#ask wolfie

[m0thmansdad]

Ok. Here’s a request.

Reader is going through a rough time (fill in the blank however you want), and it turns to soft morning lovin’. Some good ole hurt/comfort but make it spicy.

For clarity’s sake, this is not for me but more for you :)

Anyways

-🏍️💨

thank u for this buddy

Hurt/Comfort established relationship smut

Dom-ish vibes bf!Vessel x Going-Through-It-But-Horny f!Reader

You don’t know when you finally fell asleep last night but you know it was late. If you weren’t tossing about, you were staring at the ceiling plagued with loud intrusive thought loops—or you were crying. But you weren’t alone even though it certainly felt that way. Vessel just listened. Normally very quiet and gentle anyways, he was just absorbing. Rubbing his wide hands over your soft belly to ground you and comfort you. Not trying to fix anything. Just being. It was always easier to just “be” when someone else was also just “being.” And that helped you calm down, finally fall asleep, and put an end to a day you’d never have to face again. 

You rolled and with a gentle oomph realized Ves was closer than you expected. 

“Bed not big enough, dove?”

“Sorry,” you say in your weak sleepy voice.

“No worries.” His arms tangle around your torso and chest, making your body cave into his. Your cheek is peppered with warm kisses…tickled by Ves’s hums of happiness and approval. You can’t help but sigh, letting your body melt as if you plan to fall back asleep. And you would if it wasn’t for…”God. Sorry. Sorry. That’s,” Vessel shifts and adjusts his eager morning wood away from you, “that’s rude of him.”

Turning your head back, you pull him in for a kiss that lasts much longer than any good morning kiss. “No…maybe you should take care of that.” Ves lets out a groaning laugh. 

“Darling…no…if you’re not up for it…”

But your ass is already against his covered bulge. “I see…you are up for it.” You get ready to turn over when Vessel stills you. He pulls down his boxer briefs but doesn’t let you feel his cock yet. Instead his long fingers move your panties and tease at your lips between your thighs. “Already eager and waiting. Did you wake up wanting me? Hmm? Needed some comfort from me?”

“Fffuck….Ves.” Your head is back against his shoulder as he covers your neck in wet, hot kisses. 

“Bet you would have liked that last evening, hmm? Telling you what a courageous girl you are for facing your demons…revealing your darkness to me. How does it feel knowing I’m bound to your pleasure no matter what you show me? Hm? I’m stuck.” Two fingers press into you and twist. Vessel’s arm still beneath you wraps around the front of your shoulders; any higher and you’d be in a chokehold. “I have no choice but to want this. I’m damned. Absolutely fucked.” 

Your ass cozies towards him for any added friction. He chuckles at your desperation before putting a third in and stilling his ministrations.

“Lifting your tail for me?” His arm tightens around you. “You’ve put so much energy saying hateful things about yourself, say something pleasant for change, dove. Why are you presenting yourself like this, hm?”

“Becau-“ you let out a broken moan as he presses against your walls. 

“What was that?” He hisses close to your ear. Vessel, being the benevolent lover he is, stops teasing and lets you speak. 

“I want to get fucked. Please.”

“My fingers aren’t enough?”

You look back at him, trying to sneer but you fail. You’re too horny. “No.”

Vessel positions himself to put his hand on your throat. “That’s a good fucking girl.” With that he rolls you to position his cock against your folds. It’s almost too much for him right now. He had been waiting for you to wake up, after all. Wanted to see if you felt better. And Jesus Christ you did. His throbbing cock pushes in between your slick folds, nestling right against your favorite spot. Ves makes a show of getting comfortable—keeping his hand near your throat, pressing his free hand on your lower back for purchase, roughing moving your legs with his. “Tell me you deserve this. Tell me you should feel good.” His steady thrusts cause obscene noises as he plaps against your ass. He nips your ear. “Say it.”

“Deserve this….i…deserve t-t-t-to cum.”

Vessel growls and sucks the tender skin of your shoulder. “How many times?”

“Wha—?”

“How. Many. Times?”

You turn back and look at him helplessly. "As many times as you let me, Ves."

His grin turns wicked, his grip on your waist intense. "That's my brave girl."

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[pupboygraham]

you always know what to say to make my day better!!!! thank you, pup, you're amazing <33

[wolfie-barks]

Fucking pets you lots and lots

PETTEDTODAY PETTED PETS *wags my fuckinggggg tail*

[littlemisswolfie]

Can we get some more Mustang Family AU, maybe this time with Madame Christmas, PLEASE?

