#vashwood smut

[doffyflamingo]

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[bennysblabbering]

Quarantined

Kinktober: "Fuck or Die" || Vash the Stampede x Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Stampede)

contents: trans!Vash, forced proximity, lab/medical equipment, breeding, semi-clothed sex

words: 3.2k

sorry this is a day late oopsies

↓ Fic below the cut ↓

The subtle hum of the laboratory halls permeates the building, the fluorescent lights dotting the tiled ceiling and grey concrete surrounding the desolate corridors in a cold and unfeeling presence. Two quiet pairs of footsteps make their way across the floor, meticulously aware of each tapping noise against the surface; alerting any presence besides theirs would spell a death sentence neither wanted to imagine. Barely above a whisper, one of the voices speaks.

“Why are we here again?”

“Because, needle-noggin, there’s something I need. I can’t get it anywhere else.” Wolfwood’s brows are furrowed, a sneer present on his lips; being at the facility that spent so many years making him miserable made every muscle in his body tense. Every moment spent here was one he spent in constant fight-or-flight mode, though if need be he would always choose the former. 

“Alright, alright, sorry.” Vash holds his palms up in a playful surrender, a nervous chuckle accompanying his apology. Even though he’d never been here before, the vaguely malevolent aura was present throughout, instilling a sense of unease. “You really grew up here?”

“‘Grew up’ is a generous way of putting it,” Wolfwood grumbles, two fingers of the hand unoccupied with carrying the Punisher curling to make a quote motion. As the two round a corner, a large round door is pulled into view, a double-helix symbol above the frame. Bingo.

He halts Vash’s walking by placing the back of his hand against the other’s chest, peering down the hall cautiously. Navy blue eyes scan every inch of the area before them, checking for any movement or sign of any presence besides theirs; a small relieved exhale escapes his lungs as he stands up straight and continues the last stretch of their journey across the hall. Briefly punching in a code, the doors slide open with a whoosh, revealing a small room.

The assassin wastes zero time by immediately entering into the space, setting his colossal weapon at the threshold outside of the doorway before making his way past the bench at the center, directing his focus towards a temperature-controlled locked set of shelves in the back. The blond accompanying him remains in the hall, observing the details of what seems to be some kind of lab. 

“What is all this?” Vash vaguely gestures with a metal hand, despite the other having his back turned as he attempts to punch in another code, clicking his tongue as he’s denied several times. Wolfwood’s head barely turns a little to reply, his focus primarily on the screen in front of him. 

“You don’t wanna know. God dammit, there’s no way they changed it. I could’ve sworn…”

Vash cocks his head slightly with concern, still completely in the dark about what Wolfwood was attempting to acquire and why it was so difficult to do so. He takes a few steps, following the other into the small room. “Do you need hel-”

Slam!

The doors force themselves shut behind him, immediately sealing the two men air-tight in the cramped space. The blond jumps in surprise, initially laughing it off, but the smile fades and a pit forms in his stomach as he realizes the look on the other’s turned face is one of horror.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

Wolfwood shifts his body to face the door, not only confused but scared, knowing the dire consequences if anyone were to discover them here. “The doors. They’re not supposed to shut unless it senses a male and a female together.” He pulls the sunglasses off his face, resting them on the top of his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

The bright blue eyes of the other widen as his heart begins to beat a little harder. “What?”

“I came here to retrieve my DNA sample. They can take genes from the DNA of whoever they want and use them in their experiments, sometimes to even make clones or babies if they want to. I didn’t want them doing shit with mine so I came to take it from them.”

“But…what does that have to do with it forcing us in here?” Wolfwood, growing more on edge, runs his tongue over his teeth and crosses his arms, his eyes wandering to avoid looking at the other man as he tries his best to explain the purpose of the room they were shut in.

“So it’s…how the hell do I say this…it’s a fertility lab. They have an archive of DNA in here that they take from, but they also use this room for…”

Tapping his foot and looking away, he sighs. Meanwhile, Vash remains entirely confused with no idea what the other’s train of thought is. His expression remains blank, waiting for Wolfwood to finish putting thoughts into words. 

“...there’s no way to sugarcoat it. They make people fuck in here.”

Both of their eyes nervously glide to the center of the room where a plain waist-high bench stood; no back to lean on, a cushion on top, clearly made for someone to bend over and lay on. There were even two sets of handles- one about halfway in and one at the end, designed for each participant to grip onto for stability. 

And then their eyes meet.

Immediately they both look away, the intensity of eye contact after such a blunt statement overwhelming for the both of them. Wolfwood makes his way over to the door, tapping on it with a knuckle and nodding to it as he speaks.

“These doors…they shut and lock the participants in until they’re done having sex. But, it’s not supposed to do that unless it senses one person who’s capable of making someone pregnant and someone who’s capable of getting pregnant enter together. So I dunno what the hell the sensors are thinking. We’re shit outta luck. Like a dumbass, I left the Punisher outside. And that little pistol you’re swingin’ around isn’t gonna do shit to a door like this. No offense.”

‘...one person who’s capable of making someone pregnant and someone who’s capable of getting pregnant enter together…’

The rest of Wolfwood’s words completely fade out as that sentence registers in Vash’s ears. His heart starts to pound and his hands ball into fists; he knew he was going to have to tell Wolfwood something incredibly personal. He’s not ashamed, of course, but he had no idea how the other would react to hearing that Vash is, in fact, capable of getting pregnant. There was no glitch in the sensor. 

‘…door like this. No offense.’

“Wolfwood.”

“What? You got some kinda idea to sweet-talk the door into opening? Your little pacifist way of doing things isn’t gonna help us outta this one, blondie. We gotta think quick, before either someone notices we’re in here, or we suffocate. And I’m not particularly fond of either of those outcomes.”

Vash’s hand meets the back of his neck, rubbing it idly as his gaze falls to the floor.

“The sensors…they weren’t…wrong.”

The other man’s eyes narrow. “How so?”

“I…well…”

His right hand nervously fidgets with the prosthetic fingers of the left, the volume of his voice lowering meekly and his eyes downtrodden with embarrassment. Please don’t hate me for this. Please don’t let this change the way you see me.

“I…have a vagina.”

Wolfwood blinks. The buzz of the lights above them was almost deafening as the silence filled the space between them. 

“Huh. Well this explains our predicament.”

“It does. I’m…sorry, I wasn’t expecting that to happen. Being trapped in here, I mean. I didn’t think I…my…would be an issue…”

“No, no, I…suppose it was my fault for making assumptions. I would’ve warned ya if I had known.”

They both stand quietly, navy and cyan refusing to meet like repelling magnets. Both of their trains of thought were on the same track. There was no other way out of this. No easy little code to enter, no forcing the entrance open with gunfire, no magic phrase to make the doors undo themselves.

Vash clears his throat, still avoiding directing his gaze towards the other’s face. “Do you think…we’re gonna have to…” His voice trails off, hoping the other man would get the gist. The brunette simply sighs, his own voice softening to a level uncharacteristic of him. 

