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Could i get headcanons for Vash having separation anxiety from his reader s/o? Like if he has to stay home and she goes to work, or the store? Hes like a puppy waiting for her to come home!

Thank you!

Vash has puppy vibes. Golden Retriever, specifically.

(I now picture the scene with Spongebob watching behind the windows of the Krusty Krab as Squidward walks in. That's Vash and the reader.)

He honestly tries to make do without your presence for certain periods of time, yet he fails. Miserably, might I add. He doesn't completely freak out if he wakes and you're not in the bed with him, but he will go and look for you in either your shared home or the inn if you're renting a room.

Vash hates it when you tell him he can't go out with you sometimes. He doesn't mind and will even offer to carry all of your bags just so you say yes, but you don't. Or if you go out to run errands without him.

This man waits for you like a dog. If he hears your vehicle or you walking towards the front door, he's at either the window or the door with a smile spread across his face. Hold onto whatever it is in your grip tightly, because he will hug you so fast and spin you around happily.

He does this a lot, especially if you work a day job with long hours. Vash will give you kisses before you leave for the day and as soon as that door shuts behind you, he will sit in silence and just wait. Maybe pick up a book or do a chore or something to at least keep his mind off of you, but it only does so much.

You once asked him what he does when you're at work all day, to which he replied, "I wait for you to come back." He said it in such a soft tone that was accompanied by the cutest smile, and you just couldn't help but give him a big ole smooch.

He's just a big puppy in disguise and is so excited each and every time you return home to him. Gives you all the hugs and kisses to the point where you actually have said, "Sit boy, sit." He followed it without a thought.

Vash will voice his feelings about you leaving him when running errands and such. He doesn't like to stay at home when you're out and about. He knows work is different, but he can't help but think about and miss you.

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Been going a bit feral thinking about Stampede Vash grappling, so can I request headcanons for Vash grappling a afab reader? Fluff or nsfw, or both, whichever you want.

On the one hand its really sweet, because aww, they Trust Him enough to let him put them in various holds and grapples (some of which, it has to be said, involve Vash touching a lot of boob, because thats how center of gravity works). But also Vash and reader getting flustered about it because hhhnng, friend pretty, and grappling training involves a lot of getting sweaty and gross together and touching and your face being close to theirs- or other parts of their anatomy.

(There's even a move where you try and and smoosh somebody to your chest enough that they can't breathe/tap out, and trying to practice that while having tits is. A Process. Wearing a sports bra helps, but it can still be a pain.)

Also maybe reader getting pinned and/or put in a chokehold by Vash and just being like. "OH. I see this has awoken something in me." "Oh, shit, I actually really trust him with my body and safety, and not just in a friendly way." "OH NO, HE'S HOT."?

I had to do so much research just to figure out what grappling was, and I'm mad at myself for not knowing because this. THIS. It's good stuff. ;)

Vash happily agreed to your request for a bit of grappling training. To him, it would be a fun way to work not only himself out, but you would also get in a good workout with it as well. It was two birds with one stone. You both get into the correct stance and, before you can even blink, the blond acts quickly.

Your back is firmly pressed against the floor as Vash has one leg across your neck, pinning you down while he has a grip on one of your arms, tugging it in a way that seems like it should hurt, but it doesn't. Your eyes are wide as you realize just how close his thigh is to your face, and you try not to think about it. You eventually have to tap out with your free hand, to which he immediately releases his hold on you.

You're not entirely sure as to why such a thought even entered your mind like that. It wasn't as if he did or said anything. Maybe it was what he wore that twisted your thoughts? Your eyes glanced over his attire, soaking in his black turtleneck and sweats combo, though your eyes may have stayed too long on the sweats.

Snapping yourself out of that mindset and focusing on the training at hand, you got back into your previous position, with Vash mimicking it. After a few seconds, you both went at one another, except this time around it was you that got him in a hold.

His back was on the ground while his head rested on one of your legs. You had an arm around his neck in a sort of chokehold while the other pulled at one of his arms, rendering him unable to break free from it. Such a position allowed for an increased closeness, which you realized how anyone walking in on such a scene would think the way you currently were.

Vash's face was practically smushed against your chest due to this position, and you couldn't tell whether or not he was affected by it. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel the tips of your ears burn as you stared down at him. His eyes held no glint within, so knowing whether or not what his thoughts were was impossible. Except, he didn't make a move to tap out, which would free him. Perhaps this was a sign?

Though he tapped out the second your brain thought it, and you quickly released your hold on him. He made a comment that praised you on getting him down to the floor as quick as you did, and you thanked him, smiling as the two of you got into the same stance for a third time.

You really couldn't stop thinking about how you practically smothered his face with your breasts, and that thinking is what caused you to lose focus and hit the ground with a thud. It didn't hurt, and your eyes widened at the realization of the position Vash put you in.

His weight pressed against your body, keeping you in place on the floor. He had one hand at your hip while an arm was planted across you, in between your neck and breasts. The blond's face was mere inches from your own and you honestly felt like passing out with the way he stared down at you.

Lips curved upwards into such a sweet smile while his eyes crinkled as they stared into your own. "Fuck," you breathed out, and it caught him off guard, having his first thought going towards how he might be hurting you with his full weight. He went to lift himself up off of you, yet you tugged him back down with a free hand and mimicked his earlier smile. "Don't move," you told him, "I like this position."

Only then did it click with him. He realized that, through all of the sweat from this session, the positions and the sheer closeness each one put you together in produced certain thoughts. Thoughts he really didn't think about until now. Well, that's a lie, but you didn't have to know that, yet.

His lips copied your smile, and he brought his face down a little more, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Did you like the other positions, too?" His smiled broadened when you gave a quick nod.

"I hope the second one wasn't too much." He shook his head at you and chuckled. You felt a little embarrassed having his face so close to your chest.

"It wasn't," he smiled, "they were...soft. It felt nice." You hummed in response and felt the urge to close the gap between you and him, your lips brushing against his in a soft, yet hungry, kiss. He didn't pull away or attempt to show any disgust with the sudden action. Instead, he worked his lips against yours, tasting them before he had to pull away. "You want to--"

"Continue this elsewhere? Yes."

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I dont know if this was requested already but could i possibly get headcanons for knives and vash with a sassy, sarcastic, but really funny reader?

If that was requested already I apologize! Thank you!

Vash

Adores your sassy, sarcastic nature a lot. He thrives on it, because it makes traveling so much more fun. He especially likes it when you're sassy with him, or even when you respond with such a sarcastic tone to some of what he says and asks. He never holds any of it against you or in a bad light, so it's all just fun and games.

Sometimes you both get caught up in a hostage situation and your mouth just goes off at the bandits or raiders or whoever has you both as hostages, and he just laughs. He can't help it, but then he realizes that it's still a dangerous situation you're both in.

One time you got caught up as a hostage and by the time he was able to rescue you, you weren't in any of your restraints. Why? Your captors thought you were funny and just decided to let you go. Vash never forgets about it.

He likes to join in with some of his own humor, but not all the time. Mostly lets you do it, and he can't help the big smile or chuckle or even the adorable fit of laughter that he breaks out into every time you tell him one of your jokes. His favorites are knock knocks and jokes that are so dumb they're funny.

When you and Wolfwood go at it with the jokes and sass, Vash is listening so intently that he probably trips over his own feet or something because he's so invested. Then you both gang up on him with the jokes and he can't help but laugh along with the two of you.

Knives

Your sassy nature was definitely not something he enjoyed, at first. He thought it was a product of defiance of sorts and would always stare at you with a frown. Until one day, when he frowned at you for what you felt to be the final time since you told him that his face would be like that permanently if he kept doing it. The look he gave you threw you into such a laughing fit that he just walked off.

Your nature grows on him, and he has found himself slowly liking the sass you have. He honestly doesn't mind your sarcasm, finding it amusing when one of his subordinates says the absolute dumbest things before thinking about how they'd sound. He knows it pisses them off, but he doesn't care. It amuses him, so he lets you be as sarcastic as you want with them.

Knives doesn't understand humor with humans, so every time you crack a joke or say something funny, to which the other humans that follow him laugh at, he'll just stare at you with a raised brow. Sometimes he asks demands you to tell him about the meaning behind the joke. His nose scrunches when he finds it to be idiotic, but he's chuckling behind that little facade.

