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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Sexy times with Morpheus would include…

Author’s note: Yes, I mean sexual activity I didn’t want to be too explicit with the title but filth ahead, be aware 👹

Morpheus is a highly sexual being but he does believe any sexual act to be a truly intimate moment, so if he wants to go at it, congrats! The Endless trusts you

Before you actually do the deeds, he wants to know exactly what you like and what you don’t, the more specific you are, the better. He wants to make sure your needs are being met

Once he’s had you for the first time, he just can’t stop thinking about you

So he comes up with any excuse he can think of to get you two alone

“Y/N? Would you mind helping me with some research?”

You were the object of research

He enjoys foreplay, because of the power you are able to give him over you, to feel your knees buckle at his touch.

Enjoys taking his time with you

His favorite thing is to undress you and take a minute to admire your naked figure

You know he’s horny when he kisses your neck

He is vocal asf on sex

Loves to kiss your whole body

He’s the love making kind of guy

Constantly makes sure you’re enjoying it as much as him

Careful not to hurt you

“ Are you okay, princess?”

But he DEFINITELY knows how to play rough

King of praising

“You’re exquisite”

He likes you to be loud, but he would much rather you moaning in his ear

Has a thing for doing it on his throne

Likes to pull your hair

Also likes you to pull his hair

If you’re a dominant, he will practically beg for you to ride him, he loves to see you have that sexual confidence.

If you are more submissive he isn’t afraid to take charge, he will treat you like one of his dreams, a creation made for his pleasure.

He uses your dreams to know and fulfill your deepest, darkest desires.

He isn’t a selfish lover, in fact, quite the opposite

Puts your pleasure before his, he makes you cum at least one time before he does

He is a master at eating you out like you’re a feast

He goes deep

Just being inside you is enough to make him lose his mind

Loves to mark you in places nobody but else him can see

Let’s you mark him as well

He may not actually say it, but he loves when you scratch his back

Speaking of not actually saying things… he also likes you to go down on him but he’s too polite and correct to actually vocalize it

When you do go down he’s careful not to get too excited and pull you down roughly

His guilty pleasure is hearing you gag on him

Dream likes when you try to keep quiet but you fail miserably

He will do anything in his power to have you say his name like a prayer for hours

Overstimulation

“Morpheus- I can’t anymore”

“Just one more, my love”

He gets turn on by the slightest shit, like the clothes you wear, the way you cross your legs together or if you just brush your fingers slightly over his crotch

Morpheus likes to kiss you while taking care of you so he can take every moan, gasp and breathe in his mouth

Likes to have you cum with his fingers alone

He doesn’t do much teasing but when he does…

“I’ve barely even touched you and look how drenched you are, my love”

Prefers positions in which he can see your face clearly

Possessive asf

He likes you to acknowledge yourself as his as he acknowledges he is yours

Likes to hold you close for a few seconds after you cum

Aftercare is the most important thing for him

Would read to you while caressing your hair as a form of aftercare

Complete sucker for you wearing his clothes afterwards

He leaves small gifts behind if you fall asleep and he’s not there

“You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you, I’ll be with Lucienne if you need me”

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wytchsbrew · 11 months

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Vash is in heat.

That's the only way Wolfwood could describe the last 27 hours and it all started in a split second for seemingly no reason.

Because, for all intents and purposes, one moment, Vash had been normal, sitting on the couch late that night, attempting to clean some part of his prosthetic that he'd gotten paint in while helping the kids at the orphanage make art that morning. There'd been nothing out of the ordinary happening, he'd been happy and comfortable all day.

"You comin' to bed, beautiful?" Wolfwood asked, threading his fingers through Vash's messy hair.

Vash smiled up at him and leaned into his touch and said, "I'm not tired yet, but I'll be up in a bit, okay? Can I get a goodnight kiss?"

Wolfwood kissed him, of course. He'd been kissing him goodnight every single night for a full year now, and he did not plan on stopping. Then, he went up to bed.

The next thing he knew, a weight settled on his lap and lurched him out of a deep sleep - and he found himself staring up at the beautiful vision of his naked partner, straddling him, hovering above him like some depraved God peering down at their subservient followers. There lay a darkness in his gaze, a blush to his chest, his lips parted on seemingly overheated breaths.

His pussy was dripping wet between his thighs, glistening in the dim light of their nighttime bedroom.

"Uhhhh." Wolfwood swallowed hard. "Vash?"

