at his rewarding thrusts, head turning to dig your teeth into his forearm.

He groans long and loud, cock jumping at the sudden pain. With each slam of his hips, Vander aimed to take you completely, drowning in the knowledge that you were finally his. On the precipice of release, your mouth releases him as you writhe.

“Vander! I can’t–” “You can, honey. You will. Come on, sweetheart.” Your thighs trembled from the exertion while your cunt spasmed around his length.

It only took a handful of powerful thrusts until your orgasm was crashing over you. Legs twisting, you whined brokenly at the feeling. Your eyes squeezed shut, pleasure blinding you and keeping you alight. The increased tightness of your walls spurs Vander’s own climax. In only a few seconds he was following you over the edge with a grunt.

Trying to keep his dignity intact, Vander swallows the rest of his moans and buries his face into the side of your neck, burying deep within you. His weight is nearly crushing you when he halfway collapses onto your spent body, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

The thick mixture of your release threatens to leak out and splatter on the table when he shifts to keep from flattening you. Vander’s hips unconsciously grind into you as he rides out his orgasm, groaning into your ear. After a few long moments of his heavy breathing tapering off, you speak up,

“We really need to learn to talk to each other.” He chuckles.

[whoreforsexymen]

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[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving them hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse Ver.!

— VIKTOR

He is a mix of bashful and pleased. When you kiss and nip at his neck, he goes still, cheeks flushed as a soft, breathy chuckle escapes.

"You...really like marking me, don't you?" He tries to act unfazed, but when he looks in a mirror later and spots the darkening bruise, his fingers ghost over it.

He'd cover it with a scarf or high collar in public but secretly loves that you left your mark. It's a rare indulgence that makes him feel wanted.

— JAYCE

He leans into it and lets you do whatever you want, practically purring under your touch.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kiss him.

He flaunts the marks with pride. If someone notices, he grins wider. "Oh, that? Yeah, my partner's got good aim."

— MEL

She doesn't stop you; she tilts her head to give you better access, enjoying the sensation as your lips press against her golden skin.

"Careful, darling," she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "You'll leave evidence of your affection."

She wears her hickeys like jewelry, unbothered by anyone's reactions, because who would dare question her?

— VI

She pretends to complain. She'll huff as your teeth scrape her skin, but she's grinning the whole time.

"Really? You're leaving me looking like I lost a fight?" She teases but tilts her head anyway.

She wears the marks like trophies. "Yeah, my partner did that. What about it?" If someone stares too long, they might catch her smirking.

— CAITLYN

She gets flustered. She tries to keep her composure as you kiss along her neck, but her blush gives her away.

"Are you... trying to make this harder to hide?" She scolds, though her voice is shaky.

Later, she's wearing a high collar. When Vi notices and teases her, Caitlyn glares but secretly feels proud.

— AMBESSA

She chuckles lowly, utterly amused by your boldness. She lets you have your way, resting a heavy hand on your back.

"Is this your way of staking a claim?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her neck for better access.

She wears the marks unapologetically, daring anyone to comment. She admires your daring streak and rewards you for it later.

— SILCO

His sharp intake of breath is the only indication you've caught him off guard. He doesn't stop you, but his hand tightens on your hip.

"Bold," he mutters, his gravelly voice filled with amusement. "Do you think this will deter anyone?"

He hides the marks beneath his collar but touches them absently, conflicted between annoyance and smug satisfaction.

— VANDER

He laughs softly, a warm rumble from deep in his chest as you leave your mark on him.

"You're enjoying this a little too much," he teases, cupping your face to kiss you.

He's not embarrassed about the marks and won't bother covering them. If someone comments, he just grins. "What can I say? My partner's passionate."

— SEVIKA

She smirks, tugging you closer as your lips graze her neck.

"Careful, sweetheart," she growls softly. "I might start thinking you're obsessed with me."

She doesn't cover the marks, wearing them like a badge of honor. If anyone so much as raises an eyebrow, she gives them a warning glare.

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ᯓFast fingers

ᯓShe loves pushing you to your limits

ᯓLoves to get on top

ᯓWorks her tongue perfectly

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Ekko________________________________

ᯓWet and dripping

ᯓSticky

ᯓUsing his tongue

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Vander______________________________

ᯓFilling you up

ᯓLoves carrying his good girl

ᯓRewarding his favourite waitress

⋆｡𖦹°‧★Caitlyn______________________________

ᯓEating her up

ᯓ"Just friends"

ᯓRiding her

ᯓPounding you into her royal bed

[mossangelll]

arcane characters as sugar mommies/daddies ˚₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

been thinking about mel as a sugar mommy and decided to spread the joy to other characters >:)

haven’t proofread but i was obsessed with the idea and needed to get my thoughts out, hope you enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

part 2.5

cw: don’t think gender is specified but i had a fem reader in mind so that might show, smut, degrading language used in a consensual manner, minors dni, 18+ only

Vi

the alluring one

you’re trying to buy a round of drinks when your card declines and just as you’re about to die from embarrassment, her warm hand settles on your shoulder as her scarred lip smirks down at you

she pays for multiple rounds of drinks and before you know it, you’re making out in the alleyway

the rest is history

you never thought you’d be in an arrangement like this but she had her ways of convincing you otherwise

has a bunch of different girls on her roster that she maybeeee doesn’t tell you about

don’t worry, you’re the only sugar baby she pays this much for

when you find out you can’t even be that mad about it - she’s so hot you’d let her get away with anything

you’re smart enough to be pouty around her and take advantage of the situation - get ready for the greatest apology of your life

she invites you to her place just for you to find thousands of roses in the foyer and a gift box with your name on the table

she has you follow a trail of clues until you end up in her bedroom, still juggling an armful of gifts, where vi is waiting for you with a hopeful look

she rushes over to take the boxes from you and smothers your face in feather light kisses before apologising for making you feel shitty

her apology doesn’t stop there though and carries on well into the night

you complain about your bus being late? she’s already sent an uber black to your location

you don’t know which gaming console you want? she’s got it covered - multiple packages with every console you mentioned are arriving by the next day

you’re at a party but you’re feeling needy? she’s already dragging you to a storage cupboard, crowd be damned, and eating you out with such fervour you think you might see heaven

pays for your gym membership at a place like equinox and makes sure you two take full advantage of the sauna - it might be warm in there, but you come out sweaty for a whole other reason

has a garage full of vintage motorbikes that cost a fortune and only she can touch

pays you your days salary (and then some) so you can take time off work just so you can visit her at her home gym

she uses you to show off her impressive strength by lifting you as if you weigh nothing in her arms

getting used as her personal gym equipment is a major turn on

lives to impress you with her physique, she gets so pleased with herself when she notices your eyes darken as they wander over her toned body

she definitely has mirror ceilings and she definitely makes you stare at yourself as she fucks you stupid underneath them

