#knives smut

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How Submissive or Dominant They are

Includes: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Million Knives, Livio, Legato, and Milly Thompson

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader with a vagina, oral (m and f receiving), piv sex, nipple play, anal fingering, teasing, face sitting, thigh riding, bondage, pegging

Note: may have gone overboard but I hope this feeds the fellow Trigun fans!

Milly

• Milly is honestly the most vanilla and submissive of all of them.

• She’ll do whatever you like, letting you eat her out or her go down on you, but she wants to be told what do. She’s eager and loves making you happy however she can.

• Not the most adventurous, but if you really want to try something new, she’ll always try it at least once! Nothing too rough though, she’s overly wary of her size and strength and worries about hurting you.

• Overall a big sweetie teddy bear, she loves being with you and making you happy and having fun with you.

“Hey baby, you feeling up for another round?” She chirps from under your thighs, the movement making your overstimulated clit tingle. “I can eat you out again!”

“Milly I can’t do another,” you groan, but before a cute pout settles on her face, you slide down her body to her thighs. “But what if I eat you out and you play with your chest?”

A shy look goes across her face, but she quickly rearranged the pillows to lean back, looking down at you reclining between the soft pillows of her thighs. A big, somewhat sheepish smile spreads across her face as she cups her sizable chest, shifting a little as you look at how wet she is.

“Like this?” She asks, pinching nipples as you smirk at her proudly.

“Just like that pudding cup, just like that.”

—

Livio

• Also a big teddy bear, he’s also fairly vanilla.

• He’s been through a lot and is already a big softie, so when he’s not letting you take the lead and following your guidance, he’s the softest, cuddliest dom there is.

• He loves cuddle fucking, especially after rough days, and sometimes on those rough days he wants nothing more than to be your good boy and have you order him around. Be gentle though, he’s still a very sensitive guy.

• Top tier cuddle partner, prepare for lots of sleepy hugs and slow love making with him.

“Is this okay?” Livio’s deep voice rumbled against your chest, honey colored eyes blinking at you half-lidded from where he lay next to you, your chest covered in wet kisses.

“You’re doing wonderful,” you smile softly, stroking his soft hair, leaning forward to kiss him again.

“D’you wanna go further?” He asked softly, one of his large hands trailing down to knead your ass.

You nod as you slowly grind your bare pussy against his cock, feeling it twitch when your lips caught on the head. “Yes…can I just sit on you for a bit though?”

His cheeks flush at your question, and he slips inside you, getting little resistance after having fingered you for half an hour earlier. Keeping you flush against his hips, his eyelids hang heavier as he lets out a sigh. “Yea, jus’ please don’t move too much. ‘M so close already.”

—

Meryl

• Meryl is definitely a switch, and she’s not super kinky but she’s definitely not vanilla.

• She likes being a pillow princess and getting pampered, but she also loves being in charge. Just because she’s small doesn’t mean she can’t take charge and be damn good at it.

• She likes mild brat taking sometimes too, and does enjoy using big strap-ons on her partner, but she also just enjoys taking things slow and gentle. It depends on her mood and yours honestly, but most of the time she would like to stop thinking so much and let you lead.

• Meryl is a firecracker though, so she might get a little bratty with you too.

“Hold still a second Meryl,” you huffed, the the little vibrating end of strap-on you were wearing making you feel a little shaky. “Lemme catch my breath.”

Meryl huffed, but stayed still, the large size of the toy making her shiver. It was one of those days when Meryl asked to be treated, and she’d been dutifully laying still and letting you lead, but you could tell she was getting impatient.

“Just a minute more—hey!” You gasped suddenly, the toy pressing harder against your clit without warning. Looking up, you saw Meryl leaning on her hands, using all of her strength to propel herself forward onto the strap. “Meryl!”

“Sorry I just need,” she stopped to let out a drawn out moan as she pulled back and thrust herself forward again. “Need more. Now.”

Huffing, you leaned over to press her into the bed, watching her eyes go wide as you started thrusting into her, both of you moaning. “Alright, I’ll give you more~”

—

Vash

• If Meryl is a switch, then Vash is a super-switch.

• Vash loves pleasing you and topping, watching you come undone under him and seeing your pleasure-filled face makes him the happiest man alive. He may not always be the most confident in himself, but his determination to make you happy overrules his insecurities.

• Sometimes though, he likes just being your sweet boy, letting you collar him or spank his ass if you like. He likes a little teasing and sometimes edging, or just being doted on while you finger him if you want, just give lots of cuddles afterward.

• He’s pretty needy all around, a need to please, need for affection and needing to give and receive love all around, be sure to indulge him.

He looked angelic under you, flushed skin glistening with sweat and his expression pleading as he looked up at you with puppy eyes. You almost felt bad for making him wait. Almost.

“Shhh just wait a minute baby,” you cooed at him, petting his thigh lovingly. “Can you hold out just a second more?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped, trying to stay still as you kept two fingers inside his hole, his mouth trembling as he looked at your glistening folds above him. “Anything for you I can do it. I can do it.”

You shushed him again gently, waiting for him to quiet down a bit before speaking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to wait much longer okay? That’s my good boy.”

You moved your fingers suddenly, making his awaiting face surge up to lay his open mouth on your folds, making you whine out at his intensity. It didn’t take long for you both to come hard, Vash pulling you down to kiss you reverently as you still shook from your orgasm.

—

Wolfwood

• Nicholas is a bit of a switch, but leaning more towards a dom. Either postion, he loves to tease.

• He just can’t help himself if he’s the one being more submissive, he’s gonna be a brat and might try to turn the tables on you. One minute he’ll be shaking his hips as you peg him, urging you to swat his behind, and the next he’s flipping you over to ride the strap like his life depends on it.

• When he doms, he still teases, but instead he’s edging you or manhandling you playfully while he’s saying absolutely sinful things in your ear. Sometimes he’ll even just make you do all the work while he smokes a cigar or sips some whiskey.

• He’s absolutely filthy when he wants to be, but also playful, and he’s pretty good at aftercare.

Wolfwood rotated his hips against yours, making your insides flutter as he held you in place. One of his hands gripped one of your thighs, while the other held your wrists above your head, preventing you from grabbing him like you wanted to.

“That feel good babe? The way you’re squeezing me sure makes me thinks so,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leaned down, his nose touching yours. “C’mon, tell me how it feels and I’ll get started, ‘kay?”

“You feel so good Nic,” you whined, unable to stop yourself as you squirmed under him. “Please move, I wanna touch you.”

That did the trick, as he released your wrists to instead cup your face in both hands, chuckling as your hands scrambled to grab him. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?” He smiled, groaning a bit when your palms passed over his nipples.

You were about to tease him, but he quickly started pumping into you, making you both moan. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved at a rough pace, his hands staying on your cheeks as he gave wet kisses.

—

Legato

• Legato isn’t really into letting someone else take the reins. When he does, he prefers it involving lots of praise.

• He can be pretty mean at times, degrading and teasing you when he doms, but he’s not always super rough. Don’t expect him to be super touchy feely though, he’s got some issues and that’s a lot to unpack.

• He gets a bit more agreeable if he’s subbing, he doesn’t want to be dominated per se, just given some orders and told he’s doing good for once. Actually if you praise him while he’s domming, he’ll still be smug and a bit rough, but you might notice him soften a little.

• Overall, don’t be rough on him if he gives you the opportunity to lead, but try to be soft to him when he’s in charge, and he’ll do the same.

“Look at you,” he looked you up and down as you lay there tied to the bed posts, making you whimper at his dark gaze. “You look so…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, opting to let out a huff instead, tracing a finger down your naked torso to the puffy lips of your cunt. He appraised you for a moment, running his gloved thumb over your folds before pulling his pants down to free his dick.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, giving his dick a few lazy pumps. You shivered at the sight of him, closing your eyes as you tried to clear your mind enough to respond. “Hurry and I might give it it you.”

“I want you, Legato.” You whined desperately. If your eyes had been open, you might have seen how his eyes widened and face softened at how your voice lingered on his name. A feeling he’d never felt before spreading in his chest before he refocused.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pushing into you slowly, trying not to focus on the funny feeling blooming in him. “Let me indulge you.”

—

Knives

• He’s a full blown dom full stop.

• Maybe if you had been together a really long time and talked and planned it out very carefully, he might let you fuck him, but 99% of the time he’d only feel comfortable going as far as to let you lead him a little. He’s just a little scared to trust that much or give up being in control, he’s got some stuff he doesn’t wanna unpack.

• He enjoys being in charge, not just to get praise and have you treat him like a god (which he totally loves), but he likes watching you under him, especially to know you put so much trust in him, knowing how dangerous he is. He may get rough or be mean depending on your relationship, but he’d never hurt you.

• Sometimes what he likes doesn’t sound dominant to a lot of people, but he makes it work. He’s very bossy/commanding so you definitely can’t call him submissive that’s for sure.

“Suck harder.” He commands above you, his tone quiet but a little sharp, keeping you at attention as you bob your head on his cock.

You knew he was close from the way his brow furrowed, but you were still caught off guard when he came down your throat, barely giving you time to relax before his tentacles were lifting you up. You gasped as he sat you on one of his muscular thighs, keeping you facing away from him to stare at yourself in a full length mirror.

“I saw you rubbing your thighs together,” he hummed in your ear, gripping your hips. “If you want to come, you’ll come on my thigh.”

“Y-yes sir,” you panted as he moved you back and forth, your hips bucking at the friction of skin on skin. When he flexed his thigh, you nearly looked away, but he bit at your neck to get your attention.

“Come now pet,” he gave a small smile, enjoying at how you whined. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

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[anyasathenaeum]

Hello! I feel like I might have already requested this before your ask box was wiped, but how about a virgin!Knives x Reader smutfic?? I love how you characterized him as shy and flustered over the idea of sex in that one crackfic you wrote 😵 I hope you have a great day and life is treating you well!! You're one of my favorite writers regardless of what you write :D

A/N: Hey anon! Yes, I remember this request! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it, but here it is! This is my first (serious) attempt at smut with Knives, so uhhhhhhhhh please don't come for me, I tried my best. I've decided to start with some headcanons followed by the fic itself, apologies - it's long. Also, anon - thank you SO much for your comment, you're super sweet and I'm sorry I took so long to get to this. All the best! Warnings: MINORS DNI, Virgin!Knives, AFAB!reader (female terminology is used), hinting towards plants having "heats", a touch of yandere-ish behaviour (it's Knives, so not entirely surprising) penetrative sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), reader is submissive in this one, rough sex, marking, a little bit of a breeding kink, Knives being a Loser™, he's kinda in love with you but the fucker definitely refuses to admit it, name-calling (Knives calls reader things like "slut" and such) Word Count: 3.3k

Virgin!Knives is definitely not nearly as confident and as ruthless as he is in all other points of his life - he might seem like he knows what he's doing, but deep down? Man is SHY, but he'd rather die than have anybody realize that

Seriously, you won't ever hear him talking about sex, and he doesn't even use the word if he can afford to outside of the bedroom

When it comes to his first time, he likes to make it seem like he's in charge and like he fucks all the time, but he's literally just a hair breadth away from cumming the moment you touch him for the first time.

Would absolutely make you ride him (mostly because he has no idea what he's doing), but he plays it off with cool indifference and because he "just wants you to please him".

He tries to make up for it, trying to be more forceful or rough with his thrusts, talking dirty to you and calling you names, but it's a double-edged sword because the moment you're crying out his name and squeezing around him, he sees stars and cums WAY too soon.

Basically, Virgin!Knives is a mess and wants to seem like he's still in charge in bed, but with a few thrusts of your own, driving him deeper and deeper into you, you'd have him falling apart beneath you in moments.

But, of course, because he's not human, his stamina is INSANE and the moment he cums for the first time inside you, it unhinges him (do I sense a breeding kink???) and suddenly he's chasing orgasm after orgasm using you, and you're definitely not gonna be leaving his bed for the next few days.

Full fic below! Enjoy!

"Are you sure this is what you want, Master Knives?"

The question slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. You just couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Millions Knives, the independent plant who you'd been working for for years, had had you brought to his chambers in the middle of the night so that he could ask you something important.

"Are you questioning me, pet?"

The way Knives glared at you, his gaze cold and calculated, made shivers course down your spine, and you quickly bowed your head.

"No, Master Knives. Not at all. I was merely surprised by your request. I apologize."

Knives simply raised his eyebrow as he continued to gaze at you, taking in your form as you stood before him. You'd initially been just some filthy human he was forced to keep around due to your utility and your skills, but over time, as much as Knives refused to admit to it, you'd grown on him. You were one of the more intelligent of your species, it seemed, and one that seemed to know its place whenever you spoke to him. But, in the end, you were still just a lowly, miserable human, part of the plague that threatened Plants across the planet.

So... why?

Why did Knives feel this... pull towards you? Why did he have to fight the urge to be near you each and every time he spotted you, the urge to tuck you against him with his wing and whisk you away, out of sight and out of reach of all others? Why did he feel rage boiling up within him whenever you smiled or laughed at something somebody else had said? A fair share of other henchmen had lost lives and limbs just for speaking to you (not that you knew that, of course - they just conveniently "disappeared" during a mission).

Beyond just those moments, Knives had also noticed... other things. A warmth that seemed to bloom from whatever part of him had brushed your skin, spreading through the rest of his body until it became full blown heat. This heat was unbearable to resist and made him feel as though it were burning him alive from the inside out, unquenchable even when he took matters into his own hands time and time again.

Knives wasn't a fool. He knew of the lust and the need to reproduce that his kind often felt, but he'd never experienced it himself ever before. Not until you showed up. But, you were part of the very thing Knives had sworn to destroy, so why did his body call to you in this way? Why did his body betray him so? What was it about you that made him feel this way?

"You heard me, (Y/N)," Knives spoke slowly and quietly, his gaze not leaving you for a moment as he lounged on his bed, "I wish for you to stay the night."

"Yes, Master Knives."

"You will not speak of this to anybody," he continued, his voice scarily level, "Or I shall ensure you are permanently silenced."

You simply bowed your head again, your heart pounding frantically in your chest.

You had always had an interest in Knives - asides from being somebody who was hired to work from him, you found him a truly interesting being. An independent plant, more beautiful than any living creature you'd ever seen before, hellbent on exterminating the human race to save his sister plants and trying to find his twin brother, another independent plant. He was always transparent of his end goal, and despite it all, you had still agreed to work for him. After all, humanity was a mess and it wasn't going to get any better - you'd seen proof of that time and time again throughout your life.

So, here you were - working tirelessly so he could achieve his goal.

Although, you hadn't expected to be summoned to Knives's chambers so late in the night, and you certainly hadn't anticipated him to wish for you to stay the night. You'd been summoned to his chambers several times in the past, sometimes for work purposes, other times simply on a whim, and you weren't ignorant of the way you felt around Knives.

His presence made you feel simultaneously safe and on edge, as if something was always just about to occur. As though there were always words hanging in the air between you two, just waiting to be spoken but never truly acknowledged.

Despite his reputation of being unforgiving and ruthless, you'd never been on the receiving end of that side of him, somehow. He could be harsh and sharp with his words and his actions, but he'd never caused you any true harm. You couldn't ignore the way your skin felt as though electricity coursed through it whenever Knives accidentally brushed against you, or the way the heat rose to your cheeks whenever you found him watching you intently. He never looked away immediately whenever you caught him staring at you, simply maintaining his gaze and ensuring to keep eye contact with you for a couple moments before looking away almost lazily, as if he'd grown bored of you. But the fact that he did it so often... could it mean?...