You're taken aback when he ends up being sarcastic with you, and you can't help but smirk at how he's allowed himself to change. It really shocks you when he develops some humor. Not a lot, but he tries enough to at least earn a chuckle or snort from you. Knives takes that as a win, and it really strokes his ego.

His subordinates will never see this side of him, though. He'd probably have to kill them if they did, or worse. He will only ever be this way around you, and you are quick to take notice of this little special treatment. Though you know it's really due to the fact that you're likely one of the few, if not the only one, that doesn't aggravate him just by their presence alone.

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Hello! I was wondering if i could get a Wolfwood x gn reader who carries around a big scythe like a grim reaper :)) and they are known for “reaping souls” plus they are cold and stoic

So maybe this could be a enemies to lovers fic? Only if you’re up for it!! There’s no rush

Thank you! I hope You’re doing well ❤️

The idea of the reader "reaping souls" like the grim reaper was an amazing one, anon. ;)

warning(s): a bit of gore, a little death, fighting, reader has a nickname, some cursing

Nicholas despised you the first time he met you. He had tracked a deserter down, having followed them halfway across the desert and finally cornering them in a heavily decrepit building. There wasn't anywhere else for them to go, knowing full and well they were out of nourishment. He was fixing to home in on them and make it a quick and clean kill, but a piercing scream and the sound of choking caused him to hurry to the scene.

You stood there, clad in dark attire with your eyes on the victim, his mark. He noticed your weapon was at your side, crimson liquid sliding down the blade and dropping to the ground. The deserter was choking on their own blood, hands firmly pressed to the wound that started from the upper right of their chest and dragged downward diagonally. Their eyes were wide and full of fear, knowing now that this would be their final night alive.

The body soon slumped over, dead, and his eyes fled to you as you now stared at him. Nicholas clenched his jaw, clicking his tongue in annoyance at the entirety of the situation. Who were you? Where did you even come from? There wasn't another soul out in that desert for miles. He would have sensed you, and yet, he didn't.

"Oi," he started, annoyance heavy in his tone, "who're you?"

He watched as you angled your head upwards a little and glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, giving off the impression of looking down on him. Nicholas didn't know why it did, but it pissed him off immensely. "Does it matter?" You asked him, eyes narrowing in the process. He scoffed and furrowed his brows. "You were taking too long with them. The job is to kill, not play."

His hands balled into fists, tightening from the anger that swirled within. "I was taking care of it before you butted in."

"Following them for nearly a month and a half without killing them qualifies as such? You'd still be wandering after them if I hadn't inserted myself into the situation." You continued to stare at him with a coldness in your eyes. It made him uncomfortable, but he was still angry, so the unease was cancelled out. "Letting those with such bad souls continue living is a waste, hence why they were reaped."

Reaped? His eyes glanced down at your weapon, and he realized that it was a scythe. Such a large weapon carried by someone like you, how could it be possible? Nicholas shook his head and growled in frustration. It didn't matter, he thought. What mattered is who you were, why you followed him, and why you killed someone he was supposed to take care of. "Whatever," he grumbled, "but you're gonna tell me who the hell you are and why you butted in, else I--"

Before he could finish his sentence, you came at him with such speed and ferocity that he hadn't even thought of how to counter whatever attack would befall him. Your weapon was at his throat, the curve of the blade gently pressed against his skin. "Kill me?" You questioned, eyes staring hard at the ones hidden behind his shades. Despite not being able to see them, he was certain you could tell they were wide in fear. You kept your weapon on him for another second before you pulled away. "You may try, but you wouldn't like the outcome." The undertaker soon watched as you made your way out of the building, stopping short to glance over your shoulder and at him. "Until next we meet, Punisher."

He grumbled under his breath after you left. Nicholas didn't know who you were, where you came from, or why you even took over killing the deserter, yet you knew him. His title, at least, but it was enough to warrant his suspicion. His eyes flew to the corpse on the floor, and he grumbled some more as he thought about your final words to him. Would there be a next time? He certainly hoped not.

Nicholas' hopes were crushed the second he saw you in the bar. You sat away from the other patrons and nursed your beverage, your gaze down on the table before it picked up and landed on him, as if feeling his presence in the establishment. The man huffed and ordered a drink before he came to your table and slid into the seat across from you with ease. "Next time came too early," he said.

"It's only been a month since our parting." Your cold eyes stared at him, and he had to look away to escape the unease that would slowly build itself if he stared into them.

"A month too soon."

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink and keeping your eyes glued on him. "I assume you're on a break?" He turned back to you and raised a brow. "Or do you have a new job to do?" The expressionless face you had unnerved him, but he held himself together. Ever since that first meeting and you having apprehended him faster than his brain could comprehend the situation, well, it may has put a bit of fear in him.

"Break," he said, which was true to an extent. He had gone on his own after that night, no longer wishing to be part of the group that made him nothing more than a hunting dog for its deserters. Though a small part of him, which he refused to believe, wanted to seek you out for some reason. He found you mysterious and a force to be reckoned with, but he really just wanted to know who you were and how you even knew who he was. Or used to be. "Until something else catches my eye."

You hummed, again, not being one for this much small talk. The two of you soon sat in silence, sipping your beverages and seemingly enjoying the company of one another until it was time to depart. "Until next time, Punisher," you said, rising from your seat to leave.

"Wait," he called out, causing you to stop and turn around to face him. His brows were furrowed as he stared directly at you. "You still never said who you are. It's not fair to know me when I don't know you."

He watched you blink at him before turning away. "You'll find out soon enough." With that, you left, and he grumbled at the vagueness of your words. They only made him more puzzled than the previous encounter. With a sigh, Nicholas downed the rest of his drink, paid the bartender, and left. He hoped that the next time you meet again would arrive a little faster this time around.

His wish was well received, because the next time he saw you wasn't long after that. Though the circumstances of this next meeting could have been a little better, as whatever altercation you were swept up in with raiders also threw him into the mix. He could have been angry about the situation, however, one of them called you "Reaper", and stated you were well known in the underground world for being the bounty hunter that "reaped souls."

Nicholas thought back to your parting words at the bar and didn't even try to hide the smirk that his lips twisted into, now realizing what you meant by him finding out sooner or later. He now knew more about you, which was all he wanted for now. The only other thing he wished to know about was how you knew who he was. Though that was something that would have to wait for later.

"You can fight, right?" Your question had him cock his head at you. Of course he knew how to fight. When you turned and saw his look, you simply blinked. "I've only seen you play, not kill." The stoic expression on your face unnerved him, but he was mostly used to it now.

Nicholas grumbled under his breath as he flipped his firearm around, gaining better handling on it. "I didn't make it this far by just playing, y'know." Your face remained the same, and he watched as you turned when a raider came at you with their makeshift weapon. The way in which your scythe was raised to counter the attack was done so effortlessly, almost as if you weren't even trying to deflect it. He scoffed at the visible hypocrisy.

Though his thoughts on the matter were quickly shut down by the screams that followed shortly after, the curved blade of your weapon having removed the raider's arm from their body. The others of their group watched in horror as their comrade was quickly finished off, their head soon removed after their arm. Some set their sights on you while the others came after Nicholas, weapons drawn and anger glinting in their eyes.

The undertaker growled as he fired his weapon, the bullets hitting their targets with ease from close range. Though one managed to slip past and he felt a familiar sensation shoot up his leg. He had been shot. One measly bullet wasn't enough to keep him down, though, and Nicholas trudged on, trying his best to endure the pain that now began to affect the rest of his body. The constant burning sensation that swirled within him had him groaning in pain, yet he still continued firing at the remaining raiders. He wasn't about to let this do him in, or so he thought.

It only took a second. One little second for the pain to cause him to slip up and allow one enemy to get the upper hand. His jaw clenched as he felt a new burning sensation in his shoulder, causing him to falter and soon collapse to the ground. He tried reaching for his weapon, only to let out a groan as the raider stepped on his hand, the heel of their shoe twisting it into the floor. "You fucker," he growled, eyes glaring daggers at the enemy that stood over him.