Jinx

the mischevious one

she’s the rich artsy kind and you’re her muse

this means she needs you around 24/7 in case creativity strikes her - naturally, this leads to her paying for your company

has you come over to the studio all the time

one time, she set down a canvas on the floor, told you to strip, covered you two in paint and fucked you right there and then

the rolling around, teeth bared, guttural moan, primal kind of fucking; she relished in the bruises that bloomed on your neck and chest as she sucked on your most sensitive spots

the resulting painting was quite impressive to look at, even if thinking about its creation made you more flustered than you’ve ever been

her hands aren’t only good for creating art pieces it seems

she’s one of the sugar mommy’s that pays you the most since she views your company as priceless when it comes to her work

you get anything you ask for, seriously

you’re decked head to toe and all of it is something jinx either gifted you or gave you the money to buy

if it’s something not available to buy, she buys luxurious materials that cost more than your salary just to craft it for you

takes you to the kind of stiff, fancy places she hates just to have you wear vibrating underwear which she has the controls for

sometimes it’s even the opening night of her art gallery

she makes it a challenge: how long can you go without drawing attention to yourself due to your moans - the longer, the more money you get

it’s downright obscene, the way she knowingly glances at you with subdued glee , your slight whimpers echoing as you try your best to muffle the sounds, tears welling up in your eyes

she goes back to chatting up art collectors and investors as she secretly turns up the power of the vibrations hitting you right to the core

she calls you her “sweet thing” when you get back to her penthouse and she makes it up to you by giving you her bank card

she likes to make you laugh during sex too, she doesn’t like if you try to make it too “dour”

Caitlyn

the inexperienced one

cait’s been single for a while and it’s obvious it’s taking its toll

her friends encourage her to go out and meet someone new but she’s too focused on work to waste time on someone she probably won’t like

one day she stumbles upon a sugar baby site and says fuck it

the first date is pretty awkward but after a couple drinks, you manage to loosen her up so she’s more free with you

she has no clue what her role in this kind of arrangement is so she goes all out from the get-go; she loves spending money on you to the point it’s a bit insane even if she tells you not to worry

has to ask her friends for advice on the group chat constantly (she has a history of fumbling attractive people and she’s not letting it happen again)

adds you to her country club membership so you two can play tennis on the weekends

this place is fancyyyyyy but she makes sure you feel comfortable

gets you a instructor if you don’t know how to play

this obviously means she buys you about ten different outfits with tennis bracelets to match each

buys you a penthouse in the best part of town, close to where she lives of course so she has easy access to you

you two christen every single room in your new place, no stone left unturned

scissoring in the large bedroom, head on the lavish kitchen countertops, taking turns fucking with the strap on the balcony with a breathtaking view, fingering in the living room - everything and anything you can think of

her job isn’t done until the two of you are exhausted and wailing loud enough that the neighbours 20 floors down are complaining

she is insatiable when it comes to you, it’s like you lit a fire within her that she can’t put out no matter how hard she tries

completely adores how cute you act when you try to deny her pricey gifts

even more so when she gifts you a first edition book and your demeanour turns more panicked by the second

really though, she’s freaking out more than you are although she doesn’t show it often

her biggest fear is gifting you something you hate which leads to you ending everything

you’ve never had a sugar mommy treat you like this

she gives her assistant special instructions to let you into her office at any time, a privilege only you’re blessed with

you manage to distract her and before she knows it, she’s forced to make herself look presentable in only five minutes despite having a smudge-proof lipstick mark on her cheek she can’t get off for the life of her

doesn’t want to admit that she wants more than a purely transactional relationship with you

Silco

the generous one

gives you an exorbitant amount of money every time you see him

like, a CRAZY amount

it barely registers for him though, he has more money than should be possible

he goes as far as to give you his black card even if you didn’t ask for it

goads you to max it out and somehow, despite spending so much, you’ve barely dented the thing which makes him laugh

he expects you to spend most of the money he gives you on luxuries you wouldn’t normal buy and asks you to do a haul and model it all for him in his office

behind the scenes, he’s busy paying off your any debts you might have, setting up a trust fund for you, looking for houses you would like

wants you to be set up for life

showers you in decadent lingerie that fits you perfectly from boutiques like la perla, agent provocateur and honey birdette - only the best for his girl

has to replace your lingerie quite often though, he goes feral when he sees you all dolled up just for him

even more so if you were good and listened to his demands, buying the exact lingerie he wanted to see you in

has you sign a detailed contract before the arrangement begins since he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

also wants to make sure you follow his rules

wants you to only refer to him using “sir” when it’s just the two of you

i see him as the kind of sugar daddy that does expect some sugar in return

he’s very abrasive in bed, and calls you all types of degrading names which only serves to turn you both on further

has some…curious interests that he pays you more for indulging in - he is a gentleman after all

“my money hungry slut” and “little whore” are his favourites

takes you on shopping sprees for aftercare (and maybe he does cuddle too but you can’t let anyone else know that) - he doesn’t want you to think he views you a less than just because of the life path you’ve chosen

his idea of pillow talk is giving you tips on the stock market and trading

Sevika

the brusque one

she has commitment issues, is afraid of vulnerability and has a high sex drive

this has led her romantic relationships to fail in one way or another, which is where you come in

she sees it as a simple business transaction - nothing more, nothing less

she likes having you around but don’t get confused: she doesn’t want a real relationship with you

doesn’t sugar coat her words around you and while it might make anyone else run for the hills, you appreciate her honesty

having someone as gorgeous as you coo and hang onto her every word does inflate her ego

everyone wants you, eyes appraising you up and down, but they can’t have you - only she can

so punctual with her payments that it genuinely feels like any other regular job

she looks down on those so called sugar mommies that skimp out of paying a fair rate - you don’t need to worry with her, you’ll be getting more than you ever really needed

despite presenting a stoic image, she can’t help but give in to your every whim

all you have to do is glance at a display window with even a hint of longing and she’s immediately rolling her eyes, dragging you into the shop to buy it for you

if you get tired walking around and ask her to carry you she will huff and puff but that doesn’t stop her from scooping you up anyway

she has a strap on AND it’s the kind that ejaculates too

you two go to luxury toy makers and get straps custom made to tailor to both of your wants and desires

she perhaps gets attachments for her mechanical arm too…

she doesn’t skimp out on the good stuff when it comes to you

her hot grunts ring in your ears as she grinds into you, her body seemingly encompassing your entire body and mind

creampies you every time and fucks the cum back inside of your dripping hole just to watch it leak back out and repeat the cycle again until you’re begging out for her

you’re in a daze for a good ten minutes after and she can’t help but snort at the faces you make

maybe this isn’t just a simple transaction to her

Vander

the hesitant one

vander feels icky about the relationship he has with you at the start

he’s much older than you and you’re still in university, it makes him feel like such a bad person who’s preying on your vulnerability

you make sure to always remind him that he’s single-handedly paying for your tuition

you love what he does for you!

