#nicolas d wolfwood 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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[kodydrs]

- nobody ‘til somebody wants you dead

a/n: good morning!! I’m not dead. Just been on a long-ass hiatus and been jumping between fandoms. I haven’t been writing at all so take this wip that I started a few months ago.

warnings: enemies w/ benefits, teasing, restraints, reader isn’t a minor (despite their alias), wip, incomplete

‘You know you’d be a nobody if somebody didn’t want you dead?’ - Y/n the Kid.

Y/n the Kid. Better known by her shortened name, “the Kid” throughout No Man’s Land. One of the best bounty hunters on the Eastside. As a worker for Dr. William Conrad, it also made her one of the most powerful bounty hunters. Inhuman accuracy and a resistance to bullets would always unbalance a shootout.

‘You’re not to kill the Punisher.’ The Doctor had said to her.

‘And what if Knives wants him dead?’

‘It was a little bit funny, you know?’ Y/n giggled, perched over Wolfwood with a leg on either side of his hips. ‘The old man couldn’t give me an answer. Think that makes you pretty damn lucky that Knives doesn’t give a damn about your existence.’ Wolfwood groaned, tested the ropes that were holding him to the bed frame. A wicked smile crossed the bounty hunters face. ‘Come on, Nicki. You know I tie them well enough you can’t escape. I can’t believe you still think so lowly of me.’

‘Yeah well. Waiting patiently for the day you do them up wrong and then it’s you tied to this bed.’

‘I’m waiting as well. But guess you just ain’t all that.’ She mockingly pouted, fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. She’d removed his shirt before bounding his wrists, which made both their lives a whole lot easier unless she had the idea of obstructing his vision with an unmoving shirt, but that wasn’t her plan at the moment.

Wolfwood involuntarily bucked his hips when her touch neared his crotch. It made her flutter with excitement and achievement, even if this was far from the first time they’d done this. She carefully unbuckled his belt, watching the way his eyes focused on her hands.

‘Eager, are we?’ She teased, leaning down to kiss above his pubic bone. He denied, but actions spoke louder than words as he tried to follow her lips when she sat back up. She scooted back so her legs were opposing his knees and tugged his pants down from the thighs. The man’s face contorted as his crotch was met with cold air of the night. ‘Aww. You were excited to see me.’

[valitino]

i read a hc that nick is quiet by force of habit and…uhm uhhh…

[beanibon]

Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

[kindagayfish]

Here’s some more filth from me but this time it’s Wolfwood eating you out on your period >:)

Contains: nsfw, afab! reader (no pronouns mentioned), oral on period (no blood mentioned tho), Nico being a lil shit

“Fuuuck I never knew you could taste this good sweetheart” You feel Nico’s grin against your skin, his mouth and lips wet with you.

“Nicooo” You whine out, tugging at his hair “My sheets…”

“I’ll buy ya new ones, darlin, I promise”

”You could have..haaahh” A moan passes through your lips as he licks another stripe up your folds. “…put a towel down.”

Nico hums against you, his nose brushing against your clit, causing you to gasp. His hands keep your thighs from closing around his head as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Next time sweetheart, I promise.” His eyes flicker up to meet yours for a brief moment. “Now let me take care of you, yeah?”

[drunkenlionwrites]

MASTERLIST

TRIGUN

VASH THE STAMPEDE

Royal AU/Prince Vash x Knight reader

Royal AU/Prince Vash x Knight reader at the ball

Royal AU/Prince Vash x Knight reader beginning

Vash X reader who plays flute

First oral with Vash (f! receiving)

First oral with Vash (Vash receiving)

Vash x grieving s/o

Protective and comforting Vash

Vash thinking on dating a human woman

Morning cuddles with Vash

People watching

Vash with immortal s/o

Vash pining for reader

Vash biting (nsfw)

Vash x reader (eldritch horror au)

Vash crying during sex

Vash x physically strong muscular reader

Vash x touch-starved reader

Decay (hurt/comfort)

Uncanny Vash

Uncanny Vash smut (nsfw)

Vash tending to reader's wounds (sfw, fluff)

Clubbing with Vash (cyberpunk AU)

