Your work is amazing *chef's kiss*. Would love to see your take on the kids cockblocking reader and Vander.
Also if you're interested, maybe extend it? I can imagine there would be a steady few days of similar instances and Vander convinces Benzo to watch the kids. Finally letting reader and Vander get some alone time.
babe i don't know what happened but i'm not ashamed
as soon as the front door shut, vander crowded you against the wall of your bedroom amd you're forced to leave the laundry on the bed when you feel his lips, tracing warm lines up your neck and making your spine turn to jello when his fingers dig into your hips.
"we've got at least fifteen minutes," he groans against your cheek.
you brace your hand on the bed and the other latches onto his wrist to keep you from floating away as he sticks a few fingers against your panties and you start grinding against the digits with a whine.
you lean down, face first in the semi warm laundry and vander pulls aside the article and just barely shimmies down his pants enough to slip his throbbing cock into his hand. he nearly doubles over when you reach back to squeeze his balls and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when you wrap a hand around his to help pump himself.
he's not sure when his band of rugrats is coming back so he's got his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans and the other drawing tight circles on your clit as you thrash beneath him, barrelling towards a high he put you on because his gingers won't stop stroking your clit while he's pressing himself deep into you. he doesn't have a choice, bullying his way into your tight little hole and stretching your walls to a taut sting is inevitable if you both want to get off before the kids get back. your legs are shaking and neither of you are ready to move, but the spiking pleasure and pain from being too deep and nails digging into skin have to be resorted to if you both are going to get off before they're back.
your pants aren't even halfway down your thighs and you're mewling so prettily around his fingers, drooling and trying to meet vander's erratic thrusts, he's not sure when you'll get the chance again so he stuffs another finger in your mouth and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you back against him.
his arm pins you to his chest so his cock has a clear path up into you and his fingers have never stopped. you're tightening around him so good and he's thrusting up into you once, twice, and then hitting that spot that has you squealing and the slick sounds of him entering you over and over again. skin slapping against skin until you hear the front door open and vander's scooping you up, teeth digging into your neck to keep himself from groaning when he feels your ass snug against his balls.
"we forgot milo's picks." claggor yells, but vander's slamming yhe bathroom door shut behind it and locking it. he's turning on the shower, the sink, anything to keep the sounds of you're making muffled and he props his foot on the edge of the tub.
you're shaking. trembling so bad that his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips are the only reason you haven't collapsed against the floor.
"grab the counter." he pushes your front against it and he's sinking back into you as your fingers dig into the sides of the wood. "we're fucking coming, understand?"
the pace after that is brutal. his hips keep slamming against your ass and the flesh ripples from the force of his thrusts so much that your grip on the counter is faltering. you're moaning into the sink, probably louder than the running water, but your high is coming and vander isn't letting up as the kids search for the picks. your stomach is pulled taut and the pain from being pent up for so long is making tears prick at your eyes.
your nails dig into his hand when you reach back for his, words escape you as he tilts his hips and presses into that spongey spot. it makes your knees buckle and your elbow catches the counter to catch your front. vander leans over you, so much bigger than you with his chest against your back and his lips against your ear
"y'close?" his words are husky in your ear and he groans into your skin when you squeeze his cock from the sound of his voice, "i wanna see it. look at me when you come. hm? you want to let me see you?"
you nod dumbly, eyes rolling back into your head, you'll do anything to keep him inside of you. to keep him whispering in your ear while he fucks you stupid in his bathroom. you refocus when you feel his hand at the base of your throat, pushing against you until your hands are flat against the counter and your ass is pressed to his pelvis. you clench around him when you see your reflection in the mirror.
vander's chest and cheeks are flushed, he's shimmering with sweat and his hair dangles around his wolfish grin. there's a dangerous spark of mischief in those pretty grey eyes when they meet yours.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
its me, probably one of fhe worst times to post but idk if this is getting finished so here ya go, some vander with fhe kids but not much else. shorter than i'd like but i love it all the same, this is for you my dearest rebloggers, minors do not interact with my fluff, im trusting you to be regulate yourselves and ageless blogs gtfo
It’s spring. The months where people are out and about more often than not. It’s the months where people don’t frequent bars as often and months where break-ins are more frequent. You’re not too worried about those. Not when you’re breathing in the peppery cedarwood scent that wafts off Vander from the many nights of wiping counters and the faint tarry, smoky smell from his pipe.