once he gets past that hurdle though, god have mercy on your soul, you will be ruined for other people

he basically acts as your mentor just with some extra benefits on the side

loves to hear you yap about any projects you’re working on and does his best to help with any issues at university

he’s the type to text you good morning and good night every single day without fail

even gives you a bigger allowance if you wake up early and reply to his good morning texts quickly

what? it’s an incentive to get you to attend your lectures

likes to be called daddy even if it does make him blush intensely

he gets off on the idea of being your protector and the only one to provide for you

cockwarms you when you’re working on assignments and it turns your brain to mush every time

spanks you when you stop paying attention

honestly it feels like he’s working against you whenever he does this

also gets jealous when you talk about dates you had with other people

he never made the relationship an official one, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you hard, his hand prints left on your hips to mark his territory

definitely can’t walk the next day and he’s so smug

down BAD

Ambessa

the teasing one

ambessa has play things in every city; you name a place, odds are she’s got a hook up there

you’re no exception of course

in fact, you’re her favourite out of them all

whenever ambessa calls, you run to be at her service

L O A D E D

exposes you to experiences you never even knew existed, i’m talking about things only the upper 1% can do

she’s the kind of sugar mommy that likes to hear about your day over a glass of wine

the mundanity helps her calm down from her hectic life

she will hold the things she does for you over your head

it’s mean but she views it as her right considering all the luxuries she gives you access to

jokes she’s going to go to a perfumer and get the scent of your sex turned into a perfume

when you accept a surprise gift from her, it turns out it was not a joke - you should’ve known something was up the second her wicked smile made an appearance

actually doesn’t smell too bad

has you use it every single time you’re around her and only then

she’s a FREAK what can i say

whisks you off to couple spa days; you both deserve a little rest and relaxation every now and then

speaking of spa days, she often asks you to massage her which usually ends with your large hands pawing all over your body

she likes receiving more than giving but she still prioritises giving you plenty of orgasms through the night

what kind of sugar mommy would she be without ensuring you’re also satisfied with your arrangement?

you’re worn out from what she considers foreplay

still, you need to make sure you’re being as thoughtful as she is otherwise you’re getting kicked down the rungs of her sugar baby ladder

Mel

the cunning one

mel is the best sugar mommy around i know it

doesn’t do it often - she tries to limit herself to one sugar baby every once in a while

she sees them as worthwhile investments

if you want to be her sugar baby, you need to bring something useful to the table

she meets you at a science exhibition and is thoroughly impressed with your work

you need funding to complete your research and she needs relief from her stressful life as a counsellor

a win-win situation if you ask her

you don’t see her often, she’s too busy solving problems with the council, but when you do, she makes sure it’s worth your time

expensive dinner dates, surprise weekend get-aways, opera concerts - anything you ask for, it’s yours

not only is she funding all of your research, she takes you to galas where you can mingle with the elites you need to win over to achieve more exposure for your research

she usually sends boxes full of clothes and shoes to your house for you to wear to these outings, and picks you up fancy black car with a chauffeur and bottles of wine in coolers

she has her hand on your leg the entire journey there, a faint smirk on her lips when she notices how hot and bothered you are

in a relationship like this, she likes to be the dominant one in bed

she doesn’t expect anything sexual in return but if you’re willing she’s more than happy to fulfill those needs too

leans towards being sensual and romantic but that doesn’t mean she won’t make sure to fuck you thoroughly

heavy on foreplay to the point you think you’re going to pass out from the pent up energy in you

has lots of toys she likes to use on you, she’s very experimental and wants to test which one you respond to the most

also likes you to use the toys on her too and when she sees you suck her wetness off the toy you just used on her, she melts into a puddle

yeah, you’re getting an instant increase on your allowance and you’re getting a new custom wardrobe

Jayce

the proud one

jayce comes from a relatively well-off family, but his inventions launched him into stardom and left him with more money than he knew what to do with

he decides the best thing he can do is spread the love

he finds you on a site for this kind of stuff, something he would rather die than admit, and knew he had to get you on a date with him

makes you custom jewellery set with the most unique stones you’ve ever seen and loves when you wear them out on dates with him

you probably have the entire gdp of a small country just on your wrist alone

wants a play-by-play of all the things you bought that week, he’s lowkey into hearing how much of his money you spent on treating yourself

he wants you to buy even more things with his money than you already do which flusters you but you give in every time

he’s another one that wants a fashion show where you try on everything you bought

he just likes to sit and clap with a smile as you twirl for him

loves to show you off at all the balls and galas he’s invited to

takes you on late night drives in his alpine a110 r-turini and he always has one arm, big with straining muscles, around your headrest which never fails to make your heart flutter

oh i can see him being into role play

maybe he’s your boss and you’re the maid he just caught stealing from him lmao

he loves to get sloppy head from you and offers you all sorts of gifts in return

talking, or helplessly groaning in this situation, about all the ways you can drain his money is his form of dirty talk, “yeah, just like that babe. you want me to buy that new phone don’t you? well, take me like the good girl i know you are and work for it.”

he’s so whipped for you it borders on quite cute imo

Viktor

the cocky one

viktor came into new money after selling the patent for one of his inventions

he is well aware that he’s an attractive guy and could have pretty much anyone he wants, but his long work hours aren’t conducive to healthy relationships

so he takes it upon himself to get a sugar baby, no strings attached

has you stay with him in his lab to keep him company - he loves listening to your idle chatter about things he has no interest in

but when it’s you talking about them he’s captivated by every word

likes to call you his “cute lab assistant” and tries to hide how much he likes it when you call him your “handsome scientist”

he fails obviously

he explains extremely complicated topics in a very contrived way, even when he knows he can simplify it for the average person, because seeing the dumbfounded look on your face gets him going

closes down a whole shopping mall just so you can frolic about and shop to your hearts content; oh, don’t worry about all those bags, he has a guy to carry them all so you two can focus on having a nice date ^^

gonna be real, he’s the kind of guy to fuck you against the wall of the changing room, not caring that the bashful shop assistants can hear every single clap of skin slapping against each other and the strangled moans you both let out

buys all the clothes you tried on, you’re too fucked out to notice the looks you get from the workers, and the fact that the clothes might be a bit…dirty 😭

at least he tips them enough to make up for it

sprays his designer cologne on your gifts so you remember who you belong to

playfully suggests you give him a lap dance so he gets his money worth but you both know it was anything but a joke

good thing you love putting on a show for him!

this guy is such a troll, he literally throws money on you and slips bills in between the straps of your underwear as you sensually dance for him in the lingerie he paid for

has to control himself from pouncing on you then and there

he really enjoys the way you can both tease each other and not take things too seriously

masterlist

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ MEALTIME ˎˊ˗ how they give head

⟢ characters : Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Silco, Vander, Vi, Viktor

⟢ warnings : non-specified genitals, head (reader receiving), possible wlw and mlm

˗ˏˋ STARVED ˎˊ˗

They give head as if it was their last time doing so. They're sloppy, getting you and whatever surface is underneath you two wet. Not only that, but they do not fear of getting too messy, in fact it turns them on even more. They'll eat you so long until they're satisfied, often leaving you overstimulated and sore afterwards.

⟢ Jayce Talis, Silco, Sevika, Vi, Vander, Viktor

˗ˏˋ TEASINGLY ˎˊ˗

They're a tease and probably have some sadistic tendencies. Whenever they find themselves having your privates in their face, they can't help but do everything to make you when and beg for them to finally let you finish. And if that wasn't enough, they take great pride in seeing you cry from frustration, even getting turned on by the hot liquid rolling down your cheeks.