You didn't dare let yourself hope. It couldn't possibly mean anything. After all, you were just a human. Unworthy of him in every possible way.

And yet, here you were, summoned to his chambers in the middle of the night and told you were to stay with him overnight. Your mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what this meant.

"W-Where am I to sleep, Master Knives?" You inquired softly, not daring to look up at him.

Knives would've scoffed and laughed had it been any other person standing before him, but this was you. His pet, of sorts. And as much as he refused to accept it, you softened him. You weakened him.

"We'll address that later, pet. Come here."

Before you could process everything, you found yourself approaching Knives's bed, stopping right before it and waiting for his commands, not wanting to overstep.

"Did I not make myself clear? Here, pet," Knives all but hissed, making it clear he wanted you right on the bed next to him.

Blushing slightly, you quickly followed his demand, crawling into his bed so you were right by his side. You could feel his gaze on you, and you risked a glimpse at his face - his expression was surprisingly calm, almost curious as he studied you as you sat there next to him on his bed.

"Don't move," Knives whispered quietly, bringing his hand up to your face.

Immediately, you froze, almost afraid to breathe.

"So obedient," you heard Knives chuckle, clearly amused, "What a good pet I have."

Without further comments, you felt Knives's fingers beginning to trace over your skin, skimming lightly over your cheeks and making his way over the bridge of your nose, then down over your lips. His touch was surprisingly gentle, more gentle than you ever thought him capable, but you remained silent as he continued his barely-there touches.

You struggled to ignore the beating of your heart and the roaring of your blood in your ears, your whole body feeling like a livewire. You had to remind yourself not to let your mind wander and make your hidden desires obvious, but something in the way Knives was watching you made you believe that he already knew of your hidden desires. You felt your face heating up even worse than before as you looked away from Knives, suddenly finding the threading of the bedding very interesting.

"I don't understand you."

Knives's sudden voice startled you, making you jump slightly as you sat there next to him. However, you remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Look at me, (Y/N)."

Slowly, you brought your gaze up to look at Knives, trying not to let your heart beat straight out of your chest as you did so. His icy blue gaze was steady as it trained on your face, still studying you even intently.

"What do you not understand about me?" You asked quietly, steeling yourself as you held Knives's gaze.

After a couple moments, Knives replied quietly, "I don't understand what it is about you that makes my body feel this way. How you, a mere human... are the only one who has the ability to set my soul and my body aflame. I get no rest because of you."

You felt your heart stop for a moment before it began to thunder violently in your chest, your eyes widening in surprise. There was no way that he meant what you thought he meant.

"Master Knives, I-"

"Nai."

You looked at him curiously, and Knives simply continued, "In here, I'm not Master Knives. My name is Nai. You use my name, here and only here."

"Yes, Nai," you replied softly, testing out his name on your tongue.

"I think you know why I've summoned you to stay the night, now. Don't you, (Y/N)?"

You nodded, making Nai smirk slightly, "Clever pet."

Without a second of hesitation, you felt Nai's hand cup the back of your neck, pulling you down against him and slotting his lips to yours in a passionate, lustful kiss.

You let out a small, muffled yelp as you fell forward onto him, your lips pressing against his and your eyes wide in surprise. His taste was surprisingly bright, and you found yourself melting into the kiss, eyes closing and matching his passion in the kiss within moments. You felt Nai's hands burying themselves into your hair as he pulled you on top of him, holding you close to him as he continued to kiss you lustfully, his desire for you overwhelming his typically-controlled self.

Despite the kiss being lustful and filled with desire, you found that Nai's kiss still felt as though he were holding something back. Was it simply due to him not being as invested as you believed him to be? Or was it for some other reason? Regardless, you found your hands coming up to cup Nai's face gently as you continued to kiss him, his hands resting firmly on your hips and holding you in place.

You could feel Nai's hands pressing your hips down hard against him, and underneath his robe and through your clothes, you could feel something hard rubbing against your core. A wanton moan escaped you as Nai continued to force you down onto him, getting you to grind on him as his hands guided your hips. You could feel your pussy beginning to soak through your panties, and your whole body shuddered as Nai pulled away from you, a string of spit connecting your lips together.

You watched as Nai's knives suddenly appeared from him, slowly approaching you. Your eyes widened in fear, and you tried to figure out what you'd done wrong, your whole body freezing and your blood turning to ice. However, the blades of the knives didn't touch your skin, instead the tentacles slowly working their way under your clothing, cutting piece by piece loose and letting the scraps of fabric fall from your body. The tentacles of knives glided across your skin almost tenderly, continuing their work diligently until you found yourself completely naked in Nai's bed, your clothing nothing more than strips of fabric now.

"Worry not, pet. You'll get new clothes," Nai spoke quietly, his eyes eagerly taking in your naked form.

Nai could feel himself getting riled up the moment he laid eyes on your bare skin, his cock hardening beneath his robe as he took in every part of you. You were beautiful, he supposed, for a human.

As he gazed at you, Nai couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for him to finally take you, to stake him claim on you and to feel you around him for the first time. Of course, he'd never let you know that he'd never done any of this before, instead maintaining his façade of cool indifference and superiority, as if he'd done this so many times that it almost bored him.

Reaching out towards you, Nai pulled you back on top of him, his robe dissipating and allowing you to finally see him, his cock rock hard and throbbing, a glob of pre-cum leaking from the tip. You could see that the same plant markings that sprawled across the rest of his body were also on the shaft of his cock, as well as his tip. Just the sight of him, laid out before and below you like this and clearly wanting you, had your pussy dripping wet. You couldn't believe just how badly you wanted him inside you.

"Well? Go on, pet," Nai commanded, watching you carefully, "Please me."

"Yes, Nai."

You couldn't believe this was happening, but you found yourself feeling excited by the fact that you actually got the opportunity to sleep with Nai. As much as you wished that it could've been more than just sex, you were happy to have this, at the very least.

Slowly, you settled yourself in his lap, your hand wrapping gently around his cock and aligning him with your pussy, letting the tip just barely rest against your entrance. You were surprised to hear Nai hiss as soon as you took hold of him, feeling his body tense and feeling something warm and wet dribbling over your fingers.

"A-Are you okay?" You asked softly, looking at Nai with slight concern, hoping you hadn't hurt him or made him uncomfortable.

"Fine," Nai gritted out, "Don't question me. Remember your place, pet."

Then, suddenly, you felt Nai's hands tighten on your hips, grabbing onto you firmly before pushing you down onto his cock hard.

You let out a cry at the sudden stretch, your pussy stinging at the feeling of being split open so deeply for the first time in a long while, trying to adjust to the feeling of Nai inside you. With him sheathed inside you, you could feel just how big he was - even without moving, he was pressing against the most perfect spot inside you, pulling a whine from your lips.

"Quiet, slut," Nai growled, his hold on your hips bruising your skin as his fingers dug into your flesh.

What you didn't know was that Nai was struggling worse than you were at the moment - he'd never felt such warmth and tightness before, especially not around his cock, and he was trying so hard not to cum then and there. He hadn't expected you to feel so good around him, or for his body to be this sensitive.

However, as he held you against him, you let out a soft whine of pleasure and began to roll your hips desperately, pushing him just the slightest bit deeper into you. Nai's grip tightened on you, and he was about to growl out another command when his orgasm suddenly washed over him.

A choked "Fuck!" slipped from his lips as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into you, wanting nothing more than to bury himself into you even more than before as his seed coated your walls, painting them in white and claiming you as his in a way nobody ever really had before. You let out a moan and clutched onto Nai's shoulders as you felt the warmth spreading within your abdomen, and you couldn't help but continue to roll your hips as you chased your own release, wanting to feel more of Nai inside you.

"N-Nai, please," you whined, continuing to thrust your hips against him, "Want more... need more of you... please..."

Hearing you plead for him, for his cock, to give you pleasure made something in Nai snap.

In a flash, you found yourself laying back in the bed with Nai above you, his cock still buried inside you and still hard as ever. However, now, you could see a fire in his eyes as he gazed at you, his hand coming up and squeezing your breast. The mewl that came from you as Nai touched you made him feel more powerful than ever before, his instincts beginning to take over.

Leaning down and pressing his lips against yours hungrily, Nai began to thrust into you with urgency, his thrusts powerful and deep, pulling moan after moan from you as he continued to fuck you into his bed. He couldn't care less that this was his first time - nothing else mattered right now except for cumming inside you over and over again until you knew nothing but his name and that you belonged to him. He allowed his instincts to take over, the instinct to claim, to mate, to breed, to fill you up until it spilled from you endlessly.

"You're mine, slut. You hear me? Mine."

The growl that came from Nai made your whole body shiver, and the way he sunk his teeth into your neck and left a dark bruise to show that fact to the world made you scream out, partly from pain and partly from pleasure. You were his now, and nobody else would ever have you.

"Say it!" Nai commanded, thrusting into you harshly without stopping. "Say-" thrust "you-" thrust "are-" thrust "mine!".

"Y-Yours!" You cried out, feeling your own orgasm wash over you stronger than ever before as Nai continued to fuck you through it, "'M yours, Nai!"

"Mine!"

Nai slammed his cock into you one final time as he came yet again, filling you to the brim with cum once more. As he recovered from his orgasm, Nai continued to leave marks down your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, working his way down until he was ready to go again, wanting nothing more than to continue this until he could no longer stand it.

"Prepare yourself, (Y/N)," Nai growled into your ear, pulling your body against his hard, "You're to stay with me all night. And I'm nowhere near done."

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[beanibon]

Mermaid!Knives x Reader Headcanons

Idk what this is I was watching a movie and thought "Hey imagine Mermaid!Knives breeding you underwater" like any sane person.

Also this is semi modern AU, so reader is brought in as a student marine biologist to observe Knives. Also cute Mer!Vash moments cause he loves his human caretakers unlike his brother.

TW: interspecies sex, slight drowning warning, creampie, breeding, belly bulging, impregnated reader, marking, knives being his usual bastard self

🚫Minors DNI🚫

You wouldn't expect the your first job fresh out of college to be observing creatures of myth, but the woman known as Professor Rem Saverem was just thrilled to have someone to share her love of these creatures with.

The first time you met Mer!Knives was when his brother Mer!Vash dragged him along to be introduced, the non-speaking mermaid eagerly signing their introductions while the colder more reserved one glared daggers at you. Rem reassured you he did that to everyone, but you couldn't help but find the colder Mer!Knives alluring.

The second time you met Mer!Knives was while you were on break, sitting with Rem at the edge of the observation pool. It was a small tradition she did as she explained the boys personalities to you, explaining that she practically raised them from hatchlings.

Mer!Knives had been dragged yet again by his younger twin, who failed at snatching Rems lunch. While this Happened Mer!Knives had gained more confidence of your presence after observing you and breached to lean against the steel stairs to boredly stare at you.

You had frozen in shock after knowing how temperamental he was, but after a while you broke off a piece of your lunch and offered it to him.

Mer!Knives giving you a look of disgust before snatching the food and diving back into water. Both Rem and Mer!Vash were shocked he even accepted the food as he despised the taste of human food.

Mer!Vash who knew just how interested Mer!Knives was in your sudden appearances, so he'd often get his brother to approve of shells before presenting them to you as gifts.

Mer!Knives would often stalk you while either in the water, or from the outside of the glass walls in the underwater laboratory. Watching everything you did with an intense interest.

Mer!Knives who had dragged you into the water from the observation pool, causing panic from Rem.

Mer!Knives who eagerly pawed and groped at your body as he studied your reactions and the way you desperately clung to him as you slowly lost oxygen.

Mer!Knives who grinned cruelly at the way you struggled as you couldn't breath, holding you firmly in his arms so you couldn't escape.

Mer!Knives who roughly threw you back against the cold metal of the observation pool, watching as you vomited mouthfuls of salt water.

Mer!Knives who was then lectured by Mer!Vash and Rem on his behaviour. Mer!Vash then trying to teach Mer!Knives how to court.

Mer!Knives who tried his brothers advice, despite thinking it stupid, only for you to panic at the sudden appearances of dead fish, eels and bloodied shark teeth.

Mer!Knives breaching the surface to show off his many scars, only to be shooed away by Rem.

Mer!Knives who gave up the courting and instead waited till you were alone before appearing and pinning you down.

Mer!Knives who hungrily tore your clothes off, teeth biting down as you felt something wet press against the small of your back.

Mer!Knives pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, growling as he placed a mating mark on your shoulder.

Mer!Knives that dragged you back into the water still tangled with you as he bred you harder, turning you to face him.

Mer!Knives watching as you lose air faster from your circumstance, blood swelling around you from his mark.

Mer!Knives smirking as he came several times in you, watching your stomach swell as he continued to fill you with his seed.

Mer!Knives that kissed you with such ferocity, breathing air back into your lungs so you would last longer.

Mer!Knives who once was done, would nuzzle into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your body as he nipped at your delicate skin.

Mer!Knives that stuffed his fingers inside you so none of his seed would escape, even as he returned you to the laboratory, watching you tiredly gasp for air.

Mer!Knives who would lay his head on your stomach, with a proud smile on his face as he replayed your bliss, fucked out face silently crying out his name in the water.

Mer!Knives watching from the distance as Rem studied the Mating mark with fascination.

Mer!Knives smirking as you returned to him, feeling your stomach flutter with lust. Begging him to stuff you full yet again.

Mer!Knives complying, knowing you'd always return to him to be fucked senseless and bred until your stomach swelled with his seed.

Mer!Knives who gave Rem a wicked grin as she told him and Mer!Vash of your sudden pregnancy.

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[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!

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Hi, it's your favorite anon, Vash getting jealous of other flowers and remarking his partner as soon as possible sounds nice (is his pollen as hard to get rid of as glitter? imagine it stuck in their hair). Now tell me about Knives.

wow I'm so glad you asked about knives completely unprompted hehe but first, you did ask about Vash and the flower thing so let me expand:

Imagine Vash taking you to a sanctuary, watching as you run through the field in amazement, you've never seen plants and flowers like this, and for a while, Vash is just so happy that he got to be there as you saw this all for the first time. the look on your face is priceless and he's just happy you're happy.

then he gets this weird feeling in his chest when he sees you touching and smelling the flowers, getting your face close to the petals, and smelling them. It reminds him of when you go down on him. He knows its crazy to get jealous that you're smelling a flower but then he sees you have pollen on your fingers and he has half a mind to fuck you right there out in the open, pressing your body down into the flower bed and reminding everyone here (he means the flowers) who you belong to. and to be clear when Vash says that you belong to him, he also means that he belongs to you, which is why you don't see him running around flirting with all the flora now do you?

he would never do that tho...pin you down and fuck you in public I mean. he's still a little insecure when it comes to sex, he's hesitant to ask for it let alone ask for it in such an open place like this, but when the two of you get home he will pin you to the bed and ask if you like his flower just as much as the others.

as for the pollen... it's a nightmare, it's fine and sticky and ends up all over you, it's hell trying to scrape that shit off, made even worse by the fact that Vash looks so genuinely hurt when you try to clean it off. that he won't say anything but he'll just look at you with those big sad puppy dog eyes and now you feel guilty for trying to get clean in the first place.

