#knives headcanons

[quee-quee]

[Modern AU] I just wanted them all to feel cozy together. And then my friend told me how he sneezed so hard he hit his forehead on the graphic tablet, and said it would be cute if something silly like that happened to Knives.

[h4venpha]

AAAA CAN WE PLS GET SOME BOXING KNIVES HCS LIKE IMAGINE WEARING A JACKET W HIS NAME AND LOGO OR WTV skshsjsbshsjjs

𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫!𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐜 𓂃 ⟡

boxer!millions knives x reader

cw: slight violence, blood mentions

a/n: why did i almost forget how to write hcs

- boyfriend or bodyguard? well… yes

- he is a walking threat btw! a constant reminder to everyone that if they touch you, there will be consequences. walking down the street to wherever, holding your hand in his bigger one.

- he’s got this mean scowl on his face –bonus points if you’re a bubbly smiley person. people kind of look at you both like, how the hell did they get together? because you quite literally look like a sheep holding a wolf’s hand.

- knives is massive btw. like it literally does not matter how big or tall you are, he can and definitely will carry you. on his back, like a koala, bridal style, he can do it all. with ease too, not even breaking a sweat as you cling onto him.

- outside the ring, he’s definitely more composed with you. quieter, calmer, still keen and observant, but never rowdy or loud.

- it’s silly to see him in hoodies. bulging muscles completely covered and he just looks like a cuddly teddy bear, minus the constant scowl on his face.

- nai knows what he’s capable of: knocking someone’s jaw off or breaking bones– he knows how to hurt someone and make it hurt bad. but with you, his hands turn into big warm paws, holding your face while he kisses you. arms putting someone in a choke hold just the night before, now wrapping lovingly around your waist while he grumbles good morning in your ear.

- knives looooves seeing you in the crowd watching him in the ring. now honestly before you got together, he mostly fought to release stress and see people bloody and bruised from his fists. but seeing you in the crowd gives him another reason to fight: cause god he loves showing off to you.

- he likes seeing your eyes sparkle up at him whenever he wins, he likes it when you run up to him and congratulate him with a sweet, satisfactory kiss.

- nai literally only lets you patch him up. he won't even let another nurse get within a three feet radius of him.

- he thinks it’s cute the way you take care of his wounds. gently wrapping gauze around them or holding an ice pack to his head, its adorable to see you bite your lip in concentration.

- knives like the little shit he is, like to pretend to wince just to see your reaction. forcing out a hiss when you check over his wounds, flinching back slightly. and seeing you gasp and scramble trying to apologize while wanting to pull away yet ease his pain is so fucking cute to him.

- but he has to go through with the act or you’ll swat him. so he hides his smile and brushes it off, telling you to continue. and when you look at him with wide, concerned eyes, he fights back the urge to kiss you.

[slothpoth]

Uncanny Vash and Knives Hcs

I just finished TriMax like— today so now I feel more comfortable being Public with hcs

TW: Body horror and the like

I’m gonna format this by saying overall hcs and then getting specific on how both of them treat/adapt to these hcs and what personal differences they have

Duo Headcannons

Every time their voicebox reopens their voice takes on a different tone

Most of the time it’s imitating voices they’ve heard in the past, sometimes it’s a weird amalgamation of them creating a new voice.

For example when they only knew Rem their voices would sometimes go a bit too high pitched like it’s their original voice mixed with Rem or just straight up Rem

Their eyes are very glassy and doll-like

I won’t say life less because they can still emote but I think when they’re at rest it’d be very like IB/ Mad Father Doll Room Tease

I’m playing with the idea of them not blinking but I wanna make it freakier somehow so maybe they blink inconsistently? Like one eye will blink every hour and the other every two hours?

The surface of their skin is always feels like there’s an electric current underneath, like you touch their arm and they have buzzies

Independents in general start off looking very uncanny as a newborn, grow into a child that looks very human, and as they rapidly age they start to become more plant like again (got inspo for this from possuminatrenchcoat_27 on tiktok)

This could possibly be a newer adaptation after what happened with Tesla assuming that Tesla is the first instance of an independent/ the first instance of an vs independent getting brutalized like that.

When they get antsy or any high tension you’d be able to see their respective abilities kind of…..moving under their skin

When the tension or emotion gets too much they start to like leak whatever their thing is, think “Hikaru” from The Summer Hikaru Died

When they bleed it’s a mixture of blood of sometimes a feather or a leaf or two

Viewing their “human” visages as a sort of disguise, I’d like to assume they can change colors

And by change colors I mean change how saturated or unsaturated their skin, hair, nails, and other organic parts are

Like if they do choose they can have the brightest teeth none to man and plant

Speaking of teeth, they can choose how many, how little, how long, how short, and what order their teeth are in

Also!! Incredible muscle control, like thinks Fox in a trap, rather than knaw off their leg they simply move and contract the muscle (and possibly bone) until they can slip out

They can photosynthesize but when they do it’s very obvious and very ominous

Like imagine one of them standing looking up, neck limp head back, eyes wide and unfocused slightly rolled back, jaw slack, a rumbling coming from the top of their head and from the ground but nowhere inbetween

Their senses are heightened so in high traffic areas they can get overwhelmed easily, especially considering that they spent their developing and adapting years on the ships where the loudest thing was the machine hum

I think it’d be funny if they can make themselves smell like different types of foliage like one day it’s roses the next it’s honeydew the next it’s just grass

Vash Copes

so Mr. Deluxe-Life-Like over here is a hummer

Like he’ll hum and clear his throat and make noises to try a get his speaking voicebox to around a tone that somewhat sounds like him.