⟢ Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Sevika, Silco

˗ˏˋ GENTLE ˎˊ˗

For them, giving you head is solely there to pleasure your needs instead of their own. Which doesn't mean they don't enjoy themselves of course, in fact they find seeing your pleasure contorted face arousing, knowing it's them who gives you all this pleasure and not someone else.

⟢ Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Vander, Vi, Viktor

[puptrefied]

　I personally think vander got used to having quiet, gentle sex and by that I mean grinding through clothes late at night.

doesn't matter the position, he's gonna rub against you and groan into your neck until he cums fully clothed because he doesn't want to risk waking up the kids.

yeah, his underwear and pants end up a mess and so do yours but he can't help it ! if he were to actually fuck you he knows he's gonna be so loud :< like come on, this man is 200cm tall, he is big everywhere which makes having regular sex in secret a bit ( really ) hard.

he's heavy and his movements—as controlled as they can get—are going to make the bed creak anyways; he has tried most positions to help with that issue. doggy? self explanatory, he goes feral. missionary is nice, he gets a full view of how your pussy stretches out to accommodate the thickness of his cock but that makes him lose his mind. sideways will always make the bed move. riding him has an issue similar to missionary, he gets to see and feel you taking him deeper so he can't help but moan loud. ( he's just a man, okay? )

surprisingly it started in a nonsexual situation.

you sitting on his lap, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he stroked your back, nails mindlessly scratching over the fabric of the shirt. comfortable silence in the bedroom as you two cuddled half asleep. he wasn't turned on to begin with, he really planned on holding you close until his mind decided to shut down, but after weeks of no intimacy—both too fucking tired to do more than kisses in bed—a long day at the bar and the kids already asleep leaving you alone… he couldn't resist.

free hand grabbing the plush of your hip to veeeery slowly move you back and forth against his lap, slow enough that it wouldn't ruin the gentle moment. he was a bit worried you'd get mad or something for thinking with his dick in the middle of lovey-dovey time but that quiet hum on his neck and the feeling of you also moving on your own told him enough.

strong arms wrapping around your waist as soon as you take care of the grinding part, holding tight onto you while lazily pressing kisses on the top of your head and whatever place he can reach. he is so clingy he needs to hold you even while fucking. I mean, he has a pretty girl all to himself being a sweetheart, how could he resist?

sure, he wants to feel you wrapped around him all wet and warm for hours but he's more than satisfied with just this for now. ( even if the cum on his boxers isn't so satisfying and pleasurable the next morning once it's dry… )

doesn't matter if now, years later, the kids moved out and powder spends the nights at her hideout more than her own room meaning you both got the house to yourselves. he still needs a little grinding while cuddling every now and then.

“you don't have to stay quiet,” the breathless giggle you let out going straight to his lower belly as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, his hands running up and down your thighs. his own breath arrhythmic at the feeling of you pressing down and moving against his clothed cock, literally makes him throb. the way your body feels even without being naked is heavenly.

“I know,” he groaned into your skin, palm sliding under your shirt to tug you closer. god, how he loves having the love of his life on his lap anytime he wants to. every night, every morning, every evening with no complains. “just...let me enjoy it some more.”

he must have been a damn saint in his previous life to live such a wonderful one today.

masterlist

[xetlynn]

hii i have a little request for ekko like omg i love him so bad

so imagine winter times come around and you an ekko are in your shared room (the firelights bases ofc)

and he sees you shivering under your cover so he comes over and just cuddles all up under you

thennn a few words and giggles are shared and thingss get a little heated between yall and ykyk 🤗

I hope you wanted smut. That’s what I made.

Arcane Imagines- Ekko

Still Cold

⚠️WARNING🔞: SMUTTTT

[arcane] [main page]

Prompt: it’s cold, you need to be warmed up. (Established relationship)

Contains: hand job, oral m! Receiving. Afab. Whimpering, whiny sub Ekko:(

You shiver, wearing a few layers of clothes along with tons of blankets. Your nose practically freezing off since you feel claustrophobic if you put your face under the covers. You hear the door open to you and your boyfriend’s shared room. Steps coming towards you. “You cold or something?” He asks, You just scoff in response like it wasn't obvious.

He snickers, throwing the blankets off of you causing you to whine. “Oh shush, c’mere you big baby.” He climbs into bed, pulling your body on top of his.

”You’re warm.” You mumble, clinging onto him. “I’m so cold.” You complain, he puts the covers back over the both of you. 

“I know a way to make us even warmer.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you shove his face away from your neck before he got the chance to pounce on it with his lips. He got hard before he even got into the bed. “I’m too cold to think about that.” You huff, adjusting yourself on him so you were more comfortable. 

It didn’t help Ekko’s situation though. He needed you badly and you put yourself right over his crotch. He tensed up but nonetheless stayed quiet, rubbing your back to get you warmer. “My body aches from how cold it is.” You wiggle over top of him. Ekko lets out a low, almost inaudible grunt. “Stop moving so much.” He grabs your hips to keep you in place. “Sorry, sorry.” 

A few moments go by and you begin to understand why he told you to stop moving. You feel something poking against your core. Your lips lined into a smirk, deciding to mess with him. “Ekko, massage me again.” You look at him with a pout. His eyes met yours, he seemed extremely nervous. He never wanted to push anything on you, so when you said you were too cold to think about it he stopped and he tried to take the thought out of his brain. 

“Um, alright.” His hands move on your back again, you let out a soft moan, humming into his chest. The vibration only worsening his perverted thoughts. Your digits find his hips, going up and down his body in slow motions. He wanted to stop and shove you off of him. 

You were so soft, such a comforting body he just wanted to explore every part of you. Keep you warm and safe. His member twitches and you chuckle. His face flushes. 

“He sure has a lot to say.” You tease him, not looking at him as your hand goes underneath you, trailing all the way down to the place he needed you most. He lets out a gasp. 

Your smaller hand palms him through his sweatpants. “Pretty girl, please.” He whimpers, he pulls his arms up to his head, watching your focused expression. “You wanted to keep me warm, right?” A smug smile tugging upwards, “my hands are pretty cold.” You go to his ear, kissing it softly as the hand that was once palming him went to the waistline of his pants. “Gonna treat you so well.” You lay your head back down on his chest, moving your body slightly off of him so you could get a better view of your actions. 

Ekko watches as his girlfriend extracts his dick from his clothing agonizingly slow. Spitting on your hand before smearing it on his tip, mixed with his precum. “So cute.” You compliment. 

“Cute?” He huffs, your thumb rubs it over the sensitive mushroom top. “Mhm.” 

He bucks his hips up, desperate for you to touch him more. You take your hand away to shove his hips back down. “Be patient.” You sit up with the blankets over your shoulders. You spread his legs apart enough so you could sit in between them. You yank his pants off half-way, keeping them at his thighs. 

His orbs grow darker by the sight of you on your knees before him. Even though you're clothed up you are the only one to affect him this way.  

“What do you want?” You ask, your fingers dancing around his skin. “Take your shirt off. Please.” He mewls in a soft tone. “Then I’ll be cold.” Your bottom lip puckers out as you give him puppy-dog eyes. “I need to see them, they’re so beautiful.” He begs, his hand going down to his dick, using your spit to pump up and down. “If that’s what my boyfriend wants. I guess I can make some sacrifices.” You take off your sweater along with the tank top that was underneath. Flaunting your breasts. 