Some men leave Love bites, Vash doesn't tell you when some of his pollen is stuck In your hair. He feels so dirty when he sees it too. because no one else even realizes what it is, but he does and he knows how it got there. it makes his heart beat faster.



Now Knives:

while Knives can do the same things with his flower as Vash, he absolutely refuses to bottom, you will be taking his cock and that's final. his vines are also different, they're spiked like rose thorns and bite into your skin when they wrap around you.

if you're lucky and Knives is head over heels in love with you or something (he is and you can't change my mind) the thorns might dull themselves a little bit, just enough that they dimple your skin where they press into you but they won't actually cut,

He also uses the vines attached to him to be a lot meaner than Vash. Vash holds you close to his body, Knives uses his vines to manhandle you into the position he wants and then whips you with them if you aren't being good for him.

even if he is in love with you, or whatever, he's still sadistic in the bedroom and is so ready to remind you that you are a pathetic human and he is the superior being here, you should be the one worshiping him and bowing to his every whim. he's also much, much stronger than you and is more than willing to remind you of that fact.

he's so keen to remind you that he isn't human, he doesn't get tired the way that you do, he could fuck you until you pass out from exhaustion and then go for a six-mile run. it's never quick when Knives decides he wants to fuck you, hell he probably took the whole day off just to fit you into his busy schedule.

Just like Vash, he leaves you covered in pollen, unlike Vash, he will verbally protest if you try to take any of it off. you work in a facility with dozens of plants, and human-plant hybrids, what if one of them gets the wrong idea and thinks that you're for the taking? absolutely not. Knives is as aloof as he is possessive. he may not get to see you often and he is cold even at the best of times but that doesn't mean that you don't belong to him.

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thank you again, Anon.



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[angelltheninth]

How about some Knives spicies👀

The not-cinnamon-role twin. The messed up one, well more messed up. But hot and therefore I can forgive him.

Pairing: Millions Knives x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, degradation, name-calling, spanking, praise, dacryphillia, breeding kink, marking, orgasm control, getting caught but not stopping

A/N: Vash is the gentle one, Knives is the rough one. If you have both you have the best of both worlds.

Knives sees you as the only human who's worthy of him, or at least worthy of being fucked by him, as long as you do as he says there's not gonna be any problems

And really how could you say no to him, you love him, you're surprisingly gentle with him despite the fact that he tells you he only thinks of you as someone who keeps his cock happy

You know that its not true, if that was all he wanted he could have any human, but he chose you, he cherishes you, he fucks you and only you

Not the least bit gentle when he slams his cock into you, the harder, the louder, the more you whimper the better the experience for him

The only world you're allowed to say without him telling you to is "no", everything else you'll get scolded for

You can't even beg, you don't get to ask for his cock, you just have to take it, that's all you're good for

The moment you open your mouth to beg he stops, he tells you to leave and doesn't so much as look at you for the rest of the day

If you can't even follow simple orders then what good are you to him, unless you wanted this punishment, in which case he sees you as even more pathetic

Regardless if you bruise easily or not, he will leave his marks on you

Is of the opinion that a slutty human pussy like yours looks the best when its filled to the brim with his cum so that's what he does almost every time

No he doesn't want to have kids with you, not yet, not until he makes the world just how he wants it, but until then he wants you to get used to the feeling of being stuffed with his cum

Part of him really wonders what you would look like when you're pregnant, he'll get to see it some day, he knows he will

Has you sucking his cock while he plays the piano, try to keep up

If he wants to he will have you try to play the notes while he fucks you from behind

Smacks your ass when you play the notes wrong so by the end of it you can't even sit properly, partially also because he kept smacking his thighs against you as well

Its very rare for him to do so but he has praised you, although usually its when he's laying next to you in bed, he doesn't need sleep but the act itself isn't the worst thing in the world

Very much of a dramatic show off

Even if some of his men interrupt he's happy to keep fucking your tight pussy, relishing in how it sounds when its being repeatedly hammered into by him and his men looking all pathetic, knowing they will never have you

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[awkwardchick87]

A/n - Just my opinion!! Are the Trigun guys Ass/Tits/Thigh guys?!

c/w - A fab reader, nipple play, pet names, thigh fucking, mean Kni, dry humping, cumming untouched, boob jobs? cum eating.

Dividers by - @benkeibear <3 Part of @enchantedforest-network <3

Vash - Tits. 

Tits guy. You can not convince me otherwise! 

He will always ALWAYS have a hand on them. Doesn’t matter if its over the shirt or under.

You have to constantly slap his hands away if they are sore. 

He will always give them special attention. 

The contrast of the warmth of his hand and cold prosthetic left goosebumps across your skin as he slid his fingers up your sides, pulling the fabric of your shirt up slowly. His mouth watering and his eyes following as more of your skin was exposed. Stopping at the swell of your breast, he looked at your face one more time, silently asking for permission. As soon as you nodded at him, the fabric of your top was over your head, leaving your chest exposed. Vash inhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the rise and fall of your breast with every breath you took.

“You’re drooling.” you whispered at him with a small chuckle. 

He shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe his mouth, “Was not.” he said sheepishly. He ran his thumbs across your nipples, causing them to stiffen and a small gasp to escape your lips. “So pretty” he whispered to himself, leaning down, kitten licking one of your nipples before wrapping his lips around it. 

Wolfwood - Ass

This man will STARE at your ass, shamelessly. 

Loves to spank you. In and out of the bedroom. 

Will sneak a hand up the back of your leg just to pinch your ass. It's worse when you’re wearing a skirt or dress. 

LOVES when he can grab a handful when you’re riding him. 

“Fuck yes - like that baby” Wolfwood had a hand behind his head, the other gripping your ass hard enough you knew he’d leave marks, helping you bounce on his cock. He groaned, feeling you tighten around his cock. He couldn’t help but buck up into you. His breath coming out faster now as his other hand came down and grabbed your other ass cheek. You keened above him, his grip getting tighter, holding you still above him as he planted his heels on the bed, thrusting up into you. “Good fuckin girl.” He groaned under you, his movements becoming sloppy as he chased his own high, “Come on baby, touch yourself for me.” He threw his head back as your hand reached down, swiping your fingers across your clit, your pussy clamping down on him. Arching your back, you came with a shudder. Your body twitched in his hold. 

“Fuuuck -” He moaned under you, thrusting his hips one more time into you before stilling as his own release came over him, filling your cunt with his cum. Dropping his hips down onto the bed, bringing you with him, you both gasp at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. He gave you a playful slap to your ass before reaching over and grabbing the crumpled pack of cigarettes on the small bedside table, lighting one. “Just gimme a minute. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked.

Knives - Thighs

He did not want to be attracted to humans, but he could not fight the feeling he was having. 

Honestly, it was your own fault. Wearing that short skirt. 

He really should have focused on something else. 

But he couldn’t stop himself when he grabbed you, dragging you with him down the hall

Kni had you under him on the couch. Your legs pulled up against his chest, knees together with his cock between your plush thighs, so close to where you wanted him, but he was teasing you, chasing his own high. The skin slick with his pre-cum and the copious amount of spit he had used when he stroked his own cock before laying you on the couch. “Tch.” He scoffed at you, quickly dissolving into a moan when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became stronger. The slap of his hips against your thighs echoed off the walls. 

Reaching for his wrists, trying to ground yourself, “Knives..” you whispered, “please.” you tried to angle your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you. 

His grip held your legs still. “Stop.” His voice was commanding. You complied, moaning softly as he relented and reached a hand down, toying with your clit. “Just.. take it.” his brow was slick with sweat. 

Your back arched, feeling yourself close to the edge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt him shudder above you, feeling the hot spray of his cum splash across your stomach and drip down your thighs. Dropping your legs, he removed his hands from your cunt as you whined in protest. 

“Shut up. You’ll take what I give you” He looked down at you, lust and conflict swimming in his eyes. 

Livio - Ass

He wasn’t a pervert. He didn’t mean to stare. 

But when you bent down, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

He knew he found you attractive, but he told himself it was your brain and personality. 

He couldn’t help himself when he walked to your room later that night and knocked on the door. 

Livio had you pushed against the door, your chest pushed into the door while he was grinding his cock into your ass. Even through your clothes, you could feel how hard he was. “Livio.. Whats..?” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust, causing you to gasp. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. God, you have no idea how bad I want you.” He was moaning, his lips right beside your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. ”I’m so sorry, please, tell me if it's too much.” Whining into your neck.

You answered him by pushing your hips back, grinding against him. “Don’t stop” you planted your hands on the door, wiggling your ass for him, pushing back harder. 

He shudders behind you, his hips slowly moving against your ass as his hands reach down, grabbing your hips as he bucks his hips harder into you. “Just.. Oh please..” he was whining behind you, “Let me…” His voice trailed off. 

You could feel him pushing harder into you, his whines getting louder before his body shuddered and twitched behind you. He pushed you flat against the door. “I'm sorry..” He whispered behind you. 

You shook your head, “Shhh, no, Livio.” you turned around, pressing your hands against his chest, you looked down and saw the growing wet spot in his pants and the blush creeping across his face. A smile spread across your face “Oh baby boy…” you pushed him towards the bed, “Lets keep going.”

Razlo - Tits. 

This man LOVES tits. 

All tits. Big, small and everything in between

He just wants to bite and ravish them, but also love and kiss them. 

His favourite is when he gets the chance to fuck your tits. 

He doesn’t last long when he feels their softness around his cock. 

Leaning back, he planted his hands behind him to prop himself up, “You look fucking amazing down there.” He growled at you. You were on your knees, elbows resting on his thighs, pushing your soft tits around his cock. Tipping your head down, you gave the head of his cock a little kitten lick, earning a hiss from the man, making you smirk. Sliding your breasts along his length, making him groan above you. The added spit from a few moments before, when you were sucking his cock, made everything more slick and smooth. 

He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked up, making you smile before tipping your head down and taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He moaned, his head falling back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Pushing your lips down his length further, you pumped your mouth along with your breasts, causing Razlo to moan above you. His hands fist into the sheets behind him. He could feel his release getting closer. “Keep going doll..” Feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch, you knew he was getting close. You hollow your cheeks and move your breasts faster. His hips buck as his cock twitches again, unloading rope after rope of cum down your throat. Some dribbled past your lips and on to your tits. 

He lifted his head, cocking it to the side as he looked down at you, “Messy..” Sitting up he scooped up some of his cum and held his fingers out for you. “Clean it up.” his voice was husky as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, licking up everything he gathered.

#Trigun smut #Vash smut #Wolfwood smut #Knives smut #Livio smut #Razlo smut #trigun x reader #~~trigun stuff

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Tear you apart

❖ Characters: Vash, Millions knives

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.4k

❖ Summary: Millions knives wants to hurt his brother by taking you away, using you to make him submit

❖ WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! Abuse, violence, torture, nonconsensual sex (rape), forced creampie, fingering, forced orgasm

❖ A/N: thank you for @awkwardchick87 for helping me come up with this (and for making me actually write it) 🫶

Loving Vash was never easy. Trouble seemed to follow him with every step he took but no matter how bad things got you always stayed at his side, helping him escape or bandaging him up when things took a turn for the worse. When his head was resting on your chest, this old motel bed creaking with every move, he gently wrapped his arms around your torso and closed his eyes. The sound of your heartbeat in his ears was peaceful, helping him forget all the hardships that came with being the humanoid typhoon because he could be just Vash with you. “I wouldn't know what to do without you, mayfly” he mumbled into your soft skin before pressing a kiss to your naked chest, a little reminder of the way you two just shared a little slice of heaven. “I’d go crazy if I ever lose you” he added and looked up at you with a worried expression but the moment he saw your sweet smile it all seemed to evaporate. “The entire world would need to end for you to lose me, Vash. I love you” you reassured him, not planning on ever leaving this man's side until your final breath - which would come sooner than you'd think.

He never told you much about his brother except for the fact that he has one and you should never go look for him, even if the world is ending. He wouldn't mean anything good for you should he find out how dear you are to Vash, yet you found yourself face to face with the infamous Millions knives. Vash tried his best reaching you before his brother could but it was to no avail, his hand tightly around your throat, your feet no longer touching the ground beneath. “What do we have here? A little human lover?” He asked amused and squeezed your throat a little tighter as his gaze slowly shifted from your pitiful face to his brothers, smiling at how horrified he looked. “Please” Vash’s voice cracked when he saw you hanging there, your hands clawing at his brothers arms and hands, slowly getting weaker and weaker until you were dropped to the ground, unconscious from the lack of air. “Awh… is she dear to you? That fragile little human?” He cooed and lifted your limp body up by the arm, waving it at Vash while laughing menacingly as the humanoid Typhoon just stared, frozen to the ground as he had to watch his worst nightmare become reality right in front of him and all he could do was watch - unbeknownst to him, your fate was much worse than a simple death by his brothers hands, much worse than any nightmare he ever had that involved you.

Dragging you along behind him on the sandy ground, Nai took off, his brother following like a lost puppy and trying to reach you but each time he reached his hand out for you, his brother tugged your arm harshly so he wouldn't quite touch your ragged body. “Let me at least carry her” Vash begged but his brother didn't listen, lifting you off the ground effortlessly until he heard your shoulder crack, laughing a little at the noise “she's so fragile” he mused and watched you wake up from the pain your dislocated shoulder gave you, still hanging in the air, held by Nai. You couldn't even scream from how it hurt, the pain knocking you back into the unconscious state until you were tossed onto the ground at what Nai called his momentary home, staring his brother down. “Don't even think about touching her. I’ll make her suffer if you do” he threatened Vash and chained your ankle to some rubble of the broken facade of the building.

Shaking, he sat there, just out of reach of you and thinking of a way to get you out of here. Vash would do just about everything if it means saving you, even if it meant joining his brother and going against his own morals if you could walk out of here with only the wound on your shoulder which he couldn't prevent. When your eyes fluttered open you wanted to crawl to your lover, whimpering in pain as the tears brimmed your eyes and all you wanted was to be held by the blonde but each time you crawled forward, Vash took a step back “don't… hold still. Don't come closer… please” he pleaded with you, not wanting you to suffer the consequences that were unknown to you. “Oh, is the little girl awake? Good morning, doll” Nai hummed when he stepped in front of you, a look of pure hatred on your face. Seeing Vash freeze up the moment he saw his brother close to you made you want to protect your lover - even if you were the one needing protection at the moment. The older twin quickly sweeped you up by the dislocated arm, laughing when you grit your teeth in order not to make any noise, knowing it will only hurt Vash further and he suffered enough. You were strong. You wouldn't let him break you, no matter what.

Staying silent proved difficult when he pushed your joint back to its rightful place, giving you a pat on the head “there you go, I fixed you all up. Is that what my little brother did? Fix you? Perhaps your broken heart?” He asked amused, not having expected that Vash would actually love a human in this extreme way but Vash made the mistake of speaking up. “I didn't. She healed my heart” he admitted, having told you before that you're soothing all the wounds on his soul by loving him unconditional, that you let him be who he is without ever once using him for anything and for loving him despite the baggage he carried. His little comment made your captor laugh bitter. “Oh please. Did she suck your brain out of your dick?” He asked rhetorical and roughly squeezed your jaw which made you involuntary open your mouth to which he chuckled “looks like she wants to have a taste of me too, don't you think, brother dear?” He asked with a sick grin and stuffed his thumb into your mouth but you were dumb enough to bite him as hard as you could, angering him further. “You fucking-” he hissed, slapping you hard across the face, almost breaking your jaw with the sheer force behind the hit. Instead of tearing up you only glared at him, holding onto your bright red cheek and Vash moved to stand between the two of you, ready to fight his brother or risk his own life for you. You held onto his coat and pulled yourself up so you were standing, clutching onto him like a lifeline but Nai simply took the chain your ankle was secured to and pulled you closer as he laughed. “Hold onto her and I might rip her entire foot off. You know I'll do it” he warned and you let go of Vash to keep your limb. Only when you winced in pain he let go of you as well, a defeated look on his face when he realized that he couldn't even fight for you without risking your life.

