#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.

[gamerbot-22]

Spending Valentine's Day with the Trigang!

GIF by the-princess-cinnamon

TW/CW: Written with a combination of traits from across Trigun versions, written with the idea that they and reader are in a relationship (separately), lots of pet names!!! (Mayfly, Angel, Honey, Sweetheart), I am aiming to make y'all's teeth rot on how sweet these are, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Included: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives/Nai

Recommended Listening: my love, mine all mine . a short playlist

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you all are having a wonderful day, whether you have a partner to spend it with, a friend, or just your lovely self <3

Likes and Reblogs appreciated (reblogs > likes) and Requests are Open! It’s all under the cut!

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

GIF by kvroko

He is the most lovesick man in the world on this day, let me tell you.

You wake up and see him in bed next to you just absolutely whipped. He wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles in close and his first words are "Happy Valentine's, Mayfly..." before just drowning you in kisses.

Originally the plan was he would get up and make you breakfast in bed but he got all caught up in being close to you. So you're making breakfast together! It turns out nice, even if you two struggle to get it right.

There's not really flowers on Gunsmoke, but he knows what they look like. So you get a drawing of all sorts of flowers, with meanings only half-remembered from books he used to pour over as a kid.

If you got him anything it takes all of his effort not to fall apart on you. (Please get him something sweet, he deserves it!!)

He wants to take you dancing so baaaad. Like serious bad. There is nothing he loves more than getting to just be close to you and spin you around.

Vash spends all day trying to find a place to take you dancing, but it's a little hard to do that when you're an outlaw and an outlaw's partner. The effort is there but it just doesn't pan out.

But you know? There's something special about slow dancing with Vash by the fire out in the desert while he hums a song to you under the stars <333

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

GIF by mine-loves

I don't think Valentine's Day had been on his radar in a very very long time, so it's probably either day of or immediately upon waking up where he realizes "Oh shit, I need to do something--"

You're about halfway through the morning thinking that you're not getting anything from him when he nearly goes ass over teakettle rushing over to you. He has a half-crushed box of sweets in one hand and a bottle of something bubbly in the other and the most embarrassed look on his face.

He mumbles out a "Sorry, Angel, I almost forgot--" and holds both gifts out to you with his head bowed, like a shy kid or a nervous dog. But you take them in your hands and give him a kiss on the cheek and he doesn't feel as bad.

You two end up sharing, and while the sweets and drinks might be cheap, the time isn't. Hell, maybe you two even end up feeding each other like those sappy couples in those newspaper ads.

He's not a man of flowery words, but he did learn a lot about the saints as a kid. I don't think Wolfwood would frame it as a gift or anything, but when there's a quiet moment he tells you the story of St. Valentine if you're willing to listen.

"He used to perform weddin's for people 'n secret," he tells you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders. "People weren't too big on the Man Upstairs back in the day, so what he was doin' was pretty dangerous. Didn't stop him, though. Or the people he married."

Then he turns his head away from you to save some face. He doesn't want to put too many ideas in either of your heads, but... the idea is kinda nice. For the future.

Once he gets past the nerves though, you get all the kisses you could want. From the crown of your head to your eyelids to your cheeks to your lips. He has a new favorite holiday <333

📸 Meryl Stryfe

GIF by mine-loves

"Ah, honey! My birthday was yesterday! You already got me a gift; you didn't have to get me anything, really!"

She says that, but honestly she's really happy that you would go out of her way to give her a gift a second day in a row. Like! You didn't have to!! But you did!!!

So she takes it and gives you a kiss and when she pulls away her face is so pink. It's precious, and with her soft cheeks she looks a bit like a sweet all on her own.

And you get such a nice gift in turn. I think she's the type to get you something to wear or decorate yourself with, so she gives you this really beautiful pendant on a chain to wear either around your neck or wrapped tight around your wrist.

She also does her damndest to have a nice dinner reservation lined up, if you're in a part of Gunsmoke that allows. She wants to get all dolled up with you and just have a nice evening in whatever luxury an insurance agent/newspaper reporter's salary can get you.

And after dinner, if you still have energy, maybe you can go to a show together! Surely somebody has to be doing something on a stage nearby, right? And if they serve food too, you can share a dessert while you listen.

