#Wolfwood x Reader

[liquorcooked]

Back to back (wolfwood)

my silly little musings, ive had these collected for quite some time already, so just finding them again and pinning them all here for my collection

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The desert cooled fast after sundown, the heat fleeing like a thief. The fire cracked low, spitting occasional sparks into the air. Vash had passed out against a rock, hat over his face, muttering something about pudding in his sleep. You were pretty sure that meant he was fine.

You stood nearby, wrapped in a thick, familiar black coat. A little too long in the sleeves, warm in the way only something lived in could be.

Behind you, Wolfwood sat on the overturned crate, cigarette glowing between his lips. He eyed you sideways.

“You always smoke this much, or just when I’m around?”

He smirked, taking a slow drag. “Only when I’m resisting the urge to kiss you.”

You blinked. “That so?”

“Mmhmm.”

You walked over, dropped beside him with a lazy huff. The coat swamped you, but you didn’t give it back. He eyed you.

“You wanna die of heatstroke?”

“Maybe I like smelling like you.”

That shut him up. He looked away, ears pink. Lit a fresh cigarette just to give his hands something to do.

The silence stretched. Peaceful. Warm, somehow.

You shifted, leaning your back against his. His body was warm and solid behind you, like a living wall keeping the chill at bay. He didn’t move. Just stayed there. Steady.

“Ain’t you got anyone better to sit with?” he asked, voice a low rumble.

You smiled faintly.

“No. You’re warm and loud. You scare off the bugs.”

He let out a soft laugh, more breath than sound.

And you sat like that — back to back under the stars, safe for once, sharing silence like it meant something.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it always had.

[rush-the-stars]

the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part iii: heat

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18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x afab!reader

wc: 1.5k smh

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader pretending to be an alpha, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood, biting, forced drinking (of water), one "atta girl", not beta read/reviewed at all

a/n: so sorry no smut this time...just wanted to show this snippet of "before" they find out reader is an omega. next time...certainly smut. if you enjoy this lil series let me know!!

part i: gone, gone -> part ii: locked out

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|| BEFORE THE TRUTH ||

Your traveling companions are an odd duo.

With you, it makes an even stranger trio.

But it's been awhile with them now, it's good to travel in numbers. Especially for you. And they're not horrible, usually.

The suns are hot, though—both high in the sky, searing the earth on Noman's Land. The brim of your hat doesn't do much to keep it out of your eyes or off your skin at this point. You're prickly with heat and sweat and discomfort. You want to stop for the day and rest, find some little hole-in-the-wall motel with a cold shower, a mint julep, and a bed for the night.

Wolfwood can smoke while you finish your drink and Vash can clean his guns. Then the three of you will retire for the night, hopefully with little spoken, and plenty cool darkness of night. You're dreaming of it, at this point.

Hell, anything but this.

"Keep up, kit." Wolfwood barks, pausing to turn and look at you. His stupidly huge cross at least casts a shadow that you drag yourself into.

"Shut up." You bite back instantly and Wolfwood's brows rise in surprise.

"Yeesh, take it easy." He replies, "just trying to get us out of the sun sooner—"

"Do you need water?" Vash asks you, offering the canteen to you. He shakes it a little, as if to entice you. The look in his eyes, blue as the open sky, is a little too soft.

Too soft on you for some yellow-bellied Beta who’s always turning and tucking tail. You don't know why he irritates you so much sometimes—Betas are usually the least offensive of the secondary sexes, and Vash tries very hard to be that, despite attracting all the attention in the world.

(You do know why he bothers you, you think. Some part of him remains—soft? Fragile? Loving? While you were not allowed to be any of these things, not as an Omega. So you twisted them, killed them, crushed them. To live in Noman's Land, to survive, you became something else entirely.

You feigned Alpha. You feigned strong and tough and mean because you learned at a young age that you couldn't afford to be anything but.)

You rip the canteen from his hands.

"Hey." Wolfwood barks, staking his cross in the sand and stalking back towards you, "watch the attitude."

Wolfwood and you clash greatly sometimes—he tries to pull this parental, domineering Alpha bullshit with you. And because he thinks you’re an Alpha, too—a younger and smaller one—he thinks your attitude is a challenge of power, as kits often attempt. He treats you as unruly, a child to be taught and corrected, an untrained puppy.

Little does he know it’s not because you’re an Alpha at all—it’s all Omega. All you.

You shove him away from you, because he gets too close to you.

Vash’s scent sharpens in distress—petrichor gone metallic. “There’s no need to fight!” He says, “Wolfwood just—leave them—it’s fine—“

"No, they've gotta learn some manners." Wolfwood replies, throwing back his shoulders and approaching you once more. You drop the canteen. You square up with him because you can tell by the look in his eyes—a simmering, dark flame—that he's not looking to scruff you gently.

And then it's like a dog fight. It sounds worse than it really is, with all the snarling and cursing. You wrestle with him as hard as you can, but Wolfwood's significantly taller and larger than you. Dust kicks up as you both go down into the earth, squabbling. Scrapping. Wolfwood rolls you onto your back, pins you rough and heavy with his frame. His hand grabs your jaw hard.

You kick and fuss desperately. Childishly.

You tip your chin down and sink your teeth into the meat of his hand.

He barks out a laugh. He bares down on you, making you wheeze and rip your teeth from his hand to desperately suck in air.

"You done?" Wolfwood asks, fingers digging into your cheek.

"Get off me." You snap, trying to buck and twist underneath him.

"Cool down." Wolfwood replies, firm and sharp. A command. Your chest heaves. You're too hot, too furious—

"Get off me!"

"Wolfwood—" Vash warns.

"Vicious little thing—never had anyone to teach you how to behave, huh?" Wolfwood says and it's not mean, surprisingly, it's low and heated. His eyes are like dark suns. Something inside of you shifts, squirms—being talked to like that. You're torn between keening and yelling. He continues, "Now settle down. Breathe. And then I'll let you up."

You huff hard, glaring up at him with all the vitriol you possess.

"Breathe." He commands. "Slowly."

You hiss, but try to suck in a longer breath. You glare at him still. He's hot—so heavy and warm on top of you and—you just want him off—

The next breath you suck in is a little longer, the exhale rough. But then you do it again. And again. And again. Until they're longer, more drawn out.

"There—" Wolfwood murmurs, fingers beginning to ease up on your jaw, "atta girl—deep breaths. Calm down."

When your breathing is in control, Wolfwood releases you. He climbs off you, sits next to you on the ground. "Spikey," he says, but Vash seems to already know what he wants. He hands Wolfwood the canteen of water.

"C'mere." Wolfwood says, "I'll give you water."

You reach for the canteen, but he holds it away from you. "Let me help you."

"I don't need help—!" Your voice snarls around the edges.

"I know you don't." Wolfwood agrees, "but I'd like to do it for you." He holds your gaze evenly, the flame in his now coal, warm and soft. "Consider it a peace offering."

To feed someone, or have them drink from your hands is—only Packs do that for each other. And usually, it's done for children or younger members. It's a little childish but it's a show of his care, too, maybe.

(If you were an Omega to him, it would be a mating ritual.)

Embarrassment sits high in your face, the tops of your ears, more sweltering heat you didn't think you could handle. It balloons beneath your skin. You just want water and to rest and you want Wolfwood to stop looking at you like that. And you want Vash to look away. Mostly, you just want water, you think.

(Does he consider you three a Pack?)

You just want water.

You want it (all) bad enough that you'll behave.

You inch towards Wolfwood. He meets you halfway. And then his hand comes down on the back of your neck, cups the curve of your skull in his big hand. You let him bring the canteen to your lips. You tip back into his capable hands, let the water run past your lips and fill your mouth. He's surprisingly careful with you now.

Your throat works.

He makes a soft noise. Gentle, almost a coo. He's pleased.

Something inside of you burns and glows, as hot as the suns.

When you're finished, he lets you up easily. He stands, then pulls you up, too.

"Feel better?" He asks.

"No." You grouse, brushing the dirt from your slacks. "I want to rest. I don't want to keep traveling for the day. I want a cold shower."

Wolfwood raises his brows, then looks to Vash, whose got the smallest of grins growing in the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all?"

"I want a drink, too. And a meal."

Vash laughs at that and Wolfwood finally cracks a smile.

"Was that so hard to say, you brat?" He asks, moving to throw his arm around your shoulders. He tucks you underneath him. Ruffles your hair until you squawk at him. He releases you, and you lurch towards Vash, stumbling into him.

He catches you easily—so easily, and then tucks you behind him, away from Wolfwood's tormenting. A physical barrier between you. Your hand curls into the red fabric of his coat, clinging, as you peer around him at Wolfwood.

"Then let's find somewhere to rest." Vash agrees, "I could use a cold shower, too."

"I could use a drink." Wolfwood agrees, scrubbing at his stubble.

"I call showering first." You chirp as Vash turns, and you finally let go of him and ease ahead of him. He follows in your footsteps, Wolfwood shortly behind him.

"Gonna throw a tantrum again if you don't get your way?" Wolfwood drawls.

You look over your shoulder at him and stick your tongue out.

"Don't push it." He warns, but his tone is easier.

When you catch Vash's eyes, he's—open. Soft. Impossibly fond. And the irritation you originally felt from that look melts away. Slips from you before you can hold onto it, before you can brandish it like a shield. Before it becomes a weapon.

You tuck your teeth into your lip, swipe your tongue over it.

You think you can still taste the salt of Wolfwood's skin. Can feel him still, on top of you, suffocating and strong. His hands around your jaw. Him, him, him. The look in Vash's eyes, or his lopsided smile.

(Are you a Pack?)

The suns sing, heat whining.

But you wander towards the nearest town with your odd duo, let them follow in your footsteps and in your wake—

With you, making an even stranger trio.

[nanqmies]

Vashwood x Reader

cw: voyeurism, cunilingus, mentions of facials, p in v , and blow jobs. gn amab!reader , afab!vash, implied threesome, masturbation, reader is a little bit of a pervert ngl

wc: 0.4k

a/n: just a quick drabble cause this was in my mind, i fr wrote this at 11pm >_< , i pinky promise I’m almost done wif my full fic!! please be patient. i hope you enjoy my work.

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nsfw under the cut~

imagine vash n wolfwood like a bunch of sinners giving small touches to eachother, his hands leading down to vash’s and sliding his fingers in, nick rubbing his rough fingertips over vash’s sensitive clit and rolling it in small circles causing him to mewl in pleasure. Maybe he’ll even pull down his slacks and place vash’s thighs over his shoulders as he runs his tongue flatly along his slick folds, vash knits his fingers through his dark colored hair and urges him to keep going.

