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Pierced—Vash the Stampede

Summary: How did Vash get that hoop in??

Word Count: ~1.2k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: fluff, a lil angsty, Vash deserves his sense of self ok

a/n: @aboveweirdest gave me this wonderful idea while we were analyzing this man to death! tyty was thinking about this when i got another helix piercing done recently so i whipped this up before bed

In recent days, you’ve seen Vash eyeing you. At least, more than what is normal. It was unsettling everytime you felt his gaze on you whenever you tried passing the time by creating something out of scraps you found into jewelry, specifically earrings. 

For instance, he was doing it now, as your hands worked the small pliers expertly to transform a piece of gold wire into a hoop. You either usually pierce your own ears with your creations, or sell them in town for some extra cash you both could use for bullets or food. Vash wishes he could be as good as you on the artsy side, but you always remind him that he is good with his hands. No one can beat him in marksmanship.

“Like what you see there, gunman?” you tease, side eyeing him for a split second. Caught in the act, Vash blushes a lovely red that reaches the tip of his ears. You love getting a rise out of him.

“Do you wanna learn? Is that it? Because you’ve been a little too curious these past couple of days.”

“Mm.. ‘s not that. I just… How many piercings do you have?” 

The question comes out of nowhere for you. You think it’s obvious, since mostly all of them are on your ears. Doing mental math, you count what you have on your ears.

“Uh, around 11? I’m thinking of doing more, but we’ve been too busy lately.”

He simply nods, humming to himself as he visibly thinks through your answer. 

“Why do you pierce your ears?” You quirk your eyebrow at him. “Don’t mean that in an offensive way!” He quickly puts his hands up, offering a sign of peace. You laugh at his gestures. “I just been noticing lately that your usual customers are people with loads of piercings, and I never gave it much thought before to get one of my own, but I think…they look so cool on others. They seem so happy with them too, expressing themselves without even saying a word.”

Your hands still at his words, something dropping in your stomach and twisting at his solemn expression. Vash never revealed much about his past, and you never probed him further. Anytime anything connected to his past came up, you could clearly tell whatever happened had left its scars on him, physically and mentally. You respected his decision to close up those details, and reminded him that whenever, if ever, he was ready to share that load with you, you would be there.

You look back down at the gold hoop in your hands, an idea coming to mind. You quickly add the finishing touches, putting a little more effort into it as it was for someone special now. 

“Hey, what do you think of this?” You hold up the hoop to Vash’s eyes, catching the glimmer in his eyes at your recent creation, like that of a thief spotting expensive items through a window. Greed and envy swirling together.

“It’s beautiful! You always amaze me with how you turn a piece of trash into such a pretty object. That one’s gonna sell fast Mayfly!” You warm at his praise and nickname for you. His confidence and support for your skills potentially outweighed yours for how he handled his gun.

Yet, you can’t stand the fake smile he plasters on his face, masking the jealousy he feels for the future owner of the golden hoop.

“Think I’m gonna sell it for free. It’s for someone close to me.” Vash simply cocks his head to the side. You roll your eyes at his obliviousness. “How about letting me pierce your ear for you?”

The change in his demeanor is quick. He straightens his back, eyes shining brightly, nodding eagerly at you. “I’m in your hands!”

Grabbing a small threading needle from your kit, you order him to sit close to you on motel bed. Cleaning your hands and the needle, you search his face, looking for any signs of regret. 

“You sure about this? Do you know where you want it?”

He’s pensive for a moment, eyes looking past you. He hums, pointing at his left lobe. How perfect, you think, same side as his cute little mole. 

You fidget, rethinking piercing his ear. You’ve only ever pierced yourself, so now that you have someone else in front of you, you feel like a total amateur. 

“Hey. Get out of your head there. I know what you’re thinking.” Vash’s voice breaks through your brain fog. He wraps his hand around your raised arm, poised and ready to pierce him. He gently tightens his hold on your waist. “I trust you.” You feel your heart twinge at the soft vulnerability in his eyes.

“Ok, this will be a slight pinch. I know you’re used to pain-” you interject, noting his slightly raised eyebrow, silently telling you been there done that. “-but just follow my rules. Ok, breathe in for me.” You raise the needle to his ear. “And breathe out.” As you feel his breath ghost your arm, you push the needle as quickly as you can through his ear, quickly adding the hoop to his ear. 

You turn around to wash your hands. “And there you go! Your first piercing ever! Crazy, considering that you’re like 150- hey don’t touch-” you catch him as he’s going to finger his new piercing, staring straight at the mirror on the vanity opposite the bed. The warning dies in your throat at the sight of him nearly in tears.

“I…I love it,” he says in a warbled voice.

“Oh Vash, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I really tried to be careful. Always with you.” You sit beside him, leaning onto his shoulder, rubbing his back in comfort. He sniffs. 

“It’s not you. It’s just…this is the first time I feel like I’ve done something for myself. I feel like my own person. With just a hoop.” Wet tears trail down his cheeks. You press your fingers to his cheeks, wiping his tears. You know how he’s been burdened with his past, no doubt still feeling the shadow of his brother and the destruction that’s come from his actions. Perhaps this earring meant more than you could ever imagine, perhaps it finally binded him to the present, and to his own future that he can create. 

“You’ve always been Vash to me. Never your brother. Just you. Vash the Stampede. The most amazing gunman to ever walk into my life.” He turns to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his face into your neck.

“Thank you. Now, I feel like everyone else. Maybe they can see me as one of them. Not this humanoid disaster.” You nuzzle into him, hands returning to their rubbing against his back.

“You look nice by the way. It suits you really well. The gold complements your blue blue eyes,” you tease, hoping to get a chuckle out of him. 

He pecks your cheek, another thank you from him. He presses his face tighter to you, jolting suddenly. “Ow!”

“Yeahh, it’s gonna be a bit tender for a bit.” 

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Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

MY FIRST ASK! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FOR THE ENTIRE DAY!

i am doing well! thank you for your support! <33

i usually take forever to write a piece, but ur ask inspired me and had me thinking all day on how to go about this. so hope you enjoy this! thank you for the request!

Sweet Dreams

Exiting the bathroom, freshly washed and donning one of Vash’s shirts, you throw your towel over your head, continuing to dry off your head while you peered out into the room. Vash lounged on the motel bed, arms thrown behind him to support his head, lean legs sprawled out and taking up the entire mattress. He was whistling a tune you didn’t recognize, one eye closed while the other surveilled you in the opening of the steaming door. 

“Ya sure you didn’t wanna take a shower? There’s still some hot water left,” you offered.

“Nah, got too comfy waiting here for you. I’ll take one in the morning.” 

He closed his other eye, humming the tune now. He did look comfy. A little too comfy. With his eyes closed, he didn’t see the mischievous glimmer in your eye. The pattering of your feet was his only warning as you dove for him, body landing atop his, an ‘oof!’ sounding from him as your body weight collapsed on his chest. You were cackling at the noise he made, wrapping your arms around his waist as his fingers tickled your sides.

“Not fair! You attacked a defenseless man!”

“Getting comfortable without me, handsome? Ay! Stop it!-” 

His fingers didn’t stop their wriggling assault, only ending when you began to retaliate. 

“Ok, ok! I’m done!” He coughed a laugh out. “Mm, you smell nice. I haven’t smelled this soap before. Where’d you get it?” He twirled a wet piece of hair between his fingers.

“Oh I didn’t tell you! I met this vendor at the market earlier! While you were off looking for your donuts, the smell of the loveliest lavender drew me in.”

Vash hummed along to your story, indicating that his attention was still 100% on you as he played with your hair. He breathed in the calming scent on your skin and hair, allowing it to sway him to sleep slowly. You rambled on and on about how the vendor made the soap, the techniques and oils she used to bring out the herb. 

“But I got her card so we can go back and get you a soap! I do love how you smell Vash, it’s almost like you have a sort of gene that prevents you from smelling bad.” You turned your nose further into his shirt, inhaling the raw smell of him–sunshine with notes of something earthy…petrichor, or something along those lines. It grounded you every time. “But geez, would it kill you to wash your laundry sometimes?! You stink!” you lied, teasing a finger into his chest.

He yelped, abruptly awoken by your harsh jabbing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it up to kiss it, splaying your hand open with his own, observing the size difference. 

“We can do a laundry day tomorrow. I saw the laundromat wasn’t too far off from us, so we can easily carry our loads there.” He sighed, a content smile plastered on his face at the domesticity you two indulged in. He entwined your fingers, bringing it to the side of his face. “That reminds me! I got us donuts for the morning! You should’ve seen the options, I mean. I was in heaven, Mayfly. Powdered, glazed, cake-”

He let your hand go as he gestured in the air, passionate about the change in subject.

It was Vash’s turn to ramble. And once he started on his favorite topic–donuts–there was no stopping him. The deep timbre of his voice held some power. His voice always became deeper late into the night, hinting that he was getting tired; but it seemed to lower your heart rate, lower your defenses and diminish the adrenaline you had from a busy day. The warmth of the day seemed to never leave him, his body heat encompassing the parts of you that touched him. You tucked your legs closer to his body as the coldness of the desert night reached for your feet. 

One of his arms was wrapped around you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. The other was busy with your arm on the opposite side, fingers lightly grazing up and down. The security you felt in his presence never failed to put you to sleep. 

You hummed one last time, eyes softly closing at his praise for a certain jelly doughnut. You promised in your head that you were only shutting them for a minute. What lies you told yourself.

“But I got your favorite! It might have a bite in it, but I saved the majority of it for you! I know you’ll like it, because I know you, hehe…um. Mayfly?” 

Your soft snores alerted him that you stopped paying attention to his tales of the day. He peered down his nose at you, love clearly painted into his features. Your eyelashes were long from this angle, gently laid out on your sun-kissed skin. Your lips were parted, soft breaths felt on his chest as you breathed in his scent on each inhale and exhaled the minty paste from your nighttime routine. He’s told you plenty of times before, but if only you knew how beautiful you looked in his eyes. 

He felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the chill in the air. He reached down to grab the comforter, pulling it up to your shoulders. You shifted slightly, stilling in the creases of his warm neck that was now heating your cold nose. He giggled at the temperature difference, arms also wrapping around your waist as he settled further into the sheets.

He had to admit, his exaggerated noise and fuss at your sudden dive from earlier was only a ruse. He loved the nights you chose to sleep tucked into his side, but he delighted in the nights you chose to smother him, arms always wrapped around him. He had days to live for with you, but there were always nights to live for as well.

“Sweetest of dreams, Mayfly.”

A/N: side note! i am open to requests! i think they're super fun and it really does get me motivated to write more :)

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My, What Beautiful Hair You Have!—Vash the Stampede

summary: on a boring Sunday, you decide to get Vash's attention through some head scratches

content: 771 words. mostly fluff but suggestive towards the end, head scratches, needy reader kinda ngl (but who isn't for Vash's attention), one (1) hickey, written with tristamp vash in mind

a/n: saw this fanart and immediately wanted to write this. his hair looks so nice. anyway something soft before i post my first smut piece. aha

You should be thankful. Its been a long week of nonstop travel from dusty town to dusty town. You stopped remembering what the town names were, every stop melding into one as the exhaustion from the constant Tomas riding got to you. But finally, the week reached its end, producing a lazy Sunday for you and Vash to recuperate at the latest town you stopped in. 

Both of you were lounging on the motel bed, sunlight creeping in from the second-story window, dust flurries apparent from the rays pouring in. You were lying sprawled out on the mattress, Vash sitting at the end of the bed, cleaning his gun. You feel your eyes shut, not from sleepiness. No. Boredom. You sigh loudly, hoping Vash can give you some attention. Silence meets your ears. You sigh again, this time much more slowly and drawn out. Nothing. Wondering what is so interesting about that damn gun of his, you open your eyes and stare longingly at his back.

“Vashhh,” you whined. He hums questioningly, continuing his ministrations against the metallic piece in his hand. That’s not the answer you wanted. You wanted him to turn around and pay attention to you. A conversation. A wrestling competition. Anything to drive away this boredom that’s consumed you.

Your eyes land on the back of his head, outlining where his scruffy brown undercut meets the soft gentle waves of his longer, blond hair. 

When does he find the time to cut his hair? Why does it look so nice? He should let me cut it for him…

What stands out to you the most, is how fluffy it looks. You feel your hand moving on its own before your brain can even register the action. You feel your fingertips reach his head, and just as you expected. Soft. You trail your fingers up from the undercut and into his blond tresses.

Vash is used to you touching his hair. What he isn’t used to is you actually using your nails to scratch his scalp. A pleasurable shudder runs down his spine, whipping around to face you as he lets out a squeak.

“Uhh…” He doesnt even know what to say, only averting his eyes and trying to distract you from the blush that’s fallen on his cheeks.

“Oh, sorry, did I scare you? I can stop.”

“No, no. It’s fine… just took me off guard.” Vash glances at you, shooting you a quick smile before turning back around. Assuming he’s ok with it now, you sit up straighter, reaching your fingers back to softly scratch at his hair, admiring the way it shifts back into place, covering your path.

“How the hell is your hair so soft? We live in a dry desert!” 

“I just take showers with whatever soap we have. Other than that, mostly water when we come across a fountain and I wanna wash the dirt off me.” Vash shrugs, peeking at you over his shoulder, his gun forgotten. You smile. 

I win. You thought. You finally got his attention.

“I don’t know what pisses me off more: the fact that you’re blessed with this hair, or the fact you don’t even realize. Ugh, I hate men.” You tease, a slight quirk in your lip.

“Mayflyy, you love meee though, right?”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say hot stuff.” You can’t let him think he’s got the upper hand after ignoring you for an hour. The way his brown undercut trails into a peak at the slight bend of his neck triggers an impulsive thought. You lean in, trailing your lips across his neck, giving light kisses along the way. You feel Vash stop his movements suddenly, his breathing becoming shallow.

Got you right where I want you.

Just as Vash begins to relax into your gentle kisses, he gasps, eyes shooting open as you abruptly bite into the soft skin, suckling slightly after. You pull back, leaning on the palms of your hands as you stare admiringly at your work. 

The satisfying grin falls away as Vash doesn’t turn around after a minute. Thinking you may have crossed the line, you offer a white flag in surrender.

“Heh, hey sorry I didn’t mean to stop you from working on your gun. If you want, we can go out and get din-” 

His gun clatters noisily on the ground near his feet. Looking up, you meet Vash’s swimmingly hot gaze. 

“Not tonight. You started something you have to finish now, Mayfly.”

You scoot backwards, inviting him further up the bed as he crawls his way to you. 

This was gonna be a long night.

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Sleep Date—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Most of your and Vash's dates consist of getting cozy beneath the covers.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Content: fluff, cuddling, slight angst on Vash's side but nothing cuddling can't fix

Several rhythmic knocks echo into your living space, eyes lifting from your TV in your room. Instantly recognizing your and Vash’s shared knock pattern, you jog to the door. Living in Julai isn’t always the safest, so Vash came up with a way that you know it’s him at the door whenever he comes over. 

A second barely passes by between you opening the door and him launching himself at you, engulfing you in a hug. You can tell from the soft texture tickling your nose that he is wearing your favorite red hoodie of his. You plan on stealing it later.

“Well hello to you too lover,” you tease, head burying into his chest to inhale the very unique scent that is clearly him. 

“Couldn’t help myself. It’s been too long.” He waddles you backward, closing the door with his foot and reaching back to lock it. With how often he’s over, this is second nature to him. Your safety stays on his mind.

He continues waddling you back into your room, swinging you around so he’s the one to fall onto your bed first. Hugging him isn't enough. Your hands inch their way underneath his expansive hoodie to seek out his warm skin. You mentally cheer when you feel an instant connection to his skin beneath your fingertips, seeing he decided to come dressed simply in his sweatpants and hoodie, with no shirt underneath. Gotta love your boyfriend for knowing exactly what he wants when he comes over–as much skin-to-skin contact time he can get with you. Leaning back with an idea, Vash whines at the loss of your soothing skin on his, quieting with a blush to his cheeks as he sees you take your sweatshirt off.

Returning to his side, you burrow your way under his hoodie, popping out from his neckline to nuzzle further into his neck. Vash hisses.

“Mayfly you need to turn on your heater once and a while. It gets real cold at night. Your nose is freezing!” At the feeling of your arms wrapping around his torso, he reciprocates the movement. 

“Why need a heater when I have one now?” You poke his side. “You come over six out of the seven days a week. You should leave your apartment lease and just come live with me.”

“That would be nice, but Nico would bite my head off. He claims he’s strapped for money and needs a roommate to split the rent. But he’s always out at that one bar…”

“Well, looks like Wolfwood and I will be sharing a roomie.”

Vash reaches beneath his hoodie, fingers rubbing along your spine, lightly grazing his nails. Goosebumps rise on your skin, a shudder running through your body at the feeling before relaxing back into his caresses. Humming, you close your eyes, finally indulging in Vash’s love after a long day. It doesn’t get better than this. 

“You know the reason why I wear this hoodie every time I come over for the night?”

“Because you know it's my favorite~ plus it looks good on you. The color suits you.”

He hums. “It looks better on you when you have nothing on- hey!” you pinch his sides, ending his teasing. He exhales through his nose, collecting his thoughts, before continuing. 

“I wear it because it's stretched enough to fit us both. I don't even see it as mine anymore. It smells like me and you whenever I put it on.” You look up slowly, seeing his eyes focused on the screen behind you. Anytime Vash admits a tiny secret of his, one where he is obviously vulnerable and open with you, he finds it hard to maintain eye contact with you. He loves looking at you, taking in every curve and angle that makes up the face of the one he loves most in this lifetime. But seeing the way you look at him, with complete devotion and ardor, it's enough to make the man drop to his knees. It's hard to handle. 

You love it when Vash gets to be open like this. You love knowing he confides his feelings to you, even the ones he’s used to bottling up, especially ones connected to his past. Running all his life has led Vash to have trouble admitting any type of feelings. He was always forced to keep a smile on his face to hide any anger, sadness, frustration. Any sort of emotion that could lead the people around him to believe that he can live up to his nickname if pushed to extremes. You avert your eyes, giving a slight squeeze to his backside to let him know you’re listening. To give him time and space to confess what’s on his mind.

“I love that we can share moments like this all the time, but I wanna be able to feel you in these moments. Being able to physically touch you…it’s a privilege, Mayfly. I never had this before. I couldn’t, with how often danger followed me. I can’t imagine putting you in front of any bullets meant for.”

You sense his mind is taking a dark turn. In an attempt to pull him back to you, you recall one part of the sentence to him.

“Physical touch…hm. So that’s why you hardly ever wear shirts under your hoodies…”

He brings his hands up to cover his face, Vash’s muffled groaning sounding from beneath them.

“Sheesh, am I that obvious? Can’t fault a guy for wanting to touch his angel.”

It's your turn to groan. “Cheesy bastard…” you tease. It's your way of calming the fierce love blooming in your chest, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. Several beats of silence pass. Suspicious, you peek at him. He seems to be “watching” the movie. 

“...Vash.” you deadpan. His nose twitches, before he opens his eyes back up to watch the movie.

“Oh I like this scene coming up-”

“You liar! You fell asleep! I felt your breathing change.”

“Not true… I was just resting my eyes for a couple of seconds.” A fit of chuckles overtakes you both before you two burst out laughing. 

“I've been in a relationship long enough with you that I know exactly when you fall asleep. You can't lie to me.” His arms tighten around you before rolling you over, smothering you. You continue giggling as he lays a path of kisses up your neck to your face. 