“Stop touching yourself.” You prod aside his wrist replacing it back with your palm once again. Stroking his cock while leaning over to pronounce your boobs out. “I was supposed to b-e warming- shit- warming you up.” He stammers, grabbing at your left tit, massaging it gently. “This is warming me up.” You giggle, laying a kiss on the cockhead. He squeezes his eyes shut as your tongue kitten licks him. 

Your hand is still kneading at the base. “I- ohmygooodd.” He groans. “Use your mouth.” He runs a hand on top of your hair, grasping at it. “Not very good manners.” You glance up at him. He holds a breath. “Please use your mouth pretty girl. Please.” He whines like a dog, rutting his hips up only to be knocked back down. “Patience, Ekko.” Your voice was soft but stern.

You’ve never acted like this before, it was new to him. He was normally in control. “Fuck, okay, okay.” He throws his arm over his eyes. You snigger, sticking your tongue out. You smack his cock on it repeatedly until popping it between your lips. Hollowing out your cheeks, sucking on his tip. 

You lower your head until your nose hits his pelvic region. His happy trail tickles you ever so slightly. You go back up then continue at a leisurely state. Frustrating him ridiculously. “[Name] please stop messing with me. I need more.” He tugs at your hair. “Mmmmhmmm?” Your noises pleasuring him. “I’m going to fuck your throat if you don’t do something.” He tells you through gritted teeth. 

The thought of him facefucking you aroused you. You felt the wetness in between your thighs even through all your clothes. You move your heel underneath your cunt. Pressing your butt down to feel the friction as you bob your head up and down on your boyfriend's thick cock. 

Now being more mindful of his needs. The slurping sounds with a mix of occasional gags. You hold onto the top of his thighs as you get faster. Ekko’s toes curling from your skills. He felt like he was about to cum at any moment. His abs tightening, flexing just for you. 

“[Name], pretty girl. I- oh fuckfuckfuck… I’m close.” Once again his pelvis went up. You weren’t expecting it causing your upper torso to contract as you gag. You lift up, his dick falling against his stomach. The saliva and pre-cum dribbling down your chin. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better. I promise.” He implores, his hands wandering on your chest down to your stomach. 

“Fuck my throat.” You vocalise, sounding raspy. “A-are you sure? You don’t have to do it because I mentioned it.” He double checks and you smile, pulling forward by his shirt, kissing him. Your spit and his own liquid smudges across his mouth. 

You drop him back down on the pillows. He plants his feet down on the bed, lifting himself up a tiny bit and you put your mouth back on his dick. “You ready?” He bites his lip, your eyes look up at him. Your cheeks rise, making you seem like you’re squinting to show that you’re smiling. You give him a thumbs up. Both of his hands go to your head. 

He thrusts up into your muzzle, starting off tender you wink at him then his hips begin to accelerate. You hold onto his legs for support. His hands pushing you down as far as you can take him. 

“I’m going to cum! Fu-uuuuck!” He keeps the quick pace. Your pussy spasms at his moans and whimpers he made. “I love you so much, pretty girl. So so so much.” He breathes heavily. “Gonna let me spill into your throat? Swallow it like a good, beautiful girl that you are?” He questions you and you hum out. Slightly nodding your head. “Fuck, that’s my girl.” 

His cock convulses, his tip bruising your uvula. “Ohhh, love you, love you , love…” His voice gets cut off as he cums, his mouth hanging open with no noise coming out. His seed spurting down your throat as your nose pressed against his skin. He restrains you in place until his balls are completely empty. He roughly drops down and you swallow everything before coughing to catch your breath. 

His dick lays limp and his face looks fucked out. “Hope you know I’m not done with you.” You smirk, grabbing his soft cock and he whines, attempting to push you away. “Too sensitive, pretty girl.” He complains. “Mmm I’m still cold though.” 

He tiredly rubs his face realizing how long of a night he was about to have.

[htchnr]

ミ★ the walls come down ꜜ WARWICK!VANDER.

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「 summary,, requested by a lovely anon; could you write a smut fic where Warwick!Vander recognises reader?. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, smut ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ monster fucking ⋆ belly bulging ⋆ creampie ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ kinda of sweet sex(?) ⋆ sappy and cut off aftercare. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨���𝐤 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 😭❤️‍🩹

[zevrra]

—vander’s delight

[mdni, nsfw, smut, fem!reader, p in v peneträtion]

oh, vander loves watching you struggle to take him. he especially enjoys it when you claim you’re going to ride him and he’s not going to lift a single finger to help you, wanting to prove a point. but when your hips are already burning and thighs are beginning to tremble; and you’ve all but taken the tip of his cöck, you’re second guessing your decision.

he takes a puff off of his pipe, smiling as smoke billows from his nose. “ya want some help yet lass?” vander teases. he had known from the beginning that this would eventually happen. well you both knew but your pride to prove you could do it was far greater than knowing you shouldn’t.

“don’t mock me,” you huff in response. your hands sprawled out across his broad chest, pressing almost all of your weight into his body while your knees dig into the mattress. “i’m gonna do this.” you add, hips stuttering as you try and force yourself to take more of him. a groan slips past your lips as you squeeze around the cock currently splitting you in half.

“if you say so,” vander hums, taking another draw off of his pipe. “i’m fine with just enjoying the view.” vander says with a smirk as he trails a large hand up along your thigh. slides his rough and calloused hand right up along your skin until his thumb press into your clit, pulling gently to get a better look as you attempt to take him all on your own.

you could only imagine how puffy your pussy must be; or how red it most likely is from the stretch of his giant cock. and from how soaked you are, you knew you were drooling all along every inch of his twitching shaft. you knew you looked like a mess but at least he got to enjoy watching you struggle.

you grit your teeth, shivering at the feeling of his thumb pushing through the folds of your pussy, but sink down further on his shaft out of spite. “too damn big…” you curse with a moan as you’re stretched out even more. you were half way to your final destination though, which made you feel pretty good.

vander laughs, deep and hearty from within his chest, thumb bumping against your clit once again to send a strike of pleasure through your body. “i’ll take that as a compliment sweetheart.” he says. his pretty eyes glancing up at your pursed lips before trailing back down to your cunt wrapped around him.

you roll your eyes but clench your teeth, beyond determined, as you finally manage to take all of him. bottoming out with a pitiful moan as pleasure burns throughout your lower half. finally stuffed to the brim with his aching cock; flushed fully against his skin that you’re sure you’re leaving a mess all over.

and all he does is chuckle again.

“atta girl.” he praises sweetly. “now it’s time for some real fun.”

[whoreforsexymen]

The VIP Booth | Vander Smut Oneshot 🫗🤎

(Gif creds: me <3)

Pairings: Husband!Vander x Wife!Reader

Pronouns: Fem!Pronouns

Rating: NSFW, 18+, MDNI !! You WILL be blocked! 🤺

Word Count: 3.1k (whoops. got carried away with storybuilding)

Tags: Cunnilingus, Fingering, Face Fucking, Finger Sucking, Hair Pulling, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Established Relationship, etc.