NICOLAS D WOLFWOOD

LIVIO THE DOUBLE FANG

First time with Livio

Morning cuddles with Livio

Livio x small reader (nsfw)

Livio proposing hc (sfw)

Livio x reader who wants family (sfw)

MILLIONS KNIVES

CSM

AKI HAYAKAWA

KISHIBE

Kishibe's kinks

JJK

SATORU GOJO

Lucid dreams

KENTO NANAMI

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji x bimbo girlfriend

Bodyguard!Toji x rich girl!reader

HONKAI STAR RAIL

HIMEKO

Himeko pampering you (nsfw)

Jealous Himeko (nsfw)

fem!reader caressing Himeko's breasts (nsfw)

Himeko nsfw alphabet

Himeko riding reader's face (nsfw)

SERVAL

Serval riling up reader (nsfw)

SAMPO

Sampo pegging h/c (nsfw)

Sampo x fem!reader who works at Natasha's clinic (sfw)

GEPARD

Jealous Gepard (nsfw)

Gepard pegging h/c (nsfw)

DAN HENG

A tale of tails (nsfw)

Jealous Dan Heng

Reader straddling Dan Heng's lap and holding his chin

Creampie with Dan Heng (nsfw)

Lapis Lazuli (nsfw)

BALDUR’S GATE 3

ASTARION

Spawn!Astarion x reader post ending headcanons

Savium (kisses headcanons)

MK1

SYZOTH

NSFW headcanons

Sleeping headcanons

Overprotective Syzoth (drabble, hurt/comfort)

Heavenly (drabble, nsfw)

[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.

[beanibon]

Mary on a Cross

Prompt: in which an over cocky Nicholas D. Wolfwood thinks you're nothing but a innocent, defenceless reporter. Until you have him crucified on his cross.

Warnings: smut, edging, overstimulation, cock warming, slight religious wording, praise, sexual fantasies, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), face-riding, suffocation, bottom wolfwood and top reader.

A/N: reader is female leaning, but please feel free to interpret reader however you feel comfortable. And don't hesitate to ask for submissions if you want something specific with another character.

🚫 Minors DNI 🚫

A crumpled cigarette hung loosely from Nicholas's heat dried lips, smoke occasionally escaping by irregular puffs of air. The Suns heat wasn't helping his predicament, grunting as glared down at the wavering horizon.

"Fuck, if I had've known you felt this good, I would've fucked you long ago."

A dark chuckled followed, watching as your body contorted by the way he held you, eyes rolled to back of your skull. One hand held you up by your chin, the other mercilessly rubbing your clit. Your back was pressed against him, gagging out a strangled cry of pleasure as Nicholas thrusted in you, the other reason you were being held up, toes just brushing against the burning sand.

"You look just a good as the Punisher in my hands, only this is way more hotter." Nicholas cooed sadistically, a coy smirk gracing his lips.

As he held you, much like he would when whirling his signature cross shaped gun, Nicholas continued to mercilessly fuck your pussy. Rough fingers spreading you open, pinching at the sensitive bud of nerves.

"Wo-Wolfwood. . ." You gasped out, eyes turning to the Undertaker. "Wake. . . Up."

"Huh?" Wolfwood cocked a brow up, ceasing all movement.

"Wake up," You repeated, "wake up."

♡~♡~♡~♡

Nicholas jolted awake, met with a sharp jolt of the car, confirming they were still on the road. Rubbing at his eyes, his gaze turned to small reporter squished in the middle seat.

You looked pathetic as you pouted up at him, a hand placed gently on his chest. Nicholas raised a brow down at you before averting his gaze, hoping his unholy fantasies remained just those.

"Sorry for you waking you, you were just really heavy, plus getting pushed into Vash's metal arm is not as comfortable as you think." A light, yet awkward laugh was heard. You knew Nicholas wouldn't apologise, he never did when he crushed you underneath him, but you at least hoped the Undertaker would be kind enough to take your words into consideration.

"Well it ain't my fault you're so comfortable, sweet cheeks." There is was, the cocky remark you knew was awaiting you.

