#nicholas d. wolfwood x you

[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.

[bennysblabbering]

I think Wolfwood's got a fair amount of body hair. Not too much, not too little. He's got a subtle dusting of black hair on the center of his chest that spreads a little over his pecs, dipping down across his stomach into a nice happy trail. He's absolutely got a full bush as well- whether he's cis or trans, doesn't matter, he'd grow it out regardless. His arms, legs, and armpits definitely have a good amount too.

It would almost feel scandalous to see him in a wife beater shirt, his chest hair peeking out a bit from the neckline, his happy trail and armpit hair exposed when he stretches.

I think he'd feel a little flustered but ultimately enjoy it if he had a partner that would purposefully pay attention to his body hair, stroking and kissing the spots that have the most. Especially if they were to nuzzle from his belly button, across the dark and coarse trail, down to his impressive thick bush ripe with his scent and bury their face in it.

Also the scruff on his face...it would absolutely feel incredible as he's going down on someone, or when he leans in to kiss their neck, or really anytime his face is close to their skin.

[sundew199]

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.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 97 }

pray for me.

nicholas d. wolfwood x single.mother!reader

warnings: unedited; thirst post; minors do not interact.

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the night was cold, seeming to pierce through you as you struggled to maintain your balance whilst running across the streets of jeneora rock. your voice was hoarse, crying out your son’s name as you searched for him with a desperation. 

you couldn’t believe how this all started simply because you wanted to make your son happy. due to how you were in charge of closing shift at the diner, you were given little choice but to take him with you. in hopes of keeping your son preoccupied, you had gifted him a rainbow colored ball all while telling him to remain inside the diner’s break room. 

you had listed off some rules for him to follow, and truly believed that he would behave himself. so when it came time to close the diner after you had finished cleaning the place, you could almost feel your heart drop to your stomach when he was nowhere to be seen in the break room. 

the cold sweat was felt pooling against the nape of your neck, and when you searched around for him while bathed in complete and utter despair, you swore your heart broke upon seeing how the diner’s back door was left wide open. 

and that was all the urging you needed to come rushing out of the diner. 

having your son when you were just 20 years old, being a consequence of a one night stand you had hoped would lead to something fruitful due to your loneliness- 

but oh, how wrong you were at the thought. for when the man who had helped fathered the life growing deep inside of you found out you were carrying his child, he had ghosted you within mere seconds. you recall just how terrified you felt at the thought of becoming a single mother. 

since the moment you were born within the cold and barren world, you had always been alone. your memories were filled with yearnings and daydreams pertaining to how you would find someone who would love you unconditionally and raise a family with them. and despite how you found yourself loathing the man you had slept with-

you couldn’t bring yourself to carry any amount of hate towards the child growing from within you. 

each day, your heart simply grew with an intensity for your baby boy, not stopping such powerful emotions from becoming stronger even when he was born. for five long years, you spent caring for him, growing with him as he helped you learn to love yourself.

you had to find him, for if you lost him, then you would have no reason to live. 

your voice echoes throughout the sleepy town, becoming hoarse when a familiar, shrill cry was heard, the sound of it piercing through your very heart. 

“MOMMY!” you follow the sounds of your son’s terrified cries, leading you to an alleyway as you were face to face with a powerful man trapping your son within his arms. he held your child in a powerful grip, close to breaking his arm just as your adrenaline reaches its peak. 

“my, i was hoping that by catching this little brat, i’d be able to get your attention.”

“you fucking bastard, unhand him at once.” you automatically stalk closer to him, having every intention of ripping those damn hands away from your son when the sudden appearance of a gun pressed against your child’s head makes you stop dead in your tracks. 

“if you take a step forward, i’ll blow his fucking brains out, and if you refuse to cooperate, heh. i might give you the same treatment as well.”

you were close to screaming, about to ask this fucker just what he wanted when you felt a sudden presence coming from behind you. from your periphery, you saw what looked like a hefty metal cross. the faint scent of cigarettes were all that filled your senses, and you found yourself turning back to look behind you. 

he wore a bored expression on his face, eyes hidden beneath a pair of sunglasses as a cigarette hung loosely from his thin lips. keeping his gaze on the bastard that still held your son hostage, he gestures at you to take a step back before aiming the cross at him. 

“don’t you know it’s rude to separate a child from his mother?” 

you weren’t given a chance to breathe when a sudden, pulsating beam of light was suddenly aimed at the prick and your son-

oh dear gods, your son...!

your eyes water for the briefest of seconds, opening as the tears streamed down your face with you reaching out to him-

only to feel the same, strange man in the suit step closer to you, all while placing the child within your outstretched arms. your heart began to pound, racing anxiously from within your chest as you felt as though it were close to imploding. you look into that man’s eyes, seeing his gaze soften just the tiniest bit at the sight of you clinging to your son. 

“i...i don’t know what to say-” you trail your eyes forward, trying to see just what had happened to that bastard only for your savior to step directly in front of you, as if trying to shield you from such a malicious sight. 

“i wouldn’t if i were you.” he warns, voice turning deeper before letting out a grunt as he tosses his cigarette to the side. with a soft coo in your voice, you could still hear your son whimpering with fear. “mama, h-he destroyed my ball, the one you g-gave to me. and i d-don’ want you to be m-mad at me.” you continue to comfort him, telling him that it was more than okay, and that you were happy to buy him a new ball later. 

his tears were still felt staining the front of your shirt, but all you felt was a staggering relief that he had been saved. “i...i don’t know what else to say, i- thank you.” 

your gaze remained honed in on his form when you beckon him to tell you his name. the man seemed hesitant, looking away from your gaze before letting out a sigh. “it’s nicholas, nicholas wolfwood...” he trails off, holding his giant weapon across his shoulder before lifting a hand to grace at your features, gently framing at your cheek, “and besides, there’s no need to thank me. a kid needs his mother to grow up healthy and strong.” 

knowing that you would do anything to show this man simply known as nicholas your gratitude for saving your entire world, you muster all the courage you had and ask him to escort you back home-

and much to your shock, it works. 

