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She/her/they. 30-something. Fandom old. AroAce. Deep in the Arcane brainrot. Writer of fanfic. 18+ and NSFW. Proship. Anti-censorship. pfp by @chickennuggets08.bsky.social‬ Use #ChzWrites to find threads! Non-fandom side account: @chzva.bsky.social

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · Aug 1

For @harmlessthings.bsky.social
Vampire!Silco/blood bag!Vander
cw: biting

He meets him at a sex club, of all places. He's tall and thin with a sharp nose and a narrow chin. Unlike everyone else he's buttoned right up to his throat, hair smoothed back as he cooly looks out over the other club goers.

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

I did it so you better read it. 😝

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akisguns archives @akisgunsarchives.bsky.social · 9h

“how does my cock feel in your mouth?” as they suck on their tdick

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Raine @meralasan.bsky.social · 10h

#kinktober2025 webcam prompt 😇
look, if I have a chance to draw Gaz looking all pretty in lace, I'll draw Gaz looking all pretty (and slutty) in lace

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

moving in his legs again.

[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

"It's okay if you enjoy it, Vander," Silco said blandly, though Vander knew he was feigning his indifference. It clearly pleased Silco that Vander enjoyed being on his knees, collared and obedient for him.

Vander didn't answer, stretching his back and pacing around the room to get the blood +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

pushed himself to his feet.

"Yes and no. I will tell you when your attention is required. Smeech is idle business that is of no interest to our greater partnership. Why? Did you have trouble paying attention?"

Vander grunted out a wordless response, and he could see the gleam in Silco's good eye.

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

If he really was a dog his tail would be thumping against the ground, betraying how Silco's words made him feel.

"You may stand," Silco said, finally removing his hand from Vander's hair, and he missed the touch immediately.

"Am I meant to be paying attention during these?" Vander asked as he +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

It wasn't enough for people to see him as Silco's faithful dog. No. Silco needed to demonstrate just how much of a pathetic mutt Vander really was.

After some time Smeech left, and Vander's attention was drawn back to Silco as he cooed his praise at Vander for good behaviour during the meeting. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

He was distracted by the gentle touch of Silco's fingers in his hair, the tingling feeling when his nails scraped against it, the sparking pleasure when he gave it the occasional gentle tug.

Vander wondered if Silco knew what effect he was having on Vander. If that was the point of all this. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

fingernails against Vander's scalp, and it was embarrassing how effective it was at easing Vander's annoyance.

Silco kept his fingers in Vander's hair, petting him idly as he and Smeech talked business. If Vander was meant to pay attention to the contents of the meeting, he didn't know. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

at Silco's side.

"The Hound of the Underground," Smeech said. "Your reputation precedes you. I thought you'd be taller," he said with a snort.

Vander bristled at the jab, leaning forward without realising until Silco's fingers caught in his hair, stopping him in place. Silco scratched his +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

Vander of an old street cat.

His left arm and both his legs were mechanical, and atop his head stood a tall, narrow hat which Vander assumed was meant to make him appear taller than he was.

Smeech crossed the room with an uneven gait, large eyes scanning over Vander where he knelt obediently +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

The first meeting of the day was with one of the other chem barons, Smeech, Vander thought his name was. He was a yordle, though you could scarcely tell by looking at him. His fur was thin and sparse, his oversized ears making him look more like a bat, and his singular snaggle tooth reminded +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

The idea of it should have not thrilled him the way that it did.

"I understand," Vander croaked.

"Good. I have a meeting this afternoon. You will sit by my side like the dog that you are and will not speak unless you are spoken to. Understood?"

"Yes," Vander replied. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

You will not remove the collar when you are here and you will not remove it yourself. Do you understand?"

Vander's mouth was dry as the Shurima desert, and so he nodded.

"Speak, hound," Silco snapped, and Vander felt as though if a leash were in his hand he might have tugged on it. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

Vander should have felt humiliated. Disgusted even. Instead, he felt an odd sense of rightness. If anyone had ever owned Vander, it had been Silco. And having a visual marker of that, despite the circumstances, was thrilling.

"You will be present with me for all my meetings." Silco said. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

it settled against his throat. He swallowed against it as Silco buckled it shut, testing the fit of it with a finger and a brief tug. on a ring on the back.

"There," Silco said, a decidedly pleased tone to his voice. "Now everyone know that you're owned." +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

Silco touched two fingers beneath Vander's chin, tilting his head up. They looked at each other for a brief moment before Silco pulled his hand away, moving around behind Vander. There was the metalic clink of the buckle and then the collar passed through Vander's vision before +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

Vander wanted to refuse. He didn't want to debase himself like this, not for Silco, not for anyone. But after only a moment of hesitation, he fell to his knees with a dull thud. A thin smile pulled at Silco's lips and he reached for the collar on the table, stepping towards Vander with it. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

When next Vander had arrived at Silco's office there was a collar waiting on the desk. It was at least two fingers thick, good quality, a rich burgundy that matched the colour of Silco's shirt, and polished to a shining finish.

"Kneel, hound," Silco commanded. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 8h

#Vanco #Zaundads

It was a condition of their reconciliation.

If Vander was to retain the moniker of Hound of the Underground, he would have to have to live up to the name in practice.

He'd dug his heels in about it at first before finally relenting, much to Silco's obvious satisfaction. +

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 10h

*sprays YOU with the water bottle*

[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 10h

Don't write a thread don't write a thread don't write a thread don't write a thread.

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 10h

A niche costume in the year of our Lord 2025.

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[ chz ] @heyitschzva.bsky.social · 10h

Consider a scenario where someone is meeting Vander for the first time but Silco has him on his knees on a leash. The Hound of the Underground with such a reputation preceding him and they go "I thought you'd be taller".