#( (don't worry he will not drop u ww) )

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Of course he meant it-- anything he felt or thought or said in this feverish state was something truthful, and painfully so; Vash wouldn't be able to keep anything obscured right now even if his life depended on it... so it was a good thing that they were in the privacy of a decent hotel room. Less risk of angry mobs manifesting and hunting them down, coupled with the boon of having thicker walls than their usual haunts of cheap inns or motels.

... he wasn't sure if he would care if a mob did manifest right now, though. Too engrossed within this pleasure nexus; in the feedback loop of Wolfwood and his heat and growing desperation; the fluttery and sporadic tightening of his body around Vash's cock like it, too, was trying to beg the blond to fill him up.

wolfwoodwolfwoodwolfwood--

Sweat poured from his temples and soaked through the thin material of his shirt, thanks to the swift and brutal pace he'd set. It really had become this frenzied thing between them that, if the undertaker's lacy, delicate outfit survived their joining with no more than a few stains, Vash would be genuinely surprised. If it was still completely intact by the time they were both spent and utterly exhausted, then he was asking Wolfwood where he got it because he was going right back to that shop and getting something made of the nigh-indestructible material for himself, too--

Hghk... khh...

He was going to break, soon, hopeless to hold off for too much longer as Wolfwood bombarded him with moans externally, and internal pleas for him to finish inside. Drool dripped from the Plant's open, panting mouth and onto Wolfwood's collar as he was forced to unlatch just so he could breathe before that knot in his stomach finally snapped. Vash managed to utter maybe one syllable of warning through gnashed teeth-- safely away from the soft, malleable flesh of his partner, his beloved --and with one last thrust, deep, deep inside, gave into the feeling and flooded the other man; gasping and grunting and pressing his face tight against Wolfwood's as he shuddered through an earth-shattering climax that threatened to take him out at the knees...

Wolfwood has never been one for words; he's never been anything near a poet, has never breathed the same air as a poet, but this sensation has him wanting to pen books about it. In the moment though, articulating has become far too great of an issue—too much of a burden to bear.

The most he can manage are unsynchronized grunts and huffs as he tries to balance his breathing unsuccessfully. If Vash continues to go like this, he'll...

gonna. gonna cum if. if you keep. if you keep like this. speed.

There, that's good enough. He's not sure that the words happen so much as the feelings of oncoming climax do, but either way he gets the point across. Wolfwood captures the heat and need that Vash gives him in turn, savoring it while also greeding for more. Is he really that important to Vash? Is he... does he mean it?

Possessive mantras float to his mind like subliminal messages before getting louder and louder. Its as though Vash's bites get stronger with each thought, and Wolfwood doesn't mind a bit. He reflects reaffirming feelings toward his partner—yours, yours, yours.

More, more, his body decides on its own, attempting desperately to slam in tandem with Vash's hips as best as he can. So full—he's so full, and Vash hasn't even finished inside him yet. The thought passes his shallow mind and it causes Wolfwood to remove one hand from the wall to bring it to his dick, forcing him to put all of his weight on just a single arm. He can handle that, surely.

Licking his hand before he can get anywhere, the undertaker squeezes it between Vash and his cock to stroke himself in time with the thrusts that he can still feel in his belly. Vash is deep, obviously not that deep, but, fuck, does it feel good.

The most he can manage are desperate moans that end in cut off breaths turned whines.

"V..vsh—Vash—VashVashVash—Blon-die—"

inside inside need need need to feel you so deep inside come inside need it as many times as you want i can take it please please please please—

[mediocreanomaly]

while I love me some Vash and ww I wanna go with Knives rn 🥴 what do you think his kinks would be? and/or favorite positions 🤤

Authors note: My first NSFW request? so swag...also u!!! ur so epic I love when you interact fr *inserts that puppy dog eye emoji* Here's some Knives content for you Knive kissers tho!

Knives X Reader NSFW HC's

Positions:

I think Knives likes any position that allows him to be over you. He likes feeling like he's in charge in pretty much anything he does, and I mean anything.

Mating Press: One of his favorites. He has a thing about cumming inside every time and he'll get a bit irritated if you clean up too quickly because it seems like a waste. This is the perfect position to make sure every drop is fucked as deep into you as he can get it. Plus It makes him feel in control, he likes using his body weight to pin you down. He likes having you caged under him, letting your scratch along his shoulders as he pumps himself deeper into you.

G-Whiz: Lmao! ignore the name...He likes to over stimulate you. (mostly because as a plant he can go multiple rounds without getting tired) This just gets the job done a bit faster. Having your legs slung up over his shoulders does something to him too, the way he can hold your hips up at the perfect angle, drilling into your g-spot every time...He can't get enough of watching your fucked out face as you roll your eyes back from the fourth orgasm of the night. He also likes being a bit rough with you, proving to you how fragile you are compared to him not that'd he'd ever hurt you. He just enjoys the way you fold so nicely under him.

