#it had to be done his name is wolfwood

[renardsruses]

Say, say, my playmate, won’t you lay hands on me

[pastelhooman]

[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]

"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."

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A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.

"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"

"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.

Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"

the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.

"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.

Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.

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[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[angelltheninth]

…could we mayhaps get a sex pollen fic for the trigun boys x reader, separately, cause now those other ones you posted have that on my mind 🙏🏻👀💖

I can do that! Haven't written Trigun in a bit.

Pairing: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, feral sex, sex pollen, being shy, holding back, breeding kink, teasing, cum marking, biting, possessiveness, dub-con

A/N: If I needed to be in this scenario with someone I'd pick Vash.

VASH

Poor Vash was so confused when the sex pollen hit you both. His cock got hard in an instant, he was entirely too hot and too shy to ask you for help. There was also the issue of you being unable to keep your hands to yourself and seeking release. Vash tried to ignore all the sounds, which proved futile because his cock demanded attention, it demanded your warm pussy to sink into. Would it really be okay? Mind you if you tell him yes he won't hesitate any more.

NICHOLAS

He knew what this was although he was largely uneffected because of the experiments he went through. Horny as he was you were even more so, very much to his amusement. All it took was you spreading your legs and showing him how wet you were and he was pounding your needy hole into oblivion. You were even more sensitive then usual, not just to his touch but also his words. So open to his suggestions, gladly taking his cum in all your holes.

MILLIONS KNIVES

Knew right away what was happening. You didn't. You were scared but you trusted him. He promised to make the emptiness go away. For as long as he was alive he never lusted for anyone so much, he had a few women here and there but he never felt such an urge to breed with one before. His cock pistoned in and out of you while his teeth kept biting at the base of your neck, marking you. That wasn't all though, he plunged his fingers into you when he was done breeding you, and with cum on his fingers spelled your name across your back.

[lno-x]

What about character design in Tristamp?

A person had a question for me, what is it about character designs in tristamp? It's like Vash from Tristamp and Vash from Trimax/98 adaptation are COMPLETELY different characters, and my answer to that is: they are REALLY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS, and I'll explain why right now.

To begin with, I would like to note that I have a great deal of trust in the Orange studio and its co-founder, Eiji Inomoto. Orange is one of the best CG studios in Japan, known for such acclaimed adaptations as "Beastars" and "Land of the Lustrous". These are not just some studio, but a really big guys, and by big I mean that Inomoto's experiments with the frame rate in the film adaptation of Lustrous at one time were a revolutionary thing in animation, which was picked up by the animators of the spiderverse and then that's all led to the beloved dynamic animation of the "Puss in Boots" sequel. I mean, these are THAT big guys. I'm not talking about the fact that Inomoto boosts the development of 3D in the anime industry as much as possible and literally shits from a high bell tower on the fact that everything is spitting with 3D animation purely out of principle.

Okay, the studio is cool, it is unlikely that they will make a bad product, we figured it out, but what about the designs? They don't even look like themselves! Vash does not look like a mop at all, he has lost his leather pants and berets, and looks like some kind of sucker in sweatpants and a windbreaker, and Meryl gives the impression of a schoolgirl who has strayed from the school excursion, instead of the stately lady in caprons, as we used to seeing her. Only Wolfwood hasn't changed much, except that he doesn't know how to tuck his shirt into his pants and has undergone whitewashing (which, by the way, I'm not ironically upset about). So, is that mean designs is bad as hell? Nope. Just because things look different doesn't mean it's inherently worse. Again, remember that tristamp is a REMAKE, and their task is not to stupidly repeat the same thing, but to breathe new life into the franchise, looking at it from a different angle. And I think they did a FUCKING GOOD job on it.

In interviews and at conventions, director Kenji Muto and producer Katsuhiro Takei have repeatedly said that they are big fans of the original manga and the film adaptation of 98, but it was important for them to touch and reveal those aspects of the story that their predecessors did not reach their hands on.

That is why, despite the fact that the Tristamp is very close to the original source (manga), the studio plays out many details differently or even saves them for later, so that the audience can fully experience the development of the characters. Therefore, in Tristamp, everyone looks much younger than their previous versions and / or very different from them.

The easiest way to prove this, however strange and unexpected it may seem, is by the example of Meryl. In the manga and anime 98, we immediately see her as a stately lady with a bunch of derringers under her cloak, but they don’t tell us how she came to this and what led to this. Yes, there is literally a page in the manga about some colleague who told her about self-defense and sort of taught her how to shoot, but finally he is drawn on one frame and, in general, we don’t give a shit about him.

While in Tristamp, this colleague has a name and is one of the most main characters - this is Roberto. Throughout the series, he acts as Meryl's senior mentor, protecting her whenever possible and pulling her out of trouble by the scruff of the neck like a kitten. That is why she looks so youthful and charmingly stupid compared to her previous version. Throughout the series, she literally hits herself with her heel in the chest, saying I AM!!! MERYL!!! STRIFE!!! I AM NOT NEWBIE!!! while Roberto calls her the same way, ignoring all her protests in this regard, and I think this was done for a reason. Specifically, in Tristamp we see her almost in the past, when she has not yet learned to protect herself and be fully responsible for her decisions, although she is very eager to do so. Although Roberto is a character, for the most part he is still a crutch and trigger for the development of Meryl. Through his death and the transfer of HIS gun to her, we see right before our eyes how she changes and from a shy "newbie" turns into the confident Meryl Strife. And after the timeskip, they generally show us the scene of exactly how she becomes the senior and takes Millie under her wing. And by the way, her image visually changes too.

I repeat once again, there was no such development of the character of Meryl in the manga, in the 1998 film adaptation nether.

Orange build her development completely differently and in their own way, despite the fact that she, in fact, is the same Meryl Strife no less than other versions of her. She just a little different character, which goes to the image already familiar to us, passing through kind of other events

The same thing happens with Vash! At first, he doesn't look like himself at all, but towards the end, we see how he takes on a more recognizable image. I think that in fact by the second season they will all mature and look much more "canonical", this can be seen from the concept art but in general

Tristump characters go a different way and get a different development, as happened with Meryl above, therefore, I I think we should perceive them rather as completely different characters that have common roots

And by the way, the studio Orange discussed everything very closely with Yasuhiro Nightou (author of the manga) and he gave her green light and creative freedom, because he saw how reverent people are about their job and want to develop the story. He even drew his and studio designs together!!!

All in all, the tristamp designs are really quite different from the original, but I don't think that's a bad thing, as the studio does it purposefully and cleverly to give them the development that the manga or the '98 film adaptation lacked.

Again, this is my personal opinion, and it’s worth notice here that I’m far from being an old fan and I flew into the fandom just a month and a half ago, so the character design initially did not cause me rejection, like many old fans.

But in this tirade, I tried to be as objective as possible and describe what was what, thanks to come in my ted talk

[trigunwritings]

Bad Habits (and Dutiful Husbands)

Rating: General

Relationships: Fem!Reader/Wolfwood/Vash

Summary: Vash and Wolfwood have to take care of a job, but their thoughts are still with their wife.

Written by @blood--hunter

Note: Reader is referred to as wife and uses she/her. Various pet names are also used through the writing.

The lighter sparked to life with only one flick. Wolfwood sighs in relief, lifting the small dancing flame to his cigarette as if it were as delicate as a butterfly. Just as he’s about to cup his hand—mostly out of habit— around the end, there is the sound of a gunshot.

In the same breath that the bullet meets his cigarette, Nicholas lets out a sigh. He had known it was going to happen, but it was still an annoyance that made his teeth grind.

“Seriously?” He asks, flickering dark eyes to the man walking towards him. Vash was dressed in his usual red coat as always, blond hair waving gently in the desert wind. “You couldn’t even let me have one drag?”

Though his gun was nowhere to be seen, Vash was the only one stupid enough to literally shoot something out of Nicholas D. Wolfwood’s mouth and not expect any consequences or accidental injuries.

“You heard the little lady.” Vash said, taking the final few steps to stand before his husband. “No more smoking. It’s bad for your lungs!”

Nick gnashed his teeth again, leaning against the large, cross-shaped gun that was behind him. Vash was, unfortunately, right. Their wife had strict orders for him not to smoke anymore largely out of concern for his health. He hadn’t the heart to tell her that his newfound powers would keep anything like cancer at bay, instead acquiescing to her and Vash’s whims than try to make the argument.

“Whatever,” He spits, turning his eyes to the ruined, ramshackle house before him. Within was hidden the Glass Gang, known for burning down any town they went through and turning the sand itself to glass in their wake. They preferred fire as their weapon of choice, and there was a bounty on them that could cover the bills for months. “At least I didn’t show up late.”

“Aw, c’mon, I just got a little held up.”

Wolfwood didn’t comment—with Vash, the excuse was probably literal.

He hoists his gun onto his shoulder, letting it sit there as he sauntered to the front door.

“Hey,” the man said, banging loudly at the door that held on by barely one hinge, “Come on out!”

“Could be a little more polite.” Vash sighs, but he stands there regardless, hovering over Nick’s shoulder like a worried hen.

Ever since they’d gotten married he had started doing that. He did it to their wife too, hovering, fidgetting, worrying about their health and how they felt. It was Vash’s way of showing how he cared, so Nick allowed it, and sometimes—only sometimes—he even found it cute. Their wife had told him that he needed to accept some things, like people caring about him, when they got married. Her words rang in his ears in moments like these.

It’s because he loves you, Wolfwood. Let him.

“Ain’t commin’ out!” A voice finally rings from inside.

He sighs. Sometimes he wished he’d just picked a different profession. Maybe being the town preacher would have been better, but it never really stuck and—if he were an honest man—he preferred sticking to Vash’s side. Otherwise, their wife would have done it and he didn’t think he could bare being the one at home taking care of things while she and their husband was out earning money.

Vash pipes up before Wolfwood can think of anything to say. “We have donuts!”

“Really?”

Nick raises a brow, looking to his husband. Vash is subtly shaking his head no.

So, it was a lie, then.

The voice inside responds all the same, “Then I guess I will!”

Nick has enough forethought to leap away from he door, grabbing Vash by the edge of his sleeve and hauling ass. Just as they get clear the slab of wood is kicked open— a burst of flames taking up the space where they had just stood.

Vash whines from beside them as they hit the sand. He looks over his shoulder to see a tall man—taller than even Vash— standing in the doorway. The gang-member held a huge flame thrower in his hands, complete with a large tank attached to the back of it, probably filled with some sort of fuel.

“What? No donuts for me!” The man says, a wide, hungry grin on his face, “Or are they all burnt?” Nick rolls his eyes but Vash chuckles, even if it is a little awkward.

“So,” His husband speaks from beside him as they both stand, dusting themselves off. “No way we can convince you to just turn yourselves in?”

“‘Fraid not.”

“Well, that stinks.” Vash sighs, “And here I told my wife that I wouldn’t get into any trouble today.”

“Our wife,” Wolfwood corrects, expression straight and unwavering.

The gang-member’s face crumples in confusion and discuss. “Your wife? What kind of woman would marry you two assholes?”

Nicholas lifts the punisher, taking aim for the tank of fuel, but Vash stops him with a firm hand on the end of his gun.