He can’t just start randomly talking and sound like Milly! That’d be rude!

So along with the rainforest animal sequence chittering and chattering he’s just, “hmm hrrmm huummm buh…how are doing? Do you feel okay?”

To make up for how his eyes are he wears glasses (of course) but also had figured out how to dilate his eyes in time with what he sees in other people’s emotions (incredible muscle control)

He’ll be purposely very expressive to take as much attention from his eyes as possible so none notices how his eyes look or the blinking issue

Sometimes he’ll make himself blink when he knows he’s being looked at

So when Vash is getting antsy under his skin youll see almost like vines wiggling about underneath, but very inconsistently

Like if you’re looking at his arm you’ll see a long thin vine, that could be mistaken for a vein, jerk around sporadically

When he’s getting very antsy the vine will sprout thorns that’ll push through his skin like water. It won’t leave a wound behind the skin will just fall back together

That’s why he likes the coat so much because you can’t see the things going on under his skin

So like imagine an almost worm like part of his skin being raised that’s jerking around and moving these thorns that just glide through his skin (freaky huh?)

I think Vash would use the color changing thing for comedic effect, like the usual tinting red for blush or embarrassment, stuff like that

Despite having all these options for self customization, I think Vash would keep it pretty human like.

Well— not exactly. He hasn’t been in a place to get the details right so he kinda…fills in the blank spaces with other things!

Like since he hasn’t had the time to peek into someone’s mouth, he has a dog mouth. He’s seen the inside of a dogs mouth lot of times what’s wrong with it? They look cool!

One time him and wolfwood were play fighting and WW had pinned him so Vash started to moved his muscles around to squeeze out and WW got so scared he jumped like a foot in the air and cowered in a corner

Vash doesn’t photosynthesize often because he typically eating so that’s how he gets his energy

But when he’s on the run and another town is a ways away and he’s sooo hungry he just gotta Yknow

one time Meryl and Milly caught up to him while he was doing it and when they approached (after passing once to try to taunt him with water) he jerked out of it in a blink all creepy like

Like they were a yard away from his back and they blinked and now he’s a foot away and facing them all “Hey Ladies!” fym hey ladies bitch move

For his senses I feel like he kind of enjoys being on the run so he’s not constantly overstimulated by all the sounds of towns

Don’t get him wrong he loves towns and people but 24/7 everytime he opened his eyes? He just needs a wee break is all

Smell wise I think he’d keep to a grass kind of scent, it’s all he really knows

So when Meryl or Milly or Wolfwood come up and get personal with him and ask “what are you wearing” after answering cheekily for a while he just goes “nothing, I just smell like this”

Knives Cope

Welcome to the stage Mr. I-Look-Like-This-For-The-Irony and his special talent How Far Can We Push The Human Assumption

One of Knives’ pleasures is seeing how far he can push what he looks and acts like until people start to think he’s not a human

He’s found it’s reasonably far if he’s careful

Voice wise, Knives’ voice really doesn’t change all that often

It gets more erratic based on the people around you and Knives is usually isolated, since he’s not constantly around voices and people like Vash he just has to deal with voice pitching up and down and less imitations

That doesn’t mean it’s never happened

When he and Conrad first teamed up and we’re talking more often about their plans and what’s possible, Conrad thought Knives was warming up and being playful by imitating his voice sometimes

He chuckled once and Knives was like “What’s so funny.” And Conrad brought the voice thing up and Knives was like “That’s unintentional, why would I wanna win your favor I already have it.”

Knives knows his eyes are off putting. He knows very well.

He intentionally makes an overt amount of eye contact until he knows the other person is freaked out

When Knives gets to a point of tension where you can see his blades poking under his skin, he just lets em out

To him it’s his base plant side telling him to free himself of this embarrassing flesh suit so he’s like ah just as nature intended

It could also be why he has the cloak of blades cause he’s always high tension

Back to his stage act, How UnHuman Can We Look Until They Start Actually Thinking I’m Not Human, when it comes to their customization options, Knives likes the keep it just about human

He wants to look like his sisters, but knows he can’t get people to do what he wants if they think he looks too sweet (in his opinion his sisters are adorable)

So he tries to balance both visuals. He’s crazy pale with platinum blonde hair because his sisters are also incredibly pale.

But on the other hand, he keeps himself looking somewhat human because what else to should humanity see at its end but itself?

When he isn’t in public, he likes to look ALOT less human, like biblical Angel.

Knives doesn’t get into situations where he needs to move his muscles around himself to escape anything, the only time he did was when he and Vash were younger and playing around

Unlike Vash, Knives photosynthesizes all the time

He doesn’t like eating, it overwhelms his senses. The sunlight? Oh the sunlight.

Knives feels the same way about the Sun like yearning gays and the moon

He will photosynthesize even if he doesn’t have to, he does it so often he can do it laying down (he looks like a corpse and if you come too close to him while he’s laying there you will get skewered right ways)

Knives remembers more about the flowers Rem showed them and how they smell so usually he’ll choose whichever plant he thinks of first

That’s the end, this took like two days straight there was more in the thinker and reading The Summer Hikaru Died mid way through making it. Can you tell how much I like figuring out how human is human?