Of course he’ll oblige, teasing his bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while his fingers slide in to stretch out his tight pussy. Maybe that makes you a pervert for watching, your hand wrapped tightly around your cock whilst rubbing the tip with your thumb. The pre dribbling from your slit proves your thoughts right, watching your closest friends being intimate together from the crack in the door. Vash’s moans sound angelic in your ears, you pray he’d sound like that when you’re inside him. His voice breaking as he repeats your name over and over while your hands grip his hips and fuck into him roughly.. Nick slides another finger inside him, curling them to perfectly hit his g-spot, vash groans loudly and puts a hand to cover his mouth to keep in his sounds of pleasure.

Wolfwood’s always been good with his mouth, in bed or meaning his sharp tongue. His lips are always so perfect and plump, you’ve thought about them wrapped around your cock more times than you’re proud to admit. His eyes filling with tears when your tip hits the back of your throat, you’d moan shakily feeling his tongue run over the underside of your cock, tracing over every sensitive vein. You’d pull out and paint his pretty face with your thick seed, you shouldn’t be thinking of a priest in this way. Your breathing is heavy while rutting into your hand, feeling close at the sight of vash’s face contorting in bliss as his climax is near, god you want to feel his warmth around you, nicks mouth on you. You want them both badly, with a silent groan you finish in your hand. Covering your fingers in hot ropes of cum, you feel ashamed, like a pervert even. You pull up your pants and rush away from the cracked door to clean up.

Nick wipes his mouth from vash’s orgasm, he glances back at the door wondering if he’ll ever tell you they left it cracked on purpose.

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Dear authors, you should really stop putting "x reader" in your OC insert fics because it's a self insert of YOUR character and not that of the reader. I understand you want attention on the post, but it's completely misstagging the story and is quite frankly frustrating and annoying. Yeah, some readers may adapt to it, but some absolutely can not. Thank you very much

[bennysblabbering]

NSFW Headcanons: Stampede

(98 coming soon!)

Ft. Vash, Wolfwood, Knives, Meryl

I may add Legato and Roberto if people want them lol.

Vash

• Definitely either afab or intersex. Does not have a human dick. I like the idea of him (and Nai) having genitals that look like a vulva by default but have a plant-like structure that can extend out of the clitoral hood capable of penetrating.

Something that looks like this or this. I think his would be around 6 inches.

• I also think plants would have no nipples or navels, and no body hair from the neck down.

• Either a sub or a soft & loving dom. Would literally rather die than be mean or degrading.

• Probably 60/40 bottom/top, he just likes to feel good and make his partner feel good. When he bottoms, he prefers it vaginally. Not a huge fan of anal, but he'll occasionally indulge his partner if they want that.

• Loves scissoring/tribbing if he has an afab partner. Will absolutely beg and whine to rub pussies when he's in the mood for it.

• King of squirting. Could win a fucking contest. When he cums, it gets real messy with all the slick and squirt he's released everywhere. (Not that he minds...he likes it messy.) Also, his markings glow when he cums really hard.

• Usually starts out with just quiet whimpers and whines, simply from just being self-conscious. Once he starts to feel more comfortable and trusting, those whines turn into full moans.

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Wolfwood

• His dick's about average girth and roughly 7 inches. The perfect length of not too big, not too small. Feels incredible in all the right spots. Uncut, too, and loves to twitch and leak. Really responsive to stimulation.

• Has only ever dommed before. He'd be hesitant to sub, simply due to his closed-off nature, but he might be willing to once he really trusts someone. Despite what it might seem like, his default is soft and affectionate, but he will absolutely be rough and dirty if you ask. (In fact, he prefers it rough and dirty.)

• In the same vein, he's also only topped. Probably wouldn't be too huge of a fan of bottoming but he'd be fine with trying it. Likes to be fingered, though- put a finger up his ass while sucking him off and he's a goner.

• Likes to experiment and willing to try most things at least once. If you've got a kink or fetish, he'll indulge you- he likes to see you turned on, and it's possible you'll convert him to be into it too.

• Obsessed with watching his cum drip down your skin or ooze out of your hole. It makes him feel possessive and swell with pride.

• A pussy/ass-eating god. Gets real down and dirty, pins you by the thighs and just mercilessly goes to fucking town. His tongue is so skilled it'll make you cum every time, especially since his scruff feels amazing when it rubs against your skin.

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Knives

• (Go back to Vash's section to read how I headcanon plant genitals/bodies)

• His...we'll call it a stem? would be around 7.5 inches. Just a bit bigger than Vash.

• 100% dom. Would rather have his arms and legs cut off than sub.

• Actually really likes to bottom, doesn't really care which hole. He does top though; he honestly has no preference. But if he's topping you, you better prepare yourself to have a sore hole and bruises all over your body.

• Big degrader. Can't bring himself to be soft or loving. The nicest he can be is neutral. But if you like being called a "stupid fucking slut" or "filthy cock-addicted human" then he's your man.

• Not very vocal, but loves to growl and groan. He'll lean over you and growl possessively right into your ear to intimidate you.

• Also he would absolutely use his knives for weapon play. Gently drags them along your skin and finds your nervous shaking incredibly arousing. Might even lightly wrap them around you and get hard at the sight of you paralyzed in fear.

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Meryl

• Prettiest fucking pussy in the world. Cute little pink folds topped with a perfectly kissable bud. She keeps the hair trimmed but not entirely shaved.

• Complete switch when it comes to dynamics, she can't just pick one. She loves both subbing and domming. She has a size difference kink specifically when she doms, though- she loves to control people significantly larger than her (which...is most people. She's 4'9.)

• Loves to bottom but will top for the right person. Definitely has a preference though. She can't help it, she loves the feeling of her tight cunt being pounded.

• Cums at the drop of a fucking hat. She'll cum at least 2-3 times a night when having sex. Earth-shattering orgasms, too. Her entire body thrashes and her moans border on screaming.

• Loves to get fucked in missionary the best. She loves to wrap her legs around her partner's waist, lay back and hold the pillow, and feel them railing her deep inside. She actually really likes it fast and hard.

• When topping, she likes to dirty talk and play a little rough. Loves to spank, pull hair, bite and mark up, all that good stuff. By the end of the night, her partner will know they're hers.

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Trigun Cuddles

Because I am ill and depressed and I would like my blorbos to hold me about it. (Literally I am in the middle of the worst cold of my fucking LIFE right now but I persist. Somehow.)

Also it’s kinda wild that it’s taken me this long to write anything for Trigun considering it’s taken over my life entirely since I finished watching TriStamp a while back? So here's me trying to rectify that.

TW/CWs: Written with no definitive versions of these characters in mind (except Knives/Nai) but my clearest point of reference is TriStamp, probably overly sappy in places because I’m allowed it as a treat, pretty romantic in tone because I’m Normal, barely proofread.

Likes and Reblogs appreciated, RQs are open, it’s all under the cut! (If anyone sends me a Trigun request I will kiss you on the mouth /p)

I’m experimenting with layouts, too. What do you guys think?

🥀 Vash the Stampede

Please hold him he has been through so much and he deserves it—

Triple S-Tier fucking cuddler. I will not be convinced otherwise, he’s just the perfect shape for it.

He’ll lay down first and let you move him however you want him so you’re comfy first. Partially does this because of his chronic need to people please and partially because he’s slept in so many weird positions over the years that he genuinely doesn’t mind if it means he gets to hold you.

If you ask, though, his favorite position is any one that makes it easy to put his face against your neck. He just wants to be close.

Being a Plant means he’s, by default, very cool to the touch, I think. Vash is a Well Ventilated King like that—

Also if you let him I think he’ll sneak little kisses sometimes. They never last more than a second or two, but this is what happens when you’re in smoochin’ distance!!

He has dreams most nights, so that means a bit of sleep-talking and mumbling, but if you pet his hair he usually calms down, nuzzling in closer and giving you a little squeeze about it.

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Another man who desperately needs a cuddle.

I think he takes a bit more convincing than Vash, though. Like Vash’ll drop everything to give you a hug but Nico is, ironically enough, more of a cat about it. You gotta let him come to you, y’know?

But if you do it’s really nice. He wants to be as close as possible, because he cares a lot and he trusts you, but he’s bad at saying it and this is a good way to make up for all the silence.

He’s strong and you can feel it, but he’s careful. He never crushes you, he's just got you tight so you’re up against his chest all night.

Also this man is a radiator. Blankets are not recommended when cuddling with him because you will wake up in a sea of your own sweat—

He can also be a bit of an asshole about his scruff. He knows it’s rough like the rest of him, but he’s less sorry about it than his calloused hands so guess who’s gonna be on the receiving end of some scratchy-ass nuzzles!!!

He doesn’t sleep-talk, but he does snore, so sometimes you gotta roll him over into a new position to spare yourself the sound.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Augh... Meryl.... Underrated queen...

I feel like cuddling is not that hard of a sell for her, especially since Gunsmoke nights are cold as shit. And it's compounding with Meryl being one of those people with "feel how cold my hands are" circulation.

Probably gonna have to ask people to donate blankets to The Cause, but hey!! You'll be like two caterpillars sharing a cocoon by the end of the night, and isn't that what it's all about?

Also you're probably gonna want to make sure that cocoon is wrapped up tight because Meryl kicks in her sleep. Not hard, I don't think, but you can definitely feel it in any dreams you have--

Thankfully though, she's very quiet. No sleep-talking, no snoring (usually,) just. A Lotta Movement unless you're holding her especially tight.

I think she's very versatile when it comes to cuddling positions, though. Like some nights she wants to be held and then the next night she wants to be the one doing the holding.

And I'm very firmly of the belief that Meryl is the type to pack pjs whenever she goes somewhere. So like, with Vash and Wolfie you're going to have to deal with various states of undress, Meryl has a really cute, soft two-piece set of pjs.

💼 Milly Thompson

That's right!!! She's here too!!! I felt the need to include this sweetheart even though she's probably the main character I know the least about (one day I will finish '98 and Maximum, this I swear--)

Vash and Meryl being Well Ventilated Royalty 🤝 Nico and Milly being Human Shaped Hot Water Bottles--

Unlike Wolfie though, I think Milly is a much more comfortable heat. Like you can still have a light blanket over the two of you and be okay.

Also low-key I think Milly is objectively the best cuddler in this bunch. She came from a family with like a million kids, she's probably very used to sharing a bed while still being comfortable.

Like if you just tell her how you're the most comfortable she has the position down to a science. It's an observed science, but a science nonetheless!!!

If you ask her what she likes, though, the gal just wants to be cradled. She wants to feel precious and protected, damnit!!

Similar to Meryl, I think she has pajamas packed, and hers is this really long, comfy nightgown that feels really nice to hang on to.

🔪 Millions Knives / Nai

No. [Gets up from my desk]

[I am forcibly placed back in front of my computer] Alright, alright! Jesus Christ, look-- I can play in the space, but truly, down to my core, I feel like there is no way in hell Nai would go down for a cuddle on anyone else's terms. Just like. Idk. "Don't cuddle with this knife pervert" or whatever BDG said in that Polygon Mortal Kombat video I love so much.