------

by the time you came back to the safety of your apartment, your son was all but worn out. you settle him back within the comfort of his bedroom, tucking him into bed before pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead, whispering your love to him once more before exiting his room. 

you close his door and look behind you to see nicholas standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. he had his massive weapon settled over to the corner of the room. your heart was pounding, nearly choking you with its anxious beats when you step closer to him. “can i offer you anything to drink? or to dine on, for that matter?” 

nicholas meets your gaze before shaking his head, “ah, no. that won’t be necessary. since you’re already home with your kid, i should probably go.” 

your mind was spinning, desperate to somehow show him just how grateful you were to him for saving your son. stepping closer to him, your hands slowly reach up to remove the sunglasses that hid his eyes from your curious gaze. he keeps staring at you with an unreadable expression, yet you couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his rich, dark cobalt gaze before bringing yourself even closer to him. clutching at the front of his dark suit, meeting his eyes for the briefest of moments before your lips collided with his in a bruising kiss. 

you could feel him groaning, unable to hold back his own desires for you when his arms come to wrap themselves around your form. you kept pressing yourself closer to him, letting out a soft whine of his name when he pulls away from your heated kisses first. 

“oi, this doesn’t seem fair. i don’t even know your name yet- oh, fuck.”

you cut him off by gently nipping at the base of his throat, telling him your name in a sultry voice before pulling away from the lanky man. you tug at his wrists, giving him no choice but to follow you as you lead him to your bedroom. 

your clothes were strewn all across your room, leaving you both bare as you began kissing your way down nicholas’s body. his pale form was surprisingly built as you admired the lean muscles that seemed to decorate his frame. his hands kept delving themselves within your hair, letting out a grunt here and there each time you gave a few nips against his skin. 

you continue kissing your way down his body, placing a lingering kiss against his chest, where you could feel his heart beating from beneath your lips before going lower...and yet lower still. you didn’t stop the way you trail your lips down until you reached the slight trail of dark hair leading down his abdomen. you admire the prominent v shaped dip seen against his hips and felt your mouth water when you came face to face with his throbbing erection. 

filled with the need to please him, your hands slowly began to stroke him, forcing a loud groan to escape from his lips. “you must behave, mr. wolfwood, or else you’ll wake up my darling son...and i would be forced to stop.”

“nngh...!” your words succeeds in making him bite against his fist, feeling your lips kissing at his inner thighs as he fought back the urge to thrust his cock inside of your mouth. pressing one last kiss against his thighs, you return your attention back to his aching shaft, admiring how pretty it was for a brief moment before descending upon him. 

your lips wrapped themselves around his mushroom tip, feeling a moan escape from the confines of your throat when nicholas arches his back against the bed. you feel him suddenly dart forward, remaining stiffened and upright against your bed when he feels you take him in. your hands worked on pumping whatever couldn’t fit within your mouth, feeling your own core fluttering with absolute need for him each time he lets out a breathy moan of your name. 

unable to handle the ache for much longer, you remove one of your hands away from his girth to reach down against the aching flower between your legs. the way you slowly began touching yourself while keeping sucking at his shaft doesn’t go unnoticed by nicholas when he suddenly lets out a strained whisper of your name. 

within seconds, you found yourself suddenly pulled away from his cock as nicholas’s arms were wrapped around you. he grunts, sitting up so that you were now pressed against your bedsheets before spreading your legs. once you were wide open for him, nicholas leans down to devour at your slick walls. 

he was relentless when it came to pleasuring you, the all-consuming pleasure you felt was enough to make your back arch against your bed. now, you were the one who struggled to keep your moans quiet, biting down against the back of your hand with such intensity that you could feel your teeth imprint against your skin. 

the squelching sounds nicholas made the moment he introduces a slender finger within your gummy walls was enough to make you cry out. you were so close to reaching your completion- ready to spill yourself inside of his mouth when he suddenly pulls away from you. 

almost immediately, your hands reach out to him, ready to let out a string of protests when nicholas wraps your legs around his waist, tracing at the outer lips of your slick walls before thrusting himself deep inside of you. you could feel the scream of pleasure nearly become ripped from your throat had it not been for the fact that nicholas had surged forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

“careful, you need to keep quiet, remember?” nicholas’s voice had taken on a darker tone, making you tremble at how sensual he sounded while shamelessly licking away the tears of pleasure that fell down across your cheeks. 

it has been far too long since you had been intimate with any man. your days and free time were dedicated to caring for your son, and thanks to nicholas, you were finally able to feel like a woman. as if experiencing some form of  enlightenment each time nicholas’s hips met with yours. 

you could truly feel every inch of him as he pounded himself into you, the obscene sounds of your union making you roll your eyes back in response. you were so close, so close to reaching your high as you felt whispered phrases of “oh god oh god oh god, this feels so good, nicholas...!” 

“that’s right.” he leans down to press a kiss against your swollen lips, biting down against them before hoarsely telling you, “pray for me, pray for me to bring you to heaven as you come.” 

that was all the urging you needed to feel the coil snap within your abdomen as a silent cry was felt escaping from your lips. your walls began to convulse around nicholas, trapping his cock deep within your womb as your walls began to milk him for all he was worth as he shoots his seed deep within your core, painting your slick walls white with his release.

truly, it had been so long since you felt such an intense release, making you fall back against your bed with nicholas landing on top of you. a light sheen of sweat was seen all across your skin, and his heavy weight was actually quite comforting to you as you felt his lips press lingering kisses against your damp neck.  

feeling exhausted, you tilt your head over to press a kiss against his cheek, thanking him once more before allowing yourself to succumb to your exhaustion.

------

the coldness you felt surrounding you was what ultimately rouses you from your peaceful slumber. 

you sit up in bed, letting out a soft gasp of nicholas’s name-

only to find that your bedroom was completely empty. 

your heart breaks at the sight, making you get out of bed as a faint soreness was felt between your legs. with shaky steps, you pick up your clothes and put on the shirt you wore last night, still smelling the faint scent of sweat and cigarettes lingering against your skin. 

coming out of your bedroom, you saw that it was still early in the morning and that your son was still asleep. despite the ache you felt from nicholas’s sudden disappearance, you knew that it was for the best-

and besides, you still had your son to love and care for after all. 

trying to ignore the fact that nicholas’s cross was nowhere to be seen, you were about to check on your son when the sight of something colorful catches your attention. facing the object, you felt your heart suddenly race with anticipation once more, seeing the sight of a new, brightly colored ball settled against your table with a folded piece of paper next to it. 

your steps were shaky and uneven, coming closer to your table as you lean down to get the note. unfolding it, you suddenly felt a warmth coursing through your veins when you read the following words written in a hurried scrawl:

for your kid. 

i look forward to seeing you again someday. 

