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My first actual post here. Please don't expect too much diversity in the vocabulary. It's one of the first times I write completly in English, since it's not my first language.

Vander × gn!reader

Notes: use of ass and breast/boobs (a man's chest can be called boobs too, you can't convince me otherwise) , fluff, kissing, suggestive themes: fingering, blow job

The warm and familiar smell of The Last Drop embraced you like a hug. Children laughter interrupted the silence. Your gaze fell on a little girl with blue hair. She giggled and ran from a sturdy big man, trying to hide behind your legs as she shouted your name.

"Help! Vander doesn't love me anymore!" Powder whined and clinged to your hip. "I'm sure he does, Pow." You smiled down at her. The tall man simply laughed before he picked the girl by her legs and threw he over his shoulder. "I never said that" He huffed. Powder tried to wiggle out of his grip but Vander's grip didn't loose. "You did!", she retorted. "You said I have to go to bed!"

A laughter slipped from your lips. "Well, that's actually not the same, Powder." The girl gasped and stared at you, betrayed and her mouth open. "How can you say this? I thought you liked me!"

You giggled and followed them downstairs to her bedroom, in which Vi was already asleep. "I do like you" "Yes, she does," Vander dropped her on the bed. "But she loves me, that counts more" A smug grin spreaded across his face.

With an eyeroll, you slapped him softly on the chest. Then you kneeled beside Powder. "Don't listen to him. I love you and your sister just as I love him. Just in a different way" You smiled.

Powder stared at you with big eyes. "What does that mean?" "Well," You chuckled. "I love you and Violet like a mother loves their children and I love Vander like a wife loves their husband." For a moment you could see the gears in her head turn before she nodded. "That sounds nice." A yawn left her lips and you smiled. "Sleep now, Pow."

After you ensured that Powder was alseep, Vander and you went upstairs again and getting the pub ready for the night.

•••

"Do you really love them like that?", Vander suddenly asked. With a confused expression, you looked up from the glasses you had cleaned. "Of course I do, Vander. They like my own children." His eyes softend and a faint hint of a smile showed.

Vander bit his lip and suddenly his cheeks flushed pink. The strong, big Vander who could snap somones neck with just his pinky, blushed.

But why?

"You okay, Van?" You asked worried. "Uh y-yes" He stuttered. Stuttered. Something was off. He seemed ... nervous. The fucking Hellhound was nervous! "I uh ... d-did you mean that other thing too? T-that you love me like a husband?" The blush on his cheeks deepend. For a moment all you can do was just stare at him before a laugh escaped your throat and you started wheezing.

It was hilarious for you that Vander, the Hellhound himself, was nervous because of something like this. Vander's face was burning red for a moment, then pale. "J-just forget it. It's dumb.", he mumbled.

It took a moment for you to go back to normal. With a bright grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Of course I love you, Vander. Otherwise I wouldn't do this shit and care for the kids. You're my everything, darling." "Really?", his eyes brightend but his expression was still sheepish. "You mean like you told Powder, l-like husband and ... you know?" "Yes, definitly." You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss on his lips but before you could pull away again, one of his hands wrapped around your neck and held you there.

He deepend the kiss, a small smile on his lips. "I love you, my angel." Voice hoarse and quiet, soft. Now you smiled against his lips. "I love you too, darling." For the next minutes all Vander did, was holding you against his chest. Yet, his hand began to wander across your body. One of the big paws grabbed a handfull of your ass, the other spread over the side of your torso, right under your chest. His fingers gently carassed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You know, I quite like it so.", he whispered in your hair. You quietly chuckled. "You already said that last night." "Really? Well, all I could hear was your whimpering while I was knuckles deep in you. Pretty sounds you made." Red flushed over your cheeks and ears. "Shut up. You were whimpering too, when I gave you head." His chest erupted with laughter. "Well, how could I not. 've rarley had such a good blow job."

Your cheeks only flushed deeper at that and you burried your face between his boobs. "I hate you." "You love me, angel." That is true. You love him with all you are. Every rights and wrongs Vander has. Every imperfection, every dumb habit and every part of his body and soul.

You love him

You love him

You love him

Just some head canons I have for Vander from Arcane

• Vander absolutley has a sweet tooth. He loves choclate, cake, biscuits, just everything that is sweet. (He loves his partner even more if they're baker)

• Vander has strange little habbits; always locking the door at night, always reading before bed, having a specific spoon he uses for his tee, humming the same melody while cleaning his bar and it's always the same one, letting the tee bag sit for a minute longer, letting the tee cool down and drinking it when it reached a specific temperatur (he's got a feeling for it by now), making the dad pose when watching his children.