Releasing a sigh, you shuffled closer to the snoring blonde, hoping it would save you from becoming a pillow yet again. You prayed the next town was close, what you'd give to lay comfortably in a bed, not suffocating between two men in the back-seat.

Eventually Meryl did find a town, and in good time as the cars charge was practically diminished. While everyone stretched their legs, Roberto put you in charge of finding them a place to stay, to which you ran off immediately happy to be away from group for a bit.

Nicholas watched as you walked off, Punisher slung over his shoulder, his previous dream tugged cruelly at his mind. You never paid him any mind despite enduring his constant sly comments, flirtatious nicknames, and much more. Other than that, you were entirely at his mercy, assuming he did that to everyone.

You wasted no time in sorting out rooms, relieved there was at least three still available. You figured the boys could figure out amongst themselves who would bunk with who, leaving the other to rest in peace alone, while you and Meryl share the final room.

Once everyone arrived you filled them all in, Meryl happy she you and her could have some privacy. Finally you two could fill each other in on any gossip, or silent rants you both had to bite back from the rest of your travel companions. You already knew what you wanted to spit out, flashing an annoyed glance up at the Undertaker, who selfishly snatched the single room key from Vash's unsuspecting hand.

You were quick to settle into the comfort of the Motels room, collapsing on the bed, thanking whatever god existed for blessing you with a bed to sleep on. Watching as Meryl unpacked spare clothes, eager to change into something much more light and comfortable in the remaining heat.

"Oh! I forgot to mention, Wolfwood brought your pack from the car." Meryl spoke an a slight agitated tone.

"He didn't think of giving it to me when I handed out the keys? Why does he have to be so annoying, talk about a complete dick." You grumbled, begrudgingly removing yourself from the comfort of the bed. "Guess I'll be back then."

Leaving the room, you approached Wolfwoods room, knocking on the door. He was quick to answer, staring down at you like you disturbed his seconds of relaxation.

"I believe you have my pack, can I have it please." You held out a hand expectantly, only for dark eyes to look you up and down and moving away, door left wide open.

You let out an irritated sigh, entering and heading over to where your pack rested next to the giant cross.

Hearing the door click shut, you turned to give Wolfwood a quizzical look. His dark eyes bore into yours, swallowing thickly as his leaned his weight against the door, blocking your only escape.

"You really piss me off, sweetheart. Standing with your back to me is a dangerous thing, ya know," Wolfwood stalked closer, teeth grinding together. "You seem to make that same mistake constantly, if I didn't know any better I'd say you take pleasure in it."

You had turned your back to him, not taking his words seriously in the slightest.

"Is that so?" You spoke as if distracted, index finger hooking under one of the many straps that kept the Punisher covered.

Two hands found their way onto the curves of your hips, hot breath causing the hairs to rise on your neck. "I'd say you like torturing me, someone ought teach you a-"

"Lesson?" You interrupted, a crazed smirk gracing your gentle lips. "I think it's quite the opposite, you just need to be put in your place."

Wolfwood frowned, grunting in surprised as you caught him by his collar, tugging him closer. He felt his clothes grow tighter, hands squeezing your hips as he pressed against you.

You allowed his advances, busy untying the Punisher from its restraints. It was amusing releasing how oblivious he was to your actions, until you pushed the cross roughly onto the empty bed, snapping the man from his advances.

"Take your clothes off," Nicholas froze, returning his eyes to you. His expression was clearly one of annoyance, displeased with how rough you had been with his toy. "I'm not going to repeat myself."

Nicholas chuckled, giving your waist a quick squeeze. "Impatient aren't we? Why don't we savour this moment, let me bask in the victory of taking the sweet, innocent little reporters virginity eh?"

A scoff escaped you, followed by a harsh laugh. You pushed away Nick's hands, turning to face the man, leaning in close. "How bold of you to assume that I haven't been fucked before, you're not the first man that's taken me to bed Mr Undertaker."

You close the gap, lips connecting in an intoxicating kiss. A kiss that made Nicholas relax, cupping your cheek with a hand to deepen it.

You took that opportunity, pushing him backwards on the bed, back colliding against the cold metal of the heavy cross. Thankful his clothes protected him from feeling the full cold from the machine gun.

