The VIP Booth | Vander Smut Oneshot 🫗🤎

(Gif creds: me <3)

Pairings: Husband!Vander x Wife!Reader

Pronouns: Fem!Pronouns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can play nurse”

Faith x reader x James, reader x father lost boys

Poly Line Brain Rot, How About When Reader Is Sick, Shes Got The Boys Worried And James And Faith Fighting

A dreaded day had washed over the cave, the day you got sick. Faith had woken up that evening, attached to you as she always does in her sleep. But when she woke up she had found you to be extremely warm, too warm.

You woke up groggy and with a massive migraine. You tried to hide it as today was the usual day you, faith and James would go on a date. Faith saw through you straight away and went to fetch star, who wasn’t in as she had found a boy to entertain her time with.

Her next best bet was her favourite of your fathers, marko. Marko and faith has a mentor and student type of relationship and she greatly admired him even though she would never forgive him for what he put you through hell when you were a child.

“(Y/n)s sick” faith blurted out nervously when she entered the common area of the cave where Paul, Marko and Dwayne sat.

“What?” Marko questioned with worry

“She’s got a fever and she’s mumbling unintelligibly” faith said as she fiddled with her long night shirt which was actually yours. She preferred to sleep in your oversized band shirts because your scent and perfume always helped her sleep, she refused to wear any ‘that heathen’ had worn previously though.

“What should we do?” Paul questioned Dwayne as he was the most rational

“Tell David and make sure to keep her hydrated” Dwayne answered “if she gets any worse, faith can take her to the doctors”

“I can take care of her for the time being” faith offered or more demanded, this was her chance to spend extra time with you while James couldn’t.

“We should probably take care of her” Dwayne denies faiths request “we can’t get sick, your human and you don’t want to get sick”

“I don’t mind getting sick” faith reassured “I have a really strong immune system so I probably won’t anyway”

“See” marko stands up and puts his arm around faiths shoulder “faiths got it under control and we can help”

Faith was grateful she had Marko as an ally. She used to get pushed out of conversations and decisions quite easily when she first began living in the cave but when marko took a shining to her, she was never left out again and he always had her back. Kind of like a bad influence older brother.

“If you say so” Dwayne huffs out as he gets up to check up on you “we’ll still be taking care of her though”

Dwayne couldn’t help his possessiveness. He liked faith, he truly did, but she was yet another person who could take you away from your fathers and he despised that. Even if he liked the girl he still wanted to tear her head off of her shoulders whenever he saw her kiss or embrace his little girl.

Marko went to tell David the news. Dwayne and faith went off to check on you but Paul had other plans. Paul wanted to shit stir.

He strolled out of the cave as it the sun had just gone down and went to the phone booth near the bluff and dialled up maxs phone.

“Maxs residence, this is his son speaking” James answered and Paul snickered

“Son? That was quick” Paul teased, he heard a deep sigh through the phone and laughed harder

“What do you want shithead?” James seethed out at Paul in frustration

“I’m just calling you to let you know that unfortunately your date has been cancelled” Paul said with a over the top nonchalant tone

“Oh and whys that?” James questioned through gritted teeth, already tired of Paul’s antics

“Well she can’t exactly turn up when she’s sick, that what would just be cruel” Paul gasped out in fake offence.

“She’s sick?!” James rushed out in worry

“Yep, poor girls got a fever and can barely string together a sentence” Paul smirked into the phone

There was a long silence before Paul heard the jingling of keys and the rushed sound of shoes being put on.

“I’ll be over in ten minutes” James rushed out as he put the phone down and ran through the door.

“I’m counting on it” Paul smirked out at his evil genius plan.

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“How are you feeling honey?” Faith asked gently as she moved stray hairs from your sweaty forehead

You just mumbled incoherently into your pillow as you pulled the covers close to your chest. Dwayne looked at you with sympathetic eyes as he put more water to your mouth but you rejected it.

Suddenly the two of them heard stomping footsteps through the cave as they got closer and the door slammed open to reveal a fuming James and a smirking Paul.

“Oh baby” James rushed to your side and pushed faith back “are you okay?”

You nodded your head into your pillow as you coughed and shivered into your blankets

“Thanks for telling me faith” James seethed sarcastically as Dwayne rolled his eyes

“I’ve been taking care of her” faith defends herself “it’s not my fault you live in town”

“You always find a way to throw that back into my face” James argues “I don’t live here because the you cried to David about me”

“That’s not true” faith denies and gets in James face “David asked me if you’d make a good roommate and I told him my honest opinion”

“You just know she’d want to spend more time with me if I lived here” James mocked cruelly

“Oh go back to your sugar daddy max you stupid waste of air” faith responded with anger

“Don’t get mad because the head of the family likes me better than the prissy little bitch” James jabs his finger into faiths shoulder and she pushes him

“Max isn’t the head of the family, David is” faith defends David, her powerful ally “you’d know that if you were actually part of the family”

“I don’t want to be part of this sick circus of cruelty” James yells back “as soon as I get the chance I’m getting her out of this freak show”

“I’ll kill you before you even get the chance” faith yells back

Dwayne and Paul watch this with amused expression before they notice you covering your ears and whimpering into your pillow in pain. Dwayne growls lowly as he goes to intervene

“Shut up” you groan out, beating Dwayne to the punch “if your going to keep yelling just get out”

This took the two of them by surprise. Sure you’d hand James his ass whenever he was being a prick or was simply taking bad about faith but you’d never snapped at faith before. You knew she was an emotionally fragile person when it came to you so you would usually have gentle talks with her but tonight you were to sick and tired to care

Dwayne grabs the two of the blondes by the ears and yanks them out of your room as they groaned in pain at his hold.