Vash and Meryl are Well Ventilated. Nai is fucking freezing. Like the only temperature comfortable way to do this is for you to channel the thickest burrito you have ever seen and pray that's enough blankets.

You get. Maybe an arm out of this trade deal. At least at first. He already went out of his way to get you nice blankets, and you want more? In this economy he's trying to run into the ground??? Humans are so selfish! (He is doing all this complaining while hoisting you and your blankets' mass over to his side of whatever horizontal surface you have claimed as a bed--)

Aside from whatever limb he has on you, I just. I don't think he even sleeps. Like it turns more into a Forced Meditation for him where he just lays on his back and stares at the ceiling while you relax/get some z's.

The Weird Space Onesie Stays ON During Sex Cuddles.

Maybe. Maybe. If he likes you enough... You get to spend a cuddle session swaddled up in that spaceman-ass security blanket jacket/hood/whatever-it-is he wears.

[teddybeartoji]

spending a slow morning with wolfwood…

you can smell the coffee, you can hear eggs sizzling on the pan. 

leaning against the doorframe, you let yourself have a moment to take in the sight before you. donning a simple white t-shirt, a pair of plaited boxer shorts and mismatched socks – you think he looks perfect. his hair is a proper mess and it gets only worse when he casually cards his hand through the dark locks; your fingers itch to do the same, to teasingly tug at the roots just to hear him go ‘a-ah!’ before softly pinching your side. 

you can see the yellow strap around his neck and you smile to yourself; the thought of him grabbing the silly little apron you gifted him all on his own, without you having to beg him to put it on, is awfully endearing. 

(though he always wears it with pride, he just really loves it when you cling to his side and stare up at him with your puppy-dog eyes, pleading for him to put the thing on with a small pout on your lips.) 

wolfwood’s humming a quiet tone as he sways from side to side ever so slightly and you can’t wait any longer. tip-toeing across the floor, you make your way to him and wrap your hands around his middle the second he’s in your reach. he doesn’t jump, he doesn’t even flinch. 

he just lets out a content little hum instead. 

immediately, he melts into your touch – his shoulders slump as he grows just a tad smaller in order to get closer to you. the corners of his lips tug upward when he feels your fingers find their way under his shirt, gently ghosting over his sides and his stomach as you press yourself flush to him. 

“good morning, sleepyhead.”a few octaves lower, way raspier than usual – his voice has your heart stuttering. you nuzzle your face into his back while giving him a squeeze and wolfwood rewards you with a chuckle. he knows exactly what expression you’re wearing without even having to look at you and he loves it. 

he’s so warm against you and he smells so fucking good that your brain can’t help but conjure up an image of a human-sized cinnamonroll. you laugh into his shirt and wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up, curiosity swimming in his mind as he tries to peer at you over his shoulder. “what’s so funny now, hm?”

“oh, nothing, nothing…” 

he reaches behind him to ruffle your hair before turning back to his cooking. he takes a sip of his coffee and hums as if it’s the first time he’s drinking it. you feel the sound; it reverberates through his chest and comes out almost like a purr. you hug him a little tighter and press into him a little further.

and you stay there with him until he’s all done, waddling alongside him while he makes you a cup of coffee like you’re glued to him. he doesn’t complain. 

wolfwood places the food and the mugs on the table and then guides you to your chair and it’s then when he finally lets out a proper laugh. “how are we supposed to eat like this, dummy?” 

“but you’re so soft and so warm, wolfie…”

he forces down a coo at the sound of the silly nickname you’ve given him. with his big hands, he peels you from his back with little to no effort and sits you down behind the table. 

oh… 

still a bit groggy, with a few pillowlines still decorating your cheeks, you stare up at him with a sleepy smile on your face. and if that wasn’t enough to make his heart beat a little faster, the fact that you’re wearing his shirt will most definitely do the trick.

“you little thief…”

“hey, it belonged to just some guy, alright,” the little giggle you give him is almost enough to have his knees buckling from under him. wolfwood is a weaker man than he thought. “i’m sure he won’t mind…” 

way weaker. 

coffee, eggs and something sweet—

he reckons he's found his new favourite morning bite.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ nicholas d. wolfwood.

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Mishap

tags: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x f!reader, sex pollen, handjobs, oral sex m!receiving, desperate wolfwood, cowgirl position, smut

Kinktober day 15: sex pollen for @alt-er-love-requiem

!!minors dni!!

Everything felt fuzzy and warm, not even taking into account the desert winds and air blowing around his face, he was lightheaded and annoyed. Whatever it was needed to pass through his system quickly, he didn't have time for this, nor the energy to deal with it.

Making it back to the campsite the crew had set up to sleep for the night a pang of adrenaline ran through him, clutching his chest at the sudden racing in his heart. What the hell was going on? He hadn't taken any regenerative vials recently meaning his heart shouldn't feel like it's beating out of his chest. What the hell was going on?!

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he scanned the area just a distance from the campsite, wondering if there was a danger present and his body had noticed it before his mind did. Looking around, finding nothing, Wolfwood continued on his lazy trek back to everyone else. But each step felt heavier, like all his energy were being put into to taking the next step forward, and a sudden ache running up from his feet to his legs. And the ache didn't just stop there, it ran throughout his entire body, making him stiff and winded.

"What the fuck?" Muttering to himself and stopping right where he stood to reassess himself. Carefully patting his palms down his torso and abdomen, he bit back something close to a moan when brushing over his crotch, wincing from the featherlight touch from his own hands.

He was hard? Painfully hard at that? When did this even happen? All he did was step away to smoke the last of his cigarettes, not even thinking about anything in particular to cause such an occurrence. Couldn't have been the cigarettes he smoked, getting the exact same ones he had been for years now so why the hell was he feeling so weird right now?

Palming himself in hopes to relieve the painful ache in his dick, Wolfwood groaned under his breath, the stimulation doing nothing but making it worse. Great. Now that meant he was going to have to drag himself back to where he came from and stroke on out real quick or try and fall asleep with the world's most painful boner.

Going against his better judgment, he turned, muttering in annoyance as the sand dragged each of his steps to the spot he came from. God this was embarrassing, not that he had a boner, but because he was suddenly so eager to touch and relieve himself. Usually he was better about this kind of stuff, training himself to suppress his sexual desires for months on end if he needed too.

Pulling the zipper down and pushing the waistband of his briefs out of the way, his cock sprung forward, leaking with pre already. A slight brush of wind on his now exposed appendage nearly had him doubling over in pain and arousal, choking out a moan as he fiercely gripped the base of his dick.

"Fucking ridiculous, what am I? A teenager?"

Scolding himself as he rapidly pumped his cock, thumbing over the leaking tip and spreading it around the entirety. His hand felt good, but not good enough, and not that he really expected it to, but he started to struggle in working up to a quick orgasm. The dryness of his palm did little to aid in friction, moving to focus on the head only where pre was flowing out of him, providing enough lubrication. But even then, it didn't change much, barely able to notice the build up in the release he needed at the moment, like it was being suppressed inwardly.

"For fuck's sake!" Shouting with a growl, panting heavily and tightening his fist around the head of his cock, growling low in his chest as he watched the frivolous movements of his fist.

Nothing was working, not even after beginning to feel the build up because it would dissipate the next second, leaving him frustrated. Even after all that, Wolfwood was still hard, painfully hard and needing to cum before he exploded. Tucking himself back into his pants, turning back around with the moon illuminating his figure in the sand, he racked his brain in hopes of figuring out why his body was reacting his way.

The rest stop, or what used to be a rest stop they stopped at to get fuel had a little shop inside, where he got his cigarettes. He remembers you and Meryl poking around the various trinkets on the dusty shelves, observing and giggling at the little finds. Vash was out with Roberto fueling up, talking about whatever it was they talked about, Wolfwood didn't care to know. Even after snagging the carton of cigarettes, he remembers being drawn to a plant sitting in a pot on the window seal, that looked unusually well watered and cared for since this place was abandoned, and taking a whiff on the small flower barely bloomed in the center.

Freezing in his tracks, Wolfwood exclaimed at the realization, berating himself and his stupidity. The plant at the rest stop had to have a been an aphrodisiac, a late effecting one at that since it's been a few hours since then. Or he didn't notice until now, which wouldn't have been impossible considering the state he was in.

Well, at least now he had a better idea at how to properly relieve himself, only problem was it required a second person. Options were slim already, being in the middle of nowhere with the nearest people being the ones he traveled with. Roberto and Vash were quick 'nos', leaving Meryl and you. Meryl was...nice but he would have better luck going to you than her.

Fuck. God fucking dammit this was annoying. He didn't want to have to do that to you, but there was no telling how long the effects would go on or the possible harm to his body if he didn't find a solution to this issue soon.

Finally making it back to the campsite, thanking the universe no one was awake at the moment, Wolfwood carefully guessed which tent he thought was yours. As quietly as he could, he slipped inside the space, also taking another moment of gratitude that Meryl wasn't sharing the tent with you. You were sprawled out on the bedding, blanket halfway draped over your body, the hem of your white tee riding up to reveal some of your stomach, making him bite back a groan at the small peak of skin.

Nudging you while crouched down, he tried to not to get annoyed at how deep of a sleeper you were. But you finally began to wake, groaning groggily and inhaling a long breath through your nose.

"Hmm?"

Scoffing, Wolfwood kept nudging, needing you to be more alert for what he was about to ask you.

"What?" Responding even though your eyes were still closed and clear scowl was written into your face.

"Need your help."

"With what, I'm tired." Sitting up finally and giving a look that read nothing short of annoyance. God now he was really starting to feel bad, he hasn't even known you that long but he couldn't deny you were pretty, sort of preferring you over the others, not by a lot though.

Sitting down on the ground, not caring that his boner was ever the more present in his position, he pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses and pointed a finger directly at it. He could hear you gape and trip over your words, stuttering over what sounded like a cumbersome laugh.

"You want help with that when you've got two perfectly good hands?"

Now you were really laughing and it never sounded sweeter to him than right now, sucking down whatever noise threatened to slip past his lips.

"Already tried, didn't work."

"Then just got to sleep?"

"I can't, this isn't your typical everyday boner."

"Okay?" Back to sounding annoyed and more confused, crossing your arms over your chest and hiding those perky nipples peaking through your shirt.

Throwing his head back with an exasperated sigh, Wolfwood took a deep breath and gathered his words. "Remember when we were at the rest stop fueling up, and me, you and Meryl were inside just looking around?"

"Yeah."

"There was this plant on the window seal over where I was grabbing my cigarettes, it had a little flower so I took a wiff-"

"Oh my god you idiot!" Cutting him off and figuring out what his actual issue was before he could even finish.

