#wolfwood x gender neutral reader

[bennysblabbering]

I think Wolfwood's got a fair amount of body hair. Not too much, not too little. He's got a subtle dusting of black hair on the center of his chest that spreads a little over his pecs, dipping down across his stomach into a nice happy trail. He's absolutely got a full bush as well- whether he's cis or trans, doesn't matter, he'd grow it out regardless. His arms, legs, and armpits definitely have a good amount too.

It would almost feel scandalous to see him in a wife beater shirt, his chest hair peeking out a bit from the neckline, his happy trail and armpit hair exposed when he stretches.

I think he'd feel a little flustered but ultimately enjoy it if he had a partner that would purposefully pay attention to his body hair, stroking and kissing the spots that have the most. Especially if they were to nuzzle from his belly button, across the dark and coarse trail, down to his impressive thick bush ripe with his scent and bury their face in it.

Also the scruff on his face...it would absolutely feel incredible as he's going down on someone, or when he leans in to kiss their neck, or really anytime his face is close to their skin.

[silentwhispofhope]

Hello!! Can i request a Vash and Nicolas x reader with how’d they react by reader pulling them in by the waist?, either the reader is hugging them or giving them a quick peck on the cheek/lips

I hope You’re doing well!

A/N: Ooooo what a lovely idea! I hope you’re doing well too!

Surprise Hug/Kiss Headcanons

Vash

Shy boi

He’s still getting used to all of the physical contact from you after essentially be single for 100+ years.

He goes soft when you pull him to you by the waist. It’s such an intimate action that gets him stuttering.

The blond turns red like a tomato, but he gladly accepts your affection. He ends up tucking his head into the crook of your neck to try and hide his blush.

He’s always surprised when you do something like this. Even after ten times, he’s still not used to it.

Wolfwood

He’s initially shocked, but he quickly covers that up.

The undertaker gets very cocky from your move on him and tries to sneak another kiss or hug from you.

He will eventually pick you up and swing you around in his arms, trying to show you off to others.

After the first time, he can definitely sense when you’re about to go in for the kill. He likes to indulge you though, so he lets you get away with it.

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[nanqmies]

Vashwood x Reader

cw: voyeurism, cunilingus, mentions of facials, p in v , and blow jobs. gn amab!reader , afab!vash, implied threesome, masturbation, reader is a little bit of a pervert ngl

wc: 0.4k

a/n: just a quick drabble cause this was in my mind, i fr wrote this at 11pm >_< , i pinky promise I’m almost done wif my full fic!! please be patient. i hope you enjoy my work.

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imagine vash n wolfwood like a bunch of sinners giving small touches to eachother, his hands leading down to vash’s and sliding his fingers in, nick rubbing his rough fingertips over vash’s sensitive clit and rolling it in small circles causing him to mewl in pleasure. Maybe he’ll even pull down his slacks and place vash’s thighs over his shoulders as he runs his tongue flatly along his slick folds, vash knits his fingers through his dark colored hair and urges him to keep going.

Of course he’ll oblige, teasing his bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue while his fingers slide in to stretch out his tight pussy. Maybe that makes you a pervert for watching, your hand wrapped tightly around your cock whilst rubbing the tip with your thumb. The pre dribbling from your slit proves your thoughts right, watching your closest friends being intimate together from the crack in the door. Vash’s moans sound angelic in your ears, you pray he’d sound like that when you’re inside him. His voice breaking as he repeats your name over and over while your hands grip his hips and fuck into him roughly.. Nick slides another finger inside him, curling them to perfectly hit his g-spot, vash groans loudly and puts a hand to cover his mouth to keep in his sounds of pleasure.

Wolfwood’s always been good with his mouth, in bed or meaning his sharp tongue. His lips are always so perfect and plump, you’ve thought about them wrapped around your cock more times than you’re proud to admit. His eyes filling with tears when your tip hits the back of your throat, you’d moan shakily feeling his tongue run over the underside of your cock, tracing over every sensitive vein. You’d pull out and paint his pretty face with your thick seed, you shouldn’t be thinking of a priest in this way. Your breathing is heavy while rutting into your hand, feeling close at the sight of vash’s face contorting in bliss as his climax is near, god you want to feel his warmth around you, nicks mouth on you. You want them both badly, with a silent groan you finish in your hand. Covering your fingers in hot ropes of cum, you feel ashamed, like a pervert even. You pull up your pants and rush away from the cracked door to clean up.

Nick wipes his mouth from vash’s orgasm, he glances back at the door wondering if he’ll ever tell you they left it cracked on purpose.

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[chris-continues]

Trigun Band AU

General HC’s + how you meet

TW: suggestive (just heavy kissing)

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You’re a classmate of Wolfwood’s in college and find out he’s apart of a rock/alt garage band named Gunsmoke with some of his friends- one day he’s frustrated that it’s his turn to do some of the managerial stuff and as he’s complaining to you about it, you suggest that you can take it up. You’re interested after all, and he seems chill enough so.. why not?

You meet him there with his brother, Livio (singer), who’s wildly cute and sticks to him like a social anchor, then meet Vash (drummer), Meryl (second vocalist), and Milly (guitarist) who are inside setting up (Wolfwood is a bassist)

Over time you do more gigs with them and have fun, soon pining after all of them lowk…

Wolfwood guides you with a hand on your back, Livio uses his hand to prevent you from bumping into anything, Meryl lectures you (she’s just worried about you!!), Milly grabs sweets for you, and Vash sometimes stands a bit close to you, gaze lasting a bit too long.

Also Livio’s lyrics start sounding a bit more romantic too :0 (I wonder why??)

Polycule begins!! (Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they’re brothers) and they’re the best partners you could ever ask for

While getting ready for a show, you’re their “good luck charm” (meaning they kiss you right before a show)

Milly kisses your cheek, Meryl is too shy to do anything but will give your cheek a kiss if she’s nervous, Vash peppers kisses over your face, Livio is also usually too shy but Wolfwood teases him about it like “what, too shy to kiss your own partner Liv?” And then Livio pecks your lips and hides his face, Wolfwood pulls you in by the waist and kisses you then tickles you cause he’s a piece of shit (affectionate)

Vash will cheekily go, “And this song is for you, mayfly.” And wink at you. Whenever this happens, Meryl usually feels part of your secondhand embarrassment and adoration and facepalms

Songwriting sessions with them consist of Wolfwood and Vash tapping their knees and making dumb noises to make a beat that somehow eventually works?? And Meryl is like, “how do you guys do it?? >:0” cause she’s been tryna construct something for a hot minute.

Livio is actually pretty good at coming up with lyrics, constantly humming under his breath with headphones and finding inspiration. It’s really cute. Him, with his hair up and knees curled to his chest as he sits on the floor, hand tapping as he hums.

Milly does something similar w/ drum beats! Sometimes they’ll be sitting next to each other and doing it and their hands touch. He gets really flustered and she’s like, “Awww”

During these sessions Milly, Livio, and you often go on snack runs (they both have sweet tooth’s)

Making out with Wolfwood in the back room.. his tongue piercing is cool against your lip

Also both him and Vash have matching tongue piercings, they fucking love to tease their partners with it because GOD it’s something

Livio gets one a bit later (so far for piercings he has snake bites, vertical labaret, his eyebrow, + industrial and other ear piercings), no tattoo’s though.

Vash has a smiley, a bellybutton piercing, along with a few ear piercings (and his tongue piercing), but one drunken night Wolfwood dares him to get a tramp stamp. He also has an inner lip tattoo saying, “babygirl” in cursive lettering

Wolfwood has spider bites + tongue piercing and has a matching tramp stamp with Vash (it’s a heart design with flames coming from the sides)

Wolfwood and Vash asko have matching nipple piercings

Milly would have an industrial, Meryl with a septum + a few ear piercings. I think they both would keep it pretty light.

You guys potentially get matching tattoos? (Smth w/ angel wings?)

