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sideblog to Geranuimhurricane || nsfw + Plantcest present

[sinfulhurricane]

Hello everyone who dares to follow! lol please note that this is a NSFW side blog to Geraniumhurricane. Anyone who is under 21, I am not comfortable with rping with. Please note that there WILL be nsfw & Plantcest present so if you are uncomfortable with this then do not follow because all posts will not be under a read more here. If you are under 21 and I find out you WILL be blocked.

Things will get hot and spicy. Please feel to bug my horny Vash anytime of the week not just on Sinday.

[fatedsinners]

Gold eyes remained shut, trying not to hunger with every strained sound of the Angel's pleasure before him. He heard the other near rather than saw him, body shivering as he felt the power near. When lips trailed against his skin, fingers curled sharply into the knees of his pants, breaths catching as suddenly he had to struggle to keep up with the other's words. Make him feel good? Lips parted to argue that that wasn't what he'd meant, that his needs mattered not for he wasn't the one in need, but they died upon the first nip to his flesh, body twitching instantly at the sudden heat clawing through his veins. The gentle touch pulled a jagged breath from the human, his body shaking as he fought for his own mind. His body arched up, head falling back as he trembled. "I swear on my life, I will speak. Please, do not hesitate to do as you please in the meantime... I'll use my threads if I cannot find my voice and halt you myself."

[sinfulhurricane]

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❝ As you wish ... ❞

Vash purred against warm skin savoring his gasps and moans. His hands gently pull at his shirt as hands explore touching hot skin and his abdomen. Slowly and softly treasuring Legato as his hands followed by Legato's shirt start to rise to the feeling of his chest. A hand pressing to his chest feeling his heart skip a beat as Vash's mouth continues to give attention to Legato's neck and jaw.

He nips at his ear lobe until warm lips hover over the skin of his cheek to his lips, almost asking for permission until he softly pushes the devoted back onto plush sheets. The blonde is clearly straining his urge to just take him there and now but he wanted Legato to feel good along with him.

❝ Legato ... ❞

Vash softly calls his name, his jacket had been shrugged to the floor. His face hot with flush as he stares down at his partner, golden eyes meeting blue ones as Vash arches down towards him. This time his lips didn't ask for permission, pressing a hungry kiss against his lips a tongue lapping at Legato's bottom lip a little to ask for permission. His hips lowering as he presses into Legato in a grind against him through their pants.

Vash gasps at how sensitive he is. Hands gripping the sheets tight as he still tries to hold himself back. He wants to feel good in time with Legato, he didn't want to become an animal and be seen the same way as someone or anyone else he had experienced. What he wished for the most was, even in Vash's time of need, to feel loved and cherished. It would break his heart to find out that he would feel used and not cared for.

❝ -- Oh fuck ... ❞

The blonde gasps craving the man below him. He swallows back words of love, words of adoration and how much he really needs the other in his life.

[surevive-deactivated20241019]

The vine shuddered at the caress of his tongue, rippling sharply as if it was being electrified. Its owner's voice was muffled but it came through like soft static in the other's head. "You desperate thing," he hummed, "I'll help you."

Sliding down the other's torso the vine lathered itself in what had already been spent before coiling around that needful length. It constricted and massaged, absorbing the excess warmth spilling off from its shedder's body.

"Greedy, aren't you," he mused, the voice sounding like it came from right beside the other's head. And it was.

"So am I."

[sinfulhurricane]

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Blue eyes watch the vine's reaction shuddering in response. Through his gate a voice echoed, willing to help him. He whined in his response allowing the vine to slide down from his abdomen. His skin jumping at the touch and feeling, his voice growing louder as it wrapped around his length and massaging him slowly. The same voice came again but the blonde had been to focused on the pleasure he had been receiving from the vine to notice that his mirror image had appeared beside him. Greedy? Yes, he definitely was right now. In the moment Vash doesn't think, he moves to capture the other's lips in a passionate kiss. His hips move to grind against the other.

❝ Then lets help each other~ ❞

He purrs against the mirror's lips.

