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I BEG YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WE NEED MORE NEIGHBOUR VANDER

Welp, this was all that my head could focus on.

18+ More Vander x Neighbor!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, DO NOT FEED INTO AI, Pining, lovey dovey with a hint of smut, masturbation fem and male, thin walls, more from the beginning

The layout of the townhouses were mirrored. Living room right at the front, going into the kitchen, bathroom at the back next to the back door. Three bedrooms upstairs. The master bedrooms shared the walls.

The walls seemed to be thinner upstairs than down.

You could overhear more of the louder yelling/conversations that spread through the house downstairs. Upstairs though, you could make out more basic volume conversations if you tried really hard.

Which you normally didn't. Only in the rare occasion did you ever actually try to hear anything.

If an argument got a little too heated and some quiet sobs sounded you knew you should give a knock on the front door. Just as an example.

You never complained, it gave some kind of human interaction for you.

In the beginning Vander wouldn't have dreamed he would ever try to hear you through the walls.

In his defense he only ever tried when he was worried you were being too quiet for too long.

Your record player, t.v., phone call, etc was pleasant for him. It helped him know you were okay.

There was one time he heard you drop something, heavy too, it made him dash to your front door. He had knocked and he had counted the seconds before you answered. Luckily, you were fine. The bookcase, not so much. He offered to fix it for you and eventually convinced you to let him.

You liked to fall asleep to the t.v., you had mentioned it worried it would keep him up after getting home from the bar. He assured you he barely registered the sound. You still always had it on a timer to turn off after a bit.

So, he didn't think much of it when he came home to some low talking sound coming from his wall.

He had just finished getting changed when it suddenly stopped.

He was settled in bed and started to drift to sleep when a unfamiliar sound caught his attention.

A low, soft rumble.

No, not a rumble.

Buzzing was better.

Faint, if there had been any other sound he probably wouldn't have even registered it.

He tried to ignore it as something distant outside.

But when you try not to pay attention sometimes it is all you can focus on.

He sighed and listened to it, it had a "rhythm?" to it.

He came to the conclusion it was coming from the wall you share with him at the exact same time a subtle moan came with the front end of the buzzing.

And Vander was suddenly very awake.

Awake, blushing, scrambling to figure out what to do and trying to not feel his blood rush south.

He cursed under his breath and ran a hand over his face and through his hair.

Wtf was he supposed to do?

Tap the wall? Absolutely fucking not. You would be embarrassed and he would feel even more like a perv.

Leave the room? The floors creaked what if you heard and assumed he had heard you. Same thing as tapping the wall then.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose, trying to think of anything but the buzzing.

Trying not to pinpoint the flow of it's rhythm, the start and finish of its path, the speed, and the little pause at the end before going back ...........

Uuuuuggghhhh he felt like a pervert.

And keeping the warmth at bay below his abdomen was getting harder.

Maybe if he could find his earbuds he could just fall asleep.

He dug through his nightstand as quietly as he could, trying to find the only thing that might save him.

A soft moan again and he couldn't help but bite his lip. He was trying so hard to not commit that beautiful sound to memory.

He was impressed at your ability to keep such a steady pace for this long. It was slow but had a sensual purpose like you were focused on it.

His chest fluttered at what/who you could be imagining, he crushed the hope of it being on this side of the wall.

You hadn't even come to the bar yet, barely lived here 4 months, you were not interested in his circus of a life.

After searching in the dark for a moment he had to accept that one of the kids had swiped his earbuds.

He laid back down and closed his eyes.

He gripped the bed sheets as another moan sounded and he could no longer keep the growing erection at bay.

His mind started to accept his fate but swore to never even think of this again after tonight and make sure a secret pair of earbuds were in here just in case.

As he slowly pushed his pj pants down with his boxers he felt his heart pounding in chest.

He couldn't believe he was doing this but he could absolutely picture you on your back, legs parted as you kept that steady pace with a vibrator. Back slightly arched and he hoped you were toying with one of those tits.

He fell into pace with you and squeezed when you had that pause.

God, he shouldn't be this eager for you. But you didn't give him any mercy when you were as sweet as you were.

He swallowed a groan as he felt his own slick coating his cock and fist.

He noticed you were picking up some speed and altered his own pace.

What faces were you making? A pout cuz you weren't able to be as loud as you wanted. A small "o" in ecstasy? Biting that plush bottom lip in frustration at needing a bigger, warmer, fleshier toy?

God how tight you would be. How soft in his hands. How warm against his chest. He swore he could imagine that light perfume of yours that tried to pull him in.

Faster, a moan a little deeper, and fuck was he getting close.

He hushed his panting, practically holding his breath at some points.

You had to be close too, your rhythm was still fast but losing some focus.

Just as he climaxed he heard you still the buzz and a moan a little louder sounded.

He wished the wall wasn't there, you were in his bed and you would let him clean you up.

He basked in that after glow as the buzzing stopped and nothing was heard again for a few minutes. He reached for some tissues in his nightstand. The poor things hadn't been used in months.

He started to organize his thoughts and shame started to blossom.

He again swore it was a one time thing and he would go to his grave with it.

Deep down though a sliver of light still glowed inside, maybe.....just maybe you had also wished the wall wasn't there. Even though you didn't know he was right there with you.

Well, that was something. Just had to get it out. Hopefully the ADULTS enjoyed and if you want more reblog/like please. Asks are still open too. Will work on a sfw follow up hopefully soon. But I am still slower making progress on another saucy idea.

@vander-affectionate @questythebot @conretewings @parvulous-writings @2dmanlover @band--psycho

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Path through the woods this morning.

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I'm going to hell for making this one 🤭♥️

Cropped version because it's Tumblr....

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Katy Lipscomb on Instagram

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(Found this forgotten nugget buried deep in my drafts and even though RWBY is effectively done for I thought eh what the hell I'll post it anyway)

Saw someone describe Cinder as a complex, cunning, well written character, and another declaring her more successful than Watts and Tyrian and I-

This angsty, dollar-store Zuko knock-off is about as complex and deep as a mud puddle and much less interesting. And if she's so cunning, how is it she's always getting stumped by the idiot Power of Friendship Squad?

#CinderSucks

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they are so funny

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Y'all need to start rebloging my fics and others fics instead of just liking them istg

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