His arm around your waist pulls you closer and grunts when your leg brushes the semi hard on between his legs. It’s not to be acted upon. That much is obvious when he grumbles and leans down to wedge his face between your cheek between you and the pillow.
You hear muttering and you hum, trying to get your thoughts together when your hand, dwarfed on his bicep, rubs up his bicep until a long hum is rasping from his chest. It’s a pretty sound that always makes your heart leap. His face doesn’t move an inch from where he’s wedged it between your cheek and the cotton stuffed pillow. His breath is hot when he murmurs near your ear.
“S’ a weeken’. An’ sprin’.” he slurs, pecking your cheek lazily. “Sleep.”
Your eyes are heavy and almost heed the instruction until you hear a distant clanging. Vander pulls you so you’re half on top of him so he’s your pillow and you’re his to cuddle apparently.
“Ignore it.” He mutters, arms tightening around you. The warmth he emits makes you think better of the conscience in your head and you sink easily into him. “S’ a mess for later.”
The door squeaks only slightly, but you both dismiss it in favor of getting a little more sleep. But the bed dips near your feet and continues until you feel something settle on Vander’s side. The bed sinks again and again and again. Sleep is slipping away, but Vander is not having it.
“There’s no way they’d still be in bed if they remembered.” Claggor slinks down on the bed to fit perfectly in the bend of your legs and rests his head on your thigh. “Maybe we should wait for tomorrow.”
“No. We’re going today.” Mylo is insistent and starts bouncing on the bed. Vi joins him and you can hear Powder stifling a laugh from the left side, Vander’s side of the bed.
You groan, knocking on his chest, “Do something.”
“They’re yours before sunrise.” He knocks on your waist.
You sit up, squinting as you find they’re all dressed and in gear. If the sun hasn’t risen then today must be one of those days. You smirk, “Something big must be going on for all four of you to be awake at the same time, especially this early.”
Vi jumps off the bed and onto the floor. “I told you they forgot.”
Powder holds up one of Vander’s old maps and you sigh, shaking your head. “You promised.” She sings, waving the paper and you knock on Vander’s chest.
“You promised.” You laugh, rubbing your eyes.
“Promised what?” He sits up while you fall back into the mattress, grabbing his pillow and setting it underneath your head as you glance over how wild his hair had become from trying to tuck himself against you.
“The heist!” Vi crosses her arms. “We’re pulling that heist you promised today.”
Vander thinks, scratching his beard, “Promised, eh?” He shoots Powder a smile, “Sure I didn’t say probably?”
You shove him in the back with your foot and it earns you a playful glare, “You crossed your heart.”
He motions for Vi to hand him a pillow and Powder is scrambling to get out of the crossfire, “Did I now?”
You’re laughing before Vander even swings his pillow and you throw one at him, ducking so that it hits Vi square in the face. Claggor and Powder struggle to yank Vander off the bed and somewhere between Vander accidentally hitting Mylo with his pillow, you’d convert the other two into your army before Vander was on the floor with his feet in the air, laughing when you stumbled off the bed and land right on his chest.
“Come on!” Mylo’s trying to drag Vander up, but you’re getting up and nudging the big lug with your foot.
“You heard him.”
Vander waves, “Alright, alright- we’re coming. Go lock down the fort.”
They go scrambling out, decidedly splitting up to cover more ground faster. You’re about to get changed when Vander yanks you down to the floor with him in his mess of sheets and torn pillows from the pillow fight.