“Now, now, no need to go insulting us.”

The man chuckles. Nicholas’ frown deepens. One more stupid word and he was going to be eating lead.

“Nah, I won’t insult you anymore. But I am gonna make your little lady at home eat your ashes!”

He lifts his flame thrower. Vash dodges out of the way, rolling to the man’s side while Wolfwood goes the other way both of them are flanking him but as they get into position gun fire erupts from the house. The rest of the gang was joining the party.

Fine by him.

Wolfwood strafes with the weight of his weapon on his shoulder, letting bullets strip through the house’s walls. He knew Vash didn’t want anyone killed, and he didn’t want to disappoint his husband, but it was better to lay down covering fire and risk maiming someone than get killed themselves. Their wife would never forgive them if the both of them didn’t come back in one piece.

Vash, for his part, acclimates quickly to the new scenario and moves to be behind the large man. Unwilling to fire at—what seems to be—their boss, or to get hit themselves, the gang-members stop firing, probably to attempt to repossession themselves.

Their leader growls deep in the back of his throat, trying to swing around to set Vash ablaze but Wolfwood’s husband is too fast, and manages to stay behind him as he swings from side to side.

“Get back here you little freak!”

“No thanks! I don’t wanna end up roasted!”

“Fight fair damnit!”

“Nope!”

As the two of them continue to bicker, Wolfwood makes his way into the house. There are five other gang members and all of them are scrawny, hungry men who aren’t very hard to take down now that their cover is gone and their boss is preoccupied. After tying them up with rope as one big group he emerges from the house again.

Vash has his hands raised, a simpering smile on his face as the boss points the nozzle of his flame-thrower at the other man.

“Got you now!”

Wolfwood sighs, rolling his eyes. “When are you going to stop playing with him?”

The boss smiles wide, eyeing him. “What? So you want me to roast your husband right in front of your eyes!”

“Wasn’t talking to you.”

The man’s face crumples in confusion, but it’s Vash who speaks next. “Oh, I was just gonna let him get this out of his system first.”

With a click the gang-member attempts to light his weapon. Then another click. And another.

Click. Click. Click.

It’s only now that he realizes the tank of fuel is long gone, Vash having gotten rid of it long before Wolfwood even went into the house.

“W-What?!”

“Sorry buddy, couldn’t let you go around setting people on fire!”

Before the man can say anything more, he’s on the ground and his hands are tied behind his back.

Another long breath leaves Nicholas and he grabs for his cigarettes without thinking. He barely has time to put it in his mouth before a gunshot rings out, knocking it away once again.

“God damnit blondie!”

“Hey! Wifey’s orders!”

[icyowl]

Idk if your taking request if not discard! lol but uh >< could we get some Vash & Wolfwood A/O/B head canons? What do you think their second genders would be? and how would they be w reader?

A/B/O Headcanons (Vash, Wolfwood)

Pairings: Wolfwood x reader, Vash x reader

A/N/: always up for ABO. Always.

As my bio says, I'm not open for requests per se, but if an ask strikes my fancy, I might get inspired!

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WOLFWOOD

An alpha through and THROUGH

very growly. It's deep and slow and rumbly and he loves using it on others or using it on you and catching you off guard. He smells the effect it has on you through your scent glands and his eyes key in on the tiny shaking it puts in your knees. You alright there, ankle biter? Lookin' a little unsteady he says with a wicked grin. Even the cigarette bounces with mirth.

Whatever class Wolfwood was going to be, the experiments done by the Dr. turned him into an alpha. It's done on purpose because alphas are more goal-oriented and driven, and because its pretty easy to keep them in line with a steady dose of hard-core suppressants. Getting Wolfwood to detox from them was definitely an exercise in building trust. The ensuing rut you had to help him through was. . . intense, to say the least.

Puts out his cigarettes when you're around. Just because he can cancel out the ill-effects by drinking his vials doesn't mean he has to subject you to it.

Say his first name nice and softly with some of those omega hormones pushing out into the room and watch his whole shoulder line gradually slump until he's putting his head on your shoulder and licking the oils from your scent glands.

Look, its fact that at some point he will use himself as a human shield to keep you safe because, again, he's got those vials to help him recover. The first time he got, for all intents and purposes, murdered in front of your eyes was a horrifying experience. Even after he'd made a full recovery (another mildly disturbing moment when he seemingly came back from the dead just as quickly as he joined it), you'd lost many nights worth of sleep. When he found out, you had a long discussion about his ready-fire-aim tendencies.

It came as no surprise you began to have nightmares. Try as he might, he wasn't good at consoling you at first. It took time for Wolfwood to realize slapping you on the back like some bro and telling you the vials taste like candy wasn't the way to make you feel better.

Has gotten your group thrown out of a number of establishments after holding a man at gunpoint for so much as flirting with you. Very clearly used the moment as an excuse to show off in front of you.

Definitely gives you the talk about worrying about yourself before others or before you make stupid choices that might put you in harms way. Gets you a gun of some kind, something manageable, and maybe it won't obliterate some of the things that are coming after you but it'll give you a chance to get away or at least buy time until he can get there.

“Whatever Blondie does, you do the opposite, you hear me?”

Also chew you out if/when you put yourself in danger. Doesn't matter why. He'll get in your face and yell and interrupt you at every turn. “I don't care that you were saving some kid! Drop kick him out a window for all I care! The next time you do something like that, I'll kill you myself!”

Loves showing off your relationship in front of others. Favorite thing to do is, whenever you go to sit by him in a public place, his arm snakes around you (whether its your arm or waist or a part of your clothing) and simply yanks you to his lap.

This man. This man would not touch a healthy relationship with a ten-foot pole. Like, we can agree his most stable relationship is with his gun, right? So totally expect him to be a little lost when it comes to taking care of you emotionally. It never occurred to him how many days had passed without him scenting you; just figured you were dealing with something or had a change in hormones when you began to smell sour.

On your end, you're freaking out. There has to be a reason why he's not doing it. Is he over you? Do you smell bad? Is something going on in his life you don't know about? Is there someone else? How do you bring it up without sounding accusatory? Should you just drop it?

When you finally lean in and just go for it, fisting his shirt and burrying your nose under his chin, nestled right up against his pulse, and purr, he does nothing for several seconds. Meanwhile your heart is skittering wildly. What you don't realize is you've positively short-circuited this poor man. Could his heart always beat like this? So fast, so erratically? A low rumble escapes him and encases you in an embrace.

He realizes this is the first time he's ever purred.

VASH

could legit be any class. I'm sure most of y'all see him as an omega, but for funsies I'll make him an alpha for a change!

Like, come on, you can't tell me those canines from the last episode scream anything else but alpha. Plus, we all know how determined he can get. Just imagine that you're the one he can't turn his instincts away from, you're the one that makes him feel the most like a regular person, you're the one that elicits such a visceral reaction from him.

Three words: PRO TEC TIVE. If you got with him hoping to break him of his savior mentality, you've gotten with the wrong person. His habits include but are not limited to: keeping watch every time you sleep (even at the risk of his own lethargy), repositioning you to where he perceives to be the safest spot (picking dining tables closest to an exit, putting himself between you and strangers, ensuring an unobstructed path to you and his gun, etc.), scenting your clothes every morning before you wake to keep other alphas from bothering you, smiling in such a way that he shows off his canines to anyone that bothers you, and coming up with lame excuses to get you away from anyone that bothers him. Vash is mostly polite about it, but you know what't up. Nuzzle into him and watch him melt into you and purr gently.

Yo his glyphs pulse when his alpha instincts come to the surface. Defending you from another alpha? Needing to scent you to feel calm? You got him riled up? All those will do it and its sometimes been a close call to hide it from strangers. You love it when it happens in the dark of a room and he literally lights up the space.

Seeing you in his jacket sends a shiver up his spine and makes his pupils expand considerably. He's soooo attentive to you. The slightest change in your scent due to your emotions — whether they be fear or jealousy or loneliness — and he's on you, nuzzling into your scent glands to try and calm you and offering to get you someplace private for a scenting session. Don't be surprised if he completely ignores your protests and excuses the two of you from the rest of the group.

One time he was so caught up in the moment of battle, so fearful when he saw a gun aiming for your chest, that his cybernetic hand grabbed for your arm and yanked you aside. It almost hurt him as much as if you'd been shot when he realized his fingers left dark bruises on your skin, and he'd carelessly flung you into a bookshelf where you'd knocked the back of your head against the corner, causing wet blood to rush into your hair and face.

He refused to touch you for days after that. Thankfully, in the dead of night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, you found him leaning bodily against the wall at the end of the hallway, resisting his hormone-fueled delirium on sheer willpower alone, and were able to convince him to give in to the bond. Oh how he wanted to scent you and be scented, how his oil glands wetted themselves feebly, desperate to touch your scent glands. You had enough when he tried to escape you again; one gentle press to the gland on his wrist and he finally gave in — pupils expanded, eyes glossed over, canines descended. Vash pinned you against the wall, chuffing and nuzzling while you tried to keep your head on straight. His pheromones were positively overwhelming.

Vash reverently touched the bandage on your head and the bruises on your arm, apologizing with whines and whimpers. The poor man could hardly speak with the hormones buzzing through him, but he tried to convey the pain he felt at hurting you, even unintentionally. You soothed the guilt with gentle words and a steady stroke to the gland on his neck.

Because of his biology, he has a very unique scent. It's clean and fresh and everyone takes notice. You've had to fight off a few omegas during your time together. My man's totally clueless.

Like, he can smell you're frustrated, but why? Those ladies were just helping him get directions to the next town? Oh, they were holding his arm as they pointed to the horizon? He never noticed. They were just being nice. Why were you glaring at them? Whatever the reason, he can tell you need his pheromones and floods the space with them accordingly.

Sooooo hesitant when it comes to marking you, or really even allowing his mouth anywhere near your supple skin. He doesn't trust himself not to lose control or get carried away. Vash knows what being bound to him would mean; the danger, the running. To him, it's no different than painting a bullseye on you. It takes time, and a lot of trust and coaxing, but eventually he gives in to the trance tugging at his brain. Eventually, he gives himself over to it. His nibbling teeth and laving tongue don't leave your skin for some time.

[peachy-posy]

Ride This Out - Vash x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: After putting yourself in a dangerous situation, you and Vash have one of your first major arguments.

A/N: Third Trigun fic, woohoo! This was my first time writing something with the 98 versions of characters specifically in mind, so I hope everything feels in character! I tried my best hehe Last chapter will have smut (my first time writing any hhhh), minors DNI!!! Cross-posted to my AO3 <3

Chapter Tags: Established relationship, canon-typical violence, minor violence/injuries, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3.1k

Traveling with only men is decidedly… not very fun, in your opinion. At least not the ones you're with. You lean your head in your hands, listening vaguely as Vash and Wolfwood argue between themselves in their good-natured, but annoying way. You tuned them out about half an hour ago when the conversation started heading in that argumentative direction. 

You miss Milly and Meryl. When the boys start debating and arguing, the three of you have your own conversation, laughing and joking with each other. The insurance girls had been sent to a neighboring town several days ago, promising to meet back up with you three in a week or so. That day could not come sooner. 

