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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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I really enjoy how you write Knives and Vash. I enjoyed the one with the sick reader so much.

If by chance could you do something with reader who has bad anxiety and panic attacks?

Maybe for Knives the reader is already feeling down because they are not allowed outside (sorta like seasonal depression I guess) and they feel of no use to him.

For Vash maybe something about how he says he wishes the reader wouldn't follow him and the group to Wolfwood or one of the others and they over hear him. He just wants them safe of course. They feel useless even though they have been able to keep safe so far. Feeling unwanted sends them into a panic.

Lately I have been pretty down and my anxiety about the smallest things have sent me into a panic.

Much love <3

I'm really glad that you've enjoyed my work so far and I hope you feel better soon. For now let me do some comfort and fluff. I'm in the mood right now. Also I've noticed that I sometimes accidentally write in first person so if I switch up on you guys I'm sorry Lmao.

Miscommunication and Self doubt --- Vash & Knives

SUMMARY: It doesn't take a lot to make someone feel worthless, maybe people should pay more attention to what they do.

Millions Knives

Artificial light, the only light that fills every room I've been in for the past four months. When was the last time I felt the suns on my skin, I had a fresh breath of air? God I have no clue. Ever since Knives took me in I've been stuck inside this tower with no hope of ever seeing the outside again. Just to make matters worse I get to watch everyone else do something useful while I sit and hope for a day that will never come. It fills my heart with dread every time I think about it.

I have no special duty, I don't run errands, I don't do chores. I sit and I act as a wall piece all day everyday. I stand by Knives side, accompanying him wherever he wants me too. Watching him play his piano, I feel particularly let down today.

Between the solemn notes and my aching heart, I don't know which was the straw that broke the Camels back, but I fell to my knees. Tears slid down my face and ragged breaths left my mouth, I sobbed, covering my eyes with my hands. Suddenly the melodious tune stopped making its way into my head and someone grabbed my shoulders.

"Petal?" Knives shook me with worry, he's checking me over for the source of my crying, but no injury is visible. "What's wrong?" He pulls my hands away from my face and cups my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. "Speak to me." His hands are gentle as ever, it's almost hard to believe that he's actually touching me.

"What's my point?" I choke out. "What's the point of me being here when I do nothing for you?" I pull away from his touch, another wretched sob falling from my lips. His face softens as his hands fall back to his sides. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

Through my teary eyes I can see his blades slithering out from behind him, coming right for me. My heart sinks and I feel sick, he was actually taking my advice. This wasn't really the way I wanted it to happen but it was death, the sweet release. Closing my eyes, I patiently wait to feel him cut through me, to tear me apart and never wake me up again. Instead, I feel the blades carefully wrap around my back, pushing me forward.

Opening my eyes, Knives grabs my shoulders once within reach and pulls me against him in a hug. His blades slip off my back but stay close, I can't tell if he's actually debating on killing me or if he's just trying to keep me in place. Against him, I sob. It's hysterical at this point, I'm so lost. He has no reason to keep me here so why am I still here?

"Why?" I have no special purpose for him. "Why am I here?"

One of his hands rubs my back while the other holds the back on my head close to him, he's holding me so gently. I feel like he's scared of hurting me, but why? I serve no purpose to him. Even still, he lets me cry into his shoulder, and even rubs my back in an attempt to comfort me. It's almost like he really does care.

"You're here because I want you to be. I enjoy your company and... You're very interesting to me." He pulls away. "but I don't understand what makes you think I'd kill you. I clearly have a reason not to."

He moves his thumb to swipe away my tears. "I'm sorry it's just... I've been stuck in here for so long I feel like I'm losing my mind. I can't... I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. I don't even do anything, I want to do something. I don't want to feel useless."

He leans closer. "I can assure you that you are not useless, you offer me entertainment, company, knowledge, and more. My want is for you to be comfortable, if you are not, I have failed. If you wish to leave I will escort you out?" His offer is kind, I'm taken aback by it. Seeing the way he usually treats things, this was not at all what I expected.

I shake my head. "I do want to leave but not like that! I just want to go outside..." I lift my hand to wipe the wetness from my eyes. "I don't wish to burden you, Knives."

He sighs. "Yet again, you're not a burden." Letting me go completely, his blades retract and he stands. "Come with me." He extends a hand to me. "I shall take you outside."

Taking a deep breath I grab his hand and pull myself up. "Thank you." He doesn't say anything in return, quietly leading me towards his room. Walking through the door I'm greeted by a large bed, I was sure he had never used it. It was untouched, sheets laid without a single wrinkle at all. It was like he'd never even touched it. He pulled me forward towards the large sheath of curtains, brushing them to the side. Bright sunlight fills the room and he pulls open a sliding door, turning to the side he gently tugs me forward. I can already feel the breeze hitting my skin before I ever step out. It feels reliving to feel the wind blowing in my face again.

Stepping out onto the small balcony, I press my hands against the rail and close my eyes. Behind me I can hear the door shut and Knives approaching. The air smells clean and the sun is purifying. I could relish in this moment forever, it makes it even harder to believe I'll have to go back in, I don't want too. I'd rather stay out here where I can feel myself at peace with the world, where the wind blows all my worries away.

"Feel better?" I open my eyes to see Knives leaned on the balcony rail beside me, resting his face in his hand. The corners of his lipa twitch up into a ghostly smile, almost non-existent.

"Much." I adjust my gaze to the city below. "Good. I'll be sure to accommodate you more often. I had never thought to ask how you were doing or what you might have needed."

I take a deep breath. "Thank you, Knives."

He stands up straight. "It's good to see you smile again." At the mention I could suddenly feel the smile on my lips, I hadn't noticed it before. "That's what you'll do for me..."

I look at him confused. "If you want to feel of use to me, smile more. It looks good on you."

Vash

"I'm going to sleep. Good night." You waved everyone goodbye before you claimed into your tent. The outside was illuminated by the flickering fire, Meryl and Roberto had already gone to sleep. It was only Vash and Wolfwood left after you. For a long time it was quiet, sleep was beginning to creep in and you were comfortable. That's when you Heard it.

"Why did they have to stick around?" Vash pokes at the fire with a stick. Wolfwood looks up at him in wonder "Huh? You mean Y/n?"

"Yeah... I just wish they wouldn't stick around." You don't get to hear him finish the sentence, you cover your ears and dig your face into the pillow. Something in your chest aches deeply, the thought of leaving the group after becoming so close to everyone hurts. To think the best out of all of them wanted you gone hurt the most, you didn't do anything to make him hate you. Was it that you didn't contribute? Everyone played their part but you... You were just there.