"Watch it," they hissed, "or else--"

The raider was cut short from finishing their sentence as their eyes caught the glint of a blade, and you were the last thing they saw as your scythe sliced across their middle, cutting them in half. Their top half fell to the side while their lower fell backwards, releasing Nicholas' hand. He strained himself to look up and meet your gaze, only for his vision to blur out before fading to black.

It was dark out by the time he began to stir awake, causing you to glance over at him from your seat by the fire. "You pulled through," you started, "I suppose you're tougher than you look." Nicholas chuckled at your words and tried to sit up from his spot on the ground, only to wince and groan as a slight pain shot up his body. "I advise you to take it slowly. The bullet in your leg was easier to pull out than the one in your shoulder."

"Thanks," he mumbled, eyes glancing over at your seated self, "but why?" You remained stoic as you continued staring at him. "It's not like you had a reason to save me."

Your eyes closed as you turned away and reopened them, now staring at the flames before you. "Some souls are worth saving." It was all you said, but it was enough to get the point across to him.

"Y'know," he started, groaning as he sat himself up some more, "I owe you for saving me, Reaper."

"It's (Y/n)," you told him, "not Reaper. That's what the criminals call me." He hummed and you turned towards him. "Just as they call you the Punisher."

Now he knew the reason as to why you knew him. "Yeah, well, I still owe you. Lucky for you, I'm on a break, or was."

You blinked at him. "Was?" You questioned, and he didn't try to hide the smirk on his face. You easily put two and two together. "Are you trying to propose that we travel together?" He gave a slow nod, and for the first time ever, he saw your lips curl into a soft, yet fleeting, smile. Despite not staying for long, he still saw it. "I certainly don't mind it, Punisher."

"Nicholas," he said, "name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

"Nicholas, huh?" You tilted your head at him and lowered your eyes. "You certainly look like a Nicholas." His cheeks puffed up and he grumbled, to which you went back to looking at the fire. Traveling with you in exchange for saving his life seemed like a proper form of payment, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't part of your little plan, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't suggest it on purpose.

You were the reaper of damned souls, yet his was an exception. A delicious exception.

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Could I possibly get some headcanons for what type of music Vash, Nick, and Knives would listen to in a modern au?

If not thats totally fine! Thank you so much!

I hope I wrote this well since a lot of bands and artists can fall under a variety of genres.

Vash

Psychedelic rock is a genre he's not afraid to admit liking and listening to. MGMT, Tame Impala, Pink Floyd, etc. He typically likes to hum along and even sway his body to the beat, oftentimes just flat out dancing to the rhythm if it's a song or band that he can get really get into.

Alternative/Indie rock is another good genre for him. His top five might include Arctic Monkeys, Florence + The Machine, Two Door Cinema Club, Chase Atlantic, and possibly Teflon Sega. Not only do a lot of the ones he listens to sound amazing, but some songs just feel good after a stressful day.

Alternative/Indie pop, but he's picky about this genre. Lana Del Rey, Twenty One Pilots, and Blink-182 are just a few that he'll listen to. He's open for recommendations with this genre, though.

Synthwave is his JAM. It's his go-to genre for literally doing any sort of chore around the house. Kavinsky, Trevor Something, Mr. Kitty, and Wayfloe. He may also listen to such songs when trying to sleep, as they have an easy way of relaxing him.

Anything classical, but that's really only because his brother likes it. He's not really picky with any pieces belonging to this genre, but he does tend to listen to the softer, less intense ones. Sometimes he'll play a piece, whether it be on his own piano or from an app on his phone, and just think about Knives and how he's doing at the moment.

Knives

He's very into the classical genre, so anything from Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Puccini can and will be heard in his home. He'd much rather play the pieces himself than to use an app to listen to them, however, he'll elect to use the app if he doesn't have any intentions to play them himself.

Classic pop, which he's honestly very picky about. He leans more towards artists that are similar to Frank Sinatra, and of course he listens to Michael Bublé.

Synthwave, but only because Vash had it playing when he visited. He didn't care much for the genre, at first, but it grew on him. Only listens to Kavinsky and Wayfloe, though. Might seem stubborn to broaden this genre, but he's just picky.

Alternative/indie. Only listens to Florence + The Machine, Lana Del Rey, and Fleurie. Such powerful and captivating voices will always grace his ears for as long as he lives. Not that anyone would know he listens to them.

Industrial metal, but no one will ever know. His favorites from the genre are Rammstein, Oomph!, Celldweller, and Nine Inch Nails. He once heard Vash play an Oomph song and got scared, thinking his brother knew about it.

Wolfwood

Alternative just oozes out of this man. Bands/artists such as Muse, Sub Urban, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, ThxSoMch, etcetera, are what he will be listening to. Will even sing along to the song if he's feeling it, and that happens a lot.

Not opposed to rock or heavy metal. Metallica, Slipknot, Korn, Tool, even Ghost are bands he'll listen to. He likes the volume loud a lot, however, he'll make exceptions for when people visit him.

Rap rock bands such as Hollywood Undead, Linkin Park, and Limp Bizkit are also thrown into the mix. Listens to it during chores because he says it "energizes" him. Will most definitely sing along to every song.

Electropop, yeah, he likes it. Anything similar to Graveyardguy, Slayyyter, Night Club, and Ayesha Erotica he likes. Vash doesn't like riding in the car with him ever since he played Emo Boy with a smirk. Kidding, since the blond suggests similar songs for car rides now.

Metalcore, but he only ever listens to this genre when he's in a certain mood. Usually a bad one, but he thinks listening to bands like Bring Me the Horizon, Bullet for My Valentine, All That Remains, and Of Mice & Men will cancel out his bad moods. It's become a tell of his that lets everyone know how he's feeling without saying.

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A Little Feral

Vash x AFAB!Reader (Stampede Version | nsfw)

Requested By: Anonymous

Requested Plot: a fic for vash x afab reader where he just dominates her and bangs her against the shower wall or a hotel wall? I love our soggy pathetic man but i feel like he could be a beast if in the right mood 🥵

warning(s): orgasm denial, slight roughness, oral (f!receiving), a little face sitting, creampie, slight cumflation, bit of cock warming

minors dni

He had been feeling it for a while now, but he wasn't sure how long it would be before he snapped. The frustration gnawed at him like a rabid dog, causing his mind to wander more and more these past few days. Vash wondered how long it had been since you were last beneath him, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly agape as you panted. He shuddered in delight at the thought, his body repeating the action when his mind threw in how long it had been since he last tasted you. His lips parted, tongue darting out to swipe across them as he wracked his mind to remember the taste. It had been far too long since the last time he fucked you, and he now knew he couldn't hold the feeling back any longer.

His pretty blues fixated on the bathroom door, the slight crack of it allowing the steam from your shower to slip through. He blinked and brought his gaze down to his lap where he fidgeted with his hands, debating if he should go through with his plan or not. The more he thought about it the more he realized just how long it's been, and how much longer it could possibly be before the two of you get alone time like this again. Such a thought was what spurred him to do something he would never think to do. Vash pushed himself up off the bed and made his way towards the bathroom, removing his clothes before pushing the door open.

From what he could see upon entering the bathroom, you were just finishing up your shower. You hadn't heard him due to the sound of the water, nor did you see him due to the curtain obscuring your vision. With it being such an open shower, the only thing separating him from you was just the curtain. He ignored the little squeak that left your lips the moment he pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower. You stared at him and raised a brow in confusion. "Vash?" When he didn't answer you squinted your eyes, and that's when you noticed the familiar glint within them. While it had been a while since the last time you saw such a look, you could never forget it.

He eyed your body up and down before he approached further, arms lifting as they caged you in. His face came closer, and you let out a small gasp as his lips peppered light kisses on your neck. "It's been so long," he whispered, and you felt your body shudder under the gentle touch of his kisses. You can't deny that the duration you had both gone without being this intimate was excruciatingly long, and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't been thinking about him while showering.

"Too long," you moaned, head leaning to the side to give him more access to your neck.

The kisses trailed up to your ear until he stopped, his hot breath tickling your ear as his tongue slid out, the tip curling under your lobe before you felt him gently tug at it with his teeth. "I want you," he told you. He sounded so desperate, so wanting, and you wanted him, too.