Your eyes, which have been glazed over for some time now, focus as Wolfwood huffs, leaning back in his chair. Vash does the same, but you don’t feel any real malice between them as usual. Seems like they are finally done. 

You glance over at the blonde, feeling his turquoise eyes on you.

“Everything okay, Mayfly?” He questions with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand. 

You smile, even as Wolfwood groans something to the effect of ‘Oh, here we go.’

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just thinking about Meryl and Milly,” you answer, prompting a bright smile from Vash at the mention of the two girls. 

“Aw, what, we aren’t fun enough for ya, sweetheart?” Wolfwood asks, his tone teasing. 

You glance at him tiredly. “Unfortunately not. Sorry.” 

He feigns hurt, over-exaggerating his reaction. “You wound me!” Vash chuckles to your side, and you share an amused smile with him. This ramps up the theatrics from the preacher, and he looks at Vash. “How can you lie down and take this? You’re included in that statement, you know.” 

Vash shrugs, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Your heart flutters at the action. 

“Oh, please. Get a room,” Wolfwood remarks. You can’t help but snort, even as Vash puffs up. 

As he begins to reply, gunshots echo from somewhere outside: perhaps near the town square. You jump, slightly surprised, and Vash’s hold on your hand tightens as he hears shouting from outside. 

You know what comes next. 

Wolfwood grabs his Punisher, stretching casually as he stands. Vash stands as well, walking over to you briskly, kneeling at your side. He takes you by your shoulders, locking eyes with you, and calls your name.

“You’ll be okay on your own for a bit, right? Don’t come out unless one of us comes for you.” 

“I know the drill, Vash. Be careful,” you reassure, giving him a quick kiss for good luck. He smiles against your lips, able to get lost in the moment, but only for... well, a moment. More gunshots and screams ring out, and he stands up with renewed urgency, meeting Wolfwood at the entrance with long strides. 

Vash glances at you one last time before exiting. You blink and the two are gone, leaving you behind in the old tavern. The few patrons that were there as well had gone to investigate the commotion, leaving you alone. 

You sigh, unwanted frustration with your situation bubbling up in your chest. Unfortunately, it’s like this all the time. After all, you aren’t some incredible, talented gunslinger. You’re just a healer in love with one. 

You slowly stand up, leaving the table you three had been occupying, scrutinizing the room for a good place to hide. After a few minutes, you find yourself a nice little spot behind the bar. It’s not necessarily perfect, but it’ll do. 

You lower yourself to the floor, preparing yourself for the waiting game. You wonder how long it’ll take for them to come back today. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? An hour? 

You hear more gunfire and shouting in the distance, and you try your best to ignore it for now, despite the uneasiness settling in your chest. There’s nothing you can do for anyone until the danger is over. You know that this general course of action is what is safest for you. You hide yourself away, waiting for the ‘all clear,’ then tend to any and all wounded people who happen to get caught up in whatever happens, a reassuring smile plastered on your face all the while. This is how you do your part in the small group you’ve found yourself in. 

It also allows Vash to not be worried about your safety while actively dodging bullets. 

You’d worked in a small clinic before meeting the Humanoid Typhoon what feels like ages ago. Your role as a doctor’s assistant made you happy at the time; it made you feel fulfilled and helpful. And it still does! 

That said, you sometimes find yourself wishing that you could protect others the way Vash and Wolfwood can. Not that you want to throw yourself into the fray of battle, but you hate feeling so… useless at times like this when the fighting first breaks out. Weak. Like something that needs to be tucked away and protected. 

Vash adores that you are a healer. He’ll sometimes sit with you on quiet nights, his fingers rubbing affectionate circles into your hands while he holds them, saying that your hands were made for saving people. You tell him that his hands were too, but he denies it every single time. He says his hands were made for violence. For destruction. 

You couldn’t disagree more. 

Not when you see all of the good he does, protecting those around him with the very hands he swears will bring destruction to everything they touch. 

You are startled out of your thoughts by the sound of a bullet ricocheting particularly close by. You hold your breath, trying to gauge how far away the person who fired it is. You can hear voices in the distance that sound closer than wherever the main incident is. You bite your lip, considering if you are hidden well enough. Slowly, you begin to notice the sounds of… crying? 

You know Vash doesn’t want you to put yourself in harm’s way, but what exactly would looking through a window do? Besides, the crying sounds too much like a child for your comfort. 

You rise slowly from behind the bar, finding your resolve to investigate. Making your way over to a nearby window on light feet, you carefully peek outside. At first, there is nothing that you can see. Suddenly, though, a small child running down the street comes into view. He’s crying, dust coating his hands and knees. He’s bleeding from a few small cuts that you can see from your current view of him, but otherwise seems physically unharmed. 

You gasp as the boy trips, tumbling hard into the dusty ground. He sucks in a sharp breath, bottom lip wobbling. In the blink of an eye, four men concealing their faces with bandanas are upon the boy, one of them grabbing him roughly. 

The child shrieks, thrashing in the man’s hold. To your horror, another one of the men points a gun at him. He can’t be more than five years old. The sight of it makes you nauseated. 

“You’re gonna regret running, you damn brat,” one of the men rasps angrily at the sobbing child. 

“Bring him back to where the other townspeople are. Make sure you don’t lose any this time,” one of the other men orders. 

“G-got it,” one of them replies nervously. 

“If it happens again, it’s your head.” 

It seems like this gang took some hostages when they got here, and this boy escaped. You can’t let them take him back. They don’t seem to have any issue shooting him, as you heard that gunshot earlier as they chased him. Your hands are trembling and clammy, but you know you have to do something. 

But with what? You don’t have a weapon. You desperately look around the tavern, and your eyes land on a knife and empty bottles. Acting quickly, you grab one of each, a messy and dangerous plan forming as you go. 

All you have working for you is the element of surprise. You can’t fight, but you know where to hit someone to make it count due to your medical training. You just hope you’re fast enough. 

You look outside once more, and you notice that two of the men are gone. The other two that remain are talking to one another for the time being, distracted. One holds the child in a punishing grip, surely causing bruises to form on his small wrist. He's wailing in earnest, despite the captors' barking at him to quit. 

It’s now or never. You open the door as quietly as you can manage, gripping the bottle. You’ll have to hit one of the men as hard as you can in the head with the bottle, then use the knife you’d pocketed to strike the other. Your plan is to slash the ligaments behind the knee, immobilizing the person. The bottle isn’t very ideal, but you’re worried your lack of skill with a knife will cause you to accidentally lose the weapon in a body if you try to use it for both men. 

Unfortunately, you know your plan has little chance of success. Once you attack one, the other knows you’re there. Your best bet is to incapacitate the one holding the child first and to assess in the moment if you can deal with the other. There is a large chance you’ll just have to grab the kid and run as fast as you can, hoping you find Vash or Wolfwood if you make it to the town square. You look down at the threshold of the tavern, trying to will your legs to move forward. Your body is frozen, unable to walk outside. 

Suddenly, one of the men turns on his heels, striding back down the street where they originally came from. That gets you moving. 

You hide yourself behind the door hastily, praying you haven’t been spotted. Several terrifying moments pass where you wait for them to descend upon you. You can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your head, throbbing in anticipation of the worst. 

The attack never comes. They haven’t seen you.

You can’t believe your stroke of luck. You may actually be able to pull off incapacitating a single person, even with your limited capabilities in combat. 

You carefully set the bottle on the ground, reaching for the knife you grabbed. You peek around the door, eyes finding the man and boy immediately. The man is yanking the child, trying to get him to cooperate. His back is towards the tavern. 

You grip the kitchen knife firmly, trying to control your shaking hands as you emerge from behind the door. You approach as swiftly and quietly as you can, soon finding yourself within striking distance of your target. 

Just slash the back of his knee. He shouldn’t be able to chase you if you tear a ligament. 

Steeling yourself, you aim for the back of the man’s knee, slashing with as much force as you can muster. 

You know you succeeded when he howls in pain, immediately letting go of the child and grabbing his knee, falling to the sandy, dusty street. He is bleeding, gripping his knee tightly, and he turns to look at you with a shocked glare, his eyes filled with malice. 

You drop the knife in shock, your bloody hands making you nauseous. 

Time to go! 

The child is pale, shaking like a leaf as you scoop him into your arms. The man shouts from the ground, and you see him start fumbling around, looking for something. 

“Get back here! You bitch!” 

You turn on your heels, sprinting as fast as your legs can go. You hear a deafening gunshot, flinching as a bullet hits the dirt nearby. You realize that he had been trying to get his gun, and unfortunately for you, he found it.

He shoots again, but you have already begun weaving as you run, hoping to throw his aim off. The child is clutching onto you fiercely, burying his head into your shoulder. More bullets hit the ground around you, and your heart is hammering wildly in your chest. As you turn the nearest street corner, you find yourself shocked and relieved your plan is working. You just might actually be able to save this child. 

Your thoughts come to an abrupt, violent halt when you notice a dark blur in your periphery. A man slams his gun into your head with a snarl, and you are thrown towards the ground. On your way down, you attempt to shield the boy as best you can, wrapping your arms around him tightly and trying to absorb the shock of slamming into the ground. The breath is knocked from your lungs as you collide into the street with a groan of pain. Your head is swimming, but you unwrap your arms, trying to sit up as quickly as possible and get the boy to his feet. He seems relatively unharmed, but terribly shaken up. 

“Run! Now!” You scream, and he thankfully listens. 

He darts off, right as the man reaches you. You see him start to move after the boy, but you lunge for and grab one of his legs, causing him to stumble with curses spilling from his lips. He whips his head down to look at you, and you do your best to not recoil from his gaze. 

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” He scowls, kicking you off him. You gasp, hitting the ground once more with a painful thud. Your ears ring, and your vision is blurring. 

“Just who do you think you are?” He kneels in front of you, gripping your shirt’s collar and yanking you up. You whimper in pain, your head throbbing as he jostles you. 

“I hope it was worth it. You can take his place.” 

“I’m not scared of you,” you lie, managing to catch his eyes. Truth be told, you're terrified. But you’d never tell this scumbag that. 

He lets out a low, threatening laugh. Chills race down your spine. “Oh, you aren’t very smart, are you?” He laughs again, gripping your collar tightly. “You’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet. I’m still deciding. How about I rough you up a little till then?” 

You feel the burn of tears in your eyes, and blink quickly to dispel them before they can form. You refuse to cry in front of him. 

You desperately hope the boy is safe. You’re so close to the town square. Vash and Wolfwood should be right near here. 

Through your blurring vision and pounding head, you see the man rear his hand back. You shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself. 

Instead of feeling the collision of his hand, you hear a sharp intake of breath. You crack open your eyes hesitantly, vision blurring. 

Your breath is pulled from your lungs, tears of relief flowing immediately. Because even with blurring vision, you are able to recognize the long, red coat blowing in the wind. Standing behind the man who tackled you is Vash. He’s holding the man by the wrist, and he looks furious . 

“Vash,” you breathe out, voice trembling. 

The man drops you from his grip, and you fall into the ground, immediately using your heels to scoot away from him. After blinking several times to focus, you take a good look at Vash. You’ve never seen him so angry before. The hand he’s using to grip the wrist of your assailant is trembling with restraint.. 

