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Impeded // Vander x reader

Request: I'm a sucker for some kids being cockblocks. Vander and femreader start to get handsy in bed and before things get good kids come knocking.

Requested by: ​Anon

Summary: The request!

Warnings: A small amount of smut

Words: 1.9K

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Not my gif (but I love it)

That day, the Last Drop had been incredibly stressful – it had been one of the busiest days for the business in weeks. Vander was nothing short of relieved when he finally managed to get the last few drunken patrons out of the door. He closed the heavy doors once more, an almost delighted sigh passing his lips – eased at the thought of being able to just wipe down the bar and few, messier tables, before being able to retire to his room. Grabbing the somewhat grubby rag that he normally used and had no other use for, he got to work; it wouldn't take too long, and his lover – so often left alone on nights like this – would soon have his company again.
You had gone to bed about an hour before, but hadn't been able to find sleep. Thanks to habit, the only way you could be lulled into sleep was the feeling of strong, warm arms around you, holding you close to a broad expanse of chest and keeping you there, safe and sound, away from the threats of Piltover and Zaun, no matter how impossible the task may seem. So, in order to try and feebly replicate the feeling of Vander holding you close, you wrapped the poor excuse of a blanket around your shoulders, curling up to try and carefully replicate the feeling of the man's warmth – but it was of no use. For a while you were certain he wouldn't return soon, for you could still hear the somewhat muffled din of the Last Drop's patrons through several walls. You gave a heavy sigh, moving yourself to lay on your back and stare aimlessly up at the ceiling until your lover returned to you. You didn't know how long you had waited like that, you hadn't even noticed the sound of the patrons slowly dying away as they left, one by one. You had gone into your own little daydream, your mind hoping that time would pass more quickly like this, and you wouldn't have to endure the torture of laying alone in your shared bed in its entirety.

You were roused from your daze by the slow, quiet creaking of the bedroom door – and you had half expected to see Powder or Claggor peeking around the wood of the door, in search of you and the comfort you provided them after a night fraught with night terrors, monsters they couldn't deal with on their own. Instead you saw your partner, trying his best to creep into the room, having convinced himself you would have fallen asleep by now. Whilst he was preoccupied with trying to silently close the door behind him, you pushed yourself to sit up. Your face started to split into a small grin, and Vander started when he had noticed you'd moved. "Thought you were asleep..." He mumbled, his low voice not much more than a whisper, not wanting it to travel through the walls and wake the four sleeping children in the room next door. He moved slowly, trying not to make the floorboards creak beneath his heavy boots, as if you were sleeping peacefully. You gave a soft laugh, no louder than a huff; "No..." You shook your head at him. "It's pretty hard to rest at all when all you can hear is the cheering or shouting of patrons." You tell him, sounding both amused and borderline unimpressed. Vander replied with a chuckle of his own as he sat down on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. The mattress and frame creaked slightly under his weight, but neither of you paid it any mind. "Give us a moment, love..." He told you as he moved again, getting off the bed to find the clothes in which he normally slept. You waited patiently for him to return, and thankfully this time you didn't have to wait for too long – his side of the mattress dipped down again as he clambered over to you, his hands and arms finding you quickly even in the darkness of the room. He pulled you close to him, pressing a kiss to your cheek. As he started to move down to the line of your jaw, his beard left no room for surprise, brushing the surface of your skin as he moved to place another kiss. Pulling you even closer – though part of you had initially doubted that this was humanly possible – Vander's lips moved over your neck, as he carefully nipped at you with his teeth, trying his best not to leave any visible marks that would raise questions amongst the youth of the family the next morning.
Your hand slowly began to tangle itself in his greying hair, giving a hushed giggle as he nuzzled into the side of your neck for a moment, adjusting how he lay so that he now towered over you, his arms propping him up and keeping him in place. "Thought you wanted to go to sleep?" You asked him, voice slightly muffled as you pressed the side of your face into his. Vander gave a slight huff at your words, as he continued to move down, this time pressing more fervent kisses to your collarbone. "Missed ya," Was his only verbal response to what you had said, as he started to grind his hips into you, trying to show you what he meant, rather than tell it – if he said too much he feared some young and curious ears may overhear him. Your hand darted to cover your mouth to suppress and muffle the sound that tried to rise out of your throat, before you hastily grabbed the collar of the old, off-white shirt that Vander wore to bed, so you could press your lips to his, suppressing quiet moans from the both of you as the man once again rolled his hips into yours – separated only by two veils of fabric that your lover was now trying to hastily remove. You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips then, and you knew from the way that Vander had stopped moving that he was raising an eyebrow in your general direction. "Somethin' funny, love?" He asked, his voice low and gruff, sending shivers down your spine. You grasped for his shirt in the dark, eventually finding the fabric and pulling him down to you again, even though you were acutely away that only Vander had managed to remove the obstructive clothing between you. "Just you, sweetheart," You replied quietly, pressing your lips to his once more, one of your hands keeping his shirt in place, and the other slowly starting to make its way down between the two of you, eager to give Vander the love and attention he so desperately, and so clearly wanted.

