#wolfwood x you smut

[vashs-turtleneck]

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Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) Summary: You, Vash, and Wolfwood have a bit of a wild evening together. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x f!reader x Nicholas D. Wolfwood Content: pwp, threesome, p in v sex, rough sex, voyeurism, hand job. Word count: 3.1k

NSFW BELOW, 18+ ONLY, MDNI

Blue.

Bluer than the sky, even.

It’s all you can see as you cling tightly to the man above you, wrapping your limbs around him and pulling him into your tender embrace like you’re trying to melt into him. Those pretty eyes stare back down at you, so perfectly blue that you’d drown in them if he let you. With how adoringly they drink in the sight of you, they’re the only thing you can focus on. 

Well, that and the feeling of him stretching you out on his cock, completely flooding every one of your senses with nothing but him.

“Mayfly…” He breathes out sweetly, brokenly. “M-Mayfly… I’m not gonna– I can���t–”

“Me too… I’m g-gonna– nngh!”

“God, yes. C-Come. Come all over me, mayfly. Please. I want– I need to feel it.”

Vash holds you tighter, his fingertips deliciously digging into the meat of your thighs as the tip of his cock keeps relentlessly hitting your sweet spot like a goddamn jackhammer. His voice is dripping with agonized pleasure as he chants a quiet ‘please, please, please’ against your shoulder, feeling what must be tears pooling in your collarbone as he pistons his hips over and over. He wants to come so bad it hurts, but he needs to feel you come with him or else he knows he won’t be satisfied.

Your nails press into his toned and scarred back, clutching onto him like he’s the only thing keeping you together, leaving little marks that he hopes won’t fade right away when you let go. Your legs fight against his grip and your entire body tenses with euphoria. The rhythm of his hips carves a deep arch into your back as your cunt pulses, your velvety walls sucking him in and squeezing him so tightly that he comes so hard he thinks he might have blacked out for a moment. He brokenly cries out your name with a sob, spilling himself inside you as your body milks his throbbing cock of everything he has to give you, flooding your insides with so much cum you can feel it already start to drip down your inner thighs.

Vash has to stop himself from collapsing onto you, shifting his weight up on his forearms and trying not to crush you. You can feel him trembling, sweat dripping down his forehead and his back, your fingers delicately tracing up and down his spine. He nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck, his breaths coming heavy, ghosting his lips over your skin as he tries to come back to his senses. 

Once he feels he’s come down somewhat from his mind-shattering climax, he weakly lifts his head from your body, hazy, watery eyes meeting your gaze. God, he was crying.

“Are you okay, angel? How you feeling? You ready for more or do you need a sec?” Vash asks you breathily, his voice still shaking. Despite how blissfully fucked out he looks right now, his mind is immediately focused on you and your comfort. 

Typical Vash.

“I’m okay… Want m-more…” You mutter, realizing that your voice is no stronger than his.

He gives you a smile so soft that you swear you feel yourself die and come back to life, pressing his lips to yours so tenderly that it leaves you burning for more when he separates them as quickly as they came.

“Let’s give you more then, mayfly.”

You feel Vash slowly pull out of you with a quiet whimper and immediately feel the wetness dripping from between your legs, your thighs slick and making a mess of the tangled sheets beneath you. He swiftly switches your positions, flipping you over and holding you on top of him with his half-hard cock pressing against your abdomen and smearing its slick on your skin. His large hands grip your ass, holding your hips up and open, presenting you unabashedly to the other man in the room. Vash presses a soft kiss to your cheek before looking towards Wolfwood with a smirk that’s all too beautiful for how lewd this is.

"All yours, Wolfwood." He chimes out far too casually. 

Your eyes follow Vash’s, your gaze falling to the priest sitting in his chair next to the bed. His cock stands at attention, delicious beads of precum dripping from his tip all the way down the length of him as his own hand slowly trails up and down like he’s teasing himself. He’s covered in a pretty red hue from his cheeks all the way down to his broad chest, undoubtedly having enjoyed the show the two of you just put on, his dark eyes focused on the spot between your spread legs. 

"About damn time." Wolfwood grunts as he rises from his seat and situates himself on his knees behind you, his rough hands gripping your hips as his eyes stay fixated on the view in front of him. “Thought you two would never stop. Shook the bed so hard I thought you’d break it before I got a turn.” He teases, a subtle groan leaving him, watching as Vash's cum drips from your inviting cunt.

"Looks like needle-noggin’ did a good job of getting you all warmed up f’me, sweetheart." He grins, calloused palms massaging your hips. “You ready?”

Still dazed from your previous mind-numbing orgasm, you nod weakly, eyes fluttering as you look back at the dark-haired man. "Yeah... Ready. Want you."

"F-Fuck, sweetheart…" he hisses.

“Atta girl,” He purrs with a hungry smirk. “Keep that ass up nice and high for me, baby.”

You feel one of his hands let go of you, moving to grip his cock and pumping himself languishly from tip to base a few times as he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. He teases you, making you whine as he rubs his tip along your hot flesh, grinding against you and coating himself with a mix of yours and Vash’s juices. A low growl leaves the priest as he finally pushes inside you, splitting you apart on his scorchingly thick cock, finding little resistance as he sheaths himself completely inside your tight heat in one fluid motion.

Vash keeps his hands on your ass, gently squeezing you and steadying you as Wolfwood gets going, carefully moving your body in the other man's rhythm. Your hands instinctively grip Vash's shoulders to ground yourself as your body shudders. It's all so much, but it's so good.

“So pretty. Makes me want to keep her all for myself.” Wolfwood chuckles, greedily wringing your body of every bit of pleasure you have to give him as Vash lays back and watches, just as Nicholas did mere minutes ago.

"Mayfly..." Vash whispers to you, his voice low, a tender whisper against your throat. "You're so beautiful when you're all flushed and sweaty like that." He watches as Wolfwood grips the fat of your ass, your body shaking.

"So damn cute. God, you like her, don't you, Wolfwood?" He observes, still holding you in place, keeping your hips up for the other man. "Look how pretty she is."

“H-Hey! Don't joke like that!” The man beneath you whines, and the priest only responds by squeezing you harder, clawing the plush meat of your thighs and ass rougher, fucking you like you’re his, perfectly aware of your limits to know he won't break you, but that doesn't mean he won't rough you up a bit. He wants to leave a lasting reminder of what he did to you, after all. You can only mewl out wantonly, letting him have his way with you, pistoning his cock so deeply into you that it rips the air from your lungs every time he sinks back inside your inviting sex. 

Vash's eyes glitter with joy, brows upturned with glee. There’s nothing he wants more than your pleasure, even if he's not the one splitting you in half on his cock.

"Shit, look at you. So damn perfect. You want him? You want Wolfwood to use you, huh baby?" He coos, flesh hand gently massaging the plush of your ass. "You're doing so well, mayfly. You're being so good for us."

"V-Vash..." You whine brokenly.

But just as his name leaves your lips, you feel a harsh slap on your ass, squealing out in a mix of pain and pleasure as you look back at the man behind you.

"Blondie's not the one fucking you right now, sweetheart." Wolfwood rumbles, leaning over you so you feel his weight against your back. He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it back to look at him, his piercing dark eyes commanding your attention. "You'll cry out my name."

His name leaves your lips as a choked whimper, so fucked out of your mind right now that all you see and feel is the scorching, white-hot pleasure being given to you by the two men sandwiching you. “N-Nico…”

“Mayfly, you doing okay?” Vash whispers to you, his hot breath ghosting over your cheek. You don’t trust yourself to speak right now, your voice a mess of mewls and moans, so you simply nod your head. You are okay, you try to reassure him. In fact, you’re feeling the best you ever have, high on the rapturous feeling of being completely sandwiched between your lovers. 

"That's it. Always been such a fast learner." He praises teasingly. Wolfwood keeps a firm grip on your hair, pulling it harshly and pulling you back onto him.

"Don’t hurt her.” Vash says to his friend. "Make sure you give her back to me the same way you found her, got it?" His flesh hand leaves your ass to lovingly trace the contours of your face.

Wolfwood’s ruthless thrusts push you down with every fluid motion, forcing you to grind your pelvis against Vash’s cock, his shaft teasing your sensitive clit and filling your body with so much mouthwatering pleasure you think you might be drooling. You know it’s not enough friction to satisfy Vash though, so with what little grip of reality you still have, you reach a hand down and start pumping his cock, matching Wolfwood’s rhythm. Vash immediately reacts, feeling a shiver run deliciously all the way up his spine.

“O-Oh, mayfly…” the humanoid typhoon whispers hoarsely, his breath catching, looking down between your bodies and watching as your hand so lovingly glides up and down his dick. You see his eyes focus on the motion of your hand, his mouth falling agape and his brows upturning in grateful euphoria. Soft little whines leave his perfect lips, and you can see his adam's apple bob as he tries to swallow down his noises of pleasure. Yet, to your surprise, you suddenly feel his hand wrap over yours and pull your grip away from his cock, making you release your hold on him and letting his dick fall with a slap against his naval.

Confused but too distracted and dazed by the man pounding into you from behind to form any words, you mutter a barely coherent ‘w-whu–?’ to the handsome blonde. Vash sucks in a shaky breath and places an apologetic kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“Sorry, mayfly. Can’t have you doing that. Gonna come if I let you do that any longer.”

But… isn’t that the point?

Vash must see the look on your face, confusion blending in with love drunk euphoria. He chuckles hoarsely, hand caressing your cheek as his eyes go dark with lust. 

“Saving all that for when it's my turn to fuck you again, angel.” He purrs, his voice dripping with sexual promise. “Don’t want any of it going to waste.”

Vash holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling your face towards his and catching your bottom lip between his teeth before sliding his tongue in your mouth and tangling it with yours.

“That’s if you get another turn, Blondie.” Wolfwood chimes from behind you, grunting with every powerful pump of his hips, eliciting desperate little whimpers from your lips that Vash drinks in all too eagerly. “Like I said, might keep her all to myself.”

Vash parts his lips from yours, a string of your mixed saliva connecting your mouths before breaking. He licks the taste of you from his lips before he looks up at the other man pumping his precious mayfly full of cock. “You’re hilarious, Wolfwood,” he says sarcastically, to which Wolfwood smirks.

“What can I say? The man upstairs blessed me in more ways than one.” Wolfwood tugs your hair back again, bringing your face closer to his and exposing the curves of your throat as he meets your blissed out gaze. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart? You feelin’ just how blessed I am?”

Your answer is a broken sob of a moan, borderline overstimulated by all the pleasure and attention the two men are pouring into you. Wolfwood’s tongue suddenly invades your mouth and floods your senses with the taste of ash, giving him a turn at swallowing down your moans. Vash, tempted by your supple neck looking oh so vulnerable and begging for his attention, latches his mouth to the column of your throat, sucking and nibbling along it, grazing his sharp canines along your skin, teasing you, but never daring to hurt you– a stark contrast to the man fucking you into oblivion from behind.

“Fuck, squeezing me so damn tight. You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock, sweetheart?” The priest growls. 

“Hm?” Vash hums as he pulls his mouth from your neck, Wolfwood’s words getting his attention. The flesh hand leaves your face, trailing down your body to squeeze your ass again, his prosthetic now making its way to the apex of your sex.

“Oh, you can do it, mayfly. Come on Wolfwood’s cock for him. For both of us.” The fingers of Vash’s cold prosthetic make contact with your clit, circling against your sensitive bud. The initial feeling of cool metal on your hot skin makes you squeal before you’re made a whimpering mess by the two men, groaning out deeply with every breath you exhale, a beautiful crescendo of moans from the three of you filling the otherwise unassuming hotel room.

“Shit, shit, shit!” the priest hisses from behind you when he feels your body tense and pulse around his cock, your inner walls sucking him in like your body is begging for him to fill you until you’re bursting. He lets out a loud and guttural moan at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, forcing his eyes to roll back, his grip tightening on your hair and hip. His own hips stutter and you feel his cock twitch inside you, the tip kissing your cervix as hot ropes of cum paint your insides even more white.

You yelp when you suddenly feel a sharp sensation on the side of your neck, realizing the dark-haired man balls deep in you has latched his mouth to the divot where your shoulder meets your neck, biting hard enough that he’ll undoubtedly leave a mark. You can already feel the mess of both the men’s cum and your own juices trickle from your pulsing cunt all the way down to your knees, your legs shaking. When Wolfwood releases his tight grip on your hair and unlatches his teeth from your supple skin, your upper body collapses onto Vash, who is all too happy to hold you close and cradle you in his arms, cooing soft praises into your ear as you tremble against him.

“Shh, mayfly. I’ve got you. You were so good. Such a good girl for us, baby.”

Your hips remain up and held in Wolfwood’s hands, now tenderly massaging the soft skin, unabashedly admiring the mess he’s helped make of you. “So damn good.” Wolfwood whispers out, his own voice trembling, leaning forward to press soft kisses along your spine and between your shoulder blades, the gentleness a stark contrast to how harshly he was fucking you mere seconds ago. 

Two pairs of strong hands hold you, gently maneuvering you off your knees and off of Vash, carefully laying you on your back against the soft and messy sheets. 

“Catch your breath, baby. Do you need anything?” Wolfwood breathes, peppering soft kisses all over your cheek and jaw. 

You feel hands caress you, massage you, and trace the gentle curves of your body. Both of them are still hard, Vash achingly so, but they still focus themselves on your wellbeing over the tension they each feel between their legs. Blue eyes fall to the deep bite you now have at the base of your neck, a mark that will undoubtedly take days to heal. His warm thumb traces the harsh red mark, dark brows furrowing. 

“Thought I told you to give her back the way you found her.” Vash chastises, a subtle hint of jealousy painting his voice.