"Then take me," you said, and it was all he needed to remove himself from your neck and drop down, his face level with your pussy. You carefully watched as he stared at it before his gaze met yours, his lips curling into a soft smile. It was fleeting, though, lasting a mere two seconds before vanishing. You then yelped as his hands grabbed underneath your thighs and hoisted your body up, which caused you to steady yourself by gripping his blond locks. He groaned at the feeling of his hair being tugged as you struggled to balance yourself and soon eased your worries by slotting himself directly under you, your legs now over his shoulders. He used his hands to keep you steady before he dove in, his tongue wasting no time sliding up your folds before pushing past them.

You hung your head back and moaned at the feeling. Vash wasn't taking his time and you could tell with the way his tongue fervently lapped at your cunt, and it was beginning to drive you insane. You couldn't help but squirm, wanting to hump his face for a bit of added pleasure, but couldn't as he kept you firmly in place against the shower wall. His fingers dug into the flesh of your skin, the pressure only adding to your pleasure. Having gone so long without sex had made you sensitive to his touches and him even more desperate to taste you.

"Taste so good," you heard him groan in between breaths. The tip of his tongue slid further up until it rubbed over your clit, causing your back to arch out on its own accord. The blond chuckled against your pussy, the slight vibration from it only adding to the pleasure building up inside of you. He then felt your thighs clench, a telling sign he had not forgotten from the last time you came from on his tongue. Vash wanted you to, he did, but he wanted nothing more than to do so together, and so he was quick to remove his mouth from your cunt, his lips glossed over with your slick.

You whined at him for denying your orgasm, yet all he offered was a chuckle as his gaze rose to meet your own. "Vash," you whined. If it weren't for the heat of desire clawing at his body, he would have melted at how adorable you looked. Puffed cheeks, pursed lips, the look you gave him as you stared down at him--fuck. It drove him wild.

A gasp slipped out from you as you watched the blond quickly and carefully, without dropping you, rise to his feet. His chest was flush against yours, pressing you further against the shower wall while his arms hooked under your thighs. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and crossed your legs behind his waist. "I've waited so long for this." He wasted no time guiding himself into you, his thrusts nice and slow as if trying to remember the way you felt. Though the feeling was short lived because it wasn't long before his pace quickened, his dick slamming up into you so hard that you were certain your back would be bruised by the wall, however, the pleasure masked the pain from the cold friction against the tile.

You moaned out his name as he fucked you. He was wild this time around. So needy, so desperate, so animalistic and rough that you soon began feeling the slight haze of dizziness. Had it really been so long since the last time he made you feel this way? Since the last time the two of you had such an amazing, heated fuck? Your thoughts were halted when you felt his lips against yours, working them in such a way that you knew for a fact would leave them bruised, but you didn't care. He was making you feel so good right now that you really didn't care what he did to you so long as he wouldn't stop. He wanted you. You wanted him. It had been too long.

His lips soon retreated from your own before you could realize it, the haziness of having your brain fucked out messing with your thinking. You then felt them kissing at your neck, his teeth soon biting that one specific spot that drove you wild, causing a strangled moan to rip from your throat. The attack on your neck and the constant ruination of your pussy was enough to bring you over the edge, back arching and pushing your chest further against his. Your cunt clenched around his cock, milking him oh so greedily. His spurts were quick, hot, and they painted your insides with thick, white ropes of his cum. You whined at the feeling of being full, yet it was short upon realizing he was still cumming. It had been way too long since the last time.

Vash could feel the way your body became limp as exhaustion began to set in. He kept one hand on your legs, keeping them wrapped around him as he snaked his free arm around your waist, holding you still as he carefully turned you both around. With his back now against the cool tile wall of the shower, he slowly slid down until he was met with the floor. The blond pulled you to his chest and smiled as he wrapped both arms around you, keeping you in place with his dick still inside of you. He could pull out, but you were too tired to move, and he knew he would miss how warm you felt, so he elected to keep you both as you are. In the meantime, he would play with your hair, rub small circles on your back and press gentle kisses to your head as you rested against him. You knew Vash would want another round. You knew how pent up he most likely still was, but you also knew he was a patient man and would wait for as long as you needed him to.

[tenabrye]

When Tumblr updates and screws up all of your links, causing them to switch from mobile and to the site. So, I have to go in and re-link everything. 🫠

[tenabrye]

Whats good buddy!? I hope that you’re doing alright! Take your time and do what you need! Were all here to support you while you go through the stuff 💕

In the meantime for when you get the chance, can I request 2 things pwease?

1) sfw and nsfw yandere Vash and Knives headcanons (separately)

2) a fic for vash x afab reader where he just dominates her and bangs her against the shower wall or a hotel wall? I love our soggy pathetic man but i feel like he could be a beast if in the right mood 🥵

Thank you fam i love you ❤️❤️❤️

The second request will be a separate post since it's a fic. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. ;)

warning(s): stalking, murder, imprisonment, manipulation, light dubcon, and other yandere things

minors dni w/nsfw

SFW

Vash

It's very difficult for anyone to even tell he's a yandere. His personality throws them all off and they all think he's nothing but a sweet, loveable goofball. He is but make no mistake about his layers of possessiveness. He's incredibly sweet, yet also smart when he needs to be.

You don't mind how clingy he's gotten with you, shrugging it off as it being part of his personality. Vash is always around just when you need it, and you can't help but joke about it with him. He shrugs it off with a laugh every time, even including his own joke about how he must have a sixth sense.

He's very expressive with his gifts. They tend to range from cutesy things such as flowers, edible treats, and things you've talked about in passing to gifts that are a bit over the top, such as jewelry, clothing, or even expensive outings with him. You really don't think much of it since your other friends do the same when celebrations occur. Speaking of friends...

They really don't like Vash. You're not sure why that is since he's never done or said anything to cause the dislike. They tell you he gives off vibes that make them uncomfortable, and that surprises you. What surprises you even more are the days that follow and eventually lead to those friendships ending. Lucky that Vash is at the ready shortly after you come to him, his shoulders ready to be cried on. He has such a way with words, able to soothe your worries about the issue.

You trust him so much and he knows this, has waited for this moment since he first laid his eyes upon you. He's practically grinning at how dependent you are on him, how you come to him now for every little thing, how you even take his suggestions little by little when he offers solutions or advice.

With your friends gone, he won't let anyone else get close to you. He's still a pacifist and will still choose nonviolent methods to get his points across, such as sending little glares here and there when you aren't looking. Vash is also capable of exuding a presence that acts as a warning to others that even dare try to become your friend. They don't deserve you and you really don't need them. He's all you need and he's all you ever will need.

You're too far down into his trap so that when you finally do notice his behavior towards you has changed, well, it's really too late. He's such a soft yandere that doesn't have too tight of a leash on you, however, that doesn't mean you can get out of punishments.

He will never harm you. Ever. It would break him oh so much to lay a hand on you in such a manner. Instead, he will withhold nourishment and even resort to restricting hobbies and going out in public for fresh air for a set amount of time, or until you cave in.

Vash is so tender with you. He wipes away your tears, lets you smack him, curse at him, anything. He knows you don't mean it. You're just angry and he'll let you get all of that out of your system.

He won't ever make you feel like a prisoner in your shared home. He also gives in too easily to you. He knows he shouldn't because he knows you could be lying about loving him the first few days, but he can't help it.

He doesn't ask for much from you. Just be his little darling. Let him shower you with so much love and affection that you drown in it. He knows you'll learn to love him the same way he does you. It takes time, and he's the most patient man on the planet.

Knives

He's very easily recognized as a yandere by most, but he's also the type of yandere that is so precise and methodical with planning for you that everything he does is without fail. He saw you one night in the city when he escaped from his little establishment for fresh air. He never planned this encounter, but it wasn't as though he hated the universe for it, either.

You never know who he is or what he looks like. Only that his penmanship is neat and how he has a way with his words. The letters are the highlight of your days, always inquiring about your wellbeing while the sender talks about his within the contents of the letter. This is how you fall into his trap. The letters are soon followed by gifts, oftentimes the ones you've mentioned when writing him back.