“I-I know you! You’re Vash the Stampede!” The man realizes with wide eyes, his face pale. 

Vash says nothing, his eyes narrowing. The man continues his nervous rambling. 

“L-look, I didn’t… we didn’t know you were here. If you want this town, it’s all yours. We’ll leave.” 

You hold your breath, watching to see what Vash does next. Your heart aches for him, knowing that he is bothered by the rumors that precede him. That said, that infamous reputation is pretty convenient right now. 

Vash uses his gun to knock out the man without a word. He immediately goes limp, crumpling to the ground as Vash releases his wrist. You release the breath you’d been holding, noting the pain in your head and body, but mostly feel great relief. Vash’s gaze remains trained on the unconscious form before him, his expression complicated. Several beats of silence pass, and you feel yourself becoming slightly anxious. Why hasn’t he said anything this entire time?

“Vash?” You call hesitantly, voice quiet. 

Your voice snaps him out of his daze. His eyes flicker up to yours, relief washing over his features as he races forward, throwing himself on his knees in front of you. 

“Oh Mayfly, god, look what they did to you,” the words spill from his mouth as he holds you in a bone crushing hug to his chest. 

You let yourself be cradled in his arms, disappointed slightly when he pulls back after a moment. He looks pained. 

“Your head,” he murmurs, hand gently reaching for your temple. You hiss when his fingers graze the throbbing, painful area. He retracts his hand, the blood on his gloved fingertips making you realize you’re bleeding. 

“I am so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he whispers, holding you close again. 

You furrow your brow and shake your head, trying to ignore the dizziness it causes. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was my-” 

The words die on your tongue as you hear a familiar voice chattering animatedly around the corner. Both you and Vash turn to face the noise, seeing Wolfwood strolling around the corner of the building nearby, holding a child in his arms. You feel the tension drain from your body fully at the sight of the familiar little boy unharmed. 

You hastily stumble to your feet, trying to get over to him, doing your best to ignore the dizziness that overtakes you from the sudden movement. Vash scrambles after you, holding onto you as you sway. 

“Easy, easy! I think you have a concussion,” Vash implores, but you press forward stubbornly. 

The child sees you, squirming from Wolfwood’s grasp to reach you. With dried tears on his face, he looks up at you with big, worried eyes. You feel Vash’s hand at the small of your back, gently steadying you. 

“Well, looks like we found her! Good job, bud!” Wolfwood praises, ruffling the kid’s hair. 

A bright smile forms on his little face. He reaches out and snatches your hand. 

“Come help me find my mommy!”

[awkwardchick87]

A/n - Just my opinion!! Are the Trigun guys Ass/Tits/Thigh guys?!

c/w - A fab reader, nipple play, pet names, thigh fucking, mean Kni, dry humping, cumming untouched, boob jobs? cum eating.

Dividers by - @benkeibear <3 Part of @enchantedforest-network <3

Vash - Tits. 

Tits guy. You can not convince me otherwise! 

He will always ALWAYS have a hand on them. Doesn’t matter if its over the shirt or under.

You have to constantly slap his hands away if they are sore. 

He will always give them special attention. 

The contrast of the warmth of his hand and cold prosthetic left goosebumps across your skin as he slid his fingers up your sides, pulling the fabric of your shirt up slowly. His mouth watering and his eyes following as more of your skin was exposed. Stopping at the swell of your breast, he looked at your face one more time, silently asking for permission. As soon as you nodded at him, the fabric of your top was over your head, leaving your chest exposed. Vash inhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the rise and fall of your breast with every breath you took.

“You’re drooling.” you whispered at him with a small chuckle. 

He shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe his mouth, “Was not.” he said sheepishly. He ran his thumbs across your nipples, causing them to stiffen and a small gasp to escape your lips. “So pretty” he whispered to himself, leaning down, kitten licking one of your nipples before wrapping his lips around it. 

Wolfwood - Ass

This man will STARE at your ass, shamelessly. 

Loves to spank you. In and out of the bedroom. 

Will sneak a hand up the back of your leg just to pinch your ass. It's worse when you’re wearing a skirt or dress. 

LOVES when he can grab a handful when you’re riding him. 

“Fuck yes - like that baby” Wolfwood had a hand behind his head, the other gripping your ass hard enough you knew he’d leave marks, helping you bounce on his cock. He groaned, feeling you tighten around his cock. He couldn’t help but buck up into you. His breath coming out faster now as his other hand came down and grabbed your other ass cheek. You keened above him, his grip getting tighter, holding you still above him as he planted his heels on the bed, thrusting up into you. “Good fuckin girl.” He groaned under you, his movements becoming sloppy as he chased his own high, “Come on baby, touch yourself for me.” He threw his head back as your hand reached down, swiping your fingers across your clit, your pussy clamping down on him. Arching your back, you came with a shudder. Your body twitched in his hold. 

“Fuuuck -” He moaned under you, thrusting his hips one more time into you before stilling as his own release came over him, filling your cunt with his cum. Dropping his hips down onto the bed, bringing you with him, you both gasp at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. He gave you a playful slap to your ass before reaching over and grabbing the crumpled pack of cigarettes on the small bedside table, lighting one. “Just gimme a minute. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked.

Knives - Thighs

He did not want to be attracted to humans, but he could not fight the feeling he was having. 

Honestly, it was your own fault. Wearing that short skirt. 

He really should have focused on something else. 

But he couldn’t stop himself when he grabbed you, dragging you with him down the hall

Kni had you under him on the couch. Your legs pulled up against his chest, knees together with his cock between your plush thighs, so close to where you wanted him, but he was teasing you, chasing his own high. The skin slick with his pre-cum and the copious amount of spit he had used when he stroked his own cock before laying you on the couch. “Tch.” He scoffed at you, quickly dissolving into a moan when he picked up the pace. His thrusts became stronger. The slap of his hips against your thighs echoed off the walls. 

Reaching for his wrists, trying to ground yourself, “Knives..” you whispered, “please.” you tried to angle your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you. 

His grip held your legs still. “Stop.” His voice was commanding. You complied, moaning softly as he relented and reached a hand down, toying with your clit. “Just.. take it.” his brow was slick with sweat. 

Your back arched, feeling yourself close to the edge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt him shudder above you, feeling the hot spray of his cum splash across your stomach and drip down your thighs. Dropping your legs, he removed his hands from your cunt as you whined in protest. 

“Shut up. You’ll take what I give you” He looked down at you, lust and conflict swimming in his eyes. 

Livio - Ass

He wasn’t a pervert. He didn’t mean to stare. 

But when you bent down, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

He knew he found you attractive, but he told himself it was your brain and personality. 

He couldn’t help himself when he walked to your room later that night and knocked on the door. 

Livio had you pushed against the door, your chest pushed into the door while he was grinding his cock into your ass. Even through your clothes, you could feel how hard he was. “Livio.. Whats..?” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust, causing you to gasp. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. God, you have no idea how bad I want you.” He was moaning, his lips right beside your ear. You could feel his hot breath on your neck. ”I’m so sorry, please, tell me if it's too much.” Whining into your neck.

You answered him by pushing your hips back, grinding against him. “Don’t stop” you planted your hands on the door, wiggling your ass for him, pushing back harder. 

He shudders behind you, his hips slowly moving against your ass as his hands reach down, grabbing your hips as he bucks his hips harder into you. “Just.. Oh please..” he was whining behind you, “Let me…” His voice trailed off. 

You could feel him pushing harder into you, his whines getting louder before his body shuddered and twitched behind you. He pushed you flat against the door. “I'm sorry..” He whispered behind you. 

You shook your head, “Shhh, no, Livio.” you turned around, pressing your hands against his chest, you looked down and saw the growing wet spot in his pants and the blush creeping across his face. A smile spread across your face “Oh baby boy…” you pushed him towards the bed, “Lets keep going.”

Razlo - Tits. 

This man LOVES tits. 

All tits. Big, small and everything in between

He just wants to bite and ravish them, but also love and kiss them. 

His favourite is when he gets the chance to fuck your tits. 

He doesn’t last long when he feels their softness around his cock. 

Leaning back, he planted his hands behind him to prop himself up, “You look fucking amazing down there.” He growled at you. You were on your knees, elbows resting on his thighs, pushing your soft tits around his cock. Tipping your head down, you gave the head of his cock a little kitten lick, earning a hiss from the man, making you smirk. Sliding your breasts along his length, making him groan above you. The added spit from a few moments before, when you were sucking his cock, made everything more slick and smooth. 

He couldn’t help it when his hips bucked up, making you smile before tipping your head down and taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. He moaned, his head falling back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Pushing your lips down his length further, you pumped your mouth along with your breasts, causing Razlo to moan above you. His hands fist into the sheets behind him. He could feel his release getting closer. “Keep going doll..” Feeling the muscles in his thighs twitch, you knew he was getting close. You hollow your cheeks and move your breasts faster. His hips buck as his cock twitches again, unloading rope after rope of cum down your throat. Some dribbled past your lips and on to your tits. 

He lifted his head, cocking it to the side as he looked down at you, “Messy..” Sitting up he scooped up some of his cum and held his fingers out for you. “Clean it up.” his voice was husky as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, licking up everything he gathered.

[tenabrye]

Headcanons on how vash and wolfwood (reboot!) would like to be comforted by their crush or s/o! Maybe even what situations/circumstances would lead to them possibly needing/yearning for it? I just know these babies need it fr😭

Thank you for feeding the fandom✨

I just know these men yearn for comfort and deserve it all. Apologies if this seemed a little more on the angsty side with the situations I put them in, especially Wolfwood's. This was also something new I tried, which was a small drabble with headcanons.

warning(s): murder, death, and guilt

Vash

He knows certain things are completely out of his control. That people--humans--get hurt, even die, however, not a day goes by that he wishes he could have done more during those situations. Such are his thoughts on this last incident. Despite being told that it wasn't his fault, Vash still holds guilt over those that perished that day. What started as a wonderful, peaceful day being spent with you was cut short by raiders. The screams from the townspeople as they were cut down still haunt him, and he won't ever be able to erase the images of their deceased bodies from his mind. Despite being able to thwart the raiders and save the remaining townsfolk, you could see how badly it affected him with those he couldn't.

Some thanked him for his bravery with the town while others blamed him, spitting out vile names. He hated that all he could do was apologize, with his brows furrowed and his gaze downwards. His words were met with them yelling how apologies couldn't bring their deceased loved ones back. You followed him back to the room, thinking of what to do to comfort him after this. Vash doesn't initiate things when he's in such a mood, as his mind is clouded with the guilt and harsh sting from the names he was called. You'll have to be the one to take the reins and do it. He won't say anything when you pull him to the bed and sit him down.

Being held in your arms is so nice to him. Just keep your arms secured around him and let him bury his face into your chest or neck. Let him be the little spoon for when it turns into soft cuddling.

He loves it when you talk to him. Whispering sweet and soft nothings into his ear, telling him how people only say harsh words when angry. He knows, but it just makes him feel a little better hearing you say it.