Summary: You coax your husband into eating you out in the only private area The Last Drop has to offer.

Notes: AAAA!! Idk if this idea is ANY GOOD but it came to me in a moment of delusion. The last bit was probably a little rushed, too. SORRYYYY. I’ll make it up to yall later.

Also, tell me I’m wrong when I say that Vander will go to any length to eat some pussy. Do it, cowards. I dare you. YOU KNOW JUST AS WELL AS I DO THAT THIS MAN WOULD HAPPILY DIE WITH HIS FACE IN BETWEEN A PAIR OF THIGHS.

Asks/Request fics are coming soon, as well as a few more special treats for y’all!! Enjoy, my lovelies, & stay tuned. 🤍

(I can see you, minors!! Get outta here 🤺🤺. BACK! BACK, I SAY!)

Inside the walls of The Last Drop, there was one booth unlike any other—a private, exclusive spot tucked away behind the bustling central room. It was a booth reserved for those willing to pay for top-tier service, offering a secluded escape from the usual chaos of the bar’s environment. But as co-owner of The Last Drop—and wife to the main owner—you didn’t need to fork out any cash to reserve it. Especially not on a night like this. No—tonight, luck was on your side. The booth had gone unclaimed by any paying customer.

Truthfully, the undeniably significant feature were its curtains. The enormous maroon tapestries that enveloped the entrance ensured complete privacy, shielding it from prying eyes. After all, that’s what made it the VIP booth—an oasis of solitude amidst the drunken chaos of the crowd.

With the booth left unreserved, its privacy ensuring a rare moment of seclusion, and the crowd blissfully distracted by their own drunken revelry, the opportunity was simply too perfect to pass up. You had concocted a devilish plan—one that had been simmering in your mind all night. It wasn’t just about messing with your husband—it was about messing around with him.

Your overwhelming desire for your husband was impossible to ignore on any given day, but tonight, it seemed even more intense—an insatiable hunger that gnawed at you, its cause elusive and beyond your comprehension. Whatever the reason, it gripped you with a force you couldn't obstruct, leaving you restless and consumed by pure unadulterated lust.

This, naturally, allowed your plan to unfold effortlessly, as if guided by an invisible hand, bringing it closer to fruition.

To carry out your devious plan, you had carefully cultivated the trust of one of the few individuals who worked for you and Vander. They weren’t exactly employees in the traditional sense, but rather a handful of people you kept on the fringes, offering a few coins in exchange for their occasional assistance. Their loyalty was fleeting, bought with small tokens, but it was enough to serve your purpose. Especially in a moment such as this. A seemingly crucial one—at that.

You kept things vague, framing your request as though it were purely concerning a business discussion needing to be had. You asked your employee to discreetly inform your husband that someone was calling him from behind the velvet curtains of the VIP booth. You also made it clear that the employee should mirror your discretion, avoiding any mention of your name or your connection to him.

The employee appeared curious, even somewhat uneasy, at first. That was, however, prior to you slipping a generous cash bonus their way, eliciting their cooperation without room for protest.

"Go on, please," you plead with your unsuspecting employee, your voice laced with a blend of urgency and excitement. "But remember—don’t tell him it’s me."

As the employee slips into the bustling crowd, you struggle to contain the surge of excitement building within you, all while fighting to maintain a sultry—yet composed, demeanor. You adjust your hair, breasts, and clothing, making subtle moves to enhance your allure and mystery. Every gesture is deliberate, designed to keep you as collected and captivating as possible, cultivating an air of intrigue about you as you desperately await the arrival of your beloved husband.

They fulfilled your agreement as you waited—approaching their boss and informing him that someone had entered the VIP booth, insisting on speaking with him directly.

"VIP booth? Thought nobody booked it tonight," Vander remarks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a moment to process the information. Normally, you were the one who handled the VIP booth, and he’d have gladly passed this task off to you—if the employee hadn’t mentioned that the VIP “customer” specifically requested Vander. Looks like he’d have to put on a more hospitable facade and give them what they wanted.

If only he knew just what this "customer" truly wanted from him.

After a series of grunts, groans, and huffs, Vander finally made his way to the booth. After forcing a welcoming smile onto his face, he slowly pushed aside the curtains.

"Sorry for the wait. You wanted to speak to the owner—"

His voice faltered, trailing off faster than it had taken him to summon the words.

You feel your own response threaten to catch in your throat, but you won’t cave. You abandon your nerves.

"Why yes, I did. Although..." you drawl, your tone laced with playful mischief, "...'speak' isn’t exactly at the top of the list of things I want to do to the owner."

Your sultry gaze locks onto his, deliciously teasing. Vander, already an imposing figure, looms even larger from your vantage point in the booth. Seated as you are, you find yourself craning your neck significantly just to meet his eyes, the angle only amplifying his commanding presence.

A slew of unidentifiable emotions cross his face in a mere flash before fading into a singularly—equally mischievous to yours—-expression.

“Well. Seein’ as how you are the VIP patron of the night, how can I oblige you?” He queries, his eyebrow raising once more.

Your heart stutters beneath your breast as his expression shifts, his eyes darkening with a lust-filled intensity that sends a shiver through you. The chemistry between you two never failing to baffle you.

"...Serve me," you murmur, your voice soft yet determined to keep the air thick with seduction.

"And what, if I may be so bold to ask, can I serve you with?" he inquires, his voice dipping low, the provocative edge in his gaze unwavering.

"Your body." you quip, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves stirring in your gut, desperate to make it quiver.

Vander eyes you carefully for a moment, savoring the way your confidence wavers. He deliberately toys with the knowledge of how easily he can unsettle you, his gaze lingering as if relishing every flicker of hesitation you try to hide. A smirk slowly spreads across his mouth—the very one you ached for—his eyes glinting with an all-knowing, deviously sexy twinge. He nods softly, his hand rising to casually caress his beard as he watches you, the tension thick in the air.

“Mmhmm. I see," he murmurs, his tone laced with teasing amusement. "Who am I, if not a man willing to care for his loyal customers?" He phrases simply, the words carrying a heavy, unspoken promise before he moves, gracefully lowering himself to his knees across from you. There’s a moment of silence, the air thick with anticipation, before he slowly begins to push himself beneath the table that had kept you both apart.

You don’t dare look beneath the table, almost afraid to meet his gaze at this moment, unsure of what you might see on his face now that the situation has shifted. The tension coils tighter, each passing second amplifying the anticipation that overwhelmed your senses.

You practically jump at the brush of his shoulders against your shins as he crawls to them, the rush of anticipation making every nerve in your body jolt. The aching desperation pulling through you draws attention to your core as you feel his strong hands gently caress your legs, the heat of his touch settling on your knees, sending a shiver through you. The way your teeth begin to tug at your bottom lip seemed like the only way you could physically process your eagerness.

Vander remains silent, his hands moving deliberately in opposite directions, the gesture designed to spread your legs—yet he did so with enough force to split you down the middle if he hadn’t been careful enough. It isn’t until he successfully parts them that he speaks again.

