Summary: After a shower on a difficult day, you return from your steamy bathroom to your room, just to find Jasper and Alice waiting. They stumble into a small ritual of survival. A childhood reward jar becomes a symbol of hard-won victories, quiet pride, and being deeply seen. Sometimes, making it through the day is enough.
Pairing: Alice Cullen x Jasper Hale x ftm!reader » ( polyamory )
Content Warnings: non-graphic mentions of gender dysphoria，depression，mental health struggles. fluff，hurt/comfort，domestic，praise.
Word Count | Characters: 1106 | 6460
Author's Note: English isn’t my first language, so please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes! I did run the text through a few correctors, but you never know with those.
I also tried my best to keep the characters accurate, though I’m basing them only on the movies and not the books, so they might feel a little different from their canon versions. Still, I thought they would fit this scenario well.
Please be kind with feedback! I’m always open to constructive criticism and tips since I’m still learning. And of course, this is just my interpretation of the characters and the scenario—so if it’s not your cup of tea, feel free to just scroll past.
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The steam from the bathroom clung to your skin, a humid halo that followed as you cracked the door open. You stepped into the bedroom, scrubbing a towel over your damp hair, clad in your favorite worn-soft pajama pants, and a loose t-shirt. You felt clean and fresh, which was a victory in itself on days when that heaviness tried to glue you to the bed.
As always, you expected an empty room. Instead, you walked into a frozen, predatory grace. Jasper was leaning against your dresser, arms crossed, his posture deceptively relaxed. He was the stillness before a storm, golden eyes tracking your movement with a softness that belied his nature. Alice, on the other hand, was sitting cross-legged in the center of your bed like a pixie on a mushroom, holding a big crystal-clear jar with both hands.
“You’re out,” Alice chimed, her voice like wind chimes in a gale—bright, sudden, and impossible to ignore.
“I told Jasper, you’d be exactly forty-two seconds longer than usual because you were debating the conditioner.”
“You’re lurking.” You said, almost matter-of-factly, blinking—squinting at them, maybe—while dropping your towel onto the hamper beside your door frame.
“We’re waiting,” Jasper corrected, his voice a low, honeyed way that seemed to make you vibrate. He uncrossed his arms and drifted toward you—not walking, just appearing closer. He stopped a foot away, inhaling gently, letting your calm, post-shower emotions wash over him.
“You feel better. Lighter.” He pointed out lowly, softly.
“I do,” you admitted, running a hand through your damp hair. You looked past him to Alice, who was inspecting the glass jar as if it contained something more interesting than candies and mini chocolates.
“And that… put that down, Alice.”
“But it’s fascinating,” Alice said, tilting her head. The jar was packed with colorful foils, twists, and wrappers—a chaotic rainbow against the glass.
“It has such a specific history. I can see you years ago, reaching for it. I can see your mother filling it up.” She looked up, her topaz eyes wide.
“It screams 'reward'.”
You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips as you walked over to the bed.
“It is. Mom started it when I was a teen. When my depression was at its peak.” You joked, just for your own sake. It was still a bit challenging at times.
“For the days when existing felt difficult, you know… getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, showering.” You gestured to your damp hair.
“We call them: 'small victories'.” You said softly, making quotes in the air with your fingers. A bit of a smile peeked through your lips.
Jasper moved up behind you, his chest brushing your back, like a solid, cool wall of marble. His hands came up to rest lightly on your waist, grounding you, holding you.
“There is nothing small about fighting a war inside your own head, darlin',” he murmured, his nose grazing the curve of your neck.
“The emotional resonance attached to that glass… It's pride. Hard-won pride.” He said softly, voice hitting your neck, making you shiver in the spot because of the sensation.
Alice grinned, popping the lid off the jar. The sound of the seal opening was loud in the quiet room.
“And sugar. It’s also sugaring. Which is the best delivery system for pride.” She held the jar out to you, shaking it slightly, so the contents rattled—a small ocean of bright colors and sweet tastes.
“Go on. You showered, put on clothes, and faced the mirror. Take one.”
“I feel like I'm being conditioned like a Pavlovian dog,” you muttered, but you reached in. Your fingers brushed against the cold glass, digging through the layers of hard candies and chocolates. You pulled out a fruit chew—strawberry, bright red wrapper with yellowish dots all around.
“Good choice,” Alice said immediately.
“That was the one I was going to suggest.”
“Of course it was,” you said, unwrapping it. You popped the candy into your mouth, the burst of artificial sugar and nostalgia hitting your tongue. It tasted nothing like a strawberry, but it was good nonetheless.
“Can I?” Alice asked, her eyes glittering. She didn't really eat, not like you did, but she was fascinated by the ritual of it.
“Go ahead.” Alice’s hand darted in—a blur of pale motion—and retrieved a shiny, foil-wrapped caramel. She didn't eat it; she just held it, turning it over in her fingers, delighting in the texture, and how it shone in the dim light of the room and the near end of the day.
Jasper, however, hadn't moved from your back. He was soaking up the feeling of the room—the domesticity, the acceptance. You could feel his restraint, the way he held himself perfectly still so as not to startle you, treating you like something precious and breakable—which it was kind of true.
“Jasper?” You asked, turning in his hold to face him.
He looked down at you, his expression pained in that beautiful, tragic way of his, softened by an immense amount of affection.
“I don't require sugar,” he said softly.
“Your emotions are sweet enough right now. Contentment suits you.”
“Take one anyway,” you said, reaching back into the jar Alice was still holding. You fished out a peppermint—simple, classic, strong, kind of suited him. You held it up to him.
“For waiting. And for not making fun of my coping mechanisms.” Jasper’s lips quirked up, a rare, genuine smile that reached his eyes. He took the candy from your palm, his cold fingers lingering against your warm skin. He didn't unwrap it. He just held it.
“To the victor go the spoils,” Jasper whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. It was cold, hard, and perfect.
