#vanderwood x reader smut

[ilyvanderwood]

Railing you \(//∇//)\ (MM)

Mystic Messenger Men

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Them railing and edging you until you become a begging and whimpering mess under them. Their fat cock hitting every place you love every single thrust in they give to you, not letting you cum until they've fully emptied their balls into you, making sure to breed you and to leave your hole a dripping mess full of their cum. If you even let a single drop fall out they make sure to thrust it back into you with their fingers or dick and overstimulate your poor little hole again.

Vanderwood, Zen, Jumin, Saeran

[midnight-talescape]

Game (707 x Reader)

Kinktober day 12: Toys

I didn't know I can work this fast, but 7 my beloved. Also by this point you can tell my brain is not functioning with the character, it's been too long since I indulge myself in fanfic, sadly.

Warning: toys, overstimulation, vanderwood almost walked in lol, this is 100 percent ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You stretched your back as you closed the chatlog. Finally ready to start on 7's route after finishing all the other ending.

Who would have known the personality of a redheaded hacker, was gonna beat your bias to silver hair red eye character. After surfing online about how 7 loved you in every route, you decided to finish all the ending before finishing his ending acting it like a true ending.

What can you say, a jokester hiding his mass of trauma under a cheery mask was a sure way to your heart.

You quickly boot up a new saved file ready to finally finished the last route to your favorite character.

In the next few day you attune attentively to the game, waking up at 3am to catch up on all the chat log not missing a single one (seriously who put their chat at 3am, do the character not sleep?)

When you started knowing something weird happening in the game. At first it was weird chat option in message that you have never seen before (You would know, you replayed Jumin's route multiple time) Shaking it off as just some easter egg you continued the game and finally begin 7 route.

Everything seems normal at first, until you started seeing log that wasn't there before, phone call from 7 happen way more often.

You shake it off, thinking it was just the new update.

Until one day you woke up and noticed you are no longer in your room, instead you were tied to a bed with a mouth gag in your mouth.

Just as you was about to struggle, as confused as you were. You figured you might want to get out first. You heard a footstep walking toward you, you looked up to look at your kidnapper.

You blinked slowly as you try to comprehend who your seeing.

7 kneeled down to the bed and removed the mouth gag from you.

You poked out your tongue trying to take in more air, also it was just uncomfortable to have something in your mouth.

7 look at you and said cheerfully,

"Hello, (Y/N) your finally here, I have been been so excited to meet you,"

"What? Am I hallucinating?"

7 ruffled your hair,

"Of course not, I was just tired of seeing you from the screen so I decided to take matter into my own hand and bring you here."

You motioned to your tied up hand and leg with your face,

"So you kidnapped me and tied me to a bed with a mouth gag, like some sort of weird kinktober fantasy?"

"Yeah,"

You sigh, fully accepting your fate. After all this is either some really weird hallucinating dream from you waking up at 3am or you have finally gone to another world. Honestly by this point you dont really care.

"You know me a bit too well,"

7 shrugged with a knowing grin,

"What can I say I have been looking through your search history,"

You froze and then closed your eye defeated,

"Dear god, you know I will have to kill the witness, right,"

He hold a hand to his chest faking a gasp,

"Is that all it takes for you to hurt me?"

"Okay maybe not, can you please let me go,"

7 poked your cheek,

"Nope, I want you here (Y/N). I love you, I have been watching you for years, ever since you first downloaded the game. I have waited long enough, I want you,"

"Wait what about my family?"

7 clapped his hand together, looking real fucking proud of himself,

"It was a bit hard, even for a genius like me. But I have managed to combined the world in a few day we will be together forever."

Hearing his answer, you thought for a moment before saying,

"Okay, then I'm down. Are you gonna fuck me or not,"

"What?"

"7 my beloved, you just fucking kidnapped me out of my bed tied me up and put a mouth gag in my mouth. I dont know how to tell you this, but I just read a bunch of kinktober fic might as well act out a erotic fic, "

7 give you a crazed grin,

"Dear god, I really found the best and craziest person ever,'

"What can I say, we are similar in the worst way possible, there's a reason you're my favorite character,"

"You mean other then I'm hot and funny and smart and rich and..."

You rolled your eye as he go on and on,

"Yes, yes I get it, Mr. Lucky Number, you're the cutest."

With a grin he tilt down to kiss you, after a few minute he separate with a strand of saliva connecting you guys. He put his forehead on yours and begin to undress you.

Just as you guys were about to begin to get rid of years worth of love and touch deprived cause horniness, you guys froze when you heard someone knocking on the door.

"Motherf-"

7 quiet you down before yelling that he will open the door soon,

"Saeyoung, if your going to leave at least untie me,"

With a sadistic grin, and a bad feeling up your spine 7 turn around to get something,

"Wha-"

You was shut up when 7 retied the mouth gag around your mouth. You suddenly started shivering when you see him pull out a bunch of what you're assuming is sex toy.

You pulled on the bondage around your arm again, 7 gave you slapped on your breast, shutting you up with the stinging from your breast,

"Quiet, kitten. I can't have you all bored and lonely here can I? I will leave you with some fun,"

With that he quickly clipped a few clamp onto your nipple. He hold up a vibrator to show you, with a grin on his face. Seeing it, the realization that this is really happening you tried to back away. Pretty convinced that it's not gonna fit and that you are in fact not ready to get fucked.

"It's too late to back out now, kitten."

With that 7 quickly lubed it up, and slowly pushed it into your fold. Tear stained your eye, as you body tighten and tried to pushed the intruder out of your body. But all you successfully did was take it deeper into you.

Suddenly you arched your back when the knocking come again, and 7's hand slipped and pushed the entire thing inside you.

"Luciel open the fucking door!"

"Calm down, Mary i'm coming do you want to see me naked?"

Turning around he wiped away your tear,

"Good girl, just take in one more, hmmmm. Be a good girl for daddy," with that he pulled out a cat tail butt plug,

You look at him at wide eye,

'How many of these do you have?'

"I was quite excited to have you here, so I brought some toys," with that he moved your ass up before plugging it into you and laying you down again,

7 give you a kissed on your forehead before locking the door and walking out.

You slow your breath trying to relax your body against the many thing inside your body. Just as you was starting to get use to it, you suddenly arched your back up, when all the vibrator all started vibrating.

You pant and moan, saliva dripping down your chin. Tears streaming down your body as your body tried to get use to the vibrating. But every time you get use to it the frequency change causing you to orgasm again

If you could still think you would have probably swear the fucked out of 7, but you can't. Too sensitive and tied up to think.

When the door open again, you looked up with teary eye.

7 looked down at your flushed up body, damp with sweat and your juice. The cat tail now damped and hard under you. Your entire body trembling from your multiple orgasm.

He removed the mouth gag and with a shit eating grin said,

"Seems like you had fun when I was gone, kitty,"

"F-Fuck you..." you panted out,

"With pleasure,"

7 removed the vibrator out of you (After slipping a few time and causing you to swear) and pushed his hard member into your wet fold.

"F-fuck..." you swear as you felt your body taking in something far bigger the the vibrator,

"You feel so tight, kitten. I can't wait to fucking break you," with that he started to thrust into you

You hanged onto him desperately as you felt him going in and out of you. The cat tail sticking on you, wet from your juice and sweat. You let out wail as he pounded into you faster and he pulled on your clamp.

Just as your mind blurred and you were about to collapse you felt him gripped your waist tightly as he came inside you.

Panting slightly he pulled out, before covering your body with his blanket and cuddle you.

"T-take out the thing, you dick,"

"Nope staying in, Kitten"

"You-"

"Be quiet, love. Before I go another round,"

With that you quickly shut up and went to sleep.

[sunlightheidi]

4. Vanderwood

3. Yoosung Kim

Masterlist: DRUNKTOBER 2021

Written for #DRUNKTOBER2021, a collaboration with @quirky-and-kind. All fics created will be NSFW and tagged #twalcohol.

Survival has never allowed him to act on his desires, but after meeting you, all he does is want – wants you, wants more, wants impossible things.

He’s hungry for you in a way that he never has been about anything, or anyone else. This heady, tempting thing – he feels almost possessed by it; completely enraptured by its bittersweet intoxication.

He’s barely stepped foot in your apartment before you let him grab at your waist and back you against the wall, dress hiked up around your thighs, as you press a desperate, searing kiss to his mouth, all tongue and teeth and sighs of relief.

Vanderwood moans, hand on the plane of your back, fingers scrambling at your spine before he palms your thigh and slots you flush against his torso with one leg hooked around his waist.

