#roberto x reader

[millionsvash]

Hey what's up! It's ya boy!

I humbly ask if it pleases you my holy ember, could you provide some first kiss headcanons on the trigun boys?

(Vash, Knives, Wolfwood, Legato, Roberto and Livio)

I love you, you seggsy ass mf!

Oh, you think I'm sexy? When are we kissing?

Trigun men and their first kiss reaction headcanons

Vash the Stampede

A first kiss with Vash would be an actual train wreck. He never thought he'd get to this point. All he knows about kissing is what he's seen other people do.

So he goes straight in for a kiss, and he doesn't tilt his head, so he hits noses with whoever he's trying to kiss and is extremely confused why it didn't work.

He has to have the steps explained to him out loud. This includes having to explain that he has to tilt his head to the side because his nose sticks out. He's not dumb; he just never really realized how much the nose would get in the way.

Once he gets through all the steps, the kiss is really quick. It's sort of like a peck.

However, once he gets that first peck, he can't stop. He's so excited about it that he's just pecking over and over again.

He also really loves to hold your face while he does this. He likes to run his thumbs over the flesh of your cheeks while he smothers you with pecks.

Of course, once it's over, he's asking if he can do it all over again.

Millions Knives

Knives acts like he doesn't even want a kiss. He comes up with a hundred reasons why kissing is stupid, and he won't stoop to that level.

In reality, he's saying this exact thing in his head. (Click the link; it's a YouTube video.)

He's so in denial that when he leans down to kiss you, he's like, "I guess I'll humor you with a kiss," when he's the one who wants it more than you do.

The kiss is really long. He holds it for so long that you have to slap his face to get him to stop so you can catch your breath.

When he pulls away, he's pouting and saying, "That was stupid; I can't see why anyone would enjoy that. Maybe if I try again, I'll find out."

So once you catch your breath, he goes in for another one. He will do anything to avoid admitting he loves it.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Wolfwood acts like a groom about to see his bride for the first time when he thinks about kissing. The poor guy is fidgeting all over the place and sweating so badly.

He'd probably accidentally mess it up by burping on your face and freaking out, thinking you don't want to kiss anymore.

He'd probably say something dumb like, "Oh, I'm sweatin' more than a whore in church." and dramatically wipe the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

When he kisses, all you can taste is the obscene amount of tobacco in his mouth, but for his first kiss, he's actually quite good at it.

He even sweeps you off your feet, bridal style, and dips you down to give you a long kiss.

Legato Bluesummers

Legato's entire goal is to make you freak out by kissing him, because messing with humans is really funny to him.

So right before you lean in to kiss him, he sticks out his freakishly long tongue and says something like, "I can't wait to taste you, human." (Despite being a human himself...idiot.)

Then, of course, when he actually gets kissed, he's quite confused. He gets a bit flustered, and then he gets annoyed at himself for getting flustered by it.

He's sort of like Knives, where he lives in denial that he enjoyed it or needs it, but finds excuses to pull you in for more.

He'd probably end it by saying something like, "Don't think I like you, filthy human."

You know he totally likes you.

Roberto De Niro

If you're kissing this man, he is 100% drunk during it. That's when he's at his dumbest and clearly not thinking straight.

He'll egg you on, especially if you get shy about it. He'll say things like, "What? I thought you said you were strong and brave!" or quote something you said in a different situation.

If you get even shyer, he'll be laughing at you, but in a sort of teasing, flirty way.

He's an older man, so he has that older flirty charm, but when he's drunk, he has the youthful playfulness in him.

He'll grab your chin and say, "Here, I'll show you," even though this is also his first kiss.

Still, for the first kiss, he's really good at it, even when intoxicated. He even teases you by running his tongue across your teeth while you kiss.

Then, when you pull away, he'll tease you by saying, "I guess that was okay," just to watch you squirm.

Livio the Double Fang

If inexperienced kisser had a picture next to it, that would be a picture of Livio.

Livio has never even thought about kissing anyone. He's always stayed in his own head and kept his mind focused on his job and what he has to get done.

So when the chance to kiss comes, he's a huge mess. His hands are shaking, and he can't seem to speak a single word.

He becomes a deer in headlights and stutters, just trying to confirm that you really want to kiss.

When you pull him in, he'll melt under the touch. He will savor every second of it like it's the best moment of his life.

His eyes are full of life and delight at the feeling.

He's still flustered at the end of his first kiss, but he's able to speak enough to ask if you two can do it again. He's a puppy, like Vash.

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HEY BABE, WHAT SIZE PUSSY YOU HAVE

(Headcanons)

The Trigun Folks and Buying Period Supplies for Their Partner for the First Time

I'd like you to know that I *cackled* when I saw this in my inbox. Sorry it took so longggggg! So, I'm basing this off a mix of TriStamp and Tri98 (only reason not TriMax is bc I haven't read it yet I'm sorryyyyy) Big thank you to @abject-indulgence for helping with Legato (go follow him; he's pretty rad) Dividers by @benkeibear

Livio

he's such a sweetheart he offers to go get more supplies because your cramps are really bad he gets to the store and is very overwhelmed by the range of options he'd just text you to ask which ones you preferred to make sure he gets the right ones he also picks up your favorite dinner while he's out because at least it'll be a nice surprise

Wolfwood

this man runs an orphanage, so he knows what's up you ask him to grab some more when he's running errands he checks with you before he leaves to make sure he gets the right brand, size, etc. he's gonna maybe give you a little funny remark but he's back later that day with the supplies and some of your favorite snacks and he'll give you a uterine massage if your cramps are particularly bad also, he's the world's best heating pad because he runs so warm

Vash

poor, sweet Vash is trying his best he's never really had a partner before and wants to make sure he does everything right so he's doing a store run and notices pads and tampons are on the list doesn't look at the list before he goes and just panics nearly has a breakdown in the aisle because he doesn't know which ones to get he's too nervous to ask you or the employees he ends up getting one of each that he can find because he can't get it wrong if he gets all of them, right

Knives

he's gonna complain like, he's gonna say some crap about how humans are such a pain and a nuisance and he'll make someone else do it he will, however, make sure there's someone keeping an eye on it in future so you never have to ask again but he won't ever admit to it

Roberto

look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't have this on lock I dare you because you'll be dead wrong this man has been around the block no hesitation just asks which ones you want like it's no big deal to him it's just another part of life

Legato

he's just confused why you're asking him to do it he's not grossed out or upset, just confused like, anybody could go do that and he's got things to do that only he can do anyway, he makes sure it gets done though he just has one of the lower level grunts do it with the threat of an excruciating death if they mess it up

Milly

you never have to ask her to pick up supplies because she's already on top of it like, she knows when anything is running low at home what makes you think she'd be anything less growing up with a big family means making sure there's plenty of household supplies you're actually more likely to have the issue of there not being enough space she always accidentally ends up buying too much

Meryl

she's the one who's gonna forget to supplies honestly she's too busy focusing on everything else to check and so she's doing emergency runs to get something to tide y'all over until she can get to the store to actually get the ones y'all want spoiler: she forgets and the cycle repeats

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Roberto nsfw headcanons

finally finished this up!!! @fruitsoxs come get your food!

warnings: teasing, mentions of edging, mentions of anal

•I just know he's got a fat dick. it's not too long, around average or rather, a little shorter, but it does fill you up quite nice and he's got a bit of experience so he knows how to fuck you well with it.

•Roberto would be really good at fingering you and he enjoys doing it too.

•he doesn't quite have an edging kink, he's just very languid and unrushed with all his movements. he loves teasing you though!

•Roberto calls you sweetheart, doll, and every now and then, princess. before you guys got together he called you kid if you were younger than him by even a few years. but that was mainly just to tease you and get under your skin.

•he loves dirty talk a lot. "how does that feel, sweetheart? love how my dick feels?" "look at you fucking yourself on me, it's cute how eager you are, doll." "come on, tell me how you're feeling, don't be shy now."

•Roberto moans and grunts often. despite his teasing words, he's just as lost in the pleasure as you. his moans are deep and and a bit quiet, however, closer to his climax, he gets louder. his words also turn more towards encouragement and praise. "you're doing so good, doll, that's it I'm almost there."

•he's a firm enjoyed of both boobs and ass!

•his favorite position is definitely cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. he loves laying back and watching as you ride his dick. lazily rubs your clit and smoothing his hands over your waist, hips and thighs. his eyes always flicker between the way your breasts bounce, your expressions, and where the two of you are connected.

•when he's in an ass mood, he enjoys shamelessly staring at your ass, squeezing it and giving it teasing, small slaps. always chuckles a little if you make a noise of surprise or moan at it.

•he enjoys doggy style and missionary too.

•though with doggy, Roberto doesn't actually move much, he'll have you fuck yourself on his dick as he gropes your ass. he will grind into you when your ass meets his hips, making sure he hits your g-spot each time.

•if it's something you're in to, he'll press a thumb against your asshole, rubbing and teasing the ring of muscles. every so often, Roberto will press his thumb in, before taking it out. once you're whining about it he'll lean in, asking if you really want him to finger you there, only doing so once you're nodding your head, almost begging for it.

•once he gets closer to release that he starts to thrust into you, chasing his high. Roberto will move one of his hands down and rub at your clit, helping you to reach your high too.

•missionary is a bit slow, but it's something Roberto finds more intimate and 'making love' rather than fucking. the first time you two were in that position, he was rather flustered, not used to the intimacy and vulnerability. it took him a little bit, and perhaps some convincing to get him to look you in the eyes during the act. a part of him preferred to keep his head tucked into your neck just mouthing at it. Roberto's cheeks were flushed the entire time, and rather than his usual teasing and dirty talk, he was praising you and telling you how much he loved you. he holds you close, cupping your cheek and complimenting you.

•once you've both cum, Roberto gets a bit shy about just how lovey-dovey he was during it. he just loves you a lot even if he doesn't say it much<3

•he prefers receiving oral, loves looking down at you and seeing your lips wrapped around his dick. Roberto brushes his fingers through your hair, making sure it stays out of your face as you suck him off. he loves making eye contact with you and praising you during it.

•Roberto is rusty when it comes to oral. he knows what he needs to do, it's just he hasn't done it in a long time. he's a little slow and unsure at first, but with your guidance and praise, he gains that confidence back. while he enjoys just fingering you more, he can't lie, he loves how you taste and how your thighs press against his head.

•this man just knows when you're starting to get horny out in public. whether it's the way you glance at him, or try to subtly shift your thighs, he knows. when Roberto gets the chance, he'll begin to tease you with words and touches. if you're sitting next to eachother at a table, or perhaps, in the car when the others are sleeping and Meryl is focused on driving, Roberto won't hesitate to rest a hand on your thigh, a little higher than publicly acceptable.

•Roberto really doesn't have much shame anymore. he'll just send you a grin and a raised eyebrow as he bring his hand up further. Roberto would rub your through you clothes, but once he thinks someone will put the attention on you two, he's retracting his hand and acting as if nothing happened. he chuckles lowly as he sees you try not to act flustered.

•or, when you two separate from the group while in a town, he'll pull you into an alley, pressing you against a wall. Roberto puts a leg between yours, rubbing the top of his thigh against your clit. he chuckles, telling you how needy are before pulling away and walking out of the alley. when you don't follow, he turns, giving you a shit eating grin at your face. "what? you thought I was gonna do more? we've got errands to run, newbie will be mad if we don't do 'em."

•trying to tease him back during this will only result in him laughing. again, Roberto has no shame, if you rub him through his pants he'll only comment that you're so brave and daring to do this in public. hell, if he gets a boner, Roberto will just try to hide it a little with his jacket.