“This isn’t how I imagined it going.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nothing.” His troubled face turns and once again finds its way to the middle of the room, swallowing as he feels the adrenaline in his body rising. “There’s only one way outta this.”

Both of the men’s faces flush red as their eyes hesitantly meet, the both of them simultaneously feeling like they were hit by lightning the moment their gazes locked. Wolfwood is wracked by a heavy guilt, reaching out to gently take the other’s hand in his. “I’m sorry. I never should’ve dragged you here with me.”

Vash offers a soft but genuine smile, interlocking his fingers with Wolfwood’s. “It’s okay. Really. I don’t mind. If it makes you feel better…this…isn’t how I imagined it going either.” 

The matching blush between them only deepens, their eyes meeting one another in a silent acknowledgement. But…that was a conversation for another time. Right now, they need to get the hell out of this place. And the only way out is in.

As if reading one another’s minds, they immediately embrace, letting their lips connect, both faces trembling slightly. For a moment, their entire bodies remain still. They needed a moment to register that they were, in fact, kissing. Ever so slowly, their soft lips start to move against each other, their arms tightening their hold around the other’s body. 

Vash draws his arms back and slouches his shoulders, letting his coat fall as they continue to kiss. As Wolfwood’s ears pick up on the sound of the fabric falling on the floor, a flip switches and the heat in his body begins to rise. This is really happening, isn’t it?

Wolfwood growls, picking the other man up by the waist and pushing him against the wall, forcing Vash’s legs to wrap around his hips. A subtle whine escapes Vash’s throat, weaving his fingers through Wolfwood’s dark locks and pressing his tongue to the other’s lips in provocation. The mouth of the assassin eagerly opens to welcome the wet muscle, caressing it with his own. Neither of them realistically thought they’d ever be in a position like this, making out pressed against a wall- it almost felt, to them, as if they were making up for the lack of “normal” promiscuous teenage experiences they’d both missed out on. 

Their lips part with a soft pop, their heavy-lidded eyes meeting as they both let out a huff. For a lingering moment, they take in the expression of the other, swollen and saliva-coated lips, flushed cheeks, half-lidded gazes, and their hearts simultaneously flutter. Wolfwood slightly shakes his head and clears his throat to regain his composure, becoming more difficult by the second with the blood flow redirecting away from his brain. “Alright…we should…probably skip the foreplay, huh?”

Vash giggles, removing the glasses from his face, mirroring Wolfwood by placing them on the top of his head. “Didn’t realize you planned on giving me the gentleman’s treatment.”

The brunette only chuckles, tightening his hold on the other man as he leans into his ear and speaks in a low and sultry tone.

“If it were up to me, blondie, I’d spend hours on you with my hands and my tongue before you ever got to feel my cock inside you.”

Vash’s face has never been redder. He’s never been told something so vulgar before, and especially not from Wolfwood. Not that he hadn’t thought about it. But now that the other man dirty talking to him was a reality, he can feel his cunt ache, craving for attention. He grabs the other by the back of the neck, pulling him in for another kiss, the intensity increasing tenfold between them as their lips press firmer, harder, and messier.

Wolfwood instinctively grinds his hips, his prominent erection rubbing against the clothed crotch of the other man, groaning at the sensation of warmth already present. He pulls back with a grunt, his hands wasting no time to start undoing his own belt and unzipping his pants. “As much as I’d like to prolong this, we kinda have to do this as quickly as we can. I almost forgot where we were.”

The blond simply nods, his head nudging in the direction of the equipment a few feet from them. “You wanna…use that thing for its intended purpose?” 

The lips on Wolfwood’s face turn up into a wicked grin, his eyes filled with a lustful hunger as he nods. “Oh, dirty boy. I like the way you think.”

Vash makes his way over to the bench, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one swift motion as he bends over. The blush on his face deepens as he feels the other’s eyes on his exposed pussy. “I hope the view isn’t too bad.”

“T…too bad? Good fucking god, blondie, you’ve got the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen. Shame I can’t devour you right now and make you scream and squirt all over my face.” Wolfwood pulls down on the loosened band of his own pants, freeing his erection and idly stroking a bit just at the sight alone. “Guess I’ll have to settle for pounding you till you’re dizzy.”

Vash hides his face in his hands, completely unable to come up with a coherent response. Every single explicit word that came from the other’s mouth made his cunt wetter, and he craved Wolfwood’s cock with every bone in his body. He whimpers, shaking his hips back and forth a little bit to entice the other into finally bridging the gap between their bodies. “C’mere…I need you…”

The standing man growls hungrily, taking a few steps forward and grabbing a handful of Vash’s ass with one hand and lining his cock up with the man’s hole with the other. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

With one last inhale and a push of the hips, Wolfwood’s cock makes its way into the warm, tight cavern of Vash’s walls. The men simultaneously groan at the pleasant stretch, both of their hips deliberately moving to be even closer to one another. As Wolfwood’s cock reaches the hilt, he leans over and kisses Vash’s exposed neck as he grips onto the handles at each side of the bench.

“I dunno how much I can hold back, pretty boy. You feel so fucking good I just want to rail you already.”

Vash chuckles, reaching his hand back to ruffle through the other’s hair, nuzzling his cheek. “Who said I’m stopping you?”

The words make Wolfwood’s heart skip a beat, his cock twitching in excitement as he growls satisfactorily. He bites down on the soft flesh of the other’s neck, pulling his hips outward before thrusting back in with a force, the sound of the loud slap filling the small space. Vash screws his eyes shut and moans, moving his own hands to their assigned handles, gripping on tight in anticipation of the vigor of the other’s body. 

The man on top grins as he moves his hips, initially starting at a comfortable pace, but quickly picking up speed and harshly shoving his body against the other’s. “Dangerous words to tell me, blondie!”

Vash stays completely silent for a few seconds as he’s fucked hard, completely overwhelmed to the point where noises couldn’t even escape his throat. He gasps as his face contorts in pure pleasure. He’s never experienced anything like this before. 

Quick and hard Wolfwood’s hips move back and forth, every thrust passionate and purposeful. Vash’s pussy was so slick, squeezing him so perfectly and milking his cock for all it was worth; the lewd wet squishing sounds made themselves heard with every push and pull of the standing man’s midsection, the fluids from the other’s cunt generously coating both of their inner thighs. 

Vash mewls and whimpers repeatedly, his knuckles turning white from the tense grip on the handles, holding onto them for dear life as his insides are mercilessly claimed. His eyes, normally so friendly and filled with energy, were rolling inside their sockets, crossing slightly as his jaw hung slack, drool dripping down onto the seat underneath him. 

“F…fuuuuck meee…”

Wolfwood’s hungry grin only remains on his face, satisfied at the pitiful sight he’s made of the man below him. “Yeah? You like when I plow this pretty boy-pussy?”