He drops his forehead against yours, your lashes fluttering as he tilts his head, feels the rich and spicy flavor of your breath against his mouth; he hasn’t had alcohol in years, but it is almost as if he’s tasting it straight from your lips.

“You’ve been drinking.” He says. Why?

“I wasn’t sure if I should expect you tonight.” Hesitant fingers play with the tips of his hair – he lets you. I was worried.

“It’s late, you shouldn’t be up.” He can’t look you in the eye. I’m not worth waiting for.

“Then why are you here?” You smirk, reaching out to graze your nails down his side. His defined muscles flex under your touch as he hisses. Your eyes are soft. You are to me.

With a growl, Vanderwood presses closer, hips pinning you in place as his teeth scrape against your lower lip, a gasp that is equal parts pain and pleasure slipping out at the rough treatment. His tongue soothes the sting before sliding between your lips and tracing the roof of your mouth. Body shivering, back arching, hips pressing into his.

“I need you,” you say, words nearly a purr as you speak them into the crook of his neck. “I’d let you fuck me right here.” You grip his arms around your waist and roll your hips, slick center covered in satin gliding along his cock.

“Right here, huh?” he drawls back, one hand flirting with the hem of your dress before sliding beneath the fabric.

It’s all warm skin as he hooks his fingers around your panties, delicate lavender and shimmery soft, and tugs them to the side. Shaky gasps and moans against him as he parts you, circling gently around your opening to coat them in slick before he slips them inside.

He settles on a gentle rhythm – pumps in an out of you slowly and delights in the way you grip at him, nails digging into his arms, your head thrown back in pleasure.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Your hips roll on their own and he pushes his hand further down, back and forth, catching your clit between his fingers, playing you with practiced ease. He’s greedy for it—all those pretty sounds you make—how you suck in and cry out when he takes you to the edge and lets you go careening into the stars.

You whimper as he removes his fingers, a final touch against your clit before he lifts his hands to your mouth, brushing his fingers, your wetness, against your lips. “Taste.”

You shiver between him and the wall he’s pressed you against, sparkling dark eyes and chest heaving. Without dropping his stare, you part your lips, opening, tongue sliding between his fingers, curling around his knuckle, tasting the tang of your arousal.

“Sweet, aren’t you?”

You hum in acknowledgement, hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his pants, gripping onto the waistband as you pull them down his hips. He is already hard, riled up at how desperate you are, how uncontrolled he’s made you.

You guide the head of his cock through your folds, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to keep from groaning when he finally presses inside, bottoming out with one thrust.

“Perfect,” he chuckles, kissing the hollow beneath your ear, his lips warm and damp.

“Vander-,” you mewl. “Vanderwood.” The syllable breaks, your panting coming out in choked babbling.

The pleasure blinds him when you whimper as he drags his cock out, hips gaining speed, knocking the breath from your lungs. He thrusts a little harder, deeper; his grip on your hip tightening, holding your weight as your knees buckle.

His large hand reaches to smooth your hair away, wanting to see your beautiful face screwed up in mind numbing pleasure as he fucks you against the wall.

“Please, please...” You beg, legs shaking.

He’s close. You’re closer.

His fingers squeeze your waist to leave reminders for tomorrow, stills for just a second before the fire stokes higher and hotter. Your fluids coat him, makes it easier, and the thrill of your blissed-out writhing against him is so damn sweet.

You climax with a shout – head thrown back, knees locked and trembling all over and he follows with his teeth sinking into your neck. The rhythm of his hips faltering as he shoves further into you, so deep, fingers spasming against your waist as his cock twitches inside you. The both of you careening right off the edge.

His entire body shakes and quivers, and when the earth shackles itself together again, you’re all he sees.

header created by my churro-loving, midnight soulmate @luxielle | divider by @firefly-graphics

[gureishi]

fic requests are now open!

Thank you so much for 1K followers. I’m really happy you’re here!

the prompts

the first time I saw you (Ray)

the first time you made me laugh (Jumin)

the first time we said goodbye (Jihyun)

the first time I kissed you (Saeyoung)

the first time you saw me cry (Ray)

the first time I knew I loved you (SE Saeran)

the first time I woke up next to you (Saeyoung)

the first time I missed you (GE Saeran)

the first time I wanted to forget you (Vanderwood)

the first time we made a promise (Yoosung)

the first time I almost gave up on you (Zen)

the first time I came home to you (GE Saeran)

the first time you asked me to stay (Zen)

the first time I pictured forever with you (Jaehee)

the rules

I will write one of each of these prompts! It’ll be first come, first served, and I’ll cross them off as they get claimed. Since I’m doing a limited number of these, only one request per person, please!

In an ask, let me know which prompt you’d like, and for which character. I’ll write any Mystic Messenger character (if you’d like me to write Saeran, please specify which one)! All the fics will be character X reader.

Feel free to ask for NSFW! If you do, tell me what gender and/or body parts you’d like for the reader. I won’t write NSFW content unless you specifically ask for it.

Fics will be ~1K words.

I will write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, and smut. I won’t write noncon/dubcon or character death.

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[haloshornsinkstains]

No Longer Lost (2/2)

Vanderwood x Female Reader

CW: smoking, drinking, swearing, mentions of violence, Seven as Ms Vanderwood, smut

The next time he saw her was the RFA halloween party a few months later, a much smaller affair she’d planned as an excuse for them to all meet up, with a few guests close to the members (and maybe a couple slightly stranger ones that Seven had insisted she invite). Seven had pestered him to join a few of the occasional meetups between but he'd excused himself as busy with work. It wasn't always a lie, Seven had ducked out of a couple because of work too, but he really was trying not to get attached. Especially now Seven had made him an honorary RFA member with his own username and a whole host of new ways for the party planner to get under his skin. Jumin had complained, naturally, but MC had shut him down pretty hard and damnit he wasn't allowed to get attached.

Seven drove, under the premise that Vanderwood should be allowed to enjoy himself after Seven had worked so hard to get them a couple of days off. The wink and waggle of his eyebrows suggested drinking wasn't the only kind of enjoying himself he thought Vanderwood should be doing. He was never going to drop this.  They were greeted at the door by the party planner sporting an adorable pair of cat ears and a tail that seemed to move on their own. That was Seven's doing then. "Welcome to the party meow~" Seven actually squealed like a girl, scooping her up into his arms and swinging her around, much in the way he'd seen Jumin describe the younger agents actions with his cat. "Oh god, there's two of them." Vanderwood groaned. Eventually Seven set her down, giving her one last hug before she turned to grin at Vanderwood, eyes skirting over his 'costume' fixing on the glow coming from his chest beneath the shirt. "Don't be so grumpy Mr Stark." She grinned. "It's a party after all." Vanderwood swallowed hard, that name on her lips certainly did something to him. This had been a terrible idea. But her attention turned to Seven and she narrowed her eyes a little. "You're not Miss Potts though." "We're not a couple you know!" ~"I'm Madame Vanderwood of course!" He grinned and curtsied. "I didn't think anyone would guess who Vandy was though, he was planning to say 'secret agent' all night." She grinned back at him. "You wound me with your assumptions of ignorance. The arc reactor gave it away. Besides, ‘Secret Agent’ would be a terrible costume, it's not even a costume!"  Seven laughed. "Zen here yet?" "Yeah, he's avoiding me on account of the costume." She twitches her ears. "Such rudeness." "Sounds like a mission for the Defender of Justice 707! See ya later MC!" "Don't mess with him too much!" She watched him disappear before smiling back up at Vanderwood. "Between you and me, the cat outfit was not my idea. I wanted to be a demon, but I got out voted on account of needing to be approachable. The robotics are pretty neat though." She reached up to stroke one of her ears, feeling it twitch under her hand. "I could get used to these." "You know, you're pretty weird. And possibly evil."  "Ah, but at least you think I'm pretty with the weird." He blushed a little and she laughed. "Go in and grab a drink, the party starts soon and I'll be allowed to leave my post then. No need for you to suffer with me."