“I wish I could say I was sorry, Blondie.” Wolfwood retorts, words trembling, still having barely recovered himself, yet still using what little breath he has to taunt the other man, and you can see the stern glare Vash is already giving him. 

You can’t just lay back and let your lovers fight now, can you?

Just as Vash’s mouth opens to scold the priest, any words he was about to form are interrupted with a surprised moan from both men, feeling the sudden warmth of your tender hands wrap around their cocks, liberally stroking them each from their dripping tips down to the base.

“F-Fuck! T-Take it easy, sweetheart. You’re still shaking.” Wolfwood blurts out, yet his hips are already following the delicious motion of your soft hand. 

Oh how sweet of them to be so concerned about your wellbeing, but the precious looks on their faces as they try to hold back from fucking themselves into your palms like a couple of dogs in heat is so much sweeter.

Vash’s eyes shut tightly, biting down on his bottom lip to try to stifle his moans, only to finally give in and start rutting his hips against you, letting you squeeze a hot glob of precum from the outlaw’s dick. You and Wolfwood gave him such an incredible show, how could he possibly hold back when you’re so eager to make him feel good?

“These sheets are gonna be unsalvageable.” The blonde groans, his eyes opening just enough to let you see them rolling back already. 

“S’ fine, Blondie. Cleaning fee will be worth it.”

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[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.

[dawnbreakerluna]

18+ ONLY. MDNI.

thinking about roommate!wolfwood and the unique relationship you both have... sometimes you come home needy and stressed, needing some kind of relief at the end of long days especially with how busy and overworked you are. there he is, at your shared apartment, lounging comfortably without a thought in the world as you practically throw yourself at him, begging for his help. because no one else knows your body better than wolfwood, and he is more than happy to eat you out like his last meal, to overstimulate you with his fingers, and put you to sleep with his hefty cock. consider it your reward from him for working so hard.

[cheralith]

what happens in gunsmoke... — 「 knives (nai) x reader 」

content warnings ; gn!reader, no pronouns used (i think), reader wears makeup, one-sided jealousy, suggestive but not nsfw material, a really poor attempt at hints of comedy, explicit alcohol consumption

contains ; college!au, modern!au, reader and nai have known each other since childhood, some wolfwood x reader, "nai" is used instead of knives and is used as a nickname

word count ; 7.0k

notes ; heavily inspired by @demxnscous's magnificent college!au involving hundred spoons himself! highly, highly recommend reading all the blurbs involving it if you want to see nai being a foolishly and obliviously in love and some other comical headcanons!

“I’ll pay you five bucks to come with us.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

Vash pouts and his eyes droop at Nai’s nth refusal to go with his brother and his friends to the new nightclub that had just opened on the corner of uptown that’s been all the hype nowadays across campus. Vash has heard about the throwback hits the DJ plays, the flashing lights that shine just right, the unique drinks that were offered there—he’d be insane not to go on a relieving Friday night after a week of midterms and essays. It wasn't unusual of the spiky-haired Saverem to go socialize and go all out with his closest friends as a way to relax and relieve some tension.

The story is the opposite for the other Saverem, however. Nai prefers to stay inside and be mellowed out with his usual oversized hooded snuggie and some warm tea, perhaps even binging a new show. Isolation wasn’t foreign to him either, and if anything, it’s what he would want on a Friday evening instead of being around sweaty, booze-scented college kids amidst a darkened club with flashing lights. Why would he bother with all-too-loud, outdated music with much too intimate lyrics when he could be savoring melodic Fauré’s barcarolles, instead? The answer seems too obvious.

“You can’t even buy a shot for that much in most clubs in the area,” Nai scoffs, taking off his grandpa-styled rectangular reading glasses and staring dully at him, not phased at Vash’s pleading puppy eyes. “You’re either gonna amp up the cash or come up with another dumb bribe to get me going to that madhouse with you and your little friends.” 

Vash whines, slinking his tall self onto the couch. “You know I don’t have much to spare on me, Nai…”

“And yet instead of using that money to buy yourself a new jacket,” Nai eyes Vash’s worn-out crimson jacket their mom made for them when they were children that hangs by a thin thread on the coat rack; Nai feels as if that jacket has seen better days and even impressed it made it this far in its life. “You choose to spend it on a one-time trip at a stuffy nightclub, instead.”

“It’s not about the money, though!” he retaliates, sitting up. “It’s about the memories and friends we make on the way!” he singsongs.

Nai grimaces at Vash’s cheekiness. 

“I’m not going. That’s final,” he says sternly, shoving his glasses on his face again and resuming his book.

A thick, uncomfortable silence fills the Saverem residence, only broken by the ticking of the clock and Nai’s occasional page turning. Vash breathes out a stubborn huff—he thinks his older brother has been locked up in the house too much for his own nowadays, even refusing to go out for a casual dine-in at nearby restaurants. Some people even ask about Nai’s whereabouts, to which Vash can only shrug and give the same reply: “Didn’t feel like coming.” given with a soft and dismal half-smile.

Vash studies Nai from the corner of his eye. He’s tried money, he’s tried bribing him with free food, he’s tried exchanging favors like doing his homework for him, but all have failed miserably and have fallen victim to Nai’s disturbed looks that just scream, “NO.”

So he pauses and thinks deeply for a moment. What’s something that could possibly change Nai’s mind about finally leaving their apartment that could also simultaneously let him let loose for a change, give those stiff nerves a chance to unravel and be free for a change? 

His mind flutters from option to option, all of them dying in the same instance they’re taken up inside his head… until…

Perhaps it wouldn’t be something that convinces him, but someone. Vash’s eyes slyly go to stare at Nai directly, a large grin on his face that uneases Nai ever so slightly because he knows something mischievous is brewing behind that smile. 

“What…?” he mutters, breaking eye contact. 

“You know,” Vash murmurs as he sits up, stretching, “There’s a bunch of guys that we know that are going, so you don’t have to go out of your way to meet new people.”

Nai raises a brow. He’s not too impressed at Vash’s last-minute attempt to try and get him on his feet. He doesn’t even like the majority of Vash’s companions. “So?”

Vash begins to stalk off to his bedroom to start getting ready to go to the club, anticipating Wolfwood's car that’ll pick him up in an hour or so. “Meaning Nico is coming, Meryl is coming, Milly is coming, Livio, Legato, Elendira… they’re all tagging along with us,” Vash says with a twirl of his hand, feeling Nai’s eyes dagger into his back. 

“Oh, and I also forgot…” Right before he closes his door, however, Vash glances back at his brother, stating the one thing that he knows for a fact will get Nai up and going. 

“(Y/N) will be there, too.”

Nai can already feel sick. He can feel the bass of a song thunder from the parking lot as he drearily exits Wolfwood’s car, staring up at the flashy neon sign that screams “GUNSMOKE” in bright green text. There’s a vast array of people lined up outside, all tittering with excitement at the fresh nightclub that’s finally replaced the dingy bar, Jeneora Rock, that most people go to for a casual night out. But the bar had much too many rules to abide by because of its nonsensical history with the nearby college students, limiting what could and couldn’t be done inside. Now with little to no restriction in the new nightclub, who knows what could happen?

The unknown is what Nai fears the most, really.

He doesn’t even remember why he decided to go here on a whim, he thinks to himself as his feet carry him to the back of the line while Vash and Wolfwood talk noisily amongst each other, sulking behind them. He stares at himself in the semi-reflective surface of the window as the line moves up inch by inch, thinking he might’ve overdone himself. Nai thinks there’s too much gel in his hair, thinks that the cologne he spritzed on was too much, thinks that the Vash’s short-sleeved button-up he borrowed is too bold and a little tight, even, just barely squeezing around the biceps that blue geometric sleeve tattoos wrap around. His fingers begin to fiddle with the opened V of it, attempting to clasp in more buttons to hide his chest, but Wolfwood smacks his hand away from them. 

“Let ‘em breathe, man,” Wolfwood states, gesturing to his own exposed pectorals that almost rival in size to Nai’s. “You worked hard for them—don’t think I haven’t seen ya at the gym. Y’always hide them with those loose ass sweaters, so show those girls off for once.” He allusively cups one of them in his hands, raising his brows.

“I think I’ll decide that for myself, thanks,” a blushing Nai snaps at him and manages to close up a button that hides a sly inch of his chest, though frustration follows suit when it pops open again thanks to their prominence. His jaw tightens. He’s already in for a rough night.

It doesn’t take Nai long to regret his decision to tag along with his brother from the first step he takes into the nightclub, already overwhelmed by the thick air of sweaty bodies and dazzling lights that sparkle all across the dance floor. He especially doesn’t like the gleaming, large sign that reads, “What happens in Gunsmoke, stays in Gunsmoke.” straight across a wall that seems to be eyeing him with mischief.

The music is significantly better than most clubs and bars have to offer, but the volume and bass is still too plentiful for his liking. Nai is only halfway across the nightclub, he thinks that he could probably make a run for it when Vash’s back is turned and just walk home… maybe hitch an Uber if he’s feeling lucky. 

His second guesses, however, all manage to dissipate when he spots the one thing that managed to lure him into this hellhole in the first place.

Arctic blue eyes grow hazy when they land on a familiar figure adorned in a red top with a heart-shaped chest cutout in the middle, a pair of curve-hugging, white corduroy bell bottoms and a crescent moon buckle belt to match. Nai swallows thickly as he watches you listen intently to Meryl’s story about the latest professor-student scandal, his chest growing a little tight at the sound of your soft giggle even through the thunderous music—he’d be stupid to think it’s Vash’s shirt. It grows fuzzy by the second the more he stares at you, you still not noticing the three newest additions to the nearly full semicircle table. He picks out the smaller details of your appearance from his spot—the moon-shaped earrings match with the hardware of your belt buckle, he notices, as well as the glitter that sprinkles across your eyelids that’s framed by a razor-sharp eyeliner that rounds your eyes just right. Your lips, too, look so full with that shade of dark red lip gloss that stretches into a grin. Were they always that plump? Did they always have the bitten look to them? Why were they—

“You’re staring too much.”

Nai’s vision suddenly clears up the hazy background of the nightclub and his hearing sharpens to the music again with Vash’s voice sending chills up his spine. Vash’s lips splay a smirk that basically says he’s won in this little game of tug-of-war—for today at least. Wolfwood, too, doesn’t take long to imitate his best friend.

“There you guys are!” Milly’s voice echoes. They all go to whip their heads around and face her, a hand gesturing to them to come over to their table. “Hurry! Come!”

Another rock-hard swallow inches itself down Nai’s throat when your gaze lands on him, and he swears your eyes had grown a little larger at the sight of his attire that was very much not like his usual wear—but it’s hard to see with the darkness of the club, he can’t get his hopes up so quickly. Vash and Wolfwood greet everyone with equal fervor, Nai quietly following behind them. 

There’s an empty spot that sits right to the left of you, your eyes meet Nai’s and a silent exchange between you and him talk through stares and blinks. It’s a hesitant exchange of “No one’s sitting here right?” from his side, but he can’t exactly decipher if you’re exemplifying “It’s yours for the taking.” or “You can sit here… if you want.” Two messages with contrasting tones, Nai can’t let himself fall victim to a possible miscommunication.

But from the way you scooch closer to Milly, who’s the only other person next to you, Nai decides you’re letting him gracefully take what belongs to him…

… that is until a certain ravenette moves ever so slightly swifter than him and plops himself right next to you.

“Ah, shit,” Wolfwood expresses, manspreading his legs so there’s little to no room on the rest of the bench. “Sorry man, were ya about to sit here? My bad, but today was leg day at the gym. Hope ya can understand.” An impish smirk toys on Wolfwood’s lips as they dangle a cigarette almost mockingly. He gestures to the more gracious space on the other side of the table, where Vash pats down a spot for Nai to sit, Wolfwood’s antics going unnoticed by him.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, your fingertips just barely feathering over Wolfwood’s lips. “Not here, mister. There’s a strict no-smoking policy here.”

Nai can only grimace and sit stiffly next to his brother, his eyes never leaving Wolfwood’s playfully wicked ones. 

With hardened icy orbs, he closely examines the sight across from him as you and Wolfwood exchange words, catching up for the evening and laughing nonchalantly, something Nai was never to particularly do as easily as him, something he was never able to get the hang of. A few drinks that the people had ordered earlier come by, and the veins in his eyes nearly pop when Wolfwood reaches over and sips your mango and dragonfruit cocktail from the same straw your lips had touched. 

“Hey!” you exclaim. “At least ask permission first, Nico.”

Nico.

That nickname that you affectionately give Wolfwood sounds like nails on a chalkboard to Nai’s ears, or like a fork on a ceramic plate. He twinges, his neck cracking menacingly from the reaction.

Wolfwood smacks his lips, fully examining the flavor before complimenting it. “Y’got good taste in liquor, sweetheart. Gimme some more.” 

“Absolutely not,” you huff. “This cost me too much, go get your own.”

Wolfwood’s arm suddenly lazily plops itself across your shoulders, pulling you (and the drink) into him closer. “Now, don’t be like that. Do some charity work for this old man. C’mon, didn’t mama ever tell ya to share?”

Nai’s eyes narrow behind the cocktail menu as he watches you blithely attempt to wriggle out of Wolfwood’s grasp, both of you exchanging inaudible laughs with each other. You sigh and cave in to his stubbornness and Nai miserably watches as you indirectly kiss Wolfwood through the shared straw that switches between your lips and his, you being completely oblivious to the gesture.

He looks over to the doors. The exit sign looks deliriously tempting right now.

For Nai, the night is quiet, something that isn’t a stranger to him when he’s around a group of people that he isn’t used to. For everyone else, however, it’s rowdy and boisterous and exciting. Adrenaline and alcohol is the only thing that everyone knows of. A song would come by and people would be racing to the dancefloor, flooding it with slurred-out lyrics and stimulating dance moves. Various glass and food trays have splattered themselves over the table, and Nai himself can feel a hefty buzz from the alcohol he’s consumed beginning to kick in.