I think you two end up at a comedy show and have a great time, either laughing until your sides get sore or sharing some amused-if-sympathetic if the person on stage is floundering.

By the end of the night, Meryl's pretty beat and ready to just prop herself up in bed with you. I don't think she even makes it out of her clothes, she just lays her head on your chest and drifts off on the spot <333

💼 Milly Thompson

Breakfast! In! Bed! For! Her! Sweetheart!!!

You get the absolute gentlest wake-up call. She puts her hand on your shoulder, kisses your temple, and chimes "Good morning, sweetheart! Happy Valentine's!"

While you eat she gives you her big plan for the day: Nothing! She just wants to stay in with you and relax all day. And she seems so genuinely excited for that it's nigh impossible to tell her no, especially when she assures you that she still has special things to do in mind.

Once you're both ready to be up and out of bed, she gets the radio tuned to you guys' favorite music station so there's a nice backdrop to all your activities.

Then you spend the whole day just. Making things together. Poetry, stories, silly songs for just the two of you, and all the while there's that lovely music playing and a batch of cookies in the oven for later.

And once the cookies are done and cooled, it's time to ice them! You have so much fun mixing colours and making all these pretty patterns that look absolutely nothing like the book you're using for reference.

At first, Milly is a little upset she's not as good as the pictures, but you help her realized two very important things: no one else could make patterns exactly like she is, and they'll taste delicious either way!

Your evening is spent feeding each other cookies and going over all the things you've made together, and when you kiss each other goodnight you both taste like icing <333

🔪 Millions Knives/Nai

WE'RE PLAYING IN THE SPACE HE'S HERE TOO!! Nai lovers I see you and I love you!!! /p You deserve some time with your man on the holiday, too!

I don't think he would really mention the holiday or observe it in any special way, but like...

If he's playing his piano and you come in and be quiet, he won't stop. Even when he sees you sitting on the floor or leaning against the piano out of the corner of his eyes.

He has that one piece he plays all of the time, Visitation of a Calamity/Memory of a Piano, but it's not the only one he knows. After he's finished with that one for this bout of practice, he shifts into another one.

It's calming by some definition. It's still very powerful, and it reverberates off the ceiling and in your ribs, but it doesn't feel like the usual posturing that the other piece evokes.

It's sweeping still, but less a torrent and more a breeze that catches the folds of your clothes and the air from your lungs. It feels a little like flying, you think.

He doesn't say a word to you until he finishes the suite, then without even looking at you, he asks "Is there something you needed me for?"

And I mean... is there? <333

[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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nsfw under the cut~

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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𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖓:

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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

[houndslayr]

𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

|| Ｍ．ｌｉｓｔ || Ｒｕｌｅｓ || Ｎａｖｉ.||

Request for this fandom: Open

Specific rules for this fandom: No plantcest (vashxknives)

Updated: 5/3/22

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔲𝔭𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔙𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔡𝔢;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔑𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔇. 𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔣𝔢;

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰;

[rush-the-stars]

the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part i: gone, gone

✦—⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆—✦

18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x gender neutral!reader

wc: 1.4k smh

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood. mentions of heats/ruts.

a/n: idk. i want to write this idea i wish i had more time to really get into it. but alack, alas...take this drabble introducing the concept. let me know what you think or if you wanna see more..,.or if you just wanna noodle about this au..,i have many thoughts...

✦—⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆—✦

Heat mounts on the inside of you, growing into a fever pitch—your skin feels too tight, too thick. Your breathing has become sharp and quick—hiccups of air your poor lungs are greedily trying to pull down. You're trying to hide this, keep it from becoming obvious that you're—

You're going into Heat.

Well, to those around you, you're trying to play it off as a Rut.

Because to them, you're an Alpha.

Wolfwood curses as he nears you, "Christ, you're gettin' worse by the minute. When was your last Rut?" He reaches out to touch the burning heat of your forehead and many instincts battle at once—

One, to lean in. To sigh and press yourself closer. Wolfwood, much to your absolute fury, does smell nice to you—it'd be easy to melt into his touch. It'd be easy to give in to his rough voice, his calloused hands. But that's what an Omega would do—and you're no Omega to him.

You growl low as his palm presses to your forehead, bends to feel your cheek. You bare teeth and his lips kick up into an amused smile. "Take it easy," He cajoles, tapping your cheek roughly (perhaps just to get a rise out of you), "I'm just trying to look out for you, kid."