Nicholas would've like to protest, to nip some sly, flirteous comment your way, but he was silenced by the way your arms hoisted the dress from your body. Matching laced panties and bra on full display for him to drink in, you took that moment to tug sweetly at his own clothes until the two of you began to undress him.

Once he was fully nude, hardened cock twitching in anticipation of all the things he'd like to do, to show you he'd be the only one you dared to remember fucking your brains out. The only one you'd return to for a good time.

You shuffled onto his lap, leaning down to trap him in other addictive kiss. Hands massaging over his shoulders, loosening his tense muscles and moving them where you needed them. The two of you pulled away, Nicholas smirking up at you, attempting to move a hand to squeeze your ass, only to freeze.

Nicholas swung his head down to his arms, eyes wide as he looked down at the leather straps that shielded his cross in clothe, holding him down against the Punisher itself. He went to move his other arm, only to find it in the same predicament, same with his feet.

"He-hey, the hell did you do?" Nicholas hissed, fighting against the restraints that held him in place. He was on full display, left completely vulnerable where he lay.

"Fulfilling your sick, twisted fantasies." You simply said, sitting up to admire your handiwork.

You slid forwards, sitting comfortably on Nicholas's chest. He froze enamoured by the sight, taking in your holy form that glowed in the moons light, wanting nothing more than to be inside you. Maybe this wasn't exactly what he had in mind, the position especially, but fuck you looked absolutely perfect.

Looking down at him with half lidded eyes, you smiled sweetly. "If you don't make me cum, it'll take a lot longer before I even think about making you feel good."

Nicholas opened his mouth to return teasing, only you didn't allow him the chance before you shifted your weight to his face, thighs quivering as his stubble prickled your skin, the sensation that much more intoxicating. You started rolling your hips, fingers tangled into the dark locks of the man beneath you, who's body tensed and jolted at each movement.

He groaned against your slit, nose pressed against your clit at each roll of your hips. Nicholas's let out a noise in between a squeak and a moan, eyes wide at the tightness in his chest, the realisation that he couldn't breath flooded over him and his senses. You sighed as he body jolted in protest, responding by squeezing him tighter between your thighs.

"I suggest you get to work, otherwise I'm afraid you'll pass out long before we get a chance to fuck properly." You teased, never ceasing your movement.

Eyes rolled to the back of his skull, Nicholas in desperation for air began lapping at your leaking folds. It earned him a holy moan, the noise making him see stars, or that could be due to the oxygen being squeezed from his lunges. Either way, the noises you made sounded heavenly, reaching his very core.

It felt like hours had passed, each hour leading to another darkened spot in his vision. Nicholas felt his body jolt as he truly began to feel the pain in his chest, fingers frantically clawing at the mechanisms as your pace picked up.

Your core began to throb, panting as you tugged harder on his dark locks, forcing him deeper. Your orgasm came quicker than you wished for, drenching the poor man's face in your fluids. Releasing Nicholas, he gasped for air, chest heaving as he desperately sucked oxygen into his burning lungs.

Leaning forward, you crushed you lips against his slick covered one's. The kiss was rough and bruising, knocking the air from him for the second time. Strings of saliva keeping him connected once you pulled away, decorating his face in gentle pecks.

"Such a good boy, you seem to have earned yourself a reward." You cooed, fingers circling his nipples.

Nicholas hated the idea of begging, but he couldn't take it any longer. Nick managed a strangled, breathless "please", hands clawing at the barrels at each end of the Punisher. What he would give to have them dig into those plush thighs, squeezing your ass as you bounced on his neglected cock.

"I'm sorry, did the almighty Wolfwood beg? My my, how delightful," You giggled as he let out a groaned, ass pressed against his twitching cock. "Beg some more and maybe then you'll get to be fucked senseless."

Fuck you were cruel, and it didn't help that you looked like an angel while doing it. The moonlight making you glow like some holy ghost, perhaps there was a God, for he sent him the most beautiful woman on the entire planet.

"Ple-please, I want you. Just hurry up and fuck me, I can't take it anymore." Nicholas managed to buck to hips, squirming as his restraints dug into his skin.