His vision has finally adjusted to the darkness and he can see you much more clearly now. You’re envisioned in his sights just chattering aimlessly with Meryl, you three being the only ones seated still at the table as everyone else dances their night away—it’s then that Nai realizes that you haven’t gone out to the dancefloor like he has, yet, seeing as how you lacked the sweat and exhaustion everyone else was ornate in. 

It’s also then that Nai realizes he still hasn’t said a single word to you tonight—the one person that he managed to fix his appearance for.

He’d never admit that though, he thinks to himself as he downs another shot, he’d rather slit his own throat than willingly admit he attempted to fix up his appearance for your sake. Tongue hissing through his teeth at the sting of it, he blinks slowly at you when Meryl finally escorts herself out to go back to the dancefloor.

“You’re not gonna join them?” Nai finally begins, the hesitation in him hours beforehand suddenly dissipating as the alcohol reaches his system.

From your own reaction, it seemed as if you didn’t expect Nai to talk to you first, especially in such a social setting. Your mouth opens, but no words exit your lips for a few seconds before you softly smile and shake your head, “They have yet to play a song I actually want to dance to,” you murmur with your gaze turning affectionately to your friends. 

“So what’d you even pay your money for here?” Nai snorts. “Just to drink and eat? Do that at Jeneora Rock, then,” he mutters.

You narrow your gaze at him suspiciously through the frame of your drink, sipping on it ardently. “That’s rich coming from you, hm?” you test, raising a brow. “If anything, I should be saying that to you, Mr. Shut-In.”

A scoff brushes through his lips. “I was dragged here by a certain someone, if you haven’t realized yet. I’m not here voluntarily. Why would I be?” 

“It’s still quite odd to me, though,” you chuckle. “You’re quite the stubborn one, how ever did Vash manage to drag you out of your man-cave that you call your room? Truly is a mystery.”

Your tongue is just as sharp as ever—just how Nai likes it. Loves it, even. Maybe it’s because you’re the only person that returns his energy back with equal zeal, or maybe he just merely laps up any bit of attention you give him. He’d rather be tortured than admit it, but there’s that certain sting that he lavishes in at your insults. It’s the same sting that mimics itself in the alcohol he consumes ever so slowly… perilous, but addicting. Dare he say it’s the internal masochistic tendencies he lets out once in a while that makes him tempted to lure them more out of you.

Opportunity arises and he replaces Milly’s spot on the curved bench. It’s his turn to let a breathy laugh escape him, not sure whether it’s because of amusement from your words or because he’s amused at his own out-of-the-ordinary behavior tonight. “Figure that out by yourself,” he replies coolly, his fingers fiddling with the shot glass. “Since you’re so smart.”

“Oh?” you raise a brow, a faux gasp escaping you. “Was that a compliment from the one and only Nai Saverem? Should I be graced with such honor?”

He sneers lightly with a roll of his eyes following shortly. “Savor it while you can, because I’m not handing any more out.”

You feign a light pout with your lips, and Nai swears that the small head tilt you give him will lead to his demise. A swift glance at them reveals that even in the dimness, there’s a hypnotizing gloss left upon them, but Nai can’t tell if it’s because of the shared saliva between you and a specific smoker or if it’s just from all the alcohol left on your lips. Do they taste like the mango dragonfruit cocktail from earlier, he wonders, or do they now taste of a mixture of—

He blinks and returns his eyes to yours, a curious glaze still running over them. A poor attempt at distraction for himself is made by pouring two shots for you and him. 

“Oh, boo,” you sigh as you gracefully take one of the shots given by him before clinking your glass together with his. “What a waste.”

A blonde eyebrow raises itself up as you and him down your shots together. “Waste of what?”

You smack your lips from the sting of the shot. “Waste of time getting ready,” you shrug as you examine your painted fingernails. Your eyes suddenly fleet to his from a side view, and Nai swears that there’s the lift of a disappointed smile creeping on your face. “I got dolled up for no reason, then.”

And it’s there where his nerves go haywire for a split second. Nai is about to shoot back with something along the lines of wanting you to elaborate, wanting to know what the hell you meant by that, but he’s cut off at the sudden boom of the bass and beginning lyrics that makes your head whip to the dance floor. A celebratory shout rings through the nightclub at the song, per usual, with the additions of some whistles and woops from your friends. 

“C’mon, (Y/N), this is your song!” Vash shouts, motioning his hand to join you with everyone else. Everyone else chimes in with their attempts to woo you in with them. 

A short burst of laughter leaves your vodka-stained lips before you lick them, shrugging your shoulders again in fake-doubt. Panic shoots through Nai oh so suddenly. His plans to gain some alone time with you are ruined by the song that booms through the speakers. Quickly, he pours two shots into the two spare shot glasses and shoves one of them to your hand to attempt to distract you. He’s about to protest against you joining them, but a certain black-haired bastard cuts through one again.

“Promiscuous girl… wherever you are~” Wolfwood sings roughly, approaching you with his hand out rather princely. “C’mon, now, you heard ‘em. Time for ya to shine.”

“Dunno, the floor looks pretty packed…” a soft tease creeps through your tone. You share a glance with Nai and you’re a little taken aback by the irritation that he doesn’t try to hide anymore towards Wolfwood’s consistent cockblocking given how furrowed his brows are.

And it clicks to you suddenly—as to why Nai, the man who appears outside of campus once in a blue moon—was here in the first place. Why he wanted to sit next to you, why his eyes were consistently on you throughout the night, why he even came to an event like this. It drips with a one-sided acknowledgement, and your tongue darts out to lick your lips once more just before you down your handed shot for an extra confidence boost and take Wolfwood’s calloused hand. You might as well toy with him now that he’s here.

“Fuck it. Let’s go, Nico.”

Nai twitches again at the nickname.

“These for us?” Wolfwood snatches the spare shot Nai poured for himself on the table. “Thanks!” With him downing Nai’s shot meant for himself, Wolfwood shoves the shot glass back into Nai’s hand and escorts you to the dancefloor with his hand on the small of your back. 

But not without throwing a smirk over his shoulder to Nai.

Nai’s blood is about to boil to demonic temperatures whilst he watches a rare side of you expose right in front of him. He thinks the sight should be reserved just for him; hips swaying, head thrown back to relish the rhythm, lips syncing to the lyrics. But no, you’re there for all eyes to see and admire, especially a specific flirt’s.

Wolfwood trades the lyrics on and off with you, taking the role of the male voice in the song as his hands run down from your waist to your hips. Your back touches his front chest, lip bitten as he whispers the lyrics into your ear. His ringed fingers teasingly drum themselves on your curves, and there’s a desire embedded in them to go just ever so slightly lower on your body. A flash of red races through Nai’s vision when Wolfwood gently pulls your body towards him, unaware of a pair of eyes that carefully watch his reaction at the intimacy you and Wolfwood share.

“I want you on my team…” Wolfwood mutters hotly into your ear. His teeth get tempted by the shell of your ear that almost asks to be pierced by his sharpened canines, and he draws them slowly closer to it to mark his territory, a tongue running over them hungrily.

But you spin around and push him away teasingly, leaving the stubbled man tempted. 

“So does everybody else,” you chant with a cheeky smile before you fend off to dance with the others.

Nai is almost proud from the way you just about make yourself out of reach for Wolfwood. He watches as Wolfwood pokes his tongue in his cheek from what seems to be… frustration, perhaps? A flush of amusement goes by as quick as it comes in Nai’s head. The ravenette man merely shakes his head with a chuckle before resuming his antics with the others, but Nai notices how his tawny eyes don’t exactly leave you when you indulge with the others—much like his own sky blue ones.

The song ends with a riotous cheer through the dancefloor that haunts Nai’s ears. Now the only one isolated at the table, he can only watch from a distance as you smile widely and thank everyone for dancing with you. His heart lifts from its place in a pit at the sight of your footsteps beginning to come back to the table—to come back to him, but you’re yanked back by Milly and Vash when another familiar song seeps through the speakers. Wolfwood, however, manages to return you to him as a Pitbull song bellows from all sides, and his grip on you seems more stubborn, more resistant this time. Your chests are dangerously close to each other and the mere centimeters of distance between you two makes Nai’s jaw grit with aggravation. 

Wolfwood mouths to you some suggestive lyrics that make you raise a brow and grin at him. Nai hates, despises, even when he shortly follows up with his fingers close the distance between your bodies and whispers promiscuously, “And baby, I'ma make you feel so good, tonight,” into your ear.

With a gasp, a shy shiver runs up your spine at his breath so close on your skin. Nai’s grip on the shot glass is so dangerously tight, the glass threatens to self-destruct in his to-be-bleeding palm if it doesn’t loosen up any time soon. But it doesn’t seem like his grip is going to weaken and if anything, it strengthens in power when Wolfwood’s teeth go to finally bite the shell of your ear tauntingly, whetted canines glinting with deviltry back to Nai.

Nai is seeing red—angry red—like a bull to a scarlet cape. A single crack crevices itself in the shot glass. He slams it down on the table at the peak of his torment and stands up.

“Nico!” you exclaim with a strained throat at his gesture when he pulls away. You nervously laugh and create a space between you and Wolfwood, who merely replies with a chuckle and a bounce of his shoulders at your embarrassed reaction. “That was—!”

Amusement diffuses across his features, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just playin’ with ya, darlin’.”

“Mind if I come through.” 

Nai’s deadpanned voice interrupts, and it’s toned more as a declaration more than a suggestion. It hasn’t even been a minute, yet he already acknowledges the attention that’s beginning to bring a certain spotlight on him. But it isn’t just his voice that makes heads turn, it’s Nai’s presence itself that makes people all around a little stunned. And Nai knows it, he can feel the stares of not only Vash’s friends, but people all over wondering who the mysterious platinum blonde was on the dance floor whose aura just oozes a certain enigma. 

“Nai?” Vash is the first to question what on earth the Knives Saverem is doing on a dance floor, amidst a crowd that isn’t designated for his liking. “You gonna dance your heart now for once? Don’t be shy now, what happens in Gunsmoke, stays in Gunsmoke!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Nai huffs as a response to Vash’s delight. His impassiveness doesn’t waver his twin’s smile, though. “I’m not here to dance or sing or whatever.”

Wolfwood goes to give him a wily look, already knowing the answer to his upcoming question. “Then whatcha here for, big guy?”

You flinch at the way Nai cracks his neck to look at you, his brows furrowing in dismay and it truly doesn’t take long for Vash and everyone else who gazes upon Nai in wonder to realize why the reserved and solitary older twin is here. 

Because he’s here for you. 

Ignoring the way the tightness in his pants form when he subtly wonders upon your lustrous face from the perspire and heat from the body heats (he’s trying unnecessarily hard to avoid looking at your chest window that is glazed with crystalline sweat), he grabs your wrist and only yanks you from the crowd and a smirking Wolfwood, your complaints and pleas falling deaf on his ears.

“Nai?!” you yelp as he leads you down a skinny hallway made up of scarce couples eating each others’ faces off. “What are you d—hey! Answer me!”

Nai hisses you to shut up after a lengthy, boiling silence, to which you sullenly obey to your own wits end. The hallway seems endless, almost, if it weren’t for the emergency exit flashing in the furious red that had filtered across Nai’s vision for a brief moment earlier. 

Now it’s clear to him his true motivation for coming to this inferno of liquor and lust between strangers. The thought of you possibly meddling with someone unknown makes his chest cringe with a flicker of resentment, your body being pressed up against someone nameless is just an upcoming recipe for his own disaster. A gross taste on his tongue suddenly forms when he imagines you entwined with someone’s limbs hotly in the middle of a crowd with intentful eyes that could possibly land on you and your being.

A single bathroom lies at the near end of the hallway and Nai angrily raps his knuckles on it before bursting in when no reply echoes from the other side after only a mere second.

Wolfwood’s younger brother, Livio, stills idly in front of the toilet, and stares directly at you and Nai. While you knew he wasn’t a man of many words, an odd utterance escapes his lips obviously indicating confusion. 

Nai groans and juts his thumb behind him. “Get out.”

“But—”

“Get out, brat.”

Livio stands significantly taller than Nai, despite both men being over a hefty six feet, but Nai’s gaze toward him shoots nothing less than daggers and it’s enough to make the nearly seven-foot man scurry away from the bathroom like a frightened field mouse.

You scoff at him, pitying poor Livio as Nai slams and locks the bathroom door shut. “You could’ve waited for a few minutes for him to do his business.”

“What the hell was that?” Nai spits venomously as he ignores your previous statement. For any person, that icy glare that he currently spots at you would make anyone fall to their knees and do his every bidding. But for you, it stirs up a sudden excitement in your stomach.

“What was what?” you question innocently, eyes fiending a fake confusion.

Nai goes to let out a brief, amused laugh that has traces of spite embedded into it. It’s a mocking sort of laugh—one that powers over your faux ignorance. 

“Don’t play coy with me,” he mutters as he drags a watch-embedded hand across his face, the silver of it glinting at you with temptation. His mind replays the intimacy shared between you and Wolfwood, how there was no gap to bridge between you and him and how his teeth had pierced a piece of him onto you. Malice flickers through his face when the imagery becomes too vivid. “What the fuck was that with you and him?”

“Who? Oh, Nico?”

Disgust fills Nai’s mouth.

“Don’t call him that around me,” Nai states sternly. His body begins to mirror how Wolfwood’s body was acting towards you on the dancefloor, except in the bathroom, you’re all for him to take in. No other bodies, no suffocating heat, no overlight head—just another neon light glowing brightly in the darkness with just enough illumination to bask only you and Nai in a chilled, misty purple fog. “You know that I hate that name.”

