#back writing

[s0apmactav1sh]

What if? Vander x rival bar owner M!Reader.

Cw: old men, smut, Blowjob (Reader recieving) Vander is just an old man who wants to get fucked, rivalry between old men, Alt AU version of Vander.

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You and Vander who have been rivals since ye both opened your bars. The Last Drop being ultimately more popular than your for the obvious reasons. I mean who wouldnt want a man like Vander to serve them a drive. Many of his patreons going just to gawk at him. His popularity surpassing your own regardless of what you did.

It wasnt as if you were unfavourable but the hound of the undercity was optionally the better choice when it came to drinks. He had the charm and the friendliness that bartenders require whereas you were gruff. Rarely smiled and lacked the proper social ediqute that made you likeable to patreons. But god if it didnt make Vander stiffen in his pants watching as you huffed while bringing in barrels filled with drink. Hell he wanted to swap out being a bartender jusy to go to your bar to watch you work.

Underneath the whole rivalry sat a stable relationshio that no one in zaun wouldve suspected. (Silco was the one that pushed it to happen because he's a good brother to Vander and does want him happy) both of you getting on like a house on fire outside your working environment. The office in your bar being the usual meet up spot. Mostly because of the couch you had installed in it. (It was already broken from you two having sex on it one too many times.) Both of you are in your 40s and still that doesnt stop the shit you get up to.

Maybe thats what landed you two in this situation. With Vander on his knees, mouth wrapped around your thicker than average cock, sucking your soul from it. The man being obviously skilled in this practice. And you with your hands pulling his hair to keep the full length of yourself buried into the back of his throat, head lolled back against the wall lip being bit down on harsh enough to draw blood to supress the groans and grunts that wished to leave you. Anyone could see the both of you if they came out the back of your bar. And what a delicious sight it would be.

It wasnt the first time this had happened, no it was a constant situation you and Vander found yourself in, being unable to keep your hands off each other for more than 5 minutes when you were alone together.

Vander left you to do all the work, only hollowing his cheeks to bring the added pleasure when he sucked you off. His hands focused on steoking himself to an orgasm at the same time as your thrusts into his mouth. Not bothering to even attempt to keep his muffled sounds down. Each choke and gag that came from you hitting the back of his throat. Furiously picking up the pace when fisting his cock when you sped up. Using his tongue to poke at your tip to furthen tease you.

You who cant help but be rough. Its all you know to be, thrusting as quick as you could into his mouth and begging silently to the gods to let you cum quickly because your back was beginning to ache from standing for so long. (Chronic back pains that came from the various angles Vander had suggested when you two were fucking on the sofa.) The pressure building up in your stomach as a sign you were about to cum even though you had barely lasted 2 minute. But that didnt matter seeing as Vander was going cross eyed from how well you were fucking his mouth.

Both of you cumming at the same time. Your cum being eagarly swallowed by him while his cum was shot into his fist as he continued jerking off while you spurted cum into his mouth. Onky stopping when he became sensitive. Small huffs coming from you as you slowly pulled back and out of his mouth carefully pulling back up your trousers and doing the buckle on your jeans. A small glare on your face when you look at him (out of love of course. He always looked good when rode out his orgasm.) Helping him get back up because his knees had gone numb from kneeling.

Both of you kissing after it, deciding that you still had time to head up to your office and get a quickie inbefore he headed back over to the Last Drop to sleep.

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That felt good to write. Been holding that in since I busted after seeing Vander in the Alt AU. Fucking foamed at the mouth imagining him on top of me. Hes just so fuckable as an old man.

Cannot tell me he doesnt want his hair pulled constantly while hes getting fucked

[maybanksprincess]

im off my writing break, my reqs are open, and im working on my current fics!!

[captainkingsley]

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[nakedtherapy]

Untitled.

Everything came pouring in with the riptide

souls tangled in branches.

I picked them up.

Let their tears fall into my palms.

I laid beside them,

bugs making a home in my hair.

The trees whispered to me all night.

My ears swooshed, opening, closing—

like a closet door.

I could only think about what’s behind it,

and what keeps calling for me.

I wanna continue

I speak softly to myself.

I’m afraid all of life’s greatest things must die.

But how does the dead get a glimpse

of left-behind greatness behind this door?

Do I—will I—find my most wanted —?

Why do you get to have me in such ways,

and I bury myself in a hurdle, hiding from

this darkness I crave inside and out?

Who’s spawned such light, and why does

it thin me out? I feel the cold ice at my feet,

but I enjoy the slippery way of my life.

Gray and black to a naked eye, how sad.

But my life is full of shadows, even when

the rainbow is shining from a rainy day.

I still get the blessing of seeing who you

really are. I ask spare me as I shed.

Relieve me from thickening skin,

and don’t steal my eyes,

because they’re not seeing how you told me to.

I deserve what’s taken.

I guess not all loops were made to close.

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[mosstrades]

THE FRAMING. CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO OF HER. OH GOD.

[trekkerac]

Stanley's revival was a very sudden thing because no one wanted to check up on how the revival was going

[two-entire-bits]

For anyone who wants a reference, this is where the anglerfish was down the old fishmarket close!

[proxycrit]

Day 26- Lanayru Mountain

Perhaps dragon song sounds familiar. No matter; it’s time to get to business.

On that note, magnesis is reacquired! Purah’s still working on the other glyphs.

(“We’ll find a cure by the end of this year, I promise.”

“I hope we do, Mimi. I really, really hope we do.”)

((This is a totk au called familiar familiar! Zelda doesn’t go back in time, history is forever changed, and link is beset by ghost memories from his magic arm as per usual.))

(Want to throw a coin to an exhausted art hermit? Check out my patreon!)

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[geezmarty]

(bellara/taash) nerd/jocks lovers rise up

[ukrainian-groove-metal]

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[bobwess]

"That wouldn't be fatal!" It would."They couldn't survive that!" They could.

If my time as an EMT and instructor taught me anything it is that the body is both impossibly resilient and impossibly fragile, and almost any traumatic injury you can think of could either be fine or fatal depending on the whims of the universe.

So use that crap as liberally as you want to serve whatever narrative you're writing.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Poppy playtime should have more Harley Sawyer ngl

[black-quadrant]