He drags the two of them into the hall and pushes them against the tunnels of the cave and gives them a frightening glare

“I understand the two of you have a grand total of two brain cells combined whenever your around each other” Dwayne insulted them with a glare “but my child is extremely sick right now and I will not have you two little fuckers making her worse”

The two of them stood slack jawed at Dwayne’s words and didn’t dare move until he finished his speech

“If you two really want to help you’ll slap on a smile and help us take care of your sick girlfriend and my sick daughter” Dwayne scolds them harshly

“OUR sick daughter” Paul corrects, feeling left out. Dwayne turns to him with a ferocious look as he slowly got closer

“Don’t think I don’t know who’s to blame for this situation” Dwayne growls out “now shut up and help these fools to take care of OUR sick daughter who’s situation you made worse”

“Yes sir” Paul muttered out like a scolded child as he went to your room to comfort you.

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Faith and James entered your bedroom with a tray full of food on it and placed it on the bed as they gently woke you up.

“We made you soup honey” faith whispers gently

“I made soup and you filled a bottle up with water” James muttered out but stops when faith jabs him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Is there anything we can do honey?” Faith asks genuinely while rubbing your hands affectionately

“I can play nurse for you?” James jokes with a smirk but is again stopped by faiths elbow to his ribs as he swats the back of her head.

“I want my daddy” you said with tears in your eyes, resorting to a childlike manner that you used to do when you were younger

“Oh honey” faith gently carcasses your cheeks “David’s busy-“

“I’m here baby” David interrupts faith and storms past and pushes them both away “can we have some privacy please?”

The two reluctantly left the room with promises to be back later. David crawled into bed with you and leaned your sweaty, hot head on his chest with his arm around your shoulders.

“Your not looking so hot kid” David joked and you choked on a laugh and cry at the same time as David rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I don’t feel good daddy” you whimpered out, slightly embarrassed at your deleterious sick state making you act so childlike.

“It’s okay kid” David pats your back reassuringly “daddy’s here now”

No matter what, David wanted to make sure you would always want your fathers first. He’d make sure of it. He’d kill those two idiots if it meant that you would only have the boys left to take care of you. He’ll keep them around for now, until you get bored and accept your place in their legacy and accept that they are all you need.

They’re poor sick baby.

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thatitbitch

3 years ago

lilia vanrouge x f!reader

cw: 18+, biting, marking, possessive lilia

On the outside, Lilia seems like the chill, relaxed boyfriend, fully trusting his sweetie and rarely getting jealous.

What most don't know about him is that he has a marking kink. Always sucking and biting on your skin; neck, chest, arms or abdoment, he's always leaving those marks he so much enjoys seeing on you.

Lilia loves it when you're changing and he can see the marks. He smiles to himself, knowing that they're a permanent reminder for both you and him that you're his and his only.

But that smile fades whenever he notices a random guy flirting with you. Be sure that you'll get double the amount of marks when that happens, not because he doesn't trust you, but because the jealously gets the best of him and he must make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.

Taking you to the nearest empty classroom, he takes it out on you. His usual calm demeanor is gone, a possessive Lilia taking his place.

Pinned to the wall, skirt lifted and panties long gone, he lifts one of your legs entering you without any preparation. The way he's going so unusually rough, his thrusts more quick and deeper than usual, you can sense his desperation.

As his teeth sink into the side of your neck, you can barely hold in your moans. You know you're still at the college and anyone could enter the room at any moment, but you can't hold it in anymore. "Mm~ don't be too loud now kitten" Lilia whispers in your ear before softly biting the lobe.

If it wasn't for him holding you, you'd be on the floor, your whole body trembling from the overstimulation.

By the time he's done you can barely walk, but lucky for you he's there to assist. As the gentleman he is, he's taking you to your room, shooting a mischievous glare to the guy that was flirting with you earlier. The guy turns his head away after noticing the bite marks, understanding that he needs to back off.

Satisfied with his reaction, Lilia returns his attention to you. He loves you so much, and he would never let anyone else touch you. You're his possession after all.