By the time he saw her again she already had drinks, two of them. Ominous looking red things she held carefully in each hand as she maneuvered through the crowd towards him. "Would you like one?" MC smiled, offering him a glass. He eyed it suspiciously. "I'm more than happy to have both." She sipped from one glass. "Cherry Mojito, no mint, extra alcohol." There was something about the mischief in her eyes that made him grab the offered drink. She was too much like Seven and the idea of her drunk was a little chilling. Probably hilarious too though, his brain added helpfully as he took a sip. "Good isn't it?" Vanderwood nodded in response. "Made them myself." There was that suspicious look again. She just laughed. "I didn't poison them! Unless you consider a little extra alcohol poison. Promise."  "Technically it could be." But he took another sip, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.  She giggled, eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. She hoped to catch sight of a flash of mint by the mini photo studio they'd set up in the corner, but once again V was conspicuously absent. She did however catch red and silver not too far from them, nearly choking on her drink. "You know, I thought you'd be keeping him out of trouble." She grinned, tipping her head towards where Zen was trying very hard to flirt with 'Madame Vanderwood'. "I'm not his babysitter!"  "You kinda are." She laughed and he fought the impulse to grab his taser, she really was way too much like the younger agent for her own good. "Guess I should go save Romeo before he embarrasses himself. Be right back." She set her drink down, slipping expertly through the crowd and under Zen's arm with a grin. "Meow." Zen jumped and frowned at her. "Why?" "I came to save you from yourself." She smiled, patting his face gently. "What?" "You remember Vanderwood from the last party right?" Zen nodded. "And you remember he looks nothing like Seven right?" Another nod. "And we all know Seven can pull off a truly stunning woman with a penchant for practical jokes?" "Yeah but… oh! Oh god! Seven! MC!" She winced. "I may have mentioned you were avoiding me..." "This is payback? You're a terrible person." "I didn't tell him to come flirt with you in my defense. And honestly you should have recognised him!" "How am I meant to recognise him when he looks like that?!" Zen gestured wildly at Seven, who just curtsied and fluttered his eyelashes in response. "God! You…" MC frowned, shifting subtly to create a barrier between the two. "Seven, love, don't make me bite you." "You'd have to catch me first. Seven Zero Seven out!" MC rolled her eyes, patting Zen gently on the chest as she watched the redhead spring away through the crowd. "Sometimes I regret all of my life choices." She sighed, shaking her head. "Oh honey~" Zen kissed the top of her head "no you don't." Her eyes found the secret agent watching them with a scowl and she smiled. "No, I guess I don't."

Later, when their drinks were gone and the initial greetings were all done, MC and Vanderwood made their way outside for fresh air (and maybe a much needed cigarette on Vanderwood's part). She leant back against the building, quietly watching the stars until he'd finished. "If I tried to kiss you now… would you tase me?"  Vanderwood nearly choked. "Huh?" "Such eloquence." She pushed herself off the wall, turning to look at him properly. "I… I just want to kiss you. But I very much don't want to find out what the business end of a taser feels like. I know you're very fond of that thing." He frowned. "Are you drunk?" "You've been with me all night, we had two drinks, I'm not that much of a lightweight!" She huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Besides, I wanted to kiss you before I had a drink.” "Why?" "I like you? You can say no, I'll only be mildly offended." "Agents can't…" "Yeah. No. That agency bullcrap won’t fly with me. Didn’t work when Seven tried to stop being friends with me and it sure as hell isn’t going to work now. If you don’t want me, just tell me straight, that I am fine with. I was only joking about the offense thing..."  She’s staring up at him, so fierce and yet somehow so open. And he knows, he knows if he says he doesn’t want her she’ll back down in an instant. So he steps forward, staring down at her and willing himself to say it. To try and convince his heart that he isn't falling for this small fearless woman with her sharp tongue and sunshine smile. To tell himself that she hasn't already infiltrated all his defenses and built a place for herself in his mind. He opens his mouth, willing the words to come out, but they die in his throat at the determination in her eyes. "You're worse than he is." He grumbles eventually, pulling her close and pressing his lips fiercely against hers. There's nothing gentle in their kiss, it's all built up need and barely contained anger on his side at being so weak to her. For putting her in danger like this. He's on the edge of a spiral, his mind flashing through all the terrible things that could happen to her now, all because he couldn't keep his damn hormones under control. But the bite of her nails into his shoulders pulls him back to the present, to the feel of her lips and tongue against his. In that moment neither noticed the subtle shift of the CCTV camera focusing in on them.  They do notice Seven bursting out of the door a few moments later with a triumphant cry of 'I knew it! Zen, you owe me chips!'.  "I'm going to kill him." MC laughed, catching Vanderwood's arm in hers before he could race after the quickly retreating redhead. She leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Not at the party." She hummed, shaking her head as she pulled him back inside. “I’ll keep you busy if I have to.”

The party is, of course, a success. Somehow she manages to keep a close eye on him without suffocating him which is a skill she really should teach Seven. Every time the hacker shows his face he makes some sly comment about them kissing before disappearing into the crowd, and really Vanderwood should have brought more weapons with him.  “We aren’t inviting any more mummies… no Seven, I don’t care how cool she was.” MC sighs as she helps tidy the space after their guests have left, Seven is pouting and giving her his best sad puppy impression. “Maybe next Halloween.” He lights up at that, ignoring Vanderwood’s irritated groan. MC elbows him gently, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips as she glances around the rest of the assembled RFA members. “I think we’re getting good at this.” She grinned, stretching in her seat. “Thank you for everything again guys, you’re the best people I know.” “Rika would be so proud.” Yoosung is grinning, swaying a little in his seat as tears start to gather in the corners of his eyes. Her face twitches a little at the remark, but she smiles softly back at him, making a mental note that Zen is not allowed to feed him beers any more. “I think Mr Han and I should get going.” “Ah yes, Elizabeth the Third must be missing me terribly. You really should let me bring her next time MC.” “No!” MC looks between Zen and Jumin and shakes her head. “Sorry Jumin. Though, if you’re willing to let Seven take care of her at the next party I’ll consider it.” “Yes! Elly!” Seven grins.  “That furball is not-” “I’m not letting that cat abuser touch-” MC just laughs. “Guess that means it’s time to leave. Someone make sure Yoosung gets his drunk ass back home safely?” “I’m not drunk!” He protests, though the wobble as he stands kind of ruins the effect. As they walk out together, chatting happily between themselves, Vanderwood is too distracted by MC beside him to realise Seven is planning to ditch him until it’s too late. Reaching for a gun that isn’t there as he watches the flash car speed away with the blonde kid in the passenger seat. “Were you going to try and shoot him?” Vanderwood shrugs. “Just the tyres?” MC just stares, it’s a little unnerving. Eventually she tips her head towards a waiting taxi. “I’m back in my place so I have a spare room if you want it. I promise I won’t do anything untoward that might harm your delicate sensibilities.” He shouldn’t, but the offer is far far too tempting when there’s that small smile on her lips that promises far more than a look has any right to. 

Her apartment is cosy, but thankfully bigger than the place he had watched through Seven's CCTV feed. The spare bedroom meant at least he wouldn't need to sleep on the couch. Following her into the living area his eyes scan the room in almost a reflex action, three doors plus the one they came in through, one escape route, the kitchen is attached to the living space, they're on the second floor so windows are an option albeit not a thrilling one. His brain catalogues all the information as if it were a mission before her soft voice brings him back to reality. "Sorry, it’s probably not as nice as staying with Seven but this is my place I guess?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "You've not asked me to tidy up, this is much better than staying with the idiot already." Her laughter is light and he can picture the smile even while his eyes trail over the walls. There are a lot of photos with faces he recognises from the RFA, a few he doesn't, but none that look like family. Maybe that's something he should look up later… "Having fun there?" She's sidled up beside him, her hand gentle on his arm. "Bathroom is there if you want to freshen up, that door is for the spare room, I'm going to change out of this and I'll be right back, feel free to make yourself at home," she pauses at the door to her room for a moment and nods towards the window "you can smoke on the balcony if you like, just not in the apartment." Then she's gone, he can hear her moving around behind the closed door and tries very hard not to picture what she's doing in there. There's a muffled thump and some quiet swearing that breaks him out of those thoughts with a quiet laugh. "You okay in there?" "Quit laughing! When was the last time you tried to get out of a catsuit?" Oh, so she heard him laugh. Oops. "That's more Seven's thing." He hears the door open and he thinks his heart stopped. She's never looked so relaxed before, even in the selfies she occasionally sends to the chatroom, and it looks sexy as hell. Vanderwood finds himself shifting slightly on the couch as she comes over to sit beside him, crossing one of his legs over the other to try and hide the effect she's having on him while he tries not to stare at the bare legs now exposed by the oversized shirt she wears. "You okay there?" She turns slightly, head tilted as she watches him, cheeks colouring ever so slightly. "Sorry, I think all my host abilities wear off when I get home. Do you want anything?" You. He bites back the words, the threat of the agency looming in his mind. But she's still watching him carefully, a soft smile on her lips, and he feels his guards start to slip. "Vanderwood? Are you-" It's the tenderness in her voice, of all things, that breaks his resolve. One moment she's talking, the next her words are being stolen by his lips. She melts into him, hands gripping at his shoulders. When they finally break apart she's panting, but she's grinning at him. "Maybe I should have made you promise not to do anything untoward." "I can stop?" "No!" Gods help him she sounds almost offended by the suggestion, her eyes going wide and heat flaring in her cheeks almost as soon as the word comes out. "Please don't stop." He grins, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he looks down at her. She sighs out a breath and smiles softly up at him, arching up to press another kiss to his lips. She’s met with a low growl as he tugs on her leg, pulling her prone under him. “Last chance. If you don’t tell me to stop now I’m not sure I’ll be able to.” She pulls him down for another kiss in answer. “I don’t want you to stop.” With a considered look at her he scoops her up in his arms, carrying her towards her bedroom. She frowns a little at the sudden movement, confused.  “Wouldn’t want to ruin your nice couch.”