“Can't hide anything from you! Plus, you're all warm now,” he sighs, ceasing his attack on you so that he lies his head down next to yours, content with feeling your heartbeat sync with his own, fully feeling connected with you.

“Vash, as much as I love our cuddling, I'm running out of air,” you wheeze.

Without a word, he rolls you two onto your sides, so that you can still stay cuddling chest to chest. You slump into the comfort of your pillow and his arms, closing your eyes as Vash intertwines your legs, pulling you impossibly closer. Your leg rests on his hip, finally hearing Vash’s evened and spaced out breathing hit your neck. Smiling, you lift the blanket over the two of you. 

a/n: oh to cuddle with vash...cries. part two will be out soon for this piece. it might get a lil...steamy. i'll link it here when i put it out! enjoy! muah x

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Makeup, Makeout—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Relaxing one night with Vash leads you to wanting to do makeup on him, and leads to more than you could have hoped for.

Word Count: ~2.1k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: modern AU, tension, teasing, some heavy making out, makeup, overall fluff

“Yo Wolfwood, you going anywhere today?” Vash peeked into his friend’s doorway.

“Want me out for a specific reason?” inquired Wolfwood from his desk in the corner of his dimly lit room, the only light coming from his computer screen as his lithe fingers danced over the keyboard, furious clicks sounding as he shot away at the enemy team. “Playing hooky? Thought that was my job.” With a quick glance, Wolfwood glanced at his blonde roommate, fidgeting with his vermilion hoodie, shrinking into the cotton material under his gaze.

Wolfwood snickered.

“They’re coming over aren’t they?” Vash sheepishly hummed at his friend’s guess, hinting to him that his guess was right as ever. Wolfwood sighed, pausing his game and removing his headphones so that he can turn to face Vash.

“Vash, when are you two going to finally date each other? We all can only handle so much pining between you two,” he said, referencing the times he, Milly, and Meryl all shared exasperated looks at the only two in the room that didn’t realize they had feelings for each other. 

“Give me a break? I don’t even know if they like me!” Vash groaned.

Wolfwood sighed. “Yeah yeah I’ll head out tonight to the girl’s apartment upstairs and give you two lovebirds your time alone.”

Living in the same apartment building as your friend group can really come in handy sometimes. You were more comfortable living with the girls, obviously, since they cleaned up after themselves and weren’t as noisy as the boys rooming a floor away. 

“Thank you…I appreciate it. It’s been a long week for them. They just wanted to have a movie night with me. No offense to you guys.” Vash chuckled, not blaming you for wanting to avoid the others, seeing as they were more…energized in their interactions half the time.

“Don’t sweat it. Already knew. Milly and Meryl texted me earlier inviting me to theirs so we could eat out at the new noodle shop since they said they saw how restless you seemed. We all know that means they want some alone time to recharge with their favorite person…” Wolfwood insinuated, winking at Vash. “Don’t have too much fun tonight.”

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“Can I give you a rocker look?”

“Huh?”

You and Vash were cuddled together on the couch, watching some seasonal movie on TV as the end of the year was finally upon you two. You felt extremely cozy, a large plush blanket covering your body, your arms wrapped around his middle, smushing your face into his shoulder as you peered up at him, his arm softly placed on your back. He could hardly take the way your eyes peered up at him. 

It had been rainy that day, thick fluffy clouds slathered across the sky, a cold that licked at your skin all day until the warmth that radiated from Vash chased away the chills you had. 

The boys’ apartment, although weirdly put together in their decorations, was welcoming. Vash’s plants lined the wall that welcomed in the sun’s rays the most, not a leaf out of place. Poorly strung lights were loosely strewn across the ceiling, illuminating the living room in a warm glow, reflecting off the group pictures hung on the walls. The sky peeking in through the blinds revealed that it was blue hour, a contrasting gloomy blue to the warm tones of Vash’s apartment. All of these components proved to be a perfect spell for you to fall asleep on his couch. You needed something to wake yourself up.

“Yanno. With makeup,” you deadpanned, as if it was the obvious answer to his bewilderment.

“But…why? We don’t have any makeup here.” Vash tilted his head to the side, looking more like a confused puppy than ever. 

“I think you got the perfect face for a rocker look.” 

You could never tell him that it’s because he was already gorgeous, you were just curious how much prettier he could be with makeup on. 

“Besides, I have my makeup on me right now.”

“...were you planning on this?” Vash teased, squeezing your sides as a toothy grin fought to crack his face. You squealed at his movements, sadly having to wrench yourself from his warmth. 

“No! Mmm… maybe… anyways! I thought it would be good practice!” With that, you got up and quickly gathered your supplies from your bag. Black eyeshadow and eyeliner, a simple look that no doubt will send you to your knees once you saw it on him. 

“Hmm, ok how should I go about this…” you looked around, first glancing to his bedroom wondering if the dingy light in the bathroom would be enough. Yet, he was much taller than you, so peering up at him would hurt your neck…

“Uhh, we could just do it right here, no? I mean, it’s comfortable,” Vash offered from where he lounged on the couch.

“I guess you’re right!” With that, you plopped yourself down. Only, you don’t know what got into you. Or how shameless you were in that moment. Well, with how you were seated in Vash’s lap, knees on either side of his legs as you rummaged around in your makeup bag.

Vash froze. He was warm before, but now he felt hot. He peered at you as you grabbed a makeup palette, opening it and looking at your options, oblivious to the effect you had on him. You were rambling about how you came across this look, seeing a tutorial online earlier in the day and feeling inspired to try it on him as the guy in the video had similar features to the man between your thighs.

“Ok, ready. Close your eyes for me,” you said, opting to use your finger for the black eyeshadow. Doesn’t need to be perfect. 

Vash rushed to close his eyes before you made eye contact, hoping you couldn’t see how wide his eyes became from your previous movements. 

You hummed as you gently swiped the pigment onto his pale complexion, perfectly content and focused with the task at hand. Vash fought to keep his breathing under control so as to not reveal how fast paced his heart was, the action proving difficult as he felt your warm breath swoop over his cheeks, the scent that is so uniquely you filling his nostrils, indicating just how close you truly were.

Vash felt you lean back, thanking the heavens he was able to get a second to clear his mind of you. This was short lived as he felt you lean back in.

“Alright, now I need you to open your eyes for me. I gotta do the eyeliner on your bottom lid.” Vash breathed, slowly opening his blue eyes to stare down at a spot on your shoulder, avoiding eye contact. 

“Heyy~ I need you to look up now.”

He looked up at the low hanging lights, choosing to focus on one bulb. You went to work again, slowly adding the eyeliner to his lower lids. You were nearly done with the second eye when a shuddering breath reached your ears. The haze in your mind from focusing on applying makeup cleared, a veil seemingly lifted from your senses. When had you gotten so close?!

Shit. Vash nearly made it through your routine, just up until you leaned impossibly closer to him. The moment the warmth radiating off your face connected with his, your chest flattening against his, he couldn’t help the staggering breath that left him. The position you two were in was becoming too intimate.

You took a deep breath before taking in the sight before you. Damn, you did a good job. The onyx pigmentation contrasted perfectly with everything that is Vash. His fair skin. His wonderfully blue eyes that were always regarding you with such kindness and reverence. He was a sight to behold. He was hot. 

Your senses were completely engulfed by Vash, your surroundings blurring. His light floral scent, his warmth that came from where you two were touching, his wet, slightly parted lips…his heaving chest… wait. What the hell is going on? 

It was finally then that you realized what you had been up to for the past five minutes. You were seated, too comfortably, in his lap. Your proximity to him could be labeled as promiscuous with how your thighs were hugging his.

“O-Ok, I think I’m done. You’re making me jealous! How dare you have better eyelashes than me. Anyway, you look really cool! Let’s go look in the mirror!” you rambled, reeling from your revelation. 

Get out. Abort. Move away, goddammit! You’re cutting it close! Your mind all but screamed at you.

You went to push away from him, but you found yourself not budging an inch. Confused, you looked down, seeing Vash’s lean arm grasping your back, keeping you close to him.

~~~~~~~

“You’re a coward.”

“Excuse you?!” screamed Vash, his words slurred as Wolfwood kept him upright on their walk home from the club.

“All that liquid courage and you didn’t make a single damn move on them?? No matter how drunk everyone in that club was, people could tell how in love you two were!” Wolfwood pressed.

The group had gone out on a chilly Saturday night, searching for a fun time, choosing to head into a local club, where they all got positively hammered. Everyone had several rounds of tequila, you and Vash taking the lead and stumbling on the dancefloor. The entire night, the remaining crew rolled their eyes at your blatant affection for one another. Your hands were around Vash’s neck, his hands protectively encircling your back as you two danced song after song, bodies closely swaying to the beat, in your own worlds until Vash had to run to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. 

“We were just dancing, like everyone else!” Vash yelled.

“If only you saw it from our point of view…prove me wrong. Next time.”

“Whaa…?” 

Wolfwood breathed a sigh of relief as they entered their apartment building. 

“Next time you’re that close to them, make a move. Normal friends don’t usually get that close to each other. Time and time again.”

Although Vash was drunk out of his mind that night, he managed to catch every single one of Wolfwood’s critiques. Wolfwood’s recommendation managed to lodge itself in the recesses of his mind. 

~~~~~~~

His pupils were dilated, probably matching the way yours looked at that moment. You shuddered as his hand slowly moved up to caress the back of your head. You didn’t dare move away this time. 

Make a move. Wolfwood’s words echoed once again in his head. 

Yeah, maybe I will. With that final thought, he closed the tiny distance you had created.