“It doesn’t bother you when Vash or Livio says it,” you retaliate with a suspicious look glaring in your eyes. “So why am I the odd one out, huh?”

“Because—” Nai’s voice falls short. He grits his teeth in agitation and to seal the true reason as to why he hates it when your voice specifically calls Wolfwood that stupid name. “‘Cause… ‘cause we’re no longer ten years old, so it’s about time you stop calling him by that childish nickname.”

You let out an obnoxious laugh, obviously poorly humored at Nai’s reasoning. Him and you know that you’ve called Wolfwood “Nico” for ages, that the nickname is older than a decade and giving it up would be out of the blue and uncharacteristic of you.

“If that’s the case,” you mutter as Nai cages you in between the cold bathroom wall and his body, your gazes challenging each other. It takes you an incredible amount of strength to avoid inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne that you’ve savored in before and will savor again and again, and also to avoid questioning the sudden get-up that reveals his skin like never before to others, but seems all too familiar to you. “Then does that mean I should start calling Milly ‘Millicent?’ Should I start calling Vash ‘Valentinez?’ Or perhaps… since nicknames are so childish to you… should I start calling you ‘Knives’ again?” you eye him with darkened eyes, searching for any illicit reaction.

Nai fights the urge to grimace at the strangeness of his real name falling from your lips by pressing his palms deeper into the grout of the tiled bathroom. Anyone that wasn’t you or Vash were only permitted to call him by his true name, that his own nickname given by Vash as children was reserved for people that knew him from a young age—one of them being you. “That… that isn’t what I meant.”

“But you don’t mind, right?” you press. “You want me to call Nico by his proper name? Fine. Then I’ll do it with you too, Knives.” 

He bites the inside of his cheek, rolling his neck out to ease the exhaustion given to him by tonight and you before he brings it back to face you properly. Now instead of his usual frown that’s grimaced with annoyance, there’s now a smirk toying on his own lips; and it’s one that mirrors your own to your own hesitation.

“Funny you say that,” he murmurs, gently pushing one of his legs between yours and nestling his knee between them. He scans your face and satisfaction laces itself in his being as you stiffen as his gesture, letting out a small exclamation. “Because I don’t really think that name sounds too nice when you'll scream it in bed, just like how you did the other night.”

Your eyes widen at his husked tone, taken aback. Another yelp passes through your lips as Nai lifts his knee teasingly higher and the slight force of it makes you grasp onto his exposed, tattooed arm for proper balance. “Wait… Nai—”

“Oh, dear, I thought my name was Knives, though?” he taunts and puts an end to your cockiness. “Mmh, I guess it doesn’t sound too bad. I suppose I like the sound of ‘Oh, god, Knives, fuck me harder!’” He slurs, mimicking your voice. Your mouth goes agape at his poor imitation of your own breathy moans he’s heard you echo time after time. “Or perhaps ‘Knives, I’m sooo close… don’t st—”

It’s your turn to hiss at him to shut up and silence his lips with your own palm despite no one being around you. A bolt of fear runs through your nerves at the sight of Nai’s eyes entwined with a hushed craving that only you know can suffice it. Your brows knit together and Nai’s smirk peeks through the side of your hand, making your eye twitch at his arrogance that’s infected you.

“Shut the fuck up,” you whisper hotly.

Nai takes your hand away from his lips, a firm grasp around your wrist. “What? All I’m doing is just repeating what you said… what was it? Not even two nights ago?”

You bare your teeth in an attempt to hide the rising heat which begins to creep up your skin at the mention of you and Nai’s somewhat disorderly relationship with each other. 

It confuses the both of you—you’re not exactly friends-with-benefits, but you and him tiptoe along the border of what a possible relationship could be like and it’s you and him alive by the day. The only way you and Nai cope with the big pot of feelings boiling in as one in a cauldron is nonsense is through a physical intimacy shared with each other, one that tells the other that no one else gets to have you and him except each other—at least for that tumultuous night tangled in each other’s limbs because neither party wants to share their feelings first. It’s a current deciphering between whether you and Nai assume it’s a weakness to admit your heart, or you merely don’t want to ruin what you have with each other because the potential of it breaking down into nothing scares you both.

You don’t really know how much more you can take, though, prancing around a solidification of a potential label. It’s like toying around with a jack-in-the-box. The crank goes around and around time and time again for endless laps, but there eventually comes that breakthrough where something from the unknown finally bursts open and reveals itself. It could be ugly, it could be beautiful. 

But both you and Nai don’t want to know and would rather drown in ignorance. It is bliss, after all—both metaphorically and physically.

“You wanna play it that way? Alright. Then tell me, what led to all of this?” You gesture to the current position you were entrapped in—Nai confining you with his body and arms, breaths just barely exchanging with another, and a certain aura lingering around in the dim bathroom where the music just barely booms through the walls. “What? Don’t tell me you were jealous of him?” you dare not to say Wolfwood’s nickname directly in front of the very man that loathes him entirely tonight. Your answer comes in the form of Nai’s eye twitching with a poorly-hidden covetousness. “Hm. So you were.”

“I wasn’t, stop jumping to conclusions,” he mutters immediately. Nai can’t tell whether his consciousness is being blurred by the intake of alcohol he’s consumed in the past few hours or if it was the lascivious images of you dancing to your heart’s desire on the flashing dancefloor that managed to hypnotize him.

“Oh, but you totally were,” you titter with a taunt. “C’mon, don’t think I didn’t pick up on the fact that you wanted Nico’s spot next to me when you came in, that you saw him bite my ear—” you see Nai’s eyes flicker on the same ear where a soft mark positions itself on the cusp of it made by yours truly. “—and it being the sole reason why you came to me.” You lift your head up.“Don’t think I didn’t know why you came here, to a nightclub out of all things, either, especially in this outfit,” you whisper.

Nai feels your hands touch his chest, fingers ever so gently running down his exposed skin. They unbutton a singular, tempting button to expose the beginning crevices of his abdominals before your hand latches onto his belt and pulls him towards you by the yank of it. You fight the urge to grin when he grunts and lazily sling your arms on your shoulders to bring him closer to you. 

“... I’m not stupid, Nai.”

He doesn’t pull back when you run your fingers through the locks of his white blonde hair, the same shade of blonde that frames his glassy stare that prods through yours. He knows you aren’t an idiot like most people, that you’re able to read them like a book all too easily, him not being excluded in that. So he gives in—sighs softly and presses his forehead to your own, now being able to smell the faint perfume you usually wear mixed in with some hints of booze. It’s a gesture of intimacy he’s only revealed to you, and he’ll only ever reveal to you.

“So, now what?” he cedes. “Stop torturing me and tell me what you want. What do you want from me, (Y/N)?” 

Eyes lifting from his exposed chest to his that stare you down with a familiar hunger, you mumble to him, “Do you want me?”

You move his hands from the wall to your hips, the same place where Wolfwood’s hands touched moments earlier. It’s almost like you want him to replace Wolfwood’s touch entirely, as if there was a space there only Nai’s hands can fulfill, now. His fingers brazen with anticipation, he drums them the same way Wolfwood did, but to his own beat… to his own rhythm… to his own song.

 Nai stays physically silent, with his only reply being his hands gripping your hips tighter as a confirmation of sorts.

You take his hands squeezing your curves ever so lightly as a yes.

“Then have me.” 

And with that, Nai doesn’t waste any time locking his lips with yours, doing the very thing he wanted to do tonight with the one person he desired with. All flavors of fruit are on your tongue, with his own tasting every inch of you as far as it can reach. A radiant atmosphere of lust and yearn permeates in the bathroom. The bass of the music is the only thing keeping you and him steady together as one connected being, albeit if it wasn’t there, you and him would’ve collided with all surfaces a long time ago due to the haze of desire burning within you both.

You don’t know what’s to come after this. You’ll never know as long as this torturous cycle of a fire of passion blazes in flames on a routinely basis continues because you’re not sure what to feed it next. Nai isn’t sure, either, both persons being ignorant to what has to keep the fire going for more than just a singular, libidinous night amidst each other's bodies. It nips at him and you, the way you’d share such intimacy one night, only for the morning after to go back to what you would consider “normal”, of you and him sharing bickers and taunts instead of blissful sighs and soft whispers of each other’s name, desires of want going hushed between the sheets.

A soft plea of his name echoes through the air before you’re silenced by a deepened kiss that makes you grasp onto his shoulders for dear life because you know that everything will just grow in strength the more seconds pass by. Him and you can only hope what’s to come in the lone bathroom you share with each other on such a fateful night in a fateful nightclub.

After all, what happens in Gunsmoke, stays in Gunsmoke, doesn’t it?

(a/n): situationships amirite

hi hi! i'm really surprised at myself for cranking out a fic this long in the span of only two days. for reference, "if the shoe fits" took me probably a week and a half to write or so, but i'm gonna take a wild guess and assume i wrote this to use as a distraction from my many essays due soon—yikes! that's okay, as long as i'm writing, still! i actually went to a nightclub that was the prime inspiration for this fic the other day, but i spent my time daydreaming (or nightdreaming? eveningdreaming?) about what knives would do in such a setting instead of being a normal person and drinking and clubbing. the mango dragonfruit cocktail is an actual margarita i drank during then, and though it was pretty delicious, it didn't have wolfwood spit on the straw unfortunately :/

anyways, thank you again to dem for her wonderful trigun college au (please go read it, im on my knees atp), and you for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are never unnoticed and always appreciated <;3!

[beanibon]

i love your mermaid AU! but what if we switch roles and reader is the water creature. how would the trigun boys react? maybe some nsfw headcanons?

I love this whole mermaid AU coming back, I definitely need to more on it cause I love Mermaid/Siren AUs so much.

TW: interspecies sex, oral (m!receiving/Wolfwood), use of aphrodisiacs (in Knives), creampie, size difference (Vash), breast-fucking (Vash), breeding (Knives), drowning (Knives)

(For Vash I wanted to have the Reader a more Whale Shark build, so they'll be slightly bigger than he is but very docile and sweet)

Vash is definitely the type of guy to go whale watching with mates, pair it with beers and snacks and he'll have the perfect outing on a day off.

The first time he spotted you was when Wolfwood teasingly pushed him overboard, complaining they needed bait to lure anything interesting. Vash arguing with his best friend while still in the water, only to panic as something brushed his leg, pulling him under water. That was when he met a curious mermaid, significantly larger then him, but gentle as they circled him, protecting him with tiger shark that had previously pulled Vash under.

You disappeared the moment Knives pulled Vash out of the water, resulting in screaming match between his brother and best friend. But all Vash could think about was the friendly face that greeted him the moment that suffocating water surrounded him.

After being denied on a boat for weeks from his overprotective brother, Vash eventually managed to return to the exact coordinates he found you, alone this time as watched the waters intensely. It wasn't long until he heard your echoing calls, surfacing to take a closer look.

Vash was mesmerised instantly, watching as you circled his boat with fascination, before pulling your large form onto it. It had Vash panicking at first, but the moment you towered over him all worries disappeared as your dampened hair cascading on either side of him.

Your large form was captivating, yet Vash became increasingly aware of your bare breasts that pressed against his body as your tongue licked his lips, slipping in-between them in a startling kiss.

Needy hands tore Vash's clothes off, leaving him naked for the world to see as you sank your larger body on his.

Vash moaned, hips grinding upwards at your advances. But you pushed him back, shuffling backwards as the boat lurched with your weight, squeezing your breasts over his cock, pumping them up and down.

The entire time Vash was whining, moaning and clawing at the deck of the boat, legs kicking as you worked his cock faster. He was flabbergasted at this sudden advance, but he couldn't stop looking at those patterned breasts, and suddenly this didn't feel so bad.

Vash pulled you into another kiss, moaning against your wet lips. You felt amazing around his cock, not to mention the way you had previously slightly crushed him.

He adored the size difference, enjoying being the weaker of you two as you easily had him whimpering as you squeezed your breasts around his cock.

A final cry had him coming all over your chest, panting as you gave him a praising kiss.

Vash found himself returning more frequently, part of him ashamed that he fucked a mermaid on a regular, but the moment he saw your beautiful form nuzzling into him those worries were swept away as he indulged in you yet again. Falling in love a little harder each time.

(Wolfwood works at a shark observatory, Reader is more so based of a flying fish who accidentally got stuck in bull sharks enclosure)

Nicholas is in charge of a pod of Bull Sharks at a rescue facility, bonding with the creatures and making sure they don't eat each other during feeding time.

The first time he spotted you it was during a smoke break, watching as the sharks darted rapidly towards the outer reef of their massive enclosure. It wasn't uncommon for wild fish or the occasional seal to get stuck in the enclosure, most workers tried to help the creature as quickly as possible. So you could imagine Wolfwood's surprise at having a frantic half-human half-fish creature fly out of the water, tripping him in their attempt to escape the hungry sharks.

Frantic high-pitched chirps and damp, webbed fingers helped Nicholas up, checking him over to make sure there was no injuries.

Meanwhile Nicholas was gobsmacked at the sight of you, cowering as a shark swam a little too close. You were stunning, but he wasn't the kind to believe in silly tales of mermaids... until now that was.

It was obvious you were trapped, the only way back to the ocean was either through the Bull Shark's enclosure or on land, you were stuck either way. So Nicholas opted to help, awkwardly scooping up your body as he exited the enclosure, carrying you as you chittered in his ear.

The moment he reached the edge of the ocean, just outside the enclosure that was walled off, you happily leapt into the water, chirping as you splashed water over your drying scales and skin.

Wolfwood was about to head back, until you chirped loudly his way, ushering him over. He hesitantly obliged, moving closer.

That's when you pounced on him, nuzzling into his chest as you purred. Nicholas felt his cheeks flush, unsure of what was even happening as small waves lapped at his now soaked body.

