#vash scenarios

[loneworldgazer]

from the dusty drafts !

a/n: interaction is highly wanted ? needed ?? pls interact !!

(even if it's just screaming in the hashtags!!)

little thinky thought about vash with a pregnant! reader:

he deft squels seeing you waddle around your shared home, getting certains things to mske a meal then he swoops in to snatch it out of your hands to help you.

he puts you into his lap and pepper kisses your cheeks, he's so awfully addicted to you, you had to tell him to stop since he took up half your day with being all kissy with you.

if you have any pains and aches, he will drop everything. his hands will work out your ails snd soothe them and rub oil onto your skin to relieve you, he'll do anything, your puppy of a spouse will wag his tail if you ask him to.

he'll stay close to you to feel the baby, he wants to feel how the baby bumps or kicks against you and is utterly amazed by it, wow junior him is moving, incredible!!

would document or journal about your child, if the baby grows older, he would show it all to his little one (include pictures of vash screaming happily about junior him to embarass him further of how happy he throughly was)

if you ever feel insecure about how you feel, you probably forgotten it because this man has a lot of love to give

[bwaveq]

Vash catching you crying behind the car the 5 of you traveled in, supposedly everyone was either asleep or distracted with the worms that float above them along with the bright moon that shines upon you as you stare off into the distance tears rolling down your now reddened cheeks.

Off with a distant look numb to the pain, It wasn't often you showed your emotions. Gathering the courage to sit behind the vehicle to not let the other's see tells a lot, why were you crying? Are you ok? Did someone say something mean?

He had to do something about it but approached carefully not to startle your vulnerable state, you didn't seem too thrilled to catch Vash standing right in front of you. Assuming he'd laugh at your pain you simply closed your eyes, hearing the crackle and pop of fire barely due to the vehicle you rely on for stable support.

You wanted him to leave but the sound of sand and shoes gently clashing together seeming to grow distant was something you wished for.

Feeling a warm flesh object rest itself against your cheek made you slowly open your red tired eyes, it was a hand which belonged to the blonde you wished to go away. Crouching down in front of you with a sad smile of empathy, oh how you felt so stupid, humiliated even.

Receiving such an expression that lets you know he understands, the feeling of anger, sadness, fear, and regret. He's familiar with it all.

But why care for someone like you?, why must your feelings be so important to this soft hearted soul?

Eyes locking with baby blue one's you couldn't help the feeling of comfort looking into his soft eyes, the emotions swarming in his irises were strong gently facing away from the blonde, simply to not get so drawn in his baby blue eyes.

"I know how you feel."

...

"I can feel you, your emotions are pouring from those exhausted eyes of yours. Your feelings matter."

Your feeling's mattered?

That was a new one.

The soft warm hand made it's way down slowly to your chin to gently grab your attention, your face now facing with Vash the stampede himself.

Light from your lifeless eyes made no effort to show, as you sat there face to face with the humanoid typhoon. It was only in second's you realized you were embraced in a gentle yet firm hug, this was the first ever hug you've received in your entirety of living on this sand covered planet.

The feeling of comfort made you uncomfortable simply because you were not used to it, but the subtle rubs of metal fingers on your back of the blonde somehow made your shallow heart feel whole. How nice it felt to be in someone's arm's, you would never wish for this moment to end.

"Thank you, Vash."

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Aha how was that 🦾🦾🔥🔥

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Relationship Headcanons 」 ⋆｡˚

Vash the Stampede

Well, well, well, looks like the Humanoid Typhoon has swept up another unfortunate soul. Hope you’ve got some good cardio, because with the Vash, you’re almost always on the run.

Ever since you came into his life, keeping you safe has been Vash’s top priority. Frequently shoves you out of the way of any potential danger (and has definitely taken a bullet for you more than once). Because of his tendency to prioritize your safety (and the safety of others), Vash suffers many injuries, but always attempts to play them off as nothing.