You smirk down at him, “Good morning, handsome.”
He chuckles and brings you down so his lips brush his. “Mornin’, sunshine.”
HIIII-- how about Vander with fem!reader at the pool or beach or just somewhere bathing suits are worn and reader has a nip slip <3
babe lemme tell you. i want a mini series based off of this ngl, but just enjoy this. summer vibes, annoying neighbor, hot guy and thank you for requesting!! i had fun with this surprisingly???
warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, fem!reader, reader is mid-twenties and vander is thirties ig? i'd like to think he's prematurely grey but he is a dilf in this so that begs the question, shitty neighbor, sorry if you like bubblegum pop or anything pink, it girl (hope you guys know what that is), but umm idek if you count this as flirting its mostly reader butting heads with the neighbor, pool setting, brief nudity idk man, landlord!grayson, might change the shitty neighbor's name (gimme ideas if you have diff name for our shitty neighbor)
What is summer supposed to feel like? The image in your head was at one point to live healthy like all those health nuts with schedules wired into their day and being out with that tight circle of friends you loved being around so much. But it didn’t feel like that. At all.
It felt like being dragged out into sticky air at the pool of your apartment complex because your next door neighbor had convinced herself (the loud music past ten o’clock girl who swears up and down at the landlord) that she’s the best thing since glittery pink bubblegum lip gloss came out. And just in case the concept of blaring preppy music, miserable humidity in the height of summer, and glitter doesn’t make you turn your nose up then the fact that she’s convinced that she’s your best friend just makes it that much worse.
You thought you could get away with going out in the swim suit you really liked to enjoy the afternoon, even the sun relaxed behind the clouds. You were optimistic about the guy you’d never seen before who flashed you a smile from the other side of the pool area and you thought this would be a good day for you.
You thought.
Then that song you hear three or four times a day begins to fill your ears and the sun practically fazes the clouds away and you sigh audibly, peeking over your shades at the sun overhead. It’s blaring more intensely and you wonder if it’s a sign for you to go in.
You make the mistake of seeing what direction the music is coming from and thar’ she blows. Preppy girl from 503. Her name’s… well you don’t make the effort to remember. It starts with something, but she makes eye contact with you from underneath her tinted red seashell sunglasses and waves at you with this sickly smile that makes you want to throw yourself in the pool.
One look at the sun and it seems to burn hotter.
Run.
You tip your shades off and don’t bother to listen for a greeting from the bane of your existence when you jump into the pool. It’s not that you don’t like her- you don’t. Nothing personal against her really, but another sing-song sentence in your ear would make you want to pop your eardrums especially after the week you’ve had. Hair be damned, you’d just go get it done because another excuse to get away from home would be nothing but bliss if it meant a couple hours of avoiding what’s her name?
“Hey.”
You startle, almost letting go of the concrete and slipping beneath the water line. A glance reveals-
“It’s Chel.” she smiles down at you from where she’s crouched on the pool edge.
You move to the side, grabbing a better grip on the concrete and avoid making eye contact with her. What does she want? And what in all of creation provoked her to follow you clear across the pool?
“I put my stuff beside yours.” she smiles and you don’t bother glancing back, instead you bite back a groan because you don’t want to know if she meant beside yours as in on the same chair or in the chair on the other side of the best shade in the pool. “You know since we haven’t caught up in a while. Let’s go get a drink- I heard about this party…”
You don’t bother saying anything. Maybe you’re dehydrated or it’s from being in the sun too long, but your temples are starting to throb. So, looking her dead in the eye, you sink right back into the water and it burns to open your eye check, but it looks like she’s stripping to follow you in.
You come right back up when you realize there’s no avoiding her and she’s still talking.
You’re still talking? That’s exactly what you want to say and you look behind her, she’s got this confidence to her that makes your skin itch and you lean your head back, wiping your hands over your face to get the excess water off and rub your eyes, partially hoping she’d just take a fucking hint. But a hand is touching you and you tense, head whipping over to the hand on your shoulder and pushing it off.