Vash lets out a soft, content sigh when you slip a hand under his shirt, gently dragging your nails down his back in a motion that gives him little goosebumps. It also makes him snuggle into you more.

He melts when you trail kisses from his face and to his jaw, soon moving to his neck. It's nothing spicy, but your kisses are so soft and featherlike that they bring a certain calmness to him that he craves right now.

He will learn to let you know when he wants to be comforted. Soft little looks are an easy tell of his, accompanied with a slight tilt of his head. If that doesn't work, he'll take a hand and gently drag his nails down your exposed flesh. You've grown to learn that this is another way of him wanting some comfort.

Wolfwood

You watched as he took a hit from the cigarette in between his lips. His hands are shoved into his pockets while his head is angled to allow him to look down at the makeshift headstone he created. Nicholas then removed his hands from his pockets, one having removed the smoke and dropping it into the dirt where he snuffed it out with the toe of his shoe. You watched as he prepared himself to say a small prayer as he normally did with the deceased, only to watch as his legs faltered when he lowered himself. He fell back, ass hitting the ground and you watched as his body slumped. His shades fell from his face as his hand took their place. His shoulders gently shook, and you bit your lip as you watched him silently cry.

You knew he was feeling immense guilt over the death of the child he had buried, their death caused by an idiot that Nicholas was quick to fill with holes. The idiot in question was someone Wolfwood let go from a prior altercation, showing mercy in that moment. Though you knew it was solely because you were there. Had you not been, then the undertaker wouldn't have been as merciful. The bullet was meant for Nicholas, he knew that, but he had bent down to give a kid one of the lollipops he carried, only for them to end up taking the bullet instead. His body shifted as he hung his head, as if trying to not let you see the tears that rolled down his cheeks. You frowned and approached him, knowing he needed the comfort.

Wolfwood will sit there, letting you wrap your arms around him in a comforting hug. He's not vocal about liking it, but you can tell with the way his head leans against you.

Run your fingers through his hair. He finds so much comfort and will actually relax more when you do this. You always know he wants you to mess with his hair when he lowers his head towards you. Sometimes he'll be vocal about it, too.

This man melts in your touch when you hold his face in your hands, your thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks. He definitely leans into your hands, loving your gentle touch.

When it's just the two of you in a rented room, he'll sit on the bed while you stand in front of him. His arms will be wrapped around your waist as his face is buried into your side or chest. You often take this moment to run your fingers through his hair for added comfort.

Forehead kisses hit differently when he needs comfort. Honestly, all types of kisses hit differently when he's this soft and vulnerable. To him, every kiss lifts a small bit of guilt he's kept bottled inside over the years. You know he wants one when he taps his cheek or forehead at you.

[mediocreanomaly]

Vashwood x Reader Soulmate AU

Authors note: I eventually want to make this into an actual drabble but for now have the basics, that being said! I don’t know how the “your soulmate can feel your pain” au isn’t more popular in the Trigun fandom, think about all that untapped angst...

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

•When Rem first tells Vash about soulmates he has stars in his eyes. There's something comforting about the idea that the universe has already hand picked the perfect person for you

•That is until Rem continues by telling Vash how people find their soulmates

• “Rem? How do you know when someone is your soulmate?” “Well...like this!” Rem pinches Vash and Vash pouts, “what’d you do that for!”

•That’s when he learns pain is transferred between soulmates. Luckily, injuries where not, but feeling a broken bone seemed just as bad as having one to Vash. In fact Vash thought the whole thing was kinda...mean. He didn’t want to cause someone pain! Which meant for a few days the idea plagued his mind

•Until Knives is...well Knives.

• “Nai? Do you worry about hurting your soulmate?” “What are you talking about?” “You know, do you feel bad that you might hurt your soulmate?” “Vash soulmates are a human thing, when have you ever heard of a plant having a soulmate? Stop thinking about stuff like that” “oh...”

•To be fair, Nai did think he was helping his brother by consoling his worries but ironically it just makes Vash feel worse. Despite the guilt he felt about potentially hurting his soulmate, knowing he just straight up doesn’t have one stings a bit

•After that Vash just kinda...forgets about it. I mean obviously he knows soulmates exist and every once in awhile he might get slightly bummed but he knows it’s for the best, especially after the fall. He’s got too much on his plate so the whole concept just stays on the back burner

•Then we jump forward a couple years (a century lmao) Vash does not think he has a soulmate, as such he’s just as careless with his body as our normal Vash is. He’s missing his arm (thanks Knives) he’s still covered in scars and he has no issue taking bullets for random bystanders because that’s who he is, and unlike the humans he doesn’t have a soulmate so who cares? (oh honey you got a big storm comin)

•Then it happens, Vash is just doing his thing when a blinding pain runs through him. It feels like his veins are on fire, like he’s being torn apart and put back together. He has to hunker down in a shitty motel for awhile because it feels so bad 

•Thing is Vash actually doesn’t put the pieces together for awhile. He’s gone this long without a soulmate so it doesn’t instantly click that he could be feeling someone elses pain, he just assumes everything he’s done on Gunsmoke the last century is finally catching up with him

•These pains keep coming back though, to the point where Vash eventually does go see Brad thinking this is either a “him neglecting his body” thing or a plant thing

•It’s neither. he’s a dumbass. Brad has to tell him it sounds like a soulmate thing considering he’s about as good in health as Vash can be. Vash argues the point for a little bit but the longer he thinks about it...

•Self lothing to the extreme. This man had purposely taken bullets, stabs, burns you name it to prevent others from getting hurt, but the whole time he’s been hurting someone?

•Here’s the thing though, obviously whoever he’s paired with has it rough too if the random blinding pains are anything to go by. Suddenly feeling like his body is being torn apart, feeling like he’s being pumped full of bullets, feeling like he’s being twisted like a rag doll, there's a weird sort of...comfort, in the fact that at least his soulmate is getting a bit of revenge on him, even if that’s not the intention 

•Then he meets Wolfwood. Now no matter what variation of their meeting you’re going with I don’t think it would take very long at all for them to realize their soulmates. I mean have you seen these two? Whether it’s Vash feeling Wolfwood get hit by a car, Wolfwood feeling Vash slam into a wall, or one of them getting shot, they’ll have a moment of “no fucking way” soon enough

•Wolfwood...is mad. Mostly because Vash in a way made his life hell. Do you know what it’s like to be eight years old and feeling like you have a bullet in your side? To feel like you’ve just fallen off a roof? It’s brutal.

•Vash profusely apologizes (and cries) explaining to Wolfwood his situation. Wolfwood, after cooling down and getting bombarded by Vash’s puppy dog eyes, relents. Besides it’s not like he didn’t get his fair share of punches in, what the Eye of Michael did to him wasn’t exactly fun

•The two of them become alot closer alot faster, I mean their soulmates how could they not? It’s comforting to the two of them. One, here’s the person they know 100% will always have their back, something neither of them have had in a long time. Second, they are the only two who understand each others pain...literally. Wolfwood has felt every time Vash has sacrificed himself before others, Vash has felt the childhood that was ripped away from Wolfwood, they know each other on a level no one else can.

•That is until a year later. The two of them are in a relationship now, and they both try to be more mindful of the other. For example, Vash dives in front of less gunfire and Wolfwood doesn’t just tank whatever's coming at him. Although, they both recognize they have high pain tolerances, so when push comes to shove...they still get their fair share of wounds. 

•One day they’re bickering at each other while setting up camp, nothing serious, it’s something stupid that they both don’t actually care about. Wolfwoods grumbling about something while he lays out sleeping bags and Vash remembers when Rem first taught him about soulmates and pinched his arm. With a shit eating grin...a plan forms

•Vash pinches his own arm. He’s a little shit when he wants to be and Wolfwood snaps his head up when he feels the sting on his arm and just like that...it’s on. Wolfwood reaches for his own arm and and pinches which...Vash returns with a another pinch

•They think it’s hilarious, the two of them pinching each other (themselves?) trading banter when suddenly...they feel a sharp pinch high on their arms, but...they’re looking at each other and neither of them did that.

•So they do it again as an experiment, this time they choose a specific spot on their arms so they know if they feel pain anywhere else, what they feel is real. They press down hard and again an annoyed pinch shoots through their shoulder.

•Now let’s get this straight, having more than one soulmate isn’t impossible, it’s just extremely rare. As for not realizing they had a third soulmate...well a normal person would have. You’ve gotten your fair share of injuries but you need to put it into context. When you wake up sore, when you stub your toe, when you jam your thumb in a door, the boys don’t really think anything of it. They wake up sore all the time, my foot hurts? probably from the recovering broken bone there. My face hurts? a bounty hunter pistol whipped me the other day of course it hurts.

•With this realization...Vash is in near hysterics. He turns to Wolfwood all teary eyed and rasp out “Nick...we’re torturing them”

•When it was the two of them they felt like they were even. Vash had his savior complex that ended with his scarred body, Nick had the Eye of Michael who rebuilt him, but you? Whoever you are you weren’t meant for this type of life. You who had been so carful to not get hurt that they hadn’t even known of you existence until right now

•The next few days will be a bit rough, they are both are pretty hard on themselves despite the fact it’s not really their fault. Vash will look like a kicked puppy replaying every time he’d gotten hurt in his head. Nick will retreat within himself, smoking alone a lot more and whatever he’s thinking about would be impossible to get out of him

•Once they realize self pity won’t help anyone they get themselves together and discuss how to handle the situation. It’s hard to find soulmates off of pain alone, it’s honestly a miracle that Vash and Wolfwood ended up finding each other

•But who knows? They travel a lot, their sure to bump into you eventually right?

•One thing is for sure, once they find you, once they meet you...they won’t let you go. In their eyes they’ve caused you a lifetime worth of pain already so once they get ahold of you it stands to reason that they’ll just have to give you enough pleasure to counter balance that...right?

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi thereee, can I request a Wolfwood with a s/o who is touch-starved when they're about to sleep plz? 👀

Of course! Here's a short little thing <3

'And the name of the game's just the living'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader.

“Please.” You begged hands clasped together; you were making sure to do your best puppy dog look. Wolfwood was ignoring you, sitting by the window with a smoke in between his lips. 

You need to use a better tactic it seemed, dropping your hands you join Wolfwoods side you don’t touch him you want to, but you have no idea what was okay and what wasn’t. It was easier when Wolfwood initiated contact, but he was mad at you.

It was justified anger, you knew that and you knew Wolfwood wasn’t really mad at you, but at the person who shot you. But you were fine it was just a graze; he was more upset that you ran out of cover to help him and got shot. 

He bandaged you up in silence after he had yelled at you, and you had done some yelling back. But now you were tired and just wanted to sleep with him beside you. It had been a new thing, a bit of an accident really. Touch was something you were hardly given but craved and when Wolfwood held you that first night so many nights ago you were hooked. 

A part of you said you were pathetic, that you survived this long without a cuddle buddy for sleep, but another part of you felt like you deserved good things, and comfort. You also knew Wolfwood enjoyed it too, he’d never admit he was too tough for that. But when he thought you had fallen asleep, he would pull you closer and run his hands through your hair, it nearly brought you to tears the touch too much but so wanted. 