Vash is incredibly insecure about his scars, so early in the relationship, it’s unlikely he’ll let you tend to his wounds. When he does eventually allow you to take care of him, Vash tries cracking jokes the whole time (most of them at his own expense). Be gentle and reassuring- he doesn’t trust just anyone with seeing him like this

Frequenting saloons is one of Vash’s favorite past-times. Just don’t try to keep up with him during drinking games. You will lose. Whether you’re his drinking buddy or designated sober companion, Vash just appreciates your company.

Vash is big on giving/receiving verbal and physical affection. Doesn’t need to be anything big either- ruffling his hair or a whispered “good job out there” is enough to fluster him beyond belief. On the flip side, Vash loves giving you hugs, or throwing an arm over your shoulders- he’s also very open in complimenting/praising you. He’s all about spreading the love, after all.

Bless his heart, Vash is so easily distracted. Be it someone in need, or something shiny, Vash is all over the place. Keeping up can be a struggle, but rest assured, he never leaves you behind.

Of course, his pacifist ideals, while noble, can cause tension- especially when he all-too-easily forgives someone who was just trying to hurt him or someone else. This will probably be the thing that causes the most friction in your relationship. Vash is always quick to apologize to clear the air, and does genuinely try to balance your safety with his ideals, but communication, especially in the beginning, may be a bit rocky, since he has the tendency to shut down in the face of negativity.

Vash is incredibly playful, and enjoys being able to joke around with you. In his opinon, having your own little inside jokes is top-tier intimacy. Seeing your smile and hearing your laughter are what keep Vash going most days.

Despite his cheerful demeanor, Vash's smiles are almost always hollow and.. Sad. You're one of the few able to discern his empty smiles from the genuine ones

With all the chaos and danger that follows him, Vash is painfully aware of how you could be taken from him at any moment. He makes sure to tell you every day how grateful he is that you’ve decided to stay in his life.

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘!! — vash the stampede

oh goodness vash’s number one love language is touch and i will die for it

- vash is such a naturally physical person. if that makes any sense!

- small touches come naturally to him, with anyone for that matter. an arm over your shoulder, hands brushing while walking together, or his knee is pressing against yours under the table.

- its a lot of unspoken meaning behind both his intentional and unintentional touches!

- as friends, vash who always ends up sitting way too close than he should, like hes got his whole upper arm pressed against yours and his warm thigh is right up on you. but hes all smiles and glittering eyes, like completely unaware of how hes affecting you.

- as a BOYFRIEND though.. he knows exactly what hes doing

- vash likes taking your hand in his under the table, he sometimes rests your hand on his thigh and places his hand on top of yours, keeping your touch on him like an anchor. like if somehow you werent touching him he’d pass out

- hes always holding your hand, intertwining fingers or locking your arms together. and hes so so smiley about it all the time

- on dates, sitting across from each other, he bounces one of his legs while the other is stretched out and hooked around your ankle. its such a small gesture but even just being a mere foot away from him, he cant help but keep contact with you

- casual touches where he finds himself mindlessly playing with the folds of your shirt or pants, pinching and rolling the fabric in between his fingers while he converses. also vash who when he notices a tiny TINY piece of lint on your shirt hes like “wait stop stop moving” and you freeze like ??? but after he pulls it off, hes like “okay anyway :D”

- aaaa at home, hes on you all the time! im pretty sure ive talked about this before, but hes hanging off of your arm and following you around wherever you go. he has never been alone at home other than in the bathroom. but even as water is dripping down his hair and hes practically still soaked, hes pouncing on you like a wet dog.

- and of course at the end of the day he cant fall asleep without you pressed flush against him. he has to be warm and snuggly or he cant sleep okay? its normal nightly procedure

[crimson-nail]

i have been cooking an over-complicated roleswap au for. a VERY long time

[cinsketches]

You ever randomly get sad by realizing that the people on No Man’s Land are probably missing a lot of the human experience and how most of it is connected to earth?

They’re never going to know what rainstorms are like, or the smell that lingers in the grass after it’s over.

They’ll never know what it’s like to hear cicadas or frogs croaking near a lake at night.