"I know! Okay?" Hissing back, mindlessly moving closer to you without realizing it. "I don't know the severity of the effects, nor do I want to find out, so could you help me out this one time?"

Your lips pursed in pondering, looking into his eyes past the sunglasses still resting on his nose, taking your sweet fucking time in deciding if you were going to help him or not.

"Sure, doesn't mean anything so."

Your words surprisingly stung and Wolfwood didn't have time to figure out why that was, giving you a simple nod. Without saying anything more, you pulled your white t-shirt over your head, revealing those perfect tits and hard nipples, making him moan under his breath and begin to reach out. You softly slapped his hand away with a smirk, sitting up on your knees and moving down towards the end of the makeshift bed.

A simple tip of your head for him to move to where you once were had Wolfwood tearing off his blazer and tattered grey button up, leaving only his trousers. He rested his weight on his palms, leaning back with his legs spread as you crawled forward until hovering over his crotch. He must've missed when you took off your short, left in only dainty panties that he wanted to tear off with his teeth to get to your cunt.

"Flattered you came to me though." Holding the sides of his face. looking down at him with a smug look.

"Shut up." Moving to press his mouth into yours with a kiss, instantly moaning at the softness of your lips on his, discovering the sweetness that was you and realizing this might've been a bad idea. But again, he would dissect all of that later.

With all the impatience in the world, he grabbed you by the hip and planted you to sit directly over his crotch, moving your hips back and forth on his erection, the mild relief of your clothed cunt ripping another groan from him. He was eager and he knew you knew that from the little laugh he felt against his lips, sighing with need.

"That bad huh?" Commenting after breaking the kiss, running your hands over his chest and down his torso, teasing him with how close you were getting to where he needed you. Your lips pressed to his exposed neck, sucking the skin and biting it, causing his hips to rut up into you, ignoring how pathetic he was quickly turning to your touch.

Not giving an answer, just groaning softly as your hips found a rhythm to grind against him, you let out a breath over the purplish mark just under his collarbone, admiring your work proudly. Wolfwood had little reason to be upset at that, a sense of pride bubbling gently in his gut along with the raging arousal.

"Need you, really badly."

"Mm I know you do, we're getting there." Cooing back at him, swiping a thumb over his bottom lip and swinging on of your legs off of him. He didn't have to question what you were doing as your head dipped to press soft wet kisses down his body, arching your back prettily as you got closer to the waistband of his trousers. Nimble fingers worked them open, pulling them all the way off and doing the same with his briefs, gazing at the way you stared at his cock resting against his abdomen. There wasn't much to be impressed with, only thing would be the thickness of his cock but Wolfwood didn't pride himself on the way his body was.

Everything tensed when your warm hand wrapped around the base, bringing it to your lips and pressing the leaking tip to your pretty plush lips, pulling a violent groan from the depths of his being at the sight. You knew the effects he was under and how each and every action you did would effect him, and you took advantage of that greatly.

"Such a pretty cock," Whispering into the heated flesh, swiping up some of the pre-cum with the tip of your tongue.

"Would look even prettier in your mouth." Saying back, winded and out of breath, every inch of his body on fire with lust and anticipation. He was so close to the relief he needed, so fucking close.

With a quiet hum, you engulfed the head, sucking gentle just around there for a moment before beginning your slow descend down the entirety. His hand served as the best way to muffle the noises filtering out of his mouth, unable to stop them even if he tried. Your eyes stayed locked on his, fluttering your lashes as your buried the thick cock all the way in your throat, holding yourself there and letting the saliva gather and seep out from your lips wrapped around him.

God he was going to go insane. Your mouth felt so overwhelmingly good, so warm and inviting, Wolfwood couldn't even imagine what your pussy felt like.

Pulling yourself off with a pop, you used your hand to spread the spit and pre all up and down his cock, lubricating it nicely. He thought, based on your actions you would sink down and start riding him. But no, you took him back into your mouth and rapidly bobbed your head.

Wolfwood heaved with each breath he took, watching you with rapt attention at the way you easily took his cock down your throat, humming around it with little moans. God this was heaven, he swore it was. Maybe sniffing that stupid little flower wasn't such a bad thing at all.

"Shit, just like that baby, fuck." Letting his head fall back in bliss, placing his hand gently at the top of your head, not pushing or gripping, just resting it there.

You pulled off again, pushing his hand away and wiping your mouth on the back on your hand. Wolfwood carefully watched your movements, hoping that wasn't all you were going to give, not even coming close to coming yet.

Another smug smile curled into your lips, throwing your legs on either side of him again and hovering over his slick cock. Your panties were still on and surprisingly it didn't bother him. Nimble dainty fingers reached down to pull the panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. Fuck he needed to be inside you, he couldn't wait much longer.

"Shit c'mon, please." Whispering through his teeth, curling his hands into fists and resisting the urge to shove you down.

"There we go."

Whispering back to him and slamming yourself down without warning, engulfing his cock with your warm wet pussy, sending his hands to grip tightly to your hips, pathetically moaning through tightly seal lips, shivering violently at the sensation of being inside you. God you were so warm, so much warmer than your mouth, and tight too, so fucking tight he kept sucking breaths in through his teeth.

Holding his chin in your palm, you giggled softly while pressing a kiss to his lips, one he welcomes eagerly, panting into your mouth as he felt your hips begin to raise. You were calculated with each movement, all of them well thought out to tease and miraculously work him up further. Oh he was going to have to enjoy this, knowing this would top any other woman he fucked in the past.

Still holding your hips tightly, Wolfwood used it as way to keep his own from rutting up into yours, even though the painfully slow rise and fall was driving him mad. Of course you were aware, snickering to yourself as you kept yourself steady with a hand on his shoulder.

"Ride faster, I just need to come, please." Straining with the question that he managed to ask, watching the way your features morphed into sympathy sort of, illuminated by the dying campfire seeping through the flaps of the tent.

"Only cause you asked so nicely." Cooing back in a velvet tone, pressing your knees hard to his hips and switching to bouncing on top of him.

His eyes were rolling back into his head, jaw going slack at the increased pace and the ends of his fingers digging into your soft skin. Fuck, you were heavenly on top of him, sending him to cloud nine with the way your pussy hugged tightly around him, offering the relief he need from the stupid mistake he made at the rest stop.

Quiet moans began to spill from your mouth as well, nails sinking into his shoulder as you focused on bouncing on his cock, looking down at where your bodies met. Moving one hand away from your hip, cupping under your chin, making you look at him, it was his turn to smile at the current state you were in.

"Feel good?"

"This isn't about me, this is about you." Panting out, biting your bottom lip despite the fact you were trying to conceal how good you were feeling also.

"But does it feel good?" Asking again, using the hand still on your hip to slam you down all the way, roll his hips up into you and prod the deepest parts of you.

"Oh fuck - yes, yes you feel so good Nick, need more." Mewling out and sounding like a sob was rising in your throat. He growled under his breath, yanking you forward for another kiss and switching to fucking up into you rapidly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, whispering his name and curses, taking all he had to offer and give.

Bodies stuck together from the heat and sex clinging to the skin, making it somewhat intimate in the way he held you against him while fucking into your cunt. He can't remember the last time sex felt this good, aphrodisiac or not, this was different and he wasn't sure if he should enjoy it like he should.

"Fuck Im going to come."

"Yeah? Im getting close," Speaking into your lips, grunting deeply at the way your walls tightened even further around him. "Cum around my cock for me."

Wolfwood didn't miss the way you melted to his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself closer. He groaned again into another kiss. holding you steady and he moved you himself. You sobbed into his lips, whimpering and eventually clenched down tightly around him, shuttering with your orgasm. His cock pulsed inside you, the build up to his own orgasm reaching the levels he wished he could've achieved when trying to take care of this problem himself.

"Where- 'bout to cum." Rasping desperately knowing he wouldn't be able to hold off like he could under different circumstances.

"Inside."

And that was all he needed to slam up one or two more times until he was spilling inside your pussy. You moaned softly into his neck, body turning limp on top of his and the weight of the aphrodisiac leaving his body like a thick fog.

Carefully, you lifted yourself off of him, flopping down beside him and taking in deep breaths from the work out you basically just had. Wolfwood flopped down as well, letting his heart rate slow to a normal pace and let his body regulate and go back down to normal after being under the aphrodisiac. It was quiet, but thankfully not awkward as he lay beside you, staring up at the ceiling of the tent.

"You can sleep here tonight, no point in trying to set up your tent this late." Breaking the silence with your offer, turning to him with a small smile.

He barked out a laugh, patting the ground for his pants for the carton of cigarettes, forgetting he smoked them all earlier.

"Here."

Looking to you and seeing the cigarette between your fingers and a lighter in your palm. Not even bothering to question it, he took it with an appreciative smile, slipping it between his lips and cupping the end as he lit it.

"Next time you decide to sniff a random flower, make sure we're at least in a town so you can find a cheap hooker."

The lighthearted jab brought a smile to his face, releasing the smoke with a laugh and letting out a sigh, flicked the end to ash the cigarette.

"I'll be sure to remember that." Shooting you a small wink and throwing an arm behind his head and settling in for the rest of the night.

[fruitsoxs]

What you wake up to "the morning after" ;;

Mostly wholesome with a little bit of NSFW in knives-- nothing too saucy.

Vash:

The clingiest sleeper you have ever met.

When you wake up, all of your limbs are intertwined and he's snoring super loudly.

He'll probably cling onto you and whine if you try to pry yourself out of his grasp.

When he wakes up, he'll pepper your face with kisses

He'll probably wanna cuddle in bed all morning and talk to you

Oh my God he's also the type to give you his shirt to wear around

He'll go absolutely feral to see you in his clothes

No matter what, he'll make sure you're comfortable and happy

Wolfwood

Not a super clingy sleeper, but he does seek out warmth

You'll probably wake up with his arm draped around your waist, and your back pressed against his chest

He'll wake up first.

Wolfwood will probably take a moment to just lay there with you in his arms, and appreciate this quiet moment

Then he'll wake you up by giving you soft kisses along the back of your neck

"Mornin' hun"

Oh my God his groggy morning voice is absolutely devine

He'll probably just hold you in his arms and kiss your shoulders and neck for a second

It might get saucy, because he cannot keep his hands off of you

Meryl

This girl sleeps like a freaking maniac

Limbs in every direction, kicking, slapping, talking

You'd wake up with her completely sideways, legs draped over you

But it's okay cause she's cute

Will apologize for her sleeping habits until you kiss her a bunch and tell her it's okay

She'll probably lay in bed with you for awhile and talk

She'll be the first to ask if this is a common thing, if you're in a relationship, or if this is a one night type of deal. She really values communication

She'll be understanding no matter what, but will be pretty disappointed if it was a one night only type of deal

If you want to pursue a relationship then...she'll take you on a little breakfast date

No joke, immediately she'll tell you to get dressed and take you out to a cute little diner to eat some greasy breakfast and talk

Knives

He'll leave

Jk jk

You'll probably be pretty sore in the morning if you catch my drift. Covered in bite marks and bruises for sure

This man likes it rough and you cannot convince me otherwise

You'll wake up alone and initially panic

But when you hear the sound of shuffling around in the kitchen you'll calm down

He probably woke up before you on purpose, so he could make you some food

Tells you it's just so you can regain your energy for round two, but he's totally doing it because he really cares

And it's a delicious meal?? So yummy??