Unfortunately, he's the bigger Alpha—you've already scrapped with him plenty. Gotten pinned and pressed, his weight on top of you, baring fangs. He's established whose in charge and, beyond that, that he's fond of you in some way.

He tries to ruffle your hair and you snap—shoving at him, but he easily overpowers you.

Wolfwood tosses his gaze to Vash now. He's been suspiciously silent. "And how're you, blondie? Getting a little hot under the collar, too?"

Vash swallows hard. His eyes have gone fever bright like a burning jewel, a falling star. He's a Beta, but because of your sudden spike in pheromones, it's possible he'll be entering his own Estrus soon. You're not exactly sure how it works beyond circumstance; Betas will take on whatever sex their body believes is most likely to procreate in the moment. They’re fluid and—

Dangerous for you now, if his body decides—

“Doing okay!” Vash chirps nervously. “Uh—maybe it’ll pass me? Wolfwood, you should keep your distance, too.”

“I’m staying by the kit.” Wolfwood agrees, suddenly throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. You fight the noise that almost escapes, being so surrounded by his scent; warm and spiced, musky and soft around the edges. Ah—

You see why Vash got nervous.

Wolfwood's scent is burnt around the edges, too strong. No doubt because he’s surrounding himself with an Omega’s scent and not—

Well you’re not a kit; not a young Alpha at all.

(Such an infuriating name, anyways. Childish and condescending.)

“Yeah but—“ Vash’s eyes bounce between the two of you, “You’re making their pheromones spike worse by irritating them and that’s,” he searches for the right words, “making it worse for me.”

Wolfwood’s brows lift. He glances at you, wrestled beneath his arm, “Kit’s gotta learn how to be around other Alphas like this, it’s good for a pack—good for others, too. It’s supposed to provide a buffer for you.”

In a pack, when there are no eligible Omegas or Betas, Alphas will endure their Ruts with other Alphas who can handle them—keep them in check. Their scent also dampens the Rutting Alpha’s—sort of keeps it from growing too strong. Wolfwood is, for all intents and purposes, being a good Alpha right now, attempting to shepherd you along while keeping Vash safe.

Vash looks at you now and you can see how nervous he is; you glance away sharply. Wolfwood is warm—too warm—and you’re starting to get a head rush, being this close to him. You’re fighting back a whine in the back of your throat, trying to hold down the ache in your body that is building and building and building.

A cramp rolls through you and your knees almost buckle with it.

“C-can I get water?” You finally pipe up, “I’m dying.” You almost whine. And this is—normal, for an Alpha.

“I’m feeling thirsty, too.” Vash agrees quickly.

Wolfwood huffs, finally dropping his hold on you, “I’ll go find some. Behave while I’m gone.” And as he saunters away, you finally release a hard breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You need—you need to sit down. You stumble a little for it, for the edge of the bed in this motel at the corner of the world. Vash wipes at his brow. You feel his eyes more than you see them, feel them pressing into your shoulder blades, right in the center of your back.

“Doing okay, Vash?” You can’t help but snap a little, on guard.

He wanders nearer to you.

“Doing okay.” Vash repeats, softer this time. He settles gingerly on the edge of the bed, near you but not touching. Such a respectful distance away. And yet—

You catch his scent. Thistle and petrichor. Sunlight, so warm it melts on the tongue. Musky, far muskier than you were anticipating.

You shift—squirm. Another cramp twists in your lower back, your hips flexing with it.

“How are you doing?” He asks, so gentle that it makes your teeth grind.

“Fine.” You snap, waspish, and at least, in character for an Alpha.

Vash sighs though, a slow breath through his nose.

“We need to get you somewhere safe.”

You know but—technically—as an Alpha, you should be safe here. With Wolfwood. Vash is the one who everyone should be worried now.

“Wolfwood will handle it—“ You try and say.

Vash frowns, “Uh—right. And usually, I’d agree except—“ His eyes cut to you like a lightning bolt, searing and bright;

“I’m not going into Heat—I’m going into Rut.”

Your head jerks to him. You feel the world tilt, slide out from underneath you sharply, your stomach dropping with it. If Vash is going into Rut, that means—

Vash gives you wane, sympathetic look.