-yours

ndw.

a.n. - hhhhh forgive me father for i have sinned. dear god is nicholas d. wolfwood an attractive man.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[lexsssu]

Fruitful (Nicholas D. Wolfwood)

TAGS: Nicholas/Wife!reader, breeding, teasing, married sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“You feel that, angel? How deep my cock is kissing your womb? Mhmm, it’s supposed to be like that so we can get you all nice and pregnant the quickest~”

One would think that a man of the cloth wouldn’t dare say such salacious words, but Nicholas D. Wolfwood had always thrived in acting against the norm and expectations. 

However, he supposes that God wouldn’t mind, considering that he’s just fulfilling the human need and responsibility to ‘be fruitful and multiply’ with his pretty little wife. And what a thought that was, finally having you as his both in heart and the eyes of God.

Fuck, just the knowledge that you were his and he was yours has him harder than he’s ever been before you came into his life.

Nicholas fought off the savage grin that threatened to stretch across his face when you keen and whimpered so cutely for him as he repeatedly shoved himself balls-deep inside you. 

“Don’t be shy, and lemme hear how sweetly you sing for my cock, won’t you angel? You know I need a ‘lil…encouragement after all…”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Here for the Nicholas Woflwood content!! I would love a request about the reader flustering Nicholas if you’re game

Oh I’m absolutely game. Also apologises for being silent for a bit in terms of writing; I’ve just had to get through some stuff at work which left all of us a lil tired/ fatigued afterwards.

Nicholas had a tendency of getting under your skin with his teasing, his weird little nicknames that he’d come up for you and such but you have yet again failed to even get under his whilst trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You’ve tried everything;

You’ve called him popcorn lung

You’ve teased him about the massive cross-machine gun he always carried.

Mocked him for not wearing socks with his shoes and even if he were, why the fuck did he choose to wear ankle socks? Did he hate himself that much?

However you were always greeted with his cocky smirk, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips and his eyes twinkling mischievous from behind his shades, “you’re trying too hard sweetheart.” He would then playfully retort before patting your shoulder and going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Leaving you a little perturbed and frustrated.

Fortunately for you, the opportune moment came when you, Vash, Meryl, Roberto and Nicholas were walking through a town you came across on your travels for a quick bite to eat and Meryl and Nicholas were having their usual -in Meryl’s case- one sided disputes. Why this was so fortunate for you was because during their dispute, Nicholas cockily decided to walk backwards with that handsome smile still plastered on his face as poor Meryl played well into his trap; Unaware of the fact that just up ahead was a staircase that would lead you into the lower areas of town.

“When will you ever admit that your wrong about something?” Meryl exclaimed.

“You make a great question little lady, but I don’t have an wander for that for I am never wrong.” Nicholas replied, lying through his teeth as he flicks away another cigarette bud at her way; watching in humour as she ducked before it could hit her before looking at him with a glare as she ranted at him about the dangers of flicking an cigarette bud. “Are you that careless of what you could’ve potential set aflame?!” The undertaker merely shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner which didn’t make matters any better.

The closer and closer you got to the staircase the more devilish thoughts popped into your head about not wanting to warn Nicholas. You saw from the corner of your eye that Vash was about to open his mouth when you nudged him in the side as a mean to silence him. “Don’t.” You whispered and Vash only looked at you confused.

“Why? He’s going to hurt himself if he doesn’t.” The blonde asks.

“He’s not.” You replied shortly.

“How do you know that?” Vash asks again, not understanding where you were going with this.

“I’m going to fluster him.” You told him as though it was obvious but it seemed to the blonde that it didn’t. You sighed and only said, “just watch.”

Just as you about to descend the staircases, you did so that you were next to Nicholas which made him smirk when he caught sight of you standing so close, that he couldn’t help himself. “There’s all this space and yet you choose to stay close to me? I’m honoured but don’t you think it’s giving people the wrong idea-“ just about as he was finishing his sentence; Nicholas’ foot caught on the edge of the concrete staircase and was about to loose his footing when you swiftly moved to cradle the male against your chest.

“You were saying, Princess?” You asked as you watched as Vash, Meryl and Roberto stopped to look back at you both. Vash looked stunned whilst Meryl and Roberto looked smug. Nicholas on the other hand was an embarrassed and flustered mess within your arms. “Let go of me.” He utters, not wanting for you to see him so uncharacteristic. You hummed in thought before looking back at him, “if I did that then you’ll get hurt,” you then leaned closer to his face to whisper, “and I don’t want to see a single scratch on my pretty boy’s face.”

You swore that Nicholas nearly let out the equivalent of a whimper at your words as he looked away from you to swallow thickly. Speechless. You chuckled at this and helped him the rest of the way down the staircase where the rest were waiting for you.

“What was that?” Meryl asked you when she moved to your side as Roberto and Vash moved to Nicholas’ who hasn’t taken his gaze off of you. “Just payback for all the times he’s teased me.” You stated, winking at Nicholas and watching in amusement as he stood a little straighter and averted his eyes elsewhere.

[bendycxmet]

Drive pt. 2—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

drabble: now what happens when it's your turn to drive?

content: 785 words. our turn to tease wolfwood!, nothing explicit but we do get a bit suggestive, smoking, wolfwood the passenger princess

pairing: gn!reader x wolfwood

a/n: here's part 1. thoughts of wolfwood live in me when i drive now

“Don’t be afraid of Angelina. She’s not gonna hurt you. Plus, we’re in the middle of nowhere so you also can’t hit anything.”

Your hands gripped the wheel in nervousness. Ever since the last ride you had with Wolfwood, he had inquired if you had driven a car before. You told him no, that growing up, not everyone could afford a car of their own. Especially in this economy. He had chuckled at that, mumbling something about “and I didn’t buy Angelina, either.” You shouldn’t be surprised this car wasn’t rightfully his.

“Sure, but how do you know what everything does? Like these buttons, and these sticks on the sides of the wheel. Also, the hand-eye coordination of handling this entire death trap is tripping me out-”

“Hey, easy now. Take a breather. I promise I can be a good teacher. I’ve demonstrated that in the past, right? Now, let’s start easy. 10 and 2 on the wheel, sweetheart.”