[elusive-mayfly]

If there was one thing Nai never thought would happen, it's that he'd have any empathy towards a human. When that happened, the new "it will never happen" thought was that he'd fall in love with them. And when that happened too, it was already too late.

Nai's a complex man with many thoughts stored away in his mind. He's tactful. Nothing happens without having deliberately been thought out.

The Great Fall was mentally his undoing. He believed he was doing the right thing. He believed he was giving not only himself freedom, but his brethren. It didn't matter what stood in his way, he would face it and he would be victorious. And when his actions presented fruitful, there was no turning back.

He did what he set out to do. A chain of events were presented to him and there was no other option. A never-ending battle was presented to him and he was the crux. That never bothered him.

What did bother him was when he extended a hand to Rem, his own mother, she chose them instead of him. Whether or not Nai admitted it, he loved Rem in his own way and having her reject them was the nail in the coffin: if his own mother chose the monsters over her own sons, she was also a monster.

And when Vash chose the monsters immediately after, that was enough. The sacrificial act of saving them was not appreciated. That was proof enough that Vash had been manipulated and was too far gone, at least at that point. In time, Vash would come around. In time, Vash would open his eyes... just like Nai did. It was inevitable.

Nai hid his sorrow, burying it deeper and deeper until it was just a fragment of a memory. He might not have even realized he held that grief.

Whatever lingering feelings he had were a waste of time. The love he held for his brother was what drove him to continue, but other than that, he didn't need these useless human feelings. Was he disappointed Vash didn't immediately side with him? Yes. But it would all be rectified eventually, so why process those emotions at all? Nai would always protect his brother.

But that disappointment in both Rem and Vash's rejection would fester in ways he didn't realize.

The fateful day you two met, these disappointments came to light. It doesn't matter how it happened, or what happened at all. One act of kindness or empathy and Nai was immediately hooked, much to his dismay.

He was starved for some kind of positive reinforcement and he would continue to seek it out whether he realized it or not. He was crippled beneath the weight of your actions and surprisingly... he didn't want it any other way.

He spent a long time denying it. You were a human and therefor you were the enemy. He could kill you if he really wanted to... but he never did.

Eventually, he began feeling... empathy for you, something he never thought were possible. Was it an eye-for-an-eye mentality? Because you showed him kindness, he felt like he needed to do the same? Maybe not to the same extent, but...

Maybe it was the looming threat of your rejection. Nai had cared only for two people in the past and they rejected him. Could he handle being rejected again?

He wouldn't give you a chance to reject him. Ever. You want to live? Done. You want an apology? Begrudgingly, it will happen. You want attention? It will be done. You want... love? ... you can have it.

At first, he just believed you were the exception. All humans are disgusting abominations... except you. All the humans needed to die... except you. It took him a long time to accept that your empathy towards him was what made you human. Your humility towards him is what made you human. Your forgiveness towards him is what made you human. And maybe humanity wasn't... all bad...

Maybe a small part of his ideology was wrong.

Maybe.

Begging him to leave everything behind was excruciating. Asking him to give up everything he had worked for and everything he believed was asking him to give up every part of who he was. You were asking him to tear down a century of growth in the (possible) wrong direction. The humans needed to be punished for their misdeeds and he was the messenger. To deny the messenger the act of delivering justice was, in his mind, cruel.

What convinced him was the conceiving of your child. Neither of you knew if you could conceive until it happened. But when it did, there was no denying that he already betrayed his cause. Plants would always be superior. Plants would always deserve more. And humans were a product of destruction, and deserved just that...

... but the middle ground, this child of both plant and human blood, was such a beautiful sight to behold...

And the thought of killing you or the child was something he could not do.

How do you rid the planet of an entire species save two people? Because if you make the exception, where is the line drawn? Humans were filled with flaws such as hypocrisy, and Nai could not fall to these weaknesses else he become exactly what he despised.

So what do you do when you feel you are forced to give up your life's purpose? You find a new purpose.

And finally, the tale of Millions Knives was over. Gone without a trace. The looming threat of his return would always be present, but people could finally breath a sigh of relief... at least for now.

There wasn't a bone in this man's body that knew how to live a domestic life. When you don't need to eat, you don't cook. When you don't need to sleep, you don't dream. There were many things he felt were expected of him that he could not bring to the table. How do you provide what you have not had provided to you for over a century?

Running away from his problems would never be an easy answer. He was forced to lay down a lot of his pride and ego to be able to fit into this... quaint life that he never wished for but so desperately wanted to keep.

But he can learn. If a mere human could do it, so could he.

Eventually, he got used to lying beside you during the night. Despite not needing it, he would sometimes sleep... but most of the time, he'd lie awake and think many a thought.

Did he regret his actions? That was complicated. What he did was for the plants. For his brother. He would never regret his loyalty. He would never regret his beliefs.

But something would always gnaw at him knowing to hate all humans meant to hate you and his child, and he couldn't bring himself to do that.

He would never be able to take back what he had done, and in truth, he didn't want to. Whether that painted him as a villain or not didn't change his mind. He could never adapt a new line of thinking, not entirely.

You knew this. And he knew you knew this.

But the one thing he didn't know you knew... is in the middle of the night when the whole household was supposed to be sleeping, Nai would sneak out of bed.

Maybe it was a need to feel a connection to something he had lost. Maybe the child called to him in a way you couldn't hear. Something drew him from your side during the dark of night that begged him to hold your child.