You didn't say anything, only smirked as you teased his tip, smeering his precum along your folds. Nicholas groaned, trying his hardest to buck up inside you.

Seeing the normally confident man unravel before your very eyes was rewarding, no flirtatious remarks, no sly comments or nicknames. You felt accomplished, all those times he teased you, made you feel like some small spec he could just walk all over. Was nothing more than a pleading mess beneath you.

Crashing your hips down, Nicholas choked back a loud moan, not wanting anyone to hear the sinful act they were indulged in. His cock felt amazing inside you, thick, veiny and massive, filling you up so perfectly. You lowered yourself further, until you had fully engulfed his cock inside you, appreciating just how amazing it felt.

Unfortunately the man below you lacked the same appreciative nature his angel enjoyed, cock twitching in desperation. "For fucks sake woman! Just fuck me already!"

You smiled at him, a look of absolute innocence present on your face. Hands placed on his chest, lifting yourself up until you were completely free of his cock, only to cruelly slam back down. Nicholas cried out, mouth agape as you roughly fucked him into his cross.

Strangled moans and cries of "fuck" were all that was heard from the man, stars forming in his vision at each harsh slam of your hips against his own. He already felt cum drip from inside you onto his balls, face red at how a single thrust made him come so quickly.

"Such a beautiful sight, my sweet Undertaker, an absolutely gorgeous mess you are. Face covered in my cum, I believe you've already cummed twice." Your voice sounded so sweet, so enchanting, Nicholas knew he came for a second time, your cruel pace milking him for all he's worth.

Praises poured from your mouth akin to honey, sweet and sensual. Perhaps you were the devil in an angels body, seducing him to sin so carelessly. Nicholas lost count of the amount of times he came that night, body limp as you continued to roll your hips, pain and pleasure merging into a beautiful display of fucked senseless. He knew he looked stupid, drool dripping from his lips, eyes rolled to the back of his skull, tears staining his tanned, cum stained face. Yet despite it all, he looked beautiful to you, as he mumbled incoherent word vomit.

Once you reached your high for what felt like the millionth time that night, milking Nicholas's cock dry, you release the poor man. Watching as his cum leaked from your dripping pussy, the scene awfully sinful.

You leaned down freeing the man from his restraints, not like he had any strength to move anyway. Brushing the stray locks of hair from his face, as gently as possible you moved from your seat, hauling the practically lifeless man off the Punisher and pushing it to the floor.

You knew Nick would have no strength to clean himself up, so you did it for him, grabbing a towel and cleaning the mess from his face and aching cock. He tried mumbling something, causing you to laugh, he sounded so precious.

"Just rest Wolfwood, let me take care of you now." You hummed, placing the towel on the dusty bedside table.

"Nic-Nicholas. . ."

"Huh?"

"Call me Nicholas." The man panted out, eyes never leaving the wooden ceiling.

A sweet smile graced your face, tucking the exhausted Undertaker under the thin sheets before crawling in next to him, pulling him into you. He instantly buried his face in your chest, hands tiredly exploring your body, something he wasn't able to do prior.

You felt perfect to him, skin soft against his rough, calloused hands. You were beautiful, even if you were devil.

"Go to sleep Nicholas, I'll be right here." And sleep he did, gladly passing out with you snug in his arms, tracing small circles on his back.

♡~♡~♡~♡

Nicholas groaned as the sun peeked through the tattered curtains, pain erupting all over his body as he attempted to turn away. His whole body was stiff, muscles screaming in protest to the simplest of actions.

"Take it easy, you had quite the night last night, don't wanna overdo it." A familiar voice called out, causing Nick to jolt upwards hissing in pain from his body and the splitting headache.

"Hey! I said take it easy!" You yelped, helping to steady him holding a flask up to his lips, in which chugged down. "Sorry, I should've given you water before you fell asleep, it probably would've lessened that headache."

So it wasn't a dream? Wasn't some sick fantasy he had fallen asleep to? You really did fuck him crucified on the Punisher?

He eyes met your unfazed, yet cheerful face, giving him an innocent smile.