Wolfwood gets it on his back, Vash on his wrist (so he can always look at it) Livio also gets it on his wrist, Meryl on her sternum and Milly on her shoulder/bicep

[tenabrye]

Hello! I was wondering if i could get a Wolfwood x gn reader who carries around a big scythe like a grim reaper :)) and they are known for “reaping souls” plus they are cold and stoic

So maybe this could be a enemies to lovers fic? Only if you’re up for it!! There’s no rush

Thank you! I hope You’re doing well ❤️

The idea of the reader "reaping souls" like the grim reaper was an amazing one, anon. ;)

warning(s): a bit of gore, a little death, fighting, reader has a nickname, some cursing

Nicholas despised you the first time he met you. He had tracked a deserter down, having followed them halfway across the desert and finally cornering them in a heavily decrepit building. There wasn't anywhere else for them to go, knowing full and well they were out of nourishment. He was fixing to home in on them and make it a quick and clean kill, but a piercing scream and the sound of choking caused him to hurry to the scene.

You stood there, clad in dark attire with your eyes on the victim, his mark. He noticed your weapon was at your side, crimson liquid sliding down the blade and dropping to the ground. The deserter was choking on their own blood, hands firmly pressed to the wound that started from the upper right of their chest and dragged downward diagonally. Their eyes were wide and full of fear, knowing now that this would be their final night alive.

The body soon slumped over, dead, and his eyes fled to you as you now stared at him. Nicholas clenched his jaw, clicking his tongue in annoyance at the entirety of the situation. Who were you? Where did you even come from? There wasn't another soul out in that desert for miles. He would have sensed you, and yet, he didn't.

"Oi," he started, annoyance heavy in his tone, "who're you?"

He watched as you angled your head upwards a little and glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, giving off the impression of looking down on him. Nicholas didn't know why it did, but it pissed him off immensely. "Does it matter?" You asked him, eyes narrowing in the process. He scoffed and furrowed his brows. "You were taking too long with them. The job is to kill, not play."

His hands balled into fists, tightening from the anger that swirled within. "I was taking care of it before you butted in."

"Following them for nearly a month and a half without killing them qualifies as such? You'd still be wandering after them if I hadn't inserted myself into the situation." You continued to stare at him with a coldness in your eyes. It made him uncomfortable, but he was still angry, so the unease was cancelled out. "Letting those with such bad souls continue living is a waste, hence why they were reaped."

Reaped? His eyes glanced down at your weapon, and he realized that it was a scythe. Such a large weapon carried by someone like you, how could it be possible? Nicholas shook his head and growled in frustration. It didn't matter, he thought. What mattered is who you were, why you followed him, and why you killed someone he was supposed to take care of. "Whatever," he grumbled, "but you're gonna tell me who the hell you are and why you butted in, else I--"

Before he could finish his sentence, you came at him with such speed and ferocity that he hadn't even thought of how to counter whatever attack would befall him. Your weapon was at his throat, the curve of the blade gently pressed against his skin. "Kill me?" You questioned, eyes staring hard at the ones hidden behind his shades. Despite not being able to see them, he was certain you could tell they were wide in fear. You kept your weapon on him for another second before you pulled away. "You may try, but you wouldn't like the outcome." The undertaker soon watched as you made your way out of the building, stopping short to glance over your shoulder and at him. "Until next we meet, Punisher."

He grumbled under his breath after you left. Nicholas didn't know who you were, where you came from, or why you even took over killing the deserter, yet you knew him. His title, at least, but it was enough to warrant his suspicion. His eyes flew to the corpse on the floor, and he grumbled some more as he thought about your final words to him. Would there be a next time? He certainly hoped not.

Nicholas' hopes were crushed the second he saw you in the bar. You sat away from the other patrons and nursed your beverage, your gaze down on the table before it picked up and landed on him, as if feeling his presence in the establishment. The man huffed and ordered a drink before he came to your table and slid into the seat across from you with ease. "Next time came too early," he said.

"It's only been a month since our parting." Your cold eyes stared at him, and he had to look away to escape the unease that would slowly build itself if he stared into them.

"A month too soon."

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink and keeping your eyes glued on him. "I assume you're on a break?" He turned back to you and raised a brow. "Or do you have a new job to do?" The expressionless face you had unnerved him, but he held himself together. Ever since that first meeting and you having apprehended him faster than his brain could comprehend the situation, well, it may has put a bit of fear in him.

"Break," he said, which was true to an extent. He had gone on his own after that night, no longer wishing to be part of the group that made him nothing more than a hunting dog for its deserters. Though a small part of him, which he refused to believe, wanted to seek you out for some reason. He found you mysterious and a force to be reckoned with, but he really just wanted to know who you were and how you even knew who he was. Or used to be. "Until something else catches my eye."

You hummed, again, not being one for this much small talk. The two of you soon sat in silence, sipping your beverages and seemingly enjoying the company of one another until it was time to depart. "Until next time, Punisher," you said, rising from your seat to leave.

"Wait," he called out, causing you to stop and turn around to face him. His brows were furrowed as he stared directly at you. "You still never said who you are. It's not fair to know me when I don't know you."

He watched you blink at him before turning away. "You'll find out soon enough." With that, you left, and he grumbled at the vagueness of your words. They only made him more puzzled than the previous encounter. With a sigh, Nicholas downed the rest of his drink, paid the bartender, and left. He hoped that the next time you meet again would arrive a little faster this time around.

His wish was well received, because the next time he saw you wasn't long after that. Though the circumstances of this next meeting could have been a little better, as whatever altercation you were swept up in with raiders also threw him into the mix. He could have been angry about the situation, however, one of them called you "Reaper", and stated you were well known in the underground world for being the bounty hunter that "reaped souls."

Nicholas thought back to your parting words at the bar and didn't even try to hide the smirk that his lips twisted into, now realizing what you meant by him finding out sooner or later. He now knew more about you, which was all he wanted for now. The only other thing he wished to know about was how you knew who he was. Though that was something that would have to wait for later.

"You can fight, right?" Your question had him cock his head at you. Of course he knew how to fight. When you turned and saw his look, you simply blinked. "I've only seen you play, not kill." The stoic expression on your face unnerved him, but he was mostly used to it now.

Nicholas grumbled under his breath as he flipped his firearm around, gaining better handling on it. "I didn't make it this far by just playing, y'know." Your face remained the same, and he watched as you turned when a raider came at you with their makeshift weapon. The way in which your scythe was raised to counter the attack was done so effortlessly, almost as if you weren't even trying to deflect it. He scoffed at the visible hypocrisy.

Though his thoughts on the matter were quickly shut down by the screams that followed shortly after, the curved blade of your weapon having removed the raider's arm from their body. The others of their group watched in horror as their comrade was quickly finished off, their head soon removed after their arm. Some set their sights on you while the others came after Nicholas, weapons drawn and anger glinting in their eyes.

The undertaker growled as he fired his weapon, the bullets hitting their targets with ease from close range. Though one managed to slip past and he felt a familiar sensation shoot up his leg. He had been shot. One measly bullet wasn't enough to keep him down, though, and Nicholas trudged on, trying his best to endure the pain that now began to affect the rest of his body. The constant burning sensation that swirled within him had him groaning in pain, yet he still continued firing at the remaining raiders. He wasn't about to let this do him in, or so he thought.

It only took a second. One little second for the pain to cause him to slip up and allow one enemy to get the upper hand. His jaw clenched as he felt a new burning sensation in his shoulder, causing him to falter and soon collapse to the ground. He tried reaching for his weapon, only to let out a groan as the raider stepped on his hand, the heel of their shoe twisting it into the floor. "You fucker," he growled, eyes glaring daggers at the enemy that stood over him.

"Watch it," they hissed, "or else--"

The raider was cut short from finishing their sentence as their eyes caught the glint of a blade, and you were the last thing they saw as your scythe sliced across their middle, cutting them in half. Their top half fell to the side while their lower fell backwards, releasing Nicholas' hand. He strained himself to look up and meet your gaze, only for his vision to blur out before fading to black.