Maybe it was a part of his plan to keep you flustered as a distraction from your anxiousness. It worked, mildly. You followed his instructions, feeling the vibrations of the car lull you into a false sense of safety, persuading your brain into security. 

“Now, shift the gear to drive, and let your foot off the pedal. Don’t accelerate just yet. Let the car roll a bit.”

You take one hand off the wheel to shift gears, startling a bit when the car suddenly moves.

“There you go, easy does it. Just like that.” You feel your entire body spark to life, warming at his praise. Nothing can ever be normal with Wolfwood. He always has to play around with you. “Hands back on the wheel. Slowly add some pressure to the accelerator, but keep your foot light when you feel comfortable at whatever speed you feel like. Let’s cruise a bit on this stretch of road.”

Pushing your foot lightly on the accelerator, the car picks up its speed. You lift your foot off a tiny bit so that the car doesn’t accelerate further. You laugh manically, giddy giggles escaping you. You’re actually doing it!

“Hey, this isn’t so bad! How am I doing Wo-” your words stumble and dissolve on your tongue, heart freezing when you feel his hand come to pat your thigh.

“You always do so good for me.” You look over at him, just in time to see him wink at you before placing a cigarette between his lips, flipping the lighter in that signature way of his, and lighting the cigarette on the last flip with just one hand. You feel your breath stutter. That was hot. 

You train your eyes on the road, accelerating, unconsciously attempting to match the speed of your heart. You have to get back at him today, in some way. You tongue your cheek in thought, gritting your teeth to reel your train of thought back in when you feel Wolfwood’s hand rise up, squeezing your inner thigh. Bastard. 

“Wanna slow down a bit? We’re in no rush-” 

“Who said we aren’t?” you interrupt him, a biting edge to your voice, warning him. He quirks an eyebrow in question. Your eyes seek his cigarette from your periphery, hand coming to snag it from his lips. You inhale for a couple of seconds, feeling the smoke accumulate in your lungs before it begins to burn. Slowing the car down, you finally turn to Wolfwood. He’s looking at you in bewilderment, not used to the brazenness that you are currently showing but nevertheless fully turned on by it. 

You cup his jaw, squeezing your fingers on each side of his cheeks, effectively propping his mouth open. You lean in, close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. Exhaling, you shotgun the cigarette smoke that was held in your lungs directly into his open mouth. The smoke disappears, Wolfwood inhaling the shared nicotine as if it were the oxygen he needed to breathe, eyes rolling back. Placing a chaste peck on his lips, you let go of his stubbled face, chuckling to yourself as you settle back into your seat. You got him hook, line, and sinker.

Wolfwood’s moan as he exhales the smoke has goosebumps rising on your skin. Again, you accelerate the car, heading back to the hotel. 

“Yeah, you better get this car to our hotel after what you just pulled,” Wolfwood growls, his hand squeezing your thigh now with a bit of desperation. 

“Better buckle up then, because you’re in for a ride Wolfwood.” This time, it was your turn with the double meanings. With the way Wolfwood groaned beside you, he was more than happy for you to take charge. 

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divider by saradika

[bugtastic]

one day at 1am me and friend were brainstorming about modern!wolfwood and this short fic came out of it, enjoy the food.

tags: fluff, gn!reader

summary: wolfwood is stressed and you save his ass by being the best partner >:D

wolfwood, who resigned from his previous job to be a caretaker at his the orphanage he grew up in. you suggested this after he got stressed and lost hours of sleep grading papers in the middle of the night. you went to sleep, feeling cold without nicholas beside you. when you slept, he'd hug you tightly, as if even in his sleep, he was afraid to lose you.

you noticed when he changed his job, less cigarettes were smoked. you didn't fail to tell him you've noticed and how proud you are of your boyfriend. he felt his dark cheeks burn at your praise.

he now came home in the afternoon, searching for you and calling out your name. no answer. he went to your shared room.

you were asleep.

he let out a groan of disappointment. you didn't stir at the sound. you probably feel asleep after making lunch for you both.

he was hoping to share about his day with you.

the longer he stared at you, the more he wanted to lay down with you. to feel you. to forget about the world for a moment and dream with you in his arms. he took off his jacket and sunglasses and silently sat next to your sleeping form. gently brushing away the hair that was covering your face, he slowly reaches down and kisses your cheek. you stir in your sleep, subconsciously moving closer to him. wolfwood feels his smile widen, feeling happy.

"One day I'll tell you about all the fantasies I have of our future." He whispers and closes the distance, lightly brushing his lips across your skin.

he owes you for saving him again.

[bwaveq]

Wolfwood kissing headcanons(?)

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• Soft Kisses - Soft kisses are Wolfwood's second favorite when all he could do is softly place small kisses upon the tip of your nose, or under your eye bags. If you have scars he'd lay careful pecks on those scars whether they're one's of harm or from the past.

• Deep Kisses - Nicolas enjoys spending time with you, especially when the two of you are alone. Deep kisses are full of passion and love, and he'd want nothing more than to have the feeling of his s/o's lips on his. Countless times has the punisher craved for the taste of your mouth, your arms around his neck as the both of you stand upon the warm sand whilst the suns shunned down the two of you.

• Breathless Kisses - Kisses like these leave the punisher in a daze. Lips on lips while the other's check in a motel/inn they've come across, you and Nicolas staying back in the vehicle kissing the time away afraid this moment won't ever happen again if the two of you were to stop anytime soon. It was only a few seconds when the both of you decided to pull away for air staring into each other's eyes having to take deep breathes in order to regain air again.

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SORRY THIS IS SHORT I KINDA WROTE THIS IN A RUSH HELPPP

[galactiquest]

I would like to order a tender and goofy woowoo x reader. My only specific requests are a transmasc adjacent reader, pet names used on both sides, and uhhhhhh that's it. Either version of ww is fine 👍

Is it bad that I'm like 90% sure I know who this is? Scratch that--99%. I know it's you. 😉

That's not a bad thing, though, because I know just how to press your buttons! (And everyone else's, for that matter.) And Wolfwood is just a sweetpea to me, so I love to write for him. Let's do this thing. I'm even feeling so nice that I'll do both versions of Wolfwood (from 98/Maximum and Stampede).

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x (Male) Reader: Relationship Drabbles

Content Warnings: None, unless you count tooth-rotting fluff. I put it below a cut since it might get a little long. Written with a male/male-adjacent/transmasculine reader in mind, so there's references to the reader being a guy/getting called "boyfriend" and such.