Back in Nai’s clutch you kicked the hand that held your chain, making him scoff “don't kick the hand that's feeding you, little one. Your life is in my hands” he reminded you stern and fisted your hair to make you look up at him. “And you're mine now” he spoke cold to which you closed your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before you had the courage to speak up “I'd rather be dead than to be yours” you spoke just as cold, hoping he’ll simply break your neck or slit your throat since you meant what you said but he started laughing at your words. “Oh darling I know. But that would be far too easy” he cooed and gave your head a pat again, not taking you serious - after all you were nothing to him and no matter how many times you kicked, scratched or bit him, nothing would change your pitiful position.

Your lover watched helplessly as the scene unfolded in front of him, regretting that he allowed you to get this close fo him, blaming himself for what you're going through and before he knew it, his hands were quite literally tied, making him unable to fight if he ever got out of this frozen state. It humiliated him that he couldn't save you but he knew his brother well enough that he wouldn't hesitate to give you the most gruesome death if he even tried to do anything. “I’ll do it. Just let her leave” he eventually spoke up when he couldn't take it any longer and Nai looked over to his younger twin “you'll do what?” He asked amused, wrestling you to the ground as he spoke without any effort, your body weak and bruised from the beating you had to take. “Everything. I don't care” Vash answered simple, willing to end humanity in exchange for your life but his brother was already a step ahead “then I want you to come over here and take her life. Watch how her life leaves her eyes by your own two hands” he states with a sick grin, knowing he won't do it. Vash's eyes widened at this and his jaw tensed up “spare her life. I don't care about anything else” he said serious but there was this crack in his voice which only showed just how weak he got because of you, making his older twin laugh loudly as he ripped the pants off of your almost lifeless body, Vash shaking his head “don't… please” he begged, unable to watch any further. It physically pained him to see you suffering like this - because of him. At this point you were far too weak to even attempt to fight back, even if Vash tried his hardest to free himself from the chains holding him back, screaming in anger and frustration when all he could do was watch you gasp for air as his brother parted your folds to spit on your entrance before sinking himself into you. You didn't mean to make a sound, wanting to spare your lover's heart but the pained cry of the way another man just forced himself into your velvet walls left your lips, a single tear slipping out of your eye and slowly rolling over your bruised cheek before landing on the dusty floor. All you could do was close your eyes, your cheek brushing against the floor with each thrust you had to endure, forcing yourself not to scream or cry but when Nai fisted your hair and forced you to look at Vash, a cry of pain slipped out and you could hear the amusement in his brothers voice when he spoke up “did you hear that, Vash? I think she's enjoying it” he grunted, only thrusting harder into you. Your body jolted with each impact of his hips against yours until it finally came to a stop, the spurts of cum inside of you made this situation so much more real - you were no longer Vash's mayfly, you're tainted by his brother, you belong to him now.

Passing out was the only reasonable thing to do so you allowed your body to succumb to its weakness, vision slowly turning black as the seed of another man slowly ran out of your abused hole. Silence took over and the last thing you could hear before you finally lost your consciousness was a ragged sob leaving your lovers lips who felt entirely helpless when his brother carried your limp body away, making sure you won't be seeing the daylight any time soon. “You're mine now… we’re going to have so much fun, little one” Nai hummed and patted the small of your back which was flung over his shoulder. “You're going to love me just like you love my brother and maybe I let him have you again. I need to train him first, make him listen” he continued and somehow he sounded like he really cared for his brother and he's only doing it for him. One thing was clear however, loving Nai would never happen. You weren't sure if you could act like you remotely tolerate him after he violated your body the way he did. The image of having Nai resting on your chest as you caress his back and hair in the most gentle way made you heave, glad that the lack of food prevented further things from happening when you felt his rough hand rake through your hair, a sick grin greeting you when you finally opened your eyes. “My pretty little thing. You're going to behave, don't you?” He asked in a sickenly sweet voice before prying your legs apart to take a good look at his seed smeared all over your folds. “I won't stop until I hear you scream my name this time and he will hear” he hummed, a finger gently massaging your clit now, not even the way you pushed your legs together stopped him from breaking you, enjoying the struggle on your face as you tried to hate it but your body started to betray you. “Listen to this, sweetheart” he chuckled and pushed two fingers into you, ramming them against your sweet spot which caused your slick to coat his fingers, squelching noises filling the room so you could listen to your own betrayal “you can let go now, allow yourself to enjoy it. You have no choice anyways” he pointed out, venom lacing his voice and he was right - he knew exactly how to get your body to betray your mind, velvet walls fluttering around his fingers when his thumb came to rub your sensitive clit. No matter how much you held it back, the orgasm that soon followed was inevitable, his loud laugh echoing off the walls as he kept going, drowning out your mewls of forced pleasure until you moaned his brothers name, his eyes darkening. “You ungrateful bitch” he hissed and slapped you across the cheek again but you laughed as the blood left your mouth. He could break your body but your mind was one thing he could never break. Your heart belonged to Vash and he would never have it… or will he?

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[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — millions knives

boxer!knives, BLOOD, slight violence, slightly suggestive ngl

idk anything about boxing sorry i just think knives is hot

even from inside of the clinic, you hear the shouts and cheers of his name, a constant chant of ‘knives! knives! knives!” you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that your boyfriend’s match started not even ten minutes ago and he already claimed the victory in three rounds.

shuffling around the other boxers in the clinic, you look for a clean towel for when knives comes in. he always does this: before and after every match he comes in to see you, the nurse of the arena, whether or not he has injuries. and sometimes he comes in pretending like his wrist or shoulder hurts, when in reality, he would never let anyone wear him out that bad.

the door swings open, practically slamming against the wall as knives stands in the door way. his face serious and brooding as he looks down at everyone in the clinic. there’s sweat running down in rivulets over the smooth skin of his chest, dripping from his platinum blonde hair. a patch of crimson blood on his right glove, a clear sign of his finishing blow, a clear sign of his victory.

“everyone out.” knives demands with a straight face while shifting on his feet, opening a space for them to leave through the door.

and immediately everyone, both nurses and other boxers, leave with their heads down, knowing they’ve been denied to help with wounds or they’ve been knocked out once or twice by knives himself. he didn’t want them around and that was final.

knives shuts and locks the door behind the last of them as they leave. you lean back against the counter as you watch him silently walk in and sit up on the examination table like a child at their doctors appointment.

“you can’t keep on hogging the clinic like this, you know.” you huff and walk over to his side with a towel. knives pointedly looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“yes i can,” he angrily replies and begins to rip the velcro away on his gloves, shucking them off and throwing them to the side, smearing blood on the table. “this is my clinic.”

“oh yea? how’s that?” you smile amusedly, unfazed by his tone. you step into his vicinity, gently parting his knees with your hips and raising the soft towel up to his face. knives’ eyebrows raise slightly at your actions; nevertheless, he closes his eyes and lets you press the cloth against his forehead.

“because this is your clinic, and you’re mine.” he says simply, his tone slightly more gentle yet possessive.

you smile and nod absentmindedly at his words, softly dabbing at the blood by his temple. even though you nag him about kicking people out of the clinic, you can’t help but enjoy the quiet time you spend with him.

with you it’s always different from how knives acts in the ring. he always spits insults mid-fight and he sometimes continues the shit talking outside of the ring after the match ends. he’s a little unhinged in the way that he acts around the other boxers: arrogant, violent, and mean.

but with you, knives’ demeanor tames like pouring cool water over hot embers. he can’t help the way it fizzles out when you touch him or look at him. sometimes he feels himself switch when he’s with you, like he becomes someone entirely different. the same hands that leave others bruised and bloody are the same ones that reach up and gently wrap around your wrist, stopping your motions so he can lean in.

“wha- hey! i just started!” you exclaim as he begins to pull your hand away. you try and tug your arm out of his grasp when you notice blood continuing the drip from his cace. even as you try to remove yourself from his hold, he easily keeps you still.

“shh…” knives coos, his other hand reaching up to grab your face. his warm fingers gently squeezing your cheeks together, forcing you to pucker up for him.

you squeak as he connects his lips to yours, its firm and demanding the way he presses and pulls against you. squeezing a little more when he wants you to part your lips, taking what he wants, leaving you breathless. you can taste him in the back of your mouth when he finally lets you go.

you’re panting, using the same towel to wipe the of drool off your chin and quite frankly you don’t know if it’s yours or his.

“nai you fucker-“

“it’s my clinic, i control what happens inside of it.” knives says like it’s the simplest thing ever. his eyes flutter shut, waiting for you to resume cleaning him up like he didn’t just shove his tongue down your throat.

sure he was soft for you, but that didn’t mean he had to get rid of his arrogant self entirely.

you curse under your breath, yet you shakily bring the towel back up and dab the sweat dripping down his neck as he grins with his eyes closed.

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[triplesilverstar]

There are better ways to rest

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI 

Pairing: Knives X F!Reader

CW: Sick, rough oral, dom/sub undertones, Porn w plot 

Word count: Roughly 3.8KA/N: You find yourself sick, and after answering your door find your boyfriend Nai there to see you. Even after you told Legato to tell him not to come see you. Why do you feel like your day just got so much worse?

You’d woken up feeling like absolute crap, nose stuffed with mucus, throat sore, and ears cracking all the while. Clearly your co-worker that had said she was recovered from her sickness had lied and come back early and now you were left with the results of her poor decision. You’d decided first and foremost to make one damn important phone call and fished your phone out from under your pillow where it’d fallen. Dialing the number and putting it up to your ear, even though getting the correct contact number had taken a few tries, two rings on your end and a curt voice answered “What?” 

“I’m sick” voice cracking and hoarse, even to your own ears as you try to sit up more. 

“And that is my concern why?” Even in your haze his disinterest in your health is clear, the man has never cared for you, in fact the only person he does care for is the reason for your call. 

“Tell Nai so he doesn’t come see me. I’m not dealing with him being sick while I’m sick you asshole. No, I’m not dealing with a sick Nai at all.” Your throat is hurting even more after getting those words out, but you are not risking your boyfriend coming to see you and getting whatever you had, been there, done that, had the t-shirt. Sure you loved the tough idealistic man, but he was a grumpy, whiny little bitch when sick.

“If the opportunity presents itself I will” you hear a click, and if you didn’t already feel like your skin was on fire you were certain you’d be red in the face. 

“Motherfucker” that had been earlier in the week, a trip to the local clinic had resulted in you getting a week off work and a prescription for rest as well as directions to come back if you didn’t feel better after the week or things got worse. Well really it wasn’t a prescription, more of a rest and take some painkillers if you couldn’t handle the pain otherwise let nature take its course. 

And now, there was someone banging on your apartment door. Someone who was likely to get a threat made on their life, even if you couldn’t follow through with it at the moment. Wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, hair stuck to your sweat slicked skin you practically slammed the door open. “What!” To find your boyfriend looking at you with one of his eyebrows raised. Well fuck. 

“Is that how you’re going to greet me?” He’s looking down his nose at you, and if you weren’t as debilitated from your sickness as you were you would have noticed his pale blue eyes critically taking in your form. The bags under your eyes, pale sweat soaked skin, inflamed skin around your nose, certainly the picture of health.

“Babe” you find yourself trying to suck air in through your mouth, that brief adrenaline from being abruptly woken from your nap gone from your system. “Hi. And Bye.” You try to close the door in his face before he jams his foot in the gap, pushing it open and making his way inside. “Babe, please.” A loud snort leaves your nose which you know can’t be attractive to the built blond man “I’m sick.”

“Clearly” master of the obvious your lover is, and he is also ignoring you, heading into your kitchen. “When was the last time you ate something that didn’t come from a can?” You are not in the mood for this, you just want to crawl back onto your couch and sleep surrounded by the piles of used kleenex. Fluffy mountains. Fluffy, crusty mountains. 

Squaring your shoulders you take as deep of a breath as you can and adjust the blanket around your frame again “Nai, please. I don’t want you getting sick.” Hopeful the pitiful whine from your throat helps to convince him to just leave you be. Fucking Legato, when you’re better you are going to shove a pipe up his fucking ass, how hard would it have been for him to just tell Nai you were sick and didn’t want to see him. As you stare at him on your shaky legs you finally notice something, he’d brought a take out bag with him. 

“I won’t get sick. Given your usual unremarkable level of self care I decided to come and ensure you’re taking care of yourself.” Great, Legato did tell him but clearly left the warning off that you didn’t want to see him. “Now come sit down, you’re shaking” at his words you notice the fact you are trembling and slowly drag yourself over and slump on the counter level chair. Watching him unpack the bag with careful precision, then again in your fever-addled brain, everything Nai does is precise. 

Even sitting there is hard for your body, shaking and shivering “Nai, please. I love that you care enough to check on me. But please. I really don’t want you getting sick because of me.” Your gasping for air at the end, voice hoarse and scratchy from the mucus that built up in your head, and thankfully not dumb enough to utter that you are not taking care of him if he does. A steaming bowl of chicken soup slides in front of you, and from the look of it, it should be delicious, too bad you can’t smell or taste shit. Glancing up, you see him looming above you, face flat and arms crossed. 

“Eat” one word, a simple command, and you find yourself following his order, the hot liquid feeling wonderful at the back of your throat. “I have a few more containers I'll leave in your fridge that you can reheat as required. Honestly, what would you do without me.” You keep eating and watch as he makes a sweep of your apartment, cleaning up whatever pile of chaos you’ve left behind. You aren’t sure how long it takes you to finish, only that the moment you place the spoon down, his presence is back looming over you. “When was the last time you showered?” 

“Yesterday” and by showered, you meant sat under the streaming spray to try and get some relief from the congestion. A hand is placed on your arm, dragging you towards your bedroom and the attached bathroom through your closet. Rough hands ripping the blanket from your body, forcing you to shiver from the sudden chill leaving you in just your sleep shirt and shorts. Watching as Nai’s eyes take in your figure, noting the lack of undergarments as he can clearly make out your pebbled nipples through the fabric. 

“Go have a shower, before I’m forced to bath you myself” his voice has dropped a few octaves forcing another shiver from you. Stumbling your way into the bathroom and stripping along the way, not bothering to wait for the water to heat up as you step inside, the pounding rush of water feeling divine against your aching body. A voice breaks you from your stupor, leaning against the tiles and enjoying the feeling “hurry along, if I have to join you things will not be pleasant.” You groan, but the steam is helping clear your airways somewhat as you clean your skin and hair of the sickness induced grim. Taking his words to heart, you flick the faucet off as soon as the last few suds are gone from your body. 