“That only happens if an Omega in Heat is near.” He says gently, quietly, as if he’s afraid to startle you.

Which means, he's figured you out.

And that also means, you’re about to go into Heat, with an Alpha, and a Beta on the cusp of Rut.

Your cover is blown, dashed all to pieces in an instant. All your hard-fought control and secrecy; all of your planning and carefully crafted existence, gone up in flames with a few, simple words. In this moment, you see your life—this life of yours that you fought for, tooth and nail, this independence you clawed for, you were forced to endure, gone like the wind through your fingers. Like your dreams in the early, soft parts of the morning.

You try to get up, maybe run, but Vash catches your wrist before you can get anywhere.

His touch is searing. For some reason, you always thought he'd be chilled. Maybe because he's a Plant, maybe because of his robotic limb. But he's warm, so warm that it startles you. When you look at him, you realize his face is flushed red, dusted along his cheeks.

"Don't run." He pleads, "It's not safe."

When Wolfwood appears again in the doorway, water in hand, you wrench your wrist from Vash's grasp.

"What's going on?" Wolfwood asks, and before you can shove past him, he snags your bicep. Firmer than Vash, yanking you back to him, "hey—slow down, kid. What happened?"

"I'm—uh, not going into Heat." Vash says sheepishly.

Wolfwood tears his eyes away from you to look at Vash for a moment, before returning to you. "Well—should make it easier, right?"

"No—" You shake your head, pressure behind your eyes building rapidly, suddenly there and aching. All you can think is—it's gone, all gone. Tears well up. You force your brow to furrow, force your anger to be a shield, and force that little glare to mar your features once more;

"Because I'm the one going into Heat."

Wolfwood's face rounds out with surprise. You lurch out of his grasp in a sudden, harsh move.

"Don't follow me!" You say.

And you slip from him like the wind through his fingers, like dreams in the early, soft part of the morning.

He reaches for you again, but you're already gone

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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]

by bite alone

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18+ minors and blank blogs dni

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k smh

Content Warnings: angst, canon accurate torture/experimentation, Nicholas and reader are both Eye of Michael test subjects together, biting to scar, blood, canon accurate violence. Not beta read or edited strongly.

Author's Note: this is really just a drabble that i've been thinking about and wanted to get out of my system. been thinking about that csm scene with makima where she wants denji to remember her "by bite" and also i read a play recently where a mother bit her son, and then herself in the same place, so they'd know each other despite being separated. so that's sorta where this came from.

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Light cuts through the dark like a scythe’s blade, sweeping through in a blinding flash across your vision as a door groans open. You blink hard. The door whines shut. Someone has entered the space. Their form is distant and blurry and barely caught by the brief burst of light before disappearing.

Footsteps echo as you fall back into the inky blackness of the cell.

Another slash of light on the opposite side, and then the creaking, metal door that opens. Shuts. The guard is gone.

“I’m scared, Nico.” You whisper into the dark. You’re shaking so hard that you need to clasp one hand with the other to try and stop it.

Your body trembles anyways. Shakes all over.

“We’re gonna be alright.” He says and then you feel him, his shoulder, his side, against yours. You feel his frame, once small and frail, now grown and large, press into your own. He feels different than when he did only a few short weeks ago.

It's all so different.

(And do you feel different, too? Your body is changed, too.)

You were (are?) children together in the orphanage. You like to think you'd know him anywhere, with any body, grown or childish, any change or—

“They’re gonna take me away any minute.” You get out, just a wheeze of air through your tightened lungs.

You can almost hear him swallow.

"I'm not gonna let them." He says and he may mean it with everything he has—in that naive, darling way of childhood. You know he means it in the same way he meant that he'd look out for you at the orphanage, that he'd chase away your nightmares.

(You wish you could still believe him—wish there was a part of you so sweet and tender, so young and unbroken, that you could believe a boy who just wanted to protect you.

Who just wanted to keep something, for once in his life.)

But you know he can't stop them. You know no one can stop them. You know they'll drag you out of here, kicking and screaming, and clinging to Nicholas so hard that you cut tracks through his skin with your nails.

Tears build in your eyes, that familiar ache of emotions welling in you, growing so large you fear you're fit to burst. It presses against your heaving ribs, against the tender, pink parts of you. Your breath hitches as you try and keep in a sob.