Earth has so many colors, so many animals, and so much flora. Even though they have the geodomes, they’re merely a fraction of what the planet had to offer.

But they’ll never know.

[alexxuun]

I want these bitches to interact. They could form a “high hair club” or something.

[myuminji]

So........ What about vash and ww from Badlands Rumble? 🥺

there issss 🥺🥺🥺

[caffeinatedpunk]

Vash would ask "do you think we are soulmates in every universe" and wolfwood would ask whether they are soulmates in this one vash would hope to have at least one life where wolfwood doesn't die before him and wolfwood feels he's too much of a sinner to ever deserve vash in any life and any universe

[adelha-mathilde]

For all my fellow Trigun fans.

Had this scene in my head all day.

You and Meryl hear sounds of vehement shouting and squeaking coming from the vehicle. So you say you will investigate.

There you find inside the vehicle are Vash and Wolfwood. Both with messy hair and Vash has his coat half off. With Wolfwood cussing up a storm to be yanking at the coat to get it off. Obviously, this looks very suspicious.

Turns out Vash had a huge insect crawl into his coat in the back. So Wolfwood is trying to rescue Vash from the invasion.

You open the door to the vehicle for both men to tumble out onto the ground. The insect soon out of the coat and makes a beeline for anywhere else.

It is up to you whether or not you decide to leave them to Meryl's drilling of what the devil they are doing making so much noise for both to try to explain themselves. Or for you to take advantage of the situation and drag either (or both) men back into the vehicle for other reasons that make cars bounce and squeak.

[loneworldgazer]

noooo! don't turn me into a marketable plushie!!

about: trigun guys with a reader who likes to make plushies

a/n: tiny vash (this is also short cause i was impatient to post this limau (lmao) )

pairings: vash x reader, wolfwood x reader

vash

best believe he does a little squel when he sees your works

he ADORES all of the little animal, fruit, veggie, whatever you make plushies you make and squeezes the living hell out of it in excitement

if you like gift giving, he will gladly show it off, keeping them on his bags as keychains, putting it on his table, hell even on his ears if he wants to feel silly

he's also the type to send those good morning messages with the small plush that you made sitting right next to his plate of eggs and bacon

and when you make a tiny version of him, he thinks he died and went to heaven (not literally though i haven't read the manga bro isn't dead right)

it is the most cutest fcking thing he has ever seen in his life, you even got down to the shade of his hair and coat!

for funsies, you would defitenely make his gun and he would scream if you added something that could make tiny him hold it

he would hug you and the plushie at the same time to thank you

he will cherish this gift forever

just know if anybody ever sees it and mskes fun of it, he'll just say that they don't have a wonderful, most coolest person to make plushies for them and fake cries to make fun of them and run off to giggle

gives it silly nicknames like vashie or vash the junior

wolfwood

would grip the ever living shit out of your plushies as if they'll respond

he thinks it's a cute hobby (and that you're cute too

i see him as a guy who just fucks with it, you do you

would buy you materials if you ever run out and you would panic every single time if you think you're running out but a new fresh batch (the exact same colour too!) would pop up in your sewing basket!

he doesn't admit this though, he thinks he's slick

he keeps some in his pockets and gives them to children if they're in need of a small companion/ cheer them up

very much suprising you when kids come at your doorstep to thank you for the plushies and they would grin in thanks

but his favourite one is the tiny version of him, how adorable

he places it into his pocket like it was his kid and brings it everywhere, so if he ever wants to pull out a cigeratte to smoke, he would always have to push away tiny him deeper into his pocket to get at his box of cigerattes

calls it little guy

knives

he doesn't have a need of plushies, it clogs up his space, he finds it useless

second chill guy? he doesn't care at all of what you do and he doesn't bother with your gifts, keeping it into a basket at first

until you made effort in creating a tiny version of himself to which he scoffs in amusement

and hey!! there's detachable blade coils, isn't that fun???!?!?