The blond only nods, hardly any ability to think coherently left in his mind as he’s completely cockdrunk. A tight, hot tension starts to build in his core, his eager cunt sucking in Wolfwood’s length even harder as his climax approaches. The other man can feel himself getting close as well, his balls clenching and cock throbbing more with every growing second.

“Fuck, blondie, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“I a-am…too…cum with me…”

The blinding hot pleasure simultaneously overtakes both of their bodies, Vash trembling from head to toe as his pussy tenses and releases, the continuous pounding from the other making his mind go completely blank. Wolfwood refuses to let up with his pace, his length mercilessly drilling into the other as his own orgasm overtakes him, spilling endless amounts of sticky hot cum into Vash’s hole, painting his inner walls with his release. The two men ride out the intense euphoric highs, their collective moans deafening in the sound-proofed lab. 

As their breathing slows and climax washes away, a significant clicking sound is heard as the threshold finally parts, the fresh air of the hall rushing into the small room, now made humid from their collective perspiration. As much as the two wanted to lay together and revel in the orgasmic afterglow, they knew they had to hightail it out of there. Wolfwood hesitantly pulls his softening cock out of Vash, both of them saddened at the feeling of the loss. He tucks himself back in, helping the other man to stand up and pull his own clothes back on. “I’ll give ya some real good aftercare once we get the hell out of here and find somewhere safe, alright?” 

“Right.”

Vash retrieves his coat off the floor before they leave the lab, Wolfwood slinging the Punisher over his shoulder as they walk cautiously down the hall, the assassin picking up a brisk pace before he looks behind him and sees a collapsed Vash on the floor, his knees buckled underneath him. The blond looks up at him with round puppy eyes. “I can’t walk very well. You fucked me really hard.”

“Dammit, needle-noggin…” Wolfwood rolls his eyes, walking back to pick the other man up by the waist, slinging him over the other shoulder to carry. “We don’t have time to dilly-dally.”

Vash playfully shrugs. “Should’ve been more gentle then.”

“Didn’t hear any complaints from you, now, did I?”

The blond simply giggles in response. “Nah.” 

Wolfwood playfully huffs as he makes his way down the corridor before stopping in his tracks. “Shit, I still need that DNA sample.”

“...let’s go back and get it another time.”

[h5llpyre]

⸺ too eager to wait (18+)

nicholas d wolfwood x vash the stampede

cw public bathroom sex, like very very public like multiple people were listening in on them, trans sub bottom vash, cis dom top wolfwood, light humiliation, heavy teasing, wolfwood is a little bit mean but he means well, can be read as any vw version

“really didnt know you were into this, angel.”

“i- i’m fu- ucking not—“ vash gasps, fingers curling around the top of the door as his forearms push against it. it's not like he wants everyone in the bathroom to know they are fucking in the last stall, but there was nothing else to grasp onto as wolfwood nudges his leaking tip into his soaked folds.

“really? cause you're reeeeally wet,” wolfwood laughs and hovers on top of vash’s bent over figure as he bottoms out, the slide in suspiciously easier than usual. and vash wants to say something back but wolfwood’s tip is pressing so deep into his guts.

“breathe, breathe, sweetheart,” wolfwood coaxes in a gentler tone, reaching around to hook his middle and ring finger into vash’s parted mouth, the thick fingers that were sinking in and out of his cunt just a few minutes ago, splaying across his tongue.

and vash is honestly on the verge of passing out. plant marks flickering weakly, fingers trembling as wolfwood holds him together, keeping him upright on his length, deep in his pulsing cunt. it honestly hurts a little, but the silky, saccharine quality of wolfwood’s voice and the hot cling of his strong hips against his ass keeps his glowing eyes open.

with a deep, hissing inhale, wolfwood rears back just halfway, vash’s walls trying to suck him in before he falls into a gentle languid pace, hipd rolling with a smooth rhythm. vash’s mind goes gooey, his insides being shifted once again with the shape of wolfwood’s dick, a mould he’s come to memorize after months of traveling (fucking) with him.

vashs pants pool around his ankles, all of his buckles clanking loudly against the tiled floor as his entire body seems to rock with the motion of wolfwood’s pace. he grips the door tighter, his gloved leather fingers slipping on the smooth plastic of the staining stall door. a loud clanking of the door against the metal lock echoing into the ears of the poor men who just needed to take a piss, but instead get to listen in on two outlaws feverishly fucking after wandering hands under their abandoned saloon table became too much.

“wolfwoo.. they- they can he- hear—!” vash blabbers quietly around wolfwood’s fingers, drooling down the front of his red coat

“i know,” wolfwood huffs and nuzzles against the back of vash’s head, sliding his hand down to firmly settle around vash’s throat, causing his lips to stay parted to suck in strained breaths and intentionally giving him no way to hide his sounds from ears from outside the stall. wolfwood feels vash’s cunt clench rhythmically around his cock at his words, candy blue eyes rolling back into his pretty head as he gives into the embarrassment and humiliation of fucking in a public bathroom.

“just take it, don’t think about anything else��� yeah… just like that, angel.” wolfwood coos warmly before tucking a hand around his hip and swinging them to the brick wall to the right. and thank god they chose the furthest stall (they originally chose it to be discrete but look how that turned out.)

wolfwood pushed vash against the bricks, before really fucking him. originally, he was scared of pushing him up on the door in fear of possibly shoving if off its metal hinges and creating a bigger scene than they already had, but here on this nice, stable brick wall, wolfwood could fuck him like he really meant it.

with a low snarl, wolfwood immediately resumes bullying that sweet spot in vash’s sopping cunt, except harder and faster. skin slapping sounds echoing off the bathroom walls as he fucks him, ignoring the men listening in on them. vash falls apart, sandwiched in between the hard bricks and a warm chest, he lets out shuddering gasps, wolfwood fucking impossibly deep. the wall helped keep him still, unable to move or shift away from his fast, mean strokes.

“this is what you needed?” wolfwood presses his lips against vash’s swinging golden earring, hips canting up into his tight heat. vash only mewls, gloves scraping against the bricks as he tries to hold on, but its useless.

“couldn’t even wait til we got back to the hotel huh— i could tell you needed it out there,” wolfwood rasps, reminding vash of how he was all over him, his voice piercing straight through the hazy lust enveloping vash’s numb head causing him to nod weakly.

“let me take care of ya, let me take care of it,” and vash doesn’t even realize wolfwood’s hand sneaking down until the insistent circle of thick fingers blooming pleasure over his engorged clit. he seizes up, thighs pressing together, knees knocking as wolfwood quickly presses closer, keeping him from collapsing as his quick fingers drive him closer to the edge.

“t-too muh- too much! mmhh- wolfwood, please..!” vash stammers, breath getting caught in his lungs with each thrust.

“shhh, i know, angel. you’re alright…” wolfwood absentmindedly hushes into ear, his own pleasure rapidly building. he doesn’t stop, leading vash straight into that fuzzy headspace as his fingers rub tighter circles.