You don't do anything but cook and help set up camp for the night, it's not much at all compared to what everyone else does. Meryl's got a job with Roberto, Wolfwood is trying to keep you all from dying, and Vash.... He was looking for his brother, trying to save the world. That's more than you could ever do for the group, you bring them down. You get in the way of everyone's objectives, you don't contribute, what's worse than dead weight?

When you uncovered your ears, it was eerily quiet outside, the fire wasn't crackling anymore and Vash and Wolfwood had grown quiet. Heart heavy in your chest, you moved your blanket off of you and climbed to the entrance of your tent. Peeling it back you stick your head outside, the fire is almost out, Vash and the others are nowhere to be seen. You assume they've gone to sleep. Crawling out, you wrap your blanket around your shoulders and walk over to the truck.

The wind nips at your exposed skin as you reach up and grab your bag from the top, it slips from your hands and falls heavily on your foot. Your mouth shoots open to call out in pain but you hiss through clenched teeth instead. After hopping about, you pick the bag up and sling it over your shoulder, stopping to look and back sure you haven't woken anyone up. The silence gives you an answer, you pad back to your tent, quickly undoing it to pack it away in your bag. It fits snugly with all your other items as you tie it back. With everything ready, you tie the blanket securely around you as a coat and begin to walk away from the camp site.

The air is cold and lonely as you venture into the desolate night, from afar strange creatures call out, sending chills through your body. While running with the group, you fared well, managing to keep out of trouble. Alone, you weren't sure you were going to make it. Looking back at the tents, you realize they're much smaller than before. It would be pointless to turn back now, it hurts to leave like this but if Vash didn't want you there you were willing to leave. Albeit bringing you to tears in the process.

For the next day into the night, you traveled alone, not a soul in sight. The heat from the suns has just worn off and the cool nights air breezes past. You haven't stopped since you started, your legs burn with intensity, and your eyes threaten to close. It would be unwise to camp in the middle of the dunes, you searched for a rock face to settle down against but there were none in sight. You realize now that your choice to leave so suddenly without thinking it through wasn't a good idea, you couldn't go back now, they'd certainly have moved on by now. You'd just have to get by until the next town.

Suddenly, from behind you begin to hear shouting. It sounds like your name from somewhere out in the distance, certainly you had to be going crazy. Then it came again, closer this time. You turn to see what's calling out for you, running up on a Thomas, Is Vash.

"Vash?" Your eyes widen in surprise as he jumps off the Thomas, throwing you into the sand, hugging you.

"I was so worried. You scared me. I followed your footsteps for two days!" He pulled back with a smile on his face. Just before he was saying he didn't want you around, now he's acting like he misses you.

"You wanted me to stop following you." His smile falls. "So I left."

His heart falls to his stomach. "What do you mean?"

You blink at him. "You said you didn't want me to follow you around anymore. I overheard when you told Wolfwood."

Vash sits up, pulling you with. "I could see why you wouldn't want me around anymore, I don't do a whole lot..." He frowns, keeping your hand in his. "That's not why I said it." He tips your head up to look at him. "I said it because I'm dangerous. If you stay around me long enough you'll get killed."

I stare at him in silence for a moment. "What bout the others?"

He nods. "Them too. But Wolfwood and Roberto know how to keep themselves alive. You and Meryl... She only has a chance because of Robertoz but you." Vash sighs. Tears start to burn your eyes as you look at him. "Me... I'm worthless." It comes out as a broken sob, one that you can't stop from escaping.

Slumping forward, your head collides with Vash's shoulder. Shaking and sputtering, you sob against him, his hands rushing to soothe your shaking body. He engulfs you in a hug, hands rubbing your back and brushing your head. "Don't say that. You do an amazing job of staying out of trouble and you're an even better addition to the team. But I'm scared you might get hurt one day." His hot breath tickles your skin as he talks. "I want to keep you safe."

White hot anger rushes over you, you raise your head. "Then do that! Don't just send me away and expect that to be even better, it's worse! If you want me to be safe then show me how to use a gun."

His eyes are wide with surprise. You've never yelled at Vash like that, it hurt seeing you so angry. "If that's what you want, I'll do it."

You nod your head. "Yes. Anything to help, please."

"Of course. Let's get back to the others though, you need to eat and get water before you pass out. Sit in front of me so you can rest for a bit too." He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. "I'm really sorry I made you feel this way." He adverts his gaze as he leads you to the Thomas. "I had no idea you could hear me, it was nothing but the best intentions, I swear."

Vash helps you climb onto the Thomas first before grabbing reigns and hoisting himself up behind you. "I know. It still hurts though."

His face softens. "It won't happen again. I swear. Just stick by my side and you'll be safe."

#millions knives x you #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #millions knives #vash imagines #vash imagine #vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Ok, so I have been so hyper fixated on trigun this year, and while I’m not seeing Trigun on your character list, but I saw you answered an ask for it, and I’m not 100% sure what your hard limits are for dark and dark adjacent content, and like trauma related headcanons/character reactions (or if this even technically counts as dark content?) so I’m gonna chance it and throw in a request for Vash and Wolfwood reacting to either finding out and/or running into the reader’s abusive ex, and just idk, how understanding they would try to be about things like trying to avoid startling them, giving the reader some time to ease into sexual and emotional intimacy, etc. and if they would get particularly protective, or even (probably more in Wolfwood’s case) vengeful about it, about it if they did run into said ex.

(if you don’t feel comfortable doing it 100% fine, I get it, and either way I appreciate all the writing you do! Also you’ve lowkey got me considering checking out some new shows, and manga like Bluelock, and you’ve got me thinking about RWBY for the first time in a while ngl)

I'm okay with mentioning darker topics but I don't go too into detail with them.

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

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, abusive ex, protectiveness, kissing, intimacy issues

A/N: Blue Lock is fucking crazy, crazy fun. And RWBY has gotten pretty dark and depressing lmao.