[temptthefates]

TYPES OF BONDAGE.   (  nsfw !  an assortment of ways to tie up a muse. add * to reverse the meme. feel free to adjust any of these to fit your muse or scenario and feel free add as much detail as you want !  )

[ KNEEL ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a kneeling position. [ TANGLED ]   ―  for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a suspended position. [ BOUND ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver up with shibari in a face up / face down position on the bed. [ SHIBARI ]  ― for sender to tie up receiver with shibari in a position of sender’s choice. [ NEON ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver up with neon / glow in the dark rope. [ SUBMIT ]  ―  for sender to tie receivers wrists / arms together with rope. [ DENY ]  ―  for sender to tie receivers wrists to the headboard with rope. [ ARREST ]  ―  for sender to handcuff receiver’s wrists behind their back.  [ HEADBOARD ]  ―  for sender to handcuff receiver’s wrists to the headboard. [ BELT ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their belt. [ CUFFS ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists behind their back with leather cuffs. [ LEATHER ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists down to the bed with leather cuffs. [ EAGLE ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver down on the bed in a spread eagle position.  [ COLLAR ]  ―  for sender to put a collar on receiver and tie the leash to something ( headboard / support beam / table leg / etc. ) [ FORMAL ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver’s wrists together with their tie. [ CHAIR ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver to a chair ( with rope / cuffs / handcuffs / etc ) [ SENSUAL ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver up with silk ties. [ GIFT ]  ―  for sender to tie receiver up with ribbon, like a gift. [ RESTRAIN ]  ―  for sender to bind receiver in any way they chose ( spare slot for you to write your own prompt )

[nothinglikegod]

"I'm here. I'll take care of it."

He forfeits his usual sarcasm because he knows that Vash isn't in any condition to handle it. The fact he can speak at all is impressive, given the intensity of his ailment. He's glossy with perspiration and panting like a dog with heat stroke. Wolfwood almost believes he can see steam rising from the fever his friend is wearing. It must be miserable, suffering like that for days on end.

What had he done before their partnership? How had he managed alone?

Wolfwood turns and locks up before approaching the bed. The air has a warm, mossy quality about it. It's his scent; evidence of Vash's toil. The blonde is still working to relieve his pain, perhaps without realizing it. His arm jerks back and forth as he strains toward the edge of the bed. Wolfwood abides by unbuckling his belt. "It's bad this time, huh." He observes while bending to serve a kiss. Nick expects Vash to open up... and isn't disappointed. The other willingly takes his tongue. He sucks it dry of saliva.

The facts are foggy, but. Woflwood has come to understand one thing: his fluid is medicinal. His spit, his blood, his sweat and semen. Vash will be able to rest once he's been given enough...

[sinfulhurricane]

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As the brunette approaches blue eyes gaze at him as he looms over him arms wrap around his neck and purrs pulling him in. Willingly Vash allows Wolfwood in between his legs, staring into his eyes until his mouth is wide open offering his tongue as Wolfwood sucks it dry of saliva. A gasp escaping Vash as his hips raise and grind against him.

❝ Hurry Wolfwood ... Give it to me. ❞

He pleads, hands running through the hair on the back of his head. His body rhythmically grinding against his partner, he wants the other so badly as blue eyes flutter shut, lips pressing against his in a needy and hungry kiss moving as teeth gently bite and pull and suck on his bottom lip and lets it go. His right hand exploring the other's chest, abdomen and narrow waist. Fingers lightly dragging down that 'V' line, however, his hands didn't stop. He reaches down to touch Wolfwood's length just in time for his hips to grind upwards again.

❝ Mmm ... Good boy~ ❞

[nothinglikegod]

The crew had started asking Wolfwood (specifically) where Vash had gone. The Undertaker was seldom seen without The Stampede at his side and, during his rare solitary wanderings, always knew where his partner was: at the hotel or in the saloon. Running an errand on the west side of town. It was understandable that their group would turn to him for answers regarding Vash's absence. Understandable, but annoying.

"Do I look like his damn mother? 'S not my job to keep tabs on him!" It was, actually. "Go look for'm yourself if you're so worried." They had, actually. "...He's probably just trying to take a piss. Jesus, you people. Give him a second. He'll be back. Look, I'll call him right n- ..." Wolfwood blinked down at his phone and reddened without offering explanation. The table grew quiet. Vash either had very good or very bad timing.