“nnnh- nick—!” vash gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure shoots into his gut, plant marks flicker and glow with his orgasm, legs quivering as his cunt clenches down on wolfwood’s dick.

the squeezing of his velvety walls is enough to force wolfwood over the edge. he strains, moaning through his bitten lip as he surges forward and cums straight into his awaiting plant womb, forcing vash up the wall. vash clings helplessly to the wall, feet dangling despite being taller than the dark haired man.

panting hotly, wolfwood gently rubs vash’s clit, helping him through his orgasm. he huffs, hooked nose gently nudging against his slack jaw as he kisses his nape. he slowly helps him back down to the ground, limp legs stabling themselves on the tiled floor. wolfwood fiddles with his pants, gingerly tucking himself away as his panting subsides.

vash has his forehead pressed into his elbow, still against the wall, biting his lip out of embarrassment, still unmoving.

“shit, we gotta go before we get kicked out.” wolfwood says, his mind clearing and now realizing just how loud and obvious they were. vash doesn't respond. wolfwood reaches down in the cramped stall and helps vash weakly toe into his pants, smiling lightly at the sight of seeing his cum dripping out. he straightens his wrinklycoat, letting it fall back into place before he gently pats his hip with a warm hand.

“we should’ve waited til we got back,” vash breathes, his leather hand lifting up to rub across his face but stops instead, covering his embarrassed face.

“we? you were the one who pulled me into here,” wolfwood laughs, rightfully accusing him. it wasn’t like he didn't enjoy giving him what he wanted while also embarrassing him, but it never hurt to tease.

vash frowns, “you were the one who kept on messing with me out there!” he whisper-shouts, his red face overriding any attempts at trying to look annoyed.

wolfwood takes his hand, “shhh,” he stifles another laugh in return of lightly hushing him. wolfwood unlatches the stall door before he could spout more accusing bullshit. walking hand in hand, vash keeps his head down, ignoring the way they received judging looks from people outside the bathroom.

[christalcake]

"One more, I know you can do it" Vash spoke gently into Wolfwood's ear, hovering over him with his body slotted between his legs.

How could he possibly give more?  Evidence of his multiple orgasms painted all over his stomach and Vash's, but the blonde knew he could give one more.  "Come on Wolfwood, don't make me beg now" he wrapped his fleshed hand around Wolfwood's sensitive cock and began to stroke him in tandem with the silicone cock pushing in and out of his abuse hole. 

Wolfwood could barely utter a word, desperate moans erupted from within him.  "I-I can't…" he whined but Vash continued.  "S'too much Vash"

Vash leaned down, kissing along Wolfwood's jawline.  His strokes quickened as the man below him arched his back and thrashed his head.  He couldn't help but grin, letting go of Wolfwood's cock and pulling back to hold his partner's legs.  

Vash thrust harder into Wolfwood, seeking his partner's release.  Nicholas couldn't help the tears pooling at the corner of his eyes, staining the pillow as they leaked along his cheeks.  

A desperate gasp came from Wolfwood, jolting as Vash's silicone cock found his sweet spot.  "T-There…. Oh god, Vash!" he cried as Vash continued to abuse his prostate.  He could feel it coming, his stomach fluttering and skin burning from oversensitivity and pleasure.  "I'm-I'm gonna cum!"

And with the next thrust, Wolfwood spilled again.  Moaning out Vash's name as he arched his back and curled his toes.  Vash leaned down, cradling Wolfwood's head between his palms, and kissed his forehead.  "Good boy," he whispered, slowing his pace as he allowed his partner to recover from his high.

I wrote this at 2:30 a.m. LOL not really proofread it, but I wanted to share it with you guys.

[dexlexia]

atomic gold - a vashwood fan fic

chapter 1/3: atomic pairing: vashwood (vash x nicholas) rating: 18+ summary: Nicholas swore this was the last fight, but it was never the case. He always ended up in the projector room in the east wing of the university’s main building being patched up by Vash. Vash was a good guy, a little goofy at times. And had a habit of causing more trouble than helping, but he and Nicholas were rather close since they both became the only two members of the dying film club.  tags: college au, internalized homophobia, smut, nicholas is bad at feelings, film club au, minor violence, mentions of blood, trans!vash, needle mentions, jealousy, background relationships, catholicism, slow burn, eventual smut, reference to abuse, controlling knives a/n: this fic will be updated on June 11th (today), June 18th & June 25th. read it on ao3 !

Nicholas swore this was the last fight, but it was never the case. He always ended up in the projector room in the east wing of the university’s main building being patched up by Vash.

Vash was a good guy, a little goofy at times. And had a habit of causing more trouble than helping, but he and Nicholas were rather close since they both became the only two members of the dying film club. 

  “Aw c’mon big guy.” Vash said, “It doesn’t hurt that bad.” He dabbed a cotton ball covered in disinfectant onto Nicholas’ eyebrow, there was a small gash there from where he got punched. 

Nicholas hissed through his teeth and gripped the torn knees of his jeans. He was fighting a few guys from the athletics department. They kept coming to the projector room and bothering Vash. They wanted him to play their shitty movies on the big screen of the auditorium, and Nicholas had enough and beat up most of them before they went scurrying. 

  “Don’t be such a big baby.” Vash chuckled. 

  "I'm not being a huge baby." Nicholas responded as he relaxed his grip on his jeans and threw his arm over the back of the cramped couch. His legs kicked up on the falling apart table they took from the garbage of another club on campus. The local university was known as the "rumble"  or the "badlands' ', it was a desert that surrounded this college town.  It was also known from the amount of delinquents that would visit the campus from neighboring small towns and cause problems. 

Nicholas has lived in the university town his whole life, there was an orphanage and church where he grew up. So he had never strayed too far away from home. If he wanted the walk, he could get from the university to the church.  He closed his eyes as Vash placed a Hello Kitty bandage on top of his bleeding eyebrow. 

  "Is there anything else I should know about?" He started to zip up the bag of medical supplies. making sure that Nicholas was okay. He reached out for a moment and almost patted Nicholas on the knee, but decided against it. Nicholas wasn't big on physical touch, Vash chalked it up to a life of prayer. It's not like being raised by nuns and priests was known to be a hugging and kissing kind of upbringing. 

  "Everything else is fine, I promise I'm alright." Nicholas' dark eyes met Vash's.

  "You know I worry, you're like my best friend here.  Who else is going to watch  Children of the Plants or Forsaken God with me?" Vash pulled two of the DVDs out from the cramped  shelf that lined the far wall of the room. Stuffed with almost every DVD one could think of., "You know, I might have a hook up at the library who says that they're getting some archival footage, I might be able to get it for free." 

  "Is it from that Millie girl?" Nicholas asked. 

  "Not this time, it's another girl from the library." 

  "Which one is that?  Amelia Anne?  Or that other really tall girl Patricia." Nicholas asked as he leaned over to his bag and took out some nicotine gum and started chewing. He always wanted a smoke after a good fight,  but Vash barred all smoking from the projection room.  He said it ruined the forms of film they kept in the room. 