Vander gave a low groan as you touched him, clenching his teeth together to try and hold his resolve against your ministrations – you knew all too well the things that made him go practically feral. He buried his face into your neck again as you continued, his hips moving slowly and slightly into your hand, Vander unable to help himself in this. "Sweetheart..." He grumbled, his hands starting to wander down your body, gripping and squeezing intermittently with each wave of pleasure that washed over him. He was already getting lost in the moment, but a quiet, innocent voice caught your attention, causing you to instinctively push the bulky man off of you, causing him to groan in protest.
"Vander...?" The voice called again, and suddenly Vander's eyes started to clear, no longer clouded by lust and longing – though the ache remained even as he came to his senses, no longer influenced by his most primal and carnal desires. He quickly moved to cover himself with the sheets you had hastily thrown at him, as the voice called once more – not amused or fooled by the silence it was met with. "What're you doing?" The door creaked open a little wider, revealing the short silhouette of Powder, the youngest of Vander's wards.
"Nothin', Pow..." Vander replied, expertly hiding the frustration that he felt at being interrupted. "What are you doin' out of bed?" He asked her, propping himself up on one elbow, and trying to act like he had been laying down the entire time. Powder shuffled her feet against the old wooden floor, no doubt looking down as she often seemed to in situations like this.
"I had a nightmare..." She mumbled, and you could feel the sigh that left Vander's body at the young girl's words. You started to shuffle out from under the covers – you were more dressed than Vander, and would save Powder the wait for Vander to find anything to cover his lower half.
"I'll handle it..." You told him, patting one strong arm before slowly moving to guide Powder out of the doorway of your room, taking her back to the small shared room the children had. Whilst Powder went and clambered into bed, you grabbed her discarded stuffed rabbit from the floor. "Can't forget this little guy, now, can we?" You asked quietly, being careful not to wake the other three sleeping youths. Powder quickly grabbed the item she found comfort from, sinking into the bed, curling up and allowing you to cover her up. "Now... You get some good sleep, yeah?" You whisper to her, before pressing a light and quick kiss to the top of her head. "You can tell us about the nightmare in the morning, when you've had some sleep..." Powder gave a little bit of a grumble at this, starting to pout at you.
"But it was scary," She insisted, "And it felt real-"
"Sweetheart..." You started, trying to calm her down before she got too loud and woke the others up. "If you get too scared, then you can climb in with Vi... I don't think you want to sleep with grumpy old Vander..." You playfully pinched her nose, and she gave a quiet giggle, your conversation distracting her from the fading memory of the nightmare she had experienced but ten minutes or so prior.
"He is grumpy..." She agreed, as you leant down by the bed, reaching for an old, makeshift night-light that had been made for the young girl. After you were certain it wouldn't flicker off anytime soon, you brushed some of Powder's cerulean hair off of her forehead. "There... That'll keep the monsters away..." You told her, and she nodded slowly. It was clear to you that sleep was already starting to creep up on her again, and you could but hope that this time it would be more peaceful for her. You carefully snuck back out of the room, pulling the old creaky door shut behind you, hurriedly trying to return to yours and Vander's shared room. Vander was on his side when you returned, still awake and still somewhat frustrated at being interrupted. You crawled to join him in bed again, wrapping your arms around him from behind. You rested your head on the top of his arm, peering at the silhouette of Vander's profile through the darkness. "You alright there?" You asked, a teasing edge to your voice. Vander gave an indignant huff at your question, moving his head slightly to look at you.
"Don't start teasin' like that..." He warned, moving a little bit to lay on his back.
"Oh, Van..." You chuckle, repositioning yourself to be on top of him, "The teasing is going to go somewhere, this time." You assure him, as his hands find your hips easily.
"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled, his voice already growing husky and gruff, just as before. "Well stop teasin', and get to it." He practically demanded – and who were you to refuse?