•he doesn't mind if you tease him or edge him a little during sex either. he actually enjoys it went you go slower when riding him, focusing on the feeling of your walls against his dick.

•Roberto doesn't get whiny when you tease him, tears may prick the corners of his eyes but that's about it unless you've been edging him for a while. he's not the best at begging, but if it's something you want him to do as you edge him, he'll oblige the best he can.

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Yo Yo! I'm cashing in on my request as I start brainstorming your uncanny boy. Can I get uhhhhhhh.......

Your favorite Trigun characters and how they'd react to tsundere reader? Very much likes them but would die before admitting it.

Tee, and if I may, hee.

✌🏻

Ohohoho my favs you’ll tell which ones they are LMAO

Vash

- Slow, and if I may, burn. Even if you were more vocal about your feelings, he would be in denial that you like him, and even if he did pick up on it… he truly believes he doesn’t deserve you. That he deserves to seek penance for the rest of his days.

-Fleeting, accidental touches as you both pull away quickly… although you linger a bit longer than needed.

-Wolfwood and Roberto will tease you both. Hell, sometimes Meryl even joins in. You both adamantly refuse, of course not, you couldn’t like Vash. At all. Ever. With his winning smile, and kind eyes, and sweet demeanor, and..

-It’s so bad. Like incredibly bad. The mutual pining is actually insane. Either you guys get inebriated or confess, or some third party has to make something happen, because it’s honestly painful to watch.

Wolfwood

-This guy? Biggest fucking tease on No Man’s Land. He pushes anyone’s buttons, regardless. But especially if it’s you, constantly having some witty remark or retort saved just for you.

-If you banter back with him, that’s cute. If you huff and turn away shyly, that’s also cute. Honestly, you’re just really cute.

-Your tsundere behavior is endearing, in his eyes. If he notices, he’ll make sure to lean in real close when talking to you, before saying something insulting or stupid with a shit eating grin. He knows what he’s doing.

Livio

-I do think if you took the refusal part about your feelings a bit far he may feel hurt.

-He’s a flustered mess when it comes to you (same as you)

-He’d be a bit in denial about his feelings for you- you don’t deserve someone like him, after all. He could hurt you! And you’re so soft, and sweet, and-

-…he really wants you. Such a softie.

-Like Vash, you’ll probably need a third party to come in and make something happen. He’s willing to let you go in fear of hurting you (like Vash).

Roberto

-This old man?? Yeah, he knows. Easy. You being into him doesn’t effect him in the slightest, sleazy grin on his face. He’s willing to wait for you to confess on your own terms, having already heavily hinted at his attraction towards you.

-This isn’t his first rodeo, and he can play the long game. Pretend he doesn’t have an effect on you when he carelessly reaches across you- oh no, he was just opening the glovebox. Why’re you so red? Too hot out for you? Pfft.

-He has fun with it, lazy grin on his lips. He’s like Wolfwood, but worse.

Milly

-She’s incredibly oblivious. Meryl probably points out your attraction for her and she goes: “really?? I couldn’t tell!” Even if it was extremely obvious.

-She’s a very affectionate person, so most of your interactions end up with you, a blubbering mess, and her, with flowers all around in blissful ignorance.

Meryl

-she’s also a tsundere bro LMAOOO what do you think

-You’re both in such heavy denial, flushing at the slightest of contact or the slightest implication that you’re together. What do you mean?? Of course not!! Haha…

-It takes awhile for you both to get together. You’re probably intoxicated, or someone blurts it out, etc.

[fruitsoxs]

a way to warm up

pairing; roberto x (GN) reader warnings; smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI!, blowjobs notes; this is so indulgent lol

It’s a little known fact that nights on this planet are often cold and uncaring. When the sun goes down, and the moon rises the cool breezes start. Despite this, you have found a way to keep yourself warm. A little trick that can be done almost any night. All you need is a man who’s been neglected for too long, and a bit of privacy.

You slowly press your mouth forward, tongue flicking against the shaft of his cock. Your knees are pressed against the floor, already hurting from this position. You can handle the bruises that are sure to form. You can handle anything as long as you can look up and see his handsome face all red and shy. You let out a low hum, the noise vibrating against his dick. His hips move just a tiny bit, and you can tell he’s holding himself back. Every move you make has him making noise above you. His cock is so sensitive, you’d think it hadn’t gotten any attention lately. You may be right.

After all Roberto works so hard, when does he ever take the time to satisfy his own needs?  You could tell the moment that you met him that this man ignores such little pleasures, probably opting to stay single and alone. He must think it’s easier that way. You’ve made it your goal to show him all that he’s missing. 

You force his cock down your throat, and he makes a small choked noise gripping onto your hair. “Goddamn.” He mutters, voice filled with awe. You slowly pull your head back, licking at his tip while your hand pumps him back and forth with care. His knees are almost shaking, and you wonder for a moment if you should be doing this with him sitting down instead. Will he collapse from the pleasure? Or will he stand strong?

You’re dying to find out.

You slow your movements and stick your tongue out, licking down towards his balls. You give them a little attention, still stroking his cock. You look up at him to see his reaction, and you aren’t disappointed. His free hand flies up to his mouth and covers it as he lets out a groan of approval. You give him a little smirk and lick back up. Your mouth covers his head again and you close your eyes.

You begin to suck, pumping your hand up and down at the same speed as your head. You can feel his hips push forward again, sliding his dick deeper into your mouth. The unexpected feeling leaves you choking. He moans at the feeling and lets his other hand drop to your head. Now with both hands digging into your hair, he pushes your head forward. You comply, letting him set the pace. He pushes and pulls you, groaning each time you choke.

You can feel yourself getting more aroused by the second, and you slowly start pleasuring yourself with your own hand.

The view must be a bit too much for him, because the moment you do Roberto’s dick twitches inside your mouth. You let him keep control so you can deal with the throbbing between your own legs, allowing him to fuck your mouth as he pleases.

Soon he pulls out, and grabs your chin. He tilts your head up and makes eye contact with you. You can see he wants more. He helps you back to your feet, and leads you over to the bed before laying you down. Only lit by the moonlight, you give this man everything you have. After all, he deserves nothing less.

[free-for-all-fics]

Prompts for Roberto aka Beto, Tenoch’s character from Madres. He’s so husband and so soft, I love him. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and write something, I’d love to read it! 💜

1. You’re a farmer’s daughter, tending to your daily chores. As you’re sewing up a hole on your scarecrow, Beto, a neighbor and farmer, notices a note attached to his own scarecrow while walking around his field. The handwriting is unfamiliar to him, but it’s a sweet note welcoming him to the neighborhood, signed off “your secret friend”. These friendly notes keep getting sent to him, always attached to the scarecrow. But his secret friend is very sneaky and stealthy. Beto never sees who writes the notes, nor does he notice anyone around his house at night. Even after he befriends you, he never sees your handwriting so he still has no idea you’re the one behind it. When he does finally realize you’re his secret friend/admirer, he doesn’t confront you directly. Instead he leaves a cute little love note pinned to your scarecrow, which lets you know he feels the same.

2. You, A small town farmer living with your grandparents as they struggle with farm work, decide to take on the role of caring for the entire farm. It’s quite difficult until your neighbor, Beto, starts helping you and you’re very grateful. You're just a normal young woman who lives in the California countryside with a slow, quiet life. But something unexpected finally happens when you’re in the barn, and Beto falls through the roof while trying to repair it. As far as entrances go, Beto’s was quite unique. He’s not terribly hurt, but you still take him to the doctor and then personally look after him at home. The least you could do is provide the best bedside manner after all the work he’s done for you and your family. When you fall in love, you forgive his terrible jokes of “I fell head over heels for you.”

3. Animals go missing nearly every night- A cow there, a dozen pigs there; Yet your farm has been completely untouched by the 'curse'. Assuming foul play, many of the townfolk begin to suspect you of sabotaging their land. You've even overheard whispers that they plan to do something tonight. In your attempt to get away, you drive for miles and miles until you stumble upon a farm in the middle of nowhere. The farmer, Beto, – who is genuinely nice – welcomes you in, gives you food, prepares a bath, and even offers a warm bed for you to sleep in. You – a paranoid introvert that you are – cautiously agree since you got nowhere else to go.

4. All your life, you’ve lived in a small-town farming community with no chance of leaving. Your dad’s farm makes a modest living, but you’ve always dreamed of doing more. You’ve always wanted to pursue your passion, but your family never had the means. You’ve been working hard, managing multiple jobs to save up the funds for college. When Beto moves into your neighborhood, you befriend him and he shows you the beauty of the small things in life. Thanks to him, you learn to appreciate what you have and make the best of it while also never giving up on your dreams or ambitions. You grow to love each other and settle down. One day, a package arrives, with a paid scholarship to the university of your choice. An anniversary gift from your husband that he’s been secretly saving towards for years, wanting to surprise you.

5. You've led a simple, unimpressive farm life. Nothing big has ever happened. You were homeschooled because the nearest town was too far away. You barely know anybody besides your family. Every night, a stray dog always followed you ever since you were little. Doesn't matter what you were doing, the dog would always be there. You never really thought much of it, thinking it’d get bored and wander off eventually. Spoiler alert: The dog chose you and refused to leave. It’s a typical morning on the farm. You’ve had your coffee and breakfast, and head out to do your usual chores; feed the animals, clean their stalls, etc, when your farm dog runs up to you with a cowboy hat in his/her mouth. Your neighbor, Beto, is nearly out of breath. He must’ve been chasing your dog for a few miles. Oh no, your dog has been committing theft! Again. You’ve tried to get your mutt to stop doing that, but that doesn’t mean he/she listens to you. One day, you come home late at night and you don't see your dog. But you do hear Beto’s surprised yelling from next door, followed by happy and excited barking. Oh no. Your dog got the zoomies and committed breaking and entering! Again. Your dog’s love language is crime and chaos. You don’t know how many times you’ve apologized to Beto on behalf of your overly friendly dog. You never would’ve thought this would be your “How I met your father” story.

6. In the will of your grandparent, you were given ownership of an egg farm in the distant countryside. Despite not knowing how to work on an egg farm, you take it. When you get to the farm, you understand why this was given to you when you’re introduced to Beto, a very handsome farmer who’s single. He’ll be acting as manager and assisting you with your farm until you can handle raising and managing chickens on your own. Even when your grandparent is laid to rest, they’re still trying to play matchmaker for you and find you a husband.

7. You’re an ordinary farmer, and this year’s crop has been completely wiped out by freak weather. To make ends meet, you're taking a job at a vegetable farm that’s faring much better. The ad said "must love animals, must be good with children." You weren’t sure why until you meet Beto, who placed the ad. He has a dog and a baby.

8. Your parents never approved of Beto but you married him anyway because you love him. After your marriage, your parents begrudgingly acted civil when Beto was around, but when he was out of earshot you’d fight with them about Beto or your decision to move to the countryside. You’re so tired and can’t fight with them anymore about how thrilled they are for having paid all that money for your college degree only for you to become a poor farmer’s wife. They think you deserve better and have hoped you and Beto would eventually divorce and you’d move back to the city. But when you become pregnant, your parents stop talking to you. Your sister assured you this is just temporary silent treatment and your folks will come around.

9. You're a local farmer’s daughter in a little town out in the countryside of California. After your parents’ deaths, you’re just trying to manage the land, doing your best to grow some crops to sell so you can make enough money to pay off debts and keep your family’s farm. One day, you see your crop field has withered completely. All the plants you try to grow in your garden, fail. Seedlings do not sprout and fully grown plants placed into the soil die within days. Thanks to Beto, whom you’ve hired as a farmhand, you have now discovered the reason why. He brings your crops to life and nurtures them until they’re flourishing. You appreciate his green thumb and fall in love with him as you work the land together.