If you walk out into the kitchen in his clothes, you better be prepared for him to pick you up and immediately begin making out with you on the counter, food be dammed

He also goes feral seeing you in his clothes, but his feral is...not as innocent lol

He likes seeing you all marked up too

Oh...and you don't really have the option of this being a one time thing

Your his now lol

A little bonus;; when he first wakes up, he'll turn over and watch you sleep for a second. He thinks you look beautiful in the morning. He finds himself relaxing, maybe even smiling?? And before he gets up he'll lean over and kiss your forehead. A little moment of softness that nobody will ever know about

[merbear25]

🎃 Kinktober 2024 Masterlist 🎃

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Day 1: Impregnation - Ichigo (Bleach)

Day 2: Butt job - Grimmjow (Bleach)

Day 3: Voyeurism - Shanks (One Piece)

Day 4: Toys - poly w/ Sanji & Zoro (One Piece)

Day 5: Face-sitting - Shinji (Bleach)

Day 6: Daddy kink - Isshin (Bleach)

Day 7: Breath play - Kid (One Piece)

Day 8: Humiliation - England (Hetalia)

Day 9: Bondage - Germany (Hetalia)

Day 10: Public sex (car, bus, train, etc.) - Caesar Clown (One Piece)

Day 11: Facial - Rangiku (Bleach)

Day 12: Anonymous sex (glory hole) - Bazz-B (Bleach)

Day 13: Abrasion (scratching, bruising, spanking etc.) - Caesar Clown (One Piece)

Day 14: Hard sex - Crocodile (One Piece)

Day 15: Sensation play (earplugs, blindfolds) - Hongo (One Piece)

Day 16: Mutual masturbation - Caesar Clown (One Piece)

Day 17: Size kink - Nnoitra (Bleach)

Day 18: Sensual massage - Sanji (One Piece)

Day 19: Public sex (cemetery, river bank, alley) - Law (One Piece)

Day 20: Mommy kink - Law (One Piece)

Day 21: Sensation play (ice, wax) - Caesar Clown (One Piece)

Day 22: Pegging/ strap on - poly w/ Rukia & Renji (Bleach)

Day 23: Sleep play - Law (One Piece)

Day 24: Barebacking/ unprotected sex - Aokiji (One Piece)

Day 25: DP - Van Augur & Aokiji (One Piece)

Day 26: Dominatrix - Shunsui (Bleach)

Day 27: Abduction as seduction - Kid (One Piece)

Day 28: Cum dump - Doflamingo (One Piece)

Day 29: Slave-Master - Caesar Clown (One Piece)

Day 30: Knife play - Knives (Trigun)

Day 31: Fear play - Germany (Hetalia)

[rush-the-stars]

Dogfight

pairing: nicholas d. wolfwood x reader, vash the stampede x reader, vashwood x reader

wc: 4k what the actual hell lol

cw: jealousy, mild smut/suggestive content, fighting, blood, biting, marking, possessiveness. the boys are jealous of each other sorta but then get on the same page. minors dni, 18+ only

a/n: this is for an anon that asked me about jealous vashwood and then i spent days working on this and it got too big so i made an Official Fic Post rather than just answering the ask bc im insane and unwell lol this is also probs more 98 vash and wolfwood than stampede! i hope you enjoy!! banner from @/cafekitsune

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The first time they meet you, its through a shower of gunfire. Your wild smile is all that’s left when the smoke clears.

Wolfwood thinks he hasn’t seen anyone so damn beautiful in his entire life—streaked with blood and eyes lit up like a flame, twirling a twin pair of pistols like fucking ribbons.

And Vash thinks maybe he’s in love? And then he shakes his head and tries to clear it, tries to clear you from his vision, and at least the smoke disappears some. And the chaos stills. But you smile all crooked at them, tilting your head a little in greeting and he feels wobbly all over again.

“Happy to save your asses,” you say, “buy me a drink?”

Vash hears wedding bells.

(It’s just church bells tolling in the distance.)

“Happy to—happ—“ Vash trips over all his words.

“Shit, I’ll buy you dinner, too.” Wolfwood says.

Vash looks at him, Wolfwood looks back. And then they’re stumbling over themselves to get up, clambering and clawing and falling over each other and they must look like foolish, scrapping dogs in the dirt at your feet.

You laugh, though, warm and amused.

“Settle down, boys. bar’s still standing—you can both buy me a drink.”

And they’re left to watch you walk away and talk to Meryl, whose shaking her head and rolling her eyes at them. You introduce yourself to her.

And they both scramble after your heels, right on the tails of your skirts.

***

You sleep with Wolfwood first—

He’s surprisingly gentlemanly with you, even if you can feel the desperation and hunger that he tries to keep so far from the surface. He’s all bravado, all honeyed words and little growled praises as he squeezes the fat of your hips.

He gets you so wet it’s almost embarrassing, except that he also makes you come so hard that you forget about it almost immediately. He adores being between your legs, adores tasting and taking—being on his knees for you.

Wolfwood is a worshipful man. Devoted. Adoring. With a little grit and bite when you need it.

He leaves a mark or two. Around your collar bones or neck. One on your hip. He can’t help himself.

He takes good care of you in that brutishly charming way of his—fucks deep and hard, carves his way through you and makes you toss your head back into the pillow and pull at his hair. He loves to please, loves to be told what to do or what you want. Take what you need, pretty girl. He hums to you, groaning when you tell him how good he feels.

Rarely impatient except when you rile him up, Wolfwood makes a good lover. Fun and obedient and affectionate.

You adore him.

***

Wolfwood and Vash get testy with each other.

Tensions are high—Vash is surprisingly sharp with him, in a way that makes you a little wary, treating him like a bit of a ticking time bomb.

Wolfwood doesn’t help. He’s an instigator and if there’s one thing he loves, it’s to get under someone’s skin. Especially someone like Vash, whose usually easy and cheerful and kind.

“Would you leave it?” Vash snaps at Wolfwood, shoving the man’s hand off his shoulder. He bares his teeth a little and in the dim light you see the knife-sharp flash of his pointed canines.

“I was just trying to be friendly,” Wolfwood drawls in a way that indicates he most certainly wasn’t just trying to be friendly.

“Something the matter?” You ask and when Vash’s eyes land on you, he immediately softens. He looks guilty. Hangs his head a little and looks at the ground.

“No,” he says, “sorry—“

But Wolfwood says, “Blondie’s got his panties in a bunch about something and I was just trying to see what was wrong—“

Vash’s eyes flash.

“Nick,” you snap. Short and sharp, like reprimanding a dog.

He looks at you. You look back. Then you jerk your head to tell him to get lost, “take a hike.”

“And who made you the boss?” He snarks.

You level him with a more serious look, hand on your hip, “I’ll find you later.”

“You can’t just order me—“

“I wanna talk to Vash.” You respond firmly, “and you’re being a jackass.”

He stares at you for another long moment. You don’t back down, in fact you tip your chin up a little, meeting his eyes with a flash of authority.

He looks at Vash, who quickly glances away.

He scoffs, “whatever. You’re both a pain in my ass.” But he listens to you and skulks off.

You turn to Vash when he’s out of ear shot, “you okay?” You ask.

Vash can’t look at you. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that—“

“Not your fault. He can be a pest. Walk with me?” You ask and now you hold up the crook of your elbow.

Vash eyes you uncertainly for a moment, before he lets go of a small breath, and siddles up to your side. He loops his arm through yours and you begin to guide him through this little, nowhere town. The sun is setting. The dusk sky is smoky and golden, like a quartz glittering, shadowed and shining.

“You seem—“ You choose your words carefully, “troubled lately.” And then you amend, “more troubled than usual.”

“I’m sorry to worry you but everything’s fine.” Vash shakes his head.

“Vash,” you implore gently, shaking his arm a little. “I can tell something’s bothering you. Won’t you tell me?”

“Ah,” Vash says weakly, “it’s alright.” And he looks ahead, out at the horizon. You follow his gaze. There's nothing out there but the line of land in the distance.

“Thanks for standing up for me tonight but you should—you should go find him. He’ll be waiting for you.”

And then Vash drops your arm and walks away, his head down, a little furrow to his brows. And you watch him go, dumbfounded.

When you return to Wolfwood, he’s waiting for you on the porch of the little inn you're staying at, smoking a cigarette.

“What the hell was that all about?” He gruffs, blowing the smoke from the corner of his mouth.

You don’t answer him at first. You slip into his lap easily. He raises his eyebrows in slight surprise, but immediately adjusts, one hand around your waist, the other holding his cigarette away from you.

“You need to leave him be.” You say, sighing as you sink into his embrace.

He pauses for a moment, looks at you—really looks at you.

Then he says, “he wants you, you know.”

“Is that what this is about? Are you jealous? Is that why you’re pestering him?” You rub your knuckle against his stubbly jaw, pet him a little. He leans into the touch, nudging himself against your hand.

"You like him?" He asks instead.

"Course I like Vash." You hush, fingers moving to card through his hair.

He takes a slow drag from his cigarette before he leans away to blow the smoke away from you. It lingers in the air around him and for a moment, you look at him through the haze. The smell of it reminds you so thoroughly of him nowadays that you almost crave it when its not around.

"No," Wolfwood corrects, "do you like him the way you like me?"

"You think I like you?" You tease, but he doesn't take kindly to that and jostles you in his lap a little and even goes so far as to jerk his head away from your touch.

"Woah, take it easy," you say, realizing he really didn't like that joke, "I was only playin' with you. I'm in your lap, aren't I?"

He softens a little. Lets go of a breath. He squeezes your waist, maybe in apology. To soothe the ache, you lean forward and press a kiss to his jaw, pepper them lightly down his neck.

"You didn't answer the question." He mumbles and you feel more than you see him flick his cigarette down and crush it with the heel of his shoe. He pulls you closer now that his other hand is free, slots you tight against him, and leans back to give you more room at his neck.

"Would you be mad if I said yes?" You murmur, carefully kissing at the pulse in his neck. You hide there.

"If i was?"

"You aren't good at sharing?" You coo, nudging your nose against his jaw, up to catch him in a quick kiss. He nips a little in answer.

"Not usually," he finally says.