VASH

He's a very touchy, happy guy so he was a little surprised when you recoiled from his touch

Not a violent or even confrontational guy by any means, he'd much rather talk things out then have to point his gun at someone but... if you're scared of something, or someone he gets serious

Very slow when he approaches you from behind and always announces himself beforehand

Forehead kisses, he can never give you enough of them when he sees you feeling stressed

Not much of a cook, he can make food but its nothing fancy as far as comfort food goes

When you're shaking he places his red coat over you and bundles you up in it all warm and cozy, wrapped in his scent

Tries to remove you and himself from your ex after he finds out the story behind it, no reason you should be around them for a moment longer, they don't deserve to even look at you

If they keep bothering you he will walk up to them with a calm smile on his face

He doesn't look nearly as scary when he's smiling so they wouldn't expect him pull his gun out and press it against the side of their chin

Seeing your ex sweeting bullets while Vash smiles at you and wraps his arm around you makes your heart flutter and your eyes water

NICHOLAS

He waits for you to touch him rather then him touching you, as much as he wants to he knows what its like to have bounderies crossed

Knows he's a little scary, with that almost permeant scowl he has on his face

Its good for business but not so good when he's trying to make friends, or more in your case

He's not the kind of guy to ask many questions when he sees that someone is making you uncomfortable, or even scared

Good at reading body language, he doesn't have to ask you if there's anything wrong, he can see it by your stiff posture, your hands bunched up across your chest, flinching when the other person leans in or raises their hand

On his watch no one, no matter who they are or were to you, get to reduce you to such a state of fear and get away with it without bruises

His hands will end up bloody and bruises by the time he's done beating up your ex in the back of the bar, where they can moan in pain all they want

You feel bad about Nicholas so you to wash and bandage his hands

He won't tell you not to, he knows how much you worry about him and how much you like helping him out

But once you are done he will slowly and gently wrap his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against his body, he might be a Punisher to others but you never need to be afraid of him, to you he will be your protector

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bloodypeachblog · 1 year

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Wolfwood X F!Reader NSFW headcanons/drabble

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Ok, I'm not drooling over Nick here, but I get why others do, I can see it. If I weren't simping for Vash 24/7, sure, I'd settle with him. I could fix that attitude of his. But whatever, let's go. Don't know what this is exactly, but don't care, just enjoy. Those who wanted Nick's version, bon appetit!

• Now, this guy acts like a drunk asshole a majority of the time. He's also a shit priest. I wouldn't have him running your grandma's funeral, is all I'm saying.

• He can act cocky, sarcastic, cold, all that shit. But you can see right through that mask.

• you can tell that he was just a guy that was hurt many times as a kid and he only closed himself off and acted like an asshole because he didn't want to be hurt again. Can't blame him, honestly.

• when you joined him, he was curmudgeonly about it, but over time, you started to grow on him. But don't expect him to show it or say it.

• time goes on, he ends up catching feelings for you and in his head, he's like 'bro wtf is this sappy shit?'

• of course, he never fully showed it, but slowly, he started to be nicer to you, and only you. Little gestures, looks, and words that showed that there was more to him than the cold sarcastic prick persona.

• it wasn't until you both stayed at an inn and they only had one room with one bed available that things changed.

• it was the only place for miles and it wasn't safe to be out late at night, so you both agreed to stay.

• once it was time for bed, you suggested he sleep in the bed with you, since there was enough room for both of you.

• it takes him some convincing, but he soon agrees and climbs in with you.

• when you both ended up facing each other, he starts to blush a bit and you can see something different in his eyes.

• you ask him about it and he denies it.

• you keep pushing him and pushing him and pushing him until...

• "IT'S BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, OKAY?! NOW SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP! GODDAMMIT!!" He turns his back to you in a huff.

• You're left shell-shocked by the fast confession for a few seconds. Wait...did he just...? Oh fuck, he did.

• you then smile and think 'ok I know what to do now.'

• luckily you felt the same way for him, so you felt that the time was now.

• you lift yourself up a bit and turn his head towards you and you kiss him on the lips, nothing deep, but just a soft and gentle press.

• Now, usually, he'd push you off and go 'what the ever loving FUCK is wrong with you?!' But...something was different tonight.

• he felt...okay with it. In fact...this wasn't all that bad.

• was it because it was you kissing him? Most definitely.

• he turns his body around and pulls you close to him, returning your kiss with a deeper one.

• you wrap your arms around him as your tongue danced with his.

• Jesus, take the wheeeeeeel~

• you both lose yourselves in the kiss and forget about the rest of the shitty world.

• it's not long until he shifts so he's on top of you and starts kissing your neck.

• you softly moan and he can't. Get. ENOUGH.

• he starts to unbutton your shirt and opens it to reveal your breasts, out in the open.

• his mouth and hands immediately going towards them, sucking and licking on one of your nipples while massaging your other breast.

• you can feel your lower heat start to grow warmer the more he did all of this to you.

• not long after that, he pulls your soaked underwear down and starts to eat you out.

• Oh yeah. This man eats pussy. I mean, look at him. Of course he does.

• you try to hold in your moans as you grasp at his hair, your fingers gripping it tightly, trying to ride the pleasure he was giving you.

• you feel his tongue all on your lips, your clit, even sliding inside a bit.

• man was on a mission to make you cum on his face.

• fortunately, that mission was a success.

• he wipes his face and licks his juice-covered hand clean.

• he sits up on his knees and takes his shirt off and undoes his pants to take his huge cock out, throbbing and dripping precum already. (Ok ngl, that's hot as hell).

• he grabs your hips and pulls you in, rubbing his cock on your pussy, teasing it.

• he loves to watch you squirm and beg, so he takes his time teasing you.

• "you want it, eh? You cute little slut. Say that and maybe I'll give it."

• you say what he wants you to say, that you're his cute little slut and no one else's. That you were made to only be fucked by him. That kind of shit.

• once he's satisfied with the responses, he smirks, says "that's my girl", and just rams himself inside you.

• guy is completely stretching you out, holy shit he's so big.

• no wonder he's a man of god, you would be too if you were blessed with such a gift like that.

• he slams your hips onto his, going balls deep.

• he's either licking, kissing, or biting your neck and shoulders as he fucks into you.

• now it's getting REALLY hard to hold in your moans, so when he gets the message, he kisses you deeply and lets you moan in his mouth as much as you want.

• he pulls you up so that you're both sitting up, but you're facing him and while you're riding him, he's licking and sucking and kneading your breasts.

• you didn't believe in God before, this man will make you see the light.

• he whispers the dirtiest shit in your ear. Just, pure filth. To the point that it's questionable whether he is a man of god or not.

• but you didn't care. Oh no, you were too busy drowning in pure ecstasy while you bounce on his throbbing cock.

• you were positive you came about, like, 3 times already, but he was still going.

• and you loved every second of it.

• now, the question is, does he 'use the back door'? Oh hell yeah, no doubt. If you're cool with it, of course. He preps you real well, too.