And with the infant in his arms, the two would glow in the small nursery. The communication between plants that you could not hear but could see. It coloured the room with a dull blue light and lingered in your mind as a beautiful and comforting scene.

Nai would never tell you he did this. And as your child grew and eventually forgot these kindred moments, he would never tell them either. But the message he was trying to convey would always ring true: he would always protect his family.

[fruitsoxs]

Hi!

how do you think Vash, Nico and Knives reaction while reader is walking down the isle (✿´‿`)

(hope the rest of your day goes amazing! thank you for blessing us with your drabbles)

~ Bun

i did headcanons for this!

warnings; just some wedding fluff!

Vash

Cries. 

But for real I think marriage is something Vash would only do if he really really trusts and cares for someone (which is a common trend among these fools)

For Vash, he’s probably so distraught over the idea of losing you that if he ever pops the question it is a big deal

So every part of the wedding would make him cry 

The morning of he’s tearing up 

Right before it starts

As soon as the music starts playing too

No matter what he’ll see you and just start tearing up. 

You’re everything to him. The person who he trusts more than anyone. Literally nobody can compare. And he gets to be with you forever?? He’s a mess about it

He’ll be completely awestruck by whatever you’re wearing 

When you reach him he’ll immediately hug you

He can’t believe he gets to marry someone as amazing as you??

His vows are immaculate 

But he’s so nervous as he says them

He’s got a little cheat sheet and he keeps messing up

Pathetic scrambling to get back on track too

But you love him.

Probably cries during your vows

OH!! And if you’re up for it he'd totally melt if you dipped HIM during the kiss

Wolfwood

Wolfwood strikes me as a secret romantic

He longs for these types of things but feels like he doesn’t deserve them, so when you show up and tell him he does it's like…you've opened the floodgates you know?

He wants to get married and settle down in his orphanage with you more than anything He’s so nervous

I don’t think he would cry 

But i do think he’s stand so still and just go completely quiet until you showed up

Like this man is so nervous he might pass out

Then he sees you and all of his worry just melts away

You are his safe place. And no matter how anxious or worried he is, he can find solace in you

He slowly gets that big goofy grin on his face the closer you get

And when you finally reach him he’ll pull you in close and kiss the side of your head

Will probably whispers that you're beautiful/handsome while he hugs you. 

Probably jokes during the wedding a lot

Like he whispers little jokes into your ear the entire time. And his vows are so unserious, but you know he loves you so it’s okay

Definitely dips you when you kiss

his hands are on you non-stop the entire night

Knives

Sorry but i fully believe he gives off zero emotion to anyone else but you

Everyone is like ??? is this man even happy that he’s getting married??

But you can see the tiny smile and you know he’s probably the happiest he’s ever been

Thinks marriage is useless until he meets you. Like he full shit talks it until you show up

Goes back on everything he says the first time you kiss

Probably a really small wedding. I think he’d be fine with it just being you and him if you’re okay with that

He wants it to be a personal moment between the two of you

But he’d be okay if you wanted something bigger because he does love you and is willing to compromise

ANYWAY

So he sees you walking down the aisle and he just kind of smiles this really soft smile

And you know that means he’s really happy

He holds out his hand for you as you get close 

When you take his hand he just never lets go throughout the entire thing

He’ll softly squeeze your hand when he gets emotional to let you know he’s happy

His vows are short and to the point, but they are so heartwarming

The kiss is short and sweet 

But as soon as he can get you alone he’ll tell you over and over again how amazing you look

Kisses you like crazy too

He likes kissing your wedding band– he’ll hold your hand and lift it up to his lips the entire night

He shows he’s happy through little things like that

[chris-continues]

Knives is interested by horror. What people perceive as terrifying, what humans find interesting.

I think if you wanted to watch something horrifyingly disgusting and disturbing (Say, lolita as an example), he’d be one of the best people to watch it with. Usually silent. If you grow close enough he’ll offer brief commentary.

[drunkenlionwrites]

What do you think Nai's fav positions are?

Firstly, Nai will not do anything to initiate sex for a looong time. He even may tease you, but not offer anything, till you’re crumbling down and bring this up to him yourself, do that he can mock you and feel superior to you cause he hasn’t succumbed to the lowly carnal desires.

He likes the positions that allow him to be in control 100% of the time. He also doesn’t want to face you, so you cannot see how much he’s enjoying fucking you himself.

I believe his favourite positions are all the forms of a doggy style: flatiron, the snake, leap frog, classical doggy; you name it. He’ll also bend you over any flat surface and fuck you from behind. He also loves to push your face to the wall and fuck you from behind, while holding one of your legs in his hand, allowing the better access. He’ll also be a bit mean and will be into degradation and dumbification, comparing you to a feral animal who cannot control their urges (while also ferociously pounding into you from behind, oh irony), but you’re also so needy by the time, so you just simply don’t mind everything, sometimes it makes you dripping wet or squirt especially when Nai goes really deep. He’ll mock you even more for this.

It will take a lot of time to coerce him to have sex in more intimate and gentle positions and pace, but hell relent once he opens up to you more.

[rimedehoth]

I was wondering how they both ended up with the same haircut....

[astaroth1357]

If MC shouts one of the brothers names' loud enough in the Devildom, they will hear it and run right to them like it's an emergency.

Lucifer and Mammon are the fastest getting there.

Levi and Belphie are the slowest.

Beel and Satan will just cut a straight path to wherever MC is, even if they have to bust through walls and throw people to get there.