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"Here...he's talkin' to me." Wolfwood admitted because he had to give their group something as he hastily stood and prepared to leave. It was nice to have an out, but not ideal to be sporting an impromptu hardon. "He needs my help with somethin. Don't wait up. We'll meet up tomorrow." It feels like too much information- a couple of reporters don't need to be wise to plant cycles.

Wolfwood slowed after climbing to the second floor. Having separated himself from their possee, he could reopen the scandalous image and really take a good look. It was a Goddamn masterpiece. Vash was lengthy, and his paleness made the fevered color of his head extremely evident. The lighting was dim but caught adequately in beads of release.

"You're killin'me with this, spikey." He mumbled to an empty hall. Wolfwood glanced up at the carpeted path leading to Vash’s room. Their room. A room he's just been asked to christen. How long was this heat supposed to last? And was it contagious because, Fuck. He was starting to think so. He did his best to put on a suave face while turning the key to their bed.

[sinfulhurricane]

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'Hnnng-aaahh!' A moan escaping his lips as he continues to pleasure himself, once again twitching in his palm as his climax is once again reached splashing himself with his climax. Laboured hot breathing escaped him but the heat was not leaving him, he lets himself go frustrated that yet another climax and it still wasn't setting down. He was a complete mess, hips bucking at the remnant feeling until he hears the key turn.

Vash moves from his back to his side as Wolfwood slides into the room and closes the door behind him. The blonde reaches out weakly towards him, his eyes filled with lust.

❝ Wolfwood, help me .... ❞

The begs as a hand returns back to his length thinking about how Wolfwood would take him.

[sinfulhurricane]

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His body felt hot, he's throbbing. His whole body pulsing with desire, he had run away from his friends quickly and the one person he thought of that could help was down stairs. The only way to summon the other to his side was through his phone. His chest and abdomen heaved as he reached over for his phone sending a text first before sending a picture. [ Vash to Wolfwood ] - Help me ....

Next text message was a picture of his length, hard and throbbing in his hand. Remnants of his climax over his abdomen and pants. The blonde instantly hits send on the picture not thinking twice about if the other would even like it or not. Vash groans, panting in his pent up frustration that the feeling was not dissolving and even as he continues to touch himself.

[sinfulhurricane]

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From where it came it was hard to tell but a purple vine snaked its way up to where the other lay, shaken and quite a mess. But no matter. It curled beneath his chin like a finger to tip it up. It smelled heavily fragrant, like lilac almost, and tapped its end against his lips.

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The blonde moans, a hand still stroking his length, focused on his pleasure, the feeling continuing. His heart pounding in his chest, the blonde is whining and pleading for help until a vine snakes up to tip his chin up. He's not sure who it is but it had to be someone who was willing to help. The scent making Vash salivate as the vine taps his lips.

❝ Help me ... ❞

His voice in a desperate plea, gasps and moaning escaping him as he arches up a little. Opening his mouth to extend a tongue to lick at the vine, lips pressing against it in a kiss.

❝ ... Please. ❞

[sinfulhurricane]

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🔥 x10 ( increased by 2 ) Increase Vash Pleasing himself || Anon

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No matter what he did or how he satisfies himself he's unable to give himself relief. His hips bucked at his touch, his climax spread across the bed sheets, his pants that were half on and a bit on his abdomen. He already satisfied himself twice and yet he was still extremely hard. Vash needed more, he wanted more and he needed help.

Panting and twitching he's trying to call out for help but only loud gasps and moans escapes his mouth. He's desperate for more release ... But who does he ask to help him and who would be willing?

[sinfulhurricane]

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🔥 x8 ( increased by 2 ) Increase Vash Pleasing himself || @adventures-written

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He feels even hotter on the bed, the increased desire to touch himself is no longer avoidable. With flushed haste the blonde reaches for his belt, unfastening it he pulls it free followed by unfastening of the button on his pants and unzipping his pants. His right hand moving down from his face to reveal more of his flush and now pushing his pants and underwear just below his hips.

He reaches for his throbbing erection, a low and long moan escaping him as his right hand strokes his length. His lips pursing as he pants and his back arches with pleasure, hips bucking at the feeling as he looks down at himself. He's throbbing, he's so hard is this time of need. His hand is satisfactory for now but he hopes he doesn't have to call for someone's help in order to satisfy himself.