Warm. That’s all you felt in that moment. You had imagined countless times what it would feel like to finally kiss him, but none of your childish fantasies lived up to this moment. His plump lips were soft as they moved against your own, pulling gasps and full-body shivers from you. He angled both your heads, deepening the kiss. He groaned at your reciprocation, the arm around your waist squeezing you tighter against him, unknowingly brushing you against his hips. Your arms went to hug his shoulders at the same time his hand came up to carefully cradle your jaw, his thumb swiping across your cheekbones. You were panting into his mouth at this point, all oxygen leaving your body at the deep kisses he was giving you, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip as a heads up before delving in to explore and get to know a new part of you.

He’s gonna be the death of you.

He hoped you could understand him. In the kisses he gave you, he hoped you could hear his confessions of love and admiration he has harbored for you, his apologies for taking so long to give them to you. One day, he would say them out loud. Not today, though. What you both needed at this moment was each other’s physical presence finally molding and mixing together. 

~~~~~~~

3am. That’s gotta be enough time for those lovebirds. Wolfwood sleepily pondered, key turning in the lock to his shared apartment. 

"Let us know how they are! They haven’t responded to our texts for awhile now. That’s gotta mean something!" The girls’ voice rang in the back of his head. Crossing the threshold, Wolfwood’s eyes immediately fell on the pair on the couch. 

He snickered. You were in a peculiar position, arms and legs wrapped around Vash’s hips and waist, your sleeping face tucked into his neck, soft, even breaths occasionally blowing against the blonde’s skin. It was as if your unconscious body was unwilling to let go of Vash now that you finally had him. Your head failed to cover the circular bruises littered on Vash’s neck, your own neck mirroring his.

Vash shyly met Wolfwood’s eyes. Although the room was dimly lit, Wolfwood could see Vash’s face had been beet red.

“You two really are idiots.”

A/N: thx for reading! everything is crossposted on my ao3

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Repair You—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Just repairing Vash's arm. He might see it as more than just a simple act of service though.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Content: fluff, the whole gangs here, drinking, drunken and silly Vash, Wolfwood being a tease

You sat quietly at the hotel desk for quite some time now, feet swung onto the hardwood desktop while haphazardly leaning backward in the rusty old chair with a book between your fingers. The crew had gone out for another late-night drinking session, negating your pleas to rest tonight as the previous night's session had taken a lot out of you.

"You're starting to show your age there yanno" quipped Wolfwood as he slung his arm heavily onto your shoulders. He leaned in, smirking with downward-cast eyes as the lit cigarette between his lips swirled nicotine smoke around your persona, putting you in a heady yet annoyed space.

"Am not! You know we're both around the same age, right?” You swatted the smoke that crawled its way into your nostrils, but Nico paid no mind, only crowding closer into your personal space to hear the futile excuse you gave next. 

“It's just the hangover from this morning is still lingering. Maybe I feel it more than you since I out-drank your ass and you lost that bet when we were playing darts!" you teased as you wiggled your finger into his side. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, grumbling that you had cheated. 

A loud stomp could be heard from behind, and before you could turn to see who was noisily heading your way, a tuft of blonde hair and dazed blue eyes appeared.

"Mayflyyyy cmonnn you didn't spend enough time with me yesterday night!" A poof of his breath revealed that Vash had already started the night's festivities. You see the striped tie wrapped around his forehead. You chuckle.

Yep, he’s definitely a couple drinks in. 

Judging by how he had nudged his way between Wolfwood and yourself and sent a pointed glare toward the Undertaker, Vash was tipsy already. It was fun to see him tipsy when you were sober, as you were able to pinpoint the funny and affectionate little habits he threw your way, especially his small bouts of jealousy when Wolfwood became too close to you. He clung to your side as he batted his eyelashes, peering down at you with what could be described as the most endearing puppy dog eyes you have ever seen.

"Oh Vash, I did spend all yesterday night with you! You glued yourself to my side as if I was going to disappear! But you passed out on one of the tables before we left. That's why I played darts with Wolfwood." You giggled as you recalled Wolfwood begrudgingly carrying Vash back to your shared hotel room.

"Hey now you guys, let's just let them go back to their room. We can have enough fun here, right Milly?" drawled Meryl. 

"Yeah!! Let's get a round of drinks going again, everyone. Have a good night y/n!" shouted Milly in a warbled tone as she clumsily made her way to the bar, Wolfwood trailing close behind to ensure the tall girl didn't drop any of their drinks.

"Mmmm please don't go…" whimpered Vash as he tucked his head into your neck. "I'll miss you too much."

"Vash, angel, have fun tonight okay?” You whispered into his ear. 

“I'll be waiting back in the room. Plus, yanno what night it is?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly. Vash simply gave a slow blink.

 "Arm repair day~" 

Before the last word could escape your lips, Vash positively beamed at you, squealing in excitement before pecking your face and lips.

"Promise?!"

"I promise. I would never break our promise of these nights. Now go, I'll be waiting for you." You went to push him away as he kept planting wet, sloppy kisses against your cheeks, the skin flushing from his deep affections.

With that, you exit the populated bar, turning to look over your shoulder one last time as Vash bounds after the crew as they order another round of shots of a liquor you were too familiar with the night before. You groan, feeling nauseous at the thought.

You smile fondly at the memory that had played out only hours prior, ears perking up as several pairs of footsteps and giggling voices made their way down the hall. A loud thump could be heard before Meryl's quiet chastising ensued, warning the two to quiet down before they awakened the snoozing hotel patrons. Planting your feet down from the desk, you went to meet the crew in the hall. Swinging the door open, you were met with quite a chaotic scene.

Vash had Wolfwood's face in his hands, smooching faces being made as Wolfwood struggled to keep him at an arm’s length.

"Needle noggin I told you to quit it! I’m not your Mayfly.” Wolfwood perked up at the sound of your creaking door.

“Look! There’s your beloved Mayfly!” Vash whipped his head up, searching for you until his eyes met yours.

“Mayflyyy!” Vash pushed off Wolfwood and launched his body at yours standing in your shared hotel room threshold. You fell backwards with the strong, heavy weight of Vash abruptly meeting your ill-prepared stance, worrying you had hit your head on the dirty hardwood floors until you felt Vash’s warm fingers pressing into your skull. You sighed into his neck, wrapping your arms around him. Even drunk, Vash always prioritized the safety of your being. 

“You should’ve seen him. His last drink sent him begging to see you. He was in tears. I shoulda told the bartender to dilute that beer,” chuckled Meryl, a snoring Milly hanging from her shoulders. “Well, we’re gonna turn in for the night. Good luck handling the typhoon.”

“Thanks you guys. Mind shutting the door? I’m in a bit of a… predicament.” Peering down, you can see the content smile gracing Vash’s face as he rubbed his face into your shirt, inhaling the scent of you.

“Sure thing. Night you guys.” With that, Meryl shut the door.

“Hey Stampede, enjoying yourself there?” Vash groaned, pinching your side with the hand that was not cradling your head. 

“Yanno I hate when you call me that. Where’s my nicknamesss?” drawled Vash, sniffling as he peered up at you. You brought up one of your hands to tenderly caress his warm cheeks.

“Sorry my sweet angel~” you said in a lilted tone. “Thought you had forgotten all about me, and our designated nights.” Vash let out a loud gasp as he pushed himself so that he was sitting with his back to the end of the bed.

“Never ever! Look, I’m all ready.” Vash messily threw his red coat off, tugging his humanoid limb off and offering the piece to you. He seems to have sobered up quickly at the mention of what he had been looking forward to all night.

“What a good boy. Now go take a shower, you don’t smell like my usual Vash. I’ll get started on this.” Vash’s cheeks flushed an even darker pink at your praise, promptly hopping up and entering the bathroom, water and steam hissing from the gap under the closed door. You sat at the edge of the bed, tinkering with his arm with some tools you bought from a vendor many towns ago. You don’t understand why you love to do this for him. Maybe it's the only act of service you can do for him. Well, it’s the least you can do when he’s constantly laying down his life for you. 

Vash exited the bathroom, steam filling the hotel room. His gray, weathered sweatpants hung low on his hips, chest left uncovered so that you could trail your eyes down the many scars littering his skin. You can never get used to seeing him like this, quickly averting your eyes back to the task at hand, struggling to quell the blush settled now on your face. The sensation of the cotton cloth between your fingers gave your brain a distraction from the sight in front of you. You missed the teasing spark in Vash’s eyes as he made his way to you, sitting on the floor and pushing his back between your calves hanging off the edge of the bed.

“How goes it?”

“Almost done… just gotta polish it.” 

He hummed, tilting his head back until he was staring at you work. The cute crease you made in between your eyebrows whenever you were focused always had his heart twinge. How lovely it was to have someone take care of just one piece of him. Yearning for your attention after a long night without you, Vash turned his head to kiss the inner area of your knee. You giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“What’s wrong? You missed me that much?” You set the now polished arm on the bed, running your fingers through his coarse, soft blonde hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp. Vash hummed, his entire body slumping against the bed at your gentle caresses. 

“You have no idea…” Vash’s breaths began to slow at the feeling of your fingertips combing through his wet hair. What a strange sight to see when his hair wasn’t spiked into his usual style. The way his hair settled lightly over his eyes gave him an almost vulnerable, boyish charm, the urge to shield him and take him away from the world that hurts him constantly hitting you square in the chest. You took a deep breath, remembering that he would rather get hurt himself before seeing you attempt to protect him. Better to just ensure the arm that protected not only yourself and the crew, but also himself, was optimized at all times.

“Let’s get under the covers, I can feel how tired you are.” 

Vash progressively became heavier as a serene expression crossed his face, unfocused blues following your movements as you guided him under the covers, allowing his head to hit your chest, knowing he would appreciate hearing your soft, beating heart in his dreams. Vash’s last moments awake included him turning onto his side, arm wrapped around your middle, his legs interlacing with yours. The ensnaring warmth of him began to lull you to sleep, but not before you heard a quiet whisper floating upward from your chest.