And Asmo never shows up alone. He'll always tell whoever he's with that MC needs help so he shows up with up to 10 guys as backup.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[plush-rabbit]

Hole in One

I promised nsfw of him and here it is:)

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I saw art where he has like these fucking tendrils come out of his face hole and I needed that&lt;3

Jonathan has certainly changed after the Super-Collider. Not only was his appearance affected, with his body elongating and compressing, but also features disappearing. However, his personality was also altered. He’s become more possessive, and clingy. He hardly ever allows you to leave your home during your days off. Sure, you have to go and buy groceries and run your errands, but he needs you. 

If you were to be honest with yourself, you like being needed. You adored the attention that he was giving you. You thrived under it, knowing that you were the one that he cared so much for.

So when you come home and he calls for you, touching and rutting against you while you sit on his lap, you roll your hips, feeling yourself leak arousal. It’s been too long since you’ve had any sort of intimacy with him that led to sex. Most intimacy ended right before it got physical, and you knew that would be an issue- he was still insecure about his body- you only had your fingers to pleasure yourself in the shower. Now that he has you on his lap, rutting and whining about how nice and sweet you are to him, you want nothing more than to have anything of him inside of you.

You press your lips to kiss against his jawline, peppering him in soft kisses and letting your hands cup over his chest. His hands find themselves over your hips, going under your shirt to feel your skin.  “I gotta say,” you mumble, “I miss your nipples.” He hisses out your name and you smile as you kiss down his neck. “It’s true. You were always so sensitive-” the pad of your thumb swipes over where they should have been- “always whined and buck when I’d twist them.”

“I wouldn’t whine,” he mewls, looking down at you. Pinching softly as the skin on your stomach, he tilts his head. “I miss being able to kiss you.”

Smiling softly, you press a kiss on the edge of one his spots near the collarbone. “I tried not to bring it up before, but you’re um, kinda flat down there.”

“Huh?”

“You’re missing your dick, Jonny,” you murmur, rimming a hole with the point of your index finger. 

“Oh um-” he clears his throat and the spot on his face divots at the top- “it's in a hole.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“Watch.” His hand shots down to his middle, and between the small space that you’ve created, his knuckles bump against your crotch. You roll your hips against his knuckles and he’s polite enough not to say anything. Oh, it really has been a while since you’ve had any sort of action. You watch as a spot forms, swirling and dark, little lines of it rippling around, and you blink and suddenly, you’re staring at his cock. 

With a watering mouth, you realize that it really has been a while. “Fuck Jonathan,” you mumble, trying to keep yourself composed.

“Good or bad?” He asks, uncertainty and insecurity twisted into his words. 

Having to peel your eyes away from his cock, you look up at him. “Mind if I blow you?” He nods rapidly. “Cool.” You kiss at the edge of the spot on his face. 

You sit on your knees, your hands pushing against his thighs to spread his legs. Appearing from the hole, the cock springs upwards, pure white, lacking any kind of spots. There’s a bit of coloration- a light gray that you wonder if it’s supposed to be his own coloration except in monochrome, or if it's blushing. From the hole, his package also exits the spot, resting over the edge. The spot itself is perfectly shaped for him with dark swirling lines around the edge of the hole, but there are no gaps- not an inch of room for you to rim and poke around. 

“You’re bigger than before,” you say in a whisper. Moving closer to his erection, you press your face against it. “A lot bigger.” You can feel your cunt twitch at the thought of him going inside of you. 

He’s looking down at you, his spot dilated and swirling. “You uh- like it?”

It really has been a while for you. You don’t even want to answer him- all that you can think about it putting him in your mouth. His skin is different than before, almost like a latex feel- or rubber. You aren’t entirely sure of the proper comparison but at the moment, it doesn’t matter.

Pressing a kiss against his cockhead, you pull back, swiping a tongue underneath his head. Other than the color and stretched size, it looks exactly like his did before- down to the vein on the underside, the soft curve to it, and the leaking head. You grab at the base of his cock, and he mumbles your names, hands lifting weakly before they fall back to the bed with a thump. Your tongue peeks out and you swipe over the slit, tasting the semen on your tongue.

It still tastes like him.

Oh, you’ve really missed him.

“Can you-” he falters with his sentence- “Please,” he begs.

You open your mouth to him, pushing yourself midway, already feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. He’s much longer than before. Pulling away, a thin sheen of spit covers him. Your hand wraps around his base, pumping him, and you return to him, feeling his thighs jolt at the touch. Taking him into your mouth, you can feel how hot and heavy he feels, and he leaks into your mouth, and you greedily swallow it all. 

There’s never been a stronger want than now. You need him. You worship him, suckling him and hollowing your cheeks, desperate as he is to make him cum. Your jeans rub against your crotch, and you can't think how his heavy scent fills your lungs and makes your mouth water. Unbuckling them right now is the least of your concerns when you can just rut against the friction with the thick material. Pulling his cock off of your mouth, it bobs and taps against your face, leaving your spit sticking to your skin. You watch in awe as it reaches well past your face. Even thinking about it going inside of you makes you want to skip the foreplay and just put it in. The sting of it might actually be worth it. 

Pushing yourself back against his cock, you take him again, shivering at how thick even his pre-ejacualtion is. Oh, your poor Jonathan- too pent up for who knows how long. You;d make up for lost time, you’re sure of it. You won’t let go of his cock until the both of you are spent and even then, you’d want him to be buried deep in your cunt, stretching and hitting deep at your core. You moan against him, the thought of him filling you with his seed and keeping it inside of you makes your cunt throb.