Curtain jerking away you squeak, jumping on the slick surface and almost tumbling, a towel wrapped around your body and a firm arm keeping you steady. “Honestly woman” mutters from his lips as he drags you from the tub and back into the space between the bathroom and bedroom, drying your skin along the way. “It’s like you want to exhaust yourself and fall.” 

“All I’ve wanted to do since you got here was sleep. What’d you expect?” You should not have said that, his eyes are narrowed staring at you, you are in no condition to be lippy with him. He’s a man capable of horrendous acts of violence, and your impaired brain is digging you a hole. 

“Due to your condition, I'm willing to let that slide.” You don’t have a good hold on the towel around your body, so when his hands release the fabric it slides along your skin before hitting the floor “to an extent.” Back slamming against the drawers you hiss in pain, before a soft moan leaves you pressed against his body one hand fondling your breast, the other trailing up and down your ribs. “I wonder how I’ll punish you my Pet” his breath is hot against your ear, voice husky, a warmth settling in your core from that alone. 

Stepping away from the dresser he pulls you with him, rough palms gripping your chest at the edge of pain making you pant, lungs desperate for oxygen in your sickened state. A bruising grip against your hip, when his mouth descends to press against the soft skin of your neck feather soft lips against the heated skin. A drag of his tongue against your pulse point before you scream, his teeth clamping on the sensitive spot and sucking, your own hands clinging to any part of him you can find to keep yourself from crumpling. The sharp pain replaced by pleasure, the grip against your hip gone as his fingers skim across your pussy, pressing just hard enough to feel the wetness dripping from you. “Are you that desperate for my touch, Pet? Or does the idea of pain get you off?”       

“Please, Nai!” Your voice is getting hoarse again, throat feeling constricted now that you’re away from the steam of the bathroom. Sick or not, your body is thrumming for him, cunt throbbing in need because in truth both things go hand in hand with this man. You’ve always enjoyed being dominated, but before him it was a passing pleasure, now you can’t picture anyone but him using you like a play thing. His answer is to ram a finger past your entrance, thumb pressing harshly against your clit making you moan and almost slump against him. Leaning away from you, you groan as his hand leaves your breast, watching as he looks down his nose at you, before a harsh slap against your ass forces another scream past your lips. 

“You like that, don’t you, my pet?” His voice is low, making you clench around him “I don’t need to hear your words, I can feel your needy cunt trying to pull me in.” You know you’re starting to drool, barely able to keep your eyes open and on him while your body is torn between wanting to rest and chasing after the flame he’s building in your core.  

Two of his large fingers are curled inside you, pumping leisurely against your walls, eyes hooded watching your face as you gasp, fingers digging into the skin of his arm trying to keep yourself upright. “I won’t lie. I did come here with an alternative motive. I wanted to watch you writhe under me, unable to do anything but take the pleasure I’m forcing your body to endure while I use you.” His gaze is almost tender, free hand reaching up to press his thumb against your bottom lip. “But now? After seeing you like this, I want a different set of lips wrapped around my cock.” A jolt passes through your core at his words, his hand wrenched from your slick folds and forcing you on your knees, face pressed harshly against his crotch, feeling him twitching through the fabric of his pants.

A soft whine leaves you, desperate for more but after your earlier comment you aren’t foolish enough to reach out and undo his belt, not without him telling you to. “Such an obedient pet, I’ll help make you feel better.” There’s a harshness hidden beneath his teasing tone as his large hand keeps your face planted against him, grinding his groin against you. At the sound of his belt being undone you glance up, eyes flicking to meet his, looking at you like a feral animal about to pounce. “Undo my button and zipper.” It's soft from his lips, but you know a command from him when you hear it. Hand reaching up to glide along his thigh feeling the tight muscles beneath, fingers deftly working the button, not breaking eye contact as you slowly drag the piece of metal down, panting against him. 

Your cheek is keeping the fabric in place, a hum of approval leaving him and a smirk “good girl” the pressure against your head is lifted enough for you to pull away, so he can push the fabric down his legs before grinding against your face again. The damp stain against the tented fabric is vivid to your eyes and you feel your mouth watering even more, the heat against your face more intense now causing another throb to pulse between your legs. “Open your mouth” you’re almost disgusted with yourself for how quickly you drop your jaw, feeling him reposition your head so the soaked silk at the tip is pressed against your open lips. “Now suck” right away the taste of precum assaults your senses, pulled from the fabric that is clinging to him. Fuck you wish you had something in your pussy to clench around. His soft groans reach your ears, clearly enjoying himself. It’s getting harder to pull air into yourself while sucking, the fabric adding to the difficulty. 

All at once you’re roughly pulled away taking advantage to pull in the much needed oxygen, Nai roughly pushing his boxers to the ground before you're pulled against him again, tip pressed to your lips and using his hand as a guide forcing you to the base. A grunt passing his lips, tears forming against your lashes as his hand keeps you there, nose buried in the almost white hairs. Almost at your limit he pulls back, until the tip is all that remains, letting you swirl your tongue along the head, the rough treatment having partially cleared your nasal passages allowing you to somewhat breath. Pressing your tongue into his slit, a jolt from him sliding more of him into your mouth. “Such a good pet.” His words of praise adding to the slick dripping from you, and you hollow your cheeks sucking hard against him with small bobs. His fingers have tangled in your hair now, controlling your movement to a degree. Pressing the flat of your tongue against the underside of him, glancing up in time to watch a smirk light up his face, shoving you down his length to the base again. All you can see are the muscles of his abs twitching, while you’re gagging around him the tip against the back of your throat. 

You can’t see it, but he’s looking down at you loving the sight of your debauched face, tears streaming down your face making his balls tighten. “Breath through your nose pet” bringing his free hand down to cradle your face tenderly, thumb brushing against the liquid pouring from your eyes. What’d he give to keep you like this forever, throat working his dick wonderfully while your body is starting to panic around him. He’ll never tell you the hold you have on him. Pulling you back again, fully away this time to take great heaving lungfuls of air. Ensuring you’re watching him as he takes the digit that had so gently wiped away your tears in his mouth, moaning around it “delicious pet.”

He seems to be watching you, trying to gauge when you’re ready for more before pressing his tip to your lips again, using your hair like a lease to control how deep he’ll let you take him. “You can touch me, but no using your hands to speed this up” as soon as the words are out of his mouth your hands are pressing against his thighs, flexing under your fingers, as you glide up and down his length humming all the while. You're shivering, unsure if it’s from the sickness plaguing your body or his cock throbbing in your mouth from your actions. The grip on your hair loosens further and you take the chance to slide your hands from his thighs to grip his firm buttcheeks, using them to stabilize yourself as you force yourself down to his base and back up to the tip in long, slow, languid movements. A pleasant burn at the back of your throat from the controlled way you’re shoving his entire length into you. The groans and grunts leaving him are pulling your own release closer, knowing it’s you bringing those sounds from him.      

The grip on your hair tightens again, forcing you to stay in place mewing this time at the sudden regain of control and a layer of sweat breaking out across your skin as his tip bruises the back of your throat. Pulling you away again a thick line of spit connecting your lips to his throbbing member. Eyes narrowing, he’s staring hard at you now his cock twitching in the cool air around him “drop your hands pet. I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to enjoy every bit of it” this time you don’t do exactly as he’s said letting them trail down along the back of his legs enjoying just the feel of him beneath your hands. A maniac glint flashes in his eyes “that little act of rebellion is going to cost you” putting your mouth back around his cock he wastes no time setting a brutal pace fucking your warm mouth, and all you can do is take it. Forcing you to take him so roughly that you feel like he’s shoving himself down your windpipe, a symphony of grunts and groans spilling from his lips, as well as the occasional praise of how well you take him. Drool is starting to pour from the sides of your mouth dripping onto your thighs, both of his hands holding your face as he bucks into you, you're desperate to cum but don’t dare move your hands to satisfy yourself. A fresh round of tears both from the pain and frustration that you can’t bring yourself any relief. 

It isn’t long before your throat is starting to feel raw from the rough treatment, trying to distract yourself, you stare at his face taking in his appearance. The normally spiked up bangs starting to fall forward, a line of sweat forming on his hairline from his efforts, pale eyes narrowed but still sharp, teeth clenched between his slightly parted lips. A smirk gracing his lips once he catches your eyes “I’m going to cum pet. I expect you to swallow every. Last. Drop.” His final words are each punctuated with a hard thrust to the back of your throat, a brief stuttering of his hips before the grip on your head is bruising, pulling you hard enough to flatten your nose against the muscles above his cock, lips stretched around the base of him. You’re gagging as the thick ropes of cum fill your airway, writhing against his hands to no avail, forced to try and swallow everything he’s pumping into you, and with the angle you have no choice but to if you don’t want to choke on his seed.

His grip relaxes, cupping one of your cheeks as you pull yourself off him, coughing against one of your hands. “How are you feeling, pet?” His voice is tender in his post orgasm haze, and you find yourself smiling up at him.

“Like I can breathe for the first time in days.” He’s nodding before releasing you and heading into your bathroom, kicking the clothes tangled around his legs off, taking deep breaths with your eyes closed and you hear the sink faucet running. After that you’re ready to curl up in bed, a warm damp cloth pressed against your face, roughly wiping at your mouth. 

“At least you followed directions in the end. I would have had to get more creative if you failed to swallow everything.” Face cleaned he’s pulling one of your drawers open and throwing a clean set of sleepwear at you, pulling out one of his clean pairs of boxers kept at your place. Eyes open you notice his cock has been wiped clean of your drool, pulling your shirt and shorts on is a struggle, an annoyed huff leaving Nai as he assists you. “You can’t even get dressed without my assistance, you helpless thing.” Now letting you lean against his body on your way to your bed you smile, Nai tucking you in with a parting shot “Try and take better care of yourself, I have a better use for my time then looking after you.” 

“Thank you Nai” tumbles softly from your lips as your exhaustion starts to overtake you, you think you imagine a soft press of his lips to your forehead and a whisper of your welcome followed by your name. You wake up hours later sore and exhausted still, but two bottles of water are beside you on your nightstand with some painkillers and a note. In true Nai fashion it’s directions on reheating the different soups he’s left in your fridge, and no cute little love note. 

By the following week you feel right as rain, a skip in your step, and Nai’s favorite bottle of wine tucked under your arm. Trust your boyfriend to have expensive tastes, but you figured the bottle would be a better thank you gift than just saying thanks for coming to see me and shoving your dick down my throat. Knocking on the door and trying to put on your best sexy smile for him. A smile that drops when the door opens and you take one look at him, hair soaked with sweat and falling in his eyes, a giant oversized hoodie wrapped around his frame. “Oh hell no Babe” You force the bottle into his free arm and step back well out of his reach, a look of confusion painted across it. “I said I didn’t want to get you sick. This is not a me problem” you turn wiping your hands against one another while he calls out after you. 

You fish your phone from your purse and dial a familiar number “What?” 

“Remember last week, when I told you I wasn’t taking care of Nai if he got sick?” You do your best to keep the joy from your voice. 

“What doe-”

You quickly cut the blue haired man off “Nai’s sick, and while I had planned on shoving a pipe up your ass, I think I'll enjoy this even more. Now go look after your boss, Asshole!” You take great joy in hearing the panic on the other end of the phone before ending the call. If Nai remembers you walking away from him you’ll be in for a round of punishment from him later, but nothing is worse than looking after him when he’s sick.

This one shot then prompted more ideas that turned into my Knives X reader series.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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!!nsfw, minors + blank/ageless blogs dni, will be blocked!!

cw: hate sex but w feelings, frenemies to lovers, fingering, oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, oddly intimate aftercare, what is happening, no one is in touch w their feelings :') modern au i guess??

sequel to this :)

knives is relieved to find that when he removes his headphones, the apartment is quiet.

he stands from his bed and peeks his head out of his door, doubly relieved to see the dark hallway, silence enveloping the space - an improvement from its rambunctious state just hours prior, in his opinion.

he doesn't bother turning any lights on or making an effort to stay quiet, though he hardly makes any noise to begin with. it's just that he doesn't care to be cautious in case he wakes any of you up, wherever each of you had chosen to pass out for the night; he still doesn't understand why vash insists you all overstay after drinking and encroach on his sacred space - their sacred space, but it happens so often that he assumes you're all still there somewhere without even seeing physical confirmation.

he supposes he could say something to vash, but he can't bring himself to when it clearly makes his brother that happy to be with you all.

knives makes his way to the kitchen with ease, hands shoved into his hoodie and eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness. he gets himself a glass of water and leans against the corner of the counter as he sips, eyebrow twitching in irritation when he hears someone grunt in their sleep out in the living room, the sound followed by continued steady, heavy breaths.

of course.

he just hopes everyone's gone by the morning.

knives finishes up, and just as he's about to move to place his glass in the sink, he hears the undeniable click of a door unlatching.

he sighs so deeply at the possibility of whoever it could be initiating a conversation with him in the middle of his kitchen at three o'clock in the morning, he thinks he feels it in his soul.

what he doesn't expect is for it to be you, coming out of vash's room.

your hair is mussed, and you're rubbing at your eyes, feeling your way into the kitchen in the dark. he doesn't know why, but his chest tightens, jaw clenching - he assumes it's from annoyance.

knives can see you clearly from where he stands, leaning back against the counter next to the sink once more, empty glass in his hand, suddenly unsure of what to do. you're near the only way in and and out of the kitchen, and if he left now, he'd still have to pass you, and lord only knows what kind of smartass remarks you'd have to say about him being in his own kitchen in the middle of the night. his brows furrow in irritation just at the thought of it.

and he'd rather not know why you were coming from his brother's room, looking rumpled and groggy and wearing one of his t-shirts, but somehow he can't help but wonder, and it makes him glower.

and then he recognizes that it isn't vash's shirt you're wearing. it's his own.

for some reason he doesn't quite understand, his breath hitches at the realization, and it happens before he can stop himself.

it's that soft sound that alerts you to his presence on your way to the cupboard, and you whip your head up to the source, eyes suddenly wide and clear, and though you startle, to your credit you don't make any additional noise.

"what the fuck?!" you whisper-shout, just as he asks, "why are you still here?"

you glare at each other for a moment, sizing each other up, irritation glinting in your eyes.

until you seem to think better of it, shaking your head with an annoyed huff before continuing with what you were doing. you turn your nose up petulantly and don't acknowledge him any further as you take your own glass, navigating your way around his kitchen as if it were your own.

it irks him, to say the least.

knives doesn't like you at the best of times, when you seem to be constantly going out of your way to go against everything he says and does and sometimes even just thinks - but he likes it even less when you put on that indifferent act, as if you're too precious and powerful to even acknowledge his presence. he hates it. who do you think you are?

"why are you still here?" he repeats through gritted teeth, unmoving even as you brush past him to fill up your own glass with water.

you smell like his brother; you must have been sleeping in his bed with him, doing god knows what else.

knives wrinkles his nose.

even in the dark he can see you roll your eyes, and a spark of hot displeasure lights up in his chest. "why do you think, genius?"

knives isn't sure why his stomach lurches. he tries not to think about the implication, you coming from his brother's room, you in what you'd probably assumed were his clothes, unknowing who they truly belonged to.

before he can stop himself, he's in your space again, ducking close to your face to speak low, deep voice barely a whisper. he's not above intimidating you to protect his brother. "look, i don't want to know what you're doing with my brother, but if you ever, ever even think about-"

"what the fuck is your problem with me?!" there's that spitfire of anger in your face he's so familiar with, in the tone of your voice even though you're whispering, too. it gives him a sick kind of satisfaction he's not willing to address. "it's not even like that!" you unconsciously step closer into his space, too, until you're nearly bumping foreheads. "vash isn't like you. he's sleeping on the couch with nic - he gave me and meryl his bed to share, not that it should matter to you, you miserable bastard."

knives is rarely, if ever, left speechless.

something like relief sprouts in his chest, though he isn't sure why.

and then your other words sink in, and he's annoyed again. how do you know what he's like? you don't know him at all, and it's a lie to say you know vash as well as he does, someone who's been by his side all his life. it matters to him because vash is his brother, his one and only, and he needs to protect him as much as he's able.