"Not even with Vash?" You ask, because you know him better than he'd like to admit. And now you pull away to look at him.

To really look at him.

His eyes flick away, maybe bashfully, "yeah, well—I don't think I'm the one you have to worry about."

"What do you mean?" You ask.

He shrugs a little, "you think cause he puts up the goody-two-shoes act that it makes him good with sharing?" He asks, "why do you think he's gotten so pissed with me lately?"

You hum in acknowledgement. "Have you been rubbing it in?" You ask.

"Not intentionally." He says. And then when you look at him more pointedly, he admits, "not intentionally most of the time."

"Well, we'll see if Vash can share." You finally say and lean again to kiss him.

But in a sudden move, he grabs your chin, forces you still. Forces you to look at him.

"Only Vash, you hear me?" He says. His eyes are dark suns, all encompassing and imploring and fiery, "anyone else and I'll lose it."

You can't tell if it's a warning with the slight waver in his voice or a threat, with the growl behind the end of it. And then you remember scared dogs bite.

"Only Vash." You swear, "only you."

He settles a little, leans back again, and this time, when you kiss him, it's harder. More a claiming than a kiss — more a damning than a passion. He gives it back tenfold.

He litters you in little marks, in his scent, and drops his blazer around your shoulders in the morning. At breakfast, right in front of Vash, he catches you in a sharp, burn of a kiss.

More of a claiming. More of a damning.

***

When you sleep with Vash for the first time, it’s after a near-death experience. You were being reckless. The room is charged.

And Vash kisses you not like it’s the first time, but like it could be the last. He's the heat of a falling star, searing you, devouring you. He's all desperation. All starvation.

You'd thought with how sweet he usually was, that he'd be even more well behaved than Wolfwood, but that is far from the truth. He's a little untamed, untrained and clumsy and ferocious.

He whines as he takes you apart and you think he'd probably take praise well if you could teach him but right now he's just so— raw. So yearning and famished with it all.

You've no choice but to try and give everything you can in hopes of soothing him in some way. Filling the emptiness in him. And even still, you're aching and sore and torn-up after all is said in done.

Vash is bashful and a little remorseful about it come morning.

But you twine your arms around him and kiss him hard in reassurance. In encouragement.

He's passionate and all-encompassing. He's all your world in this moment.

You adore him.

Later, when Wolfwood sees the marks he left on you, he curses.

"Is he a fucking vampire?" He asks, tilting your head to the side to see the dark bruise in the side of your neck. But then he realizes how tender you are still, how aching, and he coos all soft.

Tells you he'll lick the wounds Vash gave you.

Says. I told you it wasn't me you had to worry about.

Vash avoids you and Wolfwood for nearly two days.

On the third, he finally breaks.

And when he does, he bundles you in his red coat after a long day, fists his hands in the collar of it to pull you towards him, and kisses you hard in front of Wolfwood, underneath the dark heavens above. He says he'll be back later.

Your lip throbs from the nip of his teeth.

(When Wolfwood kisses you shortly after, pushing Vash's coat from your shoulders, he soothes the sting with his tongue.)

***

For awhile, all the boys do is fight when they're around each other. It's getting to a point where Meryl is avoiding them at all costs—and you're just short of joining her.

The worst of it is on one of the hottest days in a long time.

Wolfwood says something he shouldn't—asks Vash if he could smell his cologne on you. Asks if he likes it.

It's too far. Usually, they bicker and fight over unrelated, stupid shit.

But that strikes a nerve.

And it's so fast that you don't even catch it, and suddenly Vash has Wolfwood pinned against the wall, hands fisted in the front of his shirt.

You always thought, maybe just on height and weight alone, that Wolfwood was stronger. But looking at Vash now, easily pinning him, you aren't quite sure.

"Oh, you wanna finally fight?" Wolfwood asks, baring his teeth, too.

And really, it's like when dogs fight.

It's fast and vicious. It sounds worse than it is—snarling and growling and wrestling with each other. It's artless. You've seen them both in a fight and this isn't—this isn't that. It's better, maybe, on Wolfwood's end. He's not trying to kill Vash. But maybe it's also worse, more personal, more brutal.

You hear Vash yelp—Wolfwood curses. More fighting.

You yell at them, the way you shout at fighting dogs, grab hold of Wolfwood around the collar and pull hard enough that he stops from his place over Vash, panting.

His mouth is bloody and it drips down onto Vash, his teeth still bared and crimson.

For a moment, they look at each other.

(And Vash thinks wildly, looking up at Wolfwood, sorry about the blood in your mouth. I think I wish it was mine. He tastes blood himself and wonders if it is Wolfwood's. If he really did bite him.

Wolfwood thinks, hit me again. If that's all you'll give me now, I'll take it. Wolfwood looks down at Vash, feels his heaving chest beneath him, and thinks, if I can only have you this close in a fight, I'll take that, too.)

You're cursing them both out, hauling Wolfwood off of him. You're furious and shaking and you're scolding them both.

You're fussing over them both, too, angrily wiping at their mouths and inspecting their wounds.

And they both think, maybe I should pick more fights, to see you like this, too, flustered and livid and worried. Doting. Adoring.

You shake your head at the both of them but—

You adore them.

***

It takes another man sniffing around you for them both to finally get on the same page.

And if it's one thing about Vash and Wolfwood, for all their bickering and differences, they know when to shut up and work together.

The moment another man starts chatting you up at the bar, they both go still and silent.

"You see what I'm seeing?" Wolfwood asks.

"Yeah," Vash says, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as the man manages to make you laugh. He leans all close to you. Vash has a near visceral reaction to jerk up from his seat beside Wolfwood.

Wolfwood grabs his arm.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then?" He asks.

Vash spares him only a glance—his eyes are trained on you and the man at your side. He grimaces. "Probably not. I don't wanna kill him."

Wolfwood barks out a laugh as Vash adds, "but I don't want him here, either."

"You wanna chase him off?" He asks. "Or you want me to be the bad guy?"

Vash swallows.

"She'll get mad at me for being an asshole. She'll be all pleased with you for being so good." He says and there's a dryness to his tone, a certain resignation or—

"Why would you do that?" Vash asks and he finally peels his eyes away long enough to look at Wolfwood.

To really look at him.

He shrugs, "I don't mind being in the dog house."

Vash eyes him.

Wolfwood smiles a little, "and I think she's hot when she's mad."

Vash frowns at that, a little twitch of his lips, almost in a pout. "Besides that—I meant—why would you do that for me?"

Wolfwood looks back over at the man at the bar, whose gotten even closer to you, his shoulder almost brushing yours. You're smiling and playing nice. Wolfwood's hackles rise. He bristles. He finally stands, too.

He never feels this way when he sees you with Vash. He never feels this way on the nights when Vash has you. In fact, the idea of it is—it's—

Kissing you after Vash. Knowing he'd just kissed you. Sinking his teeth into the ridges of marks Vash leaves on you, like he's trying to get his own taste. Or compare his teeth to Vash's. Maybe he growls and snaps at him and bares his teeth the next day, too, but he never feels like this.

Scared and mean and angry and—

"What, are you gonna make me fuckin' say it?" Wolfwood snaps.

"Say what?!"

Wolfwood slugs his arm hard. The flesh one, so he doesn't damn near break his knuckles doing it. And Vash yelps all high and Wolfwood wants to shake him and he also sorta wants to hit him again. And maybe he wants to kiss him stupid, too—

"I don't—" Wolfwood swallows hard, "I don't mind sharing. With you. With only you."

Wolfwood looks at him.

Really looks at him.

And then Vash turns the deepest shade of red.

Wolfwood's face gets hot all over, too. "Oh, Christ, blondie—did you really not know?"

"I don't know what I thought!" Vash says and his voice gets sorta high.

"Well—" Wolfwood shifts, uncharacteristically nervous, "what about—I mean, do you—are you okay sharing...with me?"

"At first, I thought I wasn't." Vash admits, "and I was jealous of—" he swallows, "I was jealous of both of you, if I think about it. You're just—you push my buttons more than she does—so. I took it out on you, mostly."

"Ah," Wolfwood says, "you took it out on her, too. Just in a different way."

Vash cheeks somehow get darker with color and Wolfwood laughs, realizing that he's—it's relief. He feels relieved, finally, as he laughs.

"You're a dumbass." He says to Vash.

And Vash smiles at him, crooked and boyish and stupidly handsome. That smile that Wolfwood has always liked.

Wolfwood then turns his gaze back to you, back to the man at the bar whose leaning in all close. He sees you tip away, adjusting your space. And he says;

"Now let's go get our girl."

The moment Wolfwood comes up behind you, you know there will be trouble unless this man doesn't leave quick — what you aren't expecting, is Vash to come up on the other side of the man. You tilt your head.

You feel a broad hand on your lower back, "he botherin' you?" Wolfwood asks, leaning all into your space.

The man sizes up Wolfwood, weighing his chances still and you can nearly feel Wolfwood stiffen and bristle behind you. He doesn't like being challenged.

"He was just seeing if I wanted a drink."

Vash, on the other side of the man says, "maybe he'd like it if I bought him a drink instead!" And though it's said brightly, it's almost a little too bright.

Vash's eyes gleam like the cold edge of bright moons.

You look between them for a moment as the man says, "alright, what the hell is this? You her boyfriend or something?"

"Or something." Wolfwood agrees casually.

"And whose this guy?" He snarks to Vash, "her other boyfriend?"

"Or something." Vash says, still smiling, and that really pisses the guy off.

"Would you back up?" He snaps and he shoves at Vash enough that he stumbles away a few steps. And before he can do something stupid, you put yourself between Wolfwood and the man.

"Leave him," you say lowly to Wolfwood, whose hackles are raised.

Wolfwood isn't looking at you, he's looking at the man behind you and his eyes are hard and cold and mean looking.

"Nick," you say, "I don't want a bar fight."

"Worried he can't handle me?" The man asks, "no wonder you were letting me chat you up."

Wolfwood jerks a little in your hold and Vash speaks up, laughing a little, "no reason to fight! Wouldn't want to clean you up off the floor."

Well, that does it.

The man swings on Vash, who yelps a little, but easily evades him. When he ducks, the man connects with another person behind Vash.

Damn it all.

The bar breaks out in pandemonium. Wolfwood shoves you beneath him and Vash works on ducking and diving out of the way of the first few swings sent his way. Shouting and glass shattering, raining down from above, makes you curse.

Wolfwood dodges the first punch thrown his way and he shoves you out of the way, before he takes a swing himself. When he connects, it's a nasty punch. Blood erupts.

Food is getting thrown. Alcohol sailing overhead, soaking the fighting crowd and angering them further. The poor bartender is hiding, ducking behind the counter and shivering.

You clamber atop the bar to get a look and—it's a wild crush of people, fighting and wrestling and breaking glass over each other's heads.