• and I hope you don't mind occasional hair-pulling, because he does it. Short or long hair, he'll grab it and use it as leverage so he could fuck you harder.

• soon enough, he's reached his limit, but no way in hell is he pulling out.

• if God made it so a man's seed can be accepted in a woman's womb, well, Nick isn't one to neglect that, now is he?

• So Much Cum™

• Dude's been backed up for years, being a man of the cloth would do that to ya.

• but you're happily accepting it, your pussy and womb drinking it up to full capacity.

• once the deed is done, he'll throw you a towel to let you clean yourself. While you're doing that, he lights a cigarette.

• Once you're done and he's finished off the cigarette, you and him are lying in bed, holding each other close, fast asleep.

• before he dozed off, he planned on what he would do for round 2 in the morning.

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(A/N: does this apply to 1998 Nick? Fuck yeah, it does.)

#trigun stampede #trigun stampede smut #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #trigun wolfwood #trigun 2023 #trigun 1998 #trigun smut #like girl i get it #i understand #no arguments here #id be his little fuck toy any day of the week #not my go-to but ok

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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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Mmm yes another trigun blog I can’t wait to see your writing! Would love a little headcanon / Drabble if the boys when they get jealous! Situation up to you but I love pining fics 😼

you got it anon ! I love a good jealousy drabble!

Part 2

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: angst on vash's end, insecurity, some swearing,

notes: i wasn't sure who all "the boys" included so i wrote for vash and wolfwood-- vash's was supposed to go another direction but my brain apparently had other ideas lol also this wasn't beta read- so please feel free to point out typos

Vash

Vash’s eyes flick from his cozy little seat, to the bar counter where you are. You’ve been over there for awhile- stuck in a conversation with some random guy. At least he thinks you’re stuck. You look a little too relaxed now that he thinks about it. Do you want to be talking to that guy? His eyes squint as he watches the scene.

You throw your head back lightly at something this guy says, laughing.

Something inside him snaps at the view- his bright eyes growing unusually sad. He clenches his hand around the glass of water and turns back to the rest of the table. His eyes keep twitching over to you though, and he finds himself growing more and more upset the longer you’re over there.

This is good right? He knows you getting mixed up romantically with someone like him is a bad idea. The closer people got to him, the more likely they were to be hurt. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, in fact he would much rather see you leave him than get hurt. So, a random guy flirting with you shouldn’t be a problem. He should be able to handle this.

And yet, as that guy reaches forward, his fingers almost grazing your arm, Vash feels his stomach flip.

“Just go fucking intervene needle-noggin.” Wolfwood suddenly interjects, pulling Vash’s attention away from you. “What?” Vash asks, plastering a fake smile on his lips. “What do you mean?”

Wolfwood rolls his eyes and leans back, holding his lighter up to another cigarette. As soon as it’s lit, he breathes in the smoke and lets it out towards Vash’s face. “Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been acting like a kicked puppy ever since that guy started chatting ‘em up.” Wolfwood nods over at the scene. “Just go over there- assert your dominance or something.”

Vash can’t help but shake his head. Assert his dominance? What does that even mean?

“It’s fine. We’re here to relax- and they look relaxed!” Vash holds up his hands with another fake smile. The smile fades a bit though as Wolfwood narrows his eyes. “You sure don’t look relaxed.” The fake priest murmurs. Vash can’t really argue with that. He feels so tense he might turn to stone.

What right does he have infringing on your own personal freedoms though? And why would you care if he was jealous? You didn’t need him. Not the way he needed you. His jaw tenses slightly and he drops his head down into his hands. Wolfwood doesn’t comment any further.

Vash isn’t sure how long he can deal with this. He looks back over to you one more time, and pushes himself up out of his chair. “Goodnight.” Is all he says to his friend before stumbling towards the exit of the bar- heading back towards the dingy hotel they were staying at. His feet feel heavy against the wooden ground, the loud part goers suddenly feeling suffocating.

As soon as he opens the door and feels the cold air- his body relaxes a bit.

How sad of him to be so worked up over a situation he put himself in. He made a promise to never act on his feelings, and that means he has to be okay with you getting with other people. He has to be okay watching you disappear. How is he supposed to do that if he can’t even watch a guy flirt with you at a bar? This…hurts…so much.

He walks off into the darkness, a soft frown carved into his face.

Wolfwood

The bar is a bit rowdy as people dance and sing, celebrating another day alive. Although usually Nicholas wouldn't shy away from joining in on the celebration, tonight he is feeling particularly on edge. His jaw is tight as he sips slowly on his glass of whiskey, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His eyes on you across the room, they follow you as you dance, though his expression remains stoic.

You seem particularly popular tonight at this random bar, in the middle of a small crowd of people who swing to the music softly. You aren’t very good at dancing, stumbling from side to side, relying on your partner to stay upright. You look like you’re having fun though, a soft grin decorating your features. It would be cute, if it wasn’t for the arm of another man wrapped around you.

His eyes never leave you as you dance, smoke curling from his lips. He exhales slowly, eyes moving down your body. The rest on the damn arm slung around your waist, his face consorting into a full on scowl at the site. Another sip from his glass as he taps his foot against the ground. Next to him someone laughs- flinging their arm around him. “Oh man if only looks could kill eh?” Meryl slurs- her cheeks are rosy. Of course she’s already wasted, and whens he gets wasted she gets nosy.

“I’m just making sure nobody tries anything funny.” He growls shrugging her arm off of him. “Sure you are, I totally believe that. You’re definitely not a jealous loser right now.” She mumbles sarcastically. “Hey I got an idea shorty- Fuck off.” Wolfwood growls. Meryl just laughs and walks away, clearly amused by the entire ordeal.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and searches the crowd for you again, a little annoyed he was distracted for so long. His eyes finally catch you as a new guy twirls you around. He narrows his eyes slightly as he catches the man’s arm drop down-

Okay nope. That’s too far.

He stands up without even thinking, slamming hsi glass against the counter before marching over to the dance floor like a man on a mission. The bud in his mouth falls to the floor, and he smooshes against the floor with his foot as he steps over it. His fists clench by his sides, his glare directed at the man.

As soon as he’s close enough the man sees him and lets go of you. “Mind if I cut in.” Wolfwood growls his eyes burning holes into this son of a bitches’s face. The man puts up his hands and backs away. He keeps his glare focused on him, then shifts his eyes down to you. His look softens immediately.

“You…want to dance?” You ask, your eyes wide as you look up at him.

Shit.