Yet he knew just how uninnocent you truly were.

"Oh and another thing, we got a noise complaint, good thing the owner isn't gonna charge us since it was our only one." You laughed, watching as Nick's face turned red.

"You really are a fucking devil."

A/N: Hiya everyone! I hope you enjoyed, this is my first post on tumblr and I wholly accept constructive criticism as I've only ever posted in private discord servers.

Let me know what you think and I look forward to do more in the very near future!

[beanibon]

Can I request for Wolfwood with an AFAB bimbo reader or maybe an air-headed reader smut? It's okay if you feel uncomfortable or don't want to write it.

Of course that's okay! Honestly this sounds like so much fun to write!

TW: rough sex, angry sex, praise and degradation (mostly Wolfwood pouting on how reader was oblivious to his advances, nothing overly degrading),

Nicholas was furious, it'd been weeks and you still hadn't taken notice of his advances. He was growing impatient, no amount of sympathetic encouragement from Vash or Meryl could get him to calm down. He was getting antsy.

Here you were dragging Nicholas into a store that caught your attention, arms wrapped around one of his. You drove him insane, constantly wrapping yourself against him, yet couldn't get it through your head when he'd flirt back.

You took everything as a compliment, strangers catcalling you was a personal pet peeve of Wolfwood's, the way you'd wave at them, thank them. He wanted to strangle you at times, maybe even fuck some sense into you. Honestly what was it going to take to get it through your thick skull that he liked you?

A honey laced laugh dragged him from his unholy thoughts, dark eyes locked onto you as the store clerk obviously flirted with you. But yet again, you took no notice, just sweetly telling the old fuck how kind he was.

Nicholas had, had enough.

Stalking towards you like prey to a predator, an enraged expression that caused the shop attendant to cower before the Undertaker, he grabbed what you had in your hands, slamming a couple of double dollar bills on the counter. You blinked, before turning and smiling up at Nicholas, his ears red at your expression.

"Thank you Wolfwood! You honestly didn't have to pay for that, I have my own money." Nicholas was about to pop a vein.

He offered you grin, teeth grinding together at the way you sweetly waved to the old man behind the counter, bidding the pervert farewell. With the Punisher slung over his shoulder, Nicholas snaked an arm around your waist, leading you into a quiet alleyway. You were clearly oblivious to his intentions, admiring the necklace he had impatiently bought you.

Driving the cross into the ground, Nicholas bent over your small form, looking at the silver chained pendant with boredom. His hips pressed firmly into your ass, causing you to turn around and look at him.

"Wolfwood?" He hummed in response, awaiting for you to catch on to what he was doing. "If you wanted a closer look, you could've asked, it's beautiful isn't it!" You proudly showed his the necklace, and Nicholas was about to snap, eye twitching as he looked at the cheap jewellery.

"Yeah, it's real pretty sweetheart, but I think I different kind of jewellery would look beautiful around that neck of yours." Wolfwood flashed you his signature smirk, except this time it was laced with insatiable lust.

Tilting your head up at the man, your brows furrowed so adorably as you thought, Nicholas getting his hopes up at your clear calculations. Only for several bricks to drop their weight upon him, crushing him under how innocently stupid you were.

"I don't think there's anything else that goes around people's necks, chokers maybe, but they're a form of necklace though." You look at Nicholas, confusion etched in your features as he was leaning against a wall, hands rubbing at his face. Oh how he wanted to bang his head against that damned wall over and over again.

Straightening up, inhaling as he turned, he walked towards you. Leaning in close, so that you could smell the tobacco on his breath. "I like you sweetheart."

Your eyes lit up, smiling as you jumped up and down on the spot. "I like you too Wolfwood!" Nicholas raised a brow, hesitant to express excitement. "You're the greatest friend anyone could ask for!" There it was.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nicholas groaned, dragging the hand down his face as stared at your sunshine smile. If you weren't going to get it anytime soon, he might as well speak a language you'd be sure to understand.

Before you could process what was happening, Wolfwood slammed your body against the wall, pinning you beneath his form. Dark eyes glared you down, drinking in the way your body didn't shy away from his.