Your jaw almost hurts with how you have to push so far down, choking and spit dribbling in the corner of your mouth. But he sounds so good, moaning and panting your name with his hand holding onto the crown of your head. You focus on slurping him, suckling on his cockhead like it would produce you milk, moaning and rubbing yourself against the seam of your pants while he jerks and moans. 

He calls your name, broken and low, his hand fisting into your hair. “I’m gonna- Fuck!” He tilts his head back, bucking his hips into your mouth, his cockhead pushing against the inside of your cheek. “Your mouth- I fucking-” The sound of you gagging echoes in your ears, and you can feel strands of spit spill from your mouth. 

Your hand grasps onto his package, massaging and rolling the pair around in your hand. It feels so heavy in your hands- burning and weighted with pent frustration. Adjusting him in your mouth, your lips circle around the middle of his cock, his seed spilling and filling your mouth. It’s thick, and gooey, resting flat on your tongue and when you lean back, spills past the corner of your lips. Looking up at him, there are tears in your eyes, and your mouth closes, swallowing the seed and letting it burn down your throat. 

As you stand, you can feel how slick your underwear is. It slips and sticks and you need to take off everything. You’re too hot- too aroused to even want to consider giving him a show, but as he looks at you, his cock stays erect, twitching as a gossamer string of cum hangs and drips onto the floor.

Your clothes fall into a pile and he’s looking at you with his spot swirling and erratic, and you can’t help but smile. Oh, that has to be a good sign.  There’s fleeting spots of gray that stretch over his face, and you’re pulled on the bed. 

Laying on the bed with your legs bent, you watch as he dips his face down. The hands on your legs squeeze, and you suck in a breath through your teeth. You can feel his face nuzzle against your thighs, soft little upwards strokes that lead down to your cunt. 

A hand lets go of you, and you wait, and wait, the anticipation killing you and making you throb. You think about calling his name, wanting him to do something other than just stare at you. Something wet slicks against your cunt, and you yelp, body lifting and skin crawling with goosebumps. It’s wet and feels slimy- a feeling that you aren’t totally opposed to. His tongue- you think it’s his tongue- slides around your cunt.

“I’m sorry! I just- I wanted to try- Are you okay?” He peeks his head up from between your thighs.

“I uh- No, no. That was just a surprise. Keeping going,” you say breathlessly.

Your hands fist into the cover and you feel him lap at your cunt. It oozes over you, thin and viscid, snaking down the inside of your thighs to the bedsheets. You buck your hips. Gasps and moans fill the room, and you need him to keep going. His tongue zigzags over your cunt in fat strides, the point of it liking upwards around your hardened clit. Your hands find themselves at your breasts, pulling and twisting at your nipples. 

He does such a good job with whatever he’s using. 

“Fuck, Jonathan!” You yelp, lifting your hips when something else laps at your cunt, when something smaller and thinner teases at the edge of you, dipping in to feel you clench around him, but pulling away with ease. “No- Fuck, inside, please,” you moan, bucking your hips.

It doesn’t feel like it’s his hands, and it can’t be his hands because they’re holding your thighs, stretching and pushing them away. You don't have much time to think about it when your clit is rubbed with the flat of his tongue. 

Something wet is against your crotch and you aren't sure what it is, it feels like it's a lot- thick and slimy. You grind against his face with stuttering hips and a twitchy cunt. Wet, clicking sounds fill the room, his tongue working you into a frenzy, scuttling around your heat, and his face buries deeper as if he can’t get close enough, as he has to be in you- or you in him considering how his holes work. He eats like a starving man which isn’t completely untrue- and he’s simply lapping and swiping at your sex. 

Gasping and panting, you keen at how close you are, and in what is the cruelest he has ever been, he pulls away. You look up to see something slither back into his face hole, and he’s shining in your arousal, and his spit. 

Your face is flushed and eyes squinted in frustration. “Jonathan,” you wail, a hand shooting down to finish the job yourself. Except a hole stops you, and your hand shows up on the other side of the room, reaching for you, and grabbing for nothing. “Jonathan-”

“I wanna feel,” he says, grabbing at the base of his cock, and swiping it up your cunt. His head touches at your clit, and a jolt causes you to arch your back. He slides it back down and his cock enters you.  You pull your hand back, fisting when you feel him.

His hands find themselves back at your legs and he bends them, letting your cunt stretch and you feel him push further into you. Hands grips below your knees, and your hands bend to rest beside you. His thrusts are heavy and strong, and he’s bent over, looking into you as you whine and writhe under him. 

Frantically, he’s burying himself deep, and you can feel it all- every twitch of his cock, the way that it stretches and makes you want to cry that it’s far too much, but you’re unable to speak, too lost on the feeling of him finally being inside of you to actually think clearly. He ruts into you, and you stare at the hole in his face. He’s so much bigger than he was before, towering over you, having to hunch himself over to keep you at face level. He’s unforgiving, whimpering and cursing under his breath. He bullies your cunt, and it’s clear that he really needed this- that he needed you. You can hear soft gasps, and moans that sound deep and strained, and you think you see his hole twitch and spasm when you call his name. 