98/Maximum Wolfwood

Two words: Hopeless romantic. Two more words: Very bisexual. Wolfwood can get around and he knows this. Dating a guy is in his ballpark and he feels (foolishly) confident about this.

He's your typical swooning boyfriend. You can find him hovering over you when you're invested in a task, whatever that may be--reading a book, tooling with a gun, even just stargazing. Every moment is a wow, my boyfriend is hot moment. (You could say the same about him, though, I mean, look at him...)

He's a showoff. He can't help it. In a gunfight? He spins his cross a couple extra times. Drinking? Two more shots, let me show you how it's done. Training or working out? What do you mean I can't exercise in the buff? It's totally fine! (What a peach.)

Wolfwood is the kind of guy who would do anything to embarrass you in public. Whether it's a whisper of something naughty in your ear, or a hand traveling lower than your back, he's trying to get you to blush, or get some kind of reaction out of you (even if that reaction is to knock him on the nose.) Bonus if you get back at him with your own whispering or a love tap.

Though he's generally good with PDA, he might keep it slightly more "casual" in public. But behind closed doors? Oh, he's a worshipper, that's for sure. There is no part of you that isn't adored.

We all know Wolfwood is the "darlin'" type of guy (comes with the territory of being a cowboy, not my rules) but I think he'd also find plenty of other cute and embarrassing nicknames to call you by. Sweetheart, lover, etc. It's all on the table.

If you call him one back he'll start planning the wedding.

Stampede Wolfwood

Compared to his 98/Maximum counterpart, Stampede Wolfwood is a lot more... subdued in his desires and wonders. Dating a guy isn't in his ballpark--nor is dating anyone, really. He's been busy. (And apprehensive because he has no idea what he's doing, but don't tell him that you know that.)

But if you're able to coax him into a relationship, he's going to also try to show off. He's going to make every attempt he can to appear "manly" for your sake. He fails pretty miserably at this. It's not his fault--he just thinks there's a certain way he has to act for a relationship.

If you can teach him how to take the back seat in the relationship, he'll mellow out a bit. He's just desperate to not be seen as weak. (You're so far from weak, Wolfie! Keep your chin up!)

He's less showy with PDA, but he's willing to hold hands every so often. He also shows his love via acts of service--getting you meals, making sure you arrive places safely, patching you up, things of that nature. That's the one thing he feels he's good at.

He tries to keep the relationship very serious. But he is so, so bad at it. His efforts to do everything the "right way" are very endearing, from offering you his coat to opening the door for you...

He won't say this, but he's just thankful you still love him even after all of his fumbles.

He's not one for petnames or nicknames, but if you start to call him one, he'll blush very profusely and try to hide it. (He actually really, really likes it. Please keep calling him by a nickname, it makes him feel special.)

End Notes: I really hope you enjoyed!! Wolfwood is just too darn cute to me, all of those posts that are like "whatever you say gorgeous" are so right.

[minimomoe]

A New Religion

Pairing: Wolfwood x Fem Reader

Rating: 19+ MDNI

Song Inspo: Soweto by Victony, Rema

Summary: You're reunited with Wolfwood after all this time. You thought you were catching up with an old friend, but he tells you that you’re everything but that.

Word Ct: 4.1k

“Come onnn preacher man, you’re gonna let a woman like me walk all by herself?” 

“You came here by yourself, didn’t you?”

You pouted and batted your eyes. “What if something happened to me? Here in Mecca city with a man with a 300 million double dollar bounty on his head, don’t you think it’s a little unsafe for me?”

Wolfwood flicked his eyes down to you hanging off of his arm. Your hands were warm enough for him to feel it through the sleeves of his suit, and you weren't letting up your grip. He tried to look into your eyes to see if it was the beers that you had that were talking instead of your true self, but you only had one glass that you nursed the entire time he had been in the bar. His eyes followed the way you licked your lips and pulled them back to smile again. Wolfwood quickly looked away, but you didn’t want that so you cupped his face with one hand and plucked the bent cigarette out of his mouth to smoke. 

“I feel like priests shouldn’t be able to smoke,” you said after a long drag. “Ain’t it in the Bible somewhere?”

“God cares more about my heart than my lungs.”

“I’m sure your heart is struggling to keep pumping your dying lungs,” you said, and to Wolfwood’s surprise you placed your ear right on his naked chest. You pulled back to move your hair out of the way and your face was pressed up against his chest again. You took another drag of the smoke and tapped his sternum. 

“It’s beating so fast, the poor thing. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of the pack for you. Your body’s a temple and I’m willing to keep it that way,” you winked up at him. 

“I don’t need you to finish anything for me,” he reached into his breast pocket to pull out his stash of cigarettes. He tapped out a new one, and before he could get his lighter you stopped him.

“Lucky you, I have one last match,” you opened your matchbox and showed him the stick. You stood like a flamingo, holding onto Wolfwood’s shoulder for stability and struck the match against the heel of your boot. A bright flame erupted before sizzling down to where you could bring it up to his face safely. The cigarette hung loosely from Wolfwood’s lips, and he made the mistake of looking directly in your dark eyes instead of the butt of the smoke. The fire danced in your eyes with delight, like a pyromaniac finally finding their passion. When he was able to hold a flame you blew the match out, and before he could stop what you were doing you switched out the cigarettes, putting the bent one back into his parted mouth and taking the fresh one for yourself. 

“Hey!”

“It’s the least you could do for me, Wolfy. I got a long walk back to the motel. This’ll keep me warm,” you tipped your hat to him and turned on your heel. 

“And what about me?”

“What about you, Nathan?” You yelled, but you never stopped to face him. Your hair bounced and your hips swayed as you walked down the street, and he could hear you smirking as you got his name wrong.

“That’s not my name,” he grumbled to himself, and he readjusted the Punisher hanging on his shoulder. He was about to leave the opposite direction himself, and the cigarette smoke filled his lungs enough for him to puff it out, but it tasted different. He held the smoke between his fingers and saw the light pink tinge of your lipgloss on the mouthpiece. It was barely there but suddenly cherries were the only thing he could think about. His head whipped around to find you and he could barely see the top of your cowboy hat poking through the crowd of people who were also leaving for the night. Then he saw your hat jerk violently to the side and into an alleyway. 