He follows you when you go out. For his large, well-built self, he's surprisingly quiet and able to sneak around in the shadows as he pleases. Knives knows you can sense someone is following you, yet you can't pinpoint who when you turn and see no one is there. You grow to be more on guard with this, especially when the certain things start to occur.

Knives can't and won't sit back and watch while others try and make a move on you. Such scum dare to take what is rightfully his? They think they have a chance with his darling? How absurd, how foolish, how disgusting. It's not long before word gets out about the bodies that begin to show up. The bodies of those that pursued you. It frightens you, but he knows it must be done.

Things take a turn for the worse when he sees just how close you are with your friends. Knives doesn't like that, so, he gets to planning. It isn't long before the results present themselves, causing those so-called friends to bail on you, except the one that confronts you.

This is what causes things to go awry and for his plans to be cut shorter than he would like them to be. The blond watches from the shadows as the friend stands there and yells at you for the awful things you had been spreading around to the other citizens. You deny such a thing, raising your voice at them and earning a smack across the face. You're not exactly sure what happened, only that you're staring at their shredded corpse a second after the altercation. You blink, eyes going from them and to the figure that now stands before you.

Knives is surprised when you put two and two together, and try as you might to fight him, you're no match for him as he whisks you away. You're such a little brat to him. Cursing, clawing, biting at him when he goes to caress your face. You say you're not afraid of him, not even when he glares at you with such anger that could kill a person if possible.

Unlike his twin, he's not the soft type of yandere. His darling will be obedient, even if he must be harsh with you. Of course, he knows his own strength, so he has to be gentle yet also get the point across. If physical punishment doesn't work, well, there are other ways. He'll take away your nourishment, watching as you writhe in pain after a few days of not having any, waiting for you to give up.

He's not above calling you the cruelest names known to your kind. If it's what gets you to break and bend to him, so be it. He wants you entirely dependent on him, to rely on him, yet he knows not all humans are like this. Some will fight, such as you, but he doesn't mind. He can play these little games for as long as you want, darling. Just know that he'll be here when you're finally ready to give in.

NSFW

Vash

You don't have much to worry about him when it comes to anything sexual. He's very patient and will wait for you to be ready. Besides, he can satisfy his needs easily. All he needs is your underwear. He won't tell, but he has quite a few of yours prior to you becoming his darling. They smell like you. So delicious, so sweet, so intoxicating that it sends him over the edge quickly.

When you're ready for him, or at least needy to the point where you absolutely have to have your insides stuffed with his cock, he's on you faster than you can let out a little squeal of surprise.

Vash is very gentle with you, or at least tries to be. He's holding back so much that it's agonizing, but he does it for you. Your discomfort isn't what he aims for with this. Though when you tell him to just hurry up and fuck you senseless, well, how can he refuse to say no to that?

You know this is all wrong, but it feels oh so right with Vash for some reason. As though you really were made for him, to be his darling as he claims you to be.

He doesn't leave marks unless you want him to, and even then, they're only hickeys or red spots from little love bites of his. He's full of euphoria throughout the entire thing, your name leaving his lips in moans that are squished between little whines.

When he cums, he cums hard and he holds you flush against him, inhaling your scent. You make his head spin in such a good way. A way he can't get enough of.

Knives

He's not as patient as his brother, but still, there's an inkling of hesitation with such an act. He wants you, to taste you, to see you stuffed with his cock, to breed you, yet he doesn't want you to be so stiff towards him. As if you don't want him, because he knows that you do.

It isn't until you cry that something changes inside of him, something that he likes. It isn't long after that he's balls deep inside, with you both crying in pleasure and fear. He's kissing the tears away to try and soothe you, but he knows it doesn't work. He's not ashamed of this, of what he's doing. He knows you'll learn to love it eventually and, if need be, he can make you.

Knives is rough to an extent. As said before, he knows his own strength and he knows he could easily break you apart if he wanted to. Perhaps that's what excites him the most? He knows he could end you right here and now. He knows he has the power to strip your life away, yet he doesn't.

The sex is wrong, and you know the pleasure your body is feeling is wrong, yet it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? You can fight it all you want, but even you know that you'll eventually grow to love it, to love him.

He leaves all sorts of marks on your body. Hickeys, light bruises, just marks that let others that follow him know just who you belong to. He also has no issues showing them, but he really doesn't want anyone but him to see you in such a state as this. It's for his eyes and his eyes only, and he'd quite literally kill anyone that dared to peek.

When he cums, it's hard and quick, your name ripping from his throat with a groan as he makes no motion to remove himself from you. Oh no, did you think this was it? Darling, please, he's got the entire evening planned out for you.

[tenabrye]

Could I have some headcanons Vash, with a sassy/feisty s/o please? Maybe one that is good at fighting and can hold their own, but also is sensitive as well?

Thank you much!

Vash finds your sensitivity attractive. Who wouldn't? He's sensitive himself, so perhaps he finds solace knowing and being around someone that shares such a thing with him. He likes that he can be sensitive with you and you the same with him. He really doesn't like it if people comment rudely about your sensitivity and isn't afraid to confront them about it, politely that is.

Only he doesn't get to because you beat him to it with a sassy remark, and he can't help but smile. Your sass is something he liked from the start, with you having smarted off to him in such a way that he couldn't help but laugh at. He knew from that point that you both would get along quite nicely. He snorts when you sass off to Wolfwood, causing smart remarks to be tossed back and forth until one of you backs down. It's never you, by the way.

The only time he finds your sass questionable are the situations in which gangs or bounty hunters capture you to get to him. He worries about you sassing off to the wrong one and them harming you, but he really shouldn't worry about that when he knows how well you can take care of yourself.

He's never been so amazed in his life than the first time he saw you kick the ass of a group of bounty hunters by yourself. Vash just stood there, mouth slightly agape as he looked over the unconscious bodies lying on the ground. All you did was smile at him and walk by.

He's honestly relived that you can fight and take care of yourself, although he won't stop worrying about you. Still, it's always nice having an extra pair of hands around to kick ass and an extra pair of eyes to watch his back when he needs it.

Your feisty nature fits well with him, and he enjoys watching the way it conflicts with Wolfwood at times. He treats it as his personal show, knowing full and well neither of you mean any harm with your words or actions. You really do make things fun in the group.

[tenabrye]

Could i ask for 2 sets of knives headcanons?

1st, his reaction to the reader being able to play the piano, fairly well if not really well!

2nd, personality in a partner? Or for him (cuz ya know humans are gross and stuff) what would make him feel those “human feelings” for someone? What would they be like and act like in order for him to feel that way?

If you dont feel comfortable writing this thats okie dokie! Thank you in advance if you do 🫶🏻

Even though they're two different sets, I still put them on one post. I hope that's alright. :)

Playing the Piano

His initial reaction when happening upon you playing the piano is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He's well aware that it's a talent capable of learning, yet he never thought you would know how. He would applaud you for surprising him with this, as it would be a first with a human, yet he decides not to and enjoys watching you play from the sidelines. Preferably out of sight or even in the shadows.

Knives doesn't approach you about this newfound knowledge of your talent right away, which happens to be his favorite way to pass time or do when alone. It does have him wonder about the reason as to why you hid such a thing from him. It's not like he cared about what his underlings did in their free time, however, he felt it was different with you. Everything was different when you were involved.

He hates that his mind is so clouded with the need to know, but more so because he's grown attached to you. Playing the piano was just another reason added to the imaginary list locked inside his brain. When approached by him inquiring about the little tune he heard from a piano the other day, you swore you saw the faintest little smirk on his lips as he requested demanded for you to play it again.

You slide into the spot at the piano and begin to play, your fingers moving across the keys in an all too familiar motion that produce the soft melody Knives inadvertently hums to.

When he slides into the spot beside you, you can't help but give him a quizzical look, being careful not to mess up your piano playing as you continue to stare at him. He pays no mind as his hands move to match the motion of yours, mimicking the melody alongside you. It's strange for him to show so much interest in someone, let alone a human, but you won't comment on it, and neither would he. For now.

After this, you notice how he's always around every time you play the piano. Oftentimes joining you and, when not, he's off to the side, watching you play. Sometimes he'll close his eyes and hum along with the music, too. This soon becomes a thing between the two of you.