“Thank you…” 

You didn’t need an entire sentence to read in between the lines, or rather, in between two words to know that Vash was not just thanking you for repairing his humanoid arm. With those last two words from him, Vash’s soft, even breaths willed you to sleep. 

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for reading my first piece of fanfic I've ever posted! Not usually a writer, so bear with me haha just doing this for fun. I just really love Vash so I wanted to add some fanfics into the fandom. Thanks for reading and hope for your continued support! See ya <33

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Crowd—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Summary: You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairing: gn!reader x Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Content: down bad reader and Wolfwood, mainly fluff, gets a lil cheesy but oh whale

A long day of traveling calls for a long lunch break, you and Wolfwood decide. Tucking yourselves into a restaurant at the edge of town, Wolfwood lets a low whistle out at the populated cafe.

“Just our luck to pick possibly the most popular restaurant in town when we’re starving.”

Your stomach grumbles aggressively at the smell of fresh food wafting in from the kitchen. Your nose twitches. Ahh, grilled Tomas. You cast your eyes to the menu hanging from the wall, immediately honing in on the longest description. You wanted something filling as a reward for the amount of steps you’ve accumulated for the day.

“Mind ordering me the Tomas Special? Gril-”

“Grilled with a side of hot sauce. Want some fruit juice too?” Wolfwood finishes. You smile at his thoughtfulness, nodding. 

“Exactly that. You already know me.” You pinch his side, Wolfwood yelping and jolting out of your reach. “I’m gonna go find us a table before someone takes our chance to rest our feet.”

“Don’t go too far, sweetness.” 

You wave your hand behind your back, focused on your search for a table. You find a tabletop outside, right beneath some fans. Perfection. You take a seat, watching as Wolfwood walks up to the counter to place your guys’ order. Your mind wanders, disassociating from your surroundings as you observe every detail that is Wolfwood.

His long eyelashes caressing his sternful eyes, the gentle slope of his bumpy nose, leading you to his plump lips forming the words of your order. You gaze down to his lean but broad shoulders that constantly tote the monster of a cross across his back, his long legs that are in a wide stance, demanding space and authority from those around him. Your eyes catch on his sturdy hands that quickly grasp the change that the cashier hands to him, pocketing it as he turns to look around the cafe.

You decide to toy with him for a bit, letting him look around for you. You wanted to continue your ogling a bit longer. His sunglasses are for once not obscuring his eyes, but instead hanging from his coat pocket. Wolfwood’s regal face is set in a way that the crowd flows around him, choosing to not get in the way of someone whose looks could kill. If you didn’t know him, you’d also avert your eyes. 

Instead, you lean your hand against your fist, softly smiling at the man you call your own. Whenever you are separated, you love to watch the people around Wolfwood as he searches for his other half. Wolfwood has a mission, and that is to be at your side again. 

“Why don’t you make it easier for me to find you in this hell? Raise your hand next time, sheesh,” Wolfwood admonishes you.

“That’s no fun, Nico. You look ready to murder someone if you don’t find me within the next minute, yanno that?” 

“So what I’m hearing is you do want me to put someone six feet under? Never took you to be violent, babe.” You shove him, only able to push him one foot away with how sturdy he is. If you didn’t know better, he let you push him so far. He chuckles at your antics. 

“Not what I mean! It’s just fun to see what you look like to other people when you aren’t looking at me.” He goes silent. You peer up at him, wondering where the usual witty remark is. You smirk at his pink cheeks. “Aw, is someone embarrassed?”

“Ugh, shove it.” He looks away, mumbling his next sentences. “Can’t fault a guy for wanting to look at his sweetness. You’re a sight for sore eyes compared to the uglies that wanna test me.”

“Ohh, so you’re calling me pretty??”

He rolls his eyes before looking down at you, lips quirked, silently answering your question. 

You laugh at how childish he acted early in your relationship. It took some time to thaw the ice that surrounded Wolfwood, ice that had formed as a result of a hard life that he rarely spoke of. So it was no surprise when it was hard for him to admit his feelings for you, especially such soft and tender ones.

He wasn’t familiar with the warmth he felt whenever you smiled at him, wrongfully diagnosing his racing heart as a premonition to some unseen danger in the area instead of feelings of love. That was uncharted territory for him. He was glad now that he could show you just how important you were to him. Now where the hell are they?

A sudden, melodic laugh alerts his senses to his right, eyes finally seeing a charming sight. His eyes skip over the mounds of heads that stand in the way of you leaning against your hand, a graceful smile painted across your face as you watch him. Your eyes are half-lidded, a serene yet distracted look hidden beneath your lashes. 

His heart stutters. He hates when it does that. He’d been trained ruthlessly to maintain an even and lethal composure in his day-to-day work by the Eye of Michael, but when it comes to you, years of training are forgotten. He knows the admiration etched in your entire body comes from watching his every move. It’s what he sees everytime you two look at each other. You look at him as if he was better to look at than the setting suns. 

Your smile deepens, eyes crinkling as you watch Wolfwood’s stony facade melt. He has never turned that predatorial intent on you, only ever offering you the soft, slight joy that is carved into his features when he sees you. 

His long strides carry him to you in no time, dragging his stool closer to your side. He sits down close enough that your knees touch, an affirmation that he is next to you. 

“You’re just never gonna wave me down, huh?”

“Nah, don’t feel like it.” Wolfwood hangs his head, sighing. A couple beats of comfortable silence pass. You blink slowly at the hustle and bustle of the cafe, watching customers waving their receipts at the waiter. Are they killing the Tomas out back? What is taking so long? You manage to hear one of the angry customers ask.

“You did it again.”

“Did what?” Wolfwood looks up.

“You walk around like you own the place. Hell, the whole town. People move out of your way. You got that much power without realizing it, Nico.” He cocks his head at you. Of course he doesn’t notice. “You’re scary. These people know without you even saying it that you can be a liability.” You let out a short laugh. 

“Hey, what’s the big idea? You just said I’m scary!”

“Yeah, but never to me. I know where your technique comes from.” He leans into your space now, eyes fully focused on you, gaze sweeping over your features. His fingers play with yours on the table, lightly lacing your hands together.

“Oh, you know me that well? I can say you don’t know the half of it,” Wolfwood brings his lips to your knuckles, grazing them softly. You recognize him trying to turn the tables, trying to steer you away from your analysis.

“Did you know you look at me as if I put the moons in the sky? Or if I was one of the stars decorating the night sky?” Your comparisons stem from the way that Wolfwood looks when night falls: peaceful. Almost glad that the darkness helps hide whatever burdens he still carries.

He brings your hand up to cover his face, knuckles now brushing his forehead. Maybe that was too poetic on your end. “I know without you even saying it that you love me, Nico. It’s written all over your face–is what I’m trying to say.” 

He rubs his forehead against your hand. “...maybe you do know the half of it.” A quick peck to your lips throws you for a loop for the first time that day. He separates only by an inch, ensuring that the next couple of words are for your ears only. “Let me say it out loud, then. I love you.”

“ORDER NUMBER 56 FOR NICOLE! GRILLED TOMAS SPECIAL AND A TOMAS BURGER!”

Groaning, Wolfwood’s head falls onto your shoulder. 

“That idiot of a cashier can’t hear for his life.” You chuckle, hand coming up to pet his hair.

“Whatever you say, Nicole. Now hurry up and get our food before someone snatches it.” 

With that, Wolfwood kisses the side of your neck before jogging to the counter. 

You rub where his lips were, heart racing. Damn him. He always manages to leave you speechless. 

a/n: yeah i needed to distance myself from my upcoming vash smut so woe wolfwood fic be upon ye

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Meet Cute—Vash the Stampede

Summary: A new town can be quite lonely by yourself. That is, until you meet someone new.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Content: fluff, modern AU because why not?, whole gang makes an appearance, slight angst (on the reader's part) just for a bit

As you walk along the populated beach, your sandals roll and scratch against the sand-covered pavement, scraping sounds echoing in your ears. The sun is slowly descending on the horizon, fluffy clouds strewn across the sky and painted in lovely shades of pink. Laughter and loud music boom from speakers around you, skaters and runners dodging your slow-moving figure as you look for a quiet spot to enjoy your sandwich and lemonade, water droplets sliding along your hand from your drink on this warm day.

The joyous environment doesn't entirely match how you are feeling on the inside. A new and prosperous job was offered to you sometime after graduation, but this required you to move away from your family, friends, and everything you knew and were familiar with. It was a new chapter in your life, and you knew it had to be done. Although, this big change proved to be not as great as you had hoped it to be.

Sure it might be hundreds of miles away from home, but I’ll finally be working a job I always wanted! I can always go to the beach after work! Always nice to meet new people.

You thought all this before you left, optimistic views of a new start to your life swirling in your head as you moved into your new apartment. But… things were not going quite so smoothly. Everyone at work was either older or too uptight for you to be able to call them a friend. Your neighbors hardly showed their faces. Homesickness was settling in and you were beginning to doubt your decision.

With a heavy sigh, you plop yourself down on the barrier separating the sandy beach from the walking locals enjoying the weather on the sidewalk. Crossing your legs, you bite into your homemade sandwich, spacing out as you peoplewatch. Nearby, you see a volleyball net, a team of four players playing a two vs two match. 

Must be nice. You thought, laughter erupting from the pair of girls on one side of the net, the taller one picking up the shorter one and swirling her around in victory. On the other side of the net, you saw a head of black hair buried in the sand, presumably from a missed dig. You watched as his blonde teammate laughed, hands on his knees. You couldn’t get a good look at what he looked like, as his muscular back was to you.

They seem like a close group of friends. Wonder how they got to know each other.

Turning away from the scene as the heaviness in your chest deepened, you gazed out at the deep blue waters, letting your mind flow with the crashing waves that came onto the shore.

“Wolfwood, no! Don’t hit it so hard, there are people around! Oh no… Watch out!” 