"you need to stop letting vash drink so much." he doesn't know why vash insists on these get-togethers nearly every week - you all see each other practically every day, if vash can help it, and knives doesn't understand how drinking and playing board games can be that fun when you do it so often.

"he's an adult, in his own home, he can make his own decisions. you're way too overprotective." your annoyance doesn't let up, so neither does his glare. "are you jealous or something?"

jealous? do you even know the meaning of the word? you think he's jealous, when all he wants is to keep his brother safe? you may be even less smart than he'd initially thought.

knives doesn't reply, he knows this could go on for a while, and he'd much rather go back to bed and forget he'd ever seen you tonight, with your hair sleep-mussed and your eyes droopy with sleepiness yet glittering in the little bit of light from the street lamp shining through the window, the fabric of his shirt hanging off your shoulders. he can already feel the headache you always seem to induce in him creeping in at the edges of his consciousness.

he steps forward to lean over you and set his empty glass in the sink, subsequently making you step back with him, until your lower back presses into the edge of the counter.

his breath hitches again when he realizes how close you are, yet neither of you move for what feels like an eternity.

it surprises him that he isn't uncomfortable with the lack of space between you. you're warm, and underneath the smell of vash, there's something soft and pleasant that makes him feel light. his heart starts to race, and his frown deepens at that. you seem just as lost in thought, your brows scrunched together, eyes roiling with a mix of emotions he isn't sure he wants to explore.

and then it happens so suddenly that he doesn't know who moved first.

but then he decides it doesn't matter much, when your lips feel that soft against his, that sweet - shocking for someone who spouts such venom at him.

you break apart just as quickly, so quick he wonders if it happened at all, or if it was just lack of sleep catching up to him and making him hallucinate, because there's just no way he would let that happen, no way you - you who finds him just as deplorable as he does you, he thinks - would ever let that happen.

and even more surprising still, you do. again.

there's a split second where you're staring at each other, and then another where you're abandoning your glass on the counter, water sloshing past the rim in your haste, and grabbing at the thick fabric of his hoodie across his chest and hauling yourself up to his height to kiss him again, and the slowly growing aggression of it all makes him nearly growl, a desperate sort of sound rasping deep from his throat.

it's less of a kiss and more of a fight for dominance, which is so like your strained dynamic that it makes him smirk between the small, quick nips of your teeth, the slide of your tongue across his lips and past them, the nudge of your noses together when he doesn't let you in so easily.

knives watches with amusement through heavily lidded eyes and lets you take over, just for a moment, just so he can see you - only out of curiosity. his fingers clutch at your waist, savor the warmth of your skin coming through your stupid shirt that you likely don't know is his; he can't deny enjoying the desperate, feverish way you move, the sour look previously on your face melting into determination, desire.

how sweet, and he'd never known.

just as you pull back for breath, he bites at your bottom lip, shivering when you let out an uncharacteristic whine.

oh, he likes that.

his hand comes up to the nape of your neck, large enough to stroke the edge of your jaw with his thumb simultaneously. he studies your face for a moment, the lustful glitter in your eyes contrasted so nicely by the wrinkle of your brow, as if you're angry at yourself for doing what you'd just done, for giving in and wanting it - the wet mauve of your lips slightly swollen from use, the heat in your cheeks.

have you always been this pretty? have you been holding out on him?

knives decides then that it's his turn.

wordlessly he cradles the back of your head in his hand, tilting you up for him so he can kiss you even deeper before you can even fully catch your breath. he nips at you again before sliding his tongue into your open mouth, swirling it around your own, teasing. he licks and nips at you until you're pliant, like putty in his hands, slumping back against the sink behind you with a pleasured sigh. he can admit he gets carried away, bites at the plush of your bottom lip a little harder than he means to, but the sweet little whine that escapes from you, the instinctive tug at the roots of his stark blonde hair, makes it all worth it. you pull just as hard as he'd bitten, and it thrills him.

he slots himself between your legs easily, lifts you up onto the counter just as simply, making you pull away to gasp at the swift movement.

"knives-" you start, and he can hear confusion in your voice, trepidation, though it's barely above a whisper.

despite himself, despite the alarms alerting him in the back of his mind that he doesn't like you, he can't stand you - hates you, even - despite your well-known history of constantly butting heads and making each other miserable - the feeling of wanting you in this moment overwhelms him, pushes everything else to the wayside and all but consumes him. he feels like he's burning from head to toe to touch you, to taste you, to hear the pleasured little sounds you make that he'd never even thought to examine just before.

this is bad, he thinks.

and then you cut yourself off with a gasp when his desire wins out and his lips travel down your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses down the line of it, grazing his teeth along your skin, and he thinks instead that it can most certainly be worse.

if he lets himself have you this one time, just this once, nothing else has to change.

right?

you spare him the luxury of thinking when you spread your knees wider and pull him closer between them, your ankles crossing at the small of his back, locking him in and making his decision for him. pure heat zips through him, and he's assured you feel it too when you arch to roll your hips against his arousal, earning a pleased gasp.

"knives...?" you whisper again, and he loves how winded you sound, how overwhelmed. but there's a silent question there, it's in your eyes too when he trails his lips back up to look at you again, your arms resting on the broad line of his shoulders.

he dips to kiss you once more, but is interrupted by another distant, sleepy groan from the living room, and he's reminded of where you are, what you're doing out in the open where any of your and vash's stupid friends could walk in on at any given time.

it excites him.

clearly you don't agree. you pause for a moment, then seem to make a decision for yourself. "your room," you demand quietly, almost shy, and it's so uncharacteristic of you that it gives him pause, too.

and for the first time ever, it seems, knives complies without a smartass retort.

you cling to him as he blindly navigates you both through the kitchen and back to his room, leaving heated open-mouthed kisses down from his jaw to his neck, nuzzling down into the soft fabric of his hood in search of more of his skin. your touch scorches him, he thinks, his fingers twitching on your thigh and the small of your back as he supports you easily with your legs still wrapped around the taper of his waist.

it occurs to him that he has never utilized his strength in this way, and it sparks something carnal hidden deep in his brain.

he thinks he accidentally slams his door, but neither of you seem to heed any other precautions once you're inside his room (it wouldn't be too far off from his normal behavior anyway). he shoves you up against the door, and you find the hem of his hoodie and push it up his body just as roughly, until he pulls it off in one swift motion, and you're on him again, kissing him until you have to gasp for air. when you pull away, panting, he can't help but notice your gaze lingering on his torso, fingers smoothing along the thick, corded muscle of his shoulders and upper arms in what can only be appreciation, and something like pride bursts in his chest.

and then you're using the door as leverage to push yourself up higher against him, elbows on his shoulders, until you're looking down at him, smirking.

knives isn't sure if he likes the way you're looking at him now, staring deep into his eyes and smiling like you know something he doesn't, like he's somehow proven something you'd known all along.

as if he's playing right into your hands.

and he has never, and will never, lose to you.

knives turns and drops you down onto the middle of his bed, and though your lips are still parted in that irritating smirk, you do him the favor of taking your (his) shirt off, leaning back on your elbows with an eyebrow cocked as if in a silent challenge.

he notices for the first time that you hadn't been wearing shorts or a bra underneath, leaving you in your underwear, and the sight before him makes heat zip straight down to his groin.

no matter how much he thinks he's always disliked you, he knows you're beautiful. there's always a sparkle in your eyes, of something he can't quite place, that shines the most when you're with vash and your stupid friends, your smile that's never been directed at him, that usually falls at the sight of him.

you're smiling now, though - not in the way he particularly likes, but of course it still looks good on you. of course.

"take a picture, pretty boy, it'll last longer."

knives doesn't know how long he'd been staring, but he snaps to attention and stubbornly doesn't address the flush rising to his cheeks. if he refuses to be humiliated there's no way he can be.

did you call him pretty?

he knees onto the bed between your legs and you meet him halfway when he leans in, tugging him down and weaving your fingers into his hair. he can't deny how good it feels when your soft fingertips scrape lightly against his scalp, when you pull gently at the strands when his hips slot perfectly along yours and you gasp into his mouth at the hard heat of him against your center.

one elbow beside your head to hold himself over you, he grinds his hips down experimentally, his other hand grasping your thigh against his waist. he grunts at the sweet friction even with the layers still between you, at the way your shoulders jerk back just a little on instinct, another sharp breath parting your pretty lips.

"knives," you breathe against his cheek when he shifts to kiss your jaw, nip at your earlobe, "touch me."

oh.

to your credit you aren't begging, and usually he would make fun of you for seeming so pitiful (though your tone is nothing short of demanding), but somehow he can't bring himself to in the moment.

because god, does he truly want to touch you.

he pulls back a little to free his hands, glancing at you for just a moment before drifting down to your neck and letting his hands wander. he isn't sure he can look at your face for too long right now; he won't admit how afraid and uncertain he is of the torrent of emotion making his chest tight. not with you, not right now.

for the second time that night, he does as you say without another word. he trails his lips down your neck, pausing between your breasts just as his hands come up to cup at them, kneading gently and pinching lightly at your nipples. he moves to twist his tongue around one, then the other, kissing and nipping at the supple flesh until he's satisfied and you're arching into his touch, just on the verge of whining (too stubborn to just yet), until one hand slides further down your body to slip beneath the waistband of your underwear.

the thin fabric is beyond soaked, and that fact pleases him to no end. he has a mouthful of your chest when he brushes over your clit, and that's when you finally whine, fingers twitching in his snowy hair.

the sweet little sound reverberates in his brain, he thinks, and he slides two fingers through your dripping folds in a trance, intent on getting you to make it again when he slips one into your entrance.

"fuck," he murmurs when he finally feels the clamp of your pussy around him, how tight and wet and hot you are around his thick finger, how your body responds to him, far nicer than you've ever been, especially to him. he pumps it until he can slide the other in with ease, and simultaneously rubs at your clit with the rough pad of his thumb.

you squirm, as if to get away from him, but at the same time you're tugging him closer, up, up, up until he can kiss you again.

now he can look at you when you break apart, because you look a little lost and a little dazed and a lot more lovely than he ever remembers, and your gaze isn't as intense as it had been, glazed over with the pleasure you're feeling.

the pleasure he's giving you.

knives shivers as he continues his ministrations and watches with amusement between kisses as your face contorts with each shift in his rhythm, his movement. he makes a pleased sound in his throat as he studies you; this is all new to him, especially with you, who has always perplexed him and simultaneously irritated him but somehow brought up these conflicting, intense emotions within him, just as conflicting and intense as you usually are to each other. he massages at your walls, scissors his fingers to stretch you wide for him (a thought that makes his cock throb in the confines of his pants), flicks at your swollen bud. you're clutching at his arms now, nails digging into his skin when he crooks his fingers in wonder and inadvertently nudges up against your sweet spot, gasping and swearing at him to keep going, right there.

you whine again when you cum around his fingers, dripping right into his hand, and this time, you're saying his name, too, and it's so high and breathy it rings pleasantly over and over in his head like a melody.

knives continues thrusting until you're pushing his hand away, breathing heavy. you blink up at him, eyes clearing, and that intensity is back in them.

but this time, emboldened by his obvious effect on you, he holds your gaze as he brings his sullied fingers to his mouth and cleans up your mess, the taste of you melting on his tongue. warm, not unpleasant in the least.

when he's done, he presses them against your bottom lip until you open up for him, eyes glinting as your tongue slides along his skin, licking up his spit and the remnants of your slick, and something hot and impossibly urgent slices through his entire body.

and he can't fight another curiosity that sprouts in his mind.

knives takes his hand from you and shoves it down the front of his pants, stroking himself with your saliva, biting his bottom lip to keep in the groan bubbling up his throat at the much needed attention.

surprising you and himself, however, he dips down further between your legs, peeling the pitifully drenched gusset of your underwear to the side with his free hand so he can taste from you directly. just out of curiosity.

his tongue slides between your folds once, twice, before he grows frustrated with the fabric still obstructing your cunt and rips it down your legs with relative ease.

you choke back a sound that he would very much like to hear at that, your legs falling akimbo before he's tugging you back down to him with strong hands on your thighs.

knives pauses, then, gaze flitting between you and your pussy, watching with a strange sort of amusement and fascination at how your cunt flutters around nothing, how wet you are - practically dripping down onto his bed - how your brows furrow and you look like you want to snap at him, but you're biting your lip to keep it in.

and he almost wishes you would gripe at him again, just to bring him back down to earth.

he chuckles softly to himself before diving back down, licking his lips in preparation - and then he's licking at yours. he isn't entirely sure what he's doing - he hasn't had much experience, but he'd never admit that - running on instinct and your reactions alone, lapping up your slick and flicking his tongue at your swollen bud because it makes you keen. when he accidentally grazes his teeth against it your back arches, so he lavishes the sensitive bundle of nerves with attention, alternating between sucking on it and lapping up your every gush of arousal, a groan rumbling in his chest at how much he discovers he enjoys this; you are at his mercy in every way, the broad line of his shoulders keeping you from clamping your legs shut around him, the pleasure you're so desperately clawing at him for at the very tip of his tongue.

he isn't bothered in the least by the obscenely wet sounds of his lips smacking against your skin, his tongue sliding along your folds and into your twitching hole so voraciously it seems to have made you give up on holding in the sounds you make, writhing against his sheets and nearly crying curses at him, your initial aggression towards him long since dissipated into something needy, almost desperate, and entirely wanton.

and when he glances up at you, he doesn't think he's ever liked an expression on you more than the pleasure and desperation so evident across your features, the heavy flush of your skin and the sweat dampening the edges of your face, so lovely when you call for him.

you tense considerably, as you had the first time, and he knows you're close.

and he wonders how you'd react if...

knives pulls away with a parting smack of his lips around your clit and a devious grin.

instantly you choke out a sob, back arching and eyes widening in shock as the peak you'd been cresting gets ripped out from right beneath your fingertips.

from beneath his tongue.

"knives, no, fuck- i-" you gasp and stutter helplessly as your brain catches up, and he loves how needy you sound, it lights him up from head to toe.

he cuts you off before you can recover, swiping carelessly at the mess on his chin before kissing you again, moving like a man starved, as if he hadn't just devoured his fill from you. simultaneously he shoves the band of his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock, groaning into your mouth along with you when he slides himself between your folds, so unbelievably wet and warm and borderline heavenly.

"knives," you murmur against his lips, reaching down and pressing his length against the heat of your pussy with a warm palm to help him along.

he grunts at the direct contact, breath hitching when he covers your hand completely, yours so much smaller and softer than his, your thumb lining his slit before guiding him to your twitching hole.