"Don't cry." Nicholas says, soft and—

Sorry. So, so sorry.

His arm comes down around you, swallowing you.

And you fold into his arms like you were once stitched to him, like that was your place, once ripped from you. Now returned.

"Nico—" You whimper.

He hushes you gently, gathers you tighter to him. He holds you. Rocks you a little and—you wonder if he had a mother that did this to him, too. You wonder when the last time you'd been held and rocked was, held like a child, rocked like a baby. You start to cry in earnest now.

"I'm so scared of what they'll do to me." Your voice goes wane and high, distressed. "I'm so scared—"

"Hey, come on, you're strong—"

"I can't do it again," You whimper, "I can't—I can't—"

"Hey." His voice is sharper, harsher. There's a flash of teeth in the darkness (and you're reminded of how scared dogs bite). "Hey. Listen to me."

He pulls you away by the shoulders, if only to face you, to try and see you in the dark. He almost shakes you, "You can." He grits out, "You can." He says again, "You have to—"

His voice breaks.

For me.

It goes unsaid, but you hear it in there anyways, haunting the words, haunting him.

(The thought of either of you, alone in here, is such a wretched one that it almost makes you sick—

For him, then. For him.)

You hiccup, you reach for him again in the dark and he collapses you back into his arms. You feel the thunder of his heart against his chest, knocking hard against it's cage, as if trying to leap out to you. You feel the way he squeezes you. His mouth at your temple. He speaks;

"I'm not gonna let them take you." He promises, deadly serious and trying to be brave, "And if I break that promise—" He inhales a little, short and sharp, to keep his own emotions in check, "Then you're gonna be strong. And you're gonna come back to me, okay? You're gonna come back to me."

You think he says it again to convince himself and not you.

"Promise me you're gonna come back." He gets out. "I need you to fight, okay? I need you to fight—"

The sound that breaks out of you is raw, all animal. All fear and grief. You don't want to be strong. You want to be laying on the edge of the orphanage, on the small cliff that overlooked a world you thought so large as the sun sets. You want to be beside Nico and Livio and—

You want the sky to be orange and pink and gold, hot to the touch, if you could ever reach that far. You want Nico's laugh and you want Livio's little hand in yours.

"Promise me." Nicholas demands again, hands bearing down so bad that you know you'll bruise. So bad, always such a bad kid, getting in trouble—

"I promise—" You heave when he shakes you. Hard. "I promise, but I'm scared—"

"I know," He hushes then, "I know, I know—"

"I'm scared it'll—they'll—ruin my mind like—"

Like they did to the others you've seen.

"You're stronger than them." Nicholas tries to convince you.

"What if I don't remember you?" You eek out, clinging to him desperately, "What if they bring me back to you and I'm not myself anymore?"

You're working yourself up, your voice is hitching and high.

"What if they take you and do the same?" You hiss, now almost shaking him, clawing at his shoulders, "What if we look at each other and don't know each other anymore?"

Tears cut down your face.

"I would never forget you." Nicholas snaps, "I could never. They could never make me—"

"You don't know—" You cry. And cry and cry.

Because you've seen all the vacant eyes around here and their faces so changed and how they repeat phrases over and over again, stuck on some loop that only they know. Stuck unknowing, stuck half-knowing—stuck alone and scared and in agony. Stuck crying, like ou are now.

Maybe, after their done with you, you will just always be weeping. And you won't know why and you won't be able to stop and you'll look at Nicholas and see a stranger. And you'll lose him without ever losing him.

In the dark, Nicholas feels for your arm, feels and searches and reaches and then suddenly—

Searing, burning pain.

You screech, you think, or wail.

You realize, with a shock, that he's biting you.

Hard.

You thrash and he grips you with an unyielding, inhuman strength teeth fastening tighter to the flesh of your inner bicep. He bares down. He sinks his teeth so viciously into your skin that you feel blood burst beneath his mouth.

It wells up and out of you, weeping. In the dark, it's all over his tongue, his lips, his chin.

"Nick—" You bleat, frightened, trying to escape still, "Nico!"

When he pulls away, he wipes his mouth, and you reach for your arm. You feel the wound with trembling, terrified fingers. They poke and prod and you jolt when you feel the warmth of your own blood and the mark;

A ring of his teeth, a perfect circle, like a ridged halo.