10. You’re pregnant and craving weird things like pickles and peanut butter or fish and ice cream. You told Beto to go to the store and do whatever it takes to get whatever it is you’re craving. It’s the middle of the night, but Beto still gets out of bed and runs to the nearest 24-hour store to appease you. He’s far more scared of you, his beloved hormonal wife, than wild animals like coyotes. Cooking together used to be a cute couples’ activity for you both, but now Beto is just very concerned about your…experimental cooking. "Alright, we're gonna cook. But first, I need you to go to the store and buy me a bag of sugar, a jar of peanut butter, three eggs, a goose, grass fed beef, a bouquet of dandelions, a bucket of live fish, and two bags of sunflower seeds.” Maybe it’s best if you let him do all the cooking for now so neither of you get food poisoning.

11. You’re pregnant and dealing with cravings like Slim Jim's and cherry slushies, brownies with hot sauce, Oreos and pickles. Perfectly normal cravings for a hungry woman going through such a unique and stressful event. Your husband, Beto, is worried "only a little bit". Sometimes in your home town, an ice cream truck can be heard roaming the streets. You got a craving for vanilla ice cream with soy sauce or olive oil, but the wind and the rain is picking up. He loves you so much that he’ll walk outside during any kind of weather to make you happy and get your precious ice cream from the truck. Your moods are a much more volatile storm than anything mother nature can throw at him.

12. Dead of night, back road, you’re a pregnant woman who’s going into labor. The father is out of the picture, so it’s just you. You were driving yourself to the hospital but accidentally ran into a ditch because of contractions. You get out of your stuck car, unhurt, and walk down the road to find help. You don’t make it very far when a truck’s headlights blind you. It’s your neighbor and best friend, Beto. He immediately helps you into his truck and drives you to the nearest hospital. He comforts you, even stays with you during the birth when you ask him to. He lets you hold and squeeze his hand. After the baby is born, he lets you move in with him since, as a father himself, he knows being alone with a baby can be scary. He looks after you, giving you whatever you need. He cares for the baby and helps you raise him/her alongside his son, José. This arrangement was supposed to be temporary, only until you could get back up on your feet. But whoops you and Beto caught feelings. Too early to say if it’s love, but since Beto is divorced and you’re single, both of you decide it’s for the best if you get married so both your child and José can have much needed support. It’s not a big wedding, just a small court ceremony in front of a judge and signing a certificate. He knows you’ll need time to adjust and recover both mentally and physically, but perhaps love comes later and you grow into a happy family.

13. You’re pregnant, which would be great if not for the fact that the child isn’t from your husband, but from your childhood friend/past lover, Beto, whom you recently reunited with after his move to the California countryside. When your husband asked you to bring over food to welcome your new neighbor, you didn’t expect it to be Beto. You didn't plan on sleeping with him. It just sort of happened. So whoops, looks like your feelings for each other still lingered and young love was just waiting to be rekindled. Your sexual tension may have been resolved, but the matter regarding your precarious marriage and unplanned pregnancy sure hasn’t. What do you do now?

14. You're standing in line at the gas station with your husband, Beto, when some guy in a mask comes in to rob the place. A pregnant woman starts freaking out and he points the gun at her. Beto jumps in the way and he fires, hitting your husband in the shoulder. The robber's eyes nearly bug out of his head and he flees, while an ambulance is called. You keep pressure on the wound to slow the bleeding and Beto is able to stay conscious and talking, making jokes the whole time to keep you calm until the ambulance arrives. When you get to hospital, he comes out of surgery just fine. It was a flesh wound, so he’ll recover with some rest and physical therapy. He loves you so much he’d gladly take a bullet for you to keep you out of harm’s way.

15. From your point of view, you're walking down your old street at night, and the lights in your old house are on. You knock on the door, and the new owner answers. Based on his attire, It looks like he was about to go to bed. You apologize for the intrusion, but ask to see your old room upstairs. You left something important in there and need to get it. You describe what your room looks like so he’ll believe you. From Beto’s point of view, he rushes to answer the pounding at his door. He opens it to find a woman frantically requesting to go to her room upstairs. Upon further questioning, she perfectly describes the room he’s just finished turning into a nursery. He lets her in. You walk into your old bedroom, now a nursery for Beto’s newborn. You kneel down to feel the carpet. It's still there. You can feel it.

16. Fried Green Tomatoes inspired: You’re a tomboy who hates wearing skirts and dresses. You like to go fishing, hunting, gambling, etc. Beto is a farmer and your new neighbor, so you welcome him to the neighborhood by giving him a jar of fresh honey. Later, you invite Beto to join you for a blanket picnic in the middle of a field. Nearby, there’s a large tree where bees are nesting. You grab an empty jar and he watches from a safe distance as you reach into the beehive. He’s terrified that you collect the fresh honey by hand, bees surrounding you and clinging to your clothing and skin. “Why would you do that? You could’ve been killed.”

“Don’t you want the honey? I got it just for you. It’s all right, I do it all the time. I never get stung, honest.” After that, Beto starts calling you a bee charmer and it becomes his cute little nickname for you. When you fall in love, you leave him cute little notes and sign them off with,

‘I’ll always love you, the bee charmer’

17. You stand up from a long day working in the field. Your crops are finally all planted. You walk back to the house to grab a drink. You live a peaceful life alone in the countryside, tending to your sheep and apple orchards. Your afternoon is disrupted when you hear distressed bleating. The sheep are gone. Oh no, they’ve escaped out of their pen. Again. You’re not so worried about the sheep because you know your neighbor, Beto, will help you herd them back into their pen. Again. But he’s going to tease you about it and call you Mary or Bo Peep. Again. Ugh. He’s lucky he’s cute.

18. James and the Giant Peach inspired: You’re an organic farmer that uses organic manure, delivered fresh every morning. However, something must have been off with this batch, as you notice something strange happening to the growth of your crops. Inexplicably, the largest apple ever known has grown overnight in your orchard. You aren't sure why you are so scared of it.

19. They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. You just inherited a 3,000 acre lemon orchard. So you put it to good use and make fresh, homemade lemonade for your neighbors, including Beto, the newest arrival. You can’t help but admire him whenever you see him. He’s so handsome, even when he’s hard at work and covered in dirt and sweat. Whenever you bring out the glasses of lemonade for Beto and the other workers, you can’t help but flirt with him. You wonder if he’s teasing you when he starts commenting about the heat and taking off his shirt every time he notices you looking.

20. The abandoned house behind the orchard always had your curiosity. You get dared to go inside. In an upstairs room you find a small bed with several stuffed animals and a storybook laying open to a page with pictures of what looks to be a fairytale. Turns out the abandoned house isn’t so abandoned. Beto, a single dad, has just moved in today with his baby. He wonders what you’re doing in his house. To diffuse the awkwardness, you make up an excuse that you wanted to come by and offer assistance in fixing up the place. You could help with the painting, furniture, etc.

21. The orchard had a bumper crop of apples. Unfortunately, it also had a bumper crop of poison ivy. What was supposed to be a fun day of apple picking goes wrong when you fall into the poison ivy. Beto looks after you while you’re suffering unbearable itchiness and redness as your skin feels so gross. He’s your personal doctor and after you’ve fully recovered, he surprises you with a wonderful dinner he made all by himself, topped off with a delicious apple pie he baked for dessert, made special just for you.

22. You've lived a relatively normal life as a farmer. It’s the first farmer's market of the new year and you’re selling your crops at town today. Everyone is staring, glancing between you and Beto. You’re rival farmers and have clashed across the aisle about who has the best crops every year. Will this year be any different?

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine the Trigun Guys Carrying You After Spraining Your Ankle

(A/N:) I got this idea after seeing some adorable fanart and I wanted to give all the Trigun Stampede guys some attention. Cause I know how it is being a fangirl and not having a lot of different options for my favorite characters that normally go on the back burner. So this is for you cause I’m including Roberto and Knives for y’all! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Vash the Stampede X FemReader

Vash was watching the horizon carefully, looking out for anything dangerous or welcoming towns. The sun was harsher than normal so you found yourself lagging behind. You would have thought you would have been use to Noman’s Land’s harsh environment but your staggering steps said otherwise. Your chalky tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth and your clothes were drenched with sweat. You felt lucky to have Vash around as you would be dead a hundred times over if he hadn’t stepped in and saved you that fateful day. Now you found yourself attached to the man labeled The Humanoid Typhoon as he quickly became special to you. You liked to think you were special to him as well. Vash seemed to be lost in thought or he would have waited a moment longer so you could catch up. Lagging behind further you started up the dune Vash had already climbed halfway up. You huffed, not wanting to be defeated by some stupid sand dune. You had made good progress as you stubbornly refused to give up when your foot planted in a soft spot of the dune. Quickly the ground gave way leaving you pinwheeling your arms to gain your balance back. You steadied yourself for one second when the rest of the dune gave way. Your ankle rolled from the falling sand and down you went tumbling back down the dune.

Vash heard your scream before he could hear your body crashing down. His eyes widened in horror watching you roll and tumble uncontrollably back down. He didn’t waste a second, sliding down the crumbling dune to catch you before you hit the hard ground. You grunted as his grip on your arm stretched your joints but you were thankful he caught you before you shattered your head on the unforgiving rocks below.

“Are you okay,” Vash panted while he checked you over thoroughly.

Despite the blood trickling from some small gashes you felt fine. Your breathing was beginning to calm down from the ordeal but Vash had a look of guilt on his face.

“I think so,” you replied. “It was scary more than anything. You saved me and my brains from being scattered across Noman’s Land.” 

You chuckled but Vash didn’t find it funny as he held onto you tighter.

“I’m sorry I pushed you so hard. It’s my fault you got hurt.”

You sighed, “It’s not your fault. I’m just clumsy sometimes, I’m human I’m going to fall down sometimes. I just gotta get back up.”

You wiggled free from his grasp, rising up from the ground only to topple back down into Vash’s lap as your ankle wouldn’t hold you up.

“Okayyy I can’t get up this time,” you joked. “I guess I sprained my ankle when the sand gave way. You can go on without me and find a town. Surely I can hold out the rest of the day until you can bring help.”

Vash wordlessly stood up, you knew that it was the smart decision. You were a little scared to be left alone but you couldn’t ask Vash to drag you along when you can’t even put weight on your injured leg. Thinking he was about the turn and walk on, you were left speechless when Vash bent down and scooped you up.

“Wha?! Vash what are you doing?! I’m too heavy put me down,” you screeched.

Vash shushed you, “You’re not too heavy and I’m not leaving you here alone. I’ll carry you all the way until we find a place to get you taken care of. I promise.”

Knowing he had made up his mind, you held onto Vash’s coat collar watching the scenery pass you by. This was the Vash you knew and loved. You never wanted to leave his side or stop being there for him. It was only fair that he returned the favor sometimes, though you didn’t want to burden him.

Nicholas D Wolfwood X FemReader

Nicholas had never thought he could become attached to someone like he was towards you. He had become your protector of sorts as you both trekked across the unforgiving terrain that made up Noman’s Land. When you both had first met he was aloof and kept to himself. He only really started to open up when he found out what kind of person you are. You didn’t judge him about his job or the fact that he had been an experiment for the Eye of Michael cult. Though him smoking you couldn’t let that one go as you scolded him every time he lit another cigarette.