  "Patricia doesn't even go here anymore.  I think she works with her family a few states over. Her name is Meryl, she seems keen on preserving the film and having it readily available for students.  I'm wondering if I should invite the two of them to the club, it would be good to have more members on the list." 

Nicholas frowned, "We don't need anymore members." 

Vash pouted, "C'mon, Nicholas. It's only us, what's going to happen when we graduate? We need more members so the club can go after next year." He really was like a puppy dog,  those big blue eyes that looked to the other man. 

Nicholas sighed, "I'll think about it. This room is cramped with just the two of us, we don't need more bodies in this hot ass room." He rested his temple on his knuckle and looked at the blonde, "I don't want a repeat of what happened when you tried to join the group." 

Vash grimaced, "Knives isn't that bad, he just worries."

Their eyes met, without words Vash knew what Nicholas was thinking. He hated Knives with a passion. There was something about that science major, member of the student union, asshole that Nicholas couldn't stand. But Vash cared for his brother, it was the only family he had left, and Nicholas could empathize with the feeling of not having much family to turn to. 

Nicholas just wished that Vash could admit that his brother had faults. 

Vash's phone rang and he reached for it on the table. He saw it was a message from his brother and got up, "Well I have to head out now, Knives is here. I'll see you Thursday okay? Remember to lock the door on the way out." He grabbed his bag and waved over his shoulder as he exited the room. 

Nicholas sunk into his seat a little more.  He groaned and ran fingers through his dark hair.  He felt like a mess,  anytime Vash was around, Nicholas couldn't think of much else besides the blonde himself. He had to tell him to stop touching him so he could get a semblance of control over himself.  Nicholas didn't know what to call these feelings, they were a jumbled mess of wires that sat in his chest. Most not connected to any rational thought. 

Vash was a humanoid typhoon, he left as quickly as he came rolling in. He was a disaster and Nicholas wanted him so badly. But there was something deep inside of Nicholas that scoffed at these feelings. They were almost disgusting in nature.  These feelings could only be akin to lust, because being gay in Nicholas' eyes was being someone who could never be loved. Love was reserved for God's creations, not a sinner like Nicholas. 

He spat the gum out into the wastebin and got up.  He put the DVDs that Vash took out back and left the room.  This felt like something that Nicholas needed to pray about. 

-

Nicholas didn't see Vash on Wednesday, but he did see Knives putting up posters for a talk with one of the professors from another university within the state. The two locked eyes, as Nicholas passed by.  Knives gave a small nod of acknowledgment while Nicholas gave him a partial wave. 

The dark haired man ran his tongue across his molars as he passed in an effort to keep it civil.  When his back was turned to the blonde, he heard him say, "Nice cut you got there."  And Nicholas looked over his shoulder. 

  "Yeah, your brother fixed me up." 

Knives shrugged,  "Vash always loved fixing broken things." Then the sound of tape being peeled filled the space between them. It was like nothing was  around them, even though the reality was that there were multiple students trying to get around them. 

  "Yeah, I guess." 

  "Heads up, by the way. A little birdie told me they're cracking down on fights. I'd hate to see you go before you could graduate, Wolfwood."

  "Isn't that sweet."

  "Yeah, so keep Vash out of your little brawls. I'd hate for us to have problems."  Knives then flashed the smile that got him elected in the first place. before he tore the strip of tape with his teeth and went back to putting up posters. 

Nicholas sighed and continued walking. He bit the inside of his mouth to keep himself from mouthing off to the vice president of the student union. That's the last thing he needed on his rep sheet right now, he was already down there with the delinquents that enjoyed a good fight. Classes went by in a blur, his main focus was on history but.dabbled in other classes for electives. He knew people looked at him when he sat in the front of the lecture hall, especially when they saw the dried gash in his eyebrow. 

A good Catholic boy who loved a good fight. And protecting the hyperactive stringbean he called a club partner. 

Classes weren't so bad at the university, the rooms were often un-airconditioned which left Nichola unbuttoning the first few buttons of his crisp shirt.  During one lecture this afternoon, he saw a meek girl a few seats down with large bottle glasses getting a small peek of his chest, especially the curly hairs that laid there. 

Nicholas chuckled briefly into his fist. He should be attracted to girls like that, the kind that were sweet and smart. But the vibration of his phone in his pocket had the dark haired man at the beck and call to the chaos that was Vash. 

He briefly looked at his phone, what he saw in the text were pictures of cats drawn as different tarot cards and Vash captioned it with "This is how I want my cards to be read., lol." 

Vash texted him through most of the day as he usually did. The blonde didn't have many friends, he was friendly with the workers at the library but he wasn't going out every night. It wasn't like Knives would let him anyway. Nicholas' head was in his phone, going through the memes that Vash found when he heard his name. 

  "Wolfwood!" A gruff voice got him out of his trance. 

Well, if it wasn't the idiots from the athletic department.  Nicholas put his bag down, "I don't have all day. I got places to be." His bag hit the floor with a 'thump'.  He rolled up his sleeves. 

One of the members stepped forward and Nicholas did the same, even though his eyebrow still stung from being hit the day before.  He grit his teeth and pulled back his arm. Before he could punch forward, someone cleared their throat from the top of the staircase.  The men looked over and saw a young woman with black hair and gray-lilac eyes. 

  "Excuse me." She said with her arms crossed, "If you're going to fight, take it outside."

  "Meryl what are you- oh hi Nicholas." A taller woman came down the stairs and stopped where the other one was. Nicholas knew her as Millie, she often "rented" movies from the club. She worked at the library and was taller than most of the guys on campus.

  "Hey Millie." Nicholas dropped his arm and looked at her. And the second of looking away, the dark haired man's vision went dark and a sharp pain shot through his temple. 

-

When Nicholas woke up he was in the infirmary. He was laid out on a cot with a cold press against the side of his head.  There were three people sitting  at the other end of the room,  Nicholas couldn't make them out until he blinked himself awake. Millie, that Meryl girl and Vash were there.  The women were sitting on the uncomfortable chairs and Vash was propped up against the wall, his long legs crossed. 

Nicholas groaned as he tried to sit up but the sharp pain kept him down. He exhaled deeply and kept his right eye shut as it hurt to even keep it open. The noises he made attracted the attention of the others in the room. Vash was the first to be at Nicholas' side. 

   "Hey buddy."  He said, "Nasty bruise you got there." 

  "Why are you here, you have today off." 

  "Ah well, I got a text from Millie that you got knocked out so I had to come as fast as possible.  You missed your three o'clock class though. "

  "It's fine." Nicholas sighed,  "It's just critical thinking about poetry." 

Meryl stifled a laugh and Nicholas shot her a look with his good eye.  She said, "Sorry, sorry. I just never pictured you as a poetry guy is all. Everything I've heard from you has been about fighting or movies." 

Nicholas frowned as he turned back to Vash.  Oh how he wanted to reach out and touch the man above him. How he wanted to run his fingers through that undercut. But instead the throb in his head kept him from doing much else besides staring. He asked, "How long do I have to stay here?"