you have to look at him closely for a reaction, just a tense constipated look of focus on what you've done, intricate details of his suit means he kinda likes it (he doesn't want to admit he finds this action cute whether friend or spouse, it was nice to receive something that was really worked hard on especially when it was him, literally)

there was also a slight twitch of his lips, a quick lift at the end like he wanted to smile but he didn't want to give you the pleasure

(he find your methaphorical droppy ears on your head funny, what a meanie)

he keeps it on his piano, although he finds it bothersome when it falls face flat because of the piano's vibrations or his tiny him blade coils making it heavy on the back, he still likes keeping it close

he goes through that same basket of what you sewed for him and gradually the plushies you thought he threw/dump it elsewhere were now popping up in every corner of the house as decoration (atleast there was some use..? right?)

vash calls it little nai (knives doesn't do nicknames)

[virgothozul]

I can’t believe this is basically their first interaction (well right after Vash dragged Nick’s dead weight through the desert).

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Valentine~

Vash x Reader 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ A/n: Trigun brainrot has me in a chokehold so here's a lil piece dedicated to Vash

~I've rejected affection for years and years~

Noman's Land doesn't leave much room for those who aren't willing to fight to survive. That's why Vash stood out so much- a man striving for love and peace, but too unlucky to not leave a wake of destruction everywhere he went.

~Now I have it, and damn it, it's kind of weird~

Despite that, he always went out of his way to show kindness and respect to others, lending a hand, even when it wasn't wanted.

~He tells me I'm pretty, don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too, can I say that? Don't have a clue~

You were so unused to the gentleness Vash provided. Awkward displays of appreciation always seemed to shroud your true feelings. A grateful pat on the shoulder, or an affirmative nod never seemed to be enough to truly convey just how much you came to appreciate Vash's kindness.

~With every passing moment, I surprise myself~

But he began to rub off on you. Those awkward pats turned to gentle hugs and genuine smiles- the two of you became inseparable. And it scared you.

~I'm scared of lies, I'm scared of guys, someone please help~

Nothing lasts forever. None of you were promised tomorrow, not when you're travelling with the Stampede. You had every reason to steer clear of the Humanoid Typhoon, and yet he was like a magnet, drawing you to him every time you tried to pull away.

~Cause I think I've fallen in love this time~

You knew you were past the point of no return, but you'd never expected Vash to feel the same. Even a few weeks after your first kiss, it was hard to believe.

~I blinked and suddenly I had a Valentine~

[h4venpha]

Can we get some cuddling w/ uncanny vash? Like imagine he’s embarrassed you have to see him like this and reader just loving him a ton (cause it’s what he deserves)

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𓂃 ⟡

uncanny vash x reader

headcanons to go along w it!!

cw: none

a/n: listened to a literal purring audio on youtube while writing this haha im losing it

“hey, can you uh– loosen up?” you ask, voice low as you nudge his shoulder softly. his long arms holding you tight against his chest, feather-like appendages wrapping and flickering against your waist. he has no body heat, and yet you feel overwhelmingly warm. vash barely registers your voice, yet his eyes open, a slight bluish glow emitting from his irises. but he doesn’t seem quite… awake yet.

“vash…?” you whisper, nudging his shoulder once more. the look in his eyes is faraway and unfocused, but as soon as you call his name, his eyes snap toward you. in the dark of the room, you have to remind yourself that it’s just him.

“mm?” vash hums, staring at you, eyes finally focusing on your face. it’s funny because you swore he was just asleep, yet his eyes and voice held no traces of sleep in them.

“loosen up a bit,” you blink sleepily at him, wiggling in his secure hold. of course you enjoy it when he holds you, but it can be overwhelming sometimes. his feathers constantly fluttering across your skin and his long limbs interlocking with yours.

vash continues to stare at you like he doesn’t understand your request. his abnormally long, forked tongue flickers out like a snake before he shakes his head, a distinct ‘no.’ to your surprise, he begins to squeeze you even tighter, pulling you in like he’s trying to absorb you into his body.