“No bottoms? My. What a dirty girl you are, my dear customer. What if someone else had walked in here, hmm? Did you plan on flashing your bits to any bloke who popped his head in?” He teases, practically groaning some of his words, the guttural tone an unintentional yet instinctual reaction to the sight of you so bare—-so clearly prepared for whatever scenario it was you anticipated happening in this little corner of the establishment.

It was obvious to your husband, from the way you were reacting, that the possibility of him crawling under the table to bury his face between your thighs hadn’t even crossed your mind. The surprise and hesitation in your twitches and subtle movements told him everything he needed to know.

The distant, familiar chatter of real customers beyond the thin barrier tightened the knot in your stomach, throwing you into the reality of the moment. It became an unrelenting presence, grounding you in the tension that hung in the air. Meanwhile, the hot, damp breath of your husband seethed against the cold slickness seeping from your cunt, a stark contrast that deepened the unease coursing through you.

A shiver ran up your spine, your body trembling as nervous spasms raked through your bones when he edged even closer—his hair grazing your skin in that familiar way you knew so well. It wasn’t uncommon for your husband to spend most of his time down here, yet no matter how often it happened, the anxiety it stirred within you never waned.

You had an even harder time controlling how your body writhed as you felt the warmth of his tongue flush itself against your sopping heat. Your nails pressed into the soft wood of the table, digging in as you braced yourself, your body jerking. The spasms faltered for a moment, your body going rigid once he started violently lapping his tongue against your aching clit. The abrasing way his beard rubbed against the skin of your thighs sent you into a spiral.

You had expected him to fuck you directly on the table, to take you in the way you were used to—but instead, he toyed with you from beneath it, the unanticipated choice leaving you bewildered. You had been aching for what felt like ages, the desperation almost unbearable. It was a struggle to keep your mouth from parting—your head tilting back, eyes closing as your husband began to ease the tension that had gripped you for so long.

All you wanted was to whimper, to cry out for him, but you couldn’t—not with the patrons so close, just beyond the curtains. If he had only fucked you as you’d expected, he would’ve easily pressed a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, as he had in similar situations before. But this time, you knew he had chosen this path deliberately, testing whether you could hold your composure.

It was his unspoken way of making you atone for the ploy you used to get him here. He was a patient lover, understanding that even though you had pulled him away from his work—which he didn’t mind as much as he let on—you were just too eager to be patient. Always attuned to your needs, he was more than willing to satisfy the cravings of his most cherished wife, finding joy in fulfilling your desires—no matter the time or place. The absence of his familiar presence behind the bar, and the slight potential for upsetting customers, felt like a small price to pay in exchange for the chance to fully indulge in you. To unravel and claim you in ways only he could.

His tongue was relentless. He sloppily sucked and licked at your needy clit, his nose rubbing against the mound of flesh above as he devoured you. His hands were as equally hungry as his mouth, and in need of something to grab. He manhandles your legs, draping them roughly over his shoulders, his fingers gripping at your plush thighs as he curls his arms around them. In doing so, he pulled you closer, your back slipping against the booth as he guided you down, drawing you nearer to him with a purposeful force. His cock was begging to be set free from its cloth prison as he sunk his tongue deep into the void of your cunt. The rhythmic, wet sounds became a melody more captivating than any song he'd ever heard, especially when paired with the soft mewls of you struggling to stay collected—and most importantly—silent.

You can both hear and feel his laugh against you, a deep, low chuckle that carries a mix of arousal and amusement, vibrating through you with every huff. He found the way he could make you squirm incredibly sexy, the reaction sparking a deep sense of pride within him. There was something about the ease with which he could unsettle you that thrilled him, and he took great satisfaction in knowing how little effort it took. He knew all too well that it only took something as simple as a certain look to have you coming undone—and right now, he was determined to make you come undone. All over his tongue.

Vander knows just how wild his fingers can make you on their own— yet especially so when paired with the mastery of his expertly quick and thoughtful tongue.

He wasted no time in combining the two, intent on making you crack under the pressure. While Vander didn’t particularly want to be caught by patrons, either—or, for that matter, by one of your employees—his desire to make you scream was always his top priority.

He grips your thighs with more gusto than before, continuing to pull them further apart in hopes of expanding his ‘workspace’. He releases one of them, the fingers of that hand moving to replace the tongue that was working its familiar magic inside you. He doesn’t give you so much as a single moment to collect your thoughts as he makes the exchange, effortlessly ramming and curling two up into your cunt as his tongue continues its prior attack on your clit.

You swore you were seeing stars behind your eyelids, your grip on the table faltering just like your efforts to stay in control. You couldn't even attempt to cover your mouth, not with the relentless—yet unintentional—way your hands found their way under the table, tangling in his hair and gripping with enough force to pull some strands loose.

You greedily buck your hips down to meet the thrusting of his digits, pulling his head as far into your cunt as possible. He doesn’t complain. He never would. Maybe it was his own type of preferred masochism, but he’d consider suffocating and perishing in between your legs in this way, a noble death.

Your toes ache from the force with which you’re curling them, your legs clutching and winding around his shoulders and neck like a python.

By now, you had abandoned all caution, hope, and effort to moan quietly. You were practically screaming over the deliciously knowing way he prodded his thick fingers into your cunt. He had long forgotten to move them in and out. He knew exactly what spot drove you mad, and he made his most conscious effort to curl them into it as rapidly and frequently as possible.

As much as Vander adored your cries, they were truly becoming far too loud. He really didn’t want any curious folks to come wandering in to spoil the moment when you were so close to your inevitable peak. He has no choice but to silence you. With the hand that remained on your other thigh, he removed it from its resting place, reaching up from beneath the table as he gazes up at you. With a smirk against your cunt, and his eyes studying how your head was still thrown back against the booth, eyes shut tighter than a steel trap—-he shoves two of his free fingers into your mouth. Your eyes shoot open. You look down at him, earning a wink from your husband as he smirks harder against your cunt. The eye contact was filthy, in the most erotic way possible. It always made you feel slightly awkward, in an oddly arousing way, when you made such a type of contact with him in the heat of a moment like this.

You willingly sucked on his fingers, now understanding the purpose for his actions after a thoughtful moment. He groans against your cunt, luckily the sound being muffled by how much his mouth was buried into it. Your tongue swirls itself rapaciously around the digits, drool falling from your mouth as you did so. Vander simply can’t tear his eyes away from such a sight. He groans more as you lower your own gaze, your expression deadly with seduction. He was almost pissy that both of his hands were occupied at the moment. He was anxious to palm at his cock, desperate to find friction of his own now.

His tongue and lips were still working their relentless job on your clit, suckling every few seconds amidst the slurping. The way his facial hair brushes against it every now and then almost sends you into hysterics—bordering on a full blown frenzy.

Your legs are quaking, twitching and spasming with every harsh lick to your clit. It was so sensitive, you couldn’t help how it shocked your nerves, causing them all to fire simultaneously. Electricity burned in your veins, desperate to chase your orgasm as it made your hips flick against his mouth faster than he could lap at you.

Your orgasm burrowed itself into the pit of your stomach, commanding you to follow it down to your cunt.