Wolfwood parted through the ocean of bounty hunters, his blood rushing in his ears. The seconds stretched for miles and he pushed aggressively through the crowd as he got closer to where he saw you disappear, and when he finally rounded the corner he was moments away from unlatching the Punisher. He saw a dying cigarette and your white hat flipped upside down on the floor. Equal parts fear and anger surged through him. Before he could make any hasty moves a motion caught his eyes in the corner of the alley. You stood there hunched over and trying to catch your breath, your hair flopped over and filled with debris. A large man laid flat on his back, groaning and mumbling incoherent thoughts out loud. His fingers twitched to reach his gun on the floor but Wolfwood crushed his fingers with his foot. 

“You okay?”

“Nevel!” You said, genuinely surprised to see him again so soon. “Me? Oh, I’m just peachy. Never been better,” you shook your hair out and put on a sweet smile. 

“Do you need to…” he started, but you shook your head.

“Don’t let my breathing fool you. He’s so drunk he couldn’t tell his dick from his gun. I’m just a little out of shape, but I can still protect myself.”

“Your shape is fine,” he said, dusting off your hat and handing it to her. 

“And what about my shape do you like?” You asked playfully, and snorted when he turned away to hide his flaming face. “Is it because I shared a holy cigarette with you? Is that why you can’t let go of me yet?”

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

“Now you want to walk with me,” you rolled your eyes. 

“I just want to make sure you get to bed and then I’ll leave. I’ll carry you if I have to,” he warned.

“Carry me and that death machine at the same time? I don’t even think you could do that. I’m not that tiny—“

But you were hauled over Wolfwood’s shoulder before you could finish your sentence. You caught your hat before it could fall again and he adjusted both you and the Punisher to sit comfortably to leave the alley. 

“Oh I’m going to tell the church about this, just you wait. A priest , manhandling an innocent bystander ! Is this because I haven’t paid my tithes? That doesn’t make me a sinner!”

“No, but killing people does,” Wolfwood jerked his shoulder up and you grumbled. 

“You’re no better than me.”

“I just do my job.” 

“Tell me, Father, do you ever do anything outside of your job,” you twisted and whispered in his ear. Your lips grazed the shell of his ear and a shiver went down his spine. “Caring for everybody else seems tiring. What do you like to do to unwind?”

“I’ll tell you if you can be quiet until we get to the motel.”

You pinched his butt in frustration, but surprised him once again by keeping your mouth closed. Wolfwood didn’t understand why you wanted to know, and he couldn’t tell if this was all a game to you. The only other time you talked was when he begged you for your room information so he could walk you right to it, but you were convinced he was trying to make you lose. When he reached the destination, he gently placed you back on your feet and fixed your tilted hat. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“I kept track of all of your transgressions,” you tapped your temple. “See you in the morning paper, you corrupted church man.” 

Wolfwood chuckled as you turned around and unlocked the door to your room. He scoped behind him to ensure that nobody was watching you get inside. Before you stepped foot inside you asked him the same question. 

“I don’t ‘unwind’. I’m given a job, I do my job, and another one is given to me. There’s no time for anything else.” 

“Sounds… boring. Lonely,” you brushed the lapels of his suit and peered up at him. Wolfwood wished you would stop looking at him like that. It moved something in his chest he couldn’t identify. “You really don’t have time for anything else? Not even for a friend?”

“We’re friends?” He asked incredulously. 

You slapped his chest and frowned. “Of course we are! Why else would you come back running to me? We always find each other no matter how long it’s been.” 

Your eyes softened and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on you. Thank you, Nicholas, for helping me tonight.” You kissed his cheek and let him go. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again but it wouldn’t kill you to write a letter.”

“I can’t be friends with you,” Wolfwood said slowly, and your eyes clouded over.

“What?” 

He hooked his free hand around your waist and drew you in close. Your eyes widened and you splayed your hands on his chest to stop from crashing into it. You looked up in confusion but you could see Wolfwood trying to gather his thoughts. 

“What I’m feeling for you isn’t friendly ,” he said carefully. His grip tightened around your body like a vice and your eyebrows sprung up. You ran your fingers over his bare skin, almost able to hear his heart thumping behind his ribs. 

“And what is it— what are you feeling, Wolfwood?”

He could try to explain it to you, tell you how you’re one of the first people he thinks of whenever he brushes death, or how he prays that the time you spend apart would shorten from months to day or hours, but the words couldn’t make it out of his throat because it is impossible to accurately describe just how much space you take up in his mind. You hide in every crevice of his being, taking up residence in his heart, stealing every smoke filled breath and making it your own because in reality it was never his, and each breath he takes carries him closer to the next time he’ll meet you again.

He could try to explain that to you, but it’s much easier to close the gap between them and capture your lips with his. It’s much easier to guide you into the motel and kick the door close behind him. It is so much easier to gently lay your on the bed after shrugging off the Punisher and swallow your moans as you clawed his back to hold him closer. In a frenzied mix of tongue and lips Wolfwood tastes you fully, doing what he has dreamed of doing a thousand times before but could never bring himself to. Despite spending your whole life out on this godforsaken desert planet, every part of you is soft, and his fingers sink into the exposed skin of your stomach. Your fingers scrape his scalp and his eyes roll further back into his head, and the only times he unlatches his lips from yours is to rip off articles of his clothing and you do the same. 

Your teeth bump each other when you meld your mouths together again, and it’s like touching a live wire. 

Every nerve of his sings for you and it’s like you’re jump starting his heart. He gives you a moment to breathe, instead kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the veins in your neck and the hollow in your throat. Wolfwood runs his tongue over your collarbone, licking the sweat that sat on your skin. His previous suspicions were confirmed. He could never be friends with you. Not when he’s on the verge of devouring you. His tongue skated down your body until he reached one of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, inviting him in and he listened. He sucked and flicked your hardening bud until you were gasping his name, crooning praises at him and begging him for more. He had to lavish the other nipple with the same amount of affection, and came back up to kiss your lips once again. 

“Do you understand why we can’t be friends,” he mumbled into your mouth. You nodded fiercely, snaking your arm around his neck to deepen this kiss. Wolfwood’s hand trailed in between your legs, gathering your wetness and stroking your clit. You mewled again, spreading your legs wider, grinding into his palm. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and urged him. 

“I need more, Nicholas.”