He didn’t think this through at all. He doesn’t want to dance- but now you’re giving him this hopeful gaze and he can’t say no- even if he desperately doesn’t want to do this. Besides…he did technically ask. “I…guess?” he mumbles, and you smile softly.

He wraps an arm around you carefully, and you put your soft hand in his. Your other hand rests carefully on his shoulder, like you’re afraid to touch him too much. He waits for a minute before leading you into a simple dance.

You really are a horrible dancer. You keep stepping on his feet, and he’s pretty sure you aren’t even paying attention to the music. Your attention is all on him, and it makes his cheeks burn. “So…why’d you cut in?” You ask suddenly. His cheeks burn brighter.

“Saw he was getting a little too handsy. You’re welcome.”

You shake your head and lean in closer to him. “Sure.”

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Hi 👋 can i request a smutty wolfwood x fem reader, where after everything him and his s/o finally retire and decide to take care of the orphanage. And seeing his s/o be amazing with the kids makes him go brrrr and think of how great she'll be as a mother and then....breeding kink? 🤣

GIVE THIS MAN ALL THE CHILDREN, WE ALL KNOW HE'LL BE THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD!

TW: smut, breeding kink, mentioned oral (f!receiving), marking, doggy style (good breeding position tbh), overstimulation.

It had been several years now, peace finally entering Nicholas's life. Even if it did still feel odd.

But with all that said and done, alongside side the only woman he'd ever truly love, Nicholas took over the Hope Land's Orphanage. Protecting the children, and making sure none of them would ever go through what he had.

Another thing Wolfwood tried to do was quit smoking, but that proved a lot harder then he thought. Which was why he was currently hiding, a freshly lit cigarette between his dry lips, that bitter taste inhaled into his lungs.

He knew you'd kill him the moment he was caught, reprimanding him after he swore he'd stop. Yet maybe that's why he denied fully quitting, your face scrunched up in anger was always so adorable, how could he possibly get enough.

"Mieko that's a beautiful drawing, we'll hang it up on the wall later on." Nicholas peeked around the corner, dark eyes observing the way you kneeled low, admiring one of the children's drawings.

A familiar ache throbbed in his pants, causing Nicholas to grunt in discomfort, yet that saccharine voice dragged him back. Hearing the way you spoke to the children made Nicholas happy beyond a doubt, the way you took to each and every one. Not to mention how the children instantly grew fond of you, clinging to your clothes, begging for attention and constant affection. Hell it made him jealous even.

Yet there was one thing that drove Nicholas absolutely wild, which was the image of you pregnant with his own child.

That very thought had shivers running up and down his spine, another drag of his cigarette in attempts to calm the blood flow to lower regions. Perhaps it was something worth mentioning later when the children were all tucked into bed? It definitely wouldn't hurt.

"What did I tell you about smoking, mister!" Wolfwood straightened, head spun to look at your angry, displeased face.

The children surrounding you were giggling, faux looks of shock through some of them. The sight of children clinging to you had Wolfwood's mind wander, until you leapt forward to snatch the embering cigarette.

"What's the harm in one, sweetheart? Can't let me treat myself?" Nicholas cooed, easily moving the cigarette out of reach as you collided against him.

"You said you'd quit, and that I'm allowed to pester you when you caved!" Another poor attempt of thwarting his addiction.

"Did I say that? Shit I don't remember."

"No swearing in front of the kids!" You scolded, hands placed firmly on your hips. A chorus of voices agreeing, playful and teasing.

"Nico said a bad word!"

"Mister Nichowas stop teasing Mrs Y/N!"

"Geez Kiddos, you aren't gonna stick up for me? I'm the one being denied here, don't wanna stick up for lil old me?" Nicholas teased, earning a charge of children tackling him, allowing you to pluck the cigarette from his fingers.

"I think that answers your question, seems that's another win for me." Stamping out the cigarette, you shooed the children away, helping your disgruntled husband off the ground. Gentle hands dusting off the sand sticking to his clothes, fixing his collar.

"Can we have kids?" He blurted out, eyes trailing down to your stomach.

"We have many kids." You responded patiently, oblivious to what he was suggesting.

"Angel," Nicholas brought your face to his, placing a sweet kiss to those beautiful lips of yours. "I'm meaning our own kids."

Your face flushed red, eyes wide as you considered his proposal. You weren't against the idea, just confused as you thought Nicholas was content with all the children running about the orphanage. Never before considering he'd want his own children.

"Why don't we discuss this further when all the children are in bed, okay?"

The bed creaked dangerously, the sound echoing off the walls had you shushing Nicholas frantically, worried the kids would awaken. Only Wolfwood didn't care, pace quickening.

"Nicholas! The childr-"

"Please Angel, just shaddup for a sec," Nicholas cooed, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pounded into you roughly. "Gonna impregnate you real good, sweetheart."

Your cunt was already dripping with previous loads of his cum, face pressed into the pillow to muffle your pleas, moans and whimpers. Teeth marks covered the back of your neck, entire back and legs even from when Nicholas was eating you out.

Rough hands squeezed your waist, pulling it back as he thrust his hips forward, the plush of your ass somewhat cushioning his harsh hips slamming into you. Nicholas grunted, breathing irregularly as he faltered yet again.

"Ready for another load of my cum? Gonna make some mini mes?" Those fangs nibbled against your ear, earning some angelic noises from your lips.

Those sweet noises were the cherry on top, hot cum filling you up until you were swollen to the brink. Tongue hanging out as you cried at your final release, stars filling your teary vision.

Chaste kisses were placed along your spine, calloused hands massaging you with more gentleness then their previous rough nature. Nicholas laid you on you side, legs pressed together in attempts to keep his seed inside you, arms wrapping around you.

"You did well, Angel," He praised sweetly, a hand placed upon your stomach. "You look beautiful."

Nicholas couldn't stop imagining you fat with his child, the very idea had him hard yet again. Only this time your tired form smacked his arm, groaning at the idea of being fucked ruthless again.

"Put it away, I'm not dealing with it anymore." You grumbled, Nicholas chuckling at your irritated voice.

"Sorry Y/N, can't help it when you get me so excited." Another smack, this time to his face had him barking in laughter, arms squeezing you close as you whined. "Don't worry, I'm too tired anyways. Think I went overboard..."

"No shit, five rounds without a break in exhausting, if I'm not pregnant then there's something wrong with your cock." You teased, turning to nuzzle into his chest.

Nicholas smiled, holding you close as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Nico."