“Jonathan,” you mewl, tilting your head backwards. “‘S feels so good.” Your words are simple, mind hazy and muddled as the man before you slams his hips against yours. Sex is nothing like it was before, and you think it has to do with whatever built up pressure the two of you have had. You arch your back, your body shaking and squeezing against him as an orgasm crashes through your body. “More, more,” you plead, your hands reaching to grasp at his forearms, clawing at his skin. You don’t now why you waited to fuck him- you wouldn’t have if you knew that he was this needy and pent-up. 

The spot on his face is enlarged and swirling. Staring it feels too much- like you’re going to get sucked into it and never come out. You wonder if his holes feel good too. Reaching a hand, you swirl it around one near the crook of his elbow. He thrusts into you sharply, groaning and bending his head down. 

“You feel so good,” he laments. Something jolts inside of you- he sounds off, echoey and deeper. “Love how you feel.” he thrust into you and you gasp, fluttering your eyes close as he bullies your cervix. Through fluttering blinks, you watch as his jolts and the spots stretch over, almost encasing part of his shoulder in black. You wheeze and close your eyes when he pushes himself deeper into you. “‘S all mine.” You feel something wet drip on your chest and when looking, it comes out of his face hole in thick, dark drops. “I wanna be deep inside of you.”  He speaks in a guttural voice as he rocks his hips into you. 

There’s a knot in your stomach that tightens with every thrust, and you whine and moan, twisting and jittering as he pistons into you. You can’t bring yourself to speak, only moaning and wailing the closer that you get, the more that he fucks you in a way he hadn’t before. 

“Never wanna let you go.” You return the sentiment by clamping around his cock. “I wanna fuck you,” he slurs, giving short, quick thrusts into you. “Fuck you till you’re full.”

His spots swirl and move and the way that he speaks isn’t his voice, but an echo of it, devoid of emotion, only hunger and possession that lays mixed into the vowels and constants. You really do think you’re going to be sucked into him with how serious he is. 

Your body shakes and stutters as you reach your high, clamping around his cock, whining and clawing your nails into him to keep him close to you. 

“Where?” He asks, his voice melding to sound more like him. “I wanna- Where?” He calls your name, weakly and shakily pushing himself inside of you. His body jolts and twitches, the hands on your squeezing and scratching your skin. “Can I cum inside?” He lowers himself, resting his forehead against your own. “Please. I wanna so bad,” he mumbles. 

“Inside, please,” you mutter,  reaching up to kiss at his skin that burns under your touch. “Wanna feel full.” It’s enough to set him off, chasing his high, fucking you through your own. You squeal, legs twitching and body feeling as if it's on pins.

Even as he reaches his high, he doesn’t relent- his thrusts get sloppy, but they still hold the heaviness to them. It’s like he’s making sure that when he spills into you is going to be too buried inside of you to even leak out.

Past the twitching and calling of your name, he lets his cock warm inside of you, pulling out with a groan as if leaving you is too painful to even do. He lays beside you, his cock twitching against his thigh, leaking a thick cream that can barely be distinguished from his own skin. He takes heavy breaths, fingers dancing over the bedsheets in an attempt to calm down. 

You turn over, resting your hand over his. the middle of your thighs feel wet, and sticky. It leaks down and leaves a trail of warmth. His spots are smaller, back to his regular size, and while they move, they aren’t as erratic as they were before.

“That was good,” you tell him. “Fuckin’ good.”

“Mhm,” he agrees with a high-pitched voice. “Really good,” he agrees in a breathless voice. “Think we can go again?”

[h4venpha]

vash’s hair being longer than knives’ in all versions of trigun does something to me. like lets be real they both probably cut their own hair right?

but like knives likes to cut his hair shorter or itll get in his face and he doesnt want hair in his eyes when hes trying to wipe humanity off the face of the planet duh. plus i feel like hes kind lazy regarding his physical appearance. like he definitely does not want to do his hair in the mornings, like he just wants to be able to splash his hands in sum water and run his fingers through it and taadaa all done. knives cuts his hair yes but its.. careless almost? like ‘eh itll grow back wtv’ like he has much bigger things to worry about

VASH on the other hand enjoys his hair a lil longer!! he likes to style it and cut it and look pretty (very much human ideals that knives disapproves of). vash who is self taught and cuts his hair whenever he wants, he puts a drape on the floor and covers his robo arm cause getting hair stuck in the prosthetic crevices is a pain to get out. i would say vash likes to dye it but um.. cough trimax cough. BUT LIKE IN THE 98 ANIME u cant tell me milly and vash dont have a matching pink strip of hairs…

[bobosbillionsknives]

beautiful lab grown women !!

[elusive-mayfly]

... if Knives had children, would he need to be baby proofed? Like-

[fruitsoxs]

Imagine having a little sentient plushie version of each of them (Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives) that acts like them. How do you think they would react to the smol versions of themselves? I love vash plushie

i feel like this would lead to destruction lol

pairing(s); none warnings; none

Vash

Immediate buddies

Tiny Vash will just sit on his shoulder 24/7 and hang out

Vash probably sees the little guy and is like “I have no idea what you are but i'd die for you.”