“You two are ridiculous,” you mumbled, chewing your strawberry candy, face heating up.
“We're yours,” Alice corrected, hopping off the bed to stick to your back, leaning her head on your shoulder, and leaving you in between them both, perfectly sandwiching you.
“And now that you're showered, fed, and praised… I foresee a movie marathon. I picked the films already.”
“Let me guess, I'm going to love them?” You asked, looking between the vampire who saw the future and the vampire who felt your heart.
Jasper chuckled, a low rumble against your body.
“You're already excited about them, and she hasn't even told you the titles yet.”
“Yeah, yeah. Come on then.” You rolled your eyes, still holding the candy wrapper like it was some kind of trophy. Maybe it was.
The jar went back on the nightstand, catching the soft light of the sun finally setting.
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oughh my god i love the creepypastas x transmale reader thing you did so so much literally no one does it ever thank you so much for ur service
thinking aboutof tim and brian eating transmale reader out and making out on his tdick,,,😵💫😵💫 please bro please
Thank you!! and I think the same... I find so little transmale!readers blog and thingies.
I LOVED this idea... all though I don't know if you meant it in a threesome way, so I made it like each individual scenario, but if you'd like one with the two of them, I ain't complaining.!!
Before you read: pre-established, transmale!reader, overstimulation.
includes: Tim Wright/Masky and Brian Thomas/Hoodie.
TIM WRIGHT/MASKY
Clothes and arms all together, hot mouths making obscene sounds as Tim holds you by the waist and drags you to the bed, slowly making you lay on your back, taking your shirt off and taking his shirt off, sitting on top of you on the bed. He started, slowly, dragging soft and lewd kissing through your bare torso, taking special attention to your chest, to keep going lower, lower, and lower.
“Open your legs for me, yeah?” There is no confrontation or doubt, you slowly spread your legs apart as he starts messing with your pants, slowly taking them off, noticing the wet spot in your underwear. “This wet already? Just by kissing?”
“Tim…” You blush, looking away for a brief second, taking aback with a gasp by a wet feeling on your already wet intimacy, finding him kissing on top of your underwear, mischievous grin on his face. “Stop it,”
“Stop what?”
“Being a tease. Just do it,” You rested your forearms on the bed to look at him a little better, feeling already desperate.
“I ain’t getting what you’re saying,” He kisses on your inner thigh, slightly sucking, softly, brushing his lips to give you goosebumps that go straight to your lower abdomen. “Use your words, c’mon, you’re a big boy, you can do it.”
The way he said that made you feel small and hot all over, his mouth still in your thighs as his eyes didn’t get away from yours, way too attentive, way too teasing.
“Please,” You said softly, red mess all over “Please, just, make me feel good. I need you.”
“See? Not so hard, good boy.” You whimpered softly at the praise, as Tim slowly started taking your underwear off, pulling it to the floor to be immediately distracted by the wet mess you were in between your legs. “You smell so good,”
Tim dived right in. He didn’t stall, and it was amazing how his tongue did his work over there, sucking, kissing, licking and leaving it wetter than it was before. You knew he was a tease, and you knew he wasn’t sucking on your t-dick because he didn’t know where it was, but he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to make you last and make you beg for it. His tongue did slow circles around it, sucking slowly and deeply when he wanted to, for when it started feeling heavenly, he moved to kissing your lips and your entrance, getting his tongue inside. He moved his hand upwards to your face, getting two fingers inside your mouth, making you suck on them. And you did, slowly, obscenely as you softly moaned with your mouth stuffed, your legs getting around Tim’s shoulders.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” He moved away from your crotch, chin shiny from how wet it was, looking at you. “Just like that,” You looked him straight in the eyes as you sucked on his fingers, slowly, crotch aching at the air and the absence of something warm, Tim’s mouth.
He took the fingers out of your mouth and went back, sucking and kissing all over, but, getting one finger inside of you with ease, curling it inside of you and making slow movements, the feeling of it hitting your sweet spot appearing in a warm fade and accumulating on your lower abdomen. Everything was too much now, especially with Tim’s mouth sucking perfectly on your t-cock, kissing and getting it as far as it could go inside his mouth. You arched your back, falling back into the bed and moaning Tim’s name. You felt your orgasm start to arrive and it was gonna be so soon, and so quick, that you knew it was gonna be a long night.
BRIAN THOMAS/HOODIE
You were laying down, mouths into each other, a slow, soft make out as Brian’s hand travelled from your cheek, slowly tracing your arm, and getting to hold your thigh, gripping it softly and massaging it. You held him by the face, caressing his cheek and getting your body to touch Brian’s, not wanting to move away.
“Mgh…baby,” Brian groaned into your mouth, pulling you on top of him, holding you by the waist, making you straddle him, his hands moving towards your hips to pull you even closer. “You taste so good, baby,” He pulled away briefly, moving towards your neck.
“Hm?” You said, dazed, your body a hot mess as you felt the heat going down in your body.
“Let me eat you out,” He said softly, close to your ear, sucking into a weak spot beneath your ear and making you gasp, closing your eyes. “I’ll make you feel good.”
“Yes, please,” You begged, throwing your head back and enjoying the feeling of Brian’s mouth on your neck.
He insisted on you moving your crotch towards his face, practically, sitting in his face. He pulled your pants and underwear before that and made you position yourself with your legs open, sitting with your knees on the bed on top of his face, an enthralled look in his eyes. He started kissing your thighs, holding you there still as his hands found your eyes, caressing and gripping. You could barely look him in the eye, the embarrassment of being in this position was too much and Brian enjoying it was even more embarrassing, but still, you knew that when he ate you out, it was the best orgasm you had.