So on the trip to the next town over, Nicholas found himself pushing harder to get there. He was tired of sleeping out in the desert and he was ready for a bed to sleep in and good food in his stomach. Worms could only get you so far, though he didn’t mind eating them. He just didn’t want to hear you whine about crunching on the nasty looking critters. Though he did get some enjoyment of the disgust and whining as he shoved the worms at you.

‘C’mon girlie I caught this one especially for you,” he would coo.

“Ew no thanks,” you would reply.

Nicholas chuckled at the memory while looking back at your lagging form. The sun was sapping your energy as it was at it’s highest peak in the sky. While he wore black and carried a heavy machine gun, no ordinary man should lug around, Nicholas was able to deal with the harsh environment better than you. You kept complaints to a minimum because you knew Nicholas would get annoyed easily. He’s protective of you but he still has his limits and you didn’t want left alone on a dune while he cooled off. 

“It won’t be much longer and we’ll be at the next town,” he said gesturing for you to pick it up a little.

“Good I’m getting sick of this desert wasteland,” you grumbled.

Nicholas chuckled, “That’s the whole planet sweets better get used to it. We just have to cross a few more dunes and we’ll be there.”

Nicholas was climbing one of the first dunes like it was nothing. You geared yourself up for the climb grumbling the whole way.

“I don’t wanna get used to it,” you huffed stomping your foot on the sand. Nicholas opened his mouth to reply and tease you more when your eyes widened. The sand under your feet starting to cave away. You fell backwards twisting one of your ankles and you would have tumbled the whole way down if it wasn’t for Nicholas’ fast reflexes. His cross thrown to the side, he bolted forward, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back to the safety of the more solid sand. You buried your face into his chest, trembling from almost potentially getting hurt worse.

“Are you okay,” he panted tucking your hair behind your ear while checking you over.

“I think so,” you quivered. “My ankle stings pretty bad.”

“Let’s see if you can put any weight on it,” he answered helping you back up. “Upsy daisy.”

You laughed at his choice of words before the pain of weight bearing on your ankle made you hiss in pain and crumple back down.

“I’m sorry,” you were on the verge of tears, “it hurts too bad.”

Nicholas nodded already prepared with what he needed to do. He wasn’t going to leave you out here by yourself. Not with so many threats that prowled the sandy planet. He wordlessly strapped the cross to his back. You couldn’t say anything as you felt horrible that you were becoming such a problem for him. You watched a few rogue tears slip free to fall on the sand when a pair of arms scooped you up. Nicholas wordlessly held you to his chest as he started across the desert sands again.

“Nicholas what are you doing?!”

“Carrying you,” he replied. “No way I’m leaving you alone while I go get help.”

“I’m too heavy and we’re so far from the next town,” you protested.

“I’ll rest when I need to. I’m used to lugging this big thing around you’re nothing to carry.”

“But.”

He cut you off with one look and you wordlessly quieted any arguments that was left on your lips. Nicholas effortlessly carrying you across the desert sands like a black clothed hero.

Roberto De Niro X FemReader

Roberto always kept one pace when it came to do anything, and that was his pace. He never went faster or slower for anyone. Even when it came to you and you liked to think that he liked you at least a little bit. But now you found yourself taking the lead as you both had to make the trek to the next town. The vehicle’s battery had died in the middle of the hottest time of day and you were ready to get to your destination as that meant water and power. Roberto lagged behind, content on going his own speed while smoking and drinking booze along the way. It didn’t matter that you scolded him that alcohol would just make him dehydrate faster, it just made him take a big swig just to spite you. You glared but turned around to focus back on where you were headed.

“That way sweetheart,” Roberto burped and pointed towards the East.

“I know that,” you huffed before changing directions. Your cheeks flushing red at the nickname he had started to call you a few weeks ago. “And my name isn’t sweetheart.”

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

You grunted, knowing that any argument would just make him want to call you that worse. So wordlessly you started in the direction he told you. Still leading the way you wanted to converse with Roberto but he wasn’t much for conversation and you usually wound up wanting to argue or push him off a cliff. So you stubbornly remained silent, starting the climb up a tall dune. Since climbing was slowing you down, Roberto was right at your back making his way. You still didn’t speak, just ready to get to safety and get the vehicle you both had to leave behind. Maybe get some water and food while you both waited for help. You daydreamed of clean water and something warm and filling, your mouth beginning to water. You didn’t watch where you were stepping, your mind in the clouds. Your ankle twisted causing you to yelp and tumble backwards. Fortunately for you Roberto was still behind you as he caught you easily. He grunted at the sudden weight but took it easily, steadying you back on your feet. You stumbled immediately as your ankle couldn’t take the weight.

“You okay sweetheart,” he asked before looking at your swelling ankle in concern.

“I think I sprained it,” you hissed trying to hide the tears welling in your eyes. Roberto didn’t say anything else, just went into action by putting your arm around his shoulders and lugging you up into his side. With your weight on him you were able to make it the rest of the way up the dune before collapsing to the ground. You panted wiping the sweat from your brow. You couldn’t even argue about him calling you sweetheart again as he had helped you up. You weren’t expecting Roberto to squat down close to you, his green eyes searching your wounded ankle. You hissed as he prodded it and nodding his head. He wordlessly tore some of his shirt into strips.

“Roberto,” you started.

He shushed you picking up your leg with one hand and placing it on his thigh. You blushed deeply as he gently caressed your leg and wrapped up your ankle with the strips of fabric.

“It’s not professional but it’ll get you to our destination where a doctor can look at it,” Roberto said tying off the last strip. He patted his hand against your skin and you squeaked. “Let’s get going,” he said offering you his hand.

Once again you were lifted up with Roberto placing your arm across his shoulders again. He made sure to go your pace this time, helping you walk across the desert and never leaving your side.

Millions Knives X FemReader

Knives always kept you at arms length, so you were certain that he felt nothing for you. It didn’t matter if you tagged along or not as he went town to town stealing plants. It was a surprise to all his underlings that he had yet to dispose of you. You didn’t get your hopes up that Knives felt anything for you, your best case scenario was that you were a useful bug and that’s why he kept you around. Another plant mission came around and it was proving difficult enough that Knives was having to go take care of it himself. You were brought along by his wishes. You didn’t understand why, you just knew that he asked and you couldn’t say no.

It made sense that he would leave you behind as Knives was quicker and you were left to trudge all alone trying your best to keep up. You were beginning to wonder if you were just a form of entertainment and a terrible joke to him and the Eye of Michael. You watched Knives’ form grow smaller and smaller before pausing to take a rest. Maybe it would just be easier to be left for dead in the desert anyway as you were tired of trying to find what purpose you had in this cruel world. You stood atop a dune, questioning your entire existence when a worm breached the sand. The huge beast shattering the earth and the dune you found yourself on. Your legs gave way as you fell down. At the bottom you became half buried in the sand, so much that you couldn’t move. You couldn’t have walked even if you wanted to, now that one of your ankles were badly sprained. So you laid in the hot sun waiting for the end to come.

Nightfall came to Noman’s Land and you were still stuck, you had gone through different spells of screaming for help and quiet acceptance. On the verge of passing out, you watched the worms dance across the sky. 

“What happened to you?”

You looked around for the familiar voice before you finally spotted him. Knives knelt down by your head stroking a lock of hair away from your eyes.

“The dune I climbed got destroyed by a worm,” you answered. “Why did you come back for me?”

“I honestly can’t answer that question even to myself,” he sighed rolling his blue eyes. “When I thought about it I couldn’t leave you behind.”

You couldn’t say anything as you were at a loss for words. So you just laid there ankle throbbing unbearably before you felt Knives’ blades moving through the sand and wrapping you in the cool metal. He carefully pulled you from the heavy sand, nestling you against his chest.

“Hang on tight,” he spoke while you grabbed at his cloak. Though still confused on the way he felt about you, there was a little hope that you meant more to Knives than he actually let on.

[kayesfanfics]

Hello everyone! I’ve decided to keep my requests open for X-Men (97 mostly, but if there’s other character that aren’t in the series I can write for them as well! X-Men is my all time favorite hero team so I know em all-). But here’s the main 97’ characters I write for!:

Gambit

Rogue

Nightcrawler (MY FAV)

Wolverine

Storm

Magneto

Morph (EXTREMELY UNDERRATED)

Jubilee (I know she’s 18 but SFW only for her)

Roberto (same goes for him)

FORGE MY MAN, ALSO EXTREMELY UNDERRATED)

[mutant-musings]

Inbox Open!

The X-Men have been living in my head RENT FREE the past few weeks, so feel free to drop any kind of request for any X-Men into my inbox!

[millionsvash]

After His Bounty

Dedicated to @fruitsoxs, @trigunsbbygirl and all the Roberto simps out there.

Pairing: Roberto x GN Reader CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Face fucking. Word Count: 1,014 About: Everyone in the group was more than happy to welcome you in, but Roberto saw right through you. You were after someone, but he had a feeling it wasn't the humanoid typhoon. Read on ao3

The Inn room was dark. The only color in the room was the amber hue of a light cigarette glowing as another strained drag was pulled from it.

Life used to be simple for this older gentleman. Now his apprentice was dragging him across the wasteland, trailing behind the most wanted man alive, whose mere existence caused gun fights to break out daily. It was a miracle that everyone continued to make it out alive.

Then you came along. Vash insisted you'd be a great asset to the team, and Meryl grew fond of your lighthearted personality quickly. Even Wolfwood quit his objections about your presence relatively quickly.

Roberto saw through you. You weren't in that group solely to help Vash spread his will. No, you were after a specific person, and it wasn't the man with six million dollars on his head.

At first, it was subtle. Light touches, small smiles, and "joking" winks That didn't last long. Soon, you'd ask to sit in the front, claiming it was too cramped to sit between Wolfwood and Vash.

The way you'd always lean against Roberto to nap on long drives, always resting your palm on his thigh just low enough for no one to raise any flags

His own grunt brought him back to reality, his eyes looking out into the dark room as he took another drag of his cigarette with his free hand. On the other hand? Well, it was currently wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking the length at a slow but pleasant pace as the image of your smile flashed in his mind.

He'd worked so hard to keep his cool and remain professional, but months of your endless teasing became too much to ignore.

Precum leaked from the tip as his fingers worked his shaft, his head rolling back as a drawn-out groan escaped his throat. "Fuck, that smile's gonna be the death of me..." He muttered to himself.

Just the thought of your hand in place of his had him nearly bursting at the seams. Your hands are so smooth compared to his rough and callous hands.

"Whose smile? mine?" 

Roberto's hand stopped as his head snapped towards the source of the voice. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't heard the door open and close as you snuck your way inside the room. Your finger flicked the switch, revealing a sweat-covered Roberto gripping his erect cock.

He groaned, but there was no attempt to cover himself up. He was too old for shame and embarrassment. "Whadda want?" 

"I heard some noises and thought you might be in trouble. I guess I was right; it's just a different form of trouble." You snicker in amusement, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips and extinguished it in the ashtray, blowing the smoke gently from his lips. "So, you gonna sit there and make comments about it, or you gonna help? Cause if you ain't offering to help, I'm gonna finish on my own."

You were a little blinded by his bluntness, but that's one of the many reasons you were after this man. You reach over and push his hand aside, replacing it with your own as you start pumping his shaft, earning a guttural sound from the older gentleman.

"Bout damn time." His eyes watched your hand, one corner of his lip curling up a tad in amusement.

"You've still got a lot in you for a man your age, huh?"

"I ain't that old, sweetheart. Now take those pants off."

You remove your hand for only a few seconds to get your pants off, sliding your undergarments down with it. As soon as they were discarded, your hand returned to his cock.