Vash's hands ducked between their bodies, and wrestled the blanket sideways, enough to gain access to Wolfwood's already embarrassingly hard erection. He could not help the quickness of that; he was a simple man: he saw his partner naked, he became turned on and desperate. Simple.

Wolfwood posed his mouth to ask another question, but Vash dropped his hips down in one swoop and took his entire cock deep into his dripping wet core, all the way to the base.

He yowled out a litany of curse words, and Vash screamed, and orgasmed right there. Like he'd been waiting for it for weeks, and finally got the taste of it he'd been craving and it was too much for him to handle. He pulsed around Wolfwood's cock, and moaned, with his head tossed back. and Wolfwood was only able to watch, absolutely awe-stricken at the sight of his partner.

It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful he looked, no matter how many times he saw him.

Vash glanced down, then, bringing their gazes back together. He licked his tongue across his bottom lip, and slowly lifted his hips again, before giving them a little sensual swirl. "I want you so badly," he whispered, and ran a hand up his torso.

His fingers latched onto one of his perky nipples, and squeezed. Wolfwood felt his mouth go dry. Holy shit, holy fuck, what was happening, and why did he deserve anything like this? Had all his prayers finally paid off? Was God rewarding him?

Vash lowered his hips against, and they stuttered as they went like he was still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Can I have you?"

"Of course," Wolfwood whispered. "Take me. Take whatever you want. It all belongs to you anyway."

And that single sentence set the pace for the entire next 27 hours - because during that first night, Vash rode him, and rode him, and rode him, until Wolfwood filled him with multiple loads, and Vash's thighs shook desperately on either side of Wolfwood's hips, covered in sweat and gasping for air. His pussy leaked and drooled all over Wolfwood, and all he could do was hold onto Vash's hips for dear life as he rode out his partner's multiple, pulsing, white hot, feverish orgasms.

He finally tuckered out as the sun began rising, and Wolfwood fell asleep nearly the second Vash detached himself from his body.

Only to be awakened by the feeling of a mouth closing around his dick. His eyes flew open to see Vash swathed in daylight from their slightly parted shutters, still naked, skin still warm, crouched to the left of his body on the mattress, as he swallowed Wolfwood down between gasps and moans. Wolfwood clutched the sheets beneath him, hissing, swearing, groaning.

Feeling Vash's insane throat first thing after opening his eyes was almost too much for him. He felt his erection tighten, his body ached desperately in it's lower half, and-

Vash swung one leg over Wolfwood's face, and planted his pussy directly on his open mouth and face. Vash groaned hard, mouth and teeth tightening around the easy slide of his cock down his throat. Well, who was Wolfwood to deny him this? He'd eat him out any time, any day.

Wolfwood gripped his hands into Vash's buttocks, spreading his lips wide with his thumbs, and dug in. He immediately, without hesitation, began eating and burying his face between his thighs and lips, wriggling his face around and loudly, messily, sloppily devouring him in a way possibly illegal in at least five No Man's Land cities.

Luckily, Wolfwood paid no heed to laws.

Beneath his hands, Vash became pliant and trembled, while his mouth worked overtime, gulping him down all the way to the base with no amount of hesitation or resistance. The deepest deep throat Wolfwood could imagine, and if he didn't already have his face buried in his sex, something to distract him, he thought he may cum a hundred times in a row down Vash's throat.

As it was, though, Vash came first again. The first warning signs were a gush of wetness along Wolfwood's lips, then a burst of shivering and trembling above him, and then -

Vash's mouth popped off Wolfwood's cock, he tossed his head back, shuddered full bodily with one hand slapping against the bed, and a spray of sticky sweet liquid released from his core. It soaked through Wolfwood's sleep shirt, and wet his entire face and mouth - it would have shot around him in an arch if he had not already had his mouth and face buried into his entrance.

Well.

Okay.

That was.... new.

Vash had never been a squirter. Hell, Vash had never been this sensitive and insatiable in bed before, and Wolfwood found himself staring at the sight of his soaking wet thighs and ass in a dazed sort of state. His mouth tasted like candy and flowers, and everything around him smelled of flora and fauna and honey all at once.

This was very new.

Vash leaped off Wolfwood's body and twisted around, face bright red and flushed. "Fuck, Nick, I'm sorry - I - I don't know what's wrong with me - I 've never done that -"

He lifted a hand, shaking his head. "Don't you ever apologize for something that fucking hot."

Blushing somehow even harder, Vash wriggled his hips together as he settled backwards on his heels on the bed. "Oh... You really thought it was hot?"

"Yeah. Let's do that again."