It took you by surprise when Brian gave a long suck into your small cock, slow and torturing, eyes fixated on your expression, breaking you out of your train of thought. He gripped your skin and meat as he slowly made out with your crotch, kissing and sucking every inch of nerve he could reach, which was everything. The worst part—or the best—was that in this position, you could barely move properly, when it was too much, or when you needed more. He had you pinned by holding your thighs with his arms and ass with his hands, mouth still on your intimacy as he moved his tongue obscenely, circling and sucking deep.
“Fuck– Brian, please,”
“Atta boy. I like that, I wanna keep hearing you.” He said, blowing a little bit of wind playfully to your t-cock and making you shudder, looking down at him and his teasing grin. You messed his hair up and he chuckled, low and deep.
“Stop teasing me, you litt—ah.” Another deep, sucking kiss in your crotch that made your head drop, arching your back and your hips sway towards his face, needing more, and at the same time wanting to pull away.
“Can’t believe I didn’t notice this way to make you silent when you’re mean to me.” He joked, pausing shortly to keep sucking and kissing, making you moan and shudder.
“Very…mngh…funny—” You could barely manage to formulate phrases, slowly moving your hips at the rhythm of Brian’s movements in your crotch, heat all over you, body sweating and aching for the bliss of the orgasm. It seemed so close, at your fingertips, and the man beneath you seemed to be extending it more than it should.
He teases, extends, grips your ass and thighs, marks it with his fingers, getting his tongue inside you with his nose touching your skin, everything is too much and your worry about maybe cutting his oxygen turns into nothing when you see how much he enjoys it, maybe a little bit more on how good it makes you feel.
If you have any more requests, go ahead!!! I am having FUN with these...
Ronin making you ride his thigh with only your undergarments on. Making you make a mess of the fabric and his jeans. He's grinning like the bastard he is the entire time, commenting and "complaining" about how you've practically ruined his favorite pair of jeans. Obviously, he's fucking with you, the man gets blood and oil on him all the time, your essence wouldn't be any harder to wash out. One hand is gripping your hip like his life depended on it, the other propping his head up. He's watching you get worked up and get yourself off on him, clearly making him want more. His eyes are lit with lust and a desire to corrupt you further than he already has. But, for now, he's content watching your expression shift and tighten up, listening to your pleads or shaky breaths and feeling your thighs twitch around his. He's half tempted to bounce his leg suddenly, half tempted to hold your hips down so you're stuck with no movement for a second. Only when he feels half his upper leg soaked will he take you properly right there on the couch.
Sebastian was looking for items resulted in seeing you
— Sebastian actually doesn't do that, he just comes across them and uses it for sales
Warnings: Non human reader; Reader is 11'4, taller than Sebastian!!; Reader has a small tail, that's hidden under there clothes; Reader isn't naked, you have clothes on yay!!; You have 4 extra eyes from being mixed with a spider; Bad words, again
Here's a body reference I drew, with a mouse!! ^_^ It's not that good but i tried my best ,^^ the tiny text says spider
“Ugh, these doors are so small”.. You thought.
You had to crouch through them, every. Single. Time. Why not bust out of a window? You looked at the wide glass to your left, thinking. Yeah why not.
Jumping through it, you realized that those were really weak windows. They might as well have been just the wall if they were really that weak! You would think that they were tempered at least.
You swim and swim, occasionally stopping to peer into the rooms. Sometimes you’d even knock on the windows to look at the squiddles. The other monsters never appeared, but those ones did.
After passing through many walls and windows, you look into another room. Seeing a tall humanoid like creature just sliding through.
Wait what.
You do a double take, not expecting another one to look like you.
Slightly swaying your legs, you move towards the glass. Putting your hands on it. You can only see the backside of him, looking him up and down. Just out of interest and curiosity.
He stops searching through the drawers and turns to his side, not seeing you. He moves to the next room, and you move right with him. It seems like he’s looking for items.
He looks at the window anddd.. Flinches back, with his palm facing you right in front of his chest. You hear his mumbled yell through the glass.
You wave.
As if you didn’t just startle him.
Smiling really wide, just no teeth showing, your small tail wagging.
You hear him curse. Uhm.. You move to the side and break the window with your fist,
“Oops” You say after putting your head through the hole.
Turning your head, you were going to say hello, but he was gone! You break through the window using your whole body, and fix it up with your… Powers!
“Come back”! You shout, crawling through the doors, each time you did, you saw him.
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”!!
That wasn’t a very good first meeting, but it happened again. You saw him again. And again. And again. You know the drill by now yeah?
By the fourth time, he wasn’t phased.
Sigh, “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something”?
“How? I just want to see you”!
His face scrunches in confusion, “What”.
“I said I just wanted to see you! You’re only making yourself more mad with that temper of yours”.
His face fell monotone, ignoring you as he slithered through the doors.
You followed right behind him, or next to him. He didn’t want you behind him just in case you decided to do something dirty.
You observe him everytime he searches through the drawers, checks under them, and looks through the lockers.
While he was searching through a drawer, you asked a question.
“Why do you search for the items ‘n stuff”?
He closes the drawer, standing up. He turns around to face you.
“Why are you still here with me”?
“You didn’t answer my question”.
“You didn’t answer mine”.
You giggle, “You’re funny, Sebastian”.
He looks surprised that you even know his name, clenching his fists he yells out—
“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”?!
Now it’s your turn to look surprised.
“From a certain shark”.
He scowls, ‘Dang it Eyefestation’.
“Anywho now that I answered yours, you answer mine”.
“You still didn’t answer my other question”.
“Then let’s take turns”.
You two stared at each other. Each stares having different meaning.
One with danger, confusion, and a small chance of fear.
The other with interest and sincerity.
One not being able to tell if it’s a mask.
The other being able to tell that One is scared.
“... Fine. It’s for my shop that I hold for the other players. Now what about you? Why are you still here with me”?
“Well it’s because I find you quite interesting really. I haven’t seen any other creature—”
‘Creature’?