You put your fingers to your mouth and whistle—the loud, piercing kind that usually gets everyone's attention. This time, there's so much noise and shouting, that not a soul stops their fighting.

You pull out one of your pistols.

The shot thunders in the bar, makes your ears ring.

Everyone gasps and yells in surprise, instinctively ducking, covering their heads. But they all finally turn to look at you.

"Everyone out!" You shout, "take your fighting elsewhere!"

Grumbles erupt. But you hold up your pistol and shout again, with more force and fire, "out!"

The bar begins to stir, all the patrons dislodging and shifting about, detangling themselves from their fights. They meander in knots of people, twisting out the door slowly.

When Vash and Wolfwood appear again, they look disheveled and Vash's lip is busted. Wolfwood's sunglasses are shattered. You put your hands on your hips as you look down at them.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with you two?" You snap.

Wolfwood reaches up to lift you right off the bar and back onto the ground in front of him. He shrouds you, "nurse our wounds?" He asks.

"You're a pain in the ass. I told you I didn't want a bar fight."

"He didn't throw the first punch, in his defense." Vash speaks up, but he's talking sorta funny because of his lip, which is swelling even now.

You sigh, "let me see."

Vash siddles up to you, a little sheepish, with that puppy-dog look on his face. He bends down a little, so you can get a better look at his face, dipping his head down in a show of submission.

Woflwood, behind you, whistles. "That's a good one, blondie."

"Hurts." Vash says as you carefully inspect it, debating if he'll need stitches or not.

"You gonna kiss it better?" Wolfwood asks.

"Why don't you?" You snark back, "since you two are finally working together it seems."

Vash smiles a little, which makes him wince, which makes you scold him. Wolfwood laughs, cooing a little, before he says, "alright, alright—lets get him patched up."

And you walk out with them at your skirts, hovering around you, dogging your steps. They follow you all the way back into your little room at an inn on the edge of the world.

And they settle in like they both own the damn place.

Wolfwood is tormenting Vash a little, whose whining and coming to your side for aid. But they're both—getting along, at least. And they're both demanding all your attention and taking up space in your room and—

And you adore them. You adore both of them, even with all their damn dogfights.

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🔞 Unwrapping (Trigun x Reader)

ft Vash, Wolfwood, & Knives

Author's Note: I've got you one more present to wrap things up for this year (pun intended). Let us send 2024 off and start 2025 with a BANG! Inspired by this ask, I've just not been able to get a certain something off my mind...

Below you will find 3 smutty oneshots, each with some light bondage and varying dynamics! I tried to keep them brief, but I've never been good at it so here you go! On the menu today we have:

Vash x GN!Reader (1.3k words) Wolfwood x F!Reader (1.3k words) Knives x GN!Reader (1.2k words)

ATTENTION!: Don't question how the boys find themselves in these situations! It is all fine! It is consensual and everyone is enjoying themselves!

↓↓ UNWRAP YOUR PRESENTS ↓↓

VASH x GN!Reader (1.3k)

Vash looks more flustered than ever. You really can't recall a point when he looked so red. Perhaps the time he accidentally blurted out he was in love with you? No, not even close. Currently the bright red blush covers his entire face, extending down to his chest and making his ears almost glow. He is nearly as red as the ribbon tying him up. The silken cloth crisscrosses his scarred skin and augmentations. He looks embarrassed and shy as he averts his eyes from you, unable to meet your gaze. His arms are bound behind his head, and the wide satin strap spirals around him until it reaches his crotch, where it continues to wrap around one of his legs. A second ribbon wraps around his other thigh, ensnaring his cock and balls in a tight, restrictive embrace, only a bulging outline against his leg. A bow ties the two ends of the cloth together at his hip.

"Um… Mayfly?" He stammers, "Could you release me?"

"Unwrap my gift? Sure!" You smile, and his gaze finally meets yours.

"I know that look!" His eyes widen slightly. "That's the naughty look!"

"What makes you think that?" You continue to tease him while shifting closer.

"I'm all for it! I just can't do much like this," he replies, somehow blushing even deeper.

"Who said you need to do anything? I can't let an opportunity like this slip away!" You speak to him softly while looming over him.

Vash is a man of service. He is always happy to take the lead. He puts your needs above his own, doing whatever is necessary to bring you to completion, often neglecting his own joy. He says your pleasure is his. He gets a kick out of making you squirm in delight. Well, not this time. Now it is your turn, even if he has to be tied up for that.

You lean closer, leaving kisses on the skin peeking out between the ribbons. You kiss up along his stomach, to his chest and neck. You leave burning kisses everywhere your lips can reach, delighted by the soft sighs escaping Vash. Your hands stroke his rough skin tenderly, your legs entangling with his.

His lips respond to yours eagerly once you meet them. He tries his best to lean closer, but like this it is easy to keep him on his back, tied up and helpless. But he seems content, especially when he sees the happy expression on your face. He is letting you have your moment. You see his muscles flexing and rippling with each breath and shift as you push yourself up, one hand still resting on his belly. His eyes are so gentle and loving as he watches you; it almost makes you give up on your intentions and just cuddle him instead, but you snap back and adjust on the bed, determined to stick to your plan.

You take your place between his legs, kneeling and drawing closer until his legs are over your hips, a position where you often find yourself in, just with the roles reversed. Vash has to strain a bit to look at you since he has no pillow to support his head, but you count on him soon rolling his head back instead.

With a tender touch, you stroke along his skin, from his thighs to his abs, down his sides and butt. Your fingers are feather light, tingling his skin wherever they go. The touch is so gentle that he stirs only slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips. The blush slowly retreats as he relaxes, and the sight of him makes you feel butterflies. You keep teasing his skin; your warm touch is comforting, rising more and more feelings of desire.

You make a show out of slowly pulling the loose end of the bow on his hip until it unravels. A new blush appears on him again, and you feel the heat radiating from his body as you slowly start to unwrap the wide ribbon from around his thigh and cock. One revelation after another, you reveal more and more of his skin, his hard shaft coming into view, and you take every opportunity to gently tease him. The last rounds of the ribbon loosen themselves as his dick springs free, standing tall and proud in front of you. It twitches slightly with anticipation.

Vash looks more up, and you see the redness spreading over him again as he hides his face with a small whimper. You can tell he's embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on. Perhaps he is so embarrassed exactly because he is so turned on by your tantalizing touch, and he can't hide it behind his usual mannerisms of taking charge of the intimate situation. His cock rests on his stomach, darker than the rest of him; impressions of the ribbon still remain where it was bound.

The ribbon slithers off the edge of the bed where you throw it before you lick your palm, collecting enough spit on it to glide over his skin. You start from the base, putting gentle pressure on him until you reach the tip. He still avoids looking at you as you wrap your fingers around him, pulling downward in a smooth motion. Your movements are slow and calm, even when you add your other hand into the mix, stroking the smooth skin of his tip, fingers caressing the sensitive area just beneath. His breath hitches, and his eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations you're causing.

It doesn't take long for him to forget his shyness; he simply melts under your touch, completely surrendering to the pleasure. Your own delight comes from watching him unravel before you. One of your hands moves up and down in a twisting motion along his shaft while the other teases his sensitive tip. The sounds of his pleasure fill the room, from whimpers to moans and empty breaths. You explore every bit of his arousal. With each movement, you feel his body respond eagerly, his back arches, and occasionally he bucks with his hips. Vash's shoulders start to shift, and his upper body twists, struggling against the restraints as you keep him on the verge, edging him to the point of desperation.

Your name rolls off his lips like prayer as he begs for release. His body is tight, arching in response to your touch. Restrained groans and whimpers escape him as finally he reaches the peak of pleasure and releases with a shudder. His muscles tense and relax as he rides the waves of ecstasy, his eyes closed in bliss. You continue to stroke him, guiding him through the climax. A glob of white liquid lands on his stomach with a loud groan and a twitch of his cock, another wave following the first as you stroke upward; it seeps from the tip and drips down his shaft and over your fingers. You keep jerking, determined to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from his balls, watching as he shudders and gasps in the aftermath of his release. A few more small, stringy ropes of cum dribble out, pooling on your hands.

Vash's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath while he comes down from his intense high. You enjoy the sight of him. He looks happy and satisfied, almost out of his mind. You bring your fingers to your lips and taste him, relishing in the flavor when his eyes shoot open and find you, filled with a look that has completely abandoned the shyness from before. The sound of tearing fabric rips through the room as he busts out from the ribbons tying his arms behind his head, and his right hand grabs hold of yours, his long fingers effortlessly wrapping around your wrist as he pulls it closer while sitting up.

"Now it's my turn," he smiles a kind smile, but you recognize the mischief behind it.

WOLFWOOD x F!Reader (1.3k)

Wolfwood has disappeared. He hung around for most of the day, lazing it away with you, and then he got up and didn't return. You check the kitchen. Not there. You check the outside of the house, in case he is having an extraordinarily long smoke. Not there either. Finally, you sneak to the bedroom, in case he is taking a nap. You slowly crack the door, and your eyes widen in surprise.

On the old creaky bed you find what you were looking for. Kind of. Wolfwood lays on top of the bedsheets and blankets, the pillows bunched up by the headboard. He is the wrong way around, head where the feet are supposed to be. But that is not the shocking part. Not even close. He lies there butt naked, tied up with crimson ribbons. Wide bands of cloth crisscross his body, arms tied above his head, legs spread wide open, connected to the bedframe to keep him where he is. He looks over to you, a grin on his face, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do you need a hand with something, Doll?" he asks with a playful tone, "I'm afraid I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

"What the…" Your voice trails off as you keep looking at his sculpted body.

Multiple thoughts run through your mind as he shifts in place, muscles rippling beneath his skin as he adjusts his stretched-out body. Your eyes are drawn to his navel, where his hard cock rests at full attention, a narrower ribbon tied around it with a bow. Clearly he has been waiting for you, head filled with exciting thoughts.

"How about you come closer, Poppet?" he purrs, voice full of lust, "My wrist may be bound, but you know I am never tongue-tied!"

You see him wink, and his fingers curl as he beckons you closer. Shock and confusion still linger in you, but it doesn't stop you from approaching the bed where his hands hang over the edge. You touch the ribbon with your fingers, a festive bow decorating his wrists. You consider pulling on the loose end to release him, but let your fingers trace along his arm instead until you touch his face. Wolfwood presses his cheek against your palm while you take a better look at him, spread out and tied up. Heat pools in your core at the sight, and just as your mind starts to wander, you feel his tied hands stroke up along the inside of your thighs.

"Want to have a seat?" he speaks softly, the grin evident in the tone of his voice, "I have one free right here."