It was dark out by the time he began to stir awake, causing you to glance over at him from your seat by the fire. "You pulled through," you started, "I suppose you're tougher than you look." Nicholas chuckled at your words and tried to sit up from his spot on the ground, only to wince and groan as a slight pain shot up his body. "I advise you to take it slowly. The bullet in your leg was easier to pull out than the one in your shoulder."

"Thanks," he mumbled, eyes glancing over at your seated self, "but why?" You remained stoic as you continued staring at him. "It's not like you had a reason to save me."

Your eyes closed as you turned away and reopened them, now staring at the flames before you. "Some souls are worth saving." It was all you said, but it was enough to get the point across to him.

"Y'know," he started, groaning as he sat himself up some more, "I owe you for saving me, Reaper."

"It's (Y/n)," you told him, "not Reaper. That's what the criminals call me." He hummed and you turned towards him. "Just as they call you the Punisher."

Now he knew the reason as to why you knew him. "Yeah, well, I still owe you. Lucky for you, I'm on a break, or was."

You blinked at him. "Was?" You questioned, and he didn't try to hide the smirk on his face. You easily put two and two together. "Are you trying to propose that we travel together?" He gave a slow nod, and for the first time ever, he saw your lips curl into a soft, yet fleeting, smile. Despite not staying for long, he still saw it. "I certainly don't mind it, Punisher."

"Nicholas," he said, "name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

"Nicholas, huh?" You tilted your head at him and lowered your eyes. "You certainly look like a Nicholas." His cheeks puffed up and he grumbled, to which you went back to looking at the fire. Traveling with you in exchange for saving his life seemed like a proper form of payment, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't part of your little plan, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't suggest it on purpose.

You were the reaper of damned souls, yet his was an exception. A delicious exception.

[bwaveq]

do u do ..request?

just some reassuring vash and wolfwood if u want like the reader is really down

if u want of course

OMGOMG YOU’RE MY FIRST REQUESTER, and i just started writing things like this only recently kinda so im still new but im down to write this just for you :))

I’m already writing this down fr so it should come out soon 🦾🦾

[houndslayr]

𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

|| Ｍ．ｌｉｓｔ || Ｒｕｌｅｓ || Ｎａｖｉ.||

Request for this fandom: Open

Specific rules for this fandom: No plantcest (vashxknives)

Updated: 5/3/22

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔙𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔡𝔢;

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰;

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☆TRIGUN MASTERLIST☆

[x - romantic]

[& - platonic]

GENERAL

Dating! (x gn!reader) [#4 in queue]

VASH THE STAMPEDE

Coming soon...

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NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD

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Drabble #2 (x gn!reader)

I'll add more characters soon!

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Fandom(s): Trigun Stampede

Pairing(s): Vash the Stampede x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst, Reader is Short, Use of Various Nicknames (mayfly, half-pint, shorty, etc.)

Notes: I’m still very new to the Trigun Stampede fandom. So please forgive me if I get anything wrong!

ALSO, YES, I’M STEALING THE TITLE FROM COCO

PART TWO HERE

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When you opened your eyes, you scared the poor nurse checking your vitals.

Your eyes flew open, and you gasped for air. The nurse screams and pushes a button as you pass back into unconsciousness.

When you wake up again, there’s a doctor in a white lab coat writing something on a clipboard when he notices you looking around.

“Ah, so you’re awake then?” He says kindly, and you mumble something incoherent. Your throat is as dry as the desert outside, and you can’t quite remember where you are.

The doctor seems to realize something and chuckles to himself.

“Right, you’d probably want some answers, yes?” You nod silently, not entirely trusting yourself to speak just yet. 

“You’re in the hospital. Your friends brought you here after a nasty hit to the head. You fractured your skull, but it’s healing nicely thus far.”

A fractured skull? 

“Wouldn’t that kill me?” At this, the doctor shakes his head,

“Humans have existed for centuries and dealt with injuries far worse than this one. You’ll be fine.”

“How long was I out for?” You can’t help but ask, almost scared of the answer. The doctor checks your clipboard at the end of your bed and flips a couple of pages. 

“Looks like you were out for about a week, give or take a day or two.” He says casually, and you swallow thickly. 

The doctor notices your brief panic and puts the clipboard down to touch your shoulder, 

“You’re fine. You shouldn’t have any long-term effects from your injury.” He reassures you, and your shoulders sag in relief. If he said everything was okay, you had no reason to be alarmed. You nod with a tight smile, and the doctor seems to have remembered something. 

“Your friends are waiting outside. Would you like me to bring them in?” He asks, and you pause for a brief moment before nodding. 

“Yes, please.” You say, and he smiles from under his mustache, 

“We’ll bring them in one at a time so you aren’t overwhelmed. They are a bit of a rowdy bunch.”

Things go horribly wrong when someone you don’t recognize comes in. 

He’s tall, with floppy blond hair and eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He has an odd-looking prosthetic arm and is dressed in a crimson coat over all black. He looks incredibly relieved to see you. So relieved, in fact, that he all but sprints to your side, leans down, and kisses you on the mouth desperately. 

He tastes like tears and anguish. Like he never expected you to wake up. All of that was well and good, except for the fact that you didn’t know who this was. 

So you push him away, eyes wide, and your shoulders tensing. Confusion colors his features. 

“Mayfly—” You cut him off. 

“I’m sorry… Who are you?”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Because it looked like you had just shattered this man’s heart. Like you ripped out his heart and stomped on it. The light in his gaze died, and he almost crumpled to the floor. He slumped into a chair in shock. 

“Mayfly?” He all but whimpered, and you frowned. 

“That’s not my name.” Just then, before you can say anything else, the doctor came back in. 

“Are you ready for the next person?” He asked, and you nodded. 

Anything to get your mind off of the poor blond in front of you. 

Luckily, you recognize the next person that comes through the door. 

“Nicky!” You cheer when you recognize the face of Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He grins and ruffles your hair as gently as he can manage. His Punisher is nowhere to be found. Maybe it’s on the van? 

“You had us worried there, Half-Pint.” He teases, and you bat his hand away, but you’re grinning. 

“You remember him?” Comes a soft voice and you turn to see the blond man again. If possible, he looks like he’s even more heartbroken and upset than before. 

He’s acting like you keep stabbing him in the back with every word out of your mouth. And for whatever reason, your heart aches for him. 

Nicholas seems to notice the tension between you two and frowns, 

“What, you having a lover’s spat or something?” He asks, and now you frown, 

“I don’t even know who he is.” You say quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. 

“The hell do you mean? You two can’t keep your hands off each other.” He demands and flicks your forehead. You wince and swat his hand away. 

“I mean, I’ve never seen this man in my life!”

The next two people tumble into your hospital room, and you flinch at the noise. Your name blubbers from Meryl Stryfe’s lips, and she throws herself onto your bed and wraps her arms around you tightly. Roberto de Niro follows slowly behind, offering you a toast of sorts with his flask. 

“I thought you’d never wake up!” Meryl cries, and you pat the short girl’s head,

“You can’t keep me down forever, Meryl, you know that.” You tease, and she looks up at you, wiping tears from her eyes. A wobbly smile crosses her face as the doctor comes back in. 

You are discharged the next day. But not before the doctor has some parting words for you. After mentioning the whole “not recognizing the blond man whose name was apparently Vash” thing, he ran some tests. He diagnosed you with “systematized amnesia,” which was apparently where you could lose all memories of a single person or event. 

Huh… The brain was a funny thing…

Meryl is babbling about what you missed during your coma. 

“Vash rarely left your side, you know!” She chirps, and you glance sidelong at Vash, who is avoiding your gaze. You sit on the left side of the van, with Nicholas stuck in the middle and Vash on the opposite side. Apparently, you used to sit next to Vash, but after everything that happened after you woke up, you weren’t comfortable with it. 

Nicholas is less than pleased. 

“You better get your memories back soon, shorty.” He says before he clambers back into the van after a rest stop. His expression was angry, but you know by how he holds his shoulders and his words that he’s worried about you. He is so concerned, in fact, that he doesn’t complain otherwise. 