• Vander is the kind of man who is dominant in a non- sexual way like holding doors open, having an arm around your waist, helping you taking/putting your jacket off/on, gently guiding you, explaining things without making you feel dumb, just these kind of things.

• Vander drinks tee. You can't drink alcohol all day long and he knows that. So his go-to drink is tee. I think he's the bitter type of tee drinker (contrary to his sweet tooth) but if he feels like it, a fruity tee is also good.

• Vander absolutely loves domestic life. He always wanted children and a wife/husband.

• If a stranger tried hitting on you, Vander would frown and tell them to stay away from you. He protects what's his.

• I like to imagine that he got The Last Drop from his father. I don't mean biological but from a father figure.

• Vander's dad left his mother when he was like two, maybe even younger. But somehow he got a father figure, maybe his mother's new partner, an uncle or whatever.

• This man knows how to handle bratty woman. I mean look at Violet, Powder and their mom. Yea, they're his children and best friend but he still can handle the bratiness.

• The first time he met Silco, they hated each other because Vander made fun of Silco. Trough some other boy they didn't like, they got friends. Best friends.

Stuff I write and fandoms I'm in

• fluff, angst, comfort, smut

• Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit • Marvel • Call of Duty • Shadow and Bone • Vikings • Grey's Anatomy • Arcane • The Witcher •

I'm trying to use trigger warnings/notes and take contructive critics

Requests and asks are welcome

-L

Note: This is a new account because my old one bugged and I'm crying about it because I already had a mutual and some followers

I'm sorry

A single whisper holds you awake every night for years now. It wasn't something someone would consider as painul or perhaps traumatazing. The thing is, not the words hold you awake but the voice which says them, the person who you like to forget.

"See you tomorrow"

But there is no tomorrow, there never was and probaly never will be. Yet, for just a single moment you let yourself fall into these soft words, spoken with a crooked grin and bright eyes.

"Don't be late"

You were never late. They were always two minutes late, making you wait. But now? Now you are waiting. For what? No one knows, not even you.

"Be careful"

Careful. What a lovely word. Being full of care for someone, yet not yourself. They always looked out for you, just not themselves.

"You look beautiful"

Liar. They always said that. Even when you wore your sweatpants and smelled like shit. It was not you, it was hie they saw you. In their eyes you were the most precious thing on earth, god, the whole universe.

"You wanna go out sometime?"

Of course you would. How can anybody say no these bright eyes and smug yet charming smile.

"I think I'm in love with you"

God, you are too. For years now and finally luck was on your side.

"I love you"

Words you meant and still do but you never heard them, never watched the lips you kissed say them back."I know but I don't"

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I should study but I don't. Instead I write that because I have a free will this exam will fuck me anal without lube tomorrow

Hii

I'm L and I write and read. A lot actually. I need new people reading my stuff, not because there aren't enough but because Wattpad turned toxic and is now full of hate since thirteen year olds and even some adults started reading dark romance and romanticize illigeal things. It's not what is used to be. (Still, I don't think I'll miss it)

Creativity was really cut out of my life due some friends and school BUT I wanna change that. Writing is making art with words and building worlds with life. I want that back.

I wish I could draw or paint but I am catastrophic at it, so I started writing when I was like nine. Since then I write about everything I see, feel and think about. It all started on Wattpad but since 2020 I don't upload things there because everytime I do, either a thirteen year old makes fun if it or a thirteen year old ask why there isn't some smut.

That's the main reason why I like tumblr. Here aren't so many kids or teens who only like porn with no plot. I do write smut but I mainly write other stuff (fluff, comfort, angst).

Now to my personality. Five things about me are: I like spring but also autumn, mainly I listen to rock, different kind of metal and 70s, 80s, 90s, 2000s music, English is not my first language, please be patient, Vitamin D hates me and I don't have it and lastly, I like berry scented candles or tasted tea.

I'm also taking request or asks, it just takes one or two days to write it.

I hope you have a wonderful day and may your sleeves never slide down and get wet when you wash your hands

-L

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Artist: original artist: miizzeee, pixiv: user50449127

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John Price × fem!reader

The only purpose of this post is to appreaciate titties

One thing John Price loves are your breast. He doesn't care about size, if they're perky or not, just boobs. It makes him happy. It's like a switch in his brain.

He's sad? Boobs. He's stressed? Boobs. He's tired? Boobs. He's arguing with you? Show your titties, he will shut up and worship the ground you walk on.

John Price just needs a pair of tits, a nice cigar and some whiskey to have a perfect life.

I think his breeding kink gets stronger when he realizes that your breast will swell with milk and probaly grow a cup size or two.

Expect him to paw at your body the whole time. Just feeling the soft skin, the squish, your cute baby bumb, more squish and your curves (more squish)