Delicate hands tugged his work pants lower, Nicholas trying to pull them back up, only to freeze as that purring mouth enveloped his oddly hardened cock. He didn't recall the uncomfortable tightness of his wet clothes, nor the way those stunning eyes had him feeling butterflies in his gut.

Yet your mouth was warm, bobbing up and down as Nicholas stuttered out shaky moans, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as your tongue swirled around the head.

His cock was taken down to the hilt as your throat opened to take him whole, eyes fluttering to look up at the human that so graciously saved you.

You swallowed his release easily, even licking your lips as you gave Nicholas a toothy grin nuzzling into him one last time before leaving. Nicholas left with his cock still exposed, flaccid and covered in drool and cum.

Turns out you needed rescuing a few more times from the grumpy Wolfwood, giving him a new reward each time.

(Knives is a marine biologist, working alongside his mother Rem at her underwater observatory after discovering she had obtained a new asset. Here Reader is a pufferfish mermaid :3)

Knives works in an underwater observatory facility, the lead marine biologist under his mother Rem Saverem. He's often hard to approach as he prefers solitary research in the large reef they've set up the facility in.

He was shocked when Rem excitedly presented you to her eldest son, showing off the mermaid they had rescued from poachers, some of the net still tangled in the many spines across your body.

Other than his mother, Knives was incharge of studying you in your recovery. You were often panicked at the people watching you, darting to hide and camouflage with the natural decor of your temporary tank.

You'd only ever be seen out when Knives was around, taking an odd fascination with the gloomy human that observed you, taking notes on behaviourisms or certain characteristics you portrayed.

When one of the scientists startled you, causing you to panic, that's when Knives realised that the net entangled in your spines was a hindrance to your recovery. Frowning as you got caught on some coral, further injuring yourself as that only panicked you further.

You eventually freed yourself, sad chirping noises filling the tank as you pawed at the missing spines that had snapped off in your fear-stricken phase.

So Knives took it upon himself to untangle the net, taking a small knife to saw away the thick rope.

Of course you startled the moment he entered the water, hiding instantly. But Knives was patient, after all he was doing this after hours, against Rems orders of not interfering with you in hopes you'd recover without relying on humans.

Once you found the courage, recognising the man that made you follow along the glass in silent curiosity, you emerged. Quiet squeaks sounding as you observed this intruder, spines flaring the moment he pulled the knife from his pocket.

Turning to flee, Knives was quick to intercept, grabbing the rope before you could further harm yourself. You flailed desperately, screeching as Knives struggled to cut the net. But once the first cut was made, hissing as your spine pricked his flesh, you calmed.

Allowing Knives to slice the rope free of your body, you whimpered. Hands explored Knives body as he worked, slitted eyes admiring his exposed pectorals, chirping out admiring noises as he quirked a brow at you.

Another prick had Knives flinching, unaware you had flared your spines again, this time with an ulterior motive unknown to Marine Biologist.

Knives mind went foggy, panting into his oxygen mask as his skin began to warm, body feeling oddly fuzzy. You seemed unbothered, finally free of the net you circled the human, slipping off the mask that allowed him to breath.

Quickly you pulled off the remainder of his clothes, body coiling around him as you slid onto his hardened cock, Knives gasping at the foreign sensation.

You were now above him, pushing him to the sandy bottom of your tank, lower body humping his cock as pleased chirps drawled from your lips. The feeling of his cock was addictive to you, watching as Knives body reacted to your aphrodisiac, eyes clouded with lust as he reciprocated your advances.

Knives had been milked several times before his lungs began to squeeze, urging him to resurface for air. But no matter how many times his body jolted or fought against your continuous grinding, you didn't untangle yourself from him, simply cooing at how his hands covered his mouth.

He was borderline unconscious before he was discovered, embarrassingly enough. Rem, his mother, the one to save him from your ruthless fucking.

Yet despite being scolded and treated against your aphrodisiac, Knives couldn't find it in him to regret what he had done. In fact, the moment you were released back after a full recovery, Knives easily found you after you refused to leave the area.

Turns out, other than the drowning part, he enjoyed every touch and caress of your deadly body against his, and he'd be lying if he didn't indulge in some more sinful acts with his precious asset.

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐎𝐏 — nicholas d. wolfwood

very suggestive !!

wolfwood does smth to me im sorry

he’s got his eyes locked on your mouth as he approaches you, watching the way you idly hold the lollipop stick while you suck on the hard candy. just a small sweet treat you decided to have, nothing big at all. but oh, wolfwood had other ideas.

he’s just kind of… watching you. watching your lips wrap around the pinkish-purple candy, tinting your mouth magenta. your tongue darting out and pulling it completely into your mouth as you close your lips around the stick. sometimes you push the hard candy to one side of your mouth, creating a bump that juts out from your cheek.

its nothing really, but wolfwood’s mind can’t help but wander a little. he can’t help the way his body moves before he can think. he removes his disheveled cigarette from in between his lips as he reaches for you, rough finger pads turning your head to face him. he squeezes your jaw in his hand and forces your mouth to open, just before the lollipop falls, he takes it and holds it aside.

you gasp as he suddenly has his lips on yours. and he’s aching for the sweet, sugary taste, licking into your mouth and softly suckling on your tongue. its so abrupt you had no time to even prepare yourself before he smashed his lips onto yours.

your fingers find your way into his hair, tangling and gently tugging with neediness. and he inhales sharply at the first gentle tug before a deep grunt rumbles in the back of his throat as he kisses you deeper.

when he finally has his fill and pulls away, you’re both panting with the intensity that lingers in the air. when his lip part slightly, you swear you see his own tinge of magenta on his tongue.

wolfwood’s tongue darts out and licks the wetness of his lips, still tasting the sweetness of the candy. and just before he walks away, he presents the lollipop in front of your face. you take him up on his offer, leaning forward and putting it back into your mouth. you only manage to suck the sweetness one last time but before he takes it out of your mouth and places it in his, his cigarette completely forgotten.

[fruitsoxs]

PART 2 TO THE WOLFWOOD/READER FIC WITH VASH WATCHING PLZZZ 🙏🙏🤲🤲🤲 I need Vash to join in 😭😭😭

I had a couple people request this! this cna be read as a standalone

PART 1

pairing; vash x (GN AFAB) reader x wolfwood warning; smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI! , all that juicy stuff , vashwood sprinkled in there wordcount; 1.7k notes; I uh accidentally went a little ham and made this longer than i was planning. my typos have been bad recently, so sorry if there are any huge issues. i re-read this like 10 times but i always miss my own mistakes

Vash hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that night.

He re-watches the scene in his head every day. Thinking about the noises you made. The slapping of your skin against Wolfwood’s, and most importantly how you said his name right at the end. He sees that little smirk that Wolfwood gave him after the two of you finished. 

Wolfwood knows.

He walked straight out of the room after the two of you had finished your business. Too embarrassed and shamed to face the situation.  So he never  found out what happened after. However, he can assume that Wolfwood didn’t tell you that Vash had indeed watched the two of you have sex. You never once approached Vash to tell him off, and any awkwardness was purely Vash’s fault. He can’t seem to look you in the eye anymore. 

It doesn’t help that he keeps seeing your fucked out expression every time he looks in your general direction. Earlier, while eating dinner with everyone, he remembers watching you take a bite of your food. As the fork went into your mouth, all he could see was your parted lips as you gasped for air. That led to him thinking about the moans that left your throat that night, and soon enough his pants were growing tight.

Now he sits in his room alone, staring at the empty bed as he thinks about what to do to get rid of this awkwardness that hangs over him. 

A few knocks on his door makes him stand, walking over to let whoever is out there in. When he sees it’s you, his brain freezes. You smile up at him and push past his frozen body to come inside. “Hey.” You mumble, turning away from him and taking a deep breath. You seem a little…down. 

“I need to talk to you about…earlier.” You say facing him. “At dinner you…well I was trying to talk to you and you kept ignoring me.” You go on, and Vash feels the guilt creeping up. He doesn’t want to explain that he was doing it. “And, well, you’ve been really weird around me recently. Vash, what’s going on?”

He doesn’t know what to say for a moment. 

Vash sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He has to tell you. “Look, I uh…I walked in on you and Wolfwood the other night.” he finally admits looking anywhere but in your eye. “Oh…Vash… I, uh , know about that.” 

His eyes widen and he finally looks over at your cute blushing face. “Wolfwood already told me.” You explain. “Is that why you’re acting like this? Are you uncomfortable with what happened? I’m sorry if you-”

“No! That’s not it! I just can’t stop thinking about it! I can’t stop thinking about you and him. I can’t stop picturing your face. I….” He cuts you off, face turning bright red as he admits the feelings he has been having since that fateful night. There is a bit of an awkward silence that takes over, before a smile breaks over your lips.

“Oh.” You seem almost relieved.

“You aren’t mad?” Vash asks, eyeing you with a confused look. You laugh a bit and shake your head. “Of course not. I was worried you were mad to be honest.” you tell him, inching closer to him. He lets out a sigh in relief, and gives you a little smile. “Why would I be? I liked…what I saw.” he says honestly.

You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, and pull him down to your level. “I’m glad.” you whisper and suddenly your lips are on his. The feeling is everything he could have dreamed of, and more. Your lips are so soft against his. So perfect. He kisses back, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.  It’s a short and sweet kiss.

When Vash pulls away, he looks over at the door. “But what about…?” he asks and you cut him off with a laugh. “I think he wants it as much as I do Vash.” You tell him, kissing his cheek. Vash blushes at the comment. 

The two of you start kissing again, this time with a bit more passion. One of his hands grips your waist, while the other snakes up to the back of your head pulling your lips against his. Just as his tongue slips into your mouth the door opens.

“Damn, You started the party without me huh?” Wolfwood comments, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Vash detaches from you stuttering out an apology, but Wolfwood just smiles and shakes his head. “It’s alright. It’s about time if I’m being honest.” he says, shaking his head. He walks into the room and shuts the door behind him, locking it in the process. His dark eyes land on you, and he gives you a soft smile.

Vash can see the care in Wolfwood’s eyes

Wolfwood makes his way over to the two of you and kisses your cheek lightly, before turning to Vash. “You sure liked the show last time.” he gives off that same smirk as before. “Glad you’re joining in now.” 

He takes place behind you kissing your neck. While Vash, who’s blushing again, continues to kiss you on the lips. The two work you into a moaning mess. Wolfwood biting at the skin on your neck and Vash exploring your mouth hungerly with his tongue. Soon enough, Wolfwood’s rough hands slide up your shirt and cup your chest. His fingers dig into the soft flesh.

He hums against your skin, and slowly begins to peel your shirt off mumbling an “off.” You back away from Vash, who watches as Wolfwood rips your top off exposing your chest. Vash’s eyes widen at the sight, before he leans in to continue kissing you again.  

The two slowly back you over towards the bed, where you’re quickly laid down. Your bottoms are torn off immediately by Wolfwood, who has the confidence of knowing what he’s doing. The two of you have fucked before, and he knows what you like. Vash brings a certain soft and unsure side to the mix, that perfectly balances out the other. 

Blue eyes look down at you, sprawled out and naked on the bed. He reaches down to run his hands along your thighs making you gasp. Biting his lip he looks over at Wolfwood, whos’ enjoying watching the scene play out. “Tell them what you wanted to do last time.” Wolfwood takes control of the situation.

Vash’s eyes widen. “W-What?”

“Come on what did you think about while you watched me fuck em.” Wolfwood demands, pawing at Vash erection from behind. Vash lets out a little whine as he looks down at you, and squeezes his eyes shut. “W-Wanted to join in.” he stutters out. “And do what?” Wolfwood asks, nipping at Vash’s ear. “Fuck their mouth.” Vash admits, pressing his clothed cock against you. 

Your hips rise and meet his, grinding against him. Vash curses under his breath at the feeling. “Wanted to fuck their pretty mouth so bad.” Vash admits  leaning down over you on the bed. He trails his hands up your thighs, landing just below that sweet spot. “Wanted to take my turn. Make you scream my name too.” He tells you, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs slow circles around the nerve at first, getting a feel for what you want. He then dips a finger into your hole, followed by another one soon after. He finger fucks you for a second. “Wanted to see you swallow my cum.” He ends on, pulling his fingers back after he’s worked you open. 

“How bout you do something even better.” Wolfwood instructs, and starts taking off Vash’s pants from behind, groping at him as he does. Vash squirms and moans when his dick pops out. He blushes when he sees your eyes widen at the sight. He hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you close. “Go ahead blondie- they’re waiting for you.”

Vash needs no more instruction. He swipes his tip along your folds, gathering up your juices before he lines it up with your entrance. He watches you tense as your eyes flutter closed. Whimpers exit your parted lips, and he can’t hold back much longer. He pushes himself inside you slowly. You tilt your head back. “Oh! Vash!” 

He won’t last long if you do that. 

He slams his dick all the way inside you, making you scream out for him. He waits for a few minutes, looking for a sign to continue. You give him a nod, and he starts moving. Pushing in and out of you, his own moans mixing with yours. He can’t help but be vocal, you just feel so good around him. So tight and soft. 

“So good.” he moans.

Beside him, Wolfwood already has his dick out, and is watching as Vash fucks you. He’s using his hand to get himself off, eyes glued to where Vash and you meet. When he sees Vash watching him, he smiles and leans over, kissing the other man softly,

You moan from below, and Vash can feel you tighten around him. He pulls away from Wolfwood and groans before picking up his pace. He slams into you, fucking you as hard as he can will himself to. If your screams are anything to go off of, you seem to be liking it. He feels your orgasm build up before you can even say anything.