“Please don’t touch me.” you grumble, pulling yourself up and out the pool.
She doesn’t stop speaking and you’re not sure if you heard an apology in there because you’re not really listening, but you’re kneeling on hot concrete and stopping her before she gets out with you.
“I’ll be back. I need to make a call.” you tell her.
She starts to get out anyway, “I’ll come with you. We might see some cute guys.”
“Please just- stay.” I need to compose myself before I even think about talking to you again.
She doesn’t get that you don’t want to be around her right now and frankly explaining why would be an added headache to the one you feel forming in your head. But she takes some kind of hint and gives another one of those smiles where her nose crinkles and her eyes squint in a way one might at a baby and it’s getting on your nerves. It always does.
And ignoring how her things are overlapping yours in the chair you were seated in a few minutes ago is easier said than done.
Your towel is wrapped around your waist and you’ve chosen to go indoors in the comfort of A/C to find a vending machine, but you’re plagued by a tap on your arm. The back of your hand pushes at the hand on your shoulder, “I don’t like being touched.” you murmur exasperated, but stop halfway through your blank trance to find a completely different figure beside you in the vending machine reflection.
It knocked your breath away when you turned and found that guy from the other side of the pool behind you. For a minute, you’re looking up and up until you finally find his eyes shaded by sunglasses and his smile is sheepish as he tucks it in his pocket.
“Sorry,” he offers gently.
Focus on his face, you remind yourself. Not the lump in his swim trunks, but if he asked, you’d tell him it was his hand you were looking at.
Your attention drifted a bit. Thankfully not downward, but it’s your credit card in hand that he’s picked up. “You dropped this and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to talk to the pretty sight across the pool.”
The way his words bring a smile out of you. He smiles wide as your attention shifts off his face and you rub down your face. Wow. What a smile.
“If that’s alright?” he asks, shifting his weight and it gives you the perfect view of-
Don’t look down.
His chest is wide. And his arms are thick and you can’t help, but smirk. “Are you sure you’re not showing out for Miss Bubblegum Pop?”
His smile widens a fraction and hell, you didn’t think it could get bigger. Your mind drifts, but you don’t let it for long when he shrugs and lets out a breath that deflates his chest a smidge. “If I’m being honest, I was relieved when you came in here because I don’t think I’d have been able to think straight out there.”
Your eyes drift over to Chel who’s flirting with that freshman who just moved into the apartment beside yours and that much closer to her, “Me either. Especially with her taste in music.”
“Actually,” your heart jolts in your chest when the plastic of your credit card is directing your chin back up to his face. “I was referring to you. I’m not sure how flattering it is to get a number from someone at a pool, but,” he shrugs, scratching the light scruff on his face with a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t going to miss a chance to talk to you.”
Damn it, you’re not outside, but it feels hotter in here with him than it would out by the pool.
“I’m flattered,” you smile. “That’s a high compliment coming from you.”
His brows steeple and it’s comical really because you’re wondering if he knows how easily his smile draws you in.
“I’m assuming you know what kind of effect you have on people.”
“I’m told I have a convivial presence.” he smirks and it makes your chest warm. You’re sure that your heart is melting. “Are you going to take your card now?”
You smile sheepishly, completely enamoured talking to the man with a few grey locks combing backwards and behind his ears. He laughs when your smile falters when you’re both in the hot sun again.
“If it’s too hot out here then do you want to go somewhere else? Usually the pool is nice, but…” His eyes drift over the rowdy state the pool’s sunken into and one glance at a fraternity towel is enough of a sign for you to take your leave.
“Please.” your smile is pleading as your hand shelters your eyes and the man generously blessed with height and a godsend smile escorts you to the shade of your umbrella.