“— Like you. You seem kinda on edge and I want to get to know you. Personally, I think you have a very kind heart”.
‘Kind heart? What the hell are you even saying’..
Your smile stays on your face, not once lingering. Your left hand gently grips your right wrist while both arms are behind your back. You sway side to side.
“Is your question answered Sebastian”?
“Don’t call me that”.
“Then what should I call you”?
“... Solace. Call me Solace”.
“Oh that’s a nice name. It kind of matches with your icy nature”.
Ughh. He verbally groaned. He slithered over to the next door, going through it, with you of course, following behind him.
Going through a few more doors, you ask—
“Can I see your shop”?
“Yeah fine, whatever. There’s no point since you probably don’t have any data anyways”.
“You use data as a currency? For what”?
“You ask—... Nevermind, yeah, I do. It’s so I could blackmail Urbanshade”.
He halfway turns his head to look at you, stopping.
“You’re not going to use that against me, a- are you”?
‘Shit’.
Your smile falters, realizing that he’s serious. And afraid.
“Of course not! I don’t even know what that is anyways”. You smile.
His mouth slightly opens, surprised.
“You- You’re not one of their experiments”?
“No! I was born like this! My parents were the experiments, but then I escaped”.
Sebastian didn’t say anything. How could you say that so— so happily?! A- And right in front of him too! You two just met h- how could—... How could you trust him so EASILY?!
After a bit of silence, you moved on.
“Anywayss!! I wanna see your shop! Show me”!
You walk ahead, leaving Sebastian standing there by himself baffled. Before he shakes his head and continues to move.
Eventually you two find his shop and you chill.
You see his documents on the table and question him, asking who’s documents are those. He tells you that they’re his.
“Can I buy em”?
“You got 1000 data”?
“I got my backstory”!
“... Sorry, data’s the only currency”.
“Oh man :(”
I read all of this and this seems like a quick read :(
Older Leon with a younger (TRANSSSSSS) boyfriend who loves decorating everything he could possible own in stickers. His motorcycle? Stickers. His phone? Stickers. His wallet? You already know.
Older Leon with a sweetheart of a boyfriend who draws him warm baths with vanilla scented soaps and the softest, most luxurious hair products known to man. His aching muscles and cracked bones can literally reform in real time when he sinks in.
Older Leon who struggles to get it up but his boyfriend doesn't even care because he WILL peg Leon. He's whimpering and drooling into the sheets feeling pathetic yet his limp dick is constantly drooling to the feeling of his ass stretching.
Older Leon who practices his dad jokes on his boyfriend before anyone else and gets the dumbest expressions back to him. His darling tries to hold back his laughter, but that cocky smirk and dumb fucking stance has him laughing.
Older Leon who keeps his parents wedding ring safe and secure, who's been waiting for the perfect one for decades now and he's certain he's found him.
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Vander x ftm!reader | fluffy, NSFW, slight angst | there's some plot at the end | reader has had top-surgery & bottom growth | versatile. bottom. reader | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 5k
warnings: r! is a prostitute, brothel mentioned, mentions of addiction, spanking, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick/cock, terms like boypussy, pussy, boycunt, cunt are used)
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authors note: you guys have @strayjester to thank for this because of the thirst we had for this fine-ass single dad...
*song on repeat: Billie Boss Nova by Billie Eilish
*YN is described as being shorter than Vander in this fic.
He’s getting that itch under his skin again. Muscles aching and throat begging for the soothing burn of addictive smoke. Vander tosses a rag on his shoulder, scratching at his beard as he fixes his posture. His skin feels stretched thin, aching for a salve to fill the crevices and drought; his ears muffle the bar, and the song playing floats into his ears.
The playful percussions, the whispering tone of the singer, and the sighs of the adlibs remind him of the fairytales of fairies, sirens, and boys in masks in nothing but a see-through robe.
Vander straightens up, briefly glancing over at the doors of the bar. The underground doesn’t get sunlight, but like a dog, he knows when people are starting to head back home. The crowd in here was mostly gone, some were passed out in the booths and some intently eating sunflower seeds in their corner. He’d have to clean it up and make sure the tables weren’t sticky, and the floor needed a good sweep too.
Impatientness grows in him. Vander sighs, pouring himself a shot of something to reinvigorate him, and slams the glass down. It startles the man at the bar enough to have him reach for his coins, the rest get the same hint.
“You look like you need a nightcap," Spider mutters. Vander thinks it’s ridiculous for people to call the seamstress such an intimidating name when she vehemently despises the arachnids, but it stuck and she has no choice but to embrace it. She has the courtesy of bringing her bowl of opened sunflower seeds and an empty glass to him instead of just stumbling off.
But Vander knows it isn’t exactly out of the kindness of her heart.
It flatters him that she finds him attractive. Really, it does. She was a beautiful woman and a capable one too. But Vander is tired and truly, he doesn’t want his rendezvous to be chattered on about everywhere. His kids didn’t need to hear about any of it.
“Aye’, that I do. Thankfully, I own a bar,” she chuckles and reaches forward to swat at his shoulder. Vander just smiles, taking her dishes and placing them elsewhere so his back is turned to her.
“It’s not good practice to drink your own stock,” Spider places her elbows on the table and Vander doesn’t need to spare a glance to know her breasts are on display too. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, and most likely won’t be the last.
The song ends with a soothing croon from the singer and Vander’s cock twitches in his pants as he spots the business card stuck between the frame of the mirror.
“Ya’ sober enough to make your way back safe?” Spider’s brows pinch and she mutters, gluing her gaze on Vander’s face as he pulls the rag down to wipe the table. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
Vander nodded, bidding her a good night she simply replied with a wave. She was the last to leave through the front door and Vander manages to not groan in relief at the click he hears.
‘ Hurry! ‘ A voice tells him.