Her room is both nothing like he expected and almost exactly what he should have expected. He can see the faint glow of stars on her ceiling and in a moment of panic he tugs at her hair, she moans (which is nice), but she throws him a suspicious look. "Just checking you're not that idiot in disguise." He shoots a pointed look at her ceiling. "Do this with Seven often do you?" With a grunt he tosses her on the bed, though she lands more gently than she expects, propping herself up on her elbows as she watches him scan the walls. His eyes linger on the bookcase for a few moments, picking out the half hidden graduation photos. "Done with your investigation yet Mr Stark?" That snaps his attention back to her, swallowing hard at the name as he takes her in, sprawled on the bed with her legs parted just slightly enough to be enticing. With a feral grin he shucks off his jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt without ever letting his eyes leave hers. He can see her breathing speed up, cheeks flushed and pupils blown as she watches him strip. She goes to peel off her teeshirt but he shakes his head. "I think that's the gentleman's job." She nods, dropping her hands and watching him. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her eyes trace over planes of muscle, following scars as they lace over his skin. When her gaze finally drifts back to his face she finds a cocky smirk, and lust blown eyes. His movements as he finally heads towards the bed are predatory and downright sinful. Calloused fingers trace up her legs, slowly mapping every inch of skin from ankle to thigh. He edged the hem of the shirt up to her hips, rubbing small circles in the softness of her inner thighs. Her quiet panting moans were beautiful, he could almost see how wet she was for him already, and it was all he could do not to tear the lace of her underwear apart and dive in. His fingers found the shirt again, tugging it up and over her head in one practiced movement. She grabbed him before he could move away, tangling a hand in his hair and crushing her lips against his. “If you don’t touch me soon I’m going to scream.” She murmured, fingers curling in his hair. “You’ll be screaming either way.” The look she gives him then is somewhere between exasperated and pleading, releasing his hair as he moves down between her legs. As much as he wants nothing more than to bury himself inside her he wants to treat her right. For the first time in years he finds himself caring more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Skilled fingers pull away her underwear, purple leopard print he notes (for him) and he dives between her legs like a starving man, pinning her hips with one arm as she bucks against his face. He could do this for hours, Vanderwood thinks, if she'll just keep making those delicious sounds. But she's too worked up and he orgasm comes too soon. She's still somewhere in the fog of her high when she hears the rustling of clothes and the crinkle of foil. For one panicked second she thinks he's leaving, but then his weight is on top of her, his eyes burning into hers. He pauses, the question on his lips, but she just pulls him down into a kiss, hooking one leg over his hips and trying to pull him down. "I'm not going to break." She breathes. "I need you inside me, please god." He wants to come up with a witty line to respond, but her body so close to his and the promise of sheathing himself deep inside her tight heat is too much for him to even think. A low growl rumbles through his throat as he pushes himself inside her, hearing the drawn out moan and feeling her back arch as he bottoms out inside her. It’s a rush of near-overstimulation, her walls tight and hot around him, the way her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs press against his ass, the soft moans in his ear. It’s all so much more than any sex he’s had in a long time and he would do anything to preserve this moment. She rocked her hips against him, a sign he’d been still too long, and the motion snapped something inside him, his movements rough and sharp. She keened under him, clutching at him like he was her lifeline, mouth full of gasps and lewd praise. He felt her tense, clamping down around him as she cried out his name. It was the name that pulled him over the edge, burying himself so deep inside her and holding her so close that he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

When he rolled away from her, pulling off the condom and throwing it into the bin across the room, she reached up to brush her hair away from her face.  “Wow.” Her lips were turned up in a smile. “Now I know what people mean when they say they’ll be walking funny for a week.” He chuckled, tugging her against his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not apologising.” “Gods no, please don’t.” She nuzzled into his chest with a pleased hum. “Never guessed you’d be a cuddler.” Vanderwood makes a non-committal grunt in answer. Truthfully he never guessed he’d be a cuddler either, usually he was out of the door by now. Not that he did this often, but it was an urge he’d never quite managed to turn off, despite the agency’s best attempts. This was different though, he wanted this for more than just simple relief. It was wonderful and it terrified him.  MC hummed. “Will you be here in the morning?” Her voice was soft, a little wobbly with worry. “You making breakfast?” He tightened his grip just a little. “Who knows?”  “Guess I better stay to find out.” He chuckled.

[afictionalwhore]

Extra Spicy Curry

Vanderwood x MC/Reader

Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1 k

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent Vanderwood smutty mess. I have been simping for this man since 2016. Please, just give him a route already. In the meanwhile, enjoy some smut of our favorite secret agent daddy. 🥵

Disclaimer: I haven't played Another Story yet.

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In a miraculous change of events, Seven decided it would be safest for the girl to leave Rika’s apartment and stay with him while he worked on catching the hacker targeting the RFA. Vanderwood would be the last to admit that he was glad she came to stay with them. In the beginning, he was vehemently against the idea, fearing Seven had personal feelings for the girl. It was as if God and every other celestial being was making a joke of his life as Vanderwood was the one who ended up developing feelings for the girl. 

It started simply at first. She helped him keep the place clean and did the cooking. Lord knew Vanderwood needed the help. How Seven managed to dirty the place up so badly was beyond him. Her help freed up Vanderwood's time to babysit Seven, or attempt to get work for the agency done while Seven was distracted by the RFA. Personal feelings in his line of work was extremely dangerous. All his time with the agency, Vanderwood had been careful not to get involved with anyone. Vanderwood had enough self control to crush his feelings, hide them. Or he thought he did. 

The way she moved made him realize that she was fully aware of his feelings, and was teasing him, testing him. He felt his heart speed up whenever she bent over to pick up after the messy hacker, giving him a perfect view of that round ass. She would often bring him coffee, leaning over him, to make sure her chest pressed flush against his back, wearing the thinnest shirts so he could feel her perky nipples. Sometimes as she cooked, she would dance, swaying her hips right in his line of vision. 

She couldn’t deny her growing feelings for the secretive man. As soon as she met him, she was entranced by the cold agent. She had spent the same amount of time fantasizing about tangling her hands in those long, brown locks, pulling on them as he touched her in all the right places. She could feel the heat rising in her as she imagined his scarred and muscular body holding her flush against him. She made sure to carefully calculate her movements, knowing exactly what would give Vanderwood the most tempting view of her. It seemed like her hard work had paid off as rough leather gloves grabbed her waist as she danced in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Tonight was curry, extra spicy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanderwood’s low voice growled in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she gasped, her smirk and blush hidden from Vanderwood.

He leaned in to whisper to her. 

“I know what you’re up to. You think I don’t notice the way you move? The way you bend over, giving me the sweetest view of your ass? The way you press yourself against my back when handing me my coffee, instead you lean over me from behind to set on the desk instead of just handing it to me in front of me like a normal person? Or how about the way you dance, the way you dip and bend and sway? You drive me crazy.” He punctuated the last statement with a rock of his hips into hers, pulling a moan from her, before turning her around to face him.

A blush colored her cheeks. She was too flustered with their closeness to speak, his deep brown eyes seemed to pierce right to her soul. But Vanderwood didn’t give her the time to speak before he was kissing her greedily.

This is wrong, Vanderwood thought as he crashed his lips down on hers. I can’t have these feelings.

Despite whatever the highly-trained logical side of him said, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamt about this moment. He spent countless nights laying awake fantasizing about her. He dreamt of what her soft skin under his rough, calloused hands would feel like. He could have creamed himself imagining the pretty noises that would leave her pretty lips. Those lips he’d spent long nights dreaming about, thinking about those soft lips wrapped around his thick cock. He even dreamt of holding her in his strong arms after. 