  "Just until the nurse checks up on you. Then we can go." Vash smiled, "Do you want to come over tonight, Knives is out for the evening?"

  "I don't want to be a bother." 

  "Don't worry about it,  I'd feel better knowing you were safe. Just in case you had a concussion, that's all.  C'mon Wolfwood." 

Nicholas exhaled, "Fine, if it makes you feel better I'll do it." He slowly sat up and could see the hesitation that Vash had to help him sit up. His hands ghosted his body just in case he  fell back down on the thin pillow.  He sort of regretted telling Vash to not touch him. 

Millie went to go get the nurse, Nicholas was checked out. It was suggested he wore sunglasses until the bruising around his eye healed. It would be sensitive to light for a few weeks. Thankfully it wasn't something worth going to the hospital for, but the nurse told him that if his condition gets worse to go to the ER as soon as possible.

  "It's good you have a friend like Vash." Said the nurse, "Those brothers are always there to lend a helping hand." 

Nicholas nodded, "Uh, yeah." He wouldn't consider Knives to be nice. Millie helped him back to his feet and he took the ice pack with him. The cool ice felt nice against his bruised skin.  It was dark by the time they left the nurse's office.  He could still feel Vash's hand ghosting his back for support.  He turned to the blonde, "If you want to drag me home, feel free."

Vash gave a reassuring smile, "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

  "I'm going to be feeling discomfort for a few weeks." Nicholas responded. 

They crossed campus together, Vash carried Nicholas' bag  that he had dropped prior to getting hit. They eventually got to the rows of townhouses that made up part of the residence. Vash and Knives lived together in the corner near the back of the lot. The light from the streetlamp made Nicholas' sore eye throb. 

  "A little bright isn't it." Vash remarked,  "Don't worry I'll protect you!"  And took off the orange glasses he always wore and put them over Nicholas' eyes, "Won't be perfect, but I think I have a pair at home." He flashed a beaming smile. 

Nicholas smiled at the blonde, "Thanks, Vash. I owe you one."

The townhouse was dark when they entered, it wasn't as modern as the apartments at the other end of the campus but it made do. It had a better heating and cooling system compared to the university buildings themselves.  Vash put Nicholas' bag down, "Do you want me to go to your dorm and pick up some things. Or do you want to wear my clothes tomorrow." 

  "Hate to break it to you, blondie. I'll stretch out all your clothes. I have bigger tits than you do." Nicholas laughed. 

  "Well of course you do, I got mine removed six months ago." Vash replied, he then held out his hand, "Keys, and the code is still 2455?" 

  "Always." Nicholas handed over his keys, "Just grab whatever, a clean pair of boxers would be nice too." He smiled as Vash turned away from him to go to the residence apartments where Nicholas lived.  The dark haired man closed the door, took off his shoes and turned on some lights before he  headed to the  living room.  He placed Vash's glasses on the coffee table. 

The brothers got lucky with this townhouse,  it only had two bedrooms in the entire place. Usually they had four to six, but the brothers had their own rooms. Usually when Nicholas slept over he usually crashed on the overused leather couch.  Vash usually dumped a bunch of pillows and blankets on top of him to help him get comfortable. 

He took off his jacket  and dropped onto the couch then draped his coat over the arm of where he sat. He unbuttoned more of his shirt and relaxed.  He gingerly touched the bruise around his right eye.  The pain could be felt in his teeth. It was so bad. He knew he'd have to take a look at it in the morning. 

He stared up at the ceiling, applying the melting ice ever so often until he walked to the fridge and found the star shaped ice cubes that Vash kept in the freezer. He wrapped up a few pieces in some paper towels and threw out the old ice. His ass once more found the couch and he remained quiet in the townhouse until Vash returned.  The door opened and Nicholas looked down the hall to see Vash with a plastic bag full of Nicholas' stuff. 

  "Hey!" Vash chirped, "I got some extra clothes, tomorrow's going to be a scorcher so I got you some shorts. Your roommate was gone so it wasn't a hassle to get everything. Your toothbrush is the orange one right?"

  "You know me too well, blondie." Nicholas chuckled.

  "Anything for you, Nicky." 

Nicholas rolled his good eye, "I told you to never call me that." 

Vash stuck his tongue out playfully, "Well I told you to never call me blondie."  Then dropped the bag on the coffee table beside his glasses.  He put his hands on his hips, "We should probably get comfortable." Then turned to head upstairs to the bedrooms. 

Vash's was on the right while Knives' was on the left. They were separated by a short hallway and the bathroom they shared.  As the two men climbed the stairs, Nicholas asked Vash where his brother went. "Oh you know, he's taking the astronomy class this semester so class runs late. Then he said he had something to do for the student union so he wasn't coming home tonight." 

  "Maybe he finally got a girlfriend." 

Vash laughed, "Oh, I'd know if he had a girlfriend.  Knives don't keep secrets from me." He opened the door to his bedroom. The two men got undressed in the spacious room. Nicholas always tensed up with how casual Vash was to show off his body. 

Nicholas knew the act of changing wasn't sexual. He didn't really see anything aside from the thick scar lines. Most jagged and cut in weird places. Nicholas didn't know much about Vash's childhood, but he knew it wasn't easy.  He knew his mother died, he and his brother were shipped around the country in foster care, and some of those homes were ideal. And then Vash lost his arm at sixteen in an accident. 

The only scars that had any precision to them were what Vash called the "anchor" scars from his top surgery.  Vash admitted those were the only scars that didn't carry hurt, but rather euphoria. 

  "Why do you always change in front of me, but you've told me you were scared of showing girls your body." Nicholas asked as he tugged on the t-shirt Vash brought him. He kept his eyes on the blonde's back as he stepped into his shorts. 

Vash chuckled to himself, "You don't find it all gross, Nicholas. You don't look at it all and find me disgusting. " He looked at the prosthetic arm he had, "You make me feel like a real man." 

Nicholas wanted to hug Vash in that moment, feel the blonde's back against his chest. But he restrained himself, instead clenching his fists and quickly loosening the grip. "Well, you're more of a man than I'll ever be.  Anyone who tells you otherwise is going to hear from me." 

Vash smiled as he turned around, still shirtless.  "Yeah well, I have the advantage of the top surgery scars blending into all the other ones." He put his hands on his hips and put on his best smile. That's what he always did when he was vulnerable to Nicholas, he'd laugh it off and move on. It pained Nicholas to see him do that. 

The men got dressed and Vash suggested they put on a movie while they made dinner. He explained that he was cooking up something for him and his brother before he got the text to come to the nurse's office. "I mean the ground beef was going to go bad soon, so I had to cook it tonight."

  "What were you doing with it?" 

  "Making me infamous cheeseburger pasta." Vash beamed.

  "Didn't you get the recipe from the internet like the second week living on campus?" 