The loud, chastising voice barely reached your ears before a black and red volleyball entered your sight, hitting the sandwich right out of your hands. You gaped at your now empty hands. 

Frantic running could be heard as someone came near.

“I’m so sorry for that! Are you okay?!” 

You finally looked up, stunned immediately. 

Pretty… is all you could think as your eyes wandered around the stranger's face. It was the blonde guy laughing from earlier, only this time you could finally see what he looked like. Swimmingly beautiful azure eyes rivaling the beauty of the ocean past him stared apologetically at you, a small mole sitting right near the corner of one of his eyes. A metal hairband pulled back his blond hair, and freckles dotted his entire face and body, perhaps from hours spent on this very beach. From up close, you could see he was definitely…muscular.

I need to come to this beach more often.

“-and he just spiked it hard, I’m really so sorry. He can really be a sore loser sometimes.” His apologies finally reached you, pulling you from your ogling.

“It’s just a sandwich, it’s no big deal. I can help feed the local wildlife,” you giggled as a seagull squawked above you, signaling it had noticed the lost sandwich lying in the sand. “You guys seemed to be playing quite the match over there. Who’s winning?” you teased.

The blonde blushed, adding to the pinkness already on his cheeks from the exertion of the game. “I’d rather not say…”

You closed your eyes as you cackled at his embarrassed display, missing the way his blush deepened. He didn’t even say anything that funny…have I really had not that much human interaction lately? You swiped at your eyes, peeking at him with one eye. 

Cute… he thought.

“Where are my manners? My name is Vash!” he extends his hand for you to shake. You grab onto his hand, noting the rough callouses on his fingertips and palm. Somehow, his touch managed to be soft and warm other than that. 

“And the idiot that hit the ball over there is Nicholas, the tall girl is Milly, and the shorter one is Meryl.”

You introduce yourself as well, giving his hand a light squeeze back as he holds onto your hand a beat longer than normal. His mouth tasted the syllables of your name as he echoed it back to you, grinning as he liked the taste of it on his tongue. He could get used to saying that. He pulled away after, huffing a laugh as he looked away. 

You quickly glanced around his shoulder, giving a quick wave to his friends, the girls enthusiastically returning the greeting while the tanned male gave a quick nod.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. We usually come every other day when we can so I’m pretty familiar with the folks here. I think I would notice someone as lovely as you.” Vash noted. 

“I’m new in town, actually. I just came out today to enjoy the weather and have a little picnic with myself…” you reply, choosing to ignore his final remark to save your wildly beating heart. You don’t usually like someone this quickly, but Vash seemed to have an energy that drew you to him the instant you met. 

I want to get to know him. A small desire in your heart made itself known.

“Is that so? Why alone? An evening like this is wonderful when you have friends to enjoy it with… or a partner…” he pried.

“Haven’t gotten that far here yet,” you smiled wistfully, twiddling with the lemonade cup in your hand.

“Tell you what, let me take you to one of my favorite sandwich shops on the pier one of these evenings. It’s the least I could do after we ruined your picnic,” he offered, a nervous smile etched on his face, scared of your rejection. 

“I’d like that.” You smiled, staring back at his fidgety gaze, noting how he carved a path all around your features, taking them in. If you had looked up a second later, you would have missed the way his eyes held a subtle admiration. He finally met your stare when you caught him looking.

“Yay! Ok, I’m so excited, here let me give you my phone number-”

“Oi! Blondie, quit flirting!”

Vash visibly flinched, thumbs freezing over your phone screen. Both of your faces felt hot.

“Sorry about him. Yeah, gimme one sec!” He yelled back. 

He paused as he handed your phone back. “Come join us.”

“Oh, are you sure? Your friends wouldn’t mind?”

He shakes his head, offering his hand again to pull you from the barrier. You take his hand and hop down, yet he doesn't take his hand away. “It’s only right. I ain’t leaving you alone after we ruined your evening.”

“Vash, you really didn’t-” your sentence is cut short as Vash begins to run, pulling you with him.

“Hey guys, let me introduce you to my new friend!”

Your heart tightens, only this time it feels lighter and warmer. The sun begins to dip below the horizon, lights turning on along the pier.

Friend, huh?

A/N: I think meeting him for the first time would be so neat :)) anyway reblogs/comments appreciated!!

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Jealous—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Jealousy goes both ways.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: jealousy, tension, teasing, flirting, alcohol, drinking, Jealous Vash, Jealous Reader, maybe a lil toxic but this is for fun, suggestive at the end

Both you and Vash were barhopping for the night. For fun? You wish. You were “on the job” as you liked to call it–looking and prodding drunken town goers for clues about a regional criminal causing havoc, enough trouble to make the locals forget their usual paranoia about a certain Humanoid Typhoon. Their tipsy personas were enough for you two to coax out any gossip that has been floating around the tiny cliffside town, the interviewees temporarily forgoing their constant state of anxiety to let slip some clues with the help of the liquid courage pouring from the barkeeper’s shelves. 

“Two shots of your most valuable whiskey, sir. Been a long night.” Of absolutely nothing. You drop your head into your hands, palms digging into your eye sockets. What you would give to just plop down in the motel bed, snuggling into Vash’s chest for the night. You peep through your fingers at him, sitting pretty in the corner with the flirty town baker. A sharp pang shoots through your chest. Well at least someone seems to be having fun. 

The baker starts cackling at something Vash had joked about, slapping his shoulder to show her appreciation for the banter. Vash looks in your direction, almost feeling your envious gaze, smiling softly and winking as if to say “hang in there.”

“Two whiskeys.” The loud clank of the glasses hitting the dingy wood brings your focus back to the man in front of you. 

You let out a low whistle, appreciating the tiny shot glasses in front of you. “Right on time, barkeep. Have a blessed night.” You throw a couple of double dollars down for the man to grab, downing one shot, your hand going for the second one, ready to get your investigation going again when you see a hand cover the glass. 

“Seen you floating around here tonight. Don’t seem to be having the best time, though. Mind if I change that?” comes a smooth voice. You glance up to see a charming man, recognizing him from earlier in the day at the general store. You couldn’t forget how he had looked at you, completely ignoring Vash as you paid for your transaction, his eyes roaming your face gracefully, focusing on your lips whenever you spoke. Vash had simply huffed and moved closer to you. 

The same hazel eyes were on you now, sparkling this time with what you have no doubt is the liquor flowing through him. Now, any other time you would have immediately shrugged off the advances of a drunk with the mindless excuse of being here with Vash; yet, now that said man was having his own fun, you decide to try your hand. Besides, the general store employee was easy on the eyes. You lay your hand over his own, making sure it was in Vash’s line of sight before responding. 

“Been tough to. You know how it is, especially with the threat of that criminal on the loose in the next town over.”

He chuckles. “Let me put your worries to ease, darling. Saw him earlier today and can confirm he’s just another hotshot who runs his mouth. Get a bunch of those through my store. Nothing ever comes out of it.” He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the knuckles. “He’s been drinking my store dry in that hotel at the edge of town anyways.”

You pretend to look down your shoulder at your remaining shot, playing smitten. You peek at Vash from the corner of your eye, noticing the deep frown on his face as the chatty baker recants some boring story probably, not seeing that his focus is now on you. 

“Isn’t that the perv from the general store?! Why is he in your personal space??” Vash thinks, stopping himself for a second. He’s had a couple drinks, so he may be a little irrational at the moment. “Get yourself together, you hypocrite. You have a girl that isn’t Mayfly grabbing your arm right now, so they can do whatever they want. This is just detective work-” Vash jolts straight out of his chair, his rational thoughts coming to an end when he sees that pervert kiss your hand.

He could let slide the flirty way he interacted with you earlier at the store. Sure, it’s understandable. His Mayfly of course would catch the attention of anyone with eyes. They’re an absolute catch. However. Touching the skin that he touches, kissing where he kisses every night, ensuring that you feel the love that he feels for you through his hands worshipping every inch that is you? It’s enough for him to cross the room in several strides with his lean legs. No way is he going to let a random taint what is his. He doesn’t have the privilege to touch the spectacle that is his Mayfly. 

Feeling the vibrations of a certain someone’s boots coming closer to the bar area, you sense that your time of fun has ended. You have what you needed anyway. Quickly, you drink your last shot, hissing at the slow burn making its way into your stomach. You now need it for what’s coming next.

“Thank you. You definitely helped my night get better,” you manage to say, watching the man’s eyebrows screw together in confusion before a red coat effectively cuts you off from him, replacing the man’s hand with his own, holding it in a firm hold.

“Hey! I remember you from earlier! You were pretty quick at the cash register back at the store.”  Now you were given the blessing of Vash’s possessive gaze, heavy with unbridled frustration and desire. “I see you found my Mayfly. Whew, I’ve been looking all over for you, my lovely.”  He turns back to the man, giving him a tight smile before departing, dragging you along with him out into the open night air.

You walk in tense silence, rounding the last corner to your motel when he stops and pulls you into an alcove.

“Was that all really necessary?” he questions, his jaw clenching. He’s pissed.

“You have your ways, I have mine,” you quip, refusing to look at him. He huffs at your response.

“The baker girl? Mayfly, really, I was just trying to find answers. And score us some free donuts in the morning! I didn’t expect her to be so touchy.”

“Well I didn’t know this guy would do what he did-” 

He slams his hand into the wall, making sure it was far enough away from your head, but still caging you in. You hear brick crumble to the floor from the impact. 

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you. Or touched you. I just don’t like the idea of anyone else but me touching you because I don’t know what their intentions are. How am I supposed to protect you in time when they’re so close to you?” he growled out.

Now you feel guilty. Maybe you went a bit too far. 

“Sorry…”

He sighs, placing his gloved hand on your cheek. “No, I’m sorry too. I could have pulled away sooner from the baker. All of that was too much.” You nod, acknowledging his apology. 

His face quickly becomes stern again, his hand dropping to grab yours.

“Let’s head inside, I’m going to replace that pervert’s touch with my own.”