[sinfulhurricane]

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🔥 x6 ( increased by 1 ) Increase Vash Pleasing himself || @fatedsinners

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It was getting worse. Before he could reach for his gun the tightness of his pants makes it hard even to even bend over. The heat getting to his head and making him dizzy, Vash moves to the bed instead. Panting as he kicks off his shoes and lays down, his right arm covering his eyes as he is trying to suppress the feeling. The twitching, the temptation to touch himself was getting harder and harder.

[sinfulhurricane]

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🔥 x5 ( increased by 2 ) Increase Vash Pleasing himself || Anon

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Going up to his room was the best idea because within that time span it had gotten much worse. The heat rising in between his legs makes it a little hard to breathe. Vash manages to shut the door behind him. Rubber bullets ... Training ... He needed to focus on that and not the rising warmth. Yet, it was getting hotter and in order to relieve his body temperature rising he finally shrugs off his coat and throws it over a chair to rest. Quickly ... His gun and rubber bullets!

[sinfulhurricane]

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🔥 x3 Increase Vash Pleasing himself || Anon

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It had been a long time since he had felt the feeling. Of the pulsing in between his legs. The feeling of needing to satisfy himself and it had gotten to a level where he flushed a little bit. There was no way he could let any of his friends see, declaring to go for a walk would only make them suspicious so he told them that he was going to work out in his room and to definitely not come in. Rubber bullets could be dangerous if shot too close.

Thankfully his coat hides his lower half well as he goes upstairs. If he does train he's sure the urge will go away and he wouldn't have to pleasure himself at all.

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

For every “🔥” My Muse gets, their body temperature and arousal level will rise. After x8, they will start to pleasure themselves, anyway they can..Or ask another to help them..

[sinfulhurricane]

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❝ This thing really is short ... ❞

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺. ( nsfw! some more random sexual scenarios. your muse = sender and my muse = receiver. add * to reverse the action. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )

[ mirror ] our muses have sex in front of a mirror [ candle ] your muse uses hot wax on my muse [ blindfold ] my muse blindfolds your muse to tease them [ massage ] your muse is giving my muse a sensual massage [ edging ] your muse edges my muse close to an orgasm [ bodypaint ] our muses use bodypaint on each other [ hot tub ] my muse makes out with your muse in a hot tub [ games ] our muses play strip poker / sexual games with each other [ car ] your muse has bent my muse over the hood of a car [ roleplay ] our muses decide to do some roleplay together ( e.g. boss/employee, doctor/patient, student/professor, criminal/officer, etc.) [ mile high ] our muses have some fun on a plane together [ vibrations ] our muses are out in public together while my muse has a vibrating toy inside them that is controlled by your muse [ tapes ] our muses make a sex tape together [ bondage ] your muse ties my muse up to restrain them [ chocolate ] my muse licks chocolate off of your muses' body [ voyeur ] my muse watches your muse have sex with someone else [ gloryhole ] my muse gives your muse a blowjob through a gloryhole [ cinema ] our muses go to an adult cinema to watch a porno movie [ asleep ] my muse teases your muse while they are sleeping [ whip ] your muse uses a whip on my muse [ medical ] my muse gives your muse a sexual medical exam [ cleaning ] your muse licks my muse after giving them a creampie [ ice ] my muse uses ice cubes on your muse [ pegging ] my muse pegs your muse [ watch ] my muse watches your muse masturbating [ restrain ] my muse uses handcuffs to restrain your muse [ breath play ] your muse consensually chokes my muse while they are having sex with them [ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together [ control ] my muse gives your muse full control over their body to do with them what they please [ public ] your muse secretly tries to get my muse off while they're out somewhere [ shower ] our muses have sex in a shower [ underwear ] my muse discreetly gives your muse their underwear while in public [ threesome ] our muses have a threesome with some other person [ stimulation ] your muse uses a sex toy on my muse while receiving oral sex [ ball gag ] my muse puts a ball gag on your muse to keep them from making sounds [ porn ] our muses watch porn together [ phone sex ] our muses are on the phone together while they try to get each other off just with words and noises [ machine ] my muse is getting fucked by a machine while your muse watches them [ spit roast ] my muse is spit roasted by your muse and another person / sex toy [ dinner ] your muse fingers my muse during dinner

[owwllly]

victorian vashwood