He drank up her wet kisses as she reached to wrap her arms around his neck. He reached around to grab her ass, kneading the soft skin over her jeans. He pulled her in closer to him, and she moaned the feeling of his hardness against her.

A burning in her lungs caused her to pull away, gasping for air. For a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still as they gazed into each other's eyes, both pairs glassy with need. She nodded, and it didn’t take long for Vanderwood to lift her up into his strong arms, shrugging off his jacket before he carried her off to the spare room that unofficially became his own with how often he stayed to supervise Seven. They kissed along the way, hurriedly, sloppily, needily, bumping into walls. 

Finally, they made it to Vanderwood’s room. It was exactly as she would have expected: flawless, not a crumb or stray paper on his floor and not a wrinkle in the sheets of his perfectly made bed. He used her weight to close the door and slam her into it, lips never parting. As he held her against the door, he bucked his hips into her.

“Vandy!” she whined, breaking the kiss to tug at the hem of his deep purple v-neck, signaling for him to take it off.

He couldn’t stop the chuckle and smirk as he broke away to quickly remove the offending garment, tossing it to the side.

"These too," she pulled at his pants.

"Someone's needy," Vanderwood commented, his voice and eyes darkening in a way that made her pussy flutter and thighs squeeze together.

He complied, pulling off the leather. Once he was down to his black briefs, he faced her, stripping her bare with his eyes before laying a hand on her clothes.

"Strip," no hesitance in his low voice as Vanderwood commanded.

Her hands immediately pulled the hem of her own shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to meet his own discarded clothes. She tugged her jeans down and stepped out of them, effectively bare save for the purple lace bra and matching panties.

“What a naughty girl,” Vanderwood comments, his voice heavy with lust as he drank in the sight of her. “Did you plan this?”

“Yea? So what if I did,” she smirked and gazed at him through her lashes. “What are you going to do about it?”

Vanderwood couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he approached her. Once again, he lifted her up in his strong arms, only taking a few steps before tossing her onto his bed, crinkling the perfect sheets.

His lips attacked her neck, small sounds of pleasure hummed in her throat. He moved down, leaving purple marks in his wake. When he reached her chest, she lifted herself up to unhook her bra, throwing it out of their way. Her tits bounced with their release from their lacy prison.

He was mesmerized by her perfect breasts. Soaking the sight of them into his memory before diving down to greedily suck on one of her nipples. His hand reached up to pinch and flicker the other. The actions pulling soft sighs from her. 

Once he was satisfied, Vanderwood moved down to trail kissing along her stomach. When he reached her panties, he pulled them down, meeting slight resistance as they stuck to her already soaked core.

“You’re so cute, getting this wet already,” Vanderwood teased. He chuckled at the flush of her cheeks at his praise. “Baby, we just got started.”

With that, Vanderwood lifted himself off the bed and pulled her so her legs dangled off the edge. He hiked her legs on her shoulder as he crouched down to face her hot core.

“What a pretty pussy,” he cooed as he spread her folds apart. “Mind if I have a taste?”

She hummed her approval, and Vanderwood wasted no time. His long tongue flicked at her clit. He lapped at her soaked entrance, dipping his tongue in every so often, before moving back up to suckle at her clit. He slipped a long finger in her, causing her hands to dart into his hair. After a few pumps, he added another finger, curling the two against her gummy walls before dragging them out. The motion caused her to tug at his long locks, the roughness causing him to moan against her sensitive bud.

"God. You have such a pretty pussy," he moaned into her, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "Fucking delicious."

"Please," she begged, her orgasm creeping up on her. She was so close, just a few more thrusts of his fingers against her, a few more flicks of his tongue. Her thighs clenched around his head.

At this, Vanderwood pushed her legs back open and pulled away, effectively ruining her orgasm. 

"Please, what?" Vanderwood teased. His lips tugged into a smirk while her slick gleamed on his mouth and chin."You have to tell me what you want, babydoll."

"Oh just fuck me," the irration of her lost orgasm evident in her voice.

"Gladly." Vanderwood stood and backed away just enough to give him the room to remove his briefs.

With nothing separating them, Vanderwood lifted her legs up so her ankles rested on his shoulders. He rocked himself up against her pussy, dripping with her own arousal and his spit, his head grazing her clit, pulling another sweet moan from her lips. Her walls clenched around nothing as the heat radiating out of her core invited him in. She felt his tip at her entrance, the head of cock large enough to split her in two, and bucked her hips to pull him in. 

Vanderwood never thought she looked more beautiful as he pushed his thick cock into her hot cunny. She rolled her head back against mattress. She felt as though she were going to be split in half in the most delightful way. This was exponentially better than what either of them could have dreamed on those long nights alone fantasizing about each other. Vanderwood would take her warm, dripping pussy over his rough hand any day. Her fingers would never be able to replicate the feeling of Vanderwood's large tongue,  long fingers, and hot, thick cock.

Despite the romantic feelings that had developed between the two, there was nothing about this that could be called lovemaking. Everything about them screamed desperation. Her cries as he merciless pounded her, every grunt falling out of his mouth causing her to clench around him.

As if driven by instinct, Vanderwood lowered her legs in favor of folding them against her chest. The new position allowing him to reach even deeper within her. With every thrust, he reached her cervix. His eyes met hers as he looked down at her through his bangs that had fallen in his face.

"Oh god," she cried, as his cock dragged in and out of her tightness, hitting her sweet spot with each push and pull of his hips. "Oh Vandy, I'm so close." 

"Francis," he panted, sweat sticking his tousled hair to his pale skin. "Call me Francis."

"Francis?" she tested the name. It felt natural, right. "Francis!" 

Hearing her use his real name, the name he chose for himself, pushed him closer to falling off the edge into what he believed would be the blissful, intoxicating orgasm of his life.

"Fuck. Fuck," his thrusts grew more frantic, losing his rhythm as he pounded into her soft cervix. With a final, whispered "fuck", Vanderwood found himself coming undone. His grip on her legs would surely leave bruises in the morning as he snapped his hips against hers, his warm seed filled her to the brim.

Watching his face contort with absolute bliss and the feeling of his warm seed in her most intimate parts was all she needed to reach her own peak. With a cry of his name, her back arched deliciously off his bed as she gripped his sheets hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. 

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing at each other while climbing down from their highs and trying to catch their breaths. A small whine escaped her as Vanderwood finally pulled out his softened cock, white dripping out of her spent hole.

”Let me get you something to clean up," Vanderwood turned, but she had reached out to grab his wrist. 

"Stay," She whispered.

How could he deny her? It was as if God and every other celestial being had answered his unvoiced prayers. The mattress caved under Vanderwood's weight as he gently laid himself besider her, pulling her into him for her to nestle against his chest. She could have fallen asleep there, warm and safe in his arms. He could have just as easily fallen asleep holding her if it were for her harsh, sudden cry.

“Fuck!” she bolted up.

“Oh. Again?” Vanderwood joked, before noticing the look of fear in her face. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you...” he was worried she regretted letting him finish inside, both of them fully aware of the consequences. 

“I forgot about dinner!” she jumped out his bed and ran out his door. “Shit shit shit!”

As she rounded the hallway corner, the sight in the kitchen caused her to come to a grinding halt. Vanderwood, who had been following closely behind, crashed into her. 

There stood Seven, with an apron tied around his waist, at the stove stirring the curry and dancing, humming along with the music she had left playing when Vanderwood whisked her away. Without turning to face them, Seven chuckled. 

“Next time you two decide to get your freak on, please turn off the stove. I don’t want my house burned down because you couldn’t keep in your pants like a couple of hormonal teenagers

“Now go get dressed; dinner’s done.”

[fishsticksloser]

Finding Our Work

RFA & Minor Trio x gn!reader

Warnings: nsfw meantions

Zen

He has loads of fans

Fanfiction is nothing new to him

But! When he found your old writings?

Stunned

He took everything you wrote to memory to do it with you

Fluff made him blush

Angst upset him, he would never want that to happen

Smut tho?

He took that to heart

He mimicked your fanfictions for you

Down to the last word

Yoosung

Fanfiction?

About him?

No way.

Fluff made him stutter and blush

Angst made him cry

And smut?

He would stutter

Blush like crazy

And ask if you want to "roleplay"

Jaehee

She figured Zen would have fanfiction made about him, but her?

She felt she wasn't special

The work made by fans said different

Fluff was her favorite

She would copy the things written

Angst? She never read it, she refused

Smut?