  "Yes, but it doesn't call for chili powder,  so therefore it makes it my special recipe. "

Nicholas chuckled, "Whatever you say, I could go for anything right now." The two began to restart dinner. Thankfully Vash had only prepped most of the items.  Vash cooked the beef while Nicholas watched the noodles. It was almost domestic. Something that Nicholas craved. It made his heart yearn. 

Is this really something he could have? Was he allowed to be this domestic? He was taught that most gay love came from the sin of lust. But Nicholas didn't want to jump Vash's bones, he wanted to do this. He wanted to share meals, watch films. Was that still the sin of lust? In his anxious state, Nicholas tugged on the cross he wore around his neck. He couldn't  seek guidance tonight, he'd have to sit in his worry of sin.

But as he watched Vash chatter away with him, pushing the meat around the old skillet.  He laughed at his own jokes, he however noticed that Nicholas was lost in thought. He waved his hand in front of the other man's face, "Are you okay there, Nicholas? Do you want me to take over?"

  "No, no. I'm fine, just thinking about something." 

  "Oooh, what is it? Something important?" Vash tilted his head to the side briefly. 

Nicholas shrugged, "I promise I'm not thinking about anything special right now." Then he grabbed a serving spoon from the drawer to check if the noodles were done. It wasn't that important, even if the emotion was strangling him. Nothing that Vash needed to worry his blonde head about. 

-

The pair finished dinner.  And ended up on the couch,  Vash yawned as he grabbed one of the crochet blankets he made in second year over his lap. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

  "Good, good." 

Vash ran his hand through his blonde hair before dropping it down on the couch, his prosthetic fingers so close to Nicholas' own. The dark haired man swallowed and kept his composure.  He buried those feelings deep, he wasn't going to throw caution to the wind and fuck up the foundation of their friendship. 

Nicholas knew that Vash was bisexual and transgender. He said what was the point of picking one. Nicholas never told him that he was gay, resorting to just smiling at the blonde's freedom to express his gender and sexuality. To Vash, Nicholas was just a very good ally.  Afterall he was one of the people to take care of Vash when he took a semester off to recover from top surgery since Knives was often busy with his own affairs.  But no matter how strong Nicholas' resolve was, he reached out a pinky finger and brushed it alongside Vash's own. 

He wondered if the blonde could feel it, he never asked for the schematics of Vash's prosthetic. He thought it was a little too invasive, it was honestly none of his business and knew it would strike a nerve if asked poorly.  So he rubbed his pinky against his and prayed to God that Vash couldn't feel anything. But quickly pulled his hand away when Vash coughed into his other elbow. 

Stupid, stupid, sinful. Was all that Nicholas thought. 

  "Hey Nicholas?" Vash asked. 

  "Uh yeah?" He responded

  "I know your face is all busted in, but can you do me a favor?"

Nicholas nodded. The pair ended up in the bathroom upstairs.  Vash took off his sweatpants, and sat on top of the toilet lid and lined up his supplies. The packaged needle and the bottle of testosterone. Vash had the option to take the gel but there was a familiarity to take the needle. But sometimes he needed a little help getting the job done.  He took the needle out, got the testosterone into it at the right dose and held it out for Nicholas to administer it. 

  "Got the Band-Aid?" Nicholas asked.

Vash held out the heart shaped bandages that he bought especially for the testosterone shots, "peace and love, baby!"

Nicholas smiled, even though the swelling in his face made it hurt.  He reached out and held Vash's thigh and slowly inserted the needle into the top of Vash's thigh. "1, 2, 3. There. Relax. Tensing it up will make it hurt later." 

  "Okay, okay." Vash turned his head to not look at the needle in his skin. He felt the prick and before he knew it, Nicholas was finished. He felt the bandage be taken from his hand and stuck on his thigh. Vash turned back to look at Nicholas on his knees in front of him. The blonde then smacked his thigh to "help" the testerone get into his bloodstream.

  "Does that help?"

Vash shrugged, "Maybe, no idea. "

Nicholas got up slowly, "I'm glad I could help you. I think you can help me get some more ice for this bruise."  He pointed to his eye that was swelling up a little bit. 

The blonde got up and pulled his sweatpants back up, tightening the waistband around his waist.  "Of course! Anything for my Nicky." He slapped Nicholas on the shoulder and exited the bathroom. 

Nicholas caught himself in the mirror as he passed by to exit the bathroom. His eye looked like a mess, the bruise was a deep red on the verge of purple. At least his face wasn't broken.  It was just a nasty bruise for the next month or so. He stretched his arms above his head, his shirt rolled up to show a bit of his happy trail. He then exited the bathroom. 

The two eventually put on a movie, and Nicholas felt the best he had felt in the last few days. He felt almost a peace surrounded by Vash's warmth. He was like the golden rays  of the afternoon light.  Vash handed him another paper towel full of ice and carefully patted it onto Nicholas' skin. 

  "Is it okay?" He asked.

  "Yeah, I don't mind." He exhaled through his nose, "Thank you." 

Vash  continued to press the ice on the other's face, "You better sleep on your other side tonight. Why don't you take my room?" 

  "I couldn't, I'll be fine on the couch." 

  "No, no. You need a nice place to sleep, where I can keep an eye on you. I don't want you dying in your sleep." Vash frowned at him, "I'm not explaining to the  cops why there's a dead man in my house." 

  "I promise I'll be fine."

  "No, no. How about this, we both share the bed. Dudes do that right?" Vash cocked his head to the side. 

  "I promise you they do not." Nicholas replied, the idea of sharing a bed with Vash made his heart race.  The bed wasn't big enough to fit two people but not huge. He would survive on the couch.

  "No way! Well tonight we're making an exception. I need to keep an eye on you in case your condition gets worse. That's what the nurse said to me, so I must follow by it! Who cares what regular dudes do anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures!" Vash puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips.

Nicholas couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever you say, Vash." He shook his head, "Why don't you pull something from that DVD collection of yours and let's watch something." He watched the blonde perk up and go get something from his prized DVD collection. Nicholas held the ice to his head and watched him pick something out. His heart hammered in his chest.  Times like these made Nicholas question his loyalty to his faith. That there was something more to be devoted to.

[keephiminthebox]

Chapters: 5/8 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe Additional Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Professional Dom Wolfood, Sub Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Bondage, Spanking, Falling In Love, Getting Together, they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Explicit Sexual Content, Recreational Drug Use, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cockwarming, Insecurity, Scars, Sub Drop, Dom Drop, Subspace Summary:

A week ago, Nicholas got a cutely-worded, fumbling email from some guy asking if he was taking on new subs. Then, a date was set.

It takes Vash five whole minutes to knock on the door, and as soon as it opens, one thing becomes apparently clear.

“Vash, I presume?” Nicholas asks.

“T-that’s me!” Vash manages.

Oh, Nicholas knows this is going to be fun.

[quality-street-rat]

Just finished my longest chapter ever......it's 8k of sweet, emotional...porn. It's just porn, lmao

[flameboyace]

NEW FANFIC

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NOT! op related, but lately i'm down pretty bad with trigun stampede.