“So close-” you tell him, but he knows. “I’m gonna-” He hits you just right, and you cum around his cock immediately. “VASH!” You scream, your body jerking up, toes curling. You grab onto the sheets, eyes rolling back. Vash follows you soon after, unable to hold himself back. He pulls out and lets it out over your chest, panting and blushing.

Wolfwood lets out a low whistle, and pushes Vash to the side. “Nice work blondie- but it’s my turn.” 

It’s sure to be a long night.

[shintin]

I may have decided to write a Mafia Vash the Stampede fic with my partner in crime, Creamson😁

He's going to look like this:

Art belongs to creamsonlog on twitter. Thank you babe for this masterpiece ❤

He's so hot, I know, but please, let's keep our pants on for at least 2-3 chapters, if you know what I mean 😈

(you may think you know what I mean, but nope, I promise, you don't. it'll surprise you)

Note: This fic is going to take place in the Alternative Universe/Modern Setting where Vash and his dear brother, Kni are dons of a well-known, violent mafia family. You may say, "what the hell, Shin! Vash would never be like that! "

Well... what if something bad happens that finally snaps Vash? What if staying by his brother's side has changed him a little more than you think? What if this is Dark Vash coming to life?

Warnings: This will be a dark-love story that includes sexual situations, non/dub-con, graphic violence, gore, angst and toxicity.

A lot of toxicity!

I’m a woman in love with Vash the Stampede, okay? I want to see his dick as much as possible.

So, if any of these are triggering for you, please do not even think about reading this fic when I start publishing it.

I know some authors don’t like to lay out the specific triggers, as they want readers to experience the book blind. I get that, but with this fic, I simply would not feel right if I did not make these triggers very clear.

The last thing I would ever want to do is put a reader through any type of trauma, whether it’s new or relived. And to be frank, this fic will cover pretty fucked up subject matter.

By the way, this will be a Vash the Stampede x Female Reader fic. Yeah, it has cute stuff too, like it's a slow burn fic, just not the way you think.

p.s: It'll take a while for me to start writing it. I'm just super excited about the ART 🥵

Okay, link for the fic: Gunpowder Dreams

Have fun 😁

[na-t0]

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader (fem)

nsfw . male masturbation . multiple mentions of religious themes . minors please do not interact

"I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth...shit, what's next?"

Despite of what others think, Nicholas D. Wolfwood has come to the conclusion that he is indeed, the perfect example to belie the thought commonly held by people that him, and all the other children of the Lord who is high in the heavens, are made in his image and likeness. He is just a man, a mere mortal, vulnerable and weak in the face of temptation, son of original sin. Trying to atone for, and amend, the errors that life has brought within his path, and from which he cannot seem to escape.

Same life that unfortunately has also placed him in the way of your so intoxicating self. As if it were an unforgivable and cruel test to endure the strength of his already cracked spirit, a test to prove how much he is capable of resisting when the sharp claws of lust slowly scratch his back when he tries to sleep and the image of your beautiful face invades his mind. He also claims being able to feel them scratching once again when, after what seems like an eternal week of waiting, he manages to spot you sitting among the 47 people that fit in the orphanage’s chapel at the time of the religious ceremony he presents on Sundays at 10 in the morning.

Nicholas talks to himself all the time. He talks about a whole bunch of different things to stay busy and distant from the loneliness that his profession entails. He also writes, on a small black notebook that shamelessly reads Holy Bible on its cover, which he keeps in the inside pocket of his suit all day. It is possible to find random thoughts scrambled between its pages, occasional unfinished sketches of the kids who visit him frequently, prayers and attempts at poetry that, despite the ease he possesses to release a speech towards an audience made up of people full of faith in the word he preaches every weekend, the simple idea that one day you might inadvertently read what lies on those yellowish paper sheets terrifies him to the point where he can feel each and every one of his nerve endings on the surface of his skin, pulsing with the same intensity as the wings of a flying hummingbird.

He writes for you, more specifically. Even though in life, there are weaknesses that sometimes, do not allow the deepest feelings of the heart to flourish freely.

"I am just an object waiting to be ashes, and it is precisely for that reason that I would like my body to burn until it is consumed as one with yours. So at the end, dust will be the only thing that remains of our spirits, mixed together, to be later carried away by the wind of this unforgiving desert we call home."

“I have reached such a degree of insanity that, not even with the help of a thousand divine healing rites, my composure will return. I have even considered exchanging the blood of as many sinners as necessary to the Devil in order to melt into the blazing but purifying fire that surely arises with the single touch of your lips, and if you allow me, to endulge in the perfect contradiction that lies between your legs. A place both sacred and infernal, a place where good and evil converge and is powerful enough to drive even the most righteous and ruthless of religionists to an infinite madness. A place that I can only imagine feels like heaven and hell at the same time, capable to burn but also soothe the wounds in the soul of a disgraceful believer, one such as myself, your humble servant.”

“And I am not ashamed to affirm in front of the cross in which the son of God was punished because of filth like me, that, your mere presence encourages me to violate every order imposed by the invisible power of my belief, all that for what he, the same guy I mentioned earlier, sacrificed himself for in the first place. He sacrificed himself for you and especially for me, and above all, for the atrocities that come with the human race to disappear from the world. Such as the kind of things that flood my mind when my gaze manages to distinguish a little glimpse of your underwear when you put on that pretty dress of yours and you take a seat in the front row. A dress I like to imagine you only use for me.”

When Sunday comes, the ceremony starts and it's your turn at the moment of communion. It all happens in a matter of minutes every single time, a fleeting contact that is difficult to remove from his system. The host is delicately held by Wolfwood's hands as he stares at you, the abyss of his obsidian orbs capturing your attention to ask for your permission. You nod and look back at him too, subtly batting your eyelashes and slowly sticking out your tongue in an inviting way, that more than innocent, seemed diabolical, as if you knew which cards to move to obtain an absolute victory. And he feels it, he feels something struck his chest. Like a pair of magnets who can't fight the silent attraction that tries to unite them. You glance at the thick fingers infront of you for an instant, and then once again, you lift your stare towards him to take the host. His breathing stopped the moment he felt the back of his fingers get in contact with the wetness of your tongue while accommodating the wafer on it, and he almost, just almost, stutters in his words, but he doesn't, it takes all of his will not to. He blinks and his hand moves away from your lips to continue with the the other presents. You turn around and go back to your place without looking back. Luckily for him, the robe that covers his body does not allow to reveal any trace of what could give away his growing hunger for you.

Reminiscing something that he himself already wrote once in his notebook.

“It’s a disgusting sight, truly. How you take the sacramental bread from the hands of a sinful bastard, how you try to be purified by the same hands that are permanently stained with the obscene thought of consuming your body, your entire being. But you don’t have an idea of how much I love it, how much I want you to be mine.”

The lecture finished at 10:57 a.m. Nicholas remembers glancing at the watch on his wrist to regain the track of time he lost when you got close to his body. Seeing that people were starting to get up, he decided to clean his instruments to leave everything in order, and at the same time, bring some peace to his mind. He didn't have long arranging his space when Wolfwood felt a sudden and intense urge to look back, and when he did, you were the first thing that he focused on, stumbling upon the surprise of your eyes already searching for his while walking to the exit, wearing the most precious smile he’s ever seen on your face. A smile just for him.

By 11:23 a.m. the chapel was completely empty and Wolfwood walked with an unbearable weight on his feet towards the confined space of the confessional, along with a box of matches in hand that he took from an old cabinet. He closed the door, took a seat and leaned his head against the wall, which protested with a slight screech, as if it knew what was going through the troubled man's mind. Of course you appeared immediately, the images of every time you two have exchanged greetings in the streets, in the market, or even at the events to raise funds for the orphanage.

First came the color of your eyes, which seemed to dominate and illuminate the darkness of the small space he was in, then your eyebrows and the expressions that characterize your words while speaking. Thirdly, your mouth, the Eden he dreams of so much, reflected in the shine that your lips acquire when you bite and wet them with saliva. Imagining how they move to the compass of your voice, if they are rounded, if you smile or if you stay quiet. Nicholas raised his right hand and gently touched his own mouth to try to calm the urgency of joining it with yours. He closed his eyes and remembered the slight meeting he had with it an hour ago. The warmth of your breath on his knuckles and the softness he touched with the pads of his mistreated fingers. How easy would it be to draw a whimper out of you, the sweetest sound he can think of. His pants began to feel more and more uncomfortable with every passing minute, the pressure exerted by the growing erection in his groin started to become unbearable. Will he be able to obtain salvation if he confesses everything, here and now?

"God...please" And just as he often does, he began to talk. "I want her more than...a-anything in this world...can't I have her either?" The hand that previously touched your lips, traveled up to his crotch and gave a first cautious squeeze, allowing himself to be carried away by the venom of the serpent that condemned us all as sinners centuries ago, which little by little contaminated his veins and blinded his sight. Now not only did he imagine the Eden in your beauty, he was about to enter that precious place, only to break the rules. "I haven't been...a g-good man, but..." His breathing began to falter, with great gulps of air, his chest rose and fell, trying to oxygenate his racing heart. "I swear I...I can treat her right." The restraint of the stiff bottoms was starting to be painful for Nicholas, so he reached for the button, hastily undoing it to reach into his underwear. The burning heat of desire greeting him. And as he could, he pulled out his member from the base without removing his pants. The cold edge of the zipper brushed against the prominent veins of his rigid sex while his hand tried to conciliate the relief he so desperately needed. He kept traveling with his mind through your neck, your chest, your waist and your navel, the unknown nudity that he longes for unfolding before him in an imaginary scenario within the four small walls of the confessional. His breathing became more and more disturbed and growls began to sprout from the depths of his being.

"I'm sorry, God...I'm so s-sorry" He started to apologize because he knows exactly what is next. He enjoys being rough with his wicked self, he is violent. Pulling his own hair with one hand while the other strokes himself harshly. He spits on the tip, and watches how saliva slowly rolls to the base. He grunts, an animalistic type of sound that reveals the wildest part of his existence, his human predatory instinct, the part that he tries to repress with calling himself a preacher of the Lord’s word. He likes to tighten the grip in his member to the point where the veins on his forehead begin to become visible and the color of his shaft changes entirely with the accelerated flow of blood. Suffocating in his own body, a prisoner of his dark desires.

"Our Father, who...a-art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is...i-in heaven." It was in that moment when he began to pray. And the drops of fluid that came out of his slit with anticipation gave his hand more access to stroke with a quicker pace. From outside the confessional, it was possible to hear the faint slippery sound of friction from skin to skin and the murmured pleas of a man sunk in perdition.

"Give us this day our daily bread, a-and forgive us our trespasses...as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temp-temptation...but deliver us from...evil."

Would God be able to truly forgive such an act?

"A-Amen."

And it's just when he finishes his pleas that he finds himself betrayed by his own mind, letting your name slip from his lips, over and over again, like a renovated prayer, but profane and corrupted. The peculiar burning sensation in the lower part of his abdomen starts to approach. He bites the collar of his white camisole and drool escapes from the sides of his mouth in the delirium of a near orgasm. Squeezing his eyes shut he imagined your breasts swaying in front of his face as you grind on top, your angelic face contorted with the ecstasy of a fictional encounter, and your core eagerly receiving each of his thrust. The sweet aroma that your sweat must have and all the possible ways you could moan his name.

"Ni..cholas, ah...Nicholas...Nic..."

The entirety of his skin crawls to the thought. And his hips begin to move with an unbridled, involuntary frenzy, consequence of the carnal instinct that species keep hidden in their bodies.

"Oh...God..please, please...ple-please." He calls uselessly for the only one who could redeem him, the only one who could accept a sin like this. Finally, he rapidly drags his hand a couple of last times and the orgasm begins to hit his senses. A last growl comes out of his chest before his teeth unconsciously loosen the fabric of the shirt to let out a deafened cry. With some last thrusts, his hips rise in a lost rhythm from the bench on which he is sitting as his seed spills violently into his right hand, staining some of the fabric of his black pants along the way.

The warm sensation of contact with his own release brings him back to himself, and he can only at this point, contemplate more clearly the mistake he has made.

“Divine forgiveness, what a bunch of shit.”

He drops the other hand that was tugging at his brunette locks in the heat of the momentum inside his pocket, pulls out a cigarette, places it in his mouth and proceeds to wipe the remains of cum on his right palm with a handkerchief, so he can pick up the matches he had brought with him, light the stick, and take a hit, trying to quell with smoke the latent nectar of lonely intimacy impregnated in the air. He takes a few moments to let the haze of the moment pass completely as he watches the mess in his lap and his now softened member.

The cigarette is half finished, he is a fast smoker.

He inhales and exhales once more, and then, there’s a subtle, almost silent, knock on the door, followed by what he recognizes is your voice coming from the rusty confession room's grate.

“F-Father Nicholas...?”

[vashs-turtleneck]

Pip's Masterlist

Trigun Fics

(Vash x Reader)

Stay. (M)

Say my name. (18+ NSFW)

Nimble-fingered. (18+ NSFW)

Muted. (18+ NSFW)

Spoiled Rotten. (18+ NSFW)

Blow Me a Kiss. (18+ NSFW)

Quiet Nights. (T)

Desperate. (18+ NSFW)

Not So Sneaky. (18+ NSFW)

Three Empty Words. (18+ NSFW)

Deep Breath. (G)

Preen. (T)

Reverence. (18+ NSFW)

(Vash x Reader x Wolfwood)

Sharing is Caring. (18+ NSFW)

It ain't much, but it's honest work.

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[midnight-lilac-blue-hues]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.

There are no horses that need saving in this fic ;P

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( o0o)

Wolfwood × reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut

AFAB reader, smut, cowgirl position (yeehaw), ass smacking (just once), I live for country wolfwood, men moaning, creampie, slight overstimulation, lots of swearing.

Note: excited because this is my first trigun fic :] and I'm also back!! (I say about to take summer classes) but nevertheless, enjoy this holy meal ^^!!