"Wolfwood? What's wrong?" Your voice was meek, worry etched on your face for him, despite the predicament you were in.

A smirk tugged at his lips, chuckling darkly at your annoying innocence. "You don't seem to understand what I'm saying y/n, so I'll fuck it into you. Yeah, that way you'll understand exactly what's wrong with me, and how you drive me mad at how utterly stupid you are."

"Huh? I don't unde- Wolfwood!?"

Rough hands grabbed your hips, spreading them as his knee dug into your sex. His actions weren't soft, dragging your hips against his upper leg in a rushed attempt to get you soaked for him. Only it worked, you could already feel yourself leaking juices at the harsh stimulation, hands placed on his chest.

"Like I said sweetheart, gonna fuck some sense into you." Nicholas smirked, removing his knee to rip your underwear off, unzipping his fly to ease the tension of his hardening cock. "Now be a good girl, will ya?"

Aligning his dick with you entrance, you shuddered as it entered your plush folds, sucking him in as you clamped around his cock. Your legs were quickly wrapped around his waist, thrusting into you before you could adjust. Your moans urging him faster as he slammed you over and over again against the wall behind you, slamming your hips down to meet his.

"Wo-Wolfwo-"

"Nicholas."

"Ni-Nico~"

Nicholas growled, the nickname fell so prettily from your lips, driving him wild as his lips smashed against yours. His thrusts became harder, faster desperate to make you come. And it wasn't long before you did, whining against his lips as your legs quivered, coming all over his cock. A satisfied chuckle sounded from the gruff man, pulling out as he roughly fisted his cock, releasing his seed over your thighs.

Your blissful, fucked out face was what made Nicholas's face grow a smug smile, stuffing his fingers roughly into your dripping cunt. You cried out, shaking squeezed against his intruding digits.

"Good, you already want more of me. Don't worry gorgeous, soon your body will be nothing but familiar with my cock, I'm sure that's something you won't forget any time soon." He sneered, curling them cruelly until your toes curled, back arched into him.

Nicholas leaned in close, teeth grazed your skin as he chuckled against you. He'd make sure you were nothing but sure of what he was to you, and if that meant fucking you until the sun rose the next day, then so be it

"Why don't we go somewhere more private? That way, I can fuck you however I damn well please." You nodded, leaning against his shoulder.

You were in for a long, cruel night.

I tried Anon! I hope you enjoy it, Sorry it was short!

[beanibon]

Inexperienced!Wolfwood x Reader

I wanna apologise to the Anon that requested this, I had accidentally queued it instead of saving it to drafts and by deleting it I deleted there request. So to not let them down I'll still be fulfilling their request they just unfortunately won't be notified which I apologise for again.

I do hope you enjoy Anon when you see this!

TW: oral (m!receiving), inexperienced sex, nipple play, clit play, marking, creampie, unprotected sex.

As much as Wolfwood was cocky, flirtatious and a constant pain in your ass at whispering innuendoes in your ear, he couldn't be more embarrassed to admit he's never actually had sex with a woman before.

His hesitation had you surprised, splayed on the bed on your hotel room, bare and spread for him to ravage. Only Wolfwood stood there, dumbfounded despite the discomfort between his legs. Hands stuffed in his pocket, rocking back and forth as he grimaced your way.

"You okay over there?" You asked, closing your legs as you observed the man.

"Ye-yeah! What ever do you mean? I'm perfectly fine, just taking in the view?" He stuttered, coughing into his hand before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

You frowned, standing as you made your way over to Wolfwood, who tensed as your hands cupped his face. "Nicholas, what's the matter? And don't lie to me!"

Nicholas swallowed, averting his gaze in embarrassment, only to land on your breasts. He felt himself drooling, drinking up every bit of you exposed before him, plush skin angelic in the moonlight. Forgetting entirely what you had asked, until he was being pulled from his trance, meeting your firm gaze again.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood, you will tell me what's the matter." You demanded.

Am inward groan sounded from the man, his hands prying yours from his skull, eyes closed as he contemplated what to even say.