"knives, put it in, fuck-" you're writhing again, gritting the words between your teeth like it pains you not to have him inside you.

but again, to your credit, you're not begging, but demanding.

he can't deny the jolt it sends through his system, how needy you look yet so stubborn, too prideful to even ask nicely, as fierce and feisty as ever, even underneath him.

"nai," he mumbles before he can stop himself, finally pressing the head of his cock to your entrance, nudging until you tug him towards you with gripping hands at his hips. he pushes in with a breathy sigh, watches the way your pussy parts for him with rapture, every painstaking inch that disappears inside your heat, the hug of your walls unlike anything, anything he's ever felt before. you're so tight he has to draw back just a bit before thrusting back in, and you gasp, too, when he slides in to the hilt, his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "call me 'nai' when i'm fucking you," he finishes with another shallow thrust, more breathless than he'd like to be, nearly growling it into the crook of your neck, relishing the way you shiver at the depth of his voice.

to his surprise you laugh, breathy and soft, fingers gliding along the smooth plane of his back, lingering on the muscles that jump beneath your touch. you turn your head to bite lightly at his jaw, nip at his ear, making him shudder, and whisper, "then fuck me, nai."

"fuck," he nearly snarls as he draws back and plunges back into you, setting a pace so ferocious you can do nothing but hold onto him for dear life, eyes going wide as your body writhes beneath him, as if trying to catch up to the pleasure you're feeling. his hips smack wetly into yours, big hands skimming over your skin and squeezing a little meanly at where you're softest (bruises in the shape of his fingers along your body are thoughts that seem far removed from your mind at the moment), pausing to grip at the thick of your thighs to keep you open for him.

he loves how you look all splayed beneath him, pliant and vulnerable and just the right amount of messy, beautifully debauched in a way he's never seen you and isn't sure he's likely to see again, and god, is he going to savor it.

he'll treasure this moment as he should; he just wants to devour you, pick you apart piece by piece just to see how much you can take, see if you'll still gift him with that annoying little smirk of yours even after he's wrecked you.

he has no doubt that you will.

knives slows his hips to a deep grind just to drop his gaze and watch with intent fascination as his cock disappears between your dripping lips, how wet and sinful it looks, yet how sweetly you suck him back in, the instinct pure and unyielding to drive back into your heat - so addicting it takes his breath and makes goosebumps ripple across his entire body.

"oh, nai-" you moan between breaths, and it's like a drug injected right into his bloodstream; he has no doubt his pupils are the size of saucers. he picks up his pace again, chases the perfect, velvet hug of your walls around him, keeps his mouth busy by licking and sucking at your nipples, grazing teeth and biting greedily at the soft flesh of your chest, delighted when you arch your body up into his hungry mouth.

before long he can feel you seize up again, and he decides to take mercy on you this time, sneaking a hand between your bodies to paw ruthlessly at your sensitive clit. you heave, nails raking across his back and in his hair, the short burst of pain mild compared to the pleasure he feels when your cunt flutters around him, compared to the pretty look on your face when you finally taste heaven again. when he lets you.

he's never heard his name sound as beautiful as it does when it breaks on your lips, half-sob and half-moan, cracked in the middle as you clutch at anything you can reach, pure pleasure washing over every part of you and across your face. you're squeezing him so tightly he has to still his hips, instead just pushing into you as deep as he can and relishing the tantalizing flutter of your walls, the way you gush so sweetly around him, gritting his teeth to try to stave off his own release just to feel you a little longer.

knives nips at your parted lips as you come down, trying to catch your breath. "not bad," he drawls against your skin, hiding his smirk into the edge of your jaw. there is a surge of energy inside him that has everything to do with you cumming on his cock. his. but he wasn't going to let that show.

you huff an annoyed breath but you're smiling slyly, squeezing at his forearms to get his attention. "let me get on top." your voice is so surprisingly gentle, the hostility towards him you'd been holding onto so stubbornly seemingly torn to pieces by his fulfilment of your desires, that he almost misses it.

and once more, he heeds your demands without even thinking twice, pulling out and disposing of his pants and underwear in the process.

you sit up and straddle him as soon as you're able, capturing his lips in a kiss so heated and passionate he almost swears he can feel you drip like lava down his throat, your tongue lapping at his mouth like he's made of sugar.

he's never been treated this way, much less coming from you, who had only given him the time of day to express your disdain towards him - and vice versa - and the idea itself is so jarring that it leaves him speechless and malleable like putty beneath you when you finally pull away.

you trail your greedy mouth down his jaw and neck, licking and biting lightly as he had done, fingers sliding down his abdomen and making him shiver before wrapping around his cock. he throbs in your grip, groans a little when you give him a sound squeeze and swipe your thumb slowly along the sensitive tip, hips jerking up instinctively to meet you when you stroke down, other hand fondling at his balls.

you draw back just a bit to look at him, and for the first time he sees you admire him openly, your eyes clear and smile salacious when your gaze rakes down his naked body. it sends a shiver down his spine.

"shit," you breathe, loosening your fist to touch feather-light along his shaft, watch the twitch of it with rapt satisfaction. "i hate your fucking guts, but god you're fucking beautiful." you snort, partly amused, partly like you're annoyed with him about something he can't help. he's all too familiar with that from you. "even your dick is pretty."

knives is somewhat used to being openly admired for his looks and physicality - it was nothing he'd ever brag about, just a fact of his life that he couldn't avoid. you had been the only person before this who seemed unimpressed by him, going as far as to look disgusted by his mere presence. to hear you admit you find him beautiful nearly knocks him over.

but before he even has the chance to process it completely, you're sitting up on your knees, holding his cock firmly once more and positioning him at your entrance.

you sink down on him excruciatingly slow, fighting to keep your breathing even at the stretch of him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

knives grits his teeth at the slow - god, deeply satisfying - drag of his sensitive cock along your walls, a moan rumbling deep in his chest when you're fully seated. your back arches, pressing your chest against his as you lament, breathless above him, "fuck, that's- that's deep." you wiggle a little in his lap, adjusting, breath catching when the head of his cock must nudge up against that sweet spot inside you.

not for the first time on this godforsaken night he finds he has nothing to say. your pussy is a vice he doesn't think he can ever get used to - in the best way - and he's still trying to accustom himself when you start moving. you raise yourself up without prompting, and then drop back down with a whine so lovely it sends shivers down his spine. in no time at all you're bouncing deliciously in his lap, squeezing at his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck and the side of his face as you mindlessly chase your high again, setting the pace and focusing on your own pleasure.

knives won't lie, this view of you, so vulnerable and full of desire that you're hardly thinking straight, using him for your own pleasure, it should irk him - but it just arouses him even more. he secretly relishes this side of you, your usual aggression towards him transforming instead into this lustful, delirious frenzy - it's in the way you tug at his hair, the raspy groans that escape from deep in your throat.

soon he's just as lost in you, thrusting up to meet you when you come down, shoulders pressing hard into the wall behind him. you're mesmerizing, the way you roll your hips, chest bouncing at his eye level, perfect for him to continue his earlier endeavor of licking and biting at them, loving the way the supple flesh fills his mouth, the way your skin darkens where he nips a little too hard. distantly he hopes the marks he makes last a long time.

he quickens your pace with strong hands on the curve of your ass, fingers kneading at your cheeks and forcing you down on him. you can do nothing but whine, thighs shaking on either side of him, as he takes over for you and bounces you on his cock, arching back when his pelvis grinds up against your sensitive clit.

your walls are clenching again and he can feel it so acutely with every drag of his cock, how you keen every time the head of him nudges into the deepest parts of you.

"can i- do you want me to-" he's never been this inarticulate in his life, and his voice is so gruff he feels like he hasn't spoken in too long, but he's saved the embarrassment because he doesn't think you're thinking straight enough to notice either.

you seem to be holding onto your sanity by a thin thread, however, because you seem to understand just fine, tugging at the roots of his hair to tilt his head back so you can kiss him again. "yeah, yeah, cum inside, just-" his hips jerk up at your words and you interrupt yourself with a gasp. "just for tonight."

knives practically growls, arms sliding around your waist and pressing into the small of your back to hold you tight to him so he can snap his hips up, burying his face in your neck as he drives into you so hard and fast it makes you tremble and renders you practically immobile. he can feel you squeeze around him and it only takes a few frenzied thrusts to fly into his peak, a low groan escaping him, and he thinks he sees stars when he digs into you as deep as he can and spills inside you, each heavy pulse of his cock pumping you full.

he doesn't think he's ever cum this hard, this much, felt pleasure so deep that the absence of it in the aftershocks makes him ache.

and you moan at the feeling, at the mess he's made of you, still grinding against him sloppily despite how he'd manhandled you and forced you so close to him there's hardly any space between you, blinded by lust and nearing your own orgasm. knives has half a mind to slip a hand between you and help you along, massaging at your swollen clit until you cum again in just a few seconds, clutching at his hair and scrabbling at his back, choking on his name in a way that he thinks will replay in his head for a very long time. he hisses, sensitive, when your pussy spasms so sweetly around his flagging cock, fingers twitching around the fat of your ass.

he doesn't realize he's still clutching you tight to him until you've both come down and the fog of lust has cleared, chests heaving together, and the stickiness of his skin against yours sets in.

he can do nothing to quiet the countless thoughts racing in his head, but he suffers quietly, waits for you to put into action what he knows is inevitable but can't admit he doesn't want.

you're stronger than he gives you credit for, he can concede that now. once you catch your breath, you take one more deep one, and seem to gather yourself before sitting up from where you'd buried your face into the crook of his neck. you don't meet his eyes when you break free, for which he can't decide if he's thankful or regretful - he can't decide if he wants you to hate him even more now than you did before or.... something else entirely.

but he isn't stupid enough to think sex would solve any kind of conflict, especially between you two.

"not bad," you breathe, throwing his words back at him with that lovely little smirk as you disentangle yourself from him and collapse onto his bed on your back, trying to steady your breathing when the pressure of him between your legs leaves you.

he doesn't realize how cold his room actually is until your warmth is gone, and goosebumps raise across his skin for a completely different reason than before.

knives couldn't control his gaze if he tried. he watches with an undeniable heat in his face as the mess between you - proverbial and physical - becomes clearer, as a mix of his release and yours drips down the inside of your thighs and onto his bed, shines across your skin and his abs.

he has to resist the urge to reach over and plunge his fingers back into your core in an instinctual attempt to keep it all inside you.

but then you're straightening your quivering legs and rolling away and onto your feet, swaying just a bit, unsteady. "um." you reach for something on the floor and pull it over your head - his hoodie, he realizes, with a too-loud thump of his heart - and pointedly hold the hem of it down in the front between your legs, squeezing them together slightly. he wonders if you're suddenly shy, after all that, and can't stop the thought that pops into his head that he finds that incredibly... cute. "i'm just gonna-" you turn abruptly towards his bathroom, and he can't help but notice the high flush on your cheeks, the way you're borderline waddling as you try to slip away as quickly as possible.

before he can think any better of it, knives scrambles to his feet and shoves his pants back on and follows you. without another word he runs the water in the sink until it's pleasantly warm and wets a hand towel, and then he finally faces you with a pointed look and a twinge in his chest.

did you really think he was a shitty enough person to leave you with the mess he helped make?

you're beside him at the sink, watching him with a curious look he can't quite read, tissue already in one hand, the other still trapping his hoodie between your legs.

knives sighs, wrings out the towel and gets down on his knees.

never once had he thought he'd ever be in this position, but he pushes away any implications and focuses on you.

finally, you look him in the eyes once more. he cocks a thick brow up at you, and after a moment, you nod once, letting go of the fabric in your hand and relaxing a little against the bathroom counter behind you.

his heart thuds in his ears as he slowly reveals your skin to him once more. you spread your legs a bit and he starts wiping up from where you'd dripped down one of your knees before he even has to lift the hem up, pressing it against your soft stomach and making sure to be gentle with his strokes. if his touch lingers, he pretends not to notice.

he does notice where your skin has darkened where he'd been a little more rough with you, and touches even softer.

he didn't even know he could be this tender, too.

perhaps it's the intimacy of the moment getting to him, bereft of the lust that had clouded judgment in the moments prior, but he finds himself pressing his lips against your hipbone when he's done, so softly he may be able to brush it off as accidental had you not been watching him so intently.

though you avert your eyes when he looks up at you and gets back to his feet.

he feels your eyes on him again when he rinses the towel in the sink, and when he looks up and catches your eye in the mirror, you look like you want to say something.

but then you're shaking your head minutely, offering him the reflection of a tiny little smile, tucked into a corner of your lips but even he can see it's genuine. you're toying with the hem of his hoodie, turning the band of it back and forth in your fingers, barely visible past the too-long sleeves. "thanks, nai."

nai.

you pause, and then lean in to peck at his bare shoulder, so quick he isn't sure if he'd imagined it, and then you're gone.

you're pulling on your underwear right at his door when he finishes drying his hands and comes back out to his room. you only spare him a sleepy, yet playful grin before you're disappearing quietly on the other side of it.

.

vash is the only one to notice and comment on the oddly quiet morning, the only one to notice that it's because you and knives haven't fought once and in fact won't even look at each other.

he isn't surprised, however, as he'd also been the only one to notice you emerge from his room with an entirely different top than what he'd lent you the night before (though they both, significantly, belonged to knives), not to mention the small spots that marred your skin that had definitely not been there the night before, either, concealed only by the hoodie you were practically hiding in but peeked out when you moved a certain way.

he doesn't say anything, of course, a fact he's proud of, as you and his friends have lovingly labeled him a blabbermouth. he loves you enough, after all, and would never purposely embarrass or disrespect you in any way.

that, and when he woke up on the couch only to catch his brother washing his sheets too early in the morning with dark, red lines starkly contrasted to the pale skin of his back, knives had shot him a glare so deadly, he thinks it scared him back to sleep.

vash smiles to himself and tucks that information in the back of his mind for later.

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[beanibon]

I see you’ve got requests open and your Mermaid AU has me hooked 👀 Could you write about Mer!VashOr Mer!Knives with an s/o that’s part human (whatever the other part is can be up to you :})? literally go nuts with this request tbh-

Oml yesss!!! Also I have to stay true to my mermaidness, so reader is gonna be half-mermaid!

So reader essentially is human appearance, but with colourful webbed fingers and feet to help swim, and when they're in the water gills will open on their necks. This is how Mer!Vash and Mer!Knives children would look like in their respective lil headcanons (not saying that reader is their children, let this be separate from those ones xD)

TW: none really, just mating bites, a little suggestive in Vash's :3

You were a bizarre sight, unlike the other humans who overlooked him and his brother. You had a kind of aura that intrigued Knives, that seemed oddly familiar as you went about your work, following Rem as you assisted her in regards to the brother's.

The moment you revealed what you actually were, as Knives dragged your unaware body into the freezing depths, pausing as gills opened along your neck.

Curious chirps sounded as Knives squinted at you, flipping you this way and that as he studied your now prominent mermaid features.

You were patient, laughing as the usually aggressive mermaid circled you, poked and prodded you in his confusion. Not to mention Rem had made no effort to help you, the woman remaining at the observation pools edge.

When his own webbed hands grabbed your webbed hand, Knives huffed. Boredly swimming away, he made his presence scarce around you since then.

It wasn't until weeks later, being informed the news of a severely injured Knives who got into a scuffle with another of his species, defending Vash who 'stole' a prized shell, that you had to look after him.