It’s early in the morning now, the window is closing but he can’t possibly leave the bar in this state. He’ll be the one regretting it when he opens tonight. Vander imagines he must’ve looked a bit dumb as he stares at the state of the bar when Vi appears at the top of the stairs.
“What?” Vi tilts her head at him but gestures loosely to the tables and chairs.
“I said I can clean it, you look...tired.”
He sighs, squeezing the back of his neck. “What’re you doing up so early, Vi?” she shrugs which is a non-answer but pushes through the doorway and meanders behind the bar. Her head pops out and she places the iron bucket of cleaning supplies. Vander walks to her, handing her the rag as he reaches for a broom.
“Vander, I can clean the place just fine,” she huffs. “All by yer’self? S’gonna take ya’ forever,” he’s jesting but she finds no humor in it. The girl crosses her arms as she glares up at him. A part of him wants nothing more than to dash out of here, to find that salve he desperately is aching for, but there was no way he could leave his daughter to clean up by herself just because he wanted to get his dick wet.
“Dude, just go,” Vi grabs the bucket and rag and marches to the tables. He frowns a bit, crossing his arms as he contemplates it.
“Ya’ couldn’t sleep?” Vi shakes her head. “Nope! Milo was snoring and Claggor kept moving in his sleep. Powder must be tired because she’s sleeping through it with no problem.” Vi’s always been a light sleeper. Most of the people in the underground were.
But Vander just needs to ask; “Ya’ sure it wasn’t the nightmares?” Vi pauses in her wiping and Vander watches her face as she sends him a pouty expression.
“Yes, I’m sure. I haven’t had one of those in forever anyway — just go rest, old man. I can wipe down tables and sweep floors by myself.”
“Are you sure — “
“Dude!”
The path he takes is always quiet. Hidden between tight alleyways and old wires hung too low — he rarely saw characters here other than the occasional cat or shady hooded figure but that was a normal sight anywhere.
The back of the building is less glamorous than the front but not out of neglect. It was purposefully made that way — fewer lights, fewer signs, and fewer girls spilling from the door. But he peeks up from the hood of his jacket and he sees the voyeuristicly lit windows. The shadows of bodies behind the thin curtains, the seductive glow and thrum of the others. The back door is not locked, it's just made to look that way so people feel dirtier pushing the heavy door open.
He hears a whistle and his cock honestly to god jumps at the sight of your naked shoulders. Your mask was askew, your hair messed up, and smears of lipstick on your lips, and your skin; Vander is envious of the cigarette holder you have in your grip.
When your lips wrap around it he feels the exhaustion melt away. Plumes of purple smoke pour out from your mouth; “Had a feeling you’d be comin’ over."
Vander laughs, moving to the door with his eyes still on you. “Yeah? Just knew, did ya’?”
You nod, placing your chin in your palm as he opens the door.
“Yeah. My ass has been wanting a good stretch the whole day, only gets that way when you’re comin’ over.”
' Coming over ', you make it sound like he’s a teenage boy sneaking through your window. Vander says nothing as he walks in and you grin at it. His silence was good — it meant he was going to give it to you just how you wanted. You finish the cigarette and slip the curtains close.
Vander liked his privacy after all.
The hallways are familiar, but he still thinks the wallpaper is a bit too busy and the creak in the floorboards should have been fixed. Saying it out loud feels a bit shameful. After all, how often would he have to come over to recognize these things?
He passes by a doorway guarded with beaded curtains and he ignores the moans of the woman who is being devoured by another. The doorway next to it has the sounds of leather rubbing against leather so he peeks as he passes by to see it shines under the low lights.
Reaching the stairs, Vander is greeted by Sevika lip-locked with another woman. He lowered his head, hoping she was too busy fingering her to notice. At the landing, there’s a wall of hooks, and on each of them held a mask of an animal. They differed in all sorts of sizes, and materials, each handcrafted by different artists. Customers wear them if they’d like but it was a must for employees.
The allure, the secrecy, the seductive notion of masked strangers sucking your cock, blah blah blah.
He grabs the wolf mask, slipping it on with ease, as he climbs the rest of the stairs. He misses Sevika staring at his back with squinted eyes.
“D’you know him?” she asks. The girl in the doe mask pants but eyes Vander’s frame through the wooden bars of the stairs.
“Him? Oh, he’s a regular. Secretive, and never lets anyone else see his face other than the Fantastic Mr. Fox.”
That makes Sevika snort.
“(Y/N)? He only comes here for him?” She can’t exactly blame the man. You were a talented little beast. Hands, mouth, feet, cunt, ass — every part of you was made with pleasure in mind. She enjoys having you in a headlock as she pounds into your asshole, enjoys your tongue inside of her and your filthy little words.
But just for you?
This pleasure house had a gaggle of beasts for him to lay with. Hairy beasts with cocks just as big as their arms who enjoy plowing and being plowed. Demure little nymphs with a talent to make people beg for their cocks to be stepped on or to cry in pleasure. Tall beasts, short beasts, catering to every need and fetish a man could have.
“There’s a betting pool,” the Doe says. Sevika turns to face her as the masked man enters the hallway leading to your room.
“About?” Sevika pulls her fingers out to pull away the negligee and kneads at her small breast. She shudders, arching her back into her but continues;
“The Wolf and The Fox. That he’s smitten, maybe even a bit obsessed.” Sevika scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pinches Doe's perk nipple between her fingers,
"Poor bastard."
"I think it's — ah — cute," Doe retorts as she squeezes Sevika's biceps. "To you maybe, a smitten customer gets you more coin," Sevika grunts out, her tone light despite it.
"Falling in love with a whore is just stupid."
"You saying you don't love me, Daddy?" Doe pouts her lips. Sevika chuckles as she lowers her head to nibble on it. "I'll love you tonight, baby. Think that'll be enough?"
The door has the symbol of your mask, painted in gold. It's ajar, a sliver of light lighting the carpeted floors and Vander rolls his shoulders as he pushes the door open.