“v-vash, c’mon,” you squirm and try to at least wiggle your legs out, but he’s already wrapping his feathers around your calves, pulling you flush against him. he’s got you completely defenseless and weak, like a giant snake wrapping itself around its prey, ready to take a bite.

except just before you can scold him again, vash starts purring. a low, rumbling sound coming from within him. it’s coursing through your own body, his content purring vibrating throughout your chest. vash leans down and begins to rub his cheek on yours. he has no body heat, but you would bet if he did his face would be warm.

you sigh, body finally relaxing into his hold as you give up on trying to have your own personal space. and vash senses it immediately, chittering joyfully as you accept his love.

“happy, aren’t you?” you grumble out, nuzzling back against his face. and copying his unique ways of affection gets a high pitched chirp out of him, the purring increasing in volume.

vash’s feathers flicker rapidly against your arms and legs, content with your reaction. somehow, seeing this side of him was endearing: hearing him purr like this, practically feeling his heart– hearts? beating out of his chest for you. knowing he could switch from big, cuddly kitty to unsettling, creepy entity was more than enough for you to deal with close nights like these.

[reddsame]

Thoughts on how Vash tries to get his girlfriend to stay in bed with him? Let’s pretend Vash is letting himself have a lazy day….

Hmm, I can see it as they had a very screwed up mission the day before, Vash succumbs to exhaustion in the arms of his S/O, lounging in a bed of a motel with you by his side, in the morning, his face resting on your chest while he tries to convince you not to get out of bed, that u two deserves a day off, drunk of your body essence and being embraced by the warm sheets and your arms. Pampering your lover as he thanks you for stand up by his side despite the difficulties you go through every day, while you carefully kiss his forehead and the scars on his shoulders, making the poor boy melt from your touch, now it's your turn to deal with a neddy and clingy Vash for the rest of the day. <3

[h5llpyre]

↳ 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 — vash the stampede

fem!reader, shameful masturbation, negative thoughts about masturbation, lowkey a lil breeding kink just a lil, negative post nut clarity emotions, vash is pent up and adorable

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” vash whispers, leaning against the door frame of his room. his eyes are sleepy and soft as he speaks quietly with you in the empty hotel hallway.

after a long night of lingering touches under the table and drunkly stumbling over each other, having you here to himself brought him to another high. sure the alcohol is helping him, but standing here with you, still warm and bubbly, something is shifting inside him. he wants to run from it, yet capture it and swallow it whole.

“mhm, don’t sleep in too late. we’ve got business with the insurance girls tomorrow morning.” you remind him, yet you’re sure he didn’t forget. he was quite good at remembering and being on schedule. maybe it’s your pathetic excuse to stand here a little longer with him, so what?

“right yeah, of course,” and he flashes one of his sheepish yet charming smiles, except a little more nervous than usual. the same ones he had been giving you whenever he passed you another glass, but something seemed off about this one.

you can tell he’s still drunk, with the way he fiddles with the front of his shirt and the way his eyes seem to dash and skim over your face. like he’s not all focused or something’s distracting him..?

“okay w-well i better wash up now,” vash shifts on his feet, dress shoes clacking against the wooden floor. he can feel this coil of sensations unwrapping inside him. its starting to reveal something deeper. something embarrassing. it doesn’t help that his eyes are naturally drawn to your chest. he steps away from you and starts to close his door and somehow he reminds you of a deer in headlights.

“uh-“ you reach out, concerned, yet as soon as you do, he starts to close the door faster.

“yeah! goodnight to you too-“ vash shuts the door on himself. it feels rude to force you away from him, but that sensation is starting to spread to his legs, and he would much rather be out of your sight when his face starts reddening.

horrified and embarrassed, he shuts his eyes, in denial that he’s indulging in any of this. he leans his arm against the door and presses his eyes into his forearm. ever so slowly, his other hand runs down his stomach, over his belt, lower towards his crotch. biting his bottom lip, his shaky hand reaches to cup himself and- god, yeah. he’s rock hard in his pants.