Knives will also bring up various other pieces to play, as if hinting towards another session together. He will also take it upon himself to teach you new pieces as well, his hands atop yours and guiding them to the correct keys. Neither of you can deny how close such a simple activity brings the two of you together.

Personality in a Partner

He may try and deny his feelings for as long as he wants to, but even that blows up in his face in the end. For him to like someone in such a way, let alone a human being, they will have to pique his interest and pique it very, very well. He is the type that simply has someone at his side because they are of use to him, as is such for those that follow him, yet things seem to be different when he starts to feel strange. It will take a bit of time for him to come to terms with his feelings, slowly understand each little reasoning behind the way he feels for that person.

That being said, patience would definitely be something his partner would have to have. Or at least be a preference. He's in uncharted territory with his feelings, and so a partner that can understand that and be patient with him would really just put him at ease through it all. He also isn't vocal about a lot of things, especially his feelings right now, but to have a partner that is will actually be a relief. One to let him know that they can both give him space yet also be there if he wishes them to be.

Not to be taken in the spicy sense, but Knives is dominant through and through. His partner doesn't have to be the opposite entirely, but he just sees himself as the more dominant between the two. He has the means to protect not only himself but also his partner, so he would prefer someone that wouldn't mind such a thing. If they're incredibly headstrong in the sense that they can protect themselves, well, he just finds that endearing.

He's not as sympathetic or empathetic as his twin, if at all, however, having a partner can change that with him. Not fully, but the slightest would do. He doesn't understand human matters and often doubts he would, but for them, he may lend an ear to listen to their troubles. Perhaps even suggest that he take care of it himself. Don't let him, or do, he'd probably just do it regardless. If they show any empathy or even sympathy for him in certain situations, he may feel strange about it. More so when he realizes such care for him is real and not fake, but he won't ever say how welcoming and even comforting it feels to him.

Morals are indifferent to him. Very few things would matter to him--plants, his brother, and most likely his partner--so everything else could quite literally burn and he wouldn't bat an eye at it. If his partner has morals, well, he probably wouldn't mind. He knows humans all think and hold certain values that differentiate with each singular one. It would certainly aggravate him when he realizes such morals and values rub off on him, though he wouldn't mind in the end.

Knives isn't a very energetic man and prefers silence most of the time, so a partner that enjoys the same would be delightful. They don't have to sit in silence and do nothing. They could be reading or even doing something of interest. He also doesn't mind a bit of small talk here and there about simple things. It really throws him off when such talk is How was your day or How are you feeling today, but he answers it nonetheless with a one-word response.

He tends to like those with curiosity, or those that show interest in something he does or an idea he may have. Some topics can be touchy, such as when he first began playing the piano, or what his favorite book is, as it delves into his past that involves Rem and his twin. That's not to say he won't decline to answer, but it may be just that and nothing more.

Overall, he would like someone different than him. Someone that does things differently and has interests that don't align with his own. Someone that could pique his interest and perhaps even break down a few of his walls. Someone he can definitely learn a lot from, in a good way. However, be advised that he can be possessive, but surely his partner wouldn't mind, right?

[tenabrye]

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

Thank you for feeding the fandom✨

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

warning(s): murder, death, and guilt

Vash

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wolfwood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tenabrye]

I love the idea of inexperienced Vash who isnt ready to go all the way but cant keep his body from moving on its own when hes getting frisky with his s/o.

Could we get some grinding / dry humping headcanons for sweet desperate, whining, Vash? Not full nsfw but pretty damn close?

If not thats totally cool! We love babygirl Vash! Love youre writing too! Thank you!

I absolutely love this little idea, anon. ;)

The closest thing he can relate the feeling to is the heat of both of the planet's suns. It's intense, almost driving him over the edge and into unfamiliar territory when getting frisky with you, only for his senses to return and him to stop. He's a little breathless, slightly panting and you can clearly see the way his cheeks are flushed with color.

Neither of you had gone further than a heated make out, nor would you ever push to go further without one another's consent and readiness. Being so close with someone like this was a first for Vash, you knew that. It was why you never made him feel pressured into continuing when he wasn't ready.

You always tell him that everything is alright, and he shouldn't feel any sort of pressure to further things with you. That things will happen when the time is right, and when you both are fully ready for it. As much as he feels better about it, he can't help the gnawing feeling inside of him. The heat from the passionate kissing prior still swirling within his body.

He's vocal about the feeling within, but it doesn't catch you by surprise. Such things are bound to happen when doing stuff with the one you love. Vash is surprised when you offer to assist him, claiming that there are still certain things that can be done with each other's clothes still on.

His pretty blues are half-lidded as he watches you sit in his lap, practically grinding your rear across his clothed erection, the sensation causing a small groan to rumble from his throat. His hands are attached to your hips, fingers slightly digging into you as you continue grinding your lower half against him.

You're doing it slowly, savoring the expression on his face and the noises falling from his lips. It's new territory, one you're both eagerly willing to explore and enjoy. But you're going too slow for his tastes, and he can't help but let out what you can only describe as a whine.

It certainly catches you off-guard, but you continue grinding on him. You hear the noise again, followed by a slight beg for you to increase the pace. With your hands having been on his shoulders the duration of this, you can't help but squeeze them gently as your lower half picks up the pace.

With the friction increased, Vash lets out a small moan, one different than the countless others you've heard when making out with him. This one sounded soft, submissive, as if it was another attempt at begging.

His neediness was astounding, having never experience such a side from him before. You certainly would remember this for later. For now, you went back to staring at the lovely man whose lap you were grinding in, his head now hung back a little with his eyes still half-lidded.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance, savoring it for a moment longer before you ceased moving. The friction suddenly vanished, and you heard him let out yet another whine, to which you responded with a shake of your head, telling him this can be finished at a later date.

[tenabrye]

Could i get headcannons for vash with a reader who has ADHD please? Gets distracted often, but also hyper focuses on stuff, cant sit still, and super energetic, and a ray of sunshine?

Thank you very much 🙏🏻

I hope you enjoyed these. :D

Vash takes a while to realize you have ADHD. He thinks the symptoms are merely just how you are. He is the absolute last being to treat you any differently because of it. If someone pokes fun at you for it and makes you uncomfortable or feel any sort of way, he will kindly ask that they refrain from doing so.

If you get distracted, he gets distracted alongside you. Doesn't matter what it is. If it's caught your attention, then his will soon follow. He can see how often it occurs with you, but he only smiles as he watches your interest in whatever it is that has your attention at the moment.

He finds it adorable when you get hyper focused on something. Could be something you've read, saw, or dreamt about and he will sit there and listen to you all day and night with a smile on his face. He likes hearing about anything and everything you get hyper focused on.

If it's an action that either you or he did, which is mostly a feat that has occurred when fleeing from bounty hunters and the like, he will actually match your energy about it, especially if it's something you did.

Vash never has an issue with your inability to sit still at times, which is why he always suggests either taking a walk around town when you stay for a few days or exploring around the campsite when having to sleep in the desert or the vehicle. Will also play games that are considered childish with you to help with not being able to sit still. Hide-n-seek, tag--his absolute favorite and he lets you win almost always--and drawing in the sand.

He loves how energetic you are and can easily match it. Vash loves it when you get energetic like this, because he figures that means more can be done. Running, walking, exploring, or even chores if you're up for that. You're just his precious ray of sunshine and he just loves being in your company because of it.

[tenabrye]

Cute and simple “love at first sight” headcanons for vash and knives please?

Thank you! I love your writing and i hope you are doing ok!

Vash

He is the type to see someone and go, "That one right there is for me". Once it's been decided, nothing can change his mind. He just can't see himself loving anyone but that person, no matter how hard he may try.

Now Vash knows what he is and how he can't age, but he doesn't let that stop him when he sees you for the first time. He feels as though time has stopped around him as he watches you, eyes wide and bright as his lips form a small O shape. When you met his eyes and smiled at him, he felt his heart flutter.

He then snapped out of his trancelike state and mimicked your smile, soon heading over and wasting no time with introductions. He had to know everything about the person that interested him so much. That caught his heart the second he laid eyes on them.

Vash has always heard people talk about their love at first sight stories, not really thinking much of them until now. Was this what it was? To be so captivated by someone like this? To want to know everything about a complete stranger? To want you and only you?