"Wha—why—?" You're shaking so hard that you can hardly form a sentence, mind racing, eyes flying wildly over his shadowy figure in the dark.

He shoves his shirt off, you think, and then he's shoving his arm in your face.

"Now bite me, too." He demands, "As hard as you can. Make it hurt—make it scar."

You blink at him.

"So that way, if we don't remember each other, we'll have this. Our teeth marks in our skin. If nothing else—"

Slowly, you sit up again, towards him. You feel his arm, fingers quivering, as they trace up the line of his forearm. You follow the vein, towards the heart, up to his bicep.

"If nothing else—we might recognize each other by bite alone."

You sink your teeth into the muscle of his arm and feel as he seizes up, tenses, so you clamp down hard. Harder. You whimper when you make him bleed, but you don't stop—

And the light floods into the cell, brilliant and seering. Bathing you both in it, revealing your strange shapes, your transformed bodies.

"Punisher—" The guard snaps, "Stay back."

They wrench open the cell door, metal grinding horribly.

You pull your mouth from his arm, blood all of your lips, your teeth, your chin. His his his. Both of your wounds, weeping openly, crimson slipping down your arms. Twins.

You look at him. He looks at you.

"Seraph." The guard says, "You're coming with us."

(He kills the first guard. You, the second. It takes thirteen of them to pull you apart, howling and shrieking and crying—)

When they strap you down to the cold, metal table, you turn your head and look at your bicep.

Still bleeding with his teeth marks, the world branded onto you. Your world. His.

It'll scar nice, you think, before consciousness twists out from under you. Bending and warping. Time disappearing, slipping from you. The pain begins and it doesn't stop. It doesn't stop.

But in that cold, lost darkness, you remember one thing—

The pain of a bite.

And always, the scar it leaves.

Blood in your mouth. His his his.

[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

[raddelusionaldive]

Happy Valentines Day

Or as I like to say happy corporate love holiday because it shouldn’t take one day out of the year to tell someone your feelings and show care.

A/N: No better way to spend the holiday than writing about my one true love, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. It’s short so 600-ish words.

C.W.: NSFW, this is probably the fluffiest smut I’ve ever written but I adore him so much, Gender Neutral but you are a bottom in this.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader

Nicholas D. Wolfwood the man tainted by blood and years of abuse now holding your hips firmly beneath him as his thrusts reach deeper into your core. Normally this wouldn’t be the point in the relationship where you’d start second guessing yourself especially mid stroke but then again Wolfwood was left thinking to himself. Your noises could only dull the noise of his own internal monologue, not erase it all together. How could someone so perfect be corrupted by him? You willingly let yourself love him and he couldn’t grasp the concept. Is this how one would describe a relationship? Domestic bliss, perhaps?

Your sweet mewling and moaning snapped him out of his thoughts for a moment. You splayed so beautifully beneath him, had him sucking in air like you knocked the wind out of him. Your heat pulsed around him, a simple reminder of how you seemed to be hopelessly wrapped around him. It was a constant battle of who was wrapped around who’s finger. A mutual pining the poor undertaker couldn’t understand for the life of him. Your skin felt soft beneath his calloused hands, pure silk underneath razor blades. The hands of a murderer now groping softly despite his harsh neediness felt in each thrust. Fear creeping in his mind as if you’d disappear once it’s over. The bliss would wear off to reveal it’s a dream… but that never happened. The sound of his groans and your voice calling out his name with pure unadulterated need, resounded through the small confines of the room you shared.

Your slick coated his length, leaving a glistening sheen with each stroke. It’s a miracle you haven’t completely lost grip of reality as Nicholas fucked you into oblivion. His happy trail brushes against you as if teasing with each pass, each time you’ve been on the precipice of ecstasy he’s slowed down. Your resolve long gone moments before now being reduced to nothing but nonsensical ramblings as he pummels your sweet spot over and over.

“You still with me angel?” He breathlessly asked, leaning down, reeling you back to reality. All you could do was let out a pleased whine nodding quickly as your walls clenched around him. You had lost count of how many times you had come undone at that point. Not a thought in your little blissed out mind as sweat glistened against his pecs.