"Hurry up there, cowboy," Wolfwood leaning back on the bed, elbows propping himself up to look at you.

"Hush," you hissed, "you know I get antsy right before we fuck." Pulling your shirt off, and stepping out of your shorts.

"I'd doubt that, cos' with the way you're speakin' yo-"

"I'd said hush," you covered his mouth with the palm of your hand. You quickly unbuckled his belt with your free hand, sitting on his lap and running your lips up and down his tawny neck.

You pressed yourself further into the priest, embracing the skin-to-skin contact while he runs his fingers into your hair. His hips ever so gently roll up into yours, his clothed cock pressed right over your clit causing you to mewl into his mouth. 

You unlatch your lips from Wolfwood's neck with a 'so good' drooling from your lips. You felt a rough hand run down your back, rubbing your ass in circles. "You'd think you can ride a bull? Or are you gonna be screaming my name so loud the whole inn can hear?"

"I can handle it," you gulped.

"Good," a harsh smack stung your ass, "giddy up, cowgirl." He said with a smirk.

You gave him a glare before guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. "You know after that smack, I shouldn't give you a piece of me," grinding down on Wolfwood's tip just enough it wouldn't go in but would leave him begging.

"Come on, princess. How else are you gonna show me you can handle it?" His rough hands rest on your soft hips, "Sorry about that though, doll," his hand smoothed your hips.

You trailed the curves of your torso, finding Wolfwood's hands, and lacing your fingers together. Using his hands, you lowered yourself down onto his hard-on with a sigh. His quick gasp caused a shiver to run up your spine.

"Tight as ever, huh?"

"S-shut up," you squeezed his hands and shut your eyes.

"At least take me all the way down, then I'll think about it," Wolfwood gave you another cheeky smirk.

You humph, pulling up leaving the tip in, and sinking further down until your rear was sitting on Wolfwood's thick thighs.

You began riding Wolfwood, using his hands as leverage. You sighed, feeling his cock pressing the soft spot inside, over and over again. "Haa~ it feels good," you whispered, rubbing your clit on his pubic bone.

"Careful there, princess. You're twitchin' already," Wolfwood grunted underneath you.

"Focus on yourself, Wolfwood. I can feel your dick throbbing." You felt your face grow hotter and hotter.

Wolfwood hummed, "That so?" Digging his heels into the mattress, thrusting his hips up to meet yours as you came down. "Cos' I'm always throbbing whenever I see you. Especially when you try to act tough."

You choked on your own moan, squeezing Wolfwood's hand so hard, nail markings will definitely show up the next day. His pace was relentless, causing you to curl over him.

You cursed under your breath, feeling yourself get closer to your climax. And you could Wolfwood was also close, as his grunts and a few of his whines grew more audible.

He slipped his fingers out of yours, bringing them to your hips, pulling them down to grind on his own. Letting out a dissatisfied whine, you frowned at the man. "Fuck!" You squeaked out, feeling your cunt throbbing around his shaft, "what was that about?!"

"It wouldn't be fair to me if you got to set the pace, now would it?" Wolfwood leaned forward, guiding your movements like you were nothing but a fuck toy for him. 

This was really bad, you were so close to your climax. Your hips rutted into Wolfwood's waist as your moans spiked up and up.

"Fuck yeah baby, moan for me, just like that~" he purred. He began kissing your neck, his stubble brushed against your collarbone forcing a loud moan to spill from your lips. "Oh fuck yeah!" He growled into your neck. Suddenly, you felt warmth fill your pussy, quickly sending you over your peak.

Wolfwood's grip on you became loose, allowing you to pin him back down onto the mattress. You continue to ride out your orgasm on his cock, enjoying how your pussy seems to weep around him. Wolfwood's breath quickly became whines and whimpers.

"Oh my God, doll! W-wait, augh- slow down," he begged, throwing his head back. 

"Damn Nico, I thought you were going to have me scream so loud- the entire inn would hear us," you smirked as your hips found a new desire to continue moving. You chuckled, "Keep being a good boy, and I'll think about slowing down."

[christalcake]

Demon Wolfwood Blurb

✧Pairing✧: (DEMON)Wolfwood x f!Reader

✧Content✧: PWP - porn without plot, petname (kitten), desperation, gentle demon Wolfwood.

✧W/C✧: 453 words

He was the one caught off guard, usually the one to initiate anything with his humans, but tonight you approached him.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, the blankets covering his lower half while his chest lay bare, you approached him.  No form of the intimate act was performed yet, unlike the other demons, Wolfwood wanted to wait till you were ready for him.  *Sex with a willing host is more exhilarating than anything else.* he once told you.

His eyes watched your every move, hazy with desire and want.  Wolfwood pulled the blankets away, letting his hard cock free itself waiting eagerly for your warm cunt to wrap itself around it.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling themselves with his dark locks, drawing a hiss from him.  "Give me time to warm up, kitten." he groaned, both his hands now firmly holding your plush hips as you purposely hover your lower body over his cock. 

Wolfwood leans forward, his lips kissing along your neck making your body warmer than it was, until he opens his mouth and lets his fangs graze against your skin, making your whole body shiver.  He closes his eyes, using one of his hands to explore your lower half, drawing out a moan from him when he realizes you weren't wearing anything under your white-laced dress.  

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me.." he whispers, letting his fingers glide against your wet pussy, collecting your slick and then rubbing it against his cock.  You tease him a little, lowering your body until his tip brushes against your cunt.  His fingers dig even harder into your waist, trying to control himself and let you take the lead.  He knows the wait will be worth it. 

His face buries into the croak of your neck, teeth hungrily digging into your flesh when you finally sink your cunt onto his cock, feeling his throb against your fluttering walls.  Both your moans are echoing through the room, letting your body adjust before even attempting to roll your hips.  "Fuck, I've been waiting so long darling.." he's the first to speak, testing how sensitive you still were as he moves his hips up.  Once he knows you're finally ready for him, he starts to quicken his pace, he gazes up at you, pupils blown, and a devilish smirk on his beautiful lips.  "I may be a demon, but let me worship this body...  Your beautiful cunt wrapped around my cock...  fuck..." he's having a hard time controlling his movements, but feeling your nails dig into his flesh, as you hold onto his shoulders for deal life.  "H-How did I deserve you?  Such a beautiful angel, wrapped around my cock."

last edited 10/08/2023

[beanibon]

Mermaid!Wolfwood x Reader Headcanons

The final part of my little mermaid au, I might do little oneshots of cute antics of all the boys but this is my last headcanon one.

Readers family owns a private holiday cabin with a Saltwater lake at the back, Wolfwoods lil family is a small group of bull sharks common in Lake as they wander from the ocean regularly.

TW: interspecies sex, creampie, overstimulation, marking and general biting (this man is feral you can't tell me otherwise), slight drowning warming on this one too, hinted thalassophobia (reader often avoids the lake due to this), slight exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), belly bulging, breeding kink.

Your family owned a small holiday cabin, often using it for big family reunions or trips during holidays. It came with a seemingly endless Saltwater lake, that every member of your family bar you used to its fullest.

Mer!Wolfwood had lived in the lake for as long as he could remember, preferring the company of his family of Bull Sharks. They were quiet, people didn't go near them, and there was always plenty of food to go around.

Mer!Wolfwood who relished in the solitude the lake offered, minding his business and simply doing his own thing. Spending most of his days sleeping, hunting or getting annoyed by the young Mer!Livio who silently does his own thing besides him. In which Mer!Wolfwood doesn't mind.

Mer!Wolfwood who really, really doesn't like when your family stays at the cabin, the fish scatter, his peace is disturbed by the human children screaming on the bank, the disgusting smell of cooked human food wafting over the waters surface.

Mer!Wolfwood especially despised when your family was in the water, he could hear and sense every disturbance big or small and it pissed him off to the point he grinded his fangs on the rock he slept on.

Mer!Wolfwood who glared at your family from afar, a low, rumbling growl escaping him at each discarded alcohol bottle, food packages, and other various litter at the waters edge. He had half the mind to ditch it back at them.

Mer!Wolfwood tensing at the sight of you, only to relax a little as you cleaned your family's mess, lecturing your younger siblings and cousins on littering.

Mer!Wolfwood favouring watching you instead of glaring at your family, noticing your favourite spot was the wooden dock. Where'd you spend your time painting, reading or simply relaxing. But you never entered the water.

Mer!Wolfwood would hear your family teasing you about this, frowning as you just awkwardly shrugged, shuffling away from the mocking your aunty would spit your way.

Mer!Wolfwood often basked on the shoreline far away from your holidaying family, that's where you found him, eyes peacefully closed as you held your phone dumbfounded at the sight of him. You had quietly approached, kneeling down and tentatively reaching down to touch the strange creature.

Mer!Wolfwood abruptly waking, letting out an aggressive screech, fangs bared as he pushed you away retreating back into the water.

Mer!Wolfwood glaring at you from the water, his growls vibrating the surface at the low octave. Only you didn't leave, instead you sat where you were and slowly brought out your sketchbook, eyes never leaving his.

Mer!Wolfwood raised a brow, creeping closer until he was towering over you, water dripping from his glistening skin as he stared at the sketchbook in your hands. You nervously showed him the picture you drew of him, watching as he let out a deep hum, squinting at it.

Mer!Wolfwood tensing as you reached a hand out to him, feeling your hands gently brush his still dripping hair from his face. The sensation of your touch made his muscles relax, yet he still retreated back to the water disappearing.

Mer!Wolfwood who hissed at a loud splash, chasing away his food, only to see your form struggling in the middle of the lake, eyes darting frantically at the deep water and endless pit at the lakes centre.

Mer!Wolfwood panicked as he swam for you, grabbing your body as you fought against his hold, eyes wide upon realisation that it was him. Hands squeezing his shoulders as he brought you to the dock, lifting you onto the wooden surface.

Mer!Wolfwood trailing a hand over you body as you gasped for air, curling yourself into a tight ball as your body shook along with your cries.

Mer!Wolfwood who blinked in confusion, looking around for your family only to realise they were all still on a boat at the centre of the Lake. Gaining enough confidence to hoist himself up and curl around you.

Mer!Wolfwood who hummed a deep tune, arms wrapped around you as he stroked your damp hair. Eventually resting his chin on your head, eyes glaring out at the boat and your family who hollered loudly on board.

Mer!Wolfwood untangling himself from you to slide back into the water, feeling your soft hands reach out to feel his tail, stopping him in his tracks. Dark eyes fixated on you as you jumped at the attention, but still shuffled forward feet dangling into the water.

Mer!Wolfwood growling as he dove back in, surfacing to pull you in with him. You screamed in response legs instinctively wrapping around him as you desperately clung to him, nails dug deep in his skin.

Mer!Wolfwood who moved your legs till they dangled from his shoulder, teeth nipping at your inner thighs as his hands squeezed your ass. Slowly pulling down the swimsuit clinging wetly to your body.

Mer!Wolfwood feeling you hoist your upper body back onto the dock, yet making no move to pull yourself up and away from him, squeezing his head gently to encourage him on. Submerging a hand to mess with his hair as if to encourage him.

Mer!Wolfwood huffing out as he began hungrily eating you out, sucking, lapping and nibbling at your pussy. Hands pulling your thighs to get closer, wishing he could hear the noises he was certain you making above the waters surface.

Mer!Wolfwood never slowing for a second, despite the boat pulling back up to the dock or the way you tried to yank him away with your hand. Instead slapping you away as he dove back in, this time more ruthlessly than before.

Mer!Wolfwood smirking as he knew how hard you were trying to not give away the fact you were being eaten out by some strange creature just below the water, reassuring them you were just getting use to the water as they walked away, hand clasping over your mouth as Mer!Wolfwood pressed a thumb roughly on your neglected clit.

Mer!Wolfwood cackling as you came on his face, him eagerly lapping up every morsel of your arousal.

Mer!Wolfwood surfacing to look at your blushing face, panting lewdly as you hid your face in your arms, weakly shooing him away as he dragged his tongue up your abdomen.

Mer!Wolfwood startling at the sound of children, feeling you shove him under the water as you tiredly greeted them with a bright smile. Ruffling their hair and indulging their conversations.

Mer!Wolfwood pouted as he watched you return you swimsuit bottoms and get out of the water, your cousins leading you away in favour of food being served in the kitchen.

Mer!Wolfwood risen from his sleep by vibrations in the water rousing him as he lazily swam to find the source, surprised to see you sitting on the beach in a silk robe as quietly tapped at the water.

Mer!Wolfwood crawling up the bank to you, watching as you swallow, face red in the moons light as you shrugged off the robe, your body bare beneath the fabric.

Mer!Wolfwood letting a satisfied deep chirp, a toothy grin stretched across his lips. He gently pulled you closer, teeth grazing your soft flesh as his arms spread your legs his cock unsheathed as he bit down on your collarbone, thrusting up into you as he did so.

Mer!Wolfwood squeezed your thighs as you cried out, eyes wide at the sudden intrusion. It was inhuman, oddly slicked wet and massive inside your equally wet cunt. You would never mention to anyone how you had already prepped yourself prior, face red with embarrassment.

Mer!Wolfwood ruthlessly ramming into you, teeth marking every inch of your body, hands finding your breasts and squeezing. He squeezed so hard you let out at pained cry, hands flying up to try and loosen his grip.

Mer!Wolfwood flipping you onto your stomach crushing you with his weight, thrusts as rough as ever, his teeth began marking your back, a hand pulling your hair back watching your face contorted between pain and pleasure.

Mer!Wolfwood growling as your moans reached his very core, causing the pace to pick up even more. The sound of you two echoing along with beach with the waves lapping at you two.

Mer!Wolfwood who didn't stop even as he came inside you, flipping you back over and pounding into you, the waves washing away the sand sticking to your stomach.