Your room is heavy with the smell of incense. There's thudding against the walls, moans of pleasure echoing despite it being muffled. Vander's shoes make no noise. The carpets on the floor provide more than just comfort. Discretion. This room and the others on this floor are all for high-paying customers.
He closes and locks the door behind him. He reaches for his mask but your voice stops him.
"Keep it on," you push yourself off the door frame, the beads clattering softly, and Vander tits his head at your sashay. Your mask was left on the bed, leaving your face bare, and Vander cocks a brow as he looks down at you.
"One of those nights?" His hands settle on your waist. The size of them, the roughness that's felt through the silk of your robe, it makes your grin stretch wider.
"You got other ideas, Vander?" you muse.
"Was hopin' to kiss ya'," he huffs.
The grip on your ass lurches you forward further into his broad chest. Vander's eyes are heavy, the shadows attempt to hide the desire but it's futile. He's kneading, hitching you up higher until you're barely on your toes.
Head tilting, he leans in. Your head floats away, hands still gripped onto his shirt as he chases and you don't give in.
"(Y/N)," his tone suggests a warning. But it's amusing. Here you are, in his arms. His strength keeps you in place and in the air; the mask is akin to a muzzle. Except he's fully capable of taking it off if he wishes.
The fact that you asked for him to keep it on is not lost to you. Your words alone held so much power over him. You place his neck between the gap of your thumb and pointer finger, barely there pressure keeping him still despite the yearning in his eyes.
"You're exhausted, big guy. Long day, yeah?" Vander nods at your words.
"Lay down on the bed. I'll make you feel good."
He hesitates for a moment. But your feet find the floor again and he begrudgingly parts. When he walks past you, you follow behind him. He pauses when you reach for the front of his pants, looking at you from over his shoulder.
"Take off your clothes for me, baby."
Your bed is shaped in a semi-circle. The curtain around it was drawn all the way back. There's a mountain of pillows and bolsters that welcome Vander's naked frame as he settles on it.
The trail of his clothes on the floor has your silk robes accompanying you as you stand at the end of the bed.
Vander tilts his head, widening his legs and stroking his hairy thighs. Leading your eyes to the thick dick that's already at full mast.
"Damn," you whistle. The bed dipped under the weight of your knee. "I know I'm good looking but you can't be that hard from just 5 seconds of laying your eyes on me."
He can't tear his gaze from you. From the marks on your face to the state of your hair; the bare skin that he loves to bruise and mark up — despite being told by you it's not exactly encouraged — Vander is convinced you're not real sometimes.
The arcane has been long gone now. Yet, here you are. Living, breathing, proof that its remnants linger in pumping hearts and honey-sweet skin. With just your voice, you make his knees buckle and his cock strain through the material of his pants.
Just the whisper of your name has his entire day derailed as he thinks and thinks and thinks of you.
Oh, (Y/N).
You're his undoing.
Gooseflesh spread at your touch and Vander groans as you settle yourself between his legs. That haunting touch makes its way to his crotch, ghosting along his aching rod, up his soft stomach, and towards his chest. It rests there and his heart threatens to escape his ribcage. The heat from your cunt has him sighing and settling his hands on the arch of your back. It makes you chuckle.
"Please, darlin'," he begs, "I been needing you so badly. All day."
There's no way you can deny him. Not when your cock jumps at the airy tone he has, that gravelly husk that comes with it. It peeks up, just as hard as his. He can feel it drag along his own and he tightens his grip on you.
"Yeah?" You nose at his neck, trailing your painted lips down. The hairs on his chest tickle your cheek when you place your face there, breathing against his perk nipples.
"Shit, yeah. Can't you feel me?" He grows a bit bolder in his next move. Urging your hips forward so he can feel your wet folds, forcing your stiff cock to rub up. The motion makes your eyes flutter close, sighing against his pebbling nub.
"For such a big man, you're such a teddy bear," you lift your hips, lining his thick head with your needy cunt. He laughs, his masked face tilting downwards as his blue-grey eyes all but glow in excitement.
"I've been told I am a bear," his words end a moan when you slip him inside. The bowl of condoms littered just about everywhere outside this room wasn’t there for decoration. They were there for the John’s and Jane’s who needed them.
But you know Vander. You’ve been the only thing he’s been hitting and you make sure the rest of your clients are always wrapped up.
Everything about him is thick so it’s no surprise you feel the twinge of discomfort as you accommodate to his size. It lingers briefly but once the mushroom tip of his dick is inside pleasure runs up your spine.
“Oh fuck yes,” you wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest together. He instantly embraces you, adjusting his grip to your ass again so he can help you straddle his legs.
“Fuck, baby. Your dick is so big,” and for once you’re not lying about it.
Vander’s a big boy. His thick arms, square jaw, the delicious shape of his nose; his wide chest and sturdy shoulders, and his soft but firm stomach. Fuck, everything about Vander makes your head fill warm.
His dick twitches inside you as you slide down. The snout of the wooden mask bumps into your forehead and you laugh as he leans in.
“S’fuckin’ needy,” he has no protests. You reach for the bottom of the mask and push it up, blinding him but rewarding him with your lips. His beard is soft. As you feel through it, you cup his jaw and he groans into the kiss.
More of him inches inside of you and halfway down, you’re pulling away to breathe. His fingers are going to leave handprints with how roughly he holds you; flesh spilling from the gaps of his greedy digits.
“Fuck, (Y/N).”
“Yeah, say my name, baby.”
Vander grunts when you fix the mask into place. When you lean back, he takes in the sight of the bump on your stomach.
“Perv.” His dick twitches again. So you laugh.
“Absolutely rotten.”
Your eyes slip close as you let gravity take over. Fuck, the way your hips buck up and twitch as he fills you up has his toes curling. You’re dripping wet, the thick and clear liquid travelling down his balls.