Ask and ye shall receive! This is short and probably shitty, but... it exists? That counts, right?

Original Post | The Adoption | Liore | Edward in the Hospital | Maes’s Death | Getting Caught by the Parents | Mother’s Day | Father’s Day

"I have a daughter-in-law and two grandsons, and you never told me?!”

Roy knew he should have taken his ring off before he came in. He knew it. He’s never ignoring his gut again. “I’ve been busy,” he says.

“Too busy to tell your mother you got married?” Chris crosses her arms, looking extremely put out. “And to Riza, of all people? You’ve been carrying a torch for her for years, and you’re suddenly ‘too busy to tell me’ you managed to convince her to marry you?”

“Madame--”

“You’ll be inviting me over for dinner this Friday.”

Roy blinks. “I will?”

“Yes, you will.” Chris aggressively dries a cocktail glass. “I want to get to know my two grandsons you decided to hide from me.”

Roy thinks about reminding her that he wasn’t trying to hide them, per say, but he knows he’d lose that argument, so he says, “I’ll write down my address.”

“I already have it,” says Chris.

*

When Chris comes over on Friday night, she’s perfectly cordial to everyone but Roy, who she’s obviously still mad at. She gives Riza a hug and a kiss on the cheek, doesn’t even blink an eye at Alphonse’s armor, and avoids talking about Edward’s height. 

Roy has never seen Edward act so civil before. It’s more than a little disconcerting.

Edward and Alphonse clear the table and do the dishes and Riza packs away the leftovers while Roy walks Chris back to the door. Before his mother leaves, she pats him on the cheek, surprisingly maternal, and says, “Riza’s too good for you.”

Roy’s smile is tight. “I know.”

“The boys are lovely. Don’t fuck this up.”

“I’ll try my best.”

She gives him a hug, just a tad too tight, and Roy thinks she must be thinking of his father because his shirt is a little wet when she pulls away. He doesn’t mention her reddened eyes. “Next time you come to the bar,” she says, “bring Riza with you. A married man coming to a brothel is suspicious.” And then she’s gone, out the door and down the street to her waiting car.

Riza pokes her head out the kitchen door. “Did she leave already? I wanted to say goodbye.”

Roy tilts his head back to look at his wife. God, his wife. That’s still going to take some getting used to. “We can always go visit her the next time we have a night off,” he says. He closes the door Chris left open when she departed, takes a deep breath, and turns on his heel to help his family with the clean-up.

[tooting-meltdown]

[m0thmansdad]

just desperately need a cuddle from ves, why is that too much to ask for

I think there's something quietly silly about Vessel. We know there's the gentle quiet man that other bands mention, and there's the silly Summoning Shenanigans, Walkaline, mic stand loving boy.

All this to say, I think early relationship cuddles with Vessel are purely for comfort. He wants to be your pillow, your blanket, your mattress. Very chaste. Makes sure you're comfy to the point of your annoyance. Giving up that control is hard when you care about someone!

But in time...he learns where you're ticklish. He learns how to pester you and keep you retaliating by squeezing you tight against him. You'll be comfy with your pillow/blanket/mattress boy but YOU, dear reader, will be his little squeaky toy. He'll figure out where he can kiss and nibble to make you squeal.

"VEEEESSSS WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXING!"

"Darling, I am. You're the one thrashing about."

Cheeky bastard.

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[m0thmansdad]

omggg I need your writings like I need air to breathe 🫡

I never see requests for this but as a tall girl (who is insecure about it LMFAO) I would die to have a drabble/fic with Vessel and reader where he worships her body and just is desperate to explore every inch of her omggg

tall girls need love too 🥹

can be their first time, established relationship, or whatever storyline pops into your head you do you boo thang your writing is top tier ilysmmmmmmmmm 🖤

I stuck it out for you cutie but this was v hard because I wish I tall and therefore had a hard time figuring out what reader might be insecure about ;-; I hope you like it

bf!vessel x tall!f!reader

praise/light body worship - mirror sex - fingering - piv

Imagine getting some clothes from an online store and trying them on for the first time. You were SO SURE you bought the right sizes of dresses but every single one of them was too. damn. short.