“mmhg…” vash whimpers softly, he can feel himself throbbing against the tight fabric and its making him dizzy. all of his blood is rushing from his head and down his lower half. images of you from tonight flashes through your head; your dress riding up your thighs, your chest spilling out from the low v-neck, your red, flustered face he so dearly wished to see under him. it’s so humiliating yet he cant help the way he begins to roughly palm himself through his pants.

if you found out he was- if anyone found out what he did behind closed doors, the shame would be enough for him to pledge to never indulge in such selfish activities ever again. yet whenever he was finally alone after a night of being with you, he craved for you. his hands itched to touch you under your clothes, his dick jolted and throbbed at the mere thought of being inside you.

vash bites his lip, a pathetic attempt to hide his noises and soothe the tinge of shame. his hand rubs a little faster, his hips begin to grind along the pace, and vash realizes how fucking pent up he is. he can’t even remember the last time he touched himself. a month ago? a few months ago? god he doesn’t even know, but if he doesn’t cum his brains out at the thought of your dress hiking up your ass soon he might start crying.

vash is starting to drool a little on himself. instead of biting his lip to hide his sounds, he resorts to biting down on the fabric of his sleeve. but its useless because its rapidly soaking up his droll and now he’s imagining the wet folds of your pussy lips on his mouth and— oh god he’s moaning.

“a-ahh mmghf…” vash’s hips shuddering as he grinds into the palm of his hand, eyes rolling back whenever the leaking tip rubs against the tight fabric. god he can feel the wetness seeping through. he’s letting out little a-ah’s and mmh’s as he begins to lose himself.

it only makes him hump his hand faster when he starts to imagine cumming deep in your stomach, filling you up to the brim with his warm seed. he’s starting to twitch now, legs losing strength as his body begins caving in on himself. his blond hair falling over his shut eyes as he muffles his moans into his arm, sweat running down his face and soaking into his shirt. its so embarrassing, but he’s so close. just a little more…

vash presses his hand harder against his aching dick, gives one, two, three more rough strokes— and he’s gone. he bites down hard on his sleeve as his cock paints the inside of his pant leg with hot cum. his jaw dropped open as he shudders and groans. in a frenzy, his hand keeps on moving. pushing the last of the seed out as he pushes himself for more. his dick is softening and refusing, but he keeps on slowly rubbing the sensitive tip, imagining your wet tongue lapping up his spend before swallowing it.

vash gives himself a mere ten seconds to think about that soft, pretty mouth of yours again before he stops rubbing himself, instead wiping the sweat from his brow line. post nut clarity finally hitting him: ‘god i’m such a pervert.’ vash bites his lip as he relishes in the uncomfortable cooling of the cum in his pants. the sweat around his neck and underneath his shirt— and he feels like he needs to take a cold shower immediately.

but he doesn’t. maybe just for tonight he can keep on thinking of you. thinking about kissing you after you lick up the cum from his tip. maybe only for tonight he can do that. tomorrow morning when vash sees you again in the hall way, he’ll say good morning and you’ll say it back, and the thoughts from tonight will be shoved to the very back of his mind. he’ll forget about the way he visualized your curves under your dress and your mouth wrapped around his shaft. he’ll forget about all of this. no one will ever know what he does when he’s alone, hell, he’ll act like he doesn’t know either.

vash huffs as the disgust and shame finally pierce him deep in the gut. he wipes the sweat at his brow line and slumps against the door, sleepiness already making its way into his bones. but just as he settles against it, a weight on the other side door lifts off. vash stops breathing when he feels if. panic begins to sink in as he realizes how eager he was earlier. fuck. he didn’t even wait to hear you walk to your room before he started touching himself.

vash bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as he finally does hear your footsteps retreating away. ‘god i’m such an idiot.’ he didn’t think the shame and embarrassment he felt could get any worse, but oh it can, and it did. vash kicks off the door, walking straight to the bathroom to strip and soak in a a cold bath.

he prayed that you would forget all about it in the morning.