“I didn’t get to tell you that I know where that criminal is!”

“That can wait till morning. I have more important matters to tend to right now.”

You may have bargained for more than you thought tonight.

a/n: i wrote this in one go so kind of word vomit? idk it came to me in a dream so i needed to belt it out. love the idea of vash just being a lil jealous. he deserves to get upset from time to time

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Longing—Vash the Stampede

Summary: As a bounty hunter, you've lived a lonely life. That is, until you met Vash.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Content: kinda angsty, fluff

Solo traveling the world of Gunsmoke was familiar to you. As a bounty hunter, it was a known lifestyle. A preferred one. Chasing criminals for the monetary prospect meant you had to be ready to up and leave at a moment's notice, especially if you acquired a hot lead from the locals. 

This meant you had to live and travel alone. It made things easier. But still, there were cons to it. You had no one to talk with, laugh with, hell, even share a bed with if you were thinking romantically. You had gotten used to holding a pillow or blanket in your sleep, mimicking what it would feel like to hold someone to make a night’s rest pass easily. 

As you rested your feet atop a chair at your table, you swept your eyes over the rim of your drink, attempting to be discrete as you looked for your current bounty: Wild Rick. A filthy scumbag known for upselling stolen alcohol to thirsty locals. He had the chance to be a hero with his slick skills, instead opting to bargain for the highest price with a desperate citizen. Your lip curled at the thought.

The baker in town had tipped you off about the scoundrel you had been after, alleging that he saw Wild Rick head into the local bar. No doubt looking to steal some fresh bottles of liquor.

“Do you have any good alcohol in this joint? I can tell you diluted this gin!” You turned to look towards an angry man causing a scene at the bar, a disgruntled bartender staring right back at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about bud,” the barhop said. The man reached across the countertop to grab the bartender’s collar, pulling him in. 

Now, you know the alcohol was diluted, but you couldn’t be bothered. Everyone in town was trying to make a living somehow, especially with the town’s plant going through some trouble. The water wasn’t coming out clean anymore, the town resorting to shipments from a town far away, the shipment often taking weeks at a time. Everyone was on edge, angry, and desperate for some relief. The room had gone quiet, customers looking on with bored expressions, nobody making a move to stop the altercation. As the man kept yelling in the bartender’s face, you spotted a shiny gold tooth peeking past his curled lip, the same tooth that’s been described to you by the military police. Bingo.

“Let me back there so I can find some real alc-” you had crept up behind the man, silent,  grabbing his hair and slamming his head down onto the countertop, effectively stunning him. 

“Think you should let go now, bud. I know who you are. Everyone knows you as Wild Rick, famous for being a petty thief and vendor. This is it for you.”

Rick coughed a laugh, spitting out his gold tooth onto the counter, blood pooling out the corner of his mouth. 

“Is this all you do? You think this bounty hunter life makes you hot shit? Running after lowly criminals like me? I bet you have nothing waiting for you back home, or wherever you stay. That’s why you have this life–to add some spice to your life. No one can love you, goody-two-shoes. You always go with the wind, slipping through towns that won’t remember you, faces and people that you won’t remember and that won’t remember you. I can smell it on your ass.”

He grinned up at you, acting as if he won this fight. Maybe so, with the way you stiffen at the thief’s words, clenching your jaw as he hit the nail on the head. You barely stay a night in the towns you come across, finding it easier to forget the sights of families and couples laughing in restaurants and bars, leaning against each other as they indulge in their daily habits. 

What you would kill for to have that comfortable life. To forgo your career as a bounty hunter. But you still have nothing waiting for you back home. No one to welcome you home.

You reach for the gun strapped to your hip, lifting the butt of it into the air and striking it against his temple. He gasps out, slumping more into the counter before you haul him up by his elbow, pulling him out the door to head to the police station.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re thrown in a cell. Say all you want, Rick, but count your days under the sun over. It would be easier to get rid of scum like you-”

In the moment your thoughts were becoming venomous, you caught sight of something red out of the corner of your eye. You immediately turned to look that way but saw nothing. 

That lovely shade of red pulled at something in the corner of your mind. You felt displaced in that moment, as if you weren’t in the present. You could feel simmering memories conjured up from that one glimpse, blurred, hidden from you. You felt warm suddenly, not a warmth you often felt as you walked under the suns. A warmth that bloomed from a feeling you couldn’t quite place, a feeling you had not experienced. This warmth was something you could only imagine people felt as you observed the happy families and couples in town. 

You stopped, your eyes becoming blurry. Reaching up with your free hand, you wiped at the wetness, staring down at your fingertips as the feeling only intensified. You gasped for air, grabbing at your shirt, trying to will this feeling away.

The material you were clutching seemed to breathe, the actual warmth of it seeping into your bones. You startle awake when you feel something wet touch your forehead. You open your eyes to a dimly lit room, the only light coming through the windows from the two moons. Your breathing is fast, uneven, as you come to terms with your nightmare. You clutch your eyes shut, hoping to bring yourself back to the present. You hadn’t felt loneliness like that in a long time, forgetting how empty you felt in your daily life.

“Mayfly…what’s got you so frightened?” Vash whispers, barely audible as if he was afraid that asking any louder would scare you back into your nightmare. His fingers pet your head, lips coming to kiss the crown of your head again.

Your arms hug Vash closer to you, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Those lonely nights were past you, you tried to remind yourself. Vash was here, holding you back nearly as tightly as you were. One of your legs is thrown over his hip, the other trapped between his own. You curl your body further around his, then peer back up at him, wetness hugging your bottom eyelid.

“It’s nothing now,” you smile wistfully. You bury your head back into his neck, breathing in his natural scent. You feel his heart pulse beneath your lips, beneath your chest, and allow that beat to will your own heart to stability. 

Images flash through your mind. The day that you met Vash. 

On a particularly hot day, you found shelter in the local bar. Three drinks in, you definitely could tell this bar did not dilute their liquor. You chuckle darkly, that thought reminding you of the past week’s struggle with Rick, bitterness filling your body as you remember his speech.

“No one can love you.”

To spite him, you decided to extend your stay, trying to prove to yourself and him that you can stay in one place longer than a day or two.

You gulp down your drink in one go, your world swaying as your eyes follow one figure donned in a black turtleneck, bobbing about the bar as he laughed with the locals, checking in with everyone with flushed cheeks. You could tell he had indulged in a couple of drinks as well.

You felt drawn to him for several reasons. You could tell from your short time in the bar that he was kind, well-mannered, and always willing to help others and ease angry bar-goers from fighting one another. There was another reason, but your mind was too slow at the moment to think of what it was. The blonde met your eyes from a table in the corner, you quickly averting your eyes, feeling caught red-handed from following him around the room. 

You felt his presence over his shoulder before he spoke. “Hey there stranger. Drinking all by yourself? Why don’t you come join us over there? We’re gonna play some cards.”

You chuckled before glancing up at him. Your breath caught in your throat. He was prettier up close, and those damn orange glasses did him dirty in hiding those bright blue eyes that tracked your every move. 

“Uh, no that’s alright. Just came in to hide from the suns, yanno…” you trailed off, feeling shy from his unwavering gaze. He sighed. 

Nice going. He’s probably going to walk away now. You just lost your chance at getting to know the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

A loud scraping interrupts your train of thought, looking over in time to see him pulling out the stool next to you.

“Ok! Mind if I join you for another drink?” He waved down the bartender, ordering another round for you both. 

With that, you got to know the kind stranger, laughing loudly at his stories until you had tears in your eyes, the rounds of drinks you two flew through affecting you both. With each round, you two got touchier, a hand on his knee while his prosthetic arm was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you from falling off the bar stool. You two were caught up in your own world, his fingers from his other hand twiddling with your own, interlacing your hands together. 

“Yanno, I feel like I’ve known you forever! But you still haven’t given me your name. I feel like I should know now, especially with the way you’re holding me,” you clutched at his hand, giving him your best pleading eyes, pouting and begging him for this little piece of information.

“Hmm, let’s just keep that a secret for now,” Vash winked at you, feeling a rush of heat to your face. A loud commotion behind him draws your attention, two men cackling as they tussle near the front wall. Their movements lead you to stare at the bulletin board behind them that hosts all the current bounties. One catches your attention… one that displays the same dazzling expression that’s in front of you right now, the same face that’s attached to the man holding your hand. You feel yourself sober instantly, smile falling as you stare at him.

“Vash… the Stampede…” you manage to whisper, seeing Vash’s blue eyes widen before seeing the red of his signature coat fly over your head and block your line of vision. 

“Hey! Wait!” you shout, hands swiping until your vision returns as you see his coat whip out the door. You feel your feet moving before you register what’s happening, lungs heaving with the effort to keep up with the $$60 billion double-dollar man. You have never ran after a criminal this hard, not just because Vash is slippery, but because you feel that if you lost him, you would never feel the same way with someone the way you felt back in the bar. You had felt light, carefree. Warm.

“Vash, please wait!” you cry out, desperation cracking your voice. You hear a stumble, a crash, and a groan from around a corner. You come whipping around it, finding Vash’s feet sticking out of a pile of trash bins.

“...are you ok?”

“You’re not gonna turn me in?” comes Vash’s muffled response, before his head pops out, orange glasses atop his blonde hair, no longer obscuring his eyes. You see the sadness, the exhaustion clear in them. You sigh at him.