You jolt and see Meryl looking at you in the rearview mirror, concern etched across her features, and realize that you never replied. You offer her an awkward smile but don’t say anything. 

If possible, Vash sinks into his coat even more as if trying to disappear. 

It’s cold in the deserts of No Man’s Land during the evenings. You can feel the temperature dropping as you build a small fire. Usually, fires would be dangerous, especially with bandits roaming these parts but it was cold enough to risk it. So, to mitigate the risk, you parked the van against an alcove of rocks and built a fire just at the mouth of the little cave. 

Everyone is snoozing in their sleeping bags while you keep watch when you’re approached by Vash. 

Perhaps approached isn’t the right word. Vash more or less sits an appropriate distance away from you, arms around his knees.

It’s quiet. 

Almost awkwardly so. 

The tension between you two is so thick that you’re fairly certain you could slice through it with a knife.

Until…

“I’m sorry.” You blurt, unable to take the silence and his quick little glances when he thinks you aren’t looking. You can’t take the heartbreak in this man’s eyes. The eyes of someone you feel like you should know but are entirely unfamiliar to you.

But something in your heart yearns for him.

Vash looks at you, uncertainty playing across his face. You look away when his gaze meets yours and down at your fingers. 

“I’m just—I’m sorry for all of this… For not being able to remember… I want to! I do! I promise! But—”

“Mayfly,” He says gently, and you look up to see him staring with something unreadable in those beautiful blue eyes hidden behind orange glasses. He doesn’t scoot closer, almost like he’s not allowing himself to. But he still continues on, “It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I should’ve made you stay behind. Then maybe—”

Not it’s your turn to cut him off. 

“I’m going to stop you right there. If we really were together, then you know I wouldn’t have sat idly by.” You say sourly, and he huffs out a little laugh.

“You’re right… I should’ve remembered that…” He mumbles, and you smile,

“Looks like I’m not the only one losing my marbles.” You tease. His eyes darken again, and he looks to the dying fire. 

Whoops… Wrong thing to say… 

You sigh and look out at the desert. Well… You look out at what you can see with the van in the way.

“I can see how much this hurts you. I’m so, so sorry I can’t remember.” You whisper, twisting your hands this way and that as you wrack your brain, trying to remember something about this blond man who seemed to love you so much.

Only to end up with a headache and not much else. 

A thump on your head causes you to flinch and look up. 

Nicholas stares down at you with tired eyes. 

“Time for you to go to bed, runt. ‘s my turn to keep watch.” He says with a yawn before glaring pointedly at Vash, who sits ramrod straight when he notices the look. “And you need rest, too, blondie.” He scolds, and you roll your eyes,

“Yes, mom.” You say in jest, and he just ruffles your hair while fishing a cigarette from his jacket pocket. 

But you relent, standing and wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself as you leave the comfort of the fire. The cold sets in soon after, and you snuggle into your sleeping bag as quickly as you can manage. You hear Vash do the same, but his breathing doesn’t deepen, nor does it slow. 

He’s awake, just like you.

At least… Until you fall asleep. 

You dream of a soft caress, gentle lips against yours, and the most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen. 

And you awake feeling confused. 

[aimfor-theheart]

cielo,, how does nico react to you shifting around in his lap when you're in public w friends,, if you'd have any ideas,,,

of course i have ideas anon. of course. pls enjoy 💗

pairing: nicholas d. wolfwood x gender neutral reader

cw: sweetheart pet name used, flirting…suggestive…

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the night is young and warm and hazy—the moon is a shy curve in the sky, glowing beneath thin clouds that amble by. the stars are dancing and bright, like girls in the night, heavendrunk and giddy.

on the patio of an old dive bar in the middle of nowhere, you sit in nicholas’ lap.

vash and meryl and milly are around the table. their drinks are almost empty—you’re just shy of finishing your own. the card game has just begun. some old one vash likes to play and milly claims she used to play with all her siblings. nicholas knows it because—well, when doesn’t he know a card game?

you and meryl are new to it but meryl has that determined little furrow to her brow. she’s set her jaw. she wants to win.

but you’re in nico’s lap, sitting pretty with your bare legs thrown over his. one arm looped around his neck so you can lean back into him and look at his hand of cards. he claims he’s tryin’ to teach you.

you haven’t been paying enough attention.

it’s a rare night that you really indulge in displays of affection this large, especially around the group, but you’re all a little tipsy and soft-hearted and there had only been four chairs around the table. they’d all taken their seat and nico, without missing a beat, had pulled you right in to his lap. fit you snug against him.

meryl hadn’t even said a peep about it, who usually complains if you get a little overly affectionate in front of her. instead, she’d just kept chatting away to you like nothing had ever happened. like you weren’t perched in nick’s lap with one of his arms looped around your waist.

vash eyes you a little funny from time to time—staring a little too long at you or nico. you catch him once glancing down to nico’s hands on the curve of your waist or softness of your thighs.

you don’t really mind.

“alright, sweetheart, let’s see what we got.” nico says to you, leaning back in his chair so no one can see his cards except you, nestled close to him.

you lay your head against his sternum to look, tucking beneath his chin. his arms are looped around you to fan the cards out for the two of you to see.

seems like a good hand to you—two queens, a jack, and a ten. you don’t say a peep, though, and you feel nico sigh beneath you. he nudges his nose to your temple absentmindedly.

he smells like the faded cologne he wears—grisalva and amber and leather. and a little like the sun, after a long day beneath it. bourbon on his breath. tobacco.

you nuzzle into him—you forget yourself for a moment. you have half a mind to dot little kisses against his jaw, maybe a little nip of your teeth—

“what card should we put down?” he murmurs, voice rumbling and low. you can feel it vibrate in his chest.

you squirm a little and sluggishly return your focus to the cards.

you eye them. then eye the card meryl put down.

you tap one of the queens.

“good call,” he says and leans forward, jostling you a little to put it down on the table.

“damn,” vash says and he’s got a flush on his face. you think it’s from the drink—he’s got the same drink as nico. something strong and stiff—milly does, too. she likes to keep up with the boys. “i’ve got a shit hand.” he laughs, nudging down a four.

you and meryl have something a little sweeter—peach and honey and liquor.

you don’t really know how the game is going.

when the round is over and nico throws down his cards, the table groans.

“i really thought i had him!” meryl cries.

“you’ll get him next time, meryl!” milly encourages, sliding the cards into her hands, collecting them all.

“hard to beat him this round.” vash agrees, looking at you.

with nico’s hands free, he squeezes your thigh, your waist. “got my lucky charm right here.”

vash’s eyes flicker. you squirm. vash quickly takes a sip of his drink, averting his attention.

“meryl, if you want, i can start cheatin’ for you.”

nico bounces his knees a little, jostling you, “you’d betray me like that?”

he hitches his chin over your shoulder to rub his stubbly cheek against your own. you can’t help but laugh a little, the soft, high way you do when it’s just you and nico. giggly and sweet.

“you always win card games.” you reply, “i’m rooting for meryl this time.”

he nudges his nose against your jaw and—

you wanna kiss him. you wanna turn in his arms and straddle his waist and you wanna—

your hips shift a little. his hand squeezes your thigh. maybe in warning.

“while i appreciate the support, i need to win fair and square.” meryl announces and the flush in her face, all rosy, is certainly from the drink. she hardly pays you or nico any mind.

“atta girl, meryl!” milly says, beginning to deal the cards again.

nico’s got his arms around you again to hold up the cards. you’re not really thinking of much except that he’s so big and solid beneath you and you wish his hands would do something else than hold some cards.

he has some rings on his fingers and you eye them.

you squirm again, imagining those fingers between your legs or in your mouth or—

this time, he rumbles in your ear, low and soft and just for you, “sit still.”

which only makes you want to move more.

he hums as he looks at his cards.

you have half a mind to purr, to wrap your arms around him and just melt into his embrace, let him have you whatever way he wants. and though nico can be a brute, he tries not to react to the way you shift again.

the game unfolds.

you try to stay patient but it’s proving difficult.

your hips shift fractionally, an aborted little rock, and you feel—

you feel that he’s hard and.

heat rushes through you, cracks through you like a lightning strike to an old, dry tree. and—

and you want more.