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vashsmunch · 5 months

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Nico NSFW

Wolfwood x GN! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: uhh shapeshifting Spanish wolfman grrr woof woof

Tags: 7.3k words, sort of hurt/comfort(?), slight electrical play, orgasm denial (not really), mention of blood, praise kink, oral, fingering, voyeurism (not really), emotional sex, PORN

A/N: okay, so this is the LONGEST thing i've ever written. like ever LMAO :') i've also never written ww before so please lemme know if i need to change the characterization! and yes he speaks spanish, he's a dog that suddenly speaks spanish don't question it

dedicated to bee, jackson and alexa

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"Mi tesero... please..."

You froze in the front doorway as the words rang throughout the house. More like a plea? Your mind spun with a million thoughts, and none of them could have explained that sound just then.

The day had been pretty mundane, at least until you heard that noise just then. You had left your new puppy alone in his crate so you could go out to run errands, just picking up groceries, a couple of treats, and other things. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as your thoughts ran to the worst, and you couldn't help but curse yourself for being careless. God, what if he had hurt himself?

When you first adopted him, he was very apprehensive, snapping and snarling at you every time you got close. Hostile might be a better word, considering how he had almost bitten off your hands more than once. He wouldn't sleep around you either, and it was only when you were out did he collapsed from exhaustion.

Honestly, this behavior wasn't shocking considering the place he came from. When you stepped foot into the shelter, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The place was musty in every sense of the word, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose when you saw the owner. He was unshaven, unkempt, and looked as if vacuum dust had been personified into a man.

As he took you to the back where all the animals were held, your heart broke into tiny pieces. Lining the walls were dozens of cramped and dirty crates, each of them housing a different dog. One thing they all had in common was their appearance: matted fur, sunken faces, and dull eyes. You had to avert your eyes from their tired gazes, fearing that you might break down entirely if you looked too closely. The owner's words flew in and out of your ear as you kept your eyes trained on the floor, walking until you felt something ground you to your spot. You looked up and to your right to see a huge puppy, an insanely large one at that. He had long black fur and a piercing stare, it was intimidating, to say the least. Upon closer inspection, you saw that he had scars branding the length of his body, and they looked like crucifixes.

What kind of religious Catholic fucks…

You took a step closer and he immediately tensed up, growling loudly. His eyes were filled with pure hatred, and you couldn't tell if it was towards you, the owner, or both of you. You were kind of glad metal bars were keeping the two of you divided, the chances of him lunging forward and attacking you were high.

The owner's eyes glanced over to you transfixed, and he let out a heavy and somewhat irritated sigh. "Ah, him. Don't bother, he's a lost cause. The last owners gave him in pretty bad shape, and he don't trust anyone now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he said this, knowing that the conditions the poor puppy was in weren't helping. Anything would be miserable in a dump like that.

As the rather pessimistic tour resumed, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander back to that dog. Were the odds of him mutilating you to the bone high? Yes. But were you also ready to take that chance? The answer was clear. You stopped the owner in his tracks, pointing back at the puppy's cage.

"I want him."

He gave you a rather incredulous look, then shrugged as if he could give less of a damn. "Your funeral, buddy."

It had taken weeks to carefully break down his walls piece by piece, and slowly he grew to understand you weren't a threat. The way he'd lay next to you on the couch and nuzzle your hand to get you to pet him, made your heart thrum and ache all at the same time. Who had hurt him so badly? Your hand would run through his soft black fur, caressing his ears and a soft laugh left your lips as his tail thumped onto the sofa pillows. Sometimes, he'd wait for you by the door when you stepped out for just a moment, either to talk to neighbors or grab the mail. When you came back, his black eyes lit up with a brightness that you had only prayed for when you first took him home. It was that day you made a promise to yourself; No matter what the case was, you'd never do the same to him.

With that in mind, you raced through the house, almost slipping on the steps in the stairwell in your hurry. "Wolfwood? Baby?" As you got closer to your bedroom, you heard a sound that turned your feelings from anxiety to confusion, then to complete and utter ruin.

There were moans. There was moaning coming from inside the room. Heavy panting, sounds of your bed frame creaking, and little whimpers of your name.

“God... fuck... FUCK."

You jumped as a yell rang out past the door, the voice sounding desperate and needy. It was followed by a broken whine, and it was only then that you realized what the voice sounded like.

It couldn't be. Could it..?

To soothe your curiosity, and out of pure worry for your beloved pet, you cracked the door open to look inside. You couldn't help the way your eyes bugged out as you were greeted with a scene that you weren't expecting in the slightest. A dark-haired tanned man was sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over as he fisted his cock with a piece of fabric. The cries and curses that spilled from his lips had your knees weak, and this would've been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the fact that a MAN was in your bedroom. Realization came to you as you stumbled back a bit, as you finally understood the gravity of the situation. There was a stranger (a handsome stranger) in your bedroom, leaving no indication as to how he got into your house, and even less as to why he was jerking off. In your ROOM.

You stood there flabbergasted as the grunts continued, each one making you grow even more aroused to your dismay. Was this some kind of sick fantasy you didn't realize you had until now? Whatever. Composing yourself, you took some steps closer to press your face against the crack of the door again, determined to take a closer look at him. For whatever you knew, this could be some sick maniac freak hellbent on killing you. That would explain how he had gotten into your apartment without triggering the alarm system. As your eyes glanced around the room, you noticed the little details you hadn't before. The bed sheets were absolutely trashed, messed up with rips all over them, and your dresser drawers were opened, looking like they had been rummaged through. There was a suspicious-looking puddle of white liquid on the floor, and you didn't even want to think about the possibilities of what that could be. Your eyes flickered back to the man, and you felt your heart stop. Was that…

There's no way.

That was YOUR underwear. That was your fucking underwear he was jerking himself off with.

Before you could let out an earth-shattering shriek because of the pure terror the scene had let wash over your body, you took a closer look at his chest. It was then that you froze. There were two crucifix scars branded onto the skin, almost like they had been seared on with a fiery iron. Each one ran down the length of his torso and stomach starting from his nipple, and the pale flesh was a stark contrast to the melanin he possessed. As you stared some more, it occurred to you that they seemed familiar. Almost too familiar. And that's when it hit you: that was Wolfwood. You weren't sure how, and you couldn't even begin to rationalize it in your brain, but that was him. You could just feel it. That was your puppy, turned into a fully grown adult man, and that man was fucking himself with your underwear.

Suddenly, you slipped through the door, and you lost your balance. You fell to the floor, and you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as complete horror struck your body again. There was pin-drop silence in the room, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him. No matter what the case, you had been spying on him masturbating. The thought in itself sounded so unlike you, but that's how it was. And now you couldn't help the sweat that beaded on the edge of your forehead, completely dreading what happened next.