Cowgirl: Now I know I said he likes being on top but this is the one position where you can get him under you if you catch him in the right mood. He likes watching the way you bounce as you attempt to keep your composure despite falling apart even on top of him. More than that he likes having a view of every time his dick sinks into you, watching as you lift yourself up until it's nearly just the tip then sink yourself back down to the hilt. He'll grunt as you put your hands on his chest trying to chase your high. (he's not completely fair though, even here he likes to be a brat. He'll grab your hips if you slow down too much and fuck up into you using you for his own pleasure. He's a bit selfish in that aspect but don't worry he won't stop until you've cum at least twice.)

Kinks:

Breeding Kink: Maybe this is too obvious but...I mean c'mon. Knives has this whole fantasy about getting you pregnant, about making sure your constantly full with his child. He'll go multiple rounds to the point his cum is spilling out of you coating your thighs. He doesn't care, he'll go one more round just to make sure it takes, just to make sure there's no room for anything else but him. He constantly has you bending over things trying to breed you, and don't you want to carry his children? Don't you want to be good and let him fill you up?

"N-nai" you groan feeling warmth drip out of you, coating both you and Nai in his cum.

"Please, I cant do another round, s'too much" you whine too cock drunk to really think of anything but the man between your thighs. He has your hips propped up on pillows so that your hips are angled up towards him, refusing to let any of of his cum go to waste.

"You can go one more round can't you? Your doing so well..." his hand moves to press down against your womb trying to feel himself from the tin layer of fat that separate him from it. You whine and throw your head back but nod giving into him.

"Good. I'm going fill you again and then in return....you can have my child." he muses already beginning to rock his hips into you again. It's was going to be a long night.

Knife Play: Again...too obvious? Still! He has his blades you better believe he's going to use them. Knives getting to show off he's not human is something of a source of pride to him so he'll remind you of this fact in the bed room too. He likes the way the metal looks against your skin anyways.

Your body tenses as the cool silver of Nai's blade gently run against your skin. It's the dull edge, the side that won't cut, but if either of you move in the slightest that won't last.

Nai watches you like a predator about to strike, artic blue eyes reflecting in the dark as he lets the vines wrap around your body. They snake up your legs pulling you further apart for his view, and before you can protest there one wrapping around your throat forcing you to bear your neck lest you slice your throat open.

"Carful...their quite sharp" he muses. He finds this funny, the prick. Still, it's hard to be mad when there's ever pooling warmth building in your stomach. You jerk slightly when of of the blades climbs up your waist and hiss when the blade around your thighs cuts in slightly. Nai tsk at you and drags his thumb over where the small cut is and brings it to his lips, licking the blood off it.

"and you were doing so good..." he uses his vines to once again spread your legs apart so he can look at you, you feel his fingers ghost over where you want him most and you feel tears prick at your eyes wishing he's get on with it already when he finally begins to line himself up with your entrance, "now remember...don't move."

Predator/Prey: Sue me but tell me this man doesn't like a chase. Maybe it appeals to his plant instincts or that's his excuse anyways. In all honesty I think he likes to show off how much stronger, how much faster he is than a human like you. These little bouts of power send an extra thrill to his head, luckily Knives wing is very large so you can play into it.

You pant letting your feet carry you as fast as you can across the cool floor of the Arc. Were you fast enough? The answer is almost always a resounding "No" but when you don't hear foot steps behind you decide to take your luck at face value.

You look around for a hiding spot, adrenaline spiking though your body as you go into overdrive. You spot a small crawl space, just big enough for you to wiggle into if you're quick. Without a second thought you dive for it, scrambling to hide yourself away, knowing there's no way you can out run him for long. As if he can hear your thoughts the second you pull your feet in you hear the tell tale sound of his feet and the drag of a blade against the wall. You put your hands over your mouth to stifle any noises.

"I know you're in here" Nai coos, icy voice bouncing off the walls of the cold room. The echo makes it hard to tell where exactly his is, which only causes your heart to thud faster against your ribs.

"Be good and come out here for me, maybe I'll even reward you" It's a bluff and you know it. He didn't want you to give up, not now. It'd ruin the hunt, make it less fun.

Silence falls over the room and you close your eyes to listen for any movement, there's none but you know better than to take the chance. After what seems like forever you hear the slow clicks of foot steps retreating. You stay in your spot for a second regaining your breath before you steel yourself and take off again.

You run. You run faster than you ever have before but as you move down the hall...you hear the sound of something- no someone turning the corner. Shit. You turn and sprint down the hall way, you need a hiding place, you need to run faster you need-You feel your body suddenly pushed to the ground an you know, like always, you've lost.

"You lasted much longer this time" Nai muses in your ear, body still trapping you between him and the floor.

"Such a shame, but you didn't really think a human could get away from me did you?" you feel his hands glide down your body already tugging down the hem of your pants. Maybe losing wasn't so bad...not if this was the punishment.