Hovering over Wolfwood you hear him sigh, he turns his gaze up and catches your own gaze. “I understand why you're upset, it was stupid. But that doesn’t mean I regret it.” You say it sternly to him, he stubs the cigarette out on the windowsill and then stands. You don't back down, he looks like he wants to fight, but then his shoulders drop and he rubs a hand over his face. 

“I'm too tired for this shit.” you jump when he grabs your upper arm and drags you towards the bed, a thrill shoots through you when he pushes you onto said bed. You laugh as you move to lay under the covers, and he joins you. Rolling your eyes when he lays on top of the covers, but you won't complain you're getting what you want in the end. 

Slowly hands still unsure you reach for him, curling into him as you rest your head on his chest. “I'm still mad.” he says it quietly bringing his arm around to wrap around you, “I know, but we're both here don't go down that dark place Nico” you lean into him more, as he doesn’t answer. Just wraps his arms tighter around you. 

Sleep comes easier to you when you’re with Wolfwood, closing your eyes you let out a little sigh. You grin when Wolfwoods hands run through your hair, “You’re such a sap.” You whisper, “And you’re supposed to be sleeping, or should I leave.” You laugh holding onto him tighter, “No I promise I’ll go to sleep.” you tease. 

The nights were truly your favorite thing, you would never know what the next day would bring either danger or something else, but you could find peace in the night in the comfort of his arms.

[keke-shiki]

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🔞MINORS DNI🔞

IF Y'KNOW ME IRL, NO YOU DON'T!

---------First SmutFic, shh---------

WARNINGS: nsfw content below, afab reader (no pronouns), breeding kink, cream pie, oral (M&F receiving), masturbation, voyeurism, femdom, Mommy kink, 69

SMUT BELOW

After a long day of traveling, you and the group wanted nothing more than to unwind and relax in this round of motel rooms. You, Vash, Meryl, Wolfwood and Milly all settle into your respective rooms. You decide to go for a walk around the place to get a better feel of your temporary home. You put on a jacket and your slippers and exit your room. As you're walking down the hallway, you notice Vash's door slightly ajar, you assumed he was awake and perhaps you could walk with him, perfect bonding time eh? Without giving any thought you push the door open and instantly you realize why you should've knocked. Vash yelps in panic and covers himself with the sheets on the bed.

"Y-Y/N, uhm...it's not what it looks like" Vash stutters out.

You decide that the tension between you two needed to end. A smirk grows across your face.

"Oh really? Well then it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed then hm?" You tease as you walk slightly closer to his bed, shutting his door in the process.

"I- uhm..ok..well maybe you..uhm-"

You're already sitting next to him, sitting legs crossed looking at him with a devilish grin. Vash's cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. You liked him from the start, you had always assumed Meryl liked him and you didn't want to intrude, but your lust was getting the better of you. You scoot closer to him to the point your legs are almost touching, and you lean close to his ear and whisper "Do you wanna be honest with me now?".

Vash whines a little bit too himself. "C'mon Vash, you gotta use your words, I won't do anything unless you tell me to".

Vash shyly removes the sheet to reveal his rock hard length. You blush at it, but clear your throat quickly to hide your shock for just how big it is. Precum is already dripping from it as you look at him. "Well, what do you want pretty boy~?"

Vash clears his throat. "Would you uhm..help me out here?". You smirk, as you gently grab his cock and stroke it ever so lightly to tease him. He shudders as the new feeling, he had never done this with anyone before so the new sensation of someone else touching him was quite new. "harder..please~ mommy~", he mutters out as he leans back on his elbows. The name took you aback a bit, but you weren't complaining, you kinda liked it. You giggle to yourself. You begin to stroke him a lil harder, while licking the drip of precum coming out. He exhales sharply. "You like that huh?" You tease.

"Mhm~" he moans in reply "keep doing it..please~". How could you refuse him that, he was being so good for you. You slowly dip your head down and kiss the tip, which causes a gasp from Vash. Without any warning you go all the way down on him, causing him to yell out in pleasure. "Shhh, you don't want the others to hear you, do you?~" You tease once more. "If you don't be quiet, I'll have to shut you up myself hmm?"

Vash couldn't deny he was curious what you would do, and he was willing to find out, so when you go down once more, he moans even louder. "Oh~ You want me to shut you up?~ Ok~". You stand up and begin undressing. He can't help but blush over your body, its just exquisite, your tits are small and perky, and your thighs are so plush and cute, what he'd give to be in between them. You climb onto the bed and whisper in his ear, "100% sure you want me to?~" And he nods. You smirk as you lower your dripping pussy over his face, in the 69 position, you smugly lean down to suck his cock but his tongue jolts out of his mouth and onto your throbbing clit, causing you to yelp out at the sudden sensation. He lifts you off him for a second to speak, "I thought you were shutting me up" He smirks.

You grunt slightly before continuing to suck him off. His moans sending vibrations through your throbbing bud.

"I.. I'm close~" you whimper out. "D.. don't stop~"

Except he did just that, he stopped. You whimper out once more until you're thrown onto the bed next to him, he leans up and climbs on top of you before you can protest. "Hey!-" you try to protest but his lips are already on yours in a deep passionate kiss. You melt into it. "Vash~" you moan into his mouth as he slides his hand down your body. He breaks the kiss and hovers over. "Can I fuck you~ please~" he begs. You nod quickly..a bit too quickly but you weren't complaining. He spreads your legs and rubs the tip along your entrance, teasing you. You get inpatient, so you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him into you. "Fuck!!~" he whines. You scrunch your face at the stretch. "A..are you ok?" He slightly moans out. You nod. "Imma move now ok?~" you nod once more. He slowly pulls out and watches your face relax. He slams back into you, both your guys' hips clashing. He's a whiny mess, you're surprised he even had the balls to take control with how subby he sounds. He's thrusting into you at an ungodly pase and you're loving it. He hits every one of your good spots and you feel yourself getting close again. "Baby..~ I'm gonna cum~", you exclaim. "Me too~, Cum with me~"

After a few more hard thrusts you both cum. Your walls clenching against him, milking him. After a few seconds of calming down he climbs off of you. "i-im sorry" he apologizes. "Don't be, I loved it" you reply as you lean up to kiss him. He smiles and kisses you back. He scoops you up and heads towards the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up my love".

[tomatoswup]

Thanks for answering! My ask is gonna contain spoilers for Trigun Maximum. And I'm writing this again cuz tumblr hates me.

Could you write about Vash and his romantic partner reuniting after Wolfwood helps him escape from the Ark? The blanket he's wrapped in is big enough for two and he needs to be held ngl especially after being held for so many months.

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warnings/tags: Manga Spoilers,,,angst,,,hurt/comfort,,reunion,, poor Vash :(,,, i think i made this sadder than it was suppose to be,,, I'M SORRY ANON I'M JUST DRAMATIC,,,Vulnerable Vash,,, it's okay reader and vash cry it out together 🥹,,, i was listening to The Cure while writing this i swear i was INFLUENCED.

A/N: ....im so sorry anON NFLKSNLKSNDKNSD,,,, hEARTWRENCHING STUFF I KNOW😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry on this late request tho!!!! I was everywhere for the past few weeks away from home but I'm slowly getting back into the rhythm of writing again (also recovering from my mini writers block) Oh how the world knows I love writing gut wrenching stuff hehehehe... Enjoy~🫶

There were times you wished life was...normal. Why couldn't you have fallen in love with someone else?

To spare yourself from those sobbing nights, save yourself from breaking your head over a problematic man like him. But those butterflies and baskets of pastries said otherwise to your heart, and the kind nature of his that just brought you in deeper and deeper.

Life was never so simple was it?

You never did like it that way anyways.

And perhaps after spending so much time with him, with them, that it made you stray away from that idea of something "normal" that you had imagined so long ago. When you did, he was always in it.

But no matter who it is, or who had done what, No Man's land spared no mercy for the weak, for the strong, or for those who just simply wanted to love.

And those long days felt like a nightmare you had wanted to wake up from.

7 months since the spiky haired goofball of your boyfriend had danced his way into your kitchen, calling out your name as you couldn't help but chuckle at the way he playfully pranced around, tapping the tops of your shoulders with his fingers.

"Hey you didn't have to wait for me ya' know!" He beamed, a twinkle in his eye as you set food down on the wooden table. "Vash you know I'll always wait for you."

"I knoww~ But I don't deserv-"

"Don't! Say what I think you were gonna say." You huffed out, having brought out a box from the side and putting it on the table "You deserve more than you think. Now cmon, I passed by the bakery and got some pastries and donuts. You said you liked the normal ones right? They were kinda pricy but I still-"

Vash momentarily droned out what you were saying, eyeing the way you moved, the faint blush on your soft cheeks as the heels of your shoes sounded out against the wooden floor boards under your feet.

Caring, smooth, quick.

The corners of his mouth lifted up, smiling from the curious gaze he had given you, eyes crinkling at the edges as he gave himself a playful nod in affirmation before sneaking up behind you.

Muah!

The quick kiss he gave you on the cheek snapped you out of your rambling, as his clothed arms snaked around your waist in a warm embrace.

"Thank you love..."

7 months since you had come back from town, having gotten things you needed, that you stood in the hot, dry sand. With a basket in hand, you looked up at your porch from a bit away. Spotting Wolfwood, you had instinctively raised your hand to greet the priest before holding your voice back. Something was wrong.

Very wrong. And you had a gut feeling it was gonna be a while.

The disheveled and dirtied state he was in and his cross laid out beside him as the knuckles of his cut-up hands were close to knocking on your door before he slowly turned towards you, having heard your steps in the sand.

Onyx eyes full of gloom, regret, and...

Your blood went cold, feeling a knife stab right into your stomach as you just stood there. The realization dawning upon you, eyes slowly widening at the prospective of what had come about of your lover.

May the world please bring him back to you. Please let Knives spare mercy on these two sides of a battlefield that he shared against his brother. The deserts had gone quiet again, your basket laid forgotten in the sand as nights came and gone.

Let Vash come home.

An aching eternity it felt like, some days you went staring at his empty chair at the dinner table, or whenever you helped up on the floating ship, imagining the ghost of a laugh he would let out whenever he saw the residents aboard.

It was tiring, and those restless nights thinking about what his brother was doing to him, those treacherous thoughts were ones you feared.

But the day Milly and Meryl had knocked on your door with the news that Vash was back home, away from The Ark, was one that you would never forget. How could you?

With how you scrambled around the house, you hadn't noticed how fast your legs hauled you over to the ship when you had been close to dry heaving, finally standing in front of one metallic door to the many rooms it held.

He's here!

Vash is back! He's- He's-

You tried to catch your breath, a sweaty hand on your chest as the voices behind the door faintly sounded out, making the depths of your body churn in worry and nervousness.

Shit, maybe you should've given him some time to recover. Did you act a bit too quickly? But after all of these months... You should let him rest-

"Ah!" You squawked out, hastily taking a few steps back as the door swung right open, revealing a tightly bundled up Wolfwood as he stepped out, shutting the door right behind him before shooting you a calm gaze.

"Ya know, I'm surprised you didn't just run right in. Blondie even cleared the room out before you got here." Passing by you, you couldn't help but watch as he began his stride down the hall.

Wait.