“Oh my.” That voice. You groan quietly, covering your face as a hand pushes you to the side and you find Chel standing before you with a hand outstretched. “Thank you for bringing my friend back, handsome.”
She winks at him. Vander’s hand that was once lingering near your arm had found a home at your lower back, smoothly avoiding touching your skin. He offers her a gentle smile and it looks more reserved than when you’d first witnessed it from across the pool and your eyes fall on Chel who’s eating it up.
“I take it you must be-”
“A roommate.” She cuts him off and shakes his hand, rubbing her thumbs over it, but he doesn’t allow the touch to last long before his hand disappears into his pocket.
“A neighbor.” you correct with haste. “I’m leaving so you can have the chair.”
“What?” she frowns, pouting heavily as Vander nods at you, silently gesturing to his chair.
“I’ll be back.” he tells you and you’re left staring blankly at Chel who looks more betrayed than anything.
“We were supposed to go together. I knew you were trying to pick up guys alone- that’s not cool, you know.” She nudges you and you narrowly avoid it.
“Don’t go around telling people we’re roommates. That’s weird for me and I wasn’t picking up guys, not that it’s any of your business.” You make a point of avoiding touching her as she takes any contact as an invitation. “Excuse me.” you mutter.
She sighs heavily behind you and you’re grateful to be leaving because you cannot take another moment of her. “You’re lucky to have me as a friend, but you go and leave me like this sometimes.”
You snort a laugh under your breath, saying, “I don’t know where you got the notion that we were friends.”
“We’re not?” You glance up and see Vander pushing his glasses into his hair as you tuck the last of your belongings into a bag.
“No.” you say, zipping it up.
“Well since we’re not friends, I’m obligated to tell you that your top is a little too small for you, hun.”
The bikini straps, once tied around your neck, fall in front of you and your hands barely fly up in time to keep anything more than your aerola from showing.
You sink to your knees in hopes of hiding behind the lounge chair and you can’t yell at her because then all of the frat guys will look this way. She’s walking over to the college guys and the one who lives across the hall from you makes it a point to amp up the music and distract the small crowd.
Vander sits on the lounge chair, pulling the loose button up off his shoulders and holding it out for you, “Are you alright?” he asks as you take the shirt.
You don’t answer. How the fuck should you? She’s fucking psychotic? I mean, what the hell does one do at a time like this?
“Oi, sweetheart.” The thick drawl in his voice momentarily drowns out the blaring music and you look up to see his eyes no longer blocker by shades. “No one else saw anything. I think that lifeguard over there has some words for her and I’ll even talk with the landlord, okay?”
It takes you a moment to gather your words.
“Can I tie the back of this for you?” he offers and watches you nod in response. “I thought my friends were batshit crazy.”
“No one’s that crazy.” you say as you feel the straps of your bikini go taut.
“That’s true.” he smiles at you before checking around him a final time before you check over your top. “It’s more flattering.”
His cheeky smile is contangeous and you have to laugh because it’s a stupid joke. As you put on the hibiscus shirt, you ask, “How is it you know my landlord?”
“Went to college with Grayson.” he shrugs. “She thinks if I hang around here enough it’ll attract tenants.”
“After that fiasco, I might consider staying here for a month or two longer.”
Vander grins, “Only a month? I thought I’d be worth three at best.”
“Need to earn that, handsome.” He smiles at the way it rolls off your tongue.
thinking about what the little habits the big man can't break
warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or else you will be blocked, nothing particularly smutty or angsty. ig mostly fluff, but it is suggestive in some parts.