“You’re so fuckin’ hard,” he thumbs at your cock. When he uses his knuckles to stroke it, his mouth goes dry at the way it twitches and righteously stands tall.
“All ‘cus of you,” you purr. Vander groans, now idly touching the bump of his dick and you sigh as he presses down on it.
“Ooooh fuck, Vander.”
He rolls your hips, moving to ground his heels into the bed but you beat him to it. Your hands brace his knees and you lift up and up and up — his tip bumping into yours in the brief time it’s out of you — then slipping him all the way inside again.
Vander curses, his accent thickening as you throw his head back.
You chew on your bottom lips, savouring the explosion of pleasure behind your eyelids. As you look at his heaving chest, you cannot stop the sharp grin that crawls onto your face.
Placing one hand on his shoulder, you put your thighs to work. Vander is at your mercy. Panting and moaning behind the mask as he watches your work on his cock. Riding him, grinding down on him, using his thick dick for your pleasure.
Your other hand leads his own to a surprise.
Between your ass that he adores so much, he bucks up when he feels the base of a plug inside of your ass.
“Oh, you liked that,” you moan. All high and airy as you slow down into grinding, thighs burning. Vander is tugging onto the plug and your rim stretches as he teases it in and out.
The exhaustion of the day has seeped out from him it seems. He’s leaning forward, caging you between his raised knees and firm front.
In one smooth movement, your back bounces on the bed and he’s on top of you. The acoustic of the wooden mask makes him sound like an animal as he growls above you, he huffs and pants like a proper wolf.
You share a long look, even as he rocks in and out of you and you feel your heavy eyelids threaten to squeeze shut. He braces onto his elbows, his weight on you making you whine and keen.
He takes the reigns and smiles when you reach to take his mask off. It thuds onto the carpet, mere inches away from your own mask.
“Hey, handsome.” You stroke over his cheekbones, gasping into his mouth as he kisses you. A particularly deep thrust makes you arch off the bed and it distracts you from his deft hands pulling out your plug.
“Your cunts got me all nice and wet,” he growls into your ear. “Perfect for fucking your ass then,” you whisper back.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He slips out and you whimper at the loss. You’re not empty for long. He taps his tip onto your winking hole and you chew on the insides of your cheeks in anticipation.
“C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”
“Yes, sir,” he purrs with a devillishly handsome smile.
He rights his posture, holding your ankles in one grip and folding your legs so your knees are nearly at your chest.
The stretch makes you toss your head to the side, cunt gaping as he fixates on the sight of your greedy holes.
Vander spits onto your hole and pushes in deeper. It makes you sing like a proper whore. Clutching onto the sheets while your chest heaves.
God, when he takes over like this — it makes you fantasize about how good it’d feel to wake up in his bed for once — but fantasies like that are dangerous. Vander is smarter than that, he’d know better than to bring a whore back home. Especially a whore like you.
His heavy balls slap against your ass. It knocks the breath out of you. You cry out, tears pricking your eyes when he strokes your dick. Vander splits your thighs and he holds your face with so much care you feel your heart pound our of your chest.
“(Y/N),” when he moans your name you want nothing more than to keep him here with you forever.
When he fucks up into your ass, you inch forward with every strong thrust. So he holds you down, keeping you in place as he stretches out your ass. The friction on your dick makes you even wetter. But you still hiss in discomfort as your rim clenches around him. Vander pants above you, slowing to a stop.
“Lube, darlin’?”
You nod, gesturing to the nightstand. Vander kisses you, pulling out as he turns and grabs the strawberry-scented bottle. You lay out on the bed, breathing heavily as you recompose yourself.
Vander lubes his dick up, eyeing your cunt a little too hungrily for your liking. So you knock your knees together, staring at him pointedly when he blinks innocently at you. “No double dipping,” you warn. Vander scoffs, grinning loosely.
“I know that, boy.”
“D’you?”
Your expression makes him snort. He parts your legs again, smearing some lube on your hole before he presses his heavy cock inside of you again.
“‘Course I do. Your cunt’s just so sexy, can’t help but stare.”
“Yeah? Should I call another client and make him fuck my pussy while you fuck my ass?” You’re goading him. He realizes that. But the flash of jealousy that comes across his face is not something he can control.
Vander doesn’t respond. Merely grunting as he fucks into you. You yelp at the strength he’s using, cursing as you’re dragged onto his dick. Helpless as he uses you.
“Yuh - You pissed?” he glares at you but shakes his head.
“No.”
“Yer' a shitty liar.” You moan out his name as he turns you over onto your stomach, barely having time to process his movements as he pulls you onto your knees. He’s bruising you with his grip and when he spanks your ass, you know it’ll be sore till the next day. Every spank makes you tighten up around him. He presses between your shoulder blades and you are keen as he reaches deeper than before.
“M’just joking, Vander,” you pant out. “It’s all yours, all of it — all of me.“
Vander vengeance is in his hips. An unrelenting force that turns your body into nothing but a conduit of pleasure. Your gummy walls are torn between pushing him out and keeping him in — it doesn't matter, in the end, the one with power over you was him. There's bliss in relinquishing control. It's a whisper of voices, serenading you to a high that even the strongest drugs could barely scratch.
Or maybe you were just an addict for sex — or just Vander.
No seasoned whore lets their guard down with a client. There's a degree of trust needed. It's surface level. The bond between you and Vander — there's something oddly binding about it. You've heard of the religions scattered around the world. Of monks who abstain from worldly pleasures, those who worship an entire militia of gods, and those who only believed in one Maker; they spoke with such certainty of their beliefs. The punishment and euphoria waiting for them at the end of the line.
Fucking Vander feels like religion. When he makes your body burn from the inside out with a lust only he can quench — you're doomed and there's no one to blame but yourself.
That's a lie, you bite down on the bedsheets as you feel his balls slap against your cunt and dick. There's someone to blame for putting Vander in your way, (Y/N).