You’re trying on a skirt, a Hail Mary as it was, and it is LAUGHABLY short. You bend over in the mirror and everything is out. Shorts wouldn’t even be an option! Just for a little laugh (because otherwise you’d cry) you go into the closet and pull out your pumps that have been sitting patiently, waiting to be paired with a tasteful little black dress. But no, today they’d pair with the little fuck-me skirt for all of three seconds. You want to like it, even though you’d never wear it out, but you can help but feel a bit…too much. Too tall. Too much leg. Not enough this. You tug at the skirt a little and chuckle again to yourself, getting ready to put the skirt back in the packaging when you hear something like a deflating balloon…if the ballon was your gentleman of a boyfriend, Vessel.

“Wha- oh…oh fuck me. Darling…” Vessel looks at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Is that…is this new,” he asks as he literally touches the price tag.

“It is. Don’t get too attached though. It’s waaayyy too short. Can’t wear this anywhere.”

“No! NO. No. You can’t wear that anywhere.” He gently fingers the fabric. “No you couldn’t wear this outside the house, love.” He comes up behind you and thrusts his hard-on against your barely covered ass. “You’ll wear in it in this room and this room alone.”

In the pumps, you and Vessel are almost the same height…meaning when he leers over your shoulder in the mirror, you can feel the warmth of his breath and cheek as he eye-fucks you.

“Look at you. There’s so much of you…you’re practically naked, my love. This…” he tugs at the skirt, “doesn’t cover you up one bit.” One hand snakes up your shirt while the other explores your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. “Makes it so easy for me, hmm? Isn’t that reason to keep it? Let me look at you? Let me get my hands on you faster?” His hand slips into your panties as the other toys with your nipple. “Are you wet from this? From looking at yourself in this skirt?”

You’re blushing crimson, feeling dirty from enjoying Vessel’s praise and light objectification. But you feel powerful. You made your otherwise gentle, quiet boyfriend a brazen, dominant lover if only for the night. “Ye…yeah.”

Vessel pulls your hair back a little so you’re looking in the mirror. “Tell me you see a goddess.” He growls as his fingers work inside you. His free arm grabs you tight so stay up right. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You moan as he tugs your hair again. “Yes…fuck…I’m your…fuck”

“I know it’s embarrassing, lovey…but so is thinking you don’t look perfect like this,” he teases.

“Fffffuuuck,” you groan out as his fingers hook inside you harder, “I’m your goddess…I’m your….ooh goooodddd, Ves.”

“That’s it…look at that strong girl…you’re so close to cumming all over fingers but those gorgeous legs are keeping you up, huh? Look at my beautiful girl…fuck I need to feel you. Lay on the floor.”

He removes his fingers from you and positions you on your side, letting one of your legs rest upright against his body. His cock bobs as it’s freed from his sweats.

“Ves, you’re gonna make me cum again like this,” you pant as he presses into you slowly. He can’t respond. Not verbally. He’s in heaven. As he thrusts he runs his hands all the way up your leg to where it drapes over his shoulder. You watch in the mirror as he kisses and nips at your ankle, craning his neck to get your calf. Vessel whimpers against the smooth skin of your legs. He feels so content holding the warm, soft limb against him. He grips your thigh tight to steady himself as he quickens his pace. Your tits bounce beneath your shirt, your moans more sharp and rhythmic. Vessel is making you both cum until you collapse against each other.

He had never been so…shameless before. Sure he’d told you how much he loved your body no matter what, but you didn’t know it could bewitch him in such a way. You’re pulled from your little hazy reflections of Vessel’s love for your body by little kisses on your cheek and little whimpers.

“Please tell me everything else you bought is that short.”

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[m0thmansdad]

i have not been able to stop thinking about loser bf vessel since you posted about it. like he knows he somehow bagged a baddie, so he’ll just sit and stare as you sit at your vanity and do your hair or put on a face mask, and he’s got such a lovesick look on his face. and yeah he’s a bit pathetic about it and kind of a loser but he’s YOUR loser

anyway thank you so much for the food, this will keep me fed for WEEKS 🫶

He is just…AHHH. Love the thought of him not even being self deprecating about it either. He knows what he is and he’s just happy to be here.

Using this space to say this too: I’ve been thinking about Provider from a submissive point of view. Providing by way of being used for pleasure. He wants to be useful as your human seat or mattress. To provide and nurture because it’s his place. He’s not calling the shots, he does it because YOU are his world. Your existence MAKES HIM do these things.

Fuck.