Vash wasted no time in flopping backwards on the bed and spreading himself wide for Wolfwood, taking a thigh in each hand as he pulled them backwards. Open and wide and glistening, Wolfwood dove in, stuffing himself inside his partner's awaiting entrance and began pounding into him.

Their bed creaked. The floorboards shook. The window seemed to rattle.

And Vash squirted again. Shooting all over himself, and Wolfwood's body, spraying his chest. He screamed out a cry, and one hand flung down to circle fast on his own clit.

Wolfwood fucked him through it. Desperate, high on the scent of him permeating around their bedroom, choking him now. He couldn't get enough. He felt insatiable.

But, quickly, he figured out how outmatched he truly was.

When he finally came and settled backwards on the pillows, trying to catch his breath, Vash was suddenly on him again. Lining up his cock, shaking, and he lowered himself down on Wolfwood's erection again. He almost stopped him, until he softly heard Vash whisper, mostly to himself, it seemed:

"Just a little more. Just a little more, Wolfwood. I need you."

Wolfwood didn't argue, realizing something perhaps was happening with his partner? Was... was he in heat? Could Plants go into heat? Did they have a mating cycle? Did it have something to do with the copious amount of cum he'd pumped into him last month with that toy?

God DAMN, it was very hard to think while Vash was lifting and dropping his beautiful ass down on him like the waves of an ocean. Actually, it felt impossible to do so, he couldn't form a coherent thought once Vash got his rhythm going.

And he didn't let up.

For the rest of the day, for twenty straight hours, Vash kept Wolfwood in the bedroom. Sucking him. Fucking him. Riding him, touching himself, squirting all over their bed and soaking through layers of fabric. When his legs grew tired, he begged Wolfwood to finger him, to eat him, to do something, and Wolfwood obeyed, edging on hysterical.

He brought Vash to orgasm with his hands and mouth at least fifteen times within the last few hours of the day, and Vash kept releasing that beautiful, sweet scented liquid into the air and into their sheets, moaning and praising Wolfwood and begging for more.

And just when Wolfwood thought he was going to die in the smell of him, in the feeling of his fingers buried deep in his flower petal pussy, Vash screamed. Hard. Shouted Wolfwood's name at the top of his lungs, tossed his head back, and came so hard, the feeling of his orgasm shot through the room like a cloud of consciousness.

It drowned Wolfwood, bringing him down with him. He felt the orgasm rush through his own body as thought it was belonged to him, too, and he came, untouched, coating Vash's thigh with white hot ropes.

His vision whited out.

The smell of Vash choked him.

And he came for a second time, thriving on the feedback loop of pleasure coming from Vash's otherworldly body and their fucked up connection amongst Vash's Plant awareness.

When he finally came to, he found Vash curled against his side, shivering, naked, eyes closed. Their blankets were disgusting, wet, horrifying, and their room needed a thorough cleaning. And all Wolfwood wanted to do was lay down beside him and sleep, but...

He couldn't.

Slowly, Wolfwood tucked his arms beneath Vash and carried him to their bathroom. He settled Vash on the toilet while he worked, running a warm bath and filling it with sweet smelling oils. He lowered Vash's pliant, relaxed form into the water, before running back to their bedroom. He stripped the bed, cleaned everything quickly, and replaced their blankets, sheets, and pillowcases with fresh ones. That was when he caught sight of the time, and realized they'd been going at it for over 24 hours. A record.

He'd have to gloat about it to Milly when he saw her again.

Finished with cleaning, he returned to the bathtub, and slipped into the water with his lover. He cleaned Vash from head to toe, lathering him and massaging him and warming his shivering body, before quickly washing himself, too.

He carried Vash back to bed wrapped in a big, warm blanket, and tucked him into his arms, cradling him against his chest protectively. Vash looked so tired, hair messy and damp flopping across his forehead, his cheeks still pink from his brief period of overheated, feral behavior.

He looked adorable.

Wolfwood placed a careful kiss on his forehead. "Love you," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," Vash whispered, eyes still closed. "I didn't... mean to do all that."

"That's okay." Wolfwood rubbed his hand along Vash's covered arm, stroking soothingly. "That's what I'm here for. You need me, I'm there."

Vash popped open one blue eye and peeked up at him. "Even though I forgot to tell you that sometimes Plants can go into heat cycles?"

Wolfwood laughed.

#vashwood #i wrote this on no sleep and no food ENJOY Y'ALL #woodvash #wv #vw #i am a sinner #goodnight

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