“how much longer until the game is over?” you try for casualness. nico huffs.

“probably a half hour or so,” milly says and then she looks dead at you and asks very cheerfully, “why? in a rush?”

vash coughs into his drink.

you feel heat rush to your face. “no!” you reply quickly, “i’m just gettin’ tired.”

“poor baby,” meryl mocks, “i better hurry up and win then.”

nico remains strangely silent. but when you shift again, he grabs your waist tight. he stills you. he doesn’t let you move like that again.

he finishes his drink—he tosses down his cards.

meryl shouts, cheering. she’s won finally and with it, the whole game.

“good play, stryfe.” nico grunts, “you caught on fast.”

“that’s what i do!” she boasts, clinking her glass with milly���s, then vash’s. then yours.

“and now you’re free to go—“ meryl looks at the pair of you and she flusters a little finally, “uh—sleep.”

vash laughs and milly chimes in, “beauty rest is important, after all.”

“yeah, yeah,” nico waves them off, “i need a smoke. and to sleep.” he says, more to you, as he urges you up with a little tap to your thigh. you hop up.

you bid your friends goodnight, downing the rest of your drink, before skipping a little to catch up to nico. the moment you’re beside him, his big hand comes down on the nape of your neck, and he pulls you in close.

you cozy up to him.

“you think you’re cute?” nico asks, leaning down a little, “squirming in my lap the whole damn night?”

“couldn’t help it,” you try to shrug, smiling up at him with a little too much innocence, “was feeling antsy.”

“you’re a brat.” he says, “you need better manners, sweetheart. i was enjoying myself.”

“oh i know,” you say, “i felt that—“

he swats your bottom and you yelp his name, scandalized and quickly glancing behind you to see if anyone saw. no one in sight. he guides you back to your room.

“maybe i’ll teach you some, huh?” he asks but he’s not really asking. you feel warmth hit your face. you peak up at him.

he squeezes the nape of your neck as his dark eyes find yours.

a fissure of heat, like lightning bursting across the sky.

“maybe a lesson in patience.” he says and though his tone is light, you hear the barb in it somewhere, catch the flash of his teeth when he smiles at you.

your stomach flips.

you have a feeling you’re in for a long night.

[bendycxmet]

Pent-Up—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Summary: Wolfwood has been waiting for you all day. Plus, he's horny.

Pairing: gn!reader x Wolfwood

Content: smut (18+ MDNI), oral (reader receiving), maybe a lil nasty if you count not showering immediately when you get home, dry humping, desperation, wolfwood is horny and a lil dirty pervert, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible

with a heavy sigh, you shoulder your way into your and Wolfwood's apartment. the door shuts noisily behind you as you collapse your whole weight against it, alerting your boyfriend to your late arrival from work. wherever he is.

you groan, upset he's nowhere to be seen. you really needed a hug from him. immediately.

you throw your bag onto the ground, relieving yourself of some of the heavy burden that's been on your shoulders since leaving your workplace. toeing off your shoes, you make your way into the kitchen to look for a much needed snack.

"wolfwood??" no response.

"wolfie~?" you start to tease, knowing he despises but secretly loves your nicknames for him.

"...woowoo?" you try one last time. that's definitely gonna get him to you.

closing the fridge, you peek around to the hallway, finally noting the doors are all closed. is he not home?

you're quickly proven wrong, the door to your shared bedroom flying open, steam flowing to the ceiling from the bathroom off to the side. Wolfwood stands in the doorway, a surprised look on his face.

"wolfwood! i knew that last one would get you. sorry i got home so late. busy day yanno. did you just take a shower? a bit late isn't it?" you remark to him, turning your eyes back to the kitchen, navigating your snack options.

"how-" he clears his throat. "how was your day darling?" he breathily asks.

you look towards him, eyebrow raised. you take in his appearance, from his heaving chest, to his hand gripping the doorframe, and finally to his boxers. he's only in his boxers, a tent evident in the front.

"uh, it's not that important. it's whatever. are you ok?"

he growls at you, taking steps towards where you stand in the kitchen, grabbing at your hands.

"I've been alone all day, missing my sweetheart, and the first conversation we have, they won't even tell me about their day? the day that's kept them so busy... away from me?"

you gulp at the gravelly tone he's speaking with.

"Wolfie... what's gotten into you?"

"oh honey, a guy has needs. and today, i was feeling a little... abandoned. with my issue down there." he moves your hand to cup him, gasping when you feel how hard he is. he's been pent up for hours.

he moans, squeezing his eyes as he pushes your hand away. "I've missed you too much." he sinks to his knees, hands wrapping around your hips to keep you in place.

"wolf-" your knees buckle slightly when he noses your crotch. "wolfwood! wait! i haven't had the chance to shower! I'm all sweaty and gross." you whine.

his chuckle vibrates into your pelvis.

"when I asked you about your day, i want to know about all of it." you shudder at his implications, hand shooting out to grip the counter as he grabs your bottoms, pushing down both your underwear and pants.

your other hand knots itself into his dark waves when you feel his hot breath hit you. a deep groan rumbles through him.

"yeah you better hold on tight baby. I've been waiting for this all day. not even a hot shower could clear my head of you."

with that, he dives in, desperately sucking in a mouthful of you. you cry out, your fingers tightening in his hair. he puts his tongue to work, licking you vigorously.

you pry your eyes open, haze settling over you as pleasure courses through every nerve ending. you wanted to see what was down below you, rarely seeing wolfwood on his knees for you.

maybe you could die happy in that moment, knowing wolfwood would always worship you like this.

a long lick up your most intimate area causes you to hiss, your body stepping backwards to get away from the overwhelming sensation. wolfwood doesn't like that.

he pulls away, an angry downturn in his eyebrows. he wraps his large hands further around you waist and pushes you against the fridge. now there was no space left for you to shy away from his affections. his hand snaps against your backside, causing you to yelp.

"stay." he demands, a finality layering his command.

wolfwood returns to you with newfound determination. perhaps as punishment for keeping him waiting so long today. his hands comes backto your backside, squeezing, humming his appreciation of the nectar that flows from between your legs. you whimper, feeling your lower stomach beginning to burn, signaling the end. he brings his hips closer to your leg. you feel the wetness of his pants, the twitching of his cock. so he was getting off to this. what a pervert.

you give him some relief, pushing your leg harshly against his cock. he moans his thanks into you, hips moving against you.

"baby, i won't last much longer," you manage to get out between stuttering breaths, his tongue making it hard to concentrate on the sentences formulating in your head.

he hums, knowing exactly what'll get you to your peak. his hands move to play with you, stroking you gently, the opposite of how his tongue was treating you. your hips begin to buck, breath hitching as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"wolfwood-!"

his lips suddenly reach your most sensitive spot, lips wrapping and sucking harshly around the area. you moan loudly into the kitchen, body rigid as your orgasm courses through you. the fog in your brain clears just enough for you to catch the hitch in wolfwoods panting, hips pressing roughly into your leg. your knees shake, threatening to take you to the ground.

wolfwood of course would never let that happen. he grabs you, pulling you down to his level, letting you catch your breath against his shoulder. he pets your hair, kissing the side of your face.

"so rough day huh?"

"you have no idea." you reach your hand down to graze your fingers against the incredibly wet spot on his boxers. "looks like I wasnt the only one having it rough."

he laughs roughly, pulling you up until you're standing.

"let's just call it a tie. shower?"

"never without you~" you peck his cheek, pulling him towards the bathroom.

masterlist

divider by saradika

a/n: look i just remembered someone talking about their fav eating them out pre shower and I immediately thought of wolfwood. that man can get down and dirty. also this is written so late at night for me so forgive me for any errors. i need to go to bed

[silentwhispofhope]

*Limping to your request box* I MISSED YOU AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA FILLED WITH FLUFF!! Is it okay to request?