Roberto popped two fingers into his mouth, making sure they were well covered in spit, before his hand snaked down to your entrance. The pads of his fingers teased against your hole before finding their way in, drawing a moan from you.

"You're a tight one." He chuckled, his fingers pushing in slowly until they were buried deep inside you. "Don't stop strokin' now; you caused this problem, and you're gonna fix it." His words were gentle, but you could feel the pent-up frustration in them.

His fingers moved in time with your strokes, letting your imagination run wild at the idea of him sliding in and out of you and praising you for taking his cock so well. Just that thought had you pathetically whimpering, making you stroke him faster.

"You must've been wantin' this bad. You're practically meltin' here, darling." His rough voice sent shivers down your spine, making you squeeze around his fingers.

"Fuck...Roberto, I'm gonna cum." Your words sputter out of your lips, your orgasm being edged on by the heavenly low groans coming from the man next to you.

"Cum for me." He shifted positions so he could get his fingers in as deep as possible, suddenly taking a quick pace with his hands. It had you crying out his name as your orgasm smacked you, cum dripping from you as his reward.

You weren't given a second to think before he had you by the head, shoving his cock into your mouth.

"My turn." He mumbles, thrusting his hips upward into your mouth as his groans grow louder, the knot in his stomach tightening up.

You moan around his cock as your tongue swirls every inch. A surprised sound leaves you as he shoves his cock all the way in, releasing his cum down your throat with a deep moan.

You pull away, spit trailing from your lips to his cock. You look him directly in the eyes as you swallow his load, getting a chuckle out of him.

He grabs your chin and leans closer to you, his breath hot against your face.

"We have months of lost time that needs to be made up for." He grabs your hips and pulls you in close, his cock hardening once again.

The longest night of your life was about to begin.

[xxtaneria]

Boyfriend headcanons | seleccion sub-17

summary: just them being cute asf

warnings: fluff, headcanons

(here are some headcanons of them to kill u with cuteness :) )

- raul jimenez

─ whenever he holds you in his arms, and you trace the tattoos on his arm, he constantly get the the thought to get your name tatted on him

- hector fort

─ when he plays video games, and like, a cute thing comes up, hector always thinks of you

- daniel munoz

─ one thing about him, whenever you go shopping, he always insists on carrying your stuff for you, like  he won't let you carry ANYTHING around him, even the smallest things

- jon martin

─ he kind of gets scared and isn't sure if he wanted to get a tattoo or not. so he asks you if he should but you have to go with him to prove it

- pau cubarsi

─ pau takes notes on his phone on what your favorite things are so, next time if he goes anywhere, he can look at it so he won't forget anything about you

pau prim

─ if you ever prank pau or like do something he thinks is pretty childish, he know how to get his way. he either pranks you back, or just smothers you with kisses until you say not to prank him again

- pablo lopez

─ he really hates being called 'pablito' by other people, because it makes him feel small . but, he only likes it when you call him 'pablito', like you're the only one who's allowed to call him that

- roberto martin

─ whenever you tease him or make him feel flustered, he waits when you least expect it, only to tease you back

- marc guiu

─ whenever marc goes to play for his national team, he gets extremely nervous, because he doesn't want his team to get eliminated out of any tournament their in . you always reassure him that he can get far and he's super happy about that

- juan hernandez

─ he sometimes gets made fun of for being short and you really don't like it when someone does that . so you're around him like all the time so you can make sure he won't be called 'short' . but, he's extremely grateful for you being with him

peio huestamendia

─ when you guys cuddle, peio really likes to be the little spoon . I mean, he doesn't really mind being the big spoon, but he likes your arms around him

- igor oyono

─ if igor sometimes makes you kinda mad at him, he regrets it almost every time . he will even cry just for you to forgive him, but you do eventually

fran arbol

─ sometimes you go to his matches and admire his goalkeeper skills . sometimes he struggles and asks you if he needs any improvement, you always tell him that's it's okay, and he sometimes does improve though

- izan merino

─ if you ever come to his city to play against whatever team you're going against, he always comes in your jersey, just to show a little support

- andres cuenca

─ the first time he lifted up his hair, you told him that his face is fine and he's beautiful, bangs or no bangs . because he always had an insecurity that he had a big forehead, so he often just tied his hair into a small ponytail when he sees you

- marc bernal

─ when he wakes up first, he tries to wake you up and you always tell him "5 more minutes Marc.." . so he always mentions that he made your favorite breakfast just to wake you up . sometimes he did, sometimes, he did.. not

- oscar mesa

─ oscar is most of the time a cold-blooded person and doesn't show much emotion to things . but when you come to madrid for your el clasico match, he cries . he was the definition of 'crybaby', and he treats you like he hadn't seen you in years . it was shocking, but you love it

- quim junyent

─ on the other hand, quim really likes it when you ruffle his hair, it's very soft and fluffy and it makes him feel special

- daniel yanez

─ sometimes he stresses out because apparently his shirts go 'missing' . but when daniel realized that you keep some of them, he didn't ask for them back, he lets you keep them

- paulo iago

─ whenever he sees you play against his female team of real madrid, he wants to support you by wearing your jersey, but he's afraid that he'll be a traitor to his team . so like, whenever he doesn't go out, he wears it, when nobody's looking

- marcos gonzalez

─ he's the type of person to get really scared whenever you aren't around him . so that's why, whenever you two are in the same bed, he uses hand to to search around for your body and pull you close to him

(their instas just incase: rauljimenezz, hctorfortt, danielmunoznavas_, jonmartin.4, paucubarsi, pauprim_06, ppabblo_, robertomartin_10, marcguiu9, juanht10, peiohuesta_, igoroyono_, fran_arbol, izan4_mr, andres_cuenca4, marcbernal_, oscarmesap17, quimjunyent, danielyb7, paulo.iago10, marcglezz_)

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NSFW Vash x F!Reader headcanons/drabble (Bottom Ver.)

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Y'all saw this coming. Now it is here. Let us rejoice. Not fully headcanons, not exactly drabble, it's more similar to the Wolfwood headcanon post where it's part headcanon/part fanfic, just please enjoy the feast. Warning: You gon' get sad, feel warm and fluffy, and probably get horny at the same time. I hope you're prepared for that roller coaster. (Btw this applies to both 2023 and 1998 versions)

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• You and Vash have been travelling together for a LOOOOOONG time. Like, enough to where you both know each other like the back of your hands, like you know each others' blood types, your favorite things, what you dislike, what the other is thinking, etc. (I like to think in this, you're also part plant, so you guys have been traveling together for the longest time, like 60 years or something, WAY before the gang showed up).

• You two were so close, people already thought you were dating or married. You'd have to explain that you're both just partners.

• but deep down, you wish it was more. And what you didn't know is that Vash thought that too.

• it was always a 'will they, won't they?' thing with you two. You two knew you loved each other, people could easily tell you two were in love, but neither of you thought the other felt the same way.

• you love how kind and protective he is, how he's willing to risk his life to save anyone in danger, even though that frustrated you to no end. You also love how much of a goofball he is, he always made you laugh just by being himself. You even love his dumbass moments, sometimes.

• Vash loved you because of how caring, strong, and sweet you are, you saved him from a group of bandits when you first met by finding him tied to a pole and freeing him, treating his wounds once you two were far away. Your hands were so gentle, he could tell you weren't a violent person.

• Vash loved your smile, your laugh, your voice, everything. He fell for you almost immediately. Like, hard. Smitten, infatuated, bedazzled, just head over heels in love with you. He could never say it though, for....reasons.

• you also loved everything about Vash. The way his hair shone in the sunlight, those smiles he always gave you each time you saw him, you even love that goofy 'love and peace' thing he always did.

• Milly was so happy that you were in love and wanted you two to be happy.

• Meryl wanted that too, but she didn't see what made you fall for that idiotic freak-o-zoid.

• Nick was going all, "Oh Jesus Christ, just PROPOSE ALREADY! I'll officiate it even, just fucking quit with the lovey-dovey shit, goddamn..." whenever Vash gushed about you to him when they were alone.

• Roberto said he didn't care and it wasn't his business, but deep down, he thought that as long as Vash didn't break your heart, he would give his blessing. If he did, he'd show up with a sawed-off shotgun. (You and Roberto had developed a kind of father/daughter relationship)

• everything changed one night when you and Vash finished helping people in a town and you both decided to stay at the inn.

• but it seemed someone already reserved a room for you two. Some priest with two women and a man drinking from his flask.

• you and Vash looked at each other and smiled, both thinking 'well aren't they so nice!'

• the issue was...when you got in the room, there was only one bed.

• goddammit, of course they planned this...

• Vash blushed and started to say that he didn't mind sleeping on the floor and wanted you to be in the bed.

• but once it was bedtime, you walked over to the bed, got in, opened the blanket up, looked at Vash, and patted the spot next to you on the bed. There was enough room for two, after all. And you didn't mind if it was him.

• Vash's blush got even redder and his heart started to race at the idea of being in the same bed with you.

• but after seeing your reassuring smile, he caved and got into the bed with you.

• you both just looked at each other, staring, both of your hearts racing and your faces were flushed.

• something deep inside you felt it was time, time to finally confess. There was no better time to do it.

• but neither of you could speak. You tried, but you ended up going silent.

• but you both inched closer to each other, your faces getting closer. It was like your bodies knew what to do, so they automatically did it.

• you closed your eyes, slowly leaned in, and finally...you kissed.

• it was a tender, slow, and soft kiss. One that wasn't intense, but oh, so full of love. You both melted into it and ended up wrapping your arms around each other.

• the kiss did start to get a bit intense as it went on, though. The soft moans escaping both of your lips drove you to the point where Vash got on top and where you started to lift his shirt and he started to unbutton yours.

• but all of a sudden, he stopped and broke the kiss, pulling back from you.

• "I can't..." he said breathily as his face started to look bereft.

• "Why?" You ask softly. You wanted to know what was stopping him. Was he scared? Was he nervous? Was it something else?

• That's when Vash started to cry, a few tears fell on your cheek.

• "I don't deserve you..."

• you were surprised, concerned, and confused at the same time. "Why don't you deserve me?" You asked.

• he then talks about how he feels he's not worthy of being loved, because of all the horrible things he'd done, including stuff he did before he met you.

• you knew about his past, but you didn't think any of it was his fault.

• but then you remembered something.

• you remembered a few times where Vash was forced to kill people who were threatening your life and/or other people's lives. He must've also had to have done that before he met you.

• then the memory of the time he tried to save you and another woman came to mind.

• a gunslinger grabbed both of you and tried to run off with you, but Vash wasn't letting that slide. He ran after the man until he got him cornered.

• Vash had his gun pointed at the kidnapper and the man had a knife to your throat. Vash knew there was no way to get you out of this without blood being spilt.

• so he looked for an opening and when he found it, he fired.

• but the man ended up quickly moving the other woman closer to him, using her as a human shield, fatally wounding them both.

• that broke Vash. You still could see him trying to fix the woman's wound and try to get her to stay alive. You remembered the woman putting her hand on his, stopping him, and smiling. You could still hear the painful yell he let out when she finally died...

• that night in your tent where you held him as he broke down crying, begging for forgiveness and begging you to not leave him or hate him was one of the most painful nights you've experienced.

• you knew he was a pacifist, never wanting to take a life. He understood that in certain situations in this world, it was necessary, but it still haunted him.

• no matter what happened, he almost always ended up with blood on his hands.

• That's why he felt he didn't deserve you...he felt he didn't deserve happiness and love for what he'd done...and it's haunted him all these years...

• you reach your hand out and caress his cheek while wiping his tears away with your thumb.