“Can I—“

“Yes, yes, go ahead,” you rushed out, holding onto the last bit of restraint you had before you were dragged down to the depths of depravity with him. Wolfwood leaned away from you, which was the last thing you wanted him to do, but when he did you were finally able to take in his body the same way he was doing to yours. Red welts were already forming around his neck and creeping over his shoulders, marks that you made on him. He pushed strands of his hair up and out of his forehead and gazed down at you in your entirety. You were almost too bright to look at, like he had to avert his yes lest he hurt himself. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin, murmur praises into your ear, send you to heaven above over and over again. So much desire coursed through his veins he was unsure as to where he wanted to start. 

You saw his eyes filled with awe and it was like a spotlight on your body. You were still on your back while he rested on his knees between your legs, his pants still on but unzipped and unbuttoned. Although he wasn’t as close to you as you would like, his hands never left your body, and he caressed your calves as he canvassed your body. You could see his erection straining through his slacks and you bit your lip. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked here, Wolfwood.” 

You weren't even sure how he managed to undress you completely when you were sure that you had on more layers than him. His stares only heightened your sensitivity, but before you could say anything else he grabbed your ankles and dragged you to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him. He knelt down, kissing the inside of your thighs before hooking his hands underneath them and resting them on his shoulder. 

“Forgive me,” he said, alternating which thigh he kissed, creeping closer to your heated sex that fluttered with anticipation. “I want to do this first.”

The sight of Wolfwood’s tongue flattening and licking a stripe from the seam of your sex to your clit was almost too erotic for you to watch. Your breathing trembled as Wolfwood wasted no time to open you up with his mouth and drive you to the edge. He lapped at your folds, moaning into your sex and his nose rubbed on your clit in a way that forced you to lay back down and silently cry into the sheets around you. You reached down and gathered his hair in your hands, pushing him deeper into your heat and he surged forward. He loved the way your nails scratched his head, and with that he showed his silent approval.

Pleasure filled every corner of your body. You arched your back, your hips lifting off the edge of the bed but Wolfwood was quick to follow and tightened his hold on your thighs. You jerked when his lips pulled back and he bared his teeth around your sensitive bud, and you snapped your head down to look at him again. His eyes were closed, but it did nothing to hide the sex drunkenness he was experiencing. 

Wolfwood did the same thing again, mixing pain in with pleasure, and you rolled your hips into it, taking anything he gave you. Choked sobs tumbled out of your mouth, and they fell on deaf ears as Wolfwood was lost in his own pleasure. The mixture of your come and his saliva made it even easier for his face to glide against you, and he was getting addicted to the feeling. The sacrament he had consumed could never satisfy him the way you did. Your thighs started to shake around his head and he finally opened his eyes to look at you. Tears stained your face and with parted lips you whispered his name. You had this disbelieving look on your face, unsure of how he had gone this long without gasping for air. The sheets were clenched in between your fingers and your orgasm was dangerously close from breaking you. Wolfwood stretched his hand over to pinch your nipple, his fingers mimicking the movements of his tongue and you rode his tongue to oblivion.

With his tongue pressed on your clit, Wolfwood allows you to fuck his face, only slowing your down so he can ease his fingers into your dripping entrance to find your spot inside of you. With that you were both panting, and you felt the coil in your stomach tighten unbearably. 

“Nicho las ,” you moan, your breath catching at the end as you finally crests over and you’re falling helplessly back down to earth. Wolfwood doesn’t stop moving his fingers inside of you, making you curl up and you try to push him away. You’re blubbering, and the tremors in your legs are crushing Wolfwood’s head between your thighs but he had no intention to stop. He thought maybe if he kept going it would dawn on you how he would completely devote himself to you. 

“Nicholas, baby, please,” you groaned. “Please that’s enough.” He lifts his head up, a string of your arousal still hanging from his lips, and the bottom half of his face was shiny with your come. He licks his mouth clean and pressed one last kiss to your clit, and you release a weary groan from the sensation. He then kisses up your navel, your ribs, your sternum, your lips meeting each other when he crawls on top of you and you move back as well until you feel your head hit a pillow.

With all the strength you can muster up, you wrap your legs around his waist and flip him on his back. With him below you now, you grind into his erection and his hands are firm around your waist. You attack his neck, sucking and biting all the skin you can see, and Wolfwood melts into the bed. His fingers find your sex again, stretching his fingers to prepare you. You whined into his neck and licked at his skin. 

“You make me feel so good,” you said, rolling your hips on him. “Nicholas, I need you right now. ”

Your words only made his cock ache and strain in his pants. He couldn’t believe that you were begging for him, needing him almost as much as he needed you. He wondered if he ever kept you up with thoughts of “what ifs” like he did you, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that when your hands feverishly shook while pushing down his pants. They would be ruined if you didn’t pull them down off of him completely, but neither of you couldn’t find it in themselves to care. 

You pulled him out of his pants and stroked him gently. He was the perfect size for you, and you wanted to use your mouth on him, but the pained look on Wolfwood’s face showed that it would have to wait at a later time. It didn’t stop you from teasing him.

“Can you have sex? You know, as a man of God?”

Wolfwood’s jaw tightened. He watched your hand wrap around him and pump him leisurely, and it was almost enough to make him come. “I thought it goes against the religion.” You were pushing his limits, you knew it, but the way he swallowed and his eyes fluttered close only spurred you on. You thumb his slit, collecting the pre-come that beaded at tip and he drew a harsh gasp. 

“I’ll throw it all away for you,” he promised. “I’d do whatever you want.”

“That’s a really big promise, Nicholas,” you whispered. You lined him up to your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your sex and he was begging for release. “What if I abused that?”

Wolfwood couldn’t take it anymore and thrusted his hips up to seat himself inside of you. You silently cried out, your hand flying to his throat to steady himself but he welcomed it. The way you squeezed around his cock left him with no cognizant thought other than to get you to come again. His hips pistoned up, hitting the spot deep inside you until your moans turned to hymns. It made your toes curl and your hand tighten around his throat. He then realized in that moment, looking up at you with your name dancing on his tongue, that you are his religion. He only lived for you and it took him so long to finally accept it. 

“Use me,” he panted. “Any way you want. I want to be yours,” he grounded your hips down on his and you traveled your hand up his throat to put two fingers in his mouth. You pinched his tongue with your thumb and finger before spitting in his mouth, which you sealed off with a kiss. Your hand went back to his throat and squeezed the sides just enough for him to whine into your mouth and switch positions. 