Well she blushed like crazy

She did tell you she was up for anything tho

Jumin

The hell is fanfiction?

He looked it up one night while you were out

Shooketh

So much smut

"Jumin Han is my daddy."

SO MUCH ARTWORK (some nasty👀)

Fluff made him chuckle, but he mimicked the writings for you

Angst upset him.

He has a hard life, some of them would upset him greatly

Smut

So much BDSM or DDLG

He was not into that

But he did ask if there was more he could do for you

Seven

Fanfiction?

Perfect!

He would giggle and laugh

Flattered to no end

He liked teasing those who he was shipped with about all the smut about them

His favorite thing to read was smut

Fluff made him feel butterflies in his stomach

He never read angst, he refused

Smut

His favorite

Will read it out loud, mimicking your voice just to see you blush

Would 1000% bring it to the bedroom

V

Didn't believe there was fanfiction about him

Then he found it

Fascinated

Shocked by how beautifully it was written

Don't even get him started on the artwork

In love with all of it

Fluff made him so happy

He loved how they decided to make him happy in them

Angst. He couldn't find many

Smut?

He found one with you, himb and Jumin and that through him for a loop

But he loved them all the same

Saeran

The hell is fanfiction?

And why the fuck should I care?

Its all an act

He reads it when you're not around

He adores fluff

It makes him melt

Angst get on his nerves so he tends to stay away

Smut gets him all hot an bothered

He eventually brings it up to you tho

Vanderwood

No clue what fanfiction is

Not even fanart

But then he sees it

Loves the artwork, he isn't much into reading

But he does read it sometimes

He doesn't care for fluff because life isn't alway perfect

Likes angst, he's used to that stuff

Smut?

Turn on

He likes to read it and will bring it up to you immediately

[ilyvanderwood]

The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

Masterlist | Ao3

[fandom-collective-writers]

Reader x Vanderwood - Good to be Home

Title: Good to be Home

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Character: Vanderwood

Genre: ;)

Warnings: it smecci

Kinks: PHONE SEX, dirty talk, masturbation, vibrator, edging, dont worry theres actual sex in here, standing sex, daddy/babygirl (name calling)

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: 2000 words

Requested by: Anon!

Quote: Smut quote “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Shameless self-promo: check out my blog here!  

Other comments: DAMN i been thirsting for some vanderwood smut lately ngl and i was really happy when i saw this request~ 11/10 for this motivation image – I did have to edit the prompt a bit to make it fit! also, posting it a few hours early because i have to sleep early! hope you enjoy~

You are about to wash some dishes when an unknown number calls your cell. This is not something uncommon. Seeing as Vanderwood was on missions all the time, he was not allowed to have a personal cell number. Instead, he called you from any phone available – hence the unknown numbers. 

          After quickly taking the gloves off, you answer the call. “Vanderwood?” 

         There is a moment of silence that makes you question if it’s actually him, but then you hear the token grunt he makes before he sits down. “Hey.” His voice is low and raspy, and you’ve almost forgotten the roughness of it because he has been away for so long. “What are you doing?” 

         You pad over to the couch and sling your legs over the arm. “Nothing real–”

         “Good. Can you do something for me?” 

         It is less of a question and more of a command – you immediately sit up, thinking that something is wrong. “Are you okay?” 

         When the line goes quiet, your heart starts to thunder. 

         “Yeah, I’m fine. I have some time to myself and wanted to talk to you.”

         Exhaling slowly, you relax and rake your fingers through your hair. 

         Vanderwood laughs on the other side and you hear brief shuffling. “Did you get worried?” 

         “Well– yes! I don’t know what could happen to you while you’re out there. I just… get anxious when you do that silence thing.” 

         “Silence thing?” 

         Curling some hair around your finger, you bite your lip. “Well… sometimes you go quiet before you respond to things, and I just jump to the worst conclusions.” It feels good to get this off of your chest – you feel relieved now that you have shared it with him. 

         “You don’t have to worry about me. Alright?” 

         “Okay… What was that thing you wanted me to do?”

         You can almost hear the smirk stretching across his lips. “It’s in the bedroom. I left a surprise for you before I left. Go check it out.” 

         Now excited, you jump off the couch and make your way to your room. “Where is it?” 

         “Nightstand on my side. Top drawer. Has a big red bow on it. You really can’t miss it.” 

         Keeping the phone under your ear, you sit on the bed and open the drawer as instructed… but you are not expecting to find a hot pink vibrator with a red ribbon bow tied around the top. You pick it up, half gasping as you touch it, and then turn over the card to read the message on it. So you don’t get lonely. -V

         “Do you like it?” 

         You struggle to find your words, but then manage a weak yes. 

         “Why don’t you try it out?” He is trying to reign in his laughter. “But stay on the phone.” 

         At his comment, you completely flush. “You mean like… phone sex?” 

         “Yeah. You want to try it?” 

         Now, your heart is racing for a completely different reason. It is hard to say you are not tempted to agree, but also, you have never tried anything like this before. Still though, you lean back against his pillow and clutch the vibrator with one hand. “Are you going to tell me what to do?” 

         Vanderwood swallows hard. “Are you going to listen, baby girl?” 

         “Yes, daddy~” 

         It was too easy to not reply with the name, and you know that Vanderwood likes it. “Hhh… take your underwear off. They’re going to be soaked otherwise–”

         As fast as you can, you kick off your shorts and panties, leaving you only in your shirt and bra. As you spread your legs apart, you take the ribbon off and toss it into the corner of the room. “Okay. Now…?” 

         “Turn it to the lowest setting and rub it against your inner thighs. Don’t think about touching your pussy just yet,” he demands, his voice on edge. 

         You wonder if he’s getting off while listening to you, and just thinking about it makes your stomach flip. “Why not?” 

         “Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean I can’t edge you.” More shuffling comes through the line, but then his voice cuts through the white noise. “Be a good girl and listen to me. I’ll help you feel good.” 

         His voice drips with temptation and is completely irresistible. You want to hear him say everything, and you will gladly do it as well. So you press the round button, turning the toy on. It vibrates in your hand, and before Vanderwood can remind you what to do, you rub the head over the inside of your thighs. It’s so close to your clit, that you are tempted to disobey Vanderwood, but you decide against it. As the rubber touches your skin, it sends electric pulses to your core. 

         A moan slips from your lips, but you cover your mouth and hope that Vanderwood does not hear it. He does though, and snickers in response to it. “Aroused already? When was the last time you touched yourself?” 

         Swallowing the urge to shove the vibrator into your folds, you whimper softly. “It’s been.. a while.” 

         “A while?”

         “Since you left.” 

         You hear Vanderwood stand up. “You haven’t fucked yourself in a month?” 

         “Vanderwood! Don’t say it like that.” 

         “Turn the vibrator off.” 

         “But–”

         “Turn. It. Off.”

         Whining you push the button and turn the toy off. You let it fall from your hand and you slump down into the bed. “Well now you’re going to make me wait more?” 

         “You’re going to regret telling me that, baby girl. Turn it back on to the third setting and put it directly on your clit. But don’t grind against it, just let the vibrator do its job.” 

         This sounds like torture, but you do it anyways and press the head between your folds. The second it touches your bud, you throw your head back and moan. This setting is much stronger than the first one, and you immediately feel your muscles tense. “V-Vanderwood, please–”

         “Nuh-uh. Drag it across your cunt. Slowly.”

         “D-Daddy…”

         Vanderwood grunts. “Do it.” 

         You relent and do as you are told. The toy slides against you, and you realize that you are already more wet than you expected. It feels amazing, especially since you have not indulged in something like this in a while. Still, you wish that Vanderwood were there to do it himself. You miss his warmth and the way he drags his calloused fingers over your skin. 

         “I can’t hear you moaning. Louder.” 

         So you set the phone down and put it on speaker phone. Even though he never gave you specific permission, you grind the head against yourself, making your clit pulsate. “I–I’m going to cum–”

         Vanderwood exhales sharply. “Keep going.” 

         You put a leg up and turn on your side slightly. Muffling your moans with the pillow, you whine, praying that you’ll reach your release soon. Vanderwood licks his lips and groans. “Turn the vibrator off.” 

         “What?!” 

         “You heard me. Turn it off.”

         “But–”

         “Babygirl…”

         You’re about to cum, but you know that you’ll moan the second you do, so you turn the toy off and drop it. Your legs are shaking and your high escapes quickly. “Why did you–”

         But before you can finish your question, Vanderwood pushes the door to your bedroom and walks in. He’s holding the phone in one hand and the other is hanging loosely off of the waistband of his pants. While keeping his gaze locked with yours, Vanderwood smirks. “Hey baby girl. Miss me?” 