Out of the corner of your view, there was a flash of black before your back hit the floor with a dull thud. You blinked your eyes open to see dark brown irises staring into your very soul, as a tight pressure formed on your wrists. It took you a few seconds to register that the man had you pinned on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His very NAKED body, hovering over yours. Before you even got the chance to become embarrassed, a low growl left his lips.

"Dulce pecadora... You were gone for way too fucking long." Wolfwood started nipping and licking at your neck, each long stroke of his tongue sending full-body shivers down your spine. He tugged at your head to give him more access to your skin as he started to roam his hands down the length of your body before his hands settled on your hips.

You hissed softly, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you before you pushed him away, panting. "Wait... Wolfwood, wait."

He let out an impatient huff as he sat back on his heels, and it was only then that you noticed his tail wagging back and forth. You hadn't realized the fact that he still had his tail and ears, as well as his abnormally long claws. They dug into the flesh of his thigh as he stared at you annoyed, his throbbing cock slapping against his navel. It was freakishly big (just like the rest of him) and you pulled your eyes away to meet his gaze. "Explain."

"What is there to explain?" Wolfwood rolled his eyes, seeming to get more irritated by the second, and you didn't even know why.

“I don't know, maybe the fact that I had a dog, and now a grown-ass man is masturbating in my bed? You know I almost called the police on you right?"

His eyes darkened at the mention of the police, and you couldn't help but feel there was something deeper there that needed to be discussed. However, you pushed it aside and rested your body on your forearms, looking up at him. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a man. Clearly."

“What are you really?"

"Ay Dios mío," A deep sigh left his lungs as he looked at you intensely. There was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't decipher, but there was one that you recognized without a doubt. Lust. You'd unpack that later. "I didn't stutter, I'm a man. There are uncertainties ‘round it that I'm not even sure ‘bout, but the fact is I'm human now and that's it."

You glanced around him to stare at his tail, then back at him.

"For the most part, anyways."

Sitting up, you rubbed your temples becoming keenly aware of the situation you just landed yourself into. Your presumed dog was now an actual person and said person had started calling you pet names whilst kissing and licking at your neck. "Okay, so what is..." You waved your hand at the mess that had become your room. Now that you looked closer, it turns out that mysterious liquid on the floor was cum. Great. "...This?"

"Rut."

You stared at him incredulously, completely lost. Did he just say rut? You knew very little about animal biology (did he even count as an animal anymore?), and at no point had you ever been interested in whatever could make one come a literal puddle onto the hardwood you had just cleaned the other night. But the way he was looking at you, and the way his cock started to swell and grow impossibly bigger, you could get a general idea. "What, like some kind of sex craze thing?"

"More or less. 'M gonna be honest, I didn't even know this shit was a thing until..." Wolfwood looked up and down your body with a gaze so impossibly hungry, that you thought you'd melt on the spot. "You. This whole thing is ‘cause of you. And now... I need you to take responsibility."

There was a blink. A second one. Then suddenly your whole body was flooded with heat as you looked at him, eyes blown wide open again just like when you first looked into the room. You could see the faintest of deep red blooming at the base of his neck, and it somewhat comforted you that he also understood the ludicrousy of what he just said. "Excuse me?"

Wolfwood let out a string of Spanish words that you could only assume to be curses as he stood up. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his pulsing cock; his tip was already beading with precum, and you couldn't help but wonder how many rounds he had done before you came in. You hurried to your feet as he started to come closer, and soon he had you pinned against the door, closing it shut. His breath was hot and heavy with exasperation against your face, and he trailed a long nail up the skin of your arm and shoulder before it rested underneath your chin. Your mind spun with a thousand thoughts as he tilted his head at you, raising your chin to meet his gaze. "You can deny all you want, but if you were truly against it, you wouldn't have been watchin’ me, mi picante." He smirked at you, running a tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you squirm.

Then, his face got rather serious as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was burning up, his skin impossibly hot as he shut his eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of you being so near. "Look. I know this is... weird. Hell, if there's anyone confused, it's me. But I need you. Like I haven't needed anything else before. Will you help me? Like you did before?"

You felt a part of you melt at his words, knowing he was referring to the shelter. It hadn't occurred to you that as much as you need someone to be near, he was probably craving that too. Whatever happened in his past, it made him cold and calloused and it was clear that you were the only one he trusted in that moment. And with that in mind, who were you to deny?

A soft sigh escaped you as you stepped forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "So, so needy, aren't you, Nico?"

He froze in his place, notably getting even hotter as his tail started wagging. You couldn't help but smile, he really was just a puppy at heart. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, that was his full name. Rather long, but it just felt right when you first got him. You didn't pull out that nickname unless it was for special occasions, and you felt like this qualified as one. A hand trailed up his cheek to scratch behind the ears on his head, and he let out a broken whine. Slowly, you pressed him backward to lay on the bed, throwing the ruined bedsheets to the side. You couldn't help but note the way his legs trembled at your touch, and you filed that away in a separate compartment in your brain. You'd be using that later.

His body writhed underneath you as you continued your ministrations, kissing up and down his neck. You let your hands roam the dips and curves of his body, paying special attention to his scars. He tensed up and you eased your touch, coming up to his face to kiss him gently on the lips. "Hey, hey... it's okay. It's me, remember? I won't hurt you, I promise."

God, how you wished he would believe you. More than anything you wanted to find those assholes who had broken him to the core and make sure they didn't live to see another day. Wolfwood, as strong as he was, was just another being. Despite whatever happened, now he was human. JUST a human. Someone capable of any and all emotions. He could feel joy, suffer from sorrow, and even this. Even this "rut" he was going through. And while it had been off-putting at first, all of this amounted to the fact that none of it would change how you felt. You cared about him like you had never cared about anyone else before. Just like he needed you, you needed him. Ever since he came into your life, there was something to actually look forward to. The days that had once been bleak and dark were now filled with life, and it was all because of him. He with all his gruffness, sarcasm, and sassiness, even as a puppy, was your reason for living. And you'd be damned if you let anyone else treat him as anything less.

You felt Wolfwood caress your cheek with his large and calloused hand, and his thumb brushed at the skin. "You're crying." It wasn't a question as to why, more of a remark.