"I haven't had sex before," He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. It sounded ridiculous out loud, the overly flirtatious Nicholas D. Wolfwood who lived off flustering every woman in sight, had never had sex before in his life. "Shocker, I know..."

Yet you didn't tease him, hands smoothing over his revealing shirt. "Well, why don't we change that? If you want to that is?"

All he could muster was a nod, licking his chapped lips as you lead him to the bed, sitting him down at the edge. Your hands slowly began to undress him, freeing his hardened cock as it lewdly slapped his lower stomach. Nicholas groaned at the way you laughed so sweetly, admiring his cock.

"Someone's a little excited," You giggled, those soft hands running up his shaft, face pressed against it. "Let me loosen you up a bit, get you more comfortable."

"What the hell do you mea-A-Ah!"

Nicholas tensed, watching as your tongue dragged along his veiny shaft, pressed against the tip where your saliva mixed with his dribbling precum. Those soft hands pumped at his cock, slow and deliberate while you sucked at the tip.

Groaning Nicholas leaned back, hand over his mouth to muffle his voice from getting too loud. Releasing his cock with a loud 'pop!', those lidded eyes staring up at him.

"Nico, are you feeling good?" You cooed sweetly, smirking at his shy nod. "That's good baby, why don't we make you feel even better?"

You stood from where you had been crouched, sitting on Wolfwood's lap, cock sandwiched between his stomach and yours. Lips pressed against his in a needy kiss, raising your hips to slowly sink down onto his twitching dick, moans muffled by your kiss.

Pulling away, admiring the string of drool still connecting you two, those bruised lips looking good on someone normally so cocky. Not to mention Nicholas's blissed out face, tinted red with eyes clouded in lust. It was like he was staring at an angel, an entirely seductive angel that had his cock snuggly buried inside their warm, wet cunt.

Your hips dragged, causing Nicholas to grunt, calloused hands awkwardly gripping your waist. Patiently you relocated them, keeping one hand on your waist, while you guided the other to rub stimulating circles over your clit.

"Good boy, do what feels natural, okay?" Your voice sent tantalising shivers up Nicholas's spine, hips moving to sloppily thrust up into you in time with your movements.

His fingers pinched and pressed against your clit, eliciting addictive mewls of pleasure from you. Then you felt the sharp prick of teeth sinking into your delicate flesh, leaving bloodied indents on your shoulder. Licking the blood drops, Nicholas leaned you back slightly, enveloping your nipple in his mouth.

Small fangs dug unto the plush mound, tongue circling the nipple as he suckled on it. Once you moved your arms around his neck, his other hand moved to cup your neglected breast, massaging it as you whined.

Both your movements picked up speed, Nicholas's uncoordinated and inexperienced, yours needy and experienced.

"Nico, I'm gonna..."

"Yea-yeah I know, fuck yer squeezin' me!" Nicholas grunted, returning to sucking at your nipples.

Your body jolted, shuddering as your high came crashing over you, coating Nicholas's cock in your liquids. Warmth spread along your body and within you, basking in it until your eyes widened, staring at Nicholas who was resting against you.

"Did...Did you just cum in me?"

Nicholas hummed, looking up as he blinked, unfazed by your urgency. "Yeah, so?"

"Wolfwood!" You scolded, panicking slightly. "Moron, I better not get pregnant!"

"You won't, geez worrying o'er nothin'." He slurred, falling backwards while taking you with him.

"We're travelling with two reporters, a man who brings trouble wherever he steps foot, and not mention an over cocky Undertaker that thinks shooting shit is the only answer. I better not get pregnant."

"Alright, alright, then after all this is over I'll retire, look after ya." Nicholas trailed kisses along your face, massaging small circles along the small of your back.

"You're first time and you're already pestering me about retirement and kids, why don't we take it slow there Mister." You laughed, placing a lasting kiss against his lips.

"Fine then beautiful, we'll take it slow." Nicholas chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

I hope you enjoyed Anon! And I apologise again for accidentally deleting your initial request, I hope you can find it easily!

[valitino]

this is the last time i try to post my perfectly sfw vashwood comic on here

[valitino]

i like to imagine ww as the neediest masc bottom you’ve ever met