"WOLFWOOD!" You called out, making him stop in his tracks as he turned his head to the side.

"Thank you. I don't how to repay y-"

Letting out a big sigh to cut you off, he scratched the side of his head "You ain't repayin' me shit, just get in there already. I'll catch up later.."

What kind of man would Wolfwood be to keep two lovers apart anyways?

'A sinful man I would be...' He pondered for just a moment before leaving you behind, leaving you alone to take his word. And with sweaty palms, you indeed did, putting a hand on the cold metallic door knob, turning and pushing it open.

With cold air hitting the surface of your face, you noted the large coffee table and couches in the room, mugs and plates scattered around as you took a few more steps inside. Signs of life...

"You're okay..." You heard a voice say out, making you whip your head to the right and being met with another blanketed bundle of man sat on the couch. But how couldn't you recognize that soft gaze of blue, the messy blonde hair and pink slippers on his scarred feet? Vash tiredly smiled up at you, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

God how could he smile after so much?

His pink cheeks had sullen, the purple bags under his eyes prominent as the exhaustion was obvious, but he kept that same kind smile after everything he had gone through.

How?

How?

"You look goo- WOAH!" He gaped out in surprise, quickly throwing his arms wide open to catch your figure as you threw yourself at him and into a tight hug, pushing the both of you guys back onto the olden couch.

And before you knew it, the both of you had cuddled up against each other on said couch as you held Vash's head up against your chest, the pads of your fingers soothing the side of his cheek as you rested your chin on top of his head.

"Oh Vash..." You quivered, trying hold back the tears in your eyes as you felt his arms around your waist tighten, the blanket the two of you had been wrapped in rustling as he brought himself in closer.

The weight on his chest hurt, and it felt so heavy.

"I'm sorry." He choked out as you felt tads of wetness on your shirt, his sobs filling the emptiness of the air as his rough hands gripped the back of your shirt in desperation.

It didn't matter how hot the bare skin of his chest felt under the blanket, nor did it matter if the elbows and knees of his body ached and the spine of his back felt like needles.

You're the closest to comfort and peace he's had in the last 7 months, and he couldn't let you go.

"Don't apologize. I..I don't think you really know how happy I am to have you back." You cried, finally broking down, leaving kisses on the top of his head as he continued to wail against your chest "I would've been so lost..."

'You felt like home.' And you always did. Vash shut his eyes as the two of you stayed entangled together for the next few hours.

Having cried, talked about what had happened in the last 7 months, and the future before drifting off to sleep on the very couch.

Under the blanket of love, did two lovers finally reunite before the tribulations that had occurred and were to come.

"I love you."

//

"I would've been so lost, because you felt like home."

[nanomooselet]

My Brother's Keeper (III)

So, what's the big difference between Knives and Wolfwood that leads to such disaster? Why, it's the same as the difference between Vash and Meryl. The one which meant Zazie singled out Meryl despite her relative powerlessness.

Agency.

And more than that.

Wolfwood has been forced to represent Knives. But he has far more in common with Vash - similarities which, unfortunately, extend to both being victims of Knives's abuse.

The Eye of Michael took Wolfwood from his home because he did well on a test he couldn't have consented to, chemically mutilated him, hurt him when he tried to escape, mocked and belittled him, and used Livio as a hostage to coerce him into being their hatchet-man. Now everything that was ever good in his world depends on him doing what they want, and he can't trust them to keep their word on that anymore.

Hell, Nick's place in the Hopeland Orphanage (earmarked as a storehouse for potential EOM subjects), being likely born S+ chemically compatible, even being orphaned young and poor (and thus being taken in by an orphanage) all meant he was denied a say in his future, long before he was even aware he had one. Almost every major event in his life has been dictated by things he couldn't control, and by now he's resigned to it, just as Vash is resigned to shouldering blame and punishment for everything that Knives does (supposedly) because of him. Wolfwood's been made into the Punisher, and the Punisher is a weapon. He is wielded by another, as Vash is himself often used and fought over.

When in the position of putting aside punishment to protect what they love most, Wolfwood discards his weapon/shield to take the agony of sacrifice upon himself, just as Vash has always done.

Knives, though... Okay. Fair warning. I've seen it said that Vash "maintains the status quo" while Knives "fights for the oppressed". Now, Knives really is one of my favourites; I wouldn't have examined him so closely if he wasn't. But I don't even remotely share that assessment of the situation.

(And if this seems an excessive amount of attempted placation, I can only say that I'm a long-term BioWare fan who frankly never liked or trusted Garrus Vakarian or Anders, so being skittish about voicing criticism of the fandom boyfriend has become a habit.)

Orange were far, far nicer than I would have been when they said Knives isn't a villain. Or rather, I think when they said they prefer "nuance and complexity" to boiling a character down to merely "villain", that was taken to be a much more positive description of Knives than they intended it to be. They did give Knives nuanced and complex motivations. But they do not mean he is truthful, objective, rational, or morally superior to his victims.

I don't think Knives is the blade and liberator of the downtrodden he names himself. Not even of the Plants. He's something more horrifying and more hateful.

Knives, you see, actively seeks out power. He's motivated above all by a desire for authority, superiority, dominance and control. There are a lot of shots where he stands above - particularly above Vash, who's often kneeling before him. His followers call him "lord". Conrad tells Legato they need forgiveness from Wolfwood, but the one he actually begs for it is Knives. That's exactly what Knives wants. It means he's strong.

To Knives, possessing power and being in power means he's right. He's safe. He can't be controlled as long as he is in control (he cannot be victim as long as he is perpetrator). He's the shadow ruler of the most powerful and wealthy of the seven cities, which practices eugenicist control of its population. He controls the July military police, who carry missile launchers, drive armoured vehicles, and are pointedly demonstrated to be both brutal and deeply corrupt. He steals (or "liberates from oppression") Plants from remote communities like Jeneora Rock, which even before he arrived had no clean drinking water, while July is explicitly described as having a "monopoly" on the sale and distribution of water-producing Plants (they also manufacture and sell weapons). He deliberately sows misinformation and lies to (among other things) persecute and exert control over his brother, who is thus branded a dangerous fugitive and subject to constant violence and pursuit. He founded a religion that glorifies death and preys upon even those like the Windmill Village, who didn't rely on Plants for anything and yet were driven away or slaughtered to the last.

After Knives crashed the ships, he took it on himself to build a new system. This one installed him in a position to exploit the disadvantaged and powerless, these disgusting parasites, for his own ends. All the while making plans to wipe them out - because as he conceptualises the world, it will make what he loves (what belongs to him) as safe and as pure and as perfect as himself. He made himself into a weapon that only he will ever wield. And he wields himself against those who have no way to meaningfully fight back, who have no way even to understand what it is that he so despises them for.

Knives never makes sacrifices. He demands them. Someone else always has to take the blame. Someone else always has to suffer the consequences. Often that someone is Vash, often it's the other Plants, often it's humans - and always it's Rem, even though Rem is dead and has been for a century and a half.

It can't be Knives. He's never to blame. Yet everything that Knives has become, he's chosen to be. Still he refuses to accept any responsibility or compromise, anything that might lead to him being vulnerable. Even as those he claims to protect are ruined as a result of his negligence and cruelty.

Not wanting to kill anyone… that's just a coward's idealism. Even a kid could tell you that. Folks only get to live 'cause other people die. That's the world we live in. I don't have the luxury of being afraid to make tough decisions. I have to choose in order to protect the things that are dear to me.

Very nice speech, beautifully staged and affecting (also though Wolfwood is delivering it to Vash, it's for the benefit of Meryl, as she checks the derringer is loaded, trying to keep her hands steady). But… what choice besides killing has there been for Wolfwood? He took Livio in as his brother and all that did was make Livio a target as well.

It was Vash who actually gave him a choice.

No, what's coming out of Wolfwood's mouth is dogma of the Eye of Michael. Wolfwood is doing what Knives would do, will do, has done from the very start and has spent every moment of his life furiously trying to justify ever since: paying in blood for the safety of him and his, telling himself it's the only way.

What makes Wolfwood different from Knives in this instance is that he actually bothered listening when Vash talked, then trusted him at least to try and do what he could. And that means the justification, for Wolfwood, is falling pitifully short. He owes everything to Vash's kindness. He knows Vash isn't naïve, or a coward, or childish, or weak. Vash embodies a hope he's never known before in his life, and Wolfwood can no longer convince himself surrendering to despair and complacency is the right thing to do. Not if there's a choice.

He doesn't believe there is one. Belief isn't for him. He's no priest. He's just an undertaker.

But given that, if that's what he is, then... maybe…

There's no way to return his humanity./That monster was not the kid you knew.

You don't, by any chance, think you can make up with Millions Knives, do you?/When you get to Knives, you aren't stupid enough to think you two can just talk this thing out, are ya?

Do you think sacrificing yourself will make everyone happy?/Think sacrificing yourself will make us little guys happy?

Wolfwood... Wolfwood knows. What Vash can't accept. What Knives really is. Has personally been subject to Knives's handiwork, been Knives's instrument going to and fro on the earth, and walking up and down in it. You know what? This time, Knives should be the one to make a sacrifice. After a lifetime of spouting bullshit and ruling absolute over a world that because of him, demands either sacrifice or death, it might finally be his turn. If Wolfwood can convince Vash to make him take it.

But of all the fucking times for Vash to dig in his fucking heels, of course it had to be over this.

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Day 11

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Werewolf Wolfwood X F!Reader

CW:  Penis in vagina sex, Sex in the woods, Dub Con, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Knotting, Breeding, mentions of pregnancy, morning sex

Word count: 2935

A/N: Day 11, you just wanted photos of the full moon over the valley. Why did you have to go investigate the sound of something snapping in the woods?”

You’d been hiking for a few hours now, feeling the sweat making your skin feel syrupy beneath your clothes. Checking your compass every now and then since the trail you were following was more like a deer path than a true trail. The buzzing of insects off in the distance and the call of wild birds you weren’t sure of the name of. 

Coming across a small stream and the first trail marker you’d seen in almost three hours, at least you were still on track. Shucking your pack to pull out the map and double-check where you were, hoping to be able to reach the cliff site you’d read about and were planning to stay at. It was supposed to have a beautiful view of the valley, and you were hoping to get a few photos of the full moon that was going to be out tonight. The forecast calls for it to be a clear night. 

You were about a third of the way, so not a bad pace so far then considering you had a single-person tent and everything else you’d need for two days. A noise in the brush off to your right, you weren’t too worried as you could still hear wildlife off in the distance when the man stepped from under the leafage. The red flannel of his shirt that was partially unbuttoned provided you with a view of his chest that was borderline lecherous. Coughing to make sure he noticed you there, a tinge of warmth rushing up your cheeks. 

When his face turns to you, the look of surprise quickly washes away. A grin sent your way that made something in your chest flutter. “Not often I see hikers this early in the year.” 

“Yea, I heard the view at the top was amazing!” You exclaimed taking in the man’s response as a positive one. 

“Why the camping gear? It’s not that rough of a trail.” Noticing your gear something in his face shifted, almost a little on edge. 