It began after a drunken kiss, the relationship blossomed after that night unbeknownst to Vash, Meryl, and Milly. Sure you had looked at him, sizing him up each time you thought nobody was looking, how couldn’t you? Despite his rough demeanor his eyes always softened behind his shades when he’d look at you. Surely nothing could possibly happen between the priest and you, right? That’s what you told yourself before finally getting the nerve to kiss him after having enough liquid courage in your bloodstream. One sloppy chaste kiss turned into a steamy make out session and before you could say “punisher” he had worked both of you out of your clothes and dove face first into your heat. If you didn’t believe in heaven before you definitely did now the way he had you trembling and seeing stars. What you thought would be a one night thing soon became routine.

The love that sparkled in his dark eyes as he set the pace already sinking himself balls deep was immeasurable. It was almost laughable at how he looked at you even as you were blissed out beneath him, drunk off of his cock. It convinced you that even when you were dying he’d look at you with so much unbridled love. A love that would transcend death…

[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 gives you away every time," you'd tease.

You don't laugh right now, not when you're lying 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 a while, but he was still a bit apprehensive. You knew about his less-than-human traits, and you loved him anyway. 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 dilates, 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 that 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 willpower 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 a 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 through 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's cool skin, making you shiver as he pulls your underwear away to expose you fully. Any protest about you being the only one bare is fully interrupted when Vash makes an eager chirp noise. He opens his mouth, revealing a row of razor 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 about taking you apart. It's almost comical when Vash looks up at you. Eyes 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 trilling 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 a purr as his chest rumbles against your own. Speaking of which, you lazily peek 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 sits 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 as 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 your 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 too 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 shortcircuits 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 you're 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 thrusts 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 thrusts 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"

[gamerbot-22]

Hellooo, it's your favourite Trigun requester (alleged)

I saw little bits in your reader on HRT post about how the trigang handle needles, and I'd like to ask how you think they'd go with a reader who is very afraid of them (I can and will cry if I need a blood test)

And do you think Knives, the bastard he is, could be convinced to hold your hand so you're less scared?

Hey!! Welcome back, Saucerer of Apples, always a delight to see you!! :D

The Trigang Helps with Your Needle/Trypanophobia

TW/CW: Mentions of needles and medical procedures (blood tests, vaccinations, and HRT administration) but no specifics, kinda romantic but idk friends can kiss bandages too, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Characters Featured: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Millions Knives

A/N: Hehehe it was fun getting into the specifics of this one! Because it's so specific I didn't have as many thoughts, necessarily, and because of that I didn't want to go the full format (with the GIFs and such), so here’s me taking a crack at a more condensed vibe!

Related HC posts: The Trigang Helps you with your HRT

Dividers in this post were made by @/strangergraphics ☆

🥀 Vash the Stampede

“No no no, don’t cry! If you cry, then I’ll cry, too!” and he’s already got the biggest, wettest eyes.

It takes time for him to get used to helping you with shots/needles. Like if it's a regular thing it doesn't take too long, but if it's anything more sparse than monthly it's still a bit of a process.

He asks a lot of questions when time allows. "Why there?", "What are you looking for?", stuff like that.

It's the first step of going from nearly crying to gently holding you and saying in the calmest voice "I'm right here. Hold my hand and look at me and it'll be over before you know it."

You're both being brave together!

🍭 Nicholas D. Wolfwood

He's a little cruel at first, saying things like "Ohh, come on ya big baby, you can do it. Be brave!" I don't think he ever says anything he thinks you can't handle.

Very in the camp of "getting it over with as fast as possible" if someone else is doing the... sticking? That sounds wrong. Administering the shot.

He's being abrasive on your behalf, which honestly might be making it worse. Should probably talk to him about it after everything's all over.

If he's the one doing it, he does not stop talking. He's trying to keep your brain occupied, and at any point in the conversation, once he knows you're at least kind of at ease, you get your shot.

This man kisses your bandages btw. It's a given.

📸 Meryl Stryfe

Ok so in the original thing I focused mostly on how Meryl deals with medical staff/pharmacists so we already know how she feels about that.

So I'm gonna talk about what it's like when she has to do the shot.

I think she approaches it initially with a lot of confidence. She gets all her vaccinations on time because she's responsible like that. She's seen the procedure so many times! How hard can it be?