It's been some time since i felt this happy about writing something so i wanted to share it if some of yall are interested.

It's a smut vashwood, nothing too heavy, but it contains a really huge spoiler from the other anime/manga so plase don't read it if you don't want basically the end of what stampede will be.

Other than that, i relly hope it's a little decent a good enough to read.

I also promise i will come back with some op things to write.

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[doffyflamingo]

While Meryl and Milly are sleeping in another room..

[awkwardchick87]

I will never be sorry for Vashwood smut.

afab reader - use of "good girl"

Vash sitting in the corner of the room, fully dressed with just his cock in his hand while he watches you ride Nicholas. It feels like its been hours, your thighs are burning where Nicholas is grabbing them, his nails leaving crescent shaped indents in your flesh as he pants under you.

"Come on mayfly, don't stop yet." Vash looks at you, the moonlight shining off his glasses pushed up in to his hair, "He's not even close to done, are you Nico?"

You feel his cock twitch against your walls, a small gasp escapes his lips, "No - fuck - angel, please don't stop." Nicholas groans under you, his nails digging in hard enough, you're afraid he night break skin.

Whimpering you plant your palms on Nicholas' chest, lifting your hips and dropping them down again, letting gravity help you. The sound he makes under you is nothing short of pornographic. Loud groans bouncing off the walls of the small hotel room.

"Good girl" Vash whispers from his seat, his hand picking up pace as he starts stroking his cock again.

Just kicking my feet thinking about sub Wolfwood and dom leaning switch Vash poly relationship with reader. Might add more to this later....

[h5llpyre]

give me vashwood soft hospital arc sex!

starts frothing at the mouth thinking about wolfwood healing faster than vash and he walks over to his hospital bed to keep him company. they end up tenderly kissing and wolfwood half crawling up onto the bed as it creaks under their weight.

like the desperation of not seeing each other for months and worrying for what felt like forever. eager hands roaming as they kiss w watery eyes. but its not the right place or time, vashs wounds are still healing and the last thing wolfwood wants to do is hurt him even more.

so they settle with wolfwoods fingers curling up into his velvety cunt as vash holds onto him for dear life, tears brimming his eyes. holding back his noises as he realizes that months of not being touched has caused him to be so so sensitive.

theres not much time, wolfwoods fingers quickly pressing into that spot over and over, trying to push him over the edge before one of the nurses come back to check on them. its so desperate and hot, still in their clothes as wolfwoods hand rhythmically moves in vash’s pants, trying to get him off while trying not to budge his iv or his wounds.

vash cries into wolfwood’s shoulder when he comes, the hospital bed shaking on its wheels as he shudders. hotly panting with his eyes closed as he comes down, wolfwood kissing his temple and coaxing him through it.

skip to one of the nurses rushing in, asking why vash’s heart rate had increased so rapidly, but pauses when they see them: both of their heads snapping up, vash’s face red and his pants still unzipped and low and wolfwood in the process of wiping the wetness off his fingers.

[doffyflamingo]

First time

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 15: against a wall with Wolfwood

warning: p in v, against a wall, public sex? idk its in an empty alley, slight vashwood ngl, not proofread.

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Harsh thrusts sent body quaking with the impact, like an active earthquake sending tremors up your spine and caused your pussy to clamp tighter around Wolfwood's cock, lean hips jackhammering you in place against the wall.

"Fuck, you take this cock so well, angel," He groans, keeping you up effortlessly with his hand on your thigh, the other behind your head in a sweet attempt to made that you don't go hitting your pretty head on the brick.

His hips pause and you see stars, grinding his pelvis into yours for a second to stimulate your painfully neglected clit and smother your jaw with wet kisses, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix in an almost painful shock of pure pleasure. "Aren't you just so sweet, honey, lettin' me fuck you in an alley. You just knew I couldn't wait any longer, didn't you?" He mocked in a sickeningly sweet tone, voice rough and teasing with that smug grin against your jawbone, but you couldn't care less when you felt him already beginning to swell inside of you.

"Yeah, I know," He murmured in response to your whine, keeping you cradled in his arms as he started to fuck into you again. As much as he wanted to keep you shaking and begging for more, he knew the chances of getting caught only grew bigger as time passed, and the last thing he wanted was to watch you pull at your panties because he had to cut your session short.

"Don't worry, honey, I got ya, you can do it," Oh, he loved how the squelching of your cunt echoed in the alley, harmonizing perfectly with the sound of his hips against your and your pretty moans. "Hold on tight, angel, I'm gonna go faster, 'kay?"

He hoisted you up higher on the wall before you could even process his drawl, sighing blissfully as his eyes rolled back when you squealed and clamped around him, practically bullying your drooling pussy with his harsh thrusts and the way he used your body as leverage.

"Fuck, angel, d'you see the way Vash was lookin' at ya?" So that's why he pulled you away from the group so suddenly. But with rose tinted cheeks and a slight grin on his face, you know he was anything but mad at his how "friend" had been ogling you in the morning sun.

"What's he think he's doin'? Eyein' up my bride like that. He's sure got a pair, doesn't he- argh, honey?" No matter how long you've been married, the way he called you his bride made your cheeks hot, and he sure got a kick out of the way you had to explain to bartenders and waitresses that you were, in fact, not a newlywed couple who needed some free drinks or anything. He was just a hopeless romantic, with a pretty young wife to brag about.

He was just so handsome, black bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down his neck, tan muscles looking tense in an effort not to let his knees buckle when you fluttered tighter. Ugh, his cock hurt- why'd you have to be so pretty?

"Hmph- okay, angel, c'mon." He had reached his limit, biting your neck in an effort not to cum prematurely. "Cum on my cock, little lady, we gotta get back to the others- Fuck!"

"Oh! Oh- c-cummin'! Fuck, honey, 'm cummin-!" He cried, almost losing his grip on you all together when his foot slipped in the dirt and you came on his cock with such a pretty sigh, but he found his balance just you felt that familiar hot wave crash into your womb.

He always came so much, today being no exception as it dripped out of you and splatted to the ground while he babbled, eyes closed and shaking his head dumbly with an almost fucked-out look on his face.

"D-Damn it! You're too tight, honey! Ohhh! Cummin' on my cock- so pretty- ahhh!" His words always did get choppy when he came, like he felt like he had to talk you threw it, even when he couldn't think a single thought besides how good your soft cunt felt around his throbbing cock.

Only when you felt his grip on your thigh and the back of your head loosen did the hot seed finally stop shooting into your pussy, though it still dripped between his shoes slowly to leave his mark. "Huh... Huh... Huh..." He panted hot breath down your neck, slumping weakly against your body, his firm chest pressed against your soft tits so sweetly you could ignore the layer of sweat.

"You did so good— you always do," He praised softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rubbed the back of your head lightly, not caring how his knuckles stung from how they grinded against the brick behind you. "Pretty bride, I love you."