With your back laid flat on the bed he pounded into you, and the bed threatened to give out. The sound of the coupling was enough to wake up other guests in the motel with the creaking of the bed and your wailing. Wolfwood was too enraptured in every emotion that flitted across your face, every change in pitch in your moans, the pressure of your hands on his body to be considerate of anyone else. The only thing that mattered was you . 

“Tell me how you feel,” he prodded, kissing away your tears that he couldn’t truly feel sorry for. “Tell me you want me.”

“God, Wolfwood, I’m about to—“

“Say Nicholas. Say my name, please,” he reached down between you and found your clit. He circled his thumb around it at a much slower pace than what he was fucking your with, and he reveled in the way your eyes rolled back into your head.

“ Nicholasohmygod !” You tried to keep your orgasm at bay but Wolfwood was on a mission to break your consciousness. You tried to clear your mind for one last time, your hand resting on the back of his neck and feebly pulling his hair. 

“Can you come for me, baby? Please, I want us to come together, Nicholas.” 

Your wish was his undoing, and with a few harsh thrusts Wolfwood came right when you reached the peak the second time. You spiraled down together, and Wolfwood rolled his hips into yours until he had nothing left to give. You locked him in with your legs, breathing heavily as you finally stilled but you still couldn’t let go. He pulled out of you carefully but you still sighed from his absence. He quickly got up to go find a washcloth in the bathroom and came back with it damp to wipe your down. You would still have to take a shower, but you convinced him to hold you in his chest while your legs regained function.

“And if I asked you to run away with me?” 

The question took Wolfwood off guard. He wasn't sure he heard you correctly, but the way you looked up at him with wide eyes proved that you meant what you said. 

“Where would we go?”

“Anywhere. We could visit everywhere. You can’t leave me, not again.” 

Wolfwood kissed the crown of your head. You were right, he couldn’t leave. He wouldn’t be able to live the way he had before now that you took this step. It would be too much for the both of you. 

“Let’s leave before the sun rises.”

You squealed, jumping up on the bed and covering his face in butterfly kisses. 

“I’m not tired enough to sleep, and sunrise is only a couple hours away…” you wiggled your eyebrows, and Wolfwood kissed you for the first time to mark forever.

[kitamars]

don’t look

[coishen]

I'M REALLY SORRY I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THAT HAPPENED.

[wolfpai999]

I did this last year when I was first getting into Trigun and never posted this cause I thought I'd finish it LOL

but might as well share it now since it's been so long

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can….can I request a little stampede Wolfwood x reader where the reader has a nightmare he left her for…whatever reason and she wakes up scared and sad and she wishes him to stay and he says “Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.” And it’s just tooth rotting fluff!

If that’s ok! If not that’s totally fine too! Thank youuuu!

You found yourself stood within a void of sorts. There was no doors, no windows, no furniture of the sort, just a pitch black space where all you could hear was your breath, your heartbeat and your voice call out to a tall figure that eerily resembled…

“Nicholas?”

He didn’t seem to hear you and even if he did, he actively chose to ignore you for some reason as you were forced to watch his form walk away from you and further into the dark abyss that surrounded you.

“Nicholas!” You tried again but to no avail, Nicholas just kept walking further and further away from you alongside your echo as it tracked down an assumably never ending hallway or tunnel. “Nicholas, at least tell me where you’re going!” You cried, trying your best to follow after him only to find that you couldn’t move; not even a muscle. It was almost like you were stuck in place from your feet all the way up to your upper body.

Anxiety and fear shot through your body as your breath hitched in your throat, eyes trained on your unmoving feet before lifting them to where Nicholas was only to see that he wasn’t there anymore. You became frantic now, eyes searching every aspect of the dark room for the suited male with the blackout shades and cross machine gun strapped to his back; Only to be greeted with darkness staring back at you.

“Nicholas! Where are you, don’t leave me please!”

“NICHOLAS!”

You shot up in bed with a gasp and tears blurring your vision, which in turn disrupted Nicholas from his slumber. “What’s wrong sweetheart,” his raspy, baritone voice soothes you only slightly as his strong arms encased you, softly pulling you into his bare chest, “you look a little frightened.” Nicholas then bowed his head so he could he see your face better, only for his heart to shatter a little at how you were clenching your eyes shut and how tightly you were grasping at his arms. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know.” You whimpered, burying yourself deeper into his chest, resting your ear against his chest so you could not only feel that he was still here with you, but to also hear that he was here with you in that moment and -you’d hope- for many more in the future. “It’s nothing, it’s stupid I-“ “nothing you could say would ever make me think it’s stupid.” Nicholas cuts you off firmly, planting soft comforting kisses to your head and down your tense shoulders before pulling away to face you once more with tender eyes. “Do you feel confident enough to tell me what happened?”

“I was in a pitch black room,” you started, swallowing thickly as you opened your eyes to see his looking deeply into you as though he could see your soul through your irises, “you were there but you were walking away from me and try as hard as I did, you couldn’t hear me. You kept walking further and further away from me to the point I tried to follow after you but…I was stuck. I-,” you but back a sob, “I couldn’t move Nicholas. By the time I looked up in hopes of seeing you, you were gone and I was alone. The worst thing was…I didn’t know what I did wrong.” You finished with more tears brining your eyes from recounting your nightmare.

Nicholas tightened his grip on you when he felt you beginning to cry, clenching his jaw tightly at the fact that he couldn’t do much against a nightmare then he could against a physical threat. It pained him greatly. Sure he could make a fool out of himself by punching the air in order to see you smile, which he loved more then anything, but this nightmare had obviously taken a toll on you that being goofy would only be a tone def response.

“Then tell me to stay,” he says as you stared at him, “tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.” He finished, brining his forehead to yours, gently rubbing his nose against your own. “I won’t let you down like I did in your nightmare. I wouldn’t dare leave you alone as without you, I’m lost. So fucking lost.” Nicholas admits.

A warmth blossomed within your chest at his confession and a small smile began to grow on your lips as you then allowed yourself to let go of his arms in order to cusp his jawline, running your thumbs across the stubble there. “Nicholas d. Wolfwood, will you stay with me?” You asked and a smile graced Nicholas’ face as he responded without much hesitation. “Forever and always, my guiding star.”

[demaparbat-hp]

I believe July is trying to tell you something, Nico.