You see the twitch of his cock as it lifts from his abdomen, and you can't help but feel a surge of desire at the invitation. You meet his playful eyes as you look down, his fingers tugging at his shirt that is too long on you. With some effort, he manages to reach the waistband of your underwear, teasingly pulling at the fabric.

"Come now, darling, I'm all yours," he says cheekily, and you take a step back. You cup his face and place an upside-down kiss on his lips.

You feel the vibrations as he hums in joy against your lips. Wolfwood's tongue sweeps through your mouth as soon as the possibility presents itself, making you both pause and smile against the other.

You straighten up, feeling his hungry eyes rip any item of clothing from your frame, yet his hands are tied, and you make a playful show out of pushing your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

"I will kiss your lips and spell my full name with my tongue, the middle one included. Just bring them to me," he grins, his teeth flashing in the dimming room.

"Can't sleep on a gift like that," you smirk, leaning one knee on the edge of the bed, the long shirt covering you from his eyes.

"You could, but I highly recommend sleeping with the gift," he smiles still. "Now take a seat, Doll."

Wolfwood waits anxiously as you crawl closer to him on the bed, swallowing as soon as your pussy comes into view. Before you can settle in, he lifts his head to run his tongue through your folds, making you jolt with surprise.

"I can't help it if you taste so good," he hums as he lays down his head again. "Feel free to suffocate me. I would prefer that method of going out, and you know where the serum is, so no hovering."

You lean back at first as you lower yourself. His mouth eagerly finds your aching core, Wolfwood's flat tongue lapping at your slick heat with expertise. Your gasps of joy mix with his muffled hums of delight. It is so easy to melt into the pleasure as he sucks on your swollen clit, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He alternates the sensation with lengthier and calmer strokes of his tongue, building the tension until you lean forward, fingers hooking under the ribbon that runs across his heaving chest.

The bliss makes your eyes roll back in pleasure while you let out a soft moan. Wolfwood knows every trick there is about you. His mouth brings you delight as he kisses your lower lips, his tongue drawing patterns you don't understand while he eats your pussy like it is his last meal. He draws pressured circles around your entrance before plunging his tongue inside you, making your thighs tighten and another wave of pleasure wash over you.

His body feels tight under you, like he is struggling against the restraints. Usually he would have already wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you down even more, holding you against his ravenous mouth. His lips return to sucking on your sensitive bud, occasionally tapping it with his tongue. He builds your pleasure brick by brick, relishing the moans and gasps that reach his ears.

Wolfwood's mouth makes you forget the rest of the world. Before you know it, you're rolling your hips, grinding your wet core against his hungry mouth, desperate for more of his skilled touch. Knots of tension form in your gut as you rut against his lips, the need for release burning deep within you. The deep moans escaping his own throat vibrate against your pussy, making you want even more of him.

You bite your lower lip to silence the out-of-control moans and panting, but they continue to roll as whines in your throat as he sucks on your clit, the tip of his crooked nose pushing against your slick folds. You lean even more forward to grind your bud against his face. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, thighs clenching and shaking while you teeter on the edge of relief. You reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his cock. The skinny ribbon digs into his throbbing length, and you smear the glob of pre-cum across the tip with your thumb. His groans vibrate against your skin as you stroke him, feeling his arousal match yours. You add your spit to the mix, using it as lubrication to bump up and down along his bound dick, soaking the ribbon of fabric wrapped tightly around it.

"Nico…" His name escapes your mouth in a whine. "I'm gonna come!"

You whimper his name like a chant as he continues to lap at your cunt, sucking and licking your clit until you reach your peak. Your body becomes so tense and occupied with the immense pleasure, you even forget the cock in your hand, freezing up until the climax finally washes over you, leaving you trembling as your thighs press together around his head. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he lets you come down from your high. It makes you feel weak and spent, leaving you lying down on top of Wolfwood's restrained body. He gasps for air as you rest your head on his hip, next to his cock that you start to absentmindedly stroke again, your mind still fuzzy from the orgasm that ravaged your body.

KNIVES x GN!Reader (1.2k)

"Untie me!" Knives demands with as much command as he can muster.

"Don't worry, I will," you smile innocently as you glance over his mostly naked body. Wide and silky red ribbons run crisscrossing from his ankles to his wrists, around his limbs, and over his torso. Multiple lavish bows decorate him. One by his feet, tying them together; one by his hands, where he is secured to the metal headboard of the bed; and a third one rests in his lap, where the ribbon runs over his hips. There is nothing else hiding his porcelain skin from you. Not a thing.

"Now!" he tries to hurry you up.

"No need to be hasty," you purr while leaning your knee on the edge of the bed. You reach out your hand to cup his face, making his angry glare turn directly to you. Knives's eyes meet yours, and suddenly they aren't nearly as harsh as he was trying to make them. You feel his jaw lock under your touch before he swallows.

"I knew you would come to your senses. Don't be so stubborn." Your smirk only grows as you gently slap his cheek twice. He seems at a loss for words; the snarl on his lips makes it clear he wants to keep demanding to be released, but the shift in the rest of his demeanor shows that at least part of him is content and perhaps even curious about the situation. "I know what would make you feel better."

You trace your finger along his jawline to his chin and down his throat, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your touch. You run your hand over his muscular chest and down his sculpted stomach, feeling the difference of his smooth skin and silky ribbon as they alternate under your finger. Skipping over his bellybutton, your finger reaches the ribbon running over his hips. You feel him tense slightly at your touch, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation swirling in their depths. You let your fingers dance over the red fabric, low on his abdomen, before leaning in towards his ear.

"Believe me, I have every intention of unwrapping my present, and I will take great pleasure in it." With that, you nip at his earlobe, your teeth making it turn red.

Knives starts to protest again as soon as you get off the bed, his voice angry and demanding, but you drown it out, determined to enjoy your present immensely as you shed your clothes until all that remains is your underwear. Your joints crack as you stretch your arms lazily over your head with your back towards Knives, who is still spouting commands you have no intention of listening to. With a roll of your neck, you turn to him again, a mischievous smile dawning on your lips. You get on the bed, crawling closer to him on all fours until you straddle his lap, more towards his spread-out knees. He is in a half-sitting position himself, pillows heaped under his lower back and his arms restrained above his head. Like this, you're face to face with him, able to see every shift of his gaze as your hands run over his body again. First you slide your palms up and over his chest and then drag them down again to his navel and hips. He feels solid and tense under your touch, like a coiled spring ready to release. His eyes are no different as he plays chicken with yours. Without a warning and without averting your gaze, you reach one of your hands under the tied bow before you and grab hold of his half-flaccid cock. You can feel it twitch in your hand, responding to your sudden touch. His breath hitches, and his eyes shoot down as you begin to stroke him with your thumb like he's a small pet.

"You demand to be untied with such vigor, yet you aren't excited at all at the prospect," you sound out with a teasing voice, "How about you show some enthusiasm, and I promise I will help."

You see his mouth open in protest, but you remove your hand from his cock to grab his jaw and crash your mouth to his, effectively silencing any further objections. As a reaction, he responds to your kiss, even leaning his head forward, but as suddenly as you started, you pull away, a smug smile playing on your lips.

"Not another peep out of you, got it?" you say calmly, leaning your forehead to his while still holding his face in a vicelike grip. His eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. "Good boy."

Knives's eyes stay nailed to you as you pull away, leaning back to run your hands over your own body, from your neck down to your chest and stomach until your fingers brush the hem of your underwear.

"Over or under?" you ask him with a grin, but he doesn't reply. "Good!"

You push your underwear down as far as you can until you can touch yourself more easily. Knives's gaze moves down with your hand after you pick up some spit with it. He watches eagerly as you start to pleasure yourself. A few heavier breaths cross your lips, and you see his Adam's apple bob up and down. You lean back farther, bowing your body and supporting one hand on his knee. You know he enjoys watching you play with yourself; you've noticed it before, and the shift of the bow hiding his cock from view is even more proof of it. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his silence only adding to the intensity. The only sounds filling the small room come from you, leaving Knives's lips to part slightly. His chest moves with slow and heavy breaths, showing just how much he's struggling to maintain his composure. You look over his marble figure and the piercing red ribbon that digs slightly into his body with each deep breath. As your gaze reaches his lap, you see the weeping head of his erect cock peek out from between the loops of the bow.

With a lick of your lips, you reach out to take the loose end of the ribbon between your fingers; you twist it, wrapping it around your index before tugging at it slowly. You keep looking at his wavering eyes as you pull the bow loose, releasing Knives's cock from its confines and letting it spring free. You see how he tries to keep his composure, but his face leans closer, and his cock twitches with anticipation. The coil of ribbon is around your hand as you tug it free from under him, and you scoot closer, taking his dick into the other hand and pressing it against your own throbbing sex.

Knives draws breath to say something while you stroke along his hard length, but you stuff his mouth with the ribbon you pulled loose from around him before he gets a single word out. His voice is muffled and unrecognizable as you continue to pleasure him. While your hand moves up and down along his length, you lean your body more against his. You feel his heavy breaths and racing pulse beneath you.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into his ear, "All you can say is Please and I want more. Got it? I will fuck you until one of us passes out and there is no point in pleading to be untied."

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[nanqmies]

Wolfwood x ftm reader

cw: ftm reader, thigh fucking, biting, pleasure control (?), teasing, he cums all over your thighs, very short, i think thats all?

wc: 236

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long!! i got stuff going on, and have sosos much to write!! I hope you still like it nonnie ! Please enjoy my work.

based on this request

nsfw under the cut~

adding onto your request.. thinking about how he’d wrap a tight hand around your throat while his cock slides between the plush of your thighs, just barely grazing against your cunt. He’ll push you back against his chest to make you watch how his tip dips between your legs, hearing the hitching of your breaths whenever his shaft gets too close to your sensitive pearl.. forgetting this is supposed to be a *punishment*,, but how could he remember when your warm thighs keep squeezing him in? Dribbles of his pre lightly coating the pudge of your thighs, grunting with each rut of his hips in your ear.. his heavy breaths making shivers crawl up your spine , huffing your sweet scent n nuzzling into the crook of your neck, holding your legs up to squeeze them together; sweat builds on your forehead, you leaning back against his big chest (the perfect pillows btw) aching for him to give in n finally relieve the burning pleasure in your tummy.. but to no avail, his last few thrust are messy between your sticky thighs, biting into your neck when hot cum stains your thighs and tummy.. coating your skin in white dripping ropes, catching his breath n kissing your shoulder blades, nudging his tip over your cum covered slit— “You ready for me..?”

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[bennysblabbering]

Horny and needy Wolfwood fucking you in missionary, his eyes screwed shut and his jaw hung open, unable to slow down the intense pace of his hips. He just can't help it, he needs you and you're milking and squeezing him so good. He's leaning on top of you, panting and sweating. "'M sorry, love, I can't stop, I can't fucking stop..."

He's addicted and has zero regrets.