keeps eye contact with you, always has his attention on you when you're talking to him
does not matter if he's doing something, if he's cooking then you're on the counter and he's giving you these glances while he does, dilligently listening
gets kind of bashful when you compliment him
no one openly goes around saying your eyes look nice in the lanes so when you do compliment him, you're getting the tips of his ears turning red, a breathy little laugh, the whole works
vander's made a habit of resting his hand on your thigh. nothing personal he just loves the occasional squeeze and how it fits in his hand
you next to him as he's unwinding for the evening or maybe you're sitting in with a distributor who's trying to get over on him, his hand will be on your thigh and you are his official stress ball
he laughs in the middle of a tense situation and it's hot
it's intimidating for you, but it doesn't mean it doesn't make you any less horny whenever he does it bc you're debating on flight or fight when someone threw a pint at him. he laughed after it clocked his head and the dark look after is a sign for you to run along
when in the comfort of your shared home, he's picked up this habit of sweats or any of his pants hanging low on his hips
he's tired, fresh from a shower and more than likely had a good day if he's uncaring of how the only thing keeping his sweats up are his hips and the not so little swell between his legs
playfully, out of nowhere "yes ma'am"
there's a few times where vander's surprised you with this and you're not sure if he knows what he's doing or if he's just poking at you but either way you're a little winded
his thumbs swipe underneath your shirt while he kisses you and he grins if you shiver
*so this is love starts playing* he loves to be touching you, appreciating you and your body in anyway he can. since you banned him from playing with the waistband of your pants, he's picked up trailing his thumbs over your tum and over your hips
his happy trail making any kind of appearance
an iconic celebrity appearance, he doesn't try to get rid of his happy trail but the kept bushel of hair leading down to his groin is rare to see. drag your fingers over it and expect a reward
stretching (bonus points if he groans)
one of the best things about tired!vander is when he's finally closed up shop and he folds his arms behnd his head to stretch out his spine. he usually just takes a deep breath as he does this before he asks if you'll let him take you somewhere more private hehehe but you can expect a nice little groan from him after a particularly taxing day
casually fixes your clothes for you
does not say anything about it and you usually won't get any warning, but it most often happens when he's talking to you and he never interrupts or shifts the conversation while he does. or other times he'll do it in passing and he'll stop you for a kiss to het you still enough for him to do so
Cold bites and scratches at the back of your throat and down, but it doesn’t bother you. Not when you see Vander in his big old jacket you gave him a year ago after finding out he’d walk around during these cold months without one. Never would you regret the scolding you gave him or the pout that followed after it. Not when Vander gives you a bright smile when he sees you, opening his jacket wide and pulling you into the pudge of his chest softened by time and too many cakes. His lips stay at the crown of your head and they’re cold, you know so by the slight quiver in them. It’s cold, but these moments keep you warm.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
ahh lets kick start this by saying i've had this noir au stuck in my head for a little while, but i feel like it clashes with arcane somehow? im honestly in it for the tweed suit but ahh just think about it, y'know?
silco and vander paired up, the shirt is too tight on vander so he needs to go get tailored every other weekend because of a rough end to a case (the buttons on his shirt either pop off or he rips the sleeves stretching a bit too much) and then there's silco who would just rock the hell out of the suit in general
i mean bantering around zaun, investigating robberies at the very least and chasing perps through streets on what is supposed to be a 'good day' but really there's no escaping all the work that piles up
silco's a little too antsy to do paper work so vander handles reports while silco invents and investigates new ways to solve these cold cases but this is just my excuse to see them all dressed up and arms flexing when they roll their sleeves up
this is an arcane vander centered blog, but there may be rambles about other characters
MASTERLIST
BEFORE YOU INTERACT/REQUEST
i'm twenty two, and i write for fun
i'm looking for followers who love to reblog, leave comments, and aren't afraid of coming in my box for positive things ! turn on notifications so you get my rbs, latest rambles, daily gif/fanart dumps, or fics that I drop
DISCLAIMER: reader may vary and change fic to fic. i hope you can relate to them in some way, but reader will be written poc friendly. i try to be as neutral as i can, but most writing is written on whim so it’ll get posted as is. reader is usually female
DO NOT REPOST MY WORK OR RECCOMEND ON ANYWHERE EXCEPT ON TUMBLR