It didn’t take much longer for you to keel over the edge of your impending climax. It burst through you, your legs clamping shut around his face—a move which Vander was used to by now—-hips mindlessly gyrating against his face as you brutally cum around his fingers. Vander can feel your walls clenching and relaxing back to back with each additional thrust he gave, your voice begging to slip past his fingers as you come undone. He thought you had been dripping wet at the start of this—but he had been sorely mistaken. Your arousal was seeping out of you despite his fingers plugging you up.

“Attagirl..” He whispers against you, giving your clit a few final licks before reluctantly pulling away. The grip on his hair finally loosened as your body went almost completely limp. Your breathing came in rapid, shallow gasps, just as desperate as Vander, himself, now was. His cock was so hard, it felt like it was being choked by his trousers. But he had the patience of a saint. He could wait as long as needed for you to collect yourself once again.

“So, was the service to your liking?” he asks, his tone teasing—and entirely rhetorical—as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The fingers that had been in your mouth slide free as he takes a moment to compose himself.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, clearly amused by how speechless you’ve become.

“Just don’t forget to tip your server..” He teases, alluding to the painfully obvious fact, that this situation is far from over.

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving you hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse ver.!

— VIKTOR

He's hesitant at first, worried he might hurt you. But when you guide him with reassurance, he leans into it.

"Are you sure about this?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before his lips leave a soft mark.

He blushes once he realizes what he’s done but can’t help brushing his fingers over the bruise later. The sight of it fills him with quiet pride.

— JAYCE

He's cocky about it. He kisses your neck teasingly before nibbling, his grin evident even against your skin.

"I bet this’ll be hard to hide," he chuckles, clearly satisfied with his handiwork.

He’ll keep admiring the marks he leaves, smirking every time your collar slips and they peek out. "Looks good on you."

— MEL

She's deliberate, taking her time as she presses her lips against your skin, her touch firm yet sensual.

"You’ll carry my mark beautifully," she says, her voice dripping with confidence.

The marks are perfectly placed—just noticeable enough to remind you of her presence without being gaudy. She’ll smile smugly when you catch sight of them in the mirror.

— VI

She's playful, nipping and kissing wherever she can reach, holding you close as she works.

"Oh, you’re gonna look so good with these," she teases, her laughter low and husky.

She’s shameless about it. Every time she catches a glimpse of the marks, she gives you a knowing smirk and a wink.

— CAITLYN

She is shy about it at first, but when you encourage her, she gains confidence.

"I’ve never… done this before," she admits, her cheeks pink as she carefully kisses along your neck.

Once she’s started, though, she’s meticulous, leaving elegant marks that aren’t too obvious. She’s secretly pleased every time you notice them.

— AMBESSA

She doesn’t ask for permission; she claims what she wants with a low growl and firm kisses.

"You’ll wear these as a reminder," she says, her voice heavy with authority.

The marks are bold and unapologetic, much like her. She loves seeing them, a constant reminder of her dominance in your relationship.

— SILCO

He is surprisingly calculated about it. His lips and teeth are careful as he works, leaving dark, deliberate bruises.

"You’ll remember me," he mutters against your skin, his voice low and gravelly.

He smirks every time you catch sight of them, knowing they’re his handiwork. It’s an unspoken claim he’s proud of.

— VANDER

His hands firm on your waist as he leans in to kiss your neck.

"You’re not gonna be able to hide these," he teases, his voice soft and playful.

His marks are large and unmistakable, and he loves seeing them, especially when they make you blush. He takes pride in leaving his mark on you.

— SEVIKA

She's rough but controlled, her lips and teeth working with a confidence that leaves you breathless.

"You’re mine," she growls softly as she nips at your skin, her smirk growing wider with every mark she leaves.

She’s possessive about it, and every time someone glances at your neck, she gives them a smug look, daring them to comment.

[fayesia]

Arcane Twitter Links 18+ Part 2

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༄˖°.🍂🍺🕯.ೃ࿔*:･

Viktor✮⋆˙

۶ৎ dom!viktor letting you ride him as a reward

۶ৎ wet, messy, and stick 24/7

۶ৎ loves to touch and taste

۶ৎ drinks it like its water

۶ৎ free use for him anytime, anywhere

Silco✮⋆˙

۶ৎ reuniting after a week apart on business

۶ৎ older!silco with younger!reader (rip king maybe in another universe you'd get this old)

۶ৎ bonding with silco and vander

۶ৎ 69 in the office

۶ৎ stuffing you full of him

Vander✮⋆˙

۶ৎ first time trying anal

۶ৎ bonding with silco and vander

۶ৎ rubbing his face all in you

۶ৎ catching you using a "replacement" mid bar shift

۶ৎ showing off his strength even in the bedroom

Jayce✮⋆˙

۶ৎ eating it from the back before pounding into you

۶ৎ first time going raw

۶ৎ wrapping all of you in his arms

۶ৎ messy couch time

۶ৎ beard!jayce after returning from the other universe to reunite with you

Mel✮⋆˙

۶ৎ first time with a hextoy

۶ৎ squirting on her strap

۶ৎ bsf!Mel getting closer with you

۶ৎ you both love to play together

۶ৎ relieving her stress after a council meeting

Vi✮⋆˙

۶ৎ playing in the shower

۶ৎ just her fingers

۶ৎ wake up call

۶ৎ netflix and chill

۶ৎ 69

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

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]

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

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ X-RAY ˎˊ˗ how the guys look like beneath clothes

⟢ characters : Ekko, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Viktor

⟢ warnings : graphic described dick headcanons

˗ˏˋ EKKO ˎˊ˗

⟢ 17.5 cm (6.8 inch) when hard, grower not shower

⟢ average thickness, slightly curved to one side, cut

⟢ trimmed at most

⟢ cum is liquidy and white-translucent, tastes a tad bit bitter and salty

⟢ #402218 shaft, #631d14 tip

˗ˏˋ JAYCE TALIS ˎˊ˗

⟢ 25 cm (9.8 inch) when hard, shower not grower

⟢ above average thickness, curved upwards, uncut

⟢ shaved or trimmed depending on mood

⟢ cum is thick and white, tastes a bit salty but also sweet

⟢ #704a35 shaft, #6e2d29 tip

˗ˏˋ SILCO ˎˊ˗

⟢ 21 cm (8.2 inch) when hard, shower not grower

⟢ average thickness, not curved at all, uncut

⟢ sometimes shaved but often just trimmed

⟢ cum is slightly liduidy, tastes very bitter

⟢ #82645a shaft, #824f4e tip

˗ˏˋ VANDER ˎˊ˗

⟢ 29 cm (11.4 inch) when hard, grower and shower

⟢ way above average thickness, not curved at all, uncut

⟢ neither trimmed nor shaved unless asked

⟢ cum is very thick and tasted very salty

⟢ #87604c shaft, #733737 tip

˗ˏˋ VIKTOR ˎˊ˗

⟢ 19 cm (7.4 inch) when hard, shower not grower

⟢ slightly under average thickness, slightly curved to one side, cut

⟢ trimmed at most but often unshaved

⟢ cum is liquid and translucent, tastes sweet and slightly bitter

⟢ #b08b76 shaft, #c7786d tip