Mer!Wolfwood mesmerised by the way your breasts bounced at each thrust, taking one in his mouth and licking at the perked nipple as he came in you again. Yet he still relented, pounding into you all the while you pleaded him to stop or the very least slow down.

Mer!Wolfwood only tired when the first light of the sun touched the waters surface, stuffing you full one last time. Eyes admiring your fucked out face, shivering body, and the way his cum oozed from your leaking cunt.

Mer!Wolfwood trembled in glee, resting his prickly chin on your stomach, raised slightly from all the loads he stuffed you full of throughout your sinfilled night.

Mer!Wolfwood pulling you into the water, cleaning you up as your fingers brushed his hair. Leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips, scratching his jawline as he purred in response.

Mer!Wolfwood who no longer dreaded your family holidays, happily awaiting your return so he could indulge you with his desires and love. Happy to feel your soft hands claw lines into his back as he bred you dry.

A/N: all done! Hope you guys enjoyed this little AU, I went overboard with Wolfwood I just adore him too much.

[drunkenlionwrites]

my dirty thought is losing a bet with Wolfwood and Vash and my punishment is that they both face fuck me :)

damn nonnie, that's spicy! probably the dirtiest thing i've written so far During a long and full of booze kind of night in the middle of a Gunsmoke sand wasteland, where you've been bunking with Nicholas and Vash, somewhere along the way you've gotten too cocky about your shooting skills so you three made a bet on who was the fastest shooter. And, well, expectedly, you've lost the bet, the two guys, even while completely hammered, being the absolute powerhouses. The only little thing tho, the price for the lost bet was being fucked by the winners. The three of you drunkily sneakered while discussing the punishment before competing, but now the reality hit you and you've even felt inebriation leaving you. Vash even shyly told you that you can refuse the punishment alltogether and it's not a big deal to the mocking scoff of Nicholas. But you've thought about it for a moment and decided not to loose such a chance, cause both of your friends were always making you feel some sort of things, in all honesty. This is how you happened to be standing on your fours, while sucking off Nico's thick dick as he slammed it into you relentlessly, his fingers grabbing you by the scalp. With Vash standing beside him, looking at you with the biggest bedroom eyes, gently smaking your cheeks with his cock. You've been gagging and drooling on Nico's cock, when he pulled out of you and suggested for Vash to join him. They both slowly put their dicks in your pliant mouth and you began sucking on them slowly at first, moaning and whining from the sensation. You've never imagined that you could end up like this, but oh how you've enjoyed feeling like a total slut for them. Vash couldn't close his mouth for a second, almost screaming from pleasure, so Wolfwood chuckled at him and with a tug on Vash's neck brought his face closer to him and crushed his lips with his eager mouth. At this sight you began sucking them off with more vigor, trying to push them as deep into your throat as you could. The sensation of both of their dicks and their mouths being pressed to each other, and their dicks being in your mouth making you incredibly aroused, despite your physical struggle to finish them both off. In the end it seemed like you were not the only one so ungodly aroused, since you've felt first Vash, then Nico pulsing inside of your mouth, both Wolfwood's and Vash's hand coming to your hair to rhythmically thrust into your eager mouth. You could only do your best to relax your throat at take everything they were giving you. Damn, you hope you won't forget it the next day.

[fruitsoxs]

midnight munchies

sometimes getting high with your crush ends in success

pairings: Modern!wolfwood x AFAB!reader warnings: !nsfw minors dni!, smut, making out, fluff, kinda mentions being high (doesn't go into much detail about that), cunnilingus, fingering, adam sandler notes: this went a bit out of my control lol- i may or may not have a part 2 in the works. also i have like a bunch of headcannons for my modern wolfwood in this fic if anyone wants them-- word count: 2.2k words

“Remind me again why we can’t grab all these snacks?” The gravelly voice of your dearest friend Nicholas D Wolfwood asks, grabbing a few bags of chips from your kitchen. You sigh and shoot him a look. “Because I get the munchies and literally cannot control myself when I’m high.” You reply as the microwave beeps lightly. You pop open the door and grab the popcorn with a smile. Nic sets a bowl down next to you, and you give him a quiet thank you, before pouring the warm snack into the bowl.

It’s movie night - a now weekly tradition the two of you have developed. A night where you pick out a terrible movie, get high, and just hang out. 

You’ve only been friends with Nic for about a month now, after meeting on the balcony at some party you didn’t want to go to. It’s crazy how immediately the two of you clicked. And instead of making out and never talking again, you held yourself back from kissing this insanely attractive man and got his number instead. To be friends. 

Now the two of you are basically inseparable. Texting constantly, always hanging out during your free time, and basically becoming the ultimate pair of best buds. And although that relationship is great, you can’t help but long to be something more…intimate. You thought he was attractive the moment you saw him with his messy dark hair, and tan skin. He’s like straight out of a TV show. As you got to know him more though, you couldn’t help but just keep falling. He’s funny, nice, a bit of a loser, and he is really good with kids. He’s like a dream guy! 

Even now, as you sit next to him on your shitty ass couch, you can’t help feel your heart flutter within your ribs. The way he leans back, and puts his arm across the back of the couch- almost around your shoulders. The way he throws a chip in the air and catches it with his mouth so casually- his light chuckle as something funny happens in the movie. It’s all so perfect. 

You’re not even paying attention to the movie at this point, eyes focused on him with this small smile. You’re sure you look absolutely in love, but he’s not even paying attention to you.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Adam Sandler.” 

His eyes are hyper focused on the movie (Hotel Transylvania 4). You’re a little confused on why he’s actually invested in this movie, but he’s cute so whatever. His smile starts to widen, and his eyes glance over to you, as if he’s waiting for you to answer. 

“He’s not in this one?” You ask, turning your head to the screen with a slight blush. “How can you not tell?” Nic asks, laughing softly. 

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not an Adam Sandler expert like you.”

He laughs again, throwing his head back. He’s so cute. You break out into a little giggle of your own, and join him in what feels like a non-stop laugh session. Yeah- the effects are starting to hit you now for sure. As soon as you can catch your breath you cool down, and with a happy sigh you lean over resting your head on his shoulder.

He smiles when your head hits his shoulder and looks down at you. “This is kinda cute, you know.” He mumbles softly, only loud enough for you to barely hear it. Your cheeks turn a bit pink, and you let your thoughts inside your head flow through your lips without even thinking. “You’re kinda cute, you know.” you huff.

He smiles softly at the words, his eyes lighting up. “What was that?” He asks, an amused tone to his voice. “You gotta be louder than that.” He chuckles, flashing you a coy grin, before turning back to the movie.

“I said you’re kinda cute.” You repeat, this time louder. Suddenly you’re feeling a little brave. There’s an almost permanent smile on your lips, even as your heart thumps softly in your chest. Nic’s breathing stops for a moment, before his chest erupts into a light chuckle. He lowers his arms around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. You can feel the vibrations in his chest from the laughter, and smell the smoke on his clothes. 

He angles his head down to look at you. “Aww thank you darlin~” You can feel his breath against your face and it makes your heartbeat pick up. He looks at your relaxed expression and chuckles again. “Is it hitting you already?” He asks, his hand squeezing your shoulder softly. “You really are so cute…”

You make no effort to push yourself away, but hide your face a bit. “Don’t make fun of me like that I might actually explode.” You mumble, flustered beyond all belief. He puts his fingers under your chin, and lifts your face up so it’s facing his. 

“Adorable…” His hand drops, but you stay looking up at him. His tone is soft, but there’s a hint of amusement on his face.  “If I tell you a secret, will you promise me you won’t tell anyone?” he lowers his tone to a light whisper, leaning in closer so his lips graze your cheek. “Just between us?”

“I promise.” You mumble oh so softly, taking in his scent. Your eyes are a little wide, staring up at him with red cheeks. This feels intimate. 

“Okay…I think I like you.” He whispers, his tone so soft. “It’s dumb and cheesy I know, but I just…” he trails off with a sheepish smile. “Wanted to be honest with you. I mean we just smoked together, and I’m a little bit stoned, and you’re cute and this just feels right to tell you how I feel about you.” He rambles, lifting his head away a bit so you can see that he is serious.

It hits you hard. Really hard. He likes you too. You should kiss him, or tell him you feel the same way. Instead though, you give a little dramatic gasp. “This is crazy, but I…” you trail off, your teasing tone becoming more serious as your voice drops down an octave. “I think I like you too.” And when you say those words, they come out serious. You’re being honest.

His eyes widen, and it looks like he’s letting the news settle before he leans in more. “How much?” he asks with a tiny, playful smile. You lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, closing your eyes as you do. It’s a small kiss, and before he can kiss back you pull away. “That much.” 

In an instant he sweeps you up into his arms and pulls you onto his lap, his lips connecting with yours again. It’s a heated kiss, one filled with passion. He pulls you against him, and you have to hold back a whine as you rub against him softly. His tongue swipes against your lips, and as soon as you part them he’s shoving his tongue right into your mouth. He takes a little while to explore every inch he can, before he pulls away. It leaves both of you panting. 

“Wow.” Is all you can say, dazed from whatever that was. Nic doesn’t seem to be doing much better, nodding with a smile. “That was…really nice.” He agrees. “We should….keep doing that.” You mumble.

You both lean in for the kiss, picking back up where you stopped. Your hands rush to his hair as your lips move in sync. He puts his hands on your  waist, squeezing your body softly. He pulls away from the kiss, and pushes his lips against your neck. He trails kisses down, nibbling and sucking slightly. “N-Nic-” you moan and grind down slightly. He gasps at the pressure and lets out an honest to god whimper. “F-Fuck darlin’- you’re driving me crazy.” he mumbles against your skin.

You whisper a curse, your body heating up at the little nickname he calls you. “I love when you call me that.” You murmur. You feel him smile against your neck, and his lips leave your skin as he pulls back. “Oh is that so?” I guess I have to keep calling you that then, Darlin’~” He chuckles, watching your reaction. He must like it, because the next thing he does is lean down next to your ear. “Does it just make you melt?”

You let out a shaky moan, and his laughter vibrates against your ear. “You fucking tease.” You shoot at him with feign anger. He pulls away from your ear and instead presses his lips to yours again. A sweet little apology kiss. You grab onto his face and deepen it again.

It turns into a lazy open mouthed kiss soon enough, his tongue twirling around yours as soft moans leave your throat. As you pull away you bite his lip softly which causes him to grunt. Next thing you know you’re being flipped onto your back with him hovering over you. His lips are on yours again, and he trails his hand up your shirt. His hand is warm, and calloused. The skin to skin contact sends a shiver down your spine.

He slowly pushes his hand up further, cupping your breast, massaging it through your bra. You whimper against his lips, and in return he moves his hand to your other breast and gives it some attention as well. The feeling goes straight down, and you buck your hips up in a desperate attempt for some friction. 

He hums, and starts moving his lips down. He places phantom kisses over your clothed nipples, and keeps moving down. Your eyes widen at the realization of where this is going. His fingers dig into the waistband of your bottoms, and he pulls them off quickly. Now completely bare- he stares down at your exposed pussy. His pupils dilate with a hunger you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. He flicks his eyes back up to your face. “This okay?” He asks- voice soft.

You nod, but he doesn’t move. “I need a yes darlin’.” He mumbles. You can tell he’s excited, especially with the way his fingers dig into your thighs, but he’s still taking the time to make sure you’re alright. Cute.

“Y-Yes.” You manage to get out- despite being helplessly speechless by the situation. At your consent, his fingers trails down your stomach. Your breath hitches in your throat as he takes two fingers and dips them slowly through your folds. “So wet for me, and I’ve barely done anything…” He trails off, smirking as you twitch below him.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He growls softly, lifting your legs into the air. He starts trailing kisses down your thighs, lowering his head between your legs. It takes everything within you not to scream at him to hurry the fuck up. He bites the inside of your thigh ever so softly, before his face hovers your cunt.

His eyes meet yours and he smirks before letting out a warm breath against you. You whine and try to lift your hips up to meet his face, but he’s holding you down. “Now, have some patience. I promise you it will be worth it.” He coos, softly.

The noise you let out must tell him how desperate you are, because right after he chuckles and licks up your folds, never breaking eye contact. 

“Nicholas- oh my god!” You arch your back up and cry out. He smiles and slowly inserts a finger into you, soon joined another. “Let me hear all those pretty noises.” His mouth moves against your cunt. You sob out his name again, and he presses his tongue against your clit.

He licks and sucks at the sensitive bud, while his fingers curl inside of you. The noises you let out are loud, and rather sinful. You’re not sure if your neighbors are appreciating the symphony of lewd screams as much as Nic is- but you honestly don’t care much right now. Your hands drop to his head, gripping onto his hair as he eats you out. 

He moves his fingers in a certain way that has your toes curling, and it becomes clear that you’re already close to the end. “Nic I’m close-” You warn breathlessly.

He speeds up his fingers in response, mumbling praise against your folds. It’s enough to send you over the edge- and the orgasm hits you fast. 

“FUCK- I’m coming- oh god I’m-” You squeeze your eyes close as you yell out for him. The pleasure waves through you, causing your body to jerk around a bit. He works you through your climax, lapping up everything that flows out of you like a starved man.

You fall slack against the couch as he sits back up, wiping his face. He’s got this lazy, satisfied smile on his lips as he looks down at you. 

You reach your hand out to his dick, still trapped in his pants but he shakes his head. “Tonight is all about you.” He mumbles, grabbing your hand to intervene. He brings your palm up to his lips, and kisses it softly. He pulls you up and has you sit with your face rested against his chest. He wraps an arm around you lazily, and goes back to the movie.

“Hey Nic?”

“Yeah?”

“I thought I was the one who got the munchies while high”

“Shut up.”