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thatitbitch

4 months ago

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thatitbitch

5 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thatitbitch

1 year ago

My Secret

Author’s Notes | Just placing some facts to all the readers: Sigurd’s hate/dislike for Völvas is not canon. He had his problems with his mother and the possibility that she might have bewitched Ragnar to take him away from his wife. However, I particularly think a man with a childhood like his, and these problems with his mother’s figure being a possible witch would have his own reservations with regards to women with any kind of powers. So, keep in mind this situation for you to understand his daughter’s fear in this work! Thank you for the request, dear anon! Enjoy! Universe | Vikings Pairing | No pair, Sigurd, Sigurdaðóttir! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for UKT2 Words | 874 ⁑ Warnings: Sweetness, fluffy.

It started when you were fifteen years old. Nothing but stupid stuff like seeing your mother coming home before she was really on the doorway in, preventing your little brothers to fall before they stumble, stupid stuff, daily stuff. And you knew how your father felt like about these magical gifts.

Maybe it was why you never even commented anything about your visions and dreams with him or even your mother – avoiding her to say anything that could make your father pissed off. Uncle Ivar could be scary, but you surely wouldn’t want to see Sigurd Snake in the Eye’s dragon spitting fire towards you.

Oh no. For sure. But the last nights weren’t about daily shit or anything worthless.

Keep reading

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thatitbitch

2 years ago

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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thatitbitch

3 months ago

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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thatitbitch

2 years ago

Cessa il vento, calma è la bufera Torna a casa il fiero partigian Sventolando la rossa sua bandiera Vittoriosi, e alfin liberi siam!

Happy Anniversary of Italy’s Liberation!

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thatitbitch

3 years ago

Back in Town

Gif credit: @catpainrogers

Pairing: April Dibrina x Reader

A/N: A very smart person suggested writing about Sofia’s new movie to help with my writer’s block and I would like to thank them haha anyways hope you like it

Opening up the doors to the New Hope Dance Studio, you tugged your beanie off your head and looked around the small room. It was late afternoon so you didn’t expect many people around, your footsteps echoing loudly on the tiles. The wall is lined with pictures of the same girl that everybody has been talking about all over town.

A small girl with big dreams of becoming a dancer made it on Broadway in New York City. The town’s pride and joy. You smiled as you let your eyes roam over from photo to photo, to her face in the local article about her achievement.

Faint thumps of beats coming from the practice room made your head turn to the right and you curiously peaked your head inside the door.

April’s body moved with grace to the song, completely lost in the rhythm as she danced in front of the mirror, blocking out the world around her. You stood mesmerized at the sight, your eyes taking her in as she gave it her all, dancing her heart out with the spotlight shining on her.

You wasn’t even aware of the smile blooming on your face or the fact that she suddenly stopped and rounded on you, hands on her hips while she tried to control her breathing.

“This is a private lesson.”

You shook your head slightly as you stepped inside further.

“Oh, sorry, I’m just - You’re April, right?” You asked softly.

Her eyebrows frowned in confusion as she grabbed the remote from the floor and turned the music off. “Do I know you?”

“No but I know you.” At her surprised face, you finally smiled at her. “Your face is all around town. You’re pretty hard to miss.” You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes dropped down slightly before you forced it back up, not missing the way April’s head tilted to the side at the gesture.

“I’m Y/N. My little sister wants to join your class. My Mom sent me to check it out.” You continued, crossing your arms over your chest. April’s eyes hardened for a second.

“Well, we don’t hold auditions at the moment. My class is full. Maybe next time.”

Her harsh tone didn’t bother you at all as she turned the music back on, although slightly quieter and started to move again with easy. You took a moment to watch before you opened your mouth.

“You’re really good, you know? I’ve seen your videos on Youtube.”

At that April abruptly stopped and her face changed to something that was a mix between angry and ashamed for a second before she cooled her expression and pointedly started at the mirror.

“That’s great. I’m not Youtube’s biggest fan at the moment so…”

Suddenly understanding her anger, you were quick to clarify.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about that…I mean, that Broadway Cares benefits that you danced at. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you in that chorus.”

You smiled as her head snapped to you, eyes boring into yours as she seized you up. You toyed with the fabric of your beanie in your hands but didn’t break the eye contact.

“Do you dance?” Her tone was stern but kind and you laughed.

“Oh no, I have two left feet. I actually think it would be quiet dangerous for me. I don’t want to face-plant in front of a bunch of little kids who are better than me.” You felt pride spread through your body when you caught the smallest of smile appearing on April’s face. You promised yourself to make her smile more. “My sister can, though. That’s why I’m here.”

“Hm.” She hummed absentmindedly and killed the music before grabbing her purse from one of the chairs, “Maybe I can teach you.” She walked closer and you instantly straightened up, dropping your crossed arms.

“Maybe.” You smiled happily but couldn’t help keep out the teasing tone in your voice when you noticed something in her bag. “Is that a block of cheese in your purse?”

April immediately snapped her bag closed and pulled it close to her side so you couldn’t see inside and lifted her chin high in the air. You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“Bring your sister on Friday afternoon and I will see what I can do.”

With that she walked past you quickly and you spun around to watch her push open the doors and leave the studio.

“Yes, Miss April.” You grinned and couldn’t wait until Friday to see her again.

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thatitbitch

4 months ago