"...Actually, you know, there are some errands we have to run anyways. Let's just stop by the hospital on the way over--"

Listen, she just doesn't want to hurt you, and she'll do a lot for you, but this is a line she's drawing in the sand--

💼 Milly Thompson

Ohhhh boy. Okay, listen, she's trying.

Honestly I think she's the most likely to outright faint. It doesn't happen often, but it has happened! So usually she'll sit next to you instead of standing during the procedure.

The others will go with you and also get blood tests/vaccinations if needed but Milly is doing everything to not bring it up for herself. Like a nurse will idly ask her when the last time she got her vaccinations and Milly is just like "Oh! Uh, you know! The normal amount of time ago."

Then she also gets a shot and needs you to hold her hand--

Brave Patients Get Lollipops From The Kiddie Jar, Milly said so, it's the law.

🔪 Millions Knives

This might shock folks considering how dedicated I am to Cranky Asshole Knives, but I do actually think he could be convinced to be somewhat comforting if you're struggling.

If he actually gets to see how scared you get even looking at a needle, he gets this like. Sinking feeling in his stomach ("Oh God, no, empathy--")

And you're sitting there with tears in your eyes, crying, shaking like a leaf, the Pathetic Human to end all Pathetic Humans. And when he looks at Conrad for some back-up he gets nothing so...

Fine. Fine. Alright. He takes your hand in his, but he keeps it close to either his or your sides in an attempt to play it down. He doesn't look at your eyes -- just at the needle or the injection site -- but he's got you.

...Even though his hand is fucking freezing, Jesus Christ--

[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.”

[galactiquest]

Trigun x Reader Drabbles: Clothes-Stealing

Anyone else ever thought about taking your partner's clothes, or even having them take your clothes? It's something I've been thinking about for the Trigang for a bit... So here's some little drabbles!

Gender neutral reader--the only things assumed here are that you wear a t-shirt!

Vash the Stampede:

Vash, sweet as he is, isn't keen at first to admit that he's been taking your clothes. Without your permission or knowing. Maybe first it was a pair of gloves, then a handkerchief, and then... One of your shirts went missing. Yep, he's a stealer, alright. The thing is with Vash is that he's so comparatively massive to you (regardless of whether you're tall or short) that your shirts on him either don't fit at all, or look like crop tops. Now, on the inverse? Absolutely. Vash doesn't have a whole lot of shirts that he wears (he's usually in that leather-like gear) but if he does, he squeals a little on the inside if you wear it, because he thinks you look adorable engulfed in his clothing.

Also, he might let you borrow his jacket later on... Or might scoop you up and hold you inside of it. There's room for both of you!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood:

Wolfwood is a guy who would much rather take the "clothes-giver" role in the relationship. He primarily wears his suit getup, so prepare to either embrace the button-up dress shirts or to get his overcoat draped across your shoulders during the cold desert nights. (By the way, yes he does look stunningly handsome without the overcoat.) He's not necessarily preferenced towards wearing your clothes, but he did get caught with one of your shirts on one occasion. He immediately tried to explain it off by saying that his clothes were still in the wash and he needed something clean to wear... But he was definitely smiling about it a bit more than he should have been.

Meryl Stryfe:

As a sort of ground-level girlfriend type, she's oft to take your shirts. Since she's smaller than most, your shirts would probably hang off of her and go past her waist (though those the same size or smaller, she'd still want to take them!). Meryl thinks they're extra comfortable because they've been worn by you, not to mention they smell like you (whether you wear a certain kind of soap, deodorant, cologne, etc. or just have a natural smell) which makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She prefers to steal your stuff while you're changing, taking a shower, or otherwise undressing--she's not particularly sneaky about it. You can't get mad at her, though, because she really does look cute in your shirt, and when she yawns and stretches, it raises above her stomach, and... Well, it's snuggle time.

Milly Thompson:

Pretty similar to Meryl in the sense that she'd prefer to take your clothes rather than the other way around, but she also loves to offer her vest or overcoat to you if you're ever feeling cold or just need an extra layer. Since Milly is larger than most, some of your shirts might not fit her as well, but she looks beautiful as ever, there's no denying that. She loves to play around like this, too, claiming that she's you and she's the cutest partner in the whole wide world. Yes, she is endlessly adorable, and yes, you should keep letting her take your shirts. Even if she takes all of them.

[sundew199]

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