Tiny Vash being there for regular sized Vash when he gets sad

Tiny Vash mimicking regular sized Vash’s mannerisms 

Tiny Vash and Regular sized Vash getting into trouble together and making everyone’s life hard

I think Vash would use tiny Vash as a little distraction if they’re ever getting chased. Just imagine people seeing tiny Vash and going “that…looks like the human typhoon but why is he so small?” and everyone gets  away safely in the confusion

Rumors start spreading that Vash is actually really tiny and the entire world is confused

Wolfwood

I fully believe that tristamp Wolfwood would fight any version of himself. That guy is feral (But i love him)

So tristamp wolfwood and a tiny version of himself would be throwing hands when they first meet

The two would fucking argue non-stop

Probably until vash tries to interject and then both of them team up to bully Vash a bit

Tiny Wolfwood asking for a cigarette and being denied one because he’s too small

Everyone giving attention to tiny Wolfwood because he’s so cute and Wolfwood is a little jealous so he’s pouting off on the side

They’d act like the hate eachother but I fully believe Meryl would catch Tiny wolfwood sleeping on Wolfwood’s shoulder one night and snap a picture

Knives

I strongly think Knives would try to kill a tiny version of him at first

He’s like “Wtf is this thing???”

But after he is unsuccessful and the two talk a bit he’d probably be happy to finally have a like minded individual  

Sits on his shoulder just like Vash does with his little plushie buddy

They probably have tons of talks where they go over stuff that would fly over my head 

Plushie Knives sits to the side while Knives goes ham on the piano and is just like “you missed a note” 

Everyone thinks they’ll end up trying to kill each other eventually but they really fucking vibe

[chris-continues]

“You’re one hell of a roommate..”

Vash and Knives living together- HS AU + College AU!

CW- mentions of death (in relation to Rem + the loss of Vash’s arm)

EVEN MORE highschool and college au lore (the only difference between the two when I write is in hs au you meet them in hs in college au you meet them freshman year of college)

Also wait give me feedback should I just make it so you knew them in hs and went to the same college?? Idk

@cowboylivio I mentioned this earlier in the Trigun server but here u go! <3

-When Vash and Nai start living together (on their own) it’s when they’re 16-17 in highschool (juniors/third years/11th grade). It was a cheap apartment in a bit of a run down part of town, and they had to walk a good distance to get picked up by the bus every morning. (They didn’t want to put too much mileage on their shared car- a used SUV from like 6 years ago)

-this was due to Rem’s passing, they got emancipated w/out a court order so they didn’t have to deal w Foster care or anything

-they were both kids- and rightfully terrified. Nai had to work harder to support both him and Vash while Vash had to get used to having no arm while trying to save money to get a prosthetic (they got some money from the state but still)

-Vash learned to get used to playing tennis w/one arm. It was a long process but he’s very good

(Ok now for more fluff this was getting way more depressing than I thought it would be T<T)

-Once they start to get the hang of it more- Nai tends to cook dinner while Vash cleans. (Although Nai tends to help him out since he wants them cleaned a certain way lol)

-in college (w/ academic scholarships + athletic scholarships) they have enough money to get a condo off campus once they’re like sophomore-junior. Freshman year Nai hated the dorms (they were full of obnoxious people, ugh.)

-on a side note Nai is eternally grateful they’re going to the same college. He didn’t know what he’d do without Vash

-Vash and Nai went to like an ikea and target for furniture- Vash couldn’t stand the blandness of the condo and despite Nai preferring minimalism the plain tan walls were definitely lacking

-they didn’t have much decor in their apartment in highschool, due to most of it being expensive and they were too focused on school and sports to care much anyway (but now w/ a more stable life in college they got to settle down a tiny bit)

-Vash wanted a few cute plant posters and Nai agreed, purchasing a few small succulents and debating on what coffee table to get

-VASH TOTALLY WANTED A SECTIONAL even tho they’re expensive (they both saved up for one after like a year or two)

-Vash insisted they have a few cute blankets in the ottoman. By cute they have like a bunch of graphic design blankets (Vash has an Elmo one) (Nai called him ridiculous) (he thinks it’s endearing anyway)

-their condo isn’t huge but it’s very well kept despite a few scattered papers and assignments. Nai keeps a tidy home, and he’s practiced at doing so. In highschool when Vash went into a mental health slump (as did he, but he had to try his best to ignore it to keep them both afloat) one of the things that helped him think was cleaning. It still is.

-Vash has kids toothpaste because he can’t stand the taste of super strong minty adult stuff. It’s overwhelming for him

-like imagine using their bathroom and you see like Anna and Elsa toothpaste next to an astray toothbrush (also they’re not supposed to be out on the sink they have drawers for that but Vash sometimes forgets)

-they have a soft rug. They got it from Ikea. It’s a bit minimalist with small cute patches or color- Nai wanted a plain white one but Vash insisted they need some color so they compromised.

-there’s cute small floating shelves lining the shelves lining the walls- some have small trinkets Vash has collected from thrift shops (small plushie, a cute little pot where he’s growing a plant, etc)

-They always try to do something for each other every holiday. Nai especially, considering his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and gift giving. The first year they were alone and only had each other, Nai wanted Vash to feel better and got him something small. A cute mug he found at a goodwill he took Vash one weekend, (since Vash enjoys just window shopping. He refrained back then from getting anything because he hated to stress Nai out)

-it was a snoopy mug, with the beagle and the little yellow bird reminding him of Vash. He also got him a Star Wars keychain (because Vash was totally a Star Wars nerd at one point in time like imagine him cosplaying Anakin or Padme OHMYGOD-)

-Vash cherishes these to this day and every single gift Nai gets him. Even to the snacks Nai often gives him, or just the fact he knows someone cares. Nai has been with him through thick and thin, seen him at his worst, helped him at his worst, supported the both of them, comforted him even though it’s hard for him..

He’s forever grateful to him.