• you smiled warmly and kissed him again, as a way to comfort him, to tell him you still loved him regardless.

• once you both broke, he was stunned. He just stared at you and said, "Y..You still...after all I've done, you still love me..?"

• you nodded.

• he hugged you tightly and cried in your chest. In response, you held him close and petted the back of his head, letting him cry.

• you could hear him saying softly and tearfully, "I love you...I love you...please forgive me..please don't leave me.."

• you said you did forgive him and you promised that you'd stay with him forever, saying you loved him too, which caused him to hug you tighter.

• after a bit of hugging and crying, Vash looked up at you and you both stared at each other for a few moments.

• you both knew what you wanted.

• he wanted to repay you for your love and kindness and show you how much he loved you, you wanted to show him how much he's loved and deserves to be loved.

• and you both knew what could do just that.

• hey, sometimes sex can be a last resort to make someone smile.

• you said softly, "are you sure?"

• He nods. "As long as it's you, then...I'm okay with it.." His eyes said it all. He wanted you, needed you, and he didn't care how he got it.

• you pulled him to you and kissed him softly but deeply.

• During the kiss, you turned him over so you were on top of him.

• as some soft moans escaped your mouths, you both undressed each other.

• you then broke the kiss and see all the scars along his body.

• Large gashes, bullet wounds, knife marks, scars from stitches, and where his metal arm connected to his shoulder. He had been through pure hell just to save people.

• he always felt insecure about his scars, so he always kept them hidden.

• instead of trying to hide himself away, he just laid there, letting you look. It looked like he trusted you enough to where he felt okay if you saw them.

• you smile and kiss him again, this time a bit deeper.

• you could feel your lower half starting to warm up just from kissing this man.

• and you could feel something of his starting to grow against your leg..

• you broke the kiss to kiss his neck, then down his chest, then kissing each scar he had on his body, showing you loved all of him, imperfections and all.

• hearing his soft whimpers and moans of pleasure was music to your ears.

• "mm...ah.."

• you kiss down his abs, then start to go towards his groin, then you carefully pull his pants down and reveal his cock.

• you remember seeing it on accident once when he was changing, but never like this, and especially not erect and throbbing.

• you noticed how soft the skin felt in your hand, how hot it felt. You knew he wasn't human, so there was not a single hair in sight down there.

• it had a lovely reddish-pink head and a few visible veins, but they didn't pop out.

• and his size and length were pretty good too.

• with how gorgeous he was, it only made sense he had a cock to match.

• let's just say it's a 9/10.

• you saw his reactions were of embarrassment, as he covered his face with his hand.

• "You ok?" "Yeah..it's just...I'm shy..."

• with that, you started to gently rub the shaft.

• he started to breathe heavily and gripped the bedsheet. You could tell it felt good by the look on his face.

• you watched as a bead of precum dripped down his shaft and you gently lick it up, causing him to gasp softly.

• it was an oddly sweet yet slightly bitter taste.

• you decide to keep going and lick up his shaft slowly.

• you could feel his cock throb against your tongue and you could hear him moaning softly and trying not to writhe too much.

• "Y/N...*moan*..."

• you give the head a few kisses then you swirl your tongue around it, licking up any more precum dripping out.

• soon, you slide the head into your mouth and gently suck on it, to get his reaction.

• he gasped softly and he gripped onto the bedsheet harder.

• you slide more of his cock in your mouth, soon getting a good amount of him in your mouth without gagging.

• he starts to moan and as you suck, you feel him start to thrust his hips a tiny bit out of instinct.

• you start to bob your head up and down as you sucked on him.

• he soon put his hands on your head, cautiously trying not to grip, just keeping them there for purchase.

• soon enough, you felt his cock start to twitch and throb more and you heard him speak softly.

• "Y/N, I...I'm...nghh...HAAH..!"

• with that, he came, his cum flowing on your tongue and down your throat.

• you swallowed it all down, and if a few drops escaped, you licked them up because they tasted so good.

• he laid there, panting and trying to catch his breath. He saw as you licked your lips and he saw a bit of white on your tongue, which made his cock twitch and his blush grow.

• before you knew it, Vash had you lying on your back as he slid your panties down and tossed them aside, your cute pussy on full display.

• you had to admit, a part of you felt a bit shy about him looking at you nude. But the rest of you was too much in heat to really care.

• Vash grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up so they were over his shoulders.

• then he dove right in and started to eat you out.

• but this wasn't in the masculine top energy kind of way, it was the 'pussy-drunk submissive femboy' kind of way. (..if that makes any sense)

• your mind started to get a bit hazy from the pure pleasure you were feeling, grabbing his hair to pull him closer to you.

• you could've sworn you heard him moan when you did that.

• this guy was addicted to your taste, like, he couldn't get enough. His eyes almost looked glazed over from how much he was lost in his desire.

• you softly gasped once he started to lick and suck on your clit

• he was relentless on your little bud

• soon enough, you felt your orgasm building up and then you saw stars in the back of your eyelids as you came hard.

• Vash's mouth was soaked with your juices and he drank it all up, licking up any drops he missed.

• now it was time for the main event.

• you had Vash lay back again and you got on top.

• you positioned yourself so your pussy lips would rub against the underside of his shaft as you bucked your hips.

• that's when Vash finally breaks.

• "Y/N, please...I can't wait anymore..please put it in..I want to be inside you so bad..please..I want you...I want to feel you..I want what only you can give me..please..!"

• tears are in the corner of his eyes, he was serious. Poor baby needed you so badly.

• How can you say no to that face?

• As you align his cock to your opening, he's watches with anticipation and amazement.

• and he sees as you slide him in with ease

• the shock of pleasure up his spine makes him turn his head from side to side, trying to handle the pleasure until he finally moans out.

• you couldn't help but moan too once you reached the base of his cock, feeling him reach so deep inside you.

• he puts his hands on your hips to keep you on, and also for him to hold on to something.

• you started to ride him, you started off slow to ease him in and soon, you find a pace that works great for you.

• both you and Vash were losing your sense of reality as the pleasure coursed through the both of you.

• it was like nothing else existed or mattered except the two of you, connected as one.

• it felt way too good..

• you can feel him hit the soft spongy bundle of nerves inside you that intensified the pleasure, causing you to moan more.

• and Vash was loving it.

• he couldn't help but thrust his hips to match your bounces.

• the pleasure was so intense that neither of you could say anything except moans.

• but it wasn't too long until he finally said something.

• "Y/N..! I..I can't..! I..I'm gonna..!"

• you tell him to go ahead and cum, let him fill you up, you needed to feel it

• with that, he cries out and cums inside you.

• each time his cum spurted out into you, your pussy convulsed as you came too, causing you to flinch.

• after a few minutes of the orgasm, you both relaxed and tried to catch your breath.

• you got off of him and laid next to him, not even caring about the mess you both made.

• you'd just pay extra for the cleaning once you left.

• Vash pulled you close to him and snuggled you close, his arms wrapped around you and his cheek resting on your chest.

• you pull up the covers and held him, your hand petting his messy hair.

• as you both basked in the strong afterglow, you hear him say softly, "Y/N..I love you so much..please don't ever leave me.."

• you kiss his forehead and say, "I won't. I promise."

• he smiles and quickly falls asleep, feeling so in love and so safe in your arms.

• you soon fall asleep too, feeling the happiest you've ever felt in your life.

• the next day, it wasn't long until the others found out about you two finally dating.

• the girls were asking so many questions because they knew you and Vash had done it by the looks on both your faces.

• Nick was just relieved that his plan worked. Roberto was just glad to see you so happy.

• later on, Vash had to talk with Nick about something.

• "Hey, um...if I asked Y/N to marry me..would you be able to officiate it..?"

• the smile on Nick's face said it all.

[skelebellie]

entangled moments

gn!reader drabble interactions with the trigun stampede squad (vash, wolfwood, meryl, and roberto)

(hinted polyamorous relationship w/ vash, wolfwood, and meryl)

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traveling through no mans land means hot days and cold nights. its not uncommon for you to shed a couple layers in order to refrain from overheating. however, you tend to miss the watchful eyes of your companions. on chilly nights you snuggle up to meryl, her back against your head as you snuggle into her for warmth. as the night progresses and morning comes your often found intertwined with each other, your head resting on her chest.

wolfwood once jokingly asked if you’d sleep with him one night, to which you nonchalantly said “oh sure i didn’t know you you also got cold at night”. he wasn’t expecting it to get that far. needless to say, he wasn’t too happy that you turned him into the small spoon.

after that meryl is only willing to share her “personal” heater with vash.

jk, some nights you end up pinned between meryl, vash, and wolfwood, body splayed across all three. roberto is left to shiver in the cold.

for some reason you salute roberto when you see him and no one knows why but it gives him a little ego boost so he lets it slide.

you and wolfwood are absolute menaces when left to your own devices. one time the rest of the crew came back from scouting and all they saw was you holding a target in the air and the punisher ready to fire. you could hear the screams of terror from a mile away as everyone was thrown into a panic.

you take a lot of time making sure vash’s arm is up to your standard. if you notice a slight uncontrolled twitch or a lag in his shooting your on him before he can even blink. asking him if hurts or if hes noticed anything unusual.

you often use vash’s prosthetic hand to cool yourself after a long day in the sun, the cold metal never getting hot in the blazing sun. sometimes you’ll be sitting and just guide his hand to the back of your neck, letting out a pleased sigh. he cant help but marvel at how large his hand is across your neck.

meryl is often found having one point of contact with you. you like it since physical touch is your love language, but meryl mainly does it to prevent you from getting lost. it takes one cool bug for you to be 10 miles away from the party.

in the back of the car your sprawled out across vash and wolfwood, your head resting across wolfs legs and your legs stretched across vash’s. the two realized how good of an idea it was so now you take turns laying down across each other when you have to drive to distant towns. vash will rub invisible images on your calf and you’ll play with wolfwood’s hands as a form of entertainment. admiring his calluses and scars. you pretend like you dont see the blush on the tips of his ears.

you love playing with vash’s hair. if your lucky enough to spend the night in a hotel, he will sit on the floor as you sit on the edge of the bed, massaging his scalp. you try to style his hair but it always ends up in the same mop like shape.

wolfwood bonking you on the head because someone asks you a question you should lie about but no one told you that so there you go… telling them everything.

vash and wolfwood are on wandering duty. sometimes you’ll just start going a different direction since something intrested you and they just kind of pick you up from under your armpits and just bring you back.

“okay lets go” you say and you start walking. roberto just kind of grabs your shoulders and turns you to where you should have been going. “yes i 100% knew that we needed to go this way.”

wolfwood goes to give you a high five while your hands are full so you kind of just slap your head against his hand. he almost pissed himself laughing.

[amethvysts]

oiiiiii!!!! vi que os pedidos estavam abertos e decidi dividir uma ideia minha aqui com vc (especialmente dps do hc do matías paulista): enzo vindo visitar são paulo e se apaixonado por uma paulista raíz etc etc!!! ela levando ele pros museus, pros rolês culturais 😭😭😭😭

oi gatinhaaa! eu AMEI teu pedido, mas não sei se vou conseguir escrever muito a fundo por motivos de: sou carioca 😭 infelizmente não sei muito sobre rolê raiz de sp

mas se tem rolê cultural a gente sabe que o enzo iria amar, principalmente se tivesse a ver com artes plásticas ou filme. acho que se você levasse ele na cinemateca ele iria PIRAR! tenho pra mim que o enzo é apaixonado por filmes brasileiros, principalmente dos anos 60, 70... (certeza que ele divulga a palavra de glauber rocha por aí).

anda com a câmera analógica dele amarrada no pescoço, sempre pronto pra tirar foto daquilo que ele acha interessante: você. é foto tua olhando alguma pintura na parede do museu, andando pela rua, sentadinha em um dos restaurantes de rua. e ele vai descongelar o instagram só pra postar um dump quando revelar as fotos.

ai, ele iria amar a galeria do rock e os sebos. vocês teriam que reservar uma tarde inteira só pra passeio relacionado a música, porque não só ele quer ir atrás dos discos das bandas que ele gosta, mas também pediria pra você mostrar seus artistas brasileiros favoritos pra ele. certeza que no final do dia o enzo sairia com pelo menos três discos da rita lee debaixo do braço, voltando pra hospedagem com um sorriso no rosto. tá liberado falar que ele é total mania de você das ideias? porque ele é!