The conversation between the two of you flowed with ease, as though everything felt just right between you both. He liked this feeling you gave him, even though you were nothing more than a stranger.

Vash had never met someone like you before, having enjoyed the conversation that went on for what seemed like hours since it was now dark. He offered to walk you home, asking if you'd like to spend tomorrow with him. He grinned when you said yes.

Knives

His love at first sight is a little more possessive than his twin's, perhaps a lot more. At first, he won't realize the feeling he has when you're in his sights, and as unfamiliar as it is, he knows that it's nothing bad or dangerous to him. In fact, he slowly grows to like it.

This feeling is what causes him to want to know everything about you while not directly asking you. Instead, he'll act as a secret admirer, and he is heavy on the secret part. You may feel as though someone is watching or following you, however, you never see or hear anyone, so you think nothing of it.

Knives is methodical with his planning, having everything down to the last detail, He leaves small trinkets and things you may have had your eyes on at your doorstep or where you can easily find them, and he's always around when you find them. A strange fluttering sensation occurs in his chest every time he sees you smile happily at the items.

He was ready when the time came to meet in person. He did wonder what you would think of him, though. Was he who you imagined was behind the gift giving? The one that would leave those little letters on your doorstep. He knew everything about you at this point, yet you knew nothing about him.

Finally meeting face to face and having quite the conversation, he realized why you had piqued his interest so much. He believed it to be childish at the whole love at first sight thing, yet this moment proved otherwise. He enjoyed the time with you, slowly craving more of it.

He would ask if you would enjoy an evening with him tomorrow night, his eyes relishing in the way you smile and agree to his offer. Knives always thought that only fools experienced love at first sight and, if so, then maybe he, too, would be considered one of those fools. A lovestruck fool.

[tenabrye]

Hi there! Im newer to the trigun family and i saw you were taking requests! I love vash (the sweet boi) and knives (could be a sweet boi) but there isnt much for him!

I was wondering if i could have headcanons for vash and knives with a reader with curly hair? I always see characters with straighter hair and i always feel a little left out

Thank you so much! I like your writing so far and appreciate what you post for us! Have a good day!

Vash

Absolutely adores your curly hair. Likes to bounce the curls on his fingers when you're not looking, only to turn his head when you turn around and catch him. Will try and play it off as the wind messing with your hair and not him, however, you know better with that little smile of his that he fails to hide. He also likes to tuck the curls behind your ears whenever they fall in front of your face.

You catch him staring at you more when traversing the desert, but he can't help it. The way your hair catches the rays of the sun and highlights your features in a way that's so perfect to him, he really has a hard time not staring.

Vash can get bad cases of bedhead sometimes, however, he thinks you have him beat on some mornings. He finds it satisfying to watch you brush your hair out, taming all of that fuzziness into the beautiful curls he loves so much. He'd love to brush your hair, if you let him, and he's incredibly gentle while doing it.

Likes to watch you style your hair, if you do. It really amazes him how easy it is for you to tame your curls in such a way that allows you to change styles. He really likes it when it's braided and will often take a finger or two and gently drag them down the braid, marveling in the texture.

Will try and mimic the styles you do so that he can do them for you, especially on days where you're too tired or don't feel like styling your hair.

When cuddling, you'll often feel his fingers lightly playing with your curls. The sensation is relaxing, and it often puts you to sleep. Sometimes playing with them will also put him to sleep, too.

Knives

He won't say it, but he finds your curls amusing. The way you huff when the wind picks up and blows them into your face as you try to tame them is humorous to him. Not that he'd show it, but you've swore you caught him with a little smile on his face at times, or even huff in amusement at the situation.

It's especially amusing to him when you wake up with such bad bedhead. He'll watch you struggle a little when brushing your hair, his lips curling into a faint smile as you groan and huff in annoyance. Knives will watch you until you give up, finally opting to assist you, claiming that he grew tired of watching you struggle so much with something so easy. How wrong he is when he tries brushing it out, and you can't help but notice how gentle he is.

Only messes with your hair when you're asleep. He doesn't want to be caught playing with your pretty locks, and it's because he doesn't have an excuse that's good enough for the situation. That being said, he's very careful when running a hand through your curls, careful as to not wake you.

Likes to watch you when/if you style your hair. There's just something about the way your curls are transformed into something else that intrigues him. Or perhaps it's the fact that you look so good in the style you choose?

Likes it when you wear accessories in your hair. Sometimes you ask for his opinion and he always claims you look better with floral accessories in your hair. Will also put a flower in your hair without you looking. He's not used to doing that, but something about having a plant in your hair just feels right with him.

Knives isn't very good with styling hair. He'd much rather play with it, however, if you rub him the right way and sprinkle in a bit of begging, he can be convinced. Just don't blame him if he messes up, and the slightest snicker form you will earn a drawn-out huff followed by him telling you to do it yourself.

[tenabrye]

First kiss and general kiss headcanons for Vash and Knives? If you wanna add Nick too you can, but i know you said 2 per request so its up to you! Wanna respect the ask box and rules!

Thank you friend! I hope youre well!

I hope you don't mind, but I made some of the kisses have a little bit of an nsfw piece to them.

Sorry if Knives' part seems OOC.

(Included Wolfwood because I love him too much to leave him out)

Vash

The first kiss was rather adorable. Looking up at the stars above and admiring the beautiful night sky, you were unaware of Vash watching you, admiring you. Then, when you turn around and see his smiling face, you both lean in and share your first kiss. The moment was magical, and it felt just right. All of those pent-up feelings for one another simply came bursting out.

He's a sucker for all types of kisses. Quick, little pecks to the cheeks or lips, or long and drawn-out kisses that usually end up in a brief session of making out. He does, however, have favorite places to kiss you. His kisses are usually quick, and he honestly doesn't mind PDA, however, if you're uncomfortable then he will cease immediately.

Your head or cheeks are his go to when in a hurry for something and he can't give a proper kiss. He will also kiss your head when cuddling or when he's in a soft mood, which is all the time.

Your lips are like a recharging station for him, which is why he loves kissing them after a long day, or if he's in a spicy mood. Those types of kisses are usually followed by a bit of lip nibbling.

Your thighs. It doesn't matter if it's the inner or outer part of them, they're soft and plush and he could kiss them all day if you'd let him, however, doing so will definitely rile him up a bit. Be prepared for that.

Your stomach. Loves trailing kisses up or down it because it makes you laugh due to how ticklish it is, and he loves it. This also gets him riled up, but only if you're in the mood for it. Otherwise, it's just kisses.

Knives

The first kiss was a very unexpected one. He allowed you to sit beside him as his brother used to whenever he played the piano. You listened to the lovely tune the keys produced as his fingers gently danced across them. He wasn't sure what got into him during this moment, but the gnawing desire to kiss you had been annoying him lately. You didn't expect him to kiss you when you looked up at him to compliment his piano skills, but you never complained. You're also the only human he likes in such a way, which is why the thoughts of kissing you plagued his mind for so long.

He's not the type for PDA a majority of the time, so most kisses have to refrain until the two of you are truly alone. He doesn't like an audience watching without his permission. His kisses are always sensual and slow, wanting to relish in the moment for as long as possible. Sometimes they can be a bit hungry as well, but that solely depends on the mood he's in.

The backs of your hands are a place he often kisses, and it's the one that causes the least amount of staring. Sometimes he'll prolong the kiss, being slow with it. If in a certain mood, he will even trail the kisses up your arm.

Your neck is another place he enjoys kissing. He likes the way you shudder under the touch of his lips when they press themselves to your neck, kissing that sweet spot that makes you moan. The noises you make are music to his ears and, as such, this always leads to something spicier.

It may come to a surprise when you learn he enjoys kissing your ankles, but it's not entirely what you think. He has no real interest in feet, however, when he has your legs hanging over his shoulders as he fucks you, he can't help but kiss the body part nearest to him, and he chose your ankles for that.

Your back is a very sensual spot for him to kiss. This typically happens after a spicy session, when the both of you are unwinding and enjoying each other's presence. He will make sure that you're asleep first before he softly kisses your back. The fact that you can be this vulnerable with him tugs strings he never knew his heart had, and he slowly learns to enjoy it.