         His voice echoes through your phone, and he hangs up before closing the distance between you and him. Vanderwood grips your wrists and pulls you up from the bed. “V-Vanderwood! You didn’t tell me you were coming home!” 

         He smirks and catches your lips in a deep kiss. “I had to get you warmed up. It’s been too long since we did this…” Vanderwood pushes you against the frame of your canopy bed and takes a moment to remove his shirt. The hidden holsters are still strapped to his muscular arms and toned chest. He does not bother to take them off, and you aren’t really complaining because they rather turn you on. 

         You move to help him with his belt, but Vanderwood grips your hands once more and keeps you pinned down. He pushes his pants and boxer briefs down just enough so that his cock is exposed – it is erect and dripping with precum. 

         He’s been here all along, you realize. He wanted to tease me and get me ready for this. 

         “You ready?” 

         Even if you say yes, you are definitely not ready for the sensation of Vanderwood stretching you. Somehow, he is larger than you remember, and you cry out as his tip rubs against your slick walls. He grips your thigh and pulls your leg to rest over his hip, giving him more access to your cunt. 

         You don’t dare hold back this time. Moans fall from your lips as Vanderwood thrusts into you. The bed creaks, so you throw your arms over his shoulders and drag your nails across his shoulder blades. “I missed you so much…” 

         Vanderwood grinds against you, pushing himself deep into you – he hits the spot that he knows makes you go insane. “Yeah? I can tell. Your pussy is pulsating around me.” His caramel hair falls over his eyes, so you push it back quickly and smile at him. 

         “V–Vanderwood–”

         He nips the skin of your collarbone. “Yes baby girl?” 

         “Are you going to edge me again?” 

         “Hm…” Vanderwood tips his head back slightly when you clench down on him tightly. Biting his lip, he digs his fingertips into the supple flesh of your thigh. “How badly do you want to cum?” 

         You whine and arch your back against him. “Really bad…” 

         “Oh?”

         “Daddy please.” 

         Again you say that, and again Vanderwood has a hard time restraining himself. Every time the name falls from your lips, he wants to fuck you senseless – but Vanderwood swallows the fantasies and saves them for another day. He bends his head to meet your nipple, and after giving it a soft lick, he teeths on it. 

         “Say that again. I’ve missed your voice.” 

         Your mind goes blank as he grips you tightly. You have forgotten how skilled he is with his tongue – it rolls over your skin as he sucks and bites on you, marking you, teasing you. “D-Daddy!”

         “Fuck,” he groans in response. “Cum.” 

         “What?” 

         Vanderwood leans down against you and kisses the soft skin behind the back of your ear. “Cum for me.” His hand slips down to grab your ass, and he pushes you down harder onto his cock. It rubs against your most sensitive spot, and you tense before releasing – almost on command. 

         He bucks back and forth, now panting heavily, and his hair tickles your skin. Just as you feel his muscles contracting inside of you, Vanderwood pulls out and pumps himself hard. Still in a daze, you close your eyes and feel his seed paint your skin. It is warm and dribbles down your stomach. 

         As you come to it, Vanderwood presses his forehead against yours. “Damn… it’s good to be home, baby girl.” He pulls out and you slump against him. 

         “You had to do the whole fiasco to tell me that?” You laugh and pull him down for a sloppy kiss. 

         His arms wrap around your waist and he brings you flush against his chest. “Is that suggesting that you aren’t happy I’m back? Well this is awkward then.” 

         “No! Of course I’m happy you’re home–” 

         Vanderwood slaps your bare ass, making you yelp. He steps back and takes his pants and underwear off completely. “Then let’s clean up. I want to spend time with you tonight.” With that, he winks and pads off to the bathroom. 

         You lean back against bed frame and inhale slowly. 

         Damn he looks good walking away from you. 

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Requests and Asks!!!

I have my own ideas for future fics, but it really helps if I get requests in my ask box! I want to write what you guys want to see, so this is just a guide for that I guess! (It’s also a hopeless plea for requests but shh)

Yes!

Ships! If you submit basic info about yourself (personality, hobbies, etc., more than just your appearance), I will ship you with a MysMes character! And who knows, maybe I’ll write a short lil somethin-somethin to go along with it ;) 

 Oneshots! I’ll do both requested character x Reader and a ship between canon characters. If you request these, it’s preferred to have a specific idea you want done (i.e. something more than just “a V x Reader”). The idea can be as vague or as detailed as you like, such as “A 707 x reader where they plan their wedding” (more on the vague side, I’ll be taking more creative liberty with requests like those), or “A Vanderwood x 707 oneshot where...(insert key dialogue lines you want to see, the order of events planned out to the nines). Oh, and when you ask for Saeran, PLEASE specify which Saeran you want! He has a long list of personas, such as Unknown, Ray, Suit/Dark Saeran, SE Saeran, and GE Saeran. 

 Preferences/Scenarios! Submit a scenario such as, “RFA + minor trio (could be any characters such as adding Rika, or just RFA, whatever you want) and Hand holding”. It could be simple and basic, like wearing their clothes, sad and angsty like death or a break up, or out there and strange like switching bodies or something. I’ll then give a long bulleted list of details for each character for the prompt, which is the standard format for these on tumblr. More traditionally written prompts in paragraph form are better suited to places like Wattpad and Quotev. And for Saeran in these, I’ll be writing for ALL of his personalities, because I like to be thorough (this includes GE Saeran, SE Saeran, Suit/Dark Saeran, Ray, and Unknown).

 Headcanons! Basically the same as preferences/scenarios, but headcanons work best when it’s just one character and you want something more detailed, possibly in paragraph form. If you’ve been around the fanfic community on tumblr, you know how these work.

 Rarepairs! I will write for almost any ship! Vanderwood x Seven? I love that! Yoosung x Seven? Not rare but I’ll write for that too! V x Believer #28428? Sure! MC x Prologue Guy? Fuck yeah, baby! All I ask for is that you don’t bash anyone’s ships.

That’s Gonna Be a No From Me

Anything that isn’t Mystic Messenger. As you know, this is specifically a MysMes fanfiction blog. Though, you could request AUs, but the characters must be from MysMes.

 Explicit smut. I will write limes, however, or things with the implication of explicit content. Maybe in a couple of years lemons will be on the list, but as of now, that’s going to be a pass.

 Vague ships. Like mentioned above, if you don’t include more detail about yourself than just your appearance, that isn't enough to go on; I will not complete your request if it only contains “brown hair, hazel eyes, tall”.

 Illegal ships. Any pedophilic ship or incest is a big no from me. Yoosung x Rika is a hard pass, and I am almost 99.99% sure that I will never write for Saeyoung x Saeran. It makes me uncomfortable, and if you ship it that’s fine, I just don’t want to write for it.

[mythiica]

What all fandoms do you write for and do you have any rules?

Hi hi!

Here is a list of the fandoms I write for~ I mainly use my tumblr for Otome games, but I do have a DeviantArt that has a lot more anime fics. I’ll include every fandom I can write for here

Otome Games:

Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, Masamune, Ieyasu, Shingen, Kenshin, Sasuke, Yukimura, Kennyo

Ikemen Revolution

Ray, Sirius, Luka, Seth, Fenrir, Lancelot, Jonah, Edgar, Kyle, Zero, Harr, Oliver, Blanc, Loki, Mousse, Dalim, Dean

Midnight Cinderella

Alyn, Louis, Giles, Leo, Byron, Nico, Robert, Sid, Albert

Mystic Messenger

Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, Jaehee, V, Saeyoung, Saeran, Vanderwood

Blood in Roses

Gerard, Cecil, Rogan, Jack

Wizardess Heart

Klaus, Randy

The Niflheim+

Leo, Victor, Philippe, Jean, Orlando

Love Tangle

Miguel, Norman, Valentin, Lex

Anime: 

Attack on Titan

Erwin, Levi

Banana Fish

Ash, Eiji, Yut-Lung, Shorter

Black Butler

Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Grell, William, Undertaker, Soma, Joker, Claude

Darling in the FranXX

Zero Two, Hiro, Goro

Death Parade

Decim, Ginti, Clavis

Death Note

L, Light, Near, Mello

Durarara

Shizuo, Izaya

Fairy Tail 

Natsu, Grey, Sting, Ezra, Mystogan (Jellal)

Final Fantasy XV

Prompto, Notics, Ignis, Gladius

Fate Stay the Night: Unlimited Blade Works

Archer, Lancer, Saber, Gilgamesh, Rin

Food Wars

Soma, Akira, Satoshi, Kojirō

Gurren Lagann

Kamina, Viral

Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto

Sakamoto, Hayabusa

Hunter x Hunter

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Hisoka, 

K Project

Mikoto, Saruhiko, Reisi, Kuroh, Yashiro, Izumo, Misaki, Goki

Killing Stalking

Sangwoo, Yoonbum

Kill la Kill

Satsuki

Noragami

Yukine, Yato

Soul Eater

Stein

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Saiki

Yona of the Dawn

Hak, Soo-won

Rules for request (I’ll be using this for reference in the future!): 

SFW

I mainly write in second person, but I can write in third (no first person!) 