💞[Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU]✍️ 🖌️ - Reader is an artist and constantly draws many art in their skin because it's just so satisfying! Their soulmate Vash feels appreciated, in love, and beautiful whenever Reader's drawing appear on his skin. Their art just gives him a reason to love his skin despite skin scars 🥺 🖋️ - Reader does calligraphy, and they sometimes quote the bible doing it cause why not? Soulmate Wolfwood just looks with a soft, maybe teasing smile as he sees his soulmate's work. 😎 📜 - Reader is a poet and they randomly have ideas and prompt all throughout the day, so they grab a pen and start writing all the poetry from their head. Soulmate Knives who's intellectual and curious admires whenever his soulmate's writing appear on his skin, he just covers it from others eyes because pest don't deserve to see this beauty. 🌱

YOU CAN PICK TWO OUT OF THE THREE!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE MY FRIEND!!! 😍💝💌

- Sugar Plum Anon 💟

A/N: Just for you Sugar Plum Anon, I’ll do all three <3 I do hope you’re alright though! Please do stay safe! Since I’m doing all three, I hope you’re alright with headcanons instead of normal lil’ one shots. :)

Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU Headcanons

Vash

He was absolutely scared out of his mind when he first saw the ink appear on his skin. He even went as far as to try to scrub his skin raw, and the ink was still fresh as ever. Poor blondie is wondering how the hell something like this is happening.

Meanwhile, you’re doodling like there’s no tomorrow with your ballpoint pen, tracing the outlines of your veins and doodling smiling faces.

Over time, Vash learns to just accept the random appearance and disappearance of drawings across his body. At the end of the day, it’s like a fun little game to see what’s been sketched on him underneath his turtle neck.

It takes a while for Vash to realize that it’s his soulmate doodles appearing on his skin. Warmth floods his heart each time he thinks of this, causing him to lovely trace the marks across his own skin.

He would laugh sometimes at the sudden ink smear appearing on his skin before new sketch marks appeared, your work hypnotizing him. He especially loved when you used different colors, almost painting his skin like a canvas. Eventually, he makes the move to respond.

So imagine your surprise when you find a poorly drawn flower appear on your skin. Ensue the same panic Vash experienced when you remembered you didn’t draw that.

Wolfwood

Scrubbing his skin did nothing. Seeing the scripture on his forearm made him wonder if he had perhaps gotten too drunk the night before and had gotten a tattoo.

The fancy calligraphy was choice, especially with that proverb. For the lips of the adulterous woman drop honey, and her speech is smoother than oil. Wolfwood decided that there could be worse things etched into his skin from that old religion.

You, on the other hand, were giggling to yourself. Oh, the irony of something appearing to beautiful but naughty. A snort escapes from one of your nearby friends.

He didn’t put anymore thought into it until the next day when the ink disappeared. Lowkey, thought he was super dehydrated for him to imagine that, but nope, even after drinking tons of water, the ink was no longer on his skin.

Cue some praying. He nearly has a heart attack when more ink appears on his skin. He has to go back to the orphanage and ask the elders for help on understanding the situation. Turns out it’s a soulmate thing, one which they didn’t even bother to mention until now.

Overtime, he appreciates the calligraphy he appears on his skin, particularly when new motifs appear. Wolfwood liked seeing you test new things and watch as the ink appear on his skin.

However, he was very glad to wear long sleeves when you would write down a particularly dirty proverb like 5:19. He would always end up blushing a bright red like a tomato, a huge contrast to his normal, stoic personality.

Imagine, your surprise when you notice fresh ink on your skin. For your ways are in the full view of the LORD in basic script.

Knives

He almost didn’t see the script appear on his arms, the ink nearly blending into his suit and pale skin. His fingers traced the letters he could make out. Knives immediately knew what this meant, it was his soulmate reaching out- most likely not knowing what was happening.

He tried to ignore it the best he could and kept himself covered with his cloak. Having someone would just drag him down, make it harder to reach his goal of eradicating humanity. However, his curiosity got the best of him.

Taking another look, the bleach blond quickly recognized the letters as chords with their denoted accidentals. Luckily for him, he new how to play. It was child’s play, really.

Meanwhile, your trying to understand how to play different songs only by listening too them. You were too stubborn to look them up, very confident in your ability.

And so it became a pattern for him to decipher your song you had written on his arm. He would spend hours playing the piano, watching the notes on his arm be crossed out and replaced. The composition rarely stayed imprinted on his skin for longer than a day.

Often, Knives would see lyrics being written with the chords. A little artist are we now? His small joke to himself caused a small smile. He would end up humming them, his low voice cutting through the air. It was for the sake of rhythm, he told himself.

Imagine your surprise when you saw a new. mark you knew you hadn’t inscribed into your skin, a word marked out for another.

[mediocreanomaly]

Oooh uncanny Vash! Yes! May we have hsfw hc with him?

Authors Note: I'm so sorry I turned this into a drabble instead of a HC list- if you guys still want general HC's lmk and I'll write it but hit with inspiration after a week of writers block. oh uh also no beta (we die like wolfwood?)

*Gender neutral reader but AFAB anatomy used. Inhuman genitalia, general uncanny bf stuff*

Uncanny Vash x Reader NSFW Drabble

Vash swallows, he knows you can see how hard he's staring. He couldn't count how many times you'd playfully shoved his face away with a smile on your lips.

"You know the reflection of your eyes give you away every time" you'd tease.

You don't laugh right now, not when your laying in front of him on the bed in nothing but your underwear, watching him through hooded eyes. God you'd be the death of him he was sure of it.

"Vash?" your voice is velvety with need "I want you"

He makes a high pitched keen at that, the two of you had been talking about tonight for awhile but he was still a bit apprehensive. You knew about his less than human traits and you loved him anyways. You never pulled away when his too long fingers laced with your own nor did you flinch when his body made noises it probably shouldn't. This was different though, he didn't want to hurt you, didn't want to be the cause of anything but your pleasure.

You watch as Vash's iris dilate watching you intently, he could see better than any human could in the dark something he was currently using to his advantage. Yet despite the longing look on his face he doesn't move, just lets his fingers flex and unflex at his sides as if it's causing him physical pain to not be touching you. That won't do at all. You reach out gingerly and take his hand in your own. His skin is cool to the touch, it's honestly a bit refreshing considering how obnoxiously warm all of Gunsmoke is. Although his fingers would feel better other places.

"You won't hurt me Vash, I trust you" and you do, more than you probably should.

Vash's breathing stutters and another whine bubbles up from somewhere in his chest.

"Mayfly...what if I go too far? What if I-"

"You won't" you interrupt. "And we have a safe word remember? Even if something happened I'd just say donuts! and we'd be done"

He weakly smiles at that, the silliness of the word easing a bit of the anxiety that's surrounding him but you can tell he needs a bit more convincing. You move forward and run a hand under his shirt, tracing out the scars the litter his body. He shivers and you can hear the creaking of his limbs as he leans forward.

"Mayfly..."

Whatever he was going to say dies on his lips as you push his shirt up and litter kisses along his abdomen trailing down his blonde happy trail lower and lower until you stop right above the sweat pants he has on, luckily he was smart enough to have changed out of the ridiculous leather outfit for tonight...not that it didn't look good on him.

Vash can feel his will power slipping away, he should be stronger than this but he's not. You've barely even touched him and his mind is going fuzzy with thoughts of you being bare under him.

"Vash?"

He glances down at you, the room suddenly feeling too hot, he blinks lazily and you get of glimpse of his extra eyelid clearing his eyes.

"I need you" you let your breath fan his hip and have to rub your thighs together when a low growl rips though Vash.

He drags you up further on the bed and you feel his body straightening out. Vash is already tall, but he has a habit of hunching so humans don't realize how tall he really is. You can hear the snap and groan of bones as he hovers over your body, seven feet at least if not more.

His hands roam over your body cool skin making you shiver as he pulls your underwear away to expose you fully. Any protest about you being the only one bare are fully interrupted when Vash makes an eager chirp noise. He opens his mouth revealing a row of razer sharp teeth and is it sick that only makes you more aroused?