[fruitsoxs]

Hello! First things first, thank you for sharing your writing with the world!

Second things second... would you be willing to share any SFW and NSFW headcanons you have of Roberto? I feel like I normally don't request thirst on my first request but I've read your Roberto drabble like 6 times and I'm down abysmal. 😩😤

Have a good one, and thanks again!

more roberto for the world

warnings; nsfw !MINORS DNI!

SFW

I kind of feel like he’d be actually really shy with someone he really likes

Like let’s say you two have known each other for awhile and he’s started catching feelings, this man will be blushing hard core if you so much as accidentally touch his hand

He’ll try to play it off cool though

And I think that’s because he’s not good with real feelings

This man seems to have been through /things/ and i fully believe he hasn’t had time for romance 

So him falling for someone?? Yeah he has no idea what to do

If you’re on the shy side, he’ll probably be willing to take charge

But it will be like both of you are awkward and unsure of how to proceed. 

He’ll grab your hand, or put his hand on your thigh if you sit in front with him

The entire time he’ll be so nervous though

If you’re bold, he’ll try and pretend like the stuff you do doesn’t affect him

But the moment you step away he’ll be leaning on a wall trying to control himself

Old man is about to have a heart attack from you leaning clos eto him

He’s probably a secret romantic too

Will buy you little gifts and trinkets that remind him of you

Notices when you’re hungry and always give syou a snack

Shares his water when you run out

He also can tell when you’re upset and will always steer you away from what’s going on to give you a little break

Does it in a way that you don’t even notice

He sees that the others are overwhelming you and he’s like “wow that cloud kinda looks like a cat.” and drags you away

Or he distracts you by making fun of you and getting you all riled up

You get so angry and annoyed you forget that you were ever anxious 

He’d also reach over and silently squeeze your hand

I THINK HIS HANDS ARE PROBABLY SO WARM (I could write an entire separate set of headcanons for hands in general)

I also hope you like hugs because he loves them

He’ll just pull you into a hug whenever

Side hugs are his favorite. He like wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close

Anyway I think he’s just sweet 

But he likes to make fun of you, it’s his love language 

NSFW

Now when I say he’s shy I totally mean just with relationships and romance. 

Roberto FUCKS and i refuse to believe otherwise

He’s a dirty talker. 

He doesn’t moan much, but he is constantly talking

He likes getting a reaction out of whoever he’s with

I also think he’s the type that likes looking whoever he’s fucking in the eye

He’s probably not very experimental with positions - he’s old fashioned

Idk why but i imagine he likes clothed sex

He’s very bold - doesn’t mind doing it in public where you might get caught 

In fact he likes pushing it a little bit

Gets you all riled up in public with hidden touches to see if you can survive until you’re in private 

If you can’t he’ll find a closet or something to fuck you in 

Sometimes he’ll get lazy and not wanna have sex, so he’ll just pleasure you non-stop

Mans loves eating pussy and sucking dick 

He fucks hard. Relentless pace, bruising grip, biting sometimes. All of that good stuff

He’s a soft lover though 

Like the first time after he says “I love you” is the softest sex ever

He likes kissing 

He strikes me as the type who likes putting his fingers in your mouth 

Imagine getting on your knees for him while he smokes a cigarette and praises you

[bugtastic]

To reach you is a dream of man.

Nicolas D. Wolfwood x gn!reader.

tags: fluff, small bits of angst if you squint

warnings: a bit suggestive with the kissing, wolfwood is a bit jealous of vash, alcohol consumption

summary: wolfwood LONGS for you and sulks but he gets all the kisses and hugs he deserves

word count: i have no idea. it's long tho so have a drink beside you i'll take you on a ride with this one.

like and reblog if u want! notes are at the end of the fic! enjoy :)

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He couldn't take his eyes off you.

Smiling at the Humanoid Typhoon, you laughed with him. Him. That stupid Needle Noggin'. Wolfwood's head was on the counter of the bar holding his drink like it would run away the moment he released his death grip on the glass. The bartender noticed his sour mood, but that's nothing new to them. Every once in a while, a depressed patreon comes in and drowns themselves in their sorrow, thinking alcohol would help them. Wolfwood was no different right now. He knows for sure Roberto noticed his longing gaze on you as you warped a hand around Vash's shoulder, laughing cheerfully, and the blond brought his drink next to yours, making a *clank* sound.

Vash just seemed to make you smile so easily. Why couldn't he be the only one to make you smile? Well… he does. Wolfwood's eyes have a spark in them, remembering the time he made you laugh. Oh, how he would love to hear that sound again.

Your laugh was precious.

One night, Wolfwood smoked up a storm, as usual. Sitting down in the sand and lighting a cigarette, he saw a figure sit down next to him. He knew it was you. He could never mistake you for someone else. Your aura had something special that instantly calmed the raging demons inside of him. He didn't turn to you, only looking ahead of him. Everyone was asleep. Meryl was asleep in the truck with Roberto, and Vash was on top of the truck snoring loudly.

Why didn't you just go to sleep?

Why must you bother him with your presence?

The moment you're close to him, he wants to hold you close to him.

Cage his arms around you, bury his nose in your hair as your smell envelopes his entire being.

He had to restrain himself. He just quietly enjoyed your presence. This was enough for him.

You stared at him and Wolfwood felt like one of his strings was just about ready to break and he would have kissed you right then and there, but he stubbornly held himself back. You moved closer to him and spoke.

„Wolfwood, why are you always awake so late at night?“ You questioned. Oh, how he loved the gentle way your voice would sound when you called out his name. His heart clenched. How he wished to hear you say his real name, Nicholas. His heart clenched tighter in his chest.

„Can't sleep. What about you though, Stardust? You're always out like a light the moment the moons appear in the sky.“ You chuckled quietly. Wolfwood felt his pride grow at your chuckle. He was the one who made you do that, not him. Not that outlaw.

You looked at the sky and laid down from your sitting position. You stared at the moons glowing brightly in the sky. „I just… can't sleep. Too many thoughts I guess. I thought that all that running we did today to protect Vash would leave me glued to my sleeping bag. But I guess not, my brain decided otherwise instead!“ You yelled that last part a bit loudly. Your hands flew to your mouth and you looked around alarmingly, hoping that your sudden outburst didn’t wake anyone up - thankfully, it didn’t. 

Wolfwood chuckled deeply at your worry for the others. God, you could be so adorable, he thought as he finally turned around to look at you. What he saw was something he never saw you do before in his presence. Your face flushed, a beautiful red hue coloured over your cheeks, gentle eyes wide with what seemed to be joy and something else, your fingers barely brushing over your plump pink lips.

„Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud there.“ You chuckled nervously, quickly burying your face in your hands. No, why are you apologizing? You just gave him the most beautiful image he would keep for eternity in his mind. In that moment, he would replay that image of your flushed face over and over and over again. Oh, how he wished to take your hands away from your face and gaze at your beautiful features. In private, he noticed you didn’t like looking at yourself in mirrors. When he asked about it, you gave a small and quick answer with a small smile, saying that you didn’t really like the way you looked though he needn’t worry about it. 

But he thought differently. The moment he saw you he thought that God himself had sent you to soothe him, to forgive him of all the sins he's committed. You were so beautiful to him. You were gorgeous, pretty, breathtaking, amazing, and all the words he couldn’t think of in that moment that could possibly describe your beauty. To reach out to you, to hold you steady in his arms, an angel sent to No Man's Land, would be a dream come true. 

He stayed calm and collected, dragging his cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. „No matter. You don't need to say sorry. Tell me, child, what sinful thoughts are running through your mind?“ Wolfwood teased. You shoot up from your lying position immediately, and your face flushed again at his statement before snorting. Every time you snorted, you put a hand on your mouth, stifling it as much as you could. „You shouldn't hide your laugh like that, Stardust.“ He said as he grinned wildly, enjoying this rare moment of you two being alone together.

„Hey-„ You started but quickly stopped as you saw Vash stir in his sleep on top of the truck. You lowered your voice as you started poking the priest on his shoulder. „You can't just say stuff like that! Also, I would never confess anything to you. You're a lousy priest, after all. Carrying a cross around that's actually a machine- actually laser- whatever gun- it's not holy even in the slightest!"

You started poking him more on purpose to annoy him. "Does." *poke* "Not." *poke* "Count." *poke* "To." *poke* "Being." *poke* "A." *poke* "Priest." *poke*

Wolfwood laughed deeply. You stopped poking him, and as you were about to ask what was so funny, you felt his hand grab yours and pull you towards him. You squealed softly, feeling your cascade over him. You closed your eyes as you felt your cheek hit something hard. As you opened your eyes, you saw that you were on his chest and Wolfwood was lying down in the sand. You held yourself up on your elbows as you were about to scold Wolfwood for laying in the sand. His clothes will get dirty! But then again, you were laying on the sand a minute ago as well…

As you were about to say something you saw something in his eyes. A sparkle? A trick of the light? A small, fragmented glow that you could have easily missed if you never challenged yourself to stare into his eyes. His dark eyes stared right back at you. Minutes felt like hours, and the two of you wished this very moment would last forever.

Wolfwood stared at you longingly, adoringly. He was so close to you, your bodies touching and molding perfectly, as though you were made for each other, and he wanted nothing more than to caress your cheek and close the distance between the two of you. 

God, your lips never looked so inviting before. He could feel his inner demons taunt him in the back of his mind, telling him to give in to his selfish desires. To keep you close to him forever and never let go. 

Ah-

You seem to snap back to reality. You smile at him, flashing that gorgeous smile which causes his heart to ache painfully with longing and he feels a sense of pride warm his chest. Only he got to see that delicate smile of yours. Only he knows the worth of that dazzling smile.

„I'll confess to you. Not my sins, but my thoughts, if you are willing to listen, Father.“ That last word was supposed to come off as a tease but your gentle tone and smile failed to give it any teasing remark. You noticed that Wolfwood didn't have his signature sunglasses on. You never realised he took them off to begin with. He didn’t even have a cigarette trapped between his lips. Where did his last bud go? You feel exposed like this. You take a deep breath and stare at Wolfwood's awe-struck expression. He blinks up at you, watching as you adjusted your position so you were now straddling his hips, his hands unknowingly pressing into your thighs and holding onto them.

He had to suppress a groan of satisfaction at the sudden contact and he chose to ignore it - for now.

He grins up at you. You giggle at his expression. 

„I'm all ears, Stardust.“ He said softly, encouragingly. You start speaking about something, something about your day, the fears you encountered today, fears from the past. But he couldn't hear you, your words falling deaf to his ears. He could only admire your features as you spoke. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips - he's so hyper focused on everything that is you right now. You, atop of him under the night sky, the shining glow of the moons, painting you like a portrait in his eyes. Oh, how he wishes he had a camera on him right now, just so he could save the image of what he saw. You, under the night sky above him, confessing all your fears to him. Not just to any priest, but to him, to Nicholas.