Wolfwood

The first kiss with him was something he planned for, or at least tried to. Trying to find the right moment and mood to kiss you had been difficult, until one day where you just suddenly grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together. Turns out he wasn't the only one planning on a kiss.

He gives no fucks when it comes to PDA, however, he will stop if it makes you uncomfortable. If you also give no fucks, hey, it all works out just fine then. His kisses are shameful, but oh so sweet and tender. He'll kiss you to annoy onlookers and make them either look elsewhere or walk away. He also makes a habit to kiss you at every opportunity he has. Before bed, after breakfast, after waking up, and especially if he saves you from disaster.

Your lips are the obvious place for him to kiss. His favorite thing to do is kiss you when you least expect it, or he'll catch your attention and then go in for a kiss. You're always left in a somewhat surprised state, but the smile on your lips is very telling for him.

Your neck is probably his second favorite spot to kiss. You make a lot of little noises when he does, especially when he sneaks a kiss to the side of it. Sometimes you moan, and oh boy, does that rile him up.

Your shoulders are another spot he likes to kiss. They have to be exposed, though, so this type of kiss is typically for either during a spicy session or after. He'll hold you close to him, your back flush against his chest when you suddenly feel his lips leaving kisses on your shoulder.

Your forehead is a tender place for him to kiss and is always during his softer moods. You could also just be sleeping and has the urge to just place a little kiss to your forehead. He can't help that it's such a sweet spot to kiss.

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Baby Blues

Wolfwood x Fem!Reader (Stampede Version) ft. Vash

Requested by: @sweetchildcloud

Warning(s): Childbirth scene, post-birth fever, death, angst

Your grip on Nicholas' hand tightened, causing him to wince a little at the pain, but he endured it for your sake. His eyes scanned over your body, small droplets of sweat having coated your face, neck, and hands as you breathed hard through your nose and mouth, switching between the two often. A frustrated groan ripped from your throat as your body tensed, your lower half doing its best to push out this child of yours. When you ceased, you leaned your head back against the pillow and closed your eyes.

"You're doing great, (Y/n)," you heard Vash say. He had been assisting with the birth, much to the dislike of Nicholas. The undertaker would have preferred to be in a town with a doctor, however, things never go according to any plan of his and your little one arrived sooner than he thought. "Just keep pushing."

You raised your head up a little to make eye contact with the blond. "I'm trying," you told him, your breathing heavy as you struggled to sit yourself up a little more. Wolfwood moved along with you, helping you ease yourself up into a more comfortable position to continue pushing. You glanced at him and frowned. "You did this to me."

"It takes two to tango, sweetie," he said, lips curling into a slight smirk as you rolled your eyes at him. The smirk was then quickly replaced with a frown as your grip on his hand tightened even more as you let out another pained groan, eyes closing as you struggled to push once more. "Don't worry," he reassured, "just a little more and it'll be over."

You stopped pushing, allowing your body to relax a little before the next time you would have to repeat it. It was difficult and you knew it was straining your body doing this. The pain didn't make it any better, either, but it seemed to have dissipated a little with each push you gave. A shaky sigh slipped out as you hung your head, trying to relax for a second before hearing Vash asking for you to push once again.

"I can't," you said, voice soft and shaky, "I just can't."

Wolfwood exchanged a look with Vash before the pair turned their attention to you. "Just one more," Vash said, "one more big push and you'll be done." You looked at him, the frown on your face causing him to mimic it. "One more time and it'll all be over. I promise."

"You can do it," Nicholas whispered to you. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as he softly smiled at you.

You gave him a small nod, your lips mimicking the smile on his face as you prepared yourself for one last push. The pain of doing so was excruciating, and you couldn't help but let a scream rip itself from your throat as you pushed with all of your might for the final time. The soft crying of your child echoed in the room, causing you to smile as you laid back in the bed and relaxed your body, but something felt wrong.

Vash could be heard cooing at the infant as he held the child in his arms. "It's a little girl," he smiled, causing Nicholas to grin.

"You hear that, (Y/n), it's a--" He froze when he turned to look at you, his eyes widening at how pale you looked. Your skin no longer the vibrant tone it was before. Fear washed over him, and he panicked. "Oi, oi," he said, getting the blond's attention, "she's not looking too good."

Vash's eyes immediately took in your current state, and he frowned. "Check her forehead."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft hum as you felt Nicholas place the back of his hand up against your forehead. It felt so nice and warm compared to how cold your body now felt. "You're so warm," you mumbled out, causing him to worry even more.

"She's burning up. What do we do?" The dark-haired man held a sad look on his face as he made eye contact with the blond. Vash then spoke up, instructing him on find a cloth and dampening it to place on your forehead, however, that seemed to be all that they could do. "Is there nothing else we can do?" Desperation was hinted in his tone, and Vash shook his head, frowning.

"We don't have a doctor."

Wolfwood's jaw clenched, and he hung his head for a moment before glancing back at your resting form. You looked worse than before, skin a lighter tone than it was prior, having now been coated with even more sweat as the fever slowly wrecked your body. "She doesn't look like she's getting any better. She looks--"

"She is," Vash said, cutting off Wolfwood. The man widened his eyes and turned to look at the blond, watching as he stared down at his daughter with a sorrow-filled look. "I'm sorry."

Nicholas' shoulders dropped as his brain tried to process it all, body shaking lightly. His attention went back to you, taking note of how you now had your eyes open and were staring at him with a sweet smile on your face. "Nicholas," you called out to him, and he came to your side, "can I see the baby?"

He stepped aside as Vash brought the infant to you, gently placing her into your arms before stepping back and allowing Wolfwood to be closer to you. "What do you want to name her?"

You smiled as you looked from the infant and to the undertaker beside you. "Clover."

Nicholas swallowed hard as he nodded. "It's a pretty name for her," he said.

You hummed a reply before your attention went back to your newly born daughter. "Clover," you let out a small sigh before pressing a kiss to her head, "I want you to be a good girl for daddy."

Wolfwood's body froze as he now looked down. He couldn't look at you right now, for if he did, he would break. He tensed when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Nicholas then looked up and met the soft expression on Vash's face. "You stay with her," he said. The blond slowly exited the room after receiving a nod from his friend, leaving him with his family.

"I'm sorry," you heard Wolfwood say.

"For what?"

"This," he said, gesturing to your condition.

You let out a small, slightly strained chuckle, coughing lightly as you shook your head. "It's okay, Nicholas. Sometimes life doesn't go as planned, but know that I love you...okay?" He gave you a small nod and clenched his jaw once more as you coughed a little more before relaxing. "I know you'll take good care of her. You and Vash will keep her safe for me."

His hand held yours as he stared at you, now frowning. He closed his eyes, and you could see them. The little tears that rolled down his cheeks and dropping onto the bed. You closed your eyes and laid your head back. You let out a small breath, feeling yourself slowly succumbing to this sudden sickness. You could feel your strength fading away, which was why Wolfwood took the infant out of your arms and held her in his own. It wouldn't be long now, but you would simply lay here and enjoy the peace with your little family.

Vash held Clover in his arms as he watched Wolfwood crouch down beside the grave, saying a few words to honor you before placing a small cross down upon it. The infant made a small noise, causing her father to stand to his feet and turn towards her and the blond. "Is she okay?" He asked.

Vash smiled softly and gave a small nod before glancing down at the child. "She is," he replied, "are you?"

Wolfwood didn't respond, which gave Vash his answer. He then pulled out his carton of cigarettes, flipping them open and bringing it to his lips to pull one out, only to cease when he heard his daughter make another noise. With a chuckle, he flipped the lid, closing the carton and sticking them into his pocket. "Let's go, Needle-Noggin. Need to make it to town for supplies."

The man chuckled at his nickname and nodded. "You think she'll be fine with us? We do get into trouble."

Nicholas stared at Vash before glancing down to the now asleep infant in his arms. "With us watching over her, she'll be the safest baby on this planet."

He would abide by what you said. He would keep your daughter safe, even if it killed him. She would grow up knowing you, hearing the many stories Vash would tell her about you, and how Wolfwood would interject at the outlandish parts. She would know the kind of person you were, and how he could never love anyone as much as he did you.