An abnormally long tongue darts out of his mouth to drag across your aching sex. You whine throwing your head back as Vash eats you out, moaning when the thick muscle presses against your puffy walls. It reaches deep inside you, Vash seems fixed on mapping you out, exploring every part of your body he can. You mewl which causes drawn out clicks from the man- or plant between your legs.

He pulls his head back and you make a soft protest at the loss but it doesn't last long. Vash focuses his tongue on your aching clit as two fingers move to replace the empty space his tongue left. You cry out, thanking every god you can think of that Vash's fingers are longer than most, or at least certainly longer than any normal persons ought to be as he curls against a spot that makes you see stars.

"Mayfly please, need to taste you" he begs proving his point by burying his face back between your legs, assaulting your bundle of nerves.

You shudder as you cum, burying a hand in the mess of blonde hair that's adamant on taking you apart. It's almost comical when Vash looks up at you. Eye's so dilated there's almost no white or blue to be seen, mouth lulled open too far, putting his teeth and serpent like tongue on full display, faint feathers already beginning to peak out along his cheeks. Something probably meant to be an apex predator watching you as your own release drips off his face.

Vash makes a trill noise and crawls on top of you, long limbs framing your form as he leans down to kiss you. You can taste yourself when he presses his tongue into your mouth, you reach up to card your hand along his under cut rewarding you with as purr as his chest rumbles against your own. Speaking of which, you lazily peak your eyes open to see he's undressed, when did he even do that?

He pulls away to look between the two of you and you finally see Vash fully. Something akin to flower petals sit between his legs, they flare out, thin lines of some sort of bioluminescent slick string from petal to petal. There's a slit nestled among the flower, when something wet begins to protrude from it. It reminds you a bit of a tentacle although it looks smooth and is covered in the same substance at the petals. You tentatively reach down and the member wraps around your hand, it pulses slightly trying to chase release. Vash's chest rumbles with a growl as he buries his head against you neck bucking his hips slightly, an embarrassed keen joining his sounds of pleasure.

"So pretty..." you breathe watching the way Vash's body so eagerly reacts to you.

"Mayfly please- no teasing I can't take it" he whines, although it sounds a bit off like two voices slightly delayed over each other. That was new, what else could Vash do?

You guide Vash to your entrance and he's all but panting, his body creaks and groans as his real form shows through more and more, you can see the bones of his hips and spine jut out against his skin but he seems to out of it to notice, not that you want him to hold back. You want to show Vash he can be himself, that you won't run.

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes widening when he sees your face. You look intoxicating, your cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, eyes hazy with lust. He swears something short circuits in his brain his instincts screaming claim. He can't help it, he jerks his hips forward sinking into you in one motion.

You moan at Vashs sudden movement, he doesn't give you time to recover either, growling and whimpering as he fucks into you.

"a-ah m'sorry Mayfly, can't help my-myself" he whines between noises, you can't respond but you show him your okay by crashing both your lips together, moaning into his mouth which he dutifully swallows down.

His body is vibrating, a deep rumble coming from his chest paired with the sound of something snapping and ripping. Multiple pairs of large white wings sprout from his body reaching up high enough to touch the ceiling. Some of them curve out in pleasure while others wrap around your body as if protecting you from the outside world. Vash's breath catches and he mewls as he thrust before biting down against your neck.

You arch into him and he tightens his grip on your hips, fingers long enough they almost fully wrap around your waist. He makes a cooing noise as he licks up any of the blood beading from the wound soothing it down.

"Mine" he snarls in your ear, you moan squeezing down around him making his wings flex as a needy whine leaves his mouth.

You can feel his cock moving in you, fucking itself even deeper into your wet pussy, it's a bit odd but certainly not unwelcomed especially when you can feel the tip of it's blunt head massage at your womb.

You can hear the bed creak from how rough Vash thrust against you. his body shivers and he makes a shrill noise. His hand flies down to grip at the sheets, you hear it rip he cums with a cry.

It's warm, filling you to the brim and he pumps you full of it. It doesn't seem to stop, continuously leaking out of him as he shows no sign of slowing down.

"May-mayfly cum on me- want to feel it, want you to feel good too"

His movements are desperate and you can feel his own cum frothing at your entrance as he spills into you then fucks it back in. You reach up to claw at his back and he shivers when you touch along where his wings meet flesh. His hand moves between your bodies to press against your clit and it's all it takes to send you over the edge.

You tremble crying out his name as you finish. Vash howls at the feeling burying his face against your neck as he finally spills all he has left into your pussy. You can tell the blanket is soaked from how much Vash came but you're too tired to do much about it but shift slightly out of the wet spot.

The two of you breathe when you hear a small whimper from your boyfriend. His kisses along the bite he left and looks at you teary eyed.

"I'm sorry Mayfly was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" he ask looking you over, you silence his worries with a kiss. He melts into it with a pleased hum, loud purrs starting back up.

"I love you" you stroke your fingers softly over the feathers that still cover his cheek and temples, a happy chirp leaves his lips as he turns to kiss your palm.

"I love you too"

[yurinaa-world]

Characters: Vash and Nicholas x Gender-neutral reader

Synopsis: S/o lays in their lap

Warnings: fluff

Notes: Might make Drabble of this

Vash "The Humanoid Typhoon"

Vash would be a little surprised that you're lying on his lap without a care in the world.

He would ask you if you were really tired you should go sleep somewhere more comfortable instead of on his lap with a soft smile on his face.

The words "What if I want to stay in your lap?" coming out of your mouth would make Vash go a little red in the face.

Lying in his lap in silence with eyes closed and relaxed, before feeling Vash’s flesh fingers play with your hair,

When you fall asleep, he would stay there for a while.

The way you look peaceful when you sleep; when he’s with you, he forgets the pain.

But after a while, he would take you to bed so you wouldn’t have any neck pains after you woke up.

Nicholas D Wolfwood “The Punisher”

When you lay in Nicholas's lap out of nowhere, he would ask, "What the hell are you doing?" but you just grinned at him and ignored him.

He would pinch your cheek and tell you to answer him, and when you gave him the answer, he would smirk.

He would leave you to lay in his lap but then start playing with your hair, teasing you for wanting to lay in his lap (he lives to see you flustered).

He would light a cigarette, but he’ll blow the smoke somewhere else if it’s bothering you.

He loves it when you lie in his lap; he loves the times you fall asleep to him because your face is cutest when you're asleep.

Nicholas would stay still as you slept, looking at your face, being glad to meet and spend moments like this.

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[fruitsoxs]

SOCKS! you can't just throw that at us and not write it. i need this vashwood x reader fic now. I never thought about it and now I can think of nothing else ❤️

ehe okay okay (this is in relation to this post)

pairings; wolfwood x (afab) reader x vash warnings; pure smut, !nsfw minors dni! , little bit of everything, afab reader with gender neutral pronouns,

notes; vashwood x reader has my heart-- anyway wolfwood telling vash how to fuck you. this is longer than i intended it to be

Vash’s touch is so delicate as his metal fingers run down your skin. He trails his hand down to your waist, then back up to your cheek. He’s nervous. You can tell he’s nervous from the way he looks at you as you’re sprawled out on the bed underneath him. He doesn’t know what to do next, or how to keep the mood up. Hsi blue eyes are full of hesitance, and it’s so cute. You pull him down into a kiss, letting your tongue slip in between his lips as he makes small noises of pleasure. He likes kissing. He grips onto your face to keep the kiss going for a little while, only letting you pull away when you tap him softly to let him know you need air. As you part, a bit of spit links your mouth together. His cheeks are red, pupils dilated, and his tongue is sticking out slightly.

What you would give to take control and show him how much you love him. You can’t though. This is not your moment to lead, it’s not his either.

“You can be rougher than that blondie.” Wolfwood huffs from the chair across from you. He’s got a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, and his eyes are on you. He winks and lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re letting ‘em do all the work. You’re supposed to be fucking them, not the other way around. Come on.” he instructs Vash. Vash’s face turns a bit red but he nods. He leans in to kiss you again, this time with more control.