A sharp sound of glass hitting the counter breaks his reminiscing. He groans as he sees Roberto staring down at him with squinted, blood-shot eyes.

„What do you want, Scruffy?“ Wolfwood manages to blurt out in his drunken state. Meryl appears from behind Roberto, looking at Wolfwood. She feels pity for him. Her and Roberto - even in their tipsy state - could clearly see Wolfwood’s look of longing as he stared at you. 'It's pathetic!', Meryl said to Robreto. If he can tease and bicker with her all the time, not sparing her of any harsh words he spews out at her, he should be able to tell you how he feels with just as much ease. And anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he feels strongly about you. 

Meryl noticed the way his demeanor sparks up like a firecracker when you talk with him. She also noticed how he never seems to tease you as harshly as he does her. When you back her up though, he seems to tone it down a notch as you tease him back and then you both start throwing playful, teasing insults at one another. Those moments are what make Wolfwood smile when he thinks no one else realises. A genuine smile from Wolfwood, Meryl noted. Looks like you're the only one that can wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. You poke your tongue out and make funny faces at him as Meryl hides behind your back. The moment you turn around though, taking Meryl with you, she turns around and pokes her tongue out at the Undertaker as he quietly growls back at her as Vash tries to calm him down by patting his shoulder lightly. 

Back to the present, Meryl looks at you and Vash speaking together about a random topic she didn’t have much of an interest in joining in. She was too tired to deal with you and Vash and your drunken bullshit. But she's also tired of Wolfwood's bullshit. She swipes the undertaker's drink from his hand as he tries to reach back for it only for him to slump back down to the counter.

God that's a depressing sight.

She pulls Wolfwood back up with her hands gripping his shoulders. He simply stares back at her, a sour expression on his red cheeked face and a heated glare which sent daggers straight into Meryl’s soul.

Some kind of priest, huh?

„You HAVE to talk to her! Call her up to your room and talk. Do you have any idea how depressing and creepy it is to watch you stare at (Y/N) for almost 2 hours now? Big guy handling a machine gun almost double his size but can't handle telling his true feelings towards someone? How pathetic.“ Meryl exclaimed dramatically, flailing her hands around as she spoke. 

Hearing her words awakened something deep in Wolfwood. It felt like anger, but it was far more primal than that. Anger which he had never realised he felt before - until he watched you laugh joyfully with Needle Noggin’ of all people. 

„I'll show you ‘pathetic’ little lady. I'll SHOW you.“ He stood up from his chair and walked over to where you and Vash were sitting. He stares at you and Vash as you both don't notice him at all, too caught up in your conversation.

Oh , how he wishes he could just blow out the blond’s brain with the Punisher.

He clears his throat as you and Vash try to find where the sound came from. Yours and Vash’s attention are now on Wolfwood, and you smile brightly at him.

You were drunk. From the way you swayed back and forth even when firmly sat on the stool to the hazed look of joy and drunken stupor in your eyes. It took you a moment to realise that it was Wolfwood, but when you did, your heart immediately sparked with a joy that clearly formed in your eyes.

„WOLFWOOD! Join us~ me and Vash were just talking about you hehehe~“ You and the blond giggle at each other as Wolfwood stares blankly at the two of you, his brow arching slightly.

„Yeahhhh! Come have some fun! You always have a frown imprinted on your face, I bet (Y/N) could help replace it with a smileee~! Your smiles are JUST the best hahaha~.“ Vash says as you hit him playfully on the shoulder telling him ‘staaawppp it Vashhh'.

Wolfwood thinks he might hurl the sight of you two.

He shakes his head as he remembers the reason why he's here. „You're coming with me, Stardust, we need to talk.“ He takes your hand causing you to whine and wave back at Vash, who was simply far too drunk to even stop you from being kidnapped. 

Wolfwood drags you through the bar and through the hallways of the hotel you're all staying at. You stare up at him thinking what the hell has gotten into him, though you did not make a move to stop him even as his grip tightened around your wrist, causing you to hiss in pain.

He stopped immediately, eyes widening slightly at the realisation that he was hurting you. How could he treat you like this when he was just worshipping you in his head a minute ago?

Wolfwood loosens his grip but never lets go, the warmth of his hand sending shivers up your arm and spine. You both walk together in comfortable silence as he takes you to his room, a whirlwind of emotions spinning through both of your minds. 

He briefly lets go of your wrist to unlock the door to his room, and you rub your hand unconsciously, missing the warmth that was there moments ago. 

When he finally manages to unlock the door, it swings open and he holds it for you, gesturing for you to enter first like a true gentleman. You chuckled. 

It was a rather small room, but neither of you had the right to complain. Having a bed and a roof over your head was better than slumbering in the back of some car in the middle of the desert. The quiet priest walks past you as you make your way to his bed, taking a seat on the very edge as he turns the lamp on to illuminate the darkened room. 

You patiently wait, watching curiously as he removes his sunglasses from his face and takes off his jacket. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight - seeing him so exposed yet still perfectly covered. It felt like home, in a way. You felt the bed dip slightly as he sat right next to you, leaving only a small distance between the two of you. His head hung low and he stared at the floor, unsure of what to say.

There was a moment of silence, which was cut abruptly by the sound of his soft, hesitant voice.

„Stardust, remember the night when you confessed your fears to me?“ You nod, and he continues. „That night I think I finally realised I couldn't take my damn hands off you. I craved your presence. I hogged all of your attention that night and I was drunk on it. I was… drunk on you in general.“ He laughed deeply as you felt your cheeks warm up. „Every time darn time that Needle Noggin’ is with you, I want to tear his head off with my bare hands. You give so much to him and he makes you smile so easily and I wish… I wish I could make you smile the same way he does and I-„ He stops himself abruptly, his hands clenching together.

Wolfwood dared to look up at you, to see your reaction to his words and he swore his heart skipped a beat then and there. You smiled at him, so serenely, so beautiful.  A smile, he confesses, he has only ever seen once before. The same smile he saw on that night. He suddenly felt too embarrassed to continue. 

He stared at the floor for what felt like long, agonising minutes until he felt something soft and gentle touch his cheek. Wolfwood looked over at you.

Your hand.

Your hand was touching him, of your own free will. 

You scooted closer to him. He felt your hips and legs touch his and he felt a shiver go through him. God, he craved you so much that it was absolute torture to not just take you in his arms right then and there. He felt like he was going to fall apart just from your touch.

But he waited. Patiently. He waited until he was certain that this was not some sick dream he was having. He needed to know that it wasn’t just his mind playing a cruel trick on him.

You could feel his scent - the smell of burnt ash and whiskey. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. His breath hitched in his throat when you began to speak. „I love you, Wolfwood. I have for a very long time now, actually. Ever since I met you with the crew.“

The Undertaker raised his hand over your own that rested on cheek, his warm palm shooting sparks up your arm.

He could stay like this forever.

„Don't you… Don’t you like Needle Noggin?“ Wolfwood questioned. 

You pulled back, creating space between the two of you as you stared at him with wide eyes. Then, much to his shock, you burst into a fit of laughter, causing Wolfwood to deadpan at your reaction and for you to apologise in between chuckles.

„Vash and I? No! We're just travel companions. We have known each other for a long time but we have more of a sibling relationship. Nothing romantic.“ You explain.

For the first time that night, Wolfwood exhaled a deep breath of relief that he did not realise he was holding. You chuckled at his reaction. 

A moment of comfortable silence slipped between the two of you as you shared this tender moment. Sparks of adoration and longing tantalised your fingers and heart strings and a primal look formed in Wolfwood’s dark eyes, a look which only you could create. 

He wanted more. Something inside him is telling him to just go for it.

Take your chance, Nicolas.

It's now or never.

Without even realising it, Wolfwood managed to wrap his arm around your waist and hoist you onto his lap in one swift, fluid motion, which made you silently scream.

Your face was crimson red as you stared at him with wide eyes. Oh, how he simply loved that look on your face - a look which was caused by only him and no one else. And for that, he felt smug.

„Wh- Wha-” You started and Wolfwood hushed you gently, brushing away strands of loose hair behind your ear as he brought you closer, so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. 

„What are you doing…?“ You asked quietly, your soft voice nearly going unheard.

Wolfwood was a greedy man. He knew that from the very beginning. But with you? ‘Greedy’ wasn’t even the right word to describe what he felt for you. 

„I have something to confess to you, Stardust.“ His intense gaze flickered between your lips and sparkling eyes. You moved forward as if on pure instinct, more than prepared to close the gap between you. 

He could no longer wait. Not now. Not ever. Not when the demons on his shoulder told him to take every part of you. 

And that is exactly what he planned on doing.

He moved his hand to the back of your neck and gently brought his lips onto yours. 

Desperation was sharp on his lips. His hand wandered from your neck to your hair, fingers brushing through soft strands while his other hand held your shaking form in place. 

He grew cocky, biting your lower lip gently, slipping his tongue through the folds when you gasped softly against him. He smiled triumphantly into the kiss, pulling you even closer with a hand pressed to the small of your back. 

You could taste the longing on his tongue, the need and want, as you both fought for domination, though the winner was clear from the very beginning. Your presence alone could only satiate a small part of his hunger for you. He wanted - no, he needed - more of you. 

Every single part of you was enticing, inviting him in as your hands roamed his clothed chest and arms, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around madly. You wanted this too, for so long.

It was so hard to believe any of this was real. But it was. And the marks will remain there long after you both are done.

You both pulled away from one another to catch your breaths, your foreheads pressed together, and the tips of your noses touching. Wolfwood chuckles breathlessly, holding you close. „I haven't even confessed yet, my angel."

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, lips twitching upward into a smile. „Didn't you basically show how you felt?“ You pointed out, laughing softly.

Wolfwood shakes his head, inhaling your scent deeply as he cups your warm cheeks in the palm of his hands. He looks up at you with glossy eyes filled with hope, with love. Gorgeous, sparkling black eyes which now possessed a light in them. 

„I love you. I love you so much (Y/N).“ He kisses you again. „The number of times I thought about you have been endless. Every waking moment, I think about you. Even in my own dreams, I can only think of you.“ 

This time, you pull him by the collar of his shirt, and you plant your lips firmly against his. Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you can feel them fall slowly, steadily, which Wolfwood wipes away with his thumb tenderly.

Even out of pure joy, he did not wish to see you cry.

„I love you too, Nicholas. I love you so much Nico. I love you, I love you!“ You cheerfully chant, his name rolling off your tongue perfectly. You couldn't stop the words from falling out like a waterfall.

You do love him afterall.

Wolfwood wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed with him. He buries his face into your hair and kisses the top of your head lovingly. You nuzzle your face into his chest, the rapid beating of his heart and his scent lulling you to sleep. 

He holds you tighter, your words repeating in his head and he could not help but smile.

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

A man, a sinner like him, should not be so fortunate. He has killed many, committed many sins whether they be the work of God or not. But, even so, a kind-hearted and gentle person like you could look past all of his fatal flaws and love him so dearly.

If this is the work of demons, then damn, so be it. He would spend an eternity in primordial flame if it meant that he could always hold you as close as he was holding you now.

He, Nicholas, fell asleep with you wrapped protectively in his arms, smiling. 

He finally heard your voice call out his name.

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notes:

thank you for reading this long ass fic. this is the first piece i actually wrote for trigun. i remember being so frustrated that there are no wolfwood fics and i just exploded. And wrote this. i hope you enjoyed it!

also, also, my asks are open so feel free to talk to me!