“Oh, I got a permit to stay the night. With tonight's full moon, I plan to stay up there to get a few photos of the moon over the valley.” You still have the wide smile in place as you grab the straps of your bag and shift them over your shoulders. 

“A permit” Now there was a frown breaking out across his face “I didn’t think they let people stay out here overnight?” “Oh well, it’s new. I’m the first one.” Feeling the mood turn damp she shrugged “And with that, I should be on my way, I hope you have a good day.” 

As you made to brush past him he held his arm out to stop you in your tracks “A word of advice? After you get to the top, don’t wait to take your photos at night. Head back.” His voice is low and gruff, before dropping his arm and heading on his way.

You watch him walk away, shaking your head. Continuing on your hike, you still have a long day of hiking ahead of you. 

As you crested the top of the hill the trees thinned and turned into shrubs before they suddenly ended at the edge of an open area and smiling at the beautiful scene in front of you. The description of this place hadn’t done it any justice, as you felt your breath leave your lungs. The valley was open and wide, the river running through it looking like an old snake as it curled in and around itself. You could already picture it, looking like a silver wave from the glow of the moon, cutting through the darkness and reflecting the sky above. 

Setting up your campsite and having a light meal before getting changed to have a nap, body feeling tired after the hike. You’d need the energy to be awake later to take photos. 

A little while later you wake up, stepping outside your tent with your flashlight, camera, and camera stand, using the flashlight to light your way. Setting up your camera and taking the first few shots, feeling your breath being stolen. The walk had been more than worth it to get such beautiful photos. 

Leaving your camera, you sit looking up at the sky for a while, until a noise from in the woods grabs your attention. Curious, you grab your flashlight and make your way into the woods. “Is someone there?” Calling out to see if anyone answers you, this time you miss the silence of the forest, the lack of night animals crying out in the darkness. 

As you walk, not realizing how far you’ve wandered, the sound of a twig snapping to your left and your head whips towards the sound. Except it wasn’t a twig. It was a tree, fallen over in a storm snapping under a thick leg. Moving your light towards the noise, watching as the cone of illumination brings a figure into view. Screaming at what is revealed, like something out of a horror film. 

A large muscular body, covered in thick black fur, but what’s truly making you scream is the head, large furred ears, with a long canine mouth full of fangs. A real-life werewolf. It’s head whipping towards you, and growling. 

Turning you start to run, dashing through the trees you’d wandered past, slipping on some of the loose dirt and gravel. In one section it’s mud, you hadn’t come this way earlier. 

Slipping and in your mad scramble to get away you dropped to your hands and knees panic making your mind revert to fight or flight and you were not fighting something that looked like it could snap you in half. Hands covered in mud you don’t get far before two large fur-covered hands are gripping your waist, the high-pitched scream dying before it can even leave your throat. Freezing and with your heart beating a tempo inside your chest, mouth going dry, the thing behind you taking a deep breath, something wet hitting the bare skin of your lower back, your nightshirt having ridden up. 

A second deep breath that sounds just a tad farther back to your ears. A growl, deep and gruff and you could swear you felt warm breath through the crotch of your old pajama pants. You’d brought them just for this reason, if they got covered in muck they were old. You feel a chill run up your skin and a tingle along your spine when something presses up against your crotch. Oh yea, you felt warm breath earlier, because now you’re certain the snout of that creature is pressed up against your pussy breathing in and out against the thin fabric. This is not a good time to be getting wet.

“I told you to head back” Your brain is short-circuiting, when had a monster told you to head back? Then it clicks. 

The handsome woodsman from earlier in the day. 

If it wasn’t for his words you would have never recognized his voice, somehow even deeper, distorted by what is clearly a change to his facial structure. Mind trying to fire to come up with a response “I can smell you. The creature inside me has a need, a need to either hunt or breed.” A long exhale that almost makes you whimper from the warmth spreading across your crotch, a dampness forming on your panties. “You’ve made that decision for me.” 

One large hand dragging along your side, a shiver running up your spine again this time for entirely different reasons. Finally finding the ability to speak returns to you “What if I don’t want to be bred?” Claw-tipped fingers hooking the edge of your pants awkwardly pulling them and your underwear down. 

“Then I need to hunt, and you’re acting like prey.” That gruff grave voice is making you twitch, warm breath fanning out against your recently revealed skin. So great, your options are to bed fucked or be hunted? Well, guess you’re going to go with the option that is most likely to ensure you walk away. 

“Guess sex it is-ah” A wide tongue is pressing against your folds, so different from what you’ve felt in the past. Covering your entire pussy as it moves against you, lapping at you as more wetness starts to drip, a moan passing your lips. Head dropping at the sensation, who’d have thought a wide tongue would have you on edge this quickly? A wiggling motion has you almost cuming on the spot with the way it pulls the skin around your clit. Whining as the wet muscle curls and starts to pump inside of you. “Fuck!” 

A rumble from behind you, and you have no idea if it’s a good or bad sign. Gasping as his damp nose hits your taint, tongue plunging deeply inside your core, far deeper than another man has shoved his. Panting as he keeps bringing you closer and closer to the edge before you spasm around his tongue. Hand wiping at your face trying to calm your racing heart, you just got the best tongue fuck of your life. 

“Tasty” the way his voice rumbles out, lapping at the fluid dripping from your pussy lips, core clenching and whimpering when his tongue moves away. A long low growl, one of his clawed hands leaving your hips, pressing something that is covered in fluid against your entrance. Moaning as it slides between your folds spreading that wetness, a wetness you realize is pre-cum, which makes the thing against your pussy the tip of his cock. 

No sign no warning, slamming into your pussy as far as your walls will let him on his first thrust. More growls, returning his hand to your hip and starting to pump himself into you, the pointed tip practically spearing its way inside of your body allowing him to go deeper and deeper. Feeling as he’s hitting your cervix on every thrust, moaning every time as the pleasure floods your system, body slumping and if it wasn’t for his hands, well, and his cock, you’d be slumped over in the mud. 

Slowing turning into a moaning mess, while he’s growling behind you, every slam of his hips brings a new wave of pleasure. With every twitch of his cock within your tight walls another moan, whines filling the air from your lips, a second orgasm you hadn’t realized was building hitting you hard, clenching around his cock making his hips strutter. A louder growl as your pussy tries to keep him deep inside of you.

As relaxed as you are, you feel something starting to press harder against your slit almost as if knocking it pulls you from that post-orgasm high. The woodsman wolfman thing above you starts to pant “Gonna” a knock against your lower lips, whatever it is it’s warm. “Stuff” another knock, and you feel a tightness in your stomach. “You” if the rest of his cock felt strange, does he have a knot like a dog? “Full” screaming as the item pushes past the tight ring of muscles, locking in place, the tip of his cock painfully deep. Your inner walls spasming, fluttering like mad around the inferno that is his hard flesh, shoulders rolling as his cum explodes with a force, splattering against your insides. 

A howl shaking the air while you pass out, your last thought being that he just came inside of your deepest part, and that cum has nowhere to go with whatever he’s stuffed inside of your body.

You wake up to the sound of snoring in your ears, warm breath across the side of your face, and two thick arms wrapped around you. The sunlight you expected to wake to, blocked by the fabric of your tent, that you don’t remember coming back to. Turning your head to try and look around, noticing one side was ripped open. Great. As your body wakes up you also realize your lower half feels battered and bruised. Trying to look down and take in the damage, your shifting waking your tentmate. “Stop squirming” his voice while rough with sleep is back to when you first heard it yesterday. 

“I’m sore. And really” his grip has loosened enough that you can roll onto your back to look at him shivering now that you’re away from his warm body. “That’s what you start with? Not sorry I fucked you last night?” Hissing your anger at the broad man and slapping a hand against one of his pecs. The sting hurting your own fingers, not having expected him to be so solid. 

“Why would I say I was sorry? It was better than the alternative wasn’t it? Or did you forget that?” After you rolled he adjusted his grip so you were still held in his arms, a smirk on his face. “I did tell you to head back down, you choosing to not listen isn’t my fault.” Rolling your eyes, you are surprised as one of his warm hands starts to rub along your skin, moving from your side down to your stomach and resting there. 

“How was I supposed to know you’d turn into a werewolf? I just wanted to get a nice picture of the moon.” Muttering under your breath but enjoying the feeling of his hand pressing into your skin. “So.” Now that your senses are starting to come back to you more “Am I gonna be a werewolf?” Biting your lip as you ask the question, turning into a big hairy creature every few weeks does not sound like fun. 

“No” his chest is shaking with the force of his chuckles “it’s genetic not like those movies where you bite someone and they turn into a werewolf. But” at that, his hand stops above your lower abdomen. “There might be one growing inside you.” The slightest tinge of a blush coloring his cheeks and you snort. 

“After one time?” laughing at him, but the gruff man is looking pretty adorable at the moment. “Sorry, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about Wolfboy” you tease feeling your body relax the longer you’re held in his hold. 

“Wolfwood. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. And well” you watch him swallow looking down at his hand pressing against your skin. “I might have responded the way I did last night because you were ovulating. I could smell it.” What? He could smell that, something must have shown on your face that had him stuttering “Doesn’t mean you are! I’m just saying it definitely smelt like you were.” Great. 

“So what happens if I am?” You can’t hide the anger in your tone, this had not been your plan in life if there was something growing inside you. This threw a huge wrench in your plans. “I mean, it’s a lot to deal with.” 

“If you are, and it’s too much. Bring them to me, no strings attached.” His tone is soft, and you’re surprised to see a genuine smile on his face. Like the thought of having a woman bringing him an infant is no big deal. 

“Am I not the first woman you might have accidentally knocked up? You seem way too nonchalant about this.” That pulls a laugh from him that leaves you both shaking, and his laugh makes something in your core twinge. “Seriously, you just gave me the option to bring you a kid and walk away!” Your eyes are wide and your heart rate is starting to pick up. 

“Nah, you’re the first. The beast just knows what it’s doing, never fucked anyone while I was shifted before. But yea, I know what I offered. I want kids, and if you don’t, I’m not going to expect you to stick around.” His hand is back to rubbing all around your skin, the slight pull making you more aware of the feel, the smell of the good-looking man not helping either. Shifting your hips you feel his length growing harder between the two of you, still large but not the same shape as it was last night, more like a normal man's. 

Thoughts racing, unaware of his gaze on your face when you make a decision, glancing to his face. You make the first move, closing the distance to press your lips to his and letting one of your hands trail down his chest to grasp him. “Well. If I might be already after the amount you pumped into me last night, what's one more round with you back in human form?” 

He laughs, quickly rolling you onto your back and under him, the hand that had been gripping your side moving to position the head of his cock against your pussy. Gliding in with almost no resistance making you moan “damn girl, you still feel pretty worked up from last night. Can’t believe after all that you’re willing to let me fuck you again.” His pace isn’t the same as last night, still intense but the speed is closer to that of a gentle coupling. 

“What can I say? Maybe if I am knocked up, I want to be able to tell them I at least fucked their dad in a position so I could kiss him.” He gets the hint, lowering his body so the two of you are pressed together, lips gliding along each other while he keeps his pace. Before you pack up your gear, you end up having a few more rounds with the man. Promising him that if you are, you’ll be back to discuss it with him. 

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