His hands drift back down to your waist and slide up your torso, trailing over the bare skin. You moan against his lips at the cool feeling. His lips detach from yours and trails down your jaw as he reaches around your back to  undo your bra. He struggles with it for a second, but soon enough he’s ripping the fabric from your form, staring down at your bare chest. 

“Don’t just stare. Touch ‘em.” Wolfwood sighs, as though he’s annoyed. You can see him pawing at his clothed erection though. Vash bites his lips and nods, reaching out both hands to squeeze your chest. You gasp at the feeling of his metal hand and he retracts it. “Sorry!” He yelps, eyes wide. “It’s fine Vash. It just surprised me. You can keep going.” you reassure, smiling up at him. He sighs in relief and lets his hands fall back down around you, squeezing at the flesh. “You’re so pretty.” he hums leaning down, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He slowly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it experimentally. Your back arches up as you let out a loud whimper. “There you go. Look at that reaction. Perfect. Keep going.” Wolfwood instructs. 

Vash does as he says, moving his lips to your other nipple. He seems to be a bit more confident now, even going far as to let his fangs dig into your nipple a bit, offering some pain along with that pleasure. It makes you cry out, hands gripping the mattress beneath you. He smirks and does it again, and you all but melt. “V-Vash!” You moan and he pulls away slightly looking up at you. His lips still ghost over the soft skin, his warm breath hitting your hard nipple. The hesitancy from before slowly going away.

He starts trailing kisses down your sternum, then your stomach. All the while his eyes are on yours, gaging your reaction. Your eyes are wide as his lips rest right above your underwear line. He stops for a moment, and looks over at Wolfwood. “Go ahead Blondie.” And that’s all Vash needs to hear before he’s taking the thin fabric off of you. 

He parts your legs and looks down at your wet pussy with red cheeks. He bites his lips, and looks up at you. He’s not sure how to proceed. Wolfwood lets out a dry chuckle. “Just touch. You can tell if they like it by the way their body reacts.” He instructs. Vash slowly trails his hand down up your leg, and softly ghosts it over your cunt. You twitch and let your hips lift to meet his hand, whining for just a bit of friction.

He presses his fingers against your folds and gathers up a bit of your slick, then trails them up to your clit, You gasp and buck your hips again. ��F-Fuck- right there-” you groan. His eyes widen and he starts rubbing the sensitive spot softly. It drives you mad. 

Vash’s touch is so hesitant and sweet. It’s everything you had hoped it would be, but you need more. Wolfwood sees the desperation in your eyes and stands up. He walks over and grabs Vash’s head, which causes the blonde man to let out a choked gasp/moan.  “You wanna eat them out blondie?” Wolfwood asks, tilting Vash’s head up. Vash lets out a soft yes, and before you know it Wolfwood is pushing Vash’s head down between your legs. “Lick.” 

And Vash complies. He licks at your clit softly, almost like a kitten lick at first. When you gasp and moan, his tongue grows more intense. Swiping at the nerve  to draw out those sweet noises. He experiments a bit, trying to figure out what movements get the biggest reaction. “Now, start adding your fingers into the mix. Get em prepped for what’s to come.” Wolfwood’s eyes are on you as you react to what’s happening below you. He seems to enjoy watching you get off on Vash’s tongue. 

You’re given little time to think about that as a finger slips into your pussy. You cry out as your hands fly down to grab onto Vash’s hair. Wolfwood steps back to watch the scene play out. Vash’s fingering is a bit clumsy, but it feels so good. He adds a finger as Wolfwood tells him to, and you feel yourself start to crumble.”F-Fuck- Vash I’m gonna-” You get cut off by him bending his fingers in just the right way. You basically yell out his name as you cum around his fingers. He doesn’t seem to want to stop. He continues to lick and suck at your sensitive bud. “Fuck- Sunshine you taste so good.” he coos. You whimper  and try to pull his head away, overwhelmed after your orgasm. 

“You can do that again some other time. They’re ready for you.” Wolfwood guides him away. 

You’re chets rises up and down as you pant, staring at Vash. He makes eye contact with you, seemingly just now losing all of his confidence. “I-I…” he stutters, his hands on your knees. He takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay.”

You smile softly and sit up, connecting your lips to his. He kisses back. You can hear shuffling to the side. Wolfwood must be sitting down again. There’s no doubt the man is probably looking for a little relief of his own. This moment is all about you and Vash though. You give the blonde a sloppy kiss, drinking in his soft moans. Your fingers trail down to the hem of his shirt, and you slowly pull the fabric up. He tenses, but your reassuring kisses help him ease into the situation. You know he must be insecure right now, but it’s nothing you haven’t already seen. He knows you think he’s beautiful. 

After that you fall back down, leaving him with one last kiss. His hands fly down to his pants, and he starts to push them down. He takes his time, his hands still shaky. Once the pants are off, he lets out a soft sigh. You reach up and trail your hand  up his thigh, and he sucks in a breath. It’s…different. “Beautiful.” You mumble out loud. Not normal, but not in a bad way. He smiles down at you, and grabs your hand. He holds it for a second, before Wolfwood lets out an impatient groan. 

The man is sitting back in the chair, stroking his dick. His eyes are focused on you two, and he seems to be saying “get on with it.” You roll your eyes at the man and look up at Vash. “You ready?” you ask softly. Vash nods. He strokes himself a few times, then slowly presses his cock against you. 

The two of you moan as he gathers up some of your arousal, coating his dick in it. “Good boy. Now remember to take it slow, let them get used to you.” Wolfwood grunts. Vash holds his breath and pushes the head of his dick against your entrance. You let out a soft cry. 

And then he slides it in.

Slowly. He makes sure to keep eye contact with you, watching your reactions. He looks like he’s about to lose it. His eyes are wide, his jaw slack. He’s making little mewls as he slowly pushes himself inside you. It’s a different feeling than you’re used to, and your body trembles as you slowly adapt to it. He bottoms out finally and the both of you are on the verge of tears. It’s almost emotional. “So fucking good.” Wolfwood mumbles from the side, and you clench around Vash. 

“I-I Need to- Sunshine can I please-” Vash chokes out. You nod and whisper out a yes. He begins moving right away, pulling back to salm himself inside you. He hunches over you, and you drape your arms over his shoulder, pulling him against you. Your legs wrap around his torso. His hands rest on either side of your head. He leans his head down, his hair tickling the side of your head.

“Oh, Oh!”     

Each movement makes you want to scream louder and louder as Vash splits you open. He fucks you like it’s destiny. Like he’ll never be able to do it again even. It’s sloppy, and inexperienced, but it feels so good. It’s rushed, but perfect. 

“Just like that, Blondie.” Wolfwood moans from the side. His presence makes it feel all the more dirty. It makes your body heat up. Vash lets out a soft hiss, his movements becoming more sporadic. He’s close, you know he is. Wolfwood knows he is too. “You gonna cum? Gonna cum inside them?” The man asks Vash, who whines and nods. There’s sweat dripping off of his forehead, and his body seems to glow. 

Wolfwood’s words are enough to start pushing you over the edge as well. You claw at Vash desperately, and he quickens his pace. It hits you just right. “Oh my god!” You yell out. “Vash– I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna–”

“Come on Blondie give em what they want–”

Vash whimpers out a soft “Oh”.            

His cock throbs as he cums inside you. You throw your head back and yell out his name as you reach your orgasm too. Your nails dig into his shoulders, Vash groaning as you come on his cock. Beside you, Wolfwood curses and you can only assume the man has reached his end as well. Vash’s movements slow to a stop, and all that’s left is the three of you panting.

When Vash pulls out, you whimper at the loss. He looks down at you and smiles. “I love you.” he mumbles before he drops his head down to give you a soft kiss. You giggle and kiss back. “Love you too.”

“And?” Wolfwood grumbles, slouched over in the chair. Vash smiles and looks over at him. “We love you too, Nick.” He calls over to the man. You nod in agreement. “Damn right you do.”