"Shit, sweetheart. I'm close," Vander groans. You moan, forcing yourself to reach back so you can kiss him. Vander feels his heart hammering, reaching to pinch your cock between his fingers to distract himself from these bubbling emotions.
Loving you was a freedom he had long forgotten about. Hearing you moan out his name, digging your nails into his skin and kissing him so deeply. He aches for you — his veins burn when he even thinks he sees you in the crowd.
He loves you.
Vander murmurs something on your lips that you don't catch. But you're too far gone to acknowledge your senses. You're so close to unraveling. Teetering on that edge of bliss as Vander holds you like he wants your bodies to become moulded together like clay.
"Vander, Vander — "
He slips his fingers inside your cunt. You gasp, feeling yourself clench around him like a vice as you squirt onto his fingers and cum around his dick. Vander is close behind, growling out your name as he thrusts in balls deep and floods your ass with his thick ropes of cum.
The both of you ride off the orgasm. His hips still fucking in and out of you in shallow motions that have your breath hitching with every drag and poke. Vander slips his fingers out and brings it to your lips — you chuckle softly, letting them inside as you clean his talented digits.
"How much did you pay the madame?" You nuzzle into his neck, relying on him to hold you up. He kisses your shoulders, his beard tickling your skin as his hands roam your front.
"Long enough. You sick of me already, darling?"
Don't think that's possible, you thought with a loose grin. Vander groans into your mouth as you grab his chin and kiss him.
"Don't flatter yourself, baby."
Vander looks younger when he rests. Not like a boy again, just younger. The lines on his face were less prominent and the softness of his body was more inviting. You're tracing mindless shapes into his chest, chastising the city of Zaun for beginning its morning cycle. The noises from beyond the window are beginning to shift from the noisy nightlife of hookers calling for Johns and booming music from clubs to the food stalls opening and wagons being pulled along the worn-down roads.
You can hear the thudding of Vander's heart under your ear. It squeezes your own so you lift your head and gaze down at him, just taking him in from a new angle. The door clicks and Vander's brows pinch but he does not stir. He trusts you enough to rest. For you to keep vigil over him.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" his voice drawls like a thick caramel. A seductive purr with a certain husk that tingles your senses. The tall, lanky, man enters the room and he is shameless as he takes the both of you in.
"He paid for the whole night, not the day." Silco comments. "He gets a pass on good behavior. What do you need?" Vander's hand is carefully guided to hold one of the pillows and you carefully move to stand.
Silco takes in the sight of you. Moving forward, he grasps your chin in his hand and tilts your head back; "He's always been such a possessive man."
"Yeah? He marked you up like this too?" He regards you with a tepid glance. "Sir," you add smoothly. Giving him a half-hearted grin.
It works. Silco's eyes soften, just slightly but it's a crutch you're leaning on. He likes you more than he'd like to admit and you're beginning to feel guilty for all these emotions brewing inside of you for these two brothers-in-arms.
"Did you learn anything from tonight, (Y/N)?" Silco looks past you to Vander. Turning his voice into a whispering tone that feels more romantic than he probably intended it to.
You contemplate telling him. Pursing your lips for a second before you lean in and embrace Silco, pressing your lips up his jaw and whispering in his ear.
"He's friends with the Sheriff. Grayson. But he worries."
"About?" Silco's hands wrap around your waist, shadowing Vander's marks with his own.
"He worries about the fresh meat she has on her team. Piltover's steady now but one incident and he doubts he'll be able to keep the peace, no matter how hard Grayson tries. The children," you pause and he turns his head to look at you. You gulp thickly, then continue: "The eldest daughter, Vi, she's getting restless. Dangle bait and she'll bite."
Silco stares for a moment. You take him in, unable to stop the grin that crawls on your face as he presses a long kiss to your lips.
"Well done, (Y/N)." His praise had once been something akin to a drug to you, a high you desperately needed to keep your doubts at bay. A soothing coolness that'll keep this rage inside of you to a lukewarm temperature; the promise that Piltover will soon fall to its knees to Zaun had been your motivation to live for years now.
Yet, your chest tightens and your stomach twists as his words wash over you.
DISPATCH X READER???? Can I request Chad x Trans-man reader dealing with shitty dysphoria on his period cuz that shit sucks man. <\3(Totally not projecting lmao)
Flambae x trans!male reader who is dysphoric hcs
A/n: haiii!! Thank you so much for requesting!! Also me starting this and maybe finishing this request in less then 24 hours of it being asked!!! Hey also note that you are valid please remember this lots of love 🫶🏽🫶🏽!! I do hope that you don't mind that these are just headcanons a little short-ish maybe medium length since I didn't have many ideas but I hope you enjoy ♥️
Requests are OPEN!!
I feel like he would notice pretty quick since your attitude/vibe changes
You would reassure you and comfort you so hard it's not even funny
He would let you vent, rant and listen all you want. He'd be very understanding and supportive
if you don't want to talk about it he would do your favorite activities with you (like watch your favorite movie or something!!) to get your mind off it because sometimes it is like that ♥️
He IS teasing and goofy and stuff but he knows when to lock in and be serious and this is a time he is not playing around since he knows how upsetting this is to experience
You'd get so many compliments from him, he loves to see you happy... he does not want to see you like this because if you are sad he is sad
He would make your favorite or comfort food, get you all comfy and stuff so you can just chill like you are getting THEE best care during your period
You could also low-key use him as a human heating pad for cramps and he would enjoy it a lot
The second you need something he is running... You need Tylenol? BAM! there it is!
He would just get you whatever you need especially if it's him
He definitely would call out of work if you needed him, you are his number one priority
Once you're feeling better, less dysphoric, he'd go back to being all goofy but...he is always on the lookout
He's just very loving and serious I love this guy he'd actually be so supportive because he does not play about dada...