I will not write Canon x OC for a request

I can write gore

NSFW

There are certain kinks that I don’t want to get into, but I won’t list them (to each their own of course). In the case that I get a request with something I can’t write, I’ll reply to it and ask that they make a new one! 

I won’t write a Yandere!Character x Reader/MC smut 

This list might change as time progresses! I will update as I go~ Hope this answers your question for now

[haloshornsinkstains]

Cabin in the Snow [Vanderwood]

Vanderwood x reader.  CW: drinking, gets a bit steamy (no actual smut, sorry), two dumbasses in a cabin

“Oh? So you’re saying you can’t see any way in which two attractive people cuddling under a blanket could be even slightly romantic?”  

Normally cuddles by the fireside would be something romantic. Something out of a scene in some cheesy romance novel, accompanied by mulled cider and sweet kisses, maybe some other romantic cliches. Like the snow that was softly drifting past the window. But in those scenes the room wasn’t otherwise absolutely frigid, and the people in question weren’t usually lost in the mountains, snowed in and utterly unprepared for the scenario they’d found themselves in. Or maybe they were, you weren’t really up to date with trends in romantic literature, but either way the reality of this particular situation was way less sexy than popular tropes would have you believe. The cabin was freezing, the fire and the single blanket from the bed the only sources of warmth, and you didn’t have any warming drinks in your hands. Unless you counted the bottle of scotch you’d found while rooting for the cupboards for food, which you refused to do even if the burn of the alcohol was warming your cheeks a little. You huffed, leaning back a little to peer into the hallway where your partner was pacing with a phone to his ear, straining to make out what he was saying. “What do you mean you can’t get here until tomorrow?... Yes I have noticed all of the snow, that’s why we’re stuck here!... Romantic?!... Just hurry up, you’ve got the location.” The frustrated groan and thud of skin meeting wood signalled the call was over and you quickly snapped back to a sitting position, hoping he hadn’t noticed as heavy footsteps thudded towards you. “I know you were listening.” You scrunched up your face in irritation, tiling your head back to glance up at him as you lifted the bottle. “Scotch?” “You know alcohol isn’t actually any good for you in cold weather?” He took the bottle anyway, sniffing it suspiciously before taking a sip. You shrugged, taking the bottle back. “Well, aside from melted snow and one suspicious looking tin that’s all we have.” You tilted your head towards the kitchen and all the empty cupboards. “Might as well make the most of it if we’re going to be stuck here.” Your partner sighed, tugging on the blanket. “Learn to share.” You rolled your eyes, holding it open. “You’re the one that wandered off to call Seven, while I was trying not to freeze to death Vandy, it’s all your own fault.” He grumbled something you didn’t quite catch, pressing his body against yours and pulling the blanket around the two of you. “That’s a dumbass nickname.” You laughed, shaking your head and leaning back into the warmth of his body. “You do realise you’re basically saying your name is dumb?” “I still have my taser on me you know.” He grumbled, snatching the bottle out of your hand and lifting it to his lips. “What did Seven say anyway?” You hummed, pulling the blanket up around your chin. “I thought you were listening?” Vanderwood asked, peering down at you suspiciously as you shrugged. “He won’t be able to get here until tomorrow.” “And?” You pressed, barely suppressing the smirk playing around the corners of your mouth. “And nothing.” You grinned, leaning your weight against him just a little more and tugging the bottle back from his hands. “So I just imagined you saying something about romance?” “You cannot be serious.” You drank from the bottle, eyes focused on the fire as you shrugged. “I don’t know, two people snowed in, having to huddle together for warmth… pretty sure I’ve read more than one story where that’s half the plotline.” “You’re actually delusional. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere trying not to freeze to death isn’t romantic, it’s a pain in the ass.” You tipped your head back slightly, resting it against his shoulder as you studied the light pink dusting his cheeks. “Oh? So you’re saying you can’t see any way in which two attractive people cuddling under a blanket could be even slightly romantic?” The flush on his cheeks darkened, his head snapping down to stare at you. “Attractive...?”  “Very.” “Oh.”

The two of you lapsed into silence again, you leaning against him as you waited for him to process what you were saying. You knew from experience that Vanderwood wasn’t the best with compliments, he froze up and took a while to process it as if it was a completely alien experience to him (a travesty as far as you were concerned, though the shade of pink that dusted his cheekbones was far too pretty to pass up). Eventually you felt his body relax a little, shifting to pull the blanket a little tighter around you both, pressing you closer together. You hummed happily, tilting your head back again to watch his face, his lips pulled into a thin line and a furrow between his eyebrows. He was thinking; about you if the way his eyes flicked between your face and the fire was any indication. Thinking was better than outright denial at least, and as much as you wanted to make the decision for him, to turn in the blanket and press your lips to his, breaking the balance now was too much of a risk to take. The cogs were turning in his brain, weighing out the pros and the cons, you just had to hope his decision would fall in your favour. “We aren’t supposed to have attachments. It’s dangerous.” “I know.” You sighed, pulling your gaze away from his face and back to the fire. “But it’s a little late for that.” “You-” “Yes.” “Oh.” Feeling awkwardness wash over you like a wave you shifted, moving to pull away, only to find a strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you tighter against his body. You froze, not daring to look back his way, afraid you were getting your hopes up for nothing. But then long fingers caught your chin, turning you to face him as soft lips pressed against your own. Your heart stopped for a moment, shock and elation running through every fibre of your body, until his tongue gently ran along the seam of your lips and you let instinct take over. You twisted, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. Not wanting to pull away and break the spell even when your lungs burned for air.  Eventually Vanderwood pulled back, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours. “This is a terrible idea. We’re agents, we’re not supposed to do things like this.” He sighed. “But, I guess, if I’m going to do something stupid I’d rather it be you.” “Calling me stupid now Vandy?” You grinned, pressing another light kiss to his lips.  “I regret this already.” You laughed, shifting to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands gently stroked your lower back, slipping beneath your top to rub circles against your skin. You arched your body into his with a low moan as his touch dipped lower, running along the waistband of your pants. Your fingers tugged gently at his hair, dipping your head to mouth kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You could feel his grip tighten on your hips as you found a particularly sensitive spot below his ear, his breath catching in his throat as you rocked your hips against his in response. The motion sparked something in him, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense just moments before he tipped you on your back, pinning you to the floor beneath him with a smirk. You returned his heated gaze, biting your lip and letting your eyes run down the shape of his body. The flush on his cheeks was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes now as he dipped down to kiss you again, resting his weight on one arm while the other trailed down your body, sliding down your side and up your thigh. You arched into his touch, hooking a leg over his hips as you sought the friction you’d lost with the change in position. “Stop teasing.” Vanderwood hummed in response, pressing his hips into yours to pin you down. “Just warming you up.”

The next day, when Seven finally managed to get out there to rescue you, he entered the cabin to find two sleeping agents tangled up in each other by the embers of a dying fire.  “Come on sleeping beauties! Your hero, God Seven, has arrived!”  You groaned, cracking open one eye to look at him before propping yourself up on your elbows and nudging Vanderwood with your foot. “Vanderwood, we’ve been rescued.” You hummed, stretching and running your hands through the knotty mess of your hair. You felt the body beside you shift, coupled with a grumbled “I’m awake”, and if you haven’t had company the rasp of his sleepy morning voice would have been enough to have you pounce on him then and there. Somewhere near the doorway you heard Seven stifle a laugh under a fake cough and you turned your head to raise one eyebrow at him. “Looks like I should have taken longer getting here.” He grinned, nodding towards your neck. “See Madame, I told you it was romantic!” You grimaced, pressing a hand against the tender spot between the junction of your neck and shoulder. “For that, I’m driving.” Vanderwood snarled, pushing himself upright and pulling you to your feet. Seven wasn’t going to let either of you live this down for months.