“As much as I would like to get that amount of money in my pocket, I don’t feel like it. Today, at least. Now come on, get up.” You extend a hand out to him. It is way too early to clarify why exactly you don’t want to give him up. You want to let yourself be selfish for once. To keep something for yourself. Isn’t it time you let yourself have something good? Vash may have a bounty over his head for crimes that are unforgivable to most, but after spending the day with him inside that bar, you began to separate him from those rumors. No way can the man in front of you commit crimes like that.

His face lights up, sliding his hand into yours. You feel jittery from your shared skin contact. 

“Let me properly introduce myself.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, only lifting it up to his lips as he places a soft kiss against your knuckles. “My name is Vash.”

You indulge in the softness of his lips against your hand, heart fluttering gently in your chest before answering him.

“Y/N.”

-

You close your eyes at the memories of your first meeting, smiling to yourself. Those nights spent alone, cold and unforgiving as you grasp at your pillows, hugging them closer. They all led to this moment where you can hug Vash, a living, breathing being, closer to you.

No one can love me, huh Wild Rick?

You feel Vash’s lips press against your cheek, nose, and then lips, reminding you of his concern. You kiss him back slowly, indulging in the open affection he always shows you. Separating from him, you move back to your previous position, nuzzling his neck again.

You exhale slowly, dispelling the old longing from the innermost part of your being out into the night air.

“It’s nothing now that I have you.”

A/N: and it was all a dream... lol kinda but not really. thanks for reading y'all hope you enjoyed this one. went the angsty route a bit but wanted to lead up to Vash being a bright light in the reader's life... as he is for all of us i bet

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Drive—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

drabble: riding passenger seat while Wolfwood drives gives you a front row view of how he handles the wheel of the car.

content: 525 words. a lil thirsty, wolfwood's hands, wolfwood is always a tease to me, nothing explicit just some thirst

a/n: something something wolfwood's hand. i thought about this while i was driving and just had to get it out of my system lmao

Riding in the car with Wolfwood is always…something else. His driving is smooth, don't get him wrong. Although, he can’t know that for the sake of your sanity. He would brag about it for days until you contemplated jumping ship. No, riding in the passenger seat can be such a treat. 

You were supposed to be looking at the paper map in your hands to determine which direction Wolfwood should be driving to get to the next town, but your eyes were certainly not on the map. 

Your eyesight instead was glued to Wolfwood’s hands on the wheel. The way his tanned hands caressed it, lightly grazing the edges with his nimble fingertips, suddenly gripping the wheel to swerve out of the way of a half-buried Wam. 

The strength in his hands was shown in the way his veins were accentuated, his sunkissed skin pulled taut from the force in which he was gripping the wheel. The muscular cords in his forearms flexed as he wrestled the car back into a straight path, returning to his relaxed position as his fingers lightly drummed against the wheel to a tune you could not place. 

You’ve seen him manhandle the Punisher, slinging the hefty cross all around his body as if it weighed nothing. Yet, he handled it with such grace that you could’ve believed the steel weapon was made from scraps of cardboard he had found lying around, sliding his hands up and down the cross as if he were worshipping the very thing that brought so much destruction when in use. However, seeing his hands stroke a circular piece of a rusty, old car also did things to your mind and body you hated to admit. 

If he handles objects like this, how would he handle-

You struggled to swallow the lump in your throat, a dryness not caused by the sweltering heat of the two suns in the sky. Letting your imagination run wild like this was not helping, especially since you were stuck in a car with him for who knows how long. You force your previous thoughts to sizzle out into nothingness, willing the phantom touches of tanned, sturdy hands across your body to dissipate. You shift in your seat as you take in the sight in front of you one last time, peeling your eyes away before he could notice. 

Too late. 

“Know where we’re headed? Or did you enjoy looking at me more than that map in your hands?”

“Asshole,” you tsked, heat blooming across your face as you throw the map up in front of your eyes, obscuring your reddened face from Wolfwood’s eyes.

He peeked at you from the corner of his eyes, chuckling darkly. He was up to something.

His right hand moved from the wheel to the gear shift, grazing two fingers over the stick, rubbing and encircling the roundness at the top before gripping it. Your eyes didn’t miss his sudden movements, teeth clenching at the subtle, obscene gestures. 

“Whatever town we’re headed to, I hope the hotel patrons won’t mind us for the night.”

The undertones of his statement had your eyes widening.

“...right.”

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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.

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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

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❀Trigun Masterlist❀

*written pieces will be gender neutral, unless noted otherwise*

reblogs/comments always appreciated!

~UPDATED: April 30th, 2024~

Fics (>1k words)

~Vash x Reader

❀ Repair You

(SFW | 1.7k) - Just repairing Vash's arm. He might see it as more than just a simple act of service though.

❀ Meet Cute

(SFW | 1.3k) - A new town can be quite lonely by yourself. That is, until you meet someone new.

❀ Makeup, Makeout

(SFW | 2.1k) - Relaxing one night with Vash leads you to wanting to do makeup on him, and leads to more than you could have hoped for.

❀ Just Cuddling?

(NSFW, 18+ MDNI | 1.3k ) - It's been a stressful day for the both of you, so you decide a nice cuddle session would help. Plus, maybe giving Vash a handjob.

❀ Longing

(SFW | 2.3k) - As a bounty hunter, you've lived a lonely life. That is, until you met Vash.

❀ Sleep Date

(SFW | 1.2k) - Most of your and Vash's dates consist of getting cozy beneath the covers.

❀ Jealous

(SFW | 1.3k) - Jealousy goes both ways.

❀ Pierced

(SFW | 1.2k) - How did Vash get that hoop in??

~Wolfwood x Reader

❀ Crowd

(SFW | 1.5k) - You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

Drabbles (<1k words)

~ Vash x Reader

❀ My, What Beautiful Hair You Have!

(SFW | 0.7k) - On a boring Sunday, you decide to get Vash's attention through some head scratches.

❀ Happy New Year

(SFW | 0.8k) Bringing in the new year with that special someone

❀ Sweet Dreams

(SFW | 0.9k) - Falling asleep on Vash.

~ Wolfwood x Reader

❀ Drive

(SFW | 0.5k) - Riding passenger seat while Wolfwood drives gives you a front row view of how he handles the wheel of the car.

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Happy New Year—Vash the Stampede

summary: bringing in the new year with that special someone

content: 830 words. fluff, some drinking, teasing vash, the gangs all here

a/n: happy new year yall! lets celebrate the new year with some vash kisses

new years eve. you didn't think it possible that you and the crew could actually catch a break to embrace the festivities but here you were. vash had recommended this quaint little bar he often visited over the years as he weaved through countless towns.

a lively band played in the corner, an upbeat melody sweeping everyone on their feet and onto the dancefloor. you sipped on a cocktail in the corner with the girls, chatting and giggling as the alcohol took effect. your eyes searched for your partner, spotting him standing opposite of nicholas, the latter wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned in. vash looked down, almost as if in thought, before glancing sideways at you over his shoulder. a shudder ran through your body at the look in his eyes.

what's he thinking?

"-and that's when i decided to throw caution to the wind and swing on the guy!" milly drunkenly blabbered, head slamming onto the table right after.

"milly, you didn't do that. you cried yourself to sleep one night because you accidentally stepped on a tomas' foot. anyways we were there. y/n, don't you remember that day?" 

you giggled at meryl's slurring. "c'mon meryl, let's humor her for once and just accept-" 

one second you're staring at your friend's pouting face, and then the next your whole world goes black and an enveloping warmth covers your mouth. you barely get a chance to recover and realize what's happening when the feeling passes and you see meryl and milly's aghast faces. 

you cover your mouth, shooting your gaze upwards to find vash smiling down at you, pink dusting his cheeks. 

"we have two more hours left till the new year mayfly. expect the unexpected." he winked at you, leaving you with that bit of advice before walking back to the bar. you hadn't revealed to the group yet that you and vash had become a thing. to be fair, it was just last week that he confessed to you. 

"and you weren't gonna tell us?!"

….

throughout the night, just when you relaxed from vash’s first kiss, your world would fade back into darkness as vash would come back in to steal your breath away, but only for a second. you were beginning to feel on edge, heeding his previous warning.

still sitting in the booth with the girls, you feel hands slither around your neck, before they tilt your head back. you catch a glimpse of vash’s quirked grin before he seals his lips against yours again.

"so you're not gonna tell me what you're up to? i mean not that i'm complaining, but still." you asked after he pulled away.

he only chuckled before extending his hand out to you. 

"wanna dance again? I gave you a long enough break. we have a couple more minutes before the countdown." he wiggles his fingers, inviting you along. you sigh teasingly, sliding your fingers into his palm, before he hoists you up and onto the dancefloor.

his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer as your hands fall around his neck. the band’s music entrances the horde of people on the floor, nicholas and the girls following after you two to dance. vash’s face comes to rest near your ear.

"left you wondering why i kept kissing you tonight?"

"it was a surprise, a nice one, but maybe we should've told everyone we were a thing before you came to smash your lips against me." you tease your finger into his side, eliciting a boyish laugh from him that rang into your ear.

the band abruptly ends their song, before yelling out to the crowd.

"alright everyone, the new year is upon us, so grab that special someone and saddle up! don't get too graphic though, no one wants to see that. go across the street to the inn for that. count with us now! 10! 9!-" every person in the bar is on their feet, glasses raised, and voices chanting the countdown.

you feel vash squeeze your sides, begging for your attention to be back on him. you peer up at him, both of you saying the last couple of seconds together.

"2! 1! happy new year!" confetti explodes as screams fill the air around you. none of that matters. all that matters is vash closing the distance between you two, only this time he indulges you in a kiss that lasts more than a second. he pulls back slightly, nuzzling his nose against yours before saying a number. you quirk your eyebrow at that. 

"were you counting? the number of kisses i gave you signifies this new year, a year i get to spend with you." you blush at his words, heart fluttering. 

"let's keep the number going, for all the next couple of years i want to spend with you, vash." 

you see several emotions swim in his eyes before he's leaning back in.

"happy new year mayfly."

"happy new year vash."

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