No one else was allowed in the recovery tank, Rem tried at times but Knives' aggression was too much for her this time, and she didn't want another oxygen tank exploding within the tank and shattering it. That's where you came in.

Entering the tank, you slowly approached the injured Knives, flinching at his high-pitched shriek. It wasn't until you replied with your own did he simmer down, reluctantly allowing you to treat his wounds.

This continued on for a couple weeks and each visit resulted in Knives slowly looking forward to your visits, so much so he'd curl around you while you just kept him company, updating him on his worried brother.

The moment he could return to the ocean, Knives missed you already, knowing you couldn't visit as often now that he's recovered. So he gives himself minor injuries, pathetic scrapes, or even purposely slapping a sea urchin or two onto his tail and presenting it to you with no evidence of it hurting.

Rem was quick to catch on, offering you longer breaks to be with Knives so he'd stop injuring himself no matter how minor the wound was it was making other employees wary whenever he appeared. And Knives couldn't be more happy when Vash dragged him away from a toxic jellyfish to you, instantly having the larger twin latch onto you with excited chirps and purrs.

Eventually Knives and you marked each other, sealing your mateship as he nuzzled contently into you, purring non-stop while you combed his hair.

Vash tends to wander, his favourite place is a large reef just a few kilometres from the observatory, where he collects shells, avoids getting into fights with other mermaids and just harasses the local fish.

That's where he bumped into you, literally. You were diving along with some close friends, friends that knew what you were and made sure to keep you safe. So you can imagine their surprise when a curious mermaid collided into you chasing a parrot fish.

Vash startled very quickly, hiding between some coral when he realised the group was staring at him, you were rather curious going to follow only to stop when Meryl stopped you. She signed it probably wasn't a good idea, but you at least wanted to apologise for startling him.

Approaching his hiding place, you gained his attention by sliding an iridescent shell between the spines of coral, to which the quivering mermaid chirped, revealing himself as he studied the gift. You gained Vash's attention, frowning as you chirped back at him, broken merfolk language in form of an apology.

You were very inexperienced with your father's tongue, but you knew enough to form small conversations.

The look Vash gave you was full of astonishment, eyes sparkling as his lips formed a massive smile. Placing his shell into his seaweed satchel, Vash spun you around, tugging you upside as he admired your legs. You yelped when he innocently spread your legs, trying to communicate how inappropriate it was, only this new friend didn't listen. Not until your closest friend, Wolfwood stepped in.

The overly friendly mermaid screeched at the burly man putting him in a headlock, signing if you were okay. Of course you were, just startled this curious creature was so forward.

Asking Nicholas to free the distressed mermaid, he obliged yelling as Vash hid behind you, rapid chirps and shrill clicks shot his way. You knew they were a lecture of sorts, with some colourful language that made you snort, but that's how Vash made a friend of you.

You frequented the reef often, as it was home to your father before he was poached, now the reef was under protection of the observatory a little further out. So you often visited Vash, allowing him to appropriately admired your legs and any other features he took interest in.

He'd bring you colourful shells and pearls as gifts, whereas you'd bring him either food or items he'd be allowed to keep in the ocean. It became a small tradition, one that lead to Vash making a bold move on his part.

It was another day that your friends took you for a dive, also befriending the blonde mermaid. It wasn't until you entered the water, instantly seeing Vash making a beeline for you. You were happy to see him, yelping as he collided with you, growling the moment his fangs sunk into your shoulder.

Your friends had never seen you be aggressive, not in your mermaid half way at least. When your eyes slitted, teeth forming sharp points as you screeched at the mermaid, causing Vash to return the sudden aggression as he felt justified in his actions.

Nicholas and Meryl tried separating you two, but when you surged forward sinking your own teeth a little too painfully into Vash's neck. Only then did the two settle, Vash's annoyed pouting and clicks turning into happy wiggles and nibbles of your flesh.

You still held a small grudge to being marked without warning, not that you opposed the idea, a heads up would've been nice. Now you endured endless teasing from Nicholas, proudly showing your other friends Vash's mating mark with no shame.

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[fruitsoxs]

Deep Work

pairing; knives x (GN) reader warnings; smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI! , fingering, reader is gender neutral but i have them wearing a skirt for plot convenience summary; knives makes your reading time a bit more ... interesting word count; 1.3k notes; this came to me in the dead of night and i just had to write it.

You look up from your book as the weight on the couch shifts. Your eyes land on the last person you expect to see out and about so late.

Knives has his own book in his hands, something about science. He sits on the cushion next to you one leg crossed over the other. He holds his book up with one hand, while the hand closest to you lays by your side, almost touching your leg.

You suppose you could ask what he’s doing, but Knives has never been one to chatter. No, this stone cold man usually keeps his distance from most everyone. Especially you, for reasons you don’t quite understand. He keeps all conversation with you short and to the point, and rarely even offers you a spare glance.

Which makes this situation all the more curious.

He doesn’t look up from his book to meet your eyes, and you decide it’s best to stop staring at him. You can’t imagine he wants you looking at him like that, and you’d rather he not walk away from you quite yet. Despite his cold nature, you find yourself very interested in this man. He’s smart , talented, and definitely scary. He has this powerful nature that screams not to mess with him. 

He’s also incredibly handsome. There’s doubt about that. You’re sure that if he were just a bit nicer, he’d have people trailing behind him begging him for a chance.  He, most likely, would never want something like that. He would likely view it as more of a hassle than anything. Knives doesn’t seem interested in any kind of intimacy from what you’ve seen. He even ignores friendly banter, preferring quiet solitude instead. 

The two of you read in complete silence, the only noise being the sound of paper turning. His fingers flip through the old pages much faster than yours. He seems to be a fast reader. Either that, or you are a slow one.  You are a bit distracted by the current situation, which makes keeping your place on the page quite hard.

You never would have expected him to actually sit down and read with the likes of you. Knives is other worldly, and you are very much human. A species in which he despises. For him to volunteer to sit with you so closely….

This must be some kind of test right?

His hand lightly grazes your thigh and you suck in a breath. This is something of a fantasy for you. You can’t deny that you’ve thought about this man more times than you should. Who wouldn’t? He may be brooding, and unreachable, but is is also beautiful. You must admit you’ve thought about what his hands would feel like on your skin. You’ve imagined it was his fingers instead of yours while you’ve touched yourself on numerous occasions. You’ve even gone so far as to call out his name in the dead of night when you’re sure nobody can hear you

Suddenly you feel his fingers brush against your thigh. Your body tenses at the feeling, eyes widening. You lower your book and look down at the hand that is now resting just above your knees. You then turn your gaze to him, his own gaze still locked onto the book in his hand. His fingers squeeze the skin on your thigh gently, before they start rubbing soft circles.

The words on the page start to become slightly blurry as his hand starts slowly sliding upward.  Torturously slow, only lifting a single inch at a time. Your leg explodes with electricity from his touch, making you gasp quietly.  He doesn’t seem to be looking at you still, but his gaze seems to get more and more intense with each little noise you make. His fingers reach the hem of your skirt, and start lifting the bottom up as he slides his digits even further towards your heat.

He pulls away suddenly to flip a page. He lifts his finger up to his lips then licks it softly. As he does, his eyes meet yours for half a second, before they’re back down on the book as he turns the page. The tension is palpable. He places his hand back in the same place, and continues his hand up. He lifts it slowly, so his fingers trace the line of your under garments, but don’t touch them fully. 

A small whimper leaves your lips as his fingers finally reach your underwear, already wet. He rubs his finger against the fabric, letting out a “Hm.” You aren’t sure if that’s a reaction to you, or the book. He traces his fingers along your clothed folds gently, creating friction that leaves you wanting. 

He finally pushed the fabric to the side, pressing his finger against your clit as he makes small circles against the nerve. Your jaw goes slack, your eyes roll back, and the book that was previously in your hands falls to your side. He seems to take your reaction as encouragement as he continues his movements. You’re not sure if he’s even turning the pages in his book anymore. 

You let out a soft gasp as his long finger swirls around your sex, gathering the juices before he finally presses it inside you. His blue eyed stare is still hyper focused on the book in his hands as he teases your entrance. There isn’t a smile on his face, not even the hint of a satisfied smirk. He looks completely neutral while he slowly pushes one finger inside of you. 

On the other hand, you’re  a mess. Your breathing has become ragged, and there’s a bit of sweat forming on your brow. Your face must be red, by now, covered by a dark blush. You can barely believe what’s happening as he slowly pumps one finger inside of you. Why is he doing such a thing so suddenly?  You have little time to think, as another finger is added.

You let out a deep moan, hips moving up to meet his hand. A quiet “tsk” leaves his lips, and you try to keep yourself from humping his hand. It’s so hard though. His Fingers are long, and hit all the right spots. The curl within your sex and you let out a gasp followed by another moan. He stops his movements for a second at the noise, then continues on with a new intensity.

You find yourself squeezing your eyes shut as his name leaves your lips. “Oh Knives~” He arches a single eyebrow, and hooks his fingers again. Your entire body begins to shake as the orgasm draws near. How is he doing this without even looking at you? 

You let out a soft, begging whine, and finally his book snaps shut. The sound makes you jolt, and you’re worried you have done something wrong. Then his eyes meet yours, and he simply mumbles “Go ahead.” 

Your body reacts immediately as your climax hits you like a wave. The heat that was building bursts, and you feel yourself get lost in the feeling of it all as Knives helps you ride out your orgasm. When your body finally relaxes, he pulls his fingers out. He looks at them, then licks you off of him slowly. Your eyes widen at the scene.

Knives grabs his book and stands up, walking away. Not before leaving you one last glance, a tiny smirk resting on his lips. You quickly pull down your skirt, still panting from what just happened. Your cheeks are pink, and your thoughts run rampant. 

'What just happened?'

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[millionsvash]

Knives with the most thiccest, juiciest, bombastic clapping ass being eaten out

Beani you're a bad influence for me. Pushing your bottom Knives agenda on me and getting me to write your will. How dare you! Remember that picture I sent you on discord of Knives in a maid dress and I asked you how you felt about it? Yeah, I asked for a reason. You owe me. I even put a little plot into it. CW: Rim jobs, spanking, mild degradation, over stimulation. Calling Knives a good boy turns him into a mess.

Now that the dust had settled, you found yourself living a very normal life with Knives, much to his hatred. He found the mundane ways of human life to be boring and wasteful, but he had agreed with Vash that this act was for the betterment of humans and PLANTS alike.

Knives and Vash were often making up for lost time. Their bond was more like that of two teenage brothers who had just started puberty. Always wrestling, bickering, making stupid dares, and always coming to you when the other acted out.

That's how you found yourself here. Both brothers had their foreheads pressed against each other as they glared holes into each other.

"Just stop being a baby and put it on; you lost the bet!" Vash says, arms crossed in a childish pout.

"This bet was ludicrous in the first place! I only agreed to silence your persistent whining." Knives replied. 

In the clutches of your hand was a rather suggestive maid's outfit. This outfit wasn't for you. You'd rather die than put it on, but so would the person who has to. With a heavy sigh, you speak up.

"You shouldn't make bets if you don't want to follow through with the terms, Knives." You say stern. You receive a glare from the older of the twins.

"Exactly. You made your bed, now lay on it." Vash mockingly adds to your words.

You swore Knives was about to end Vash's life right then and there, but you watched him slump in defeat. "I will put it on if Vash agrees to leave."

"Fine. I can take victory knowing you dressed like a pretty princess for a day." His tone of voice is like a 5-year-old mocking another kid. He glances at you and winks, as if secretly telling you to take a picture for him.

As Vash departs, you exchange a glance with Knives before holding out the provocative maid's uniform. "I'll wait out here." You smile. 

Neither of you were really sure how you got to this point. The events happened so fast. Knives put on the outfit, and now you had him on the floor, trying to suppress his pathetic whimpers as your hand teasingly stroked his cock.

That outfit unlocked something primal in you. It hardly covered his throbbing cock, and it clung to every detail of his body. You coo gently at him, your fingers tracing the veins of his erection. "You look so pretty in that outfit. You look even prettier, struggling to keep your moans in."

He grunts at you in annoyance, but it allows a drawn-out moan to escape his lips. Knives' ego always got in the way of allowing you the power, so you were going to savor every second you had him whimpering. You feel his cock twitch in your hand; fluids are leaking from the head. You reach down and give the tip of his cock a few kitten licks, lapping up the precum. 

"You're loving this. I don't think I've seen you this hard before." Your words come out like a purr.

"Shut up..." He replies with a bit of shame.

"What was that?" The tone of your voice changes enough to startle the man below you ever so slightly. "Sorry, did you tell me to shut up? You're in no position to talk to me like that." The corners of your lips pull into a devilish grin. You grab his hips and flip him over in one fluid motion.

"Hips up. Now." You command. When Knives doesn't comply, you bring your hand down onto his left ass cheek, leaving him with a surprised yelp. "Now."

With a few grumbles, he positions his knees under him, raising his lower half into the air. You grab the skirt, throwing it forward until all of his lower regions are exposed for you.

"Good boy." You lovingly coo at him. You place a hand on each cheek, feeling a devilish idea come over you. Thank God Knives was thorough with his cleansing routines.

Your tongue lapped gently across his hole, making him immediately tense up.

"What are you doing?" He shouted at you, but he'd be damned if he said he wasn't a little interested.

"Just enjoy it, stupid." You reply, before lapping your tongue across once more.

Knives wants to protest, but your tongue sends a shiver down his spine that makes his cock visibly throb. He grunts at the little giggle that you let out after seeing that throb.

Your mouth expertly goes to work, lapping over the sensitive nerves of his entrance. You could feel Knives melting under you. He was desperately trying to hide it, but mewls escaped from his lips every time your tongue licked the right spot.

One hand moved down from his cheek to grip his cock. You wanted this man drooling. You fisted his cock at a steady pace, combining that motion with the work of your tongue. "You're such a good boy."

Now you've done it. Now you had him moaning and whining so pathetically. The same man who could rip a town apart in seconds was reduced to a whining slut on your living room floor.

"Faster..." He begged breathlessly, all reluctance to give up control was gone.

"What was that, baby?" You coo. 

"Faster...! Stroke faster!" He tried to sound mad and demanding, but it came out desperate.

"Gonna cum for me, good boy?" You ask, your hand picking up speed as the fingers of your free hand join your tongue to tease his hole. "Go on, cum for me."

Knives so desperately wanted to yell, but pleasure smacked him like a bus as his orgasm came crashing over him. He pathetically bucked his hips into your hand as you milked him of every drop of cum.

You finally released his cock from your grip, pulling back as you ran your tongue across your lips. "Such a good boy. Now it's your turn."

Seeing you hover over his face, sex dripping in excitement, Knives knew he was in for a long but unforgettable night.

You receive a text early the next morning from Vash. "Hey! You never sent me any photos! I wanted to see how goofy he looked in that dress."

Your eyes glance over at Knives, who still had a fucked-out look on his face even while sleeping. You snort gently to yourself before replying. "Sorry, I got...distracted."

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you tell knives he has an unhealthy relationship with his brother and he becomes obsessed with proving you wrong. he will go to whatever means necessary, ranging from pestering you day in and out about what an exemplary big brother figure he really is to fucking you in his room that shares a thin wall with vash’s until you have no choice but to blabber out the answer he wants from how cock drunk you are.

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

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Positions:

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

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

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

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

Kinks:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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