“Yeah... I guess I am." You let out a soft laugh as more tears flooded your vision and streamed down your cheeks. How utterly unsexy of you, but you couldn't give a damn. All this time, it had never really occurred to you just how much you cared about him. It had only been a matter of time before the feelings spilled out. And here they were, crashing over your body like a tidal wave as you shook violently. You held him close and sobbed into his shoulder, saying nonsensical words that neither you nor him could decipher. There were whispers of apologies, utters of praise and then some more.He said nothing and just held you; at that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. He was the gift you never knew you needed, and you couldn't help but internally scoff at the nickname they had given him back at the shelter. The Punisher.

If he was such, then maybe masochism really was something you were into.

Eventually, he broke the silence with a quiet gruff. "You're crushin' my dick, ya know."

You let out a loud laugh as you moved off of him, kissing his forehead as an apology.

"Sorry, sorry," You wiped the tears off your face and sat on the bed next to him, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the flesh of his thigh. "Can you explain more to me about what you need right now? Yes, you're in... rut. But how can I help?"

He exhaled shakily as he felt your touch on him again, and he leaned back against the headboard, trying to ground himself from the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. "Long story short, I need to fuck you," He looked back at your shocked expression and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But that's what needs to happen to fix this shit," His eyes seemed to undress you with every glance, and he couldn't help but relish in the way your cheeks heated up. Even so, his hand moved down to take yours, gripping it slightly. "However... I ain’t gonna pressure ya into anything you don't want. We can deal with this no matter what happens, and fucking doesn't gotta be one of them." Wolfwood's other hand came to take your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes as if trying to convince you of the same promise you made him: that he would never do anything to harm you.

You nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort in the roughness of the skin. It was a story of his life, hard on the exterior to match the man they belonged to. But he held you like you were the only thing keeping him together, his one steady rock in the turbulent life that he had led before meeting you. It was with a gentleness you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but beam. "I trust you. If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now. Let me help you."

As you said this, he bore a shit-eating grin and smashed his lips against yours. A whimper left your lips as his hands fondled at every patch of skin they could find, as if trying to solidify the fact that you were here, with him. It was heated and hungry, leaving your mind foggy as he pulled back, not only for air but to tug at your clothes. He looked up at you again, and you tilted your head at him. "What are you waiting for? Be a good boy."

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips and he murmured under his breath as he tugged at your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, media naranja,"

You let out a tiny hum, doing as he asked without another word uttered. As the fabric slipped off your body, his face flushed an even darker red, staring at your lower half. "Like what you see?"

“You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he groaned, tucking his face into the inside of your thigh to presumably hide his embarrassment.

Your giggles turned into a string of broken moans as he started to mark your skin with nips and bites. His teeth were noticeably sharper than the average human's, but that only spurred you on. You sat up on your forearms to look at him with need. "You're going easy."

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression glazed with desire. "For your sake, mi corozón." He looked so utterly fucked out just from tasting the skin of your leg, you couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd be once he was actually inside of you. Despite all of this, you could tell he was holding back.

You held out a hand to caress his jaw and you slowly opened his mouth. A finger grazed his pointy canines, admiring the sharpness. Suddenly, you were pressing against it, hard enough to draw blood and enough to get Wolfwood's flowing as well. "I'm stronger than you think," you bit your bottom lip as you tucked your bleeding thumb into his mouth, prompting him to suck it dry. He eagerly lapped up the ruby droplets, and his pupils dilated to the edges of his irises. Sitting up, you took his face in your hands to tug him up to yours. A smile graced your face as you sweetly whispered into his ear, "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

Wolfwood gaped at you, absolutely dumbstruck, before his eyes narrowed. In a flash, he flipped you around, and your back hit the mattress with an unceremonious thump. His body was pinning you against the bed, as he panted hard against the skin of your neck. "I don't think... you understand what this is gonna be like. I’m gonna ruin you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want ever anyone else's cock inside of you by the time I'm done. I'm giving you one last chance to back out."

There was a long pause as he pulled back to stare intensely, and you matched his gaze with the same amount. He was giving you the option to leave, and you weren't interested whatsoever. A smirk crept onto his face as he confirmed your determination, and leaned down to the dip between your nipples, kissing your sternum. He teased you, trailing his lips and fangs all the way down your torso, leaving you a sweaty mess from the tension alone.

"W-Wolfwood... fuck..."

"Nico." He looked up at you from between your legs, and you let out a tiny breathless whimper from the feeling of his tongue lapping and tracing patterns into your pelvis. "Please."

"Nico."

His eyes softened, his lips letting out a soft howl of approval as he finally graced your heat with a kiss. Strong hands came to grip your legs as your hips thrusted up into the air, white-hot pleasure flashing from behind your eyelids. Nico folded your body in half, having your knees practically touch your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his mouth. He devoured you like a man left starving for days, encouraging every roll of your hips as you tried to match his fervor. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. He was so close yet so far, feasting on everything you were willing to give him.

He took everything with no complaints, complete and utter devotion in his eyes as he forced you to look at him. Forcing you to look at how ruined he was making you. Your body was an offering he could never bear to refuse, and it was then that he felt that maybe the brandings on his chest were alluding to something hidden within him. If he was purposed for holy reasons, this couldn't be anything but sacrilege. How delicious the taste of sin was.

With a cry, your orgasm washes over your body, so gentle and intense all at the same time. Just like the man who kept you in place even as your legs shook, continuing to coax you through your high. As he finally came up for air, your wetness was smeared all over his mouth, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lap it all clean. He gave you a pathetic little face as he unhurriedly thrust his cock against the mattress, looking for some kind of relief. "Wanna... inside.."

Your lips curled into a smile as you cooed sweetly at him, your hand coming to cup his cheek. "You gotta speak up for me, Nico. Otherwise I won't know what you want."

He whined, looking torn as he debated saving his pride versus finally getting to feel you. "Please... lemme feel inside… baby please…" The big bad dog who'd supposedly had you by the throat was now in the palm of your hand, waiting for your next words. And you couldn't be more pleased.

Placing a kiss on his forehead, you whispered against his skin. "Not yet. You can be a good boy for me, right? You're so good." Ignoring his protests, you got out of bed, your legs shaking a bit as you gripped onto the bed frame to steady yourself. The absolute distraught look on his face as you left the room was priceless, and it only encouraged what you were about to do.

You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you made your way downstairs again, trying not to flash any neighbors who happened to be looking in your first floor windows. As you got to the kitchen, you grabbed the bags you had carried in earlier and open them up, smiling as you took what you were looking for out.

Before you had come home, a friend had asked you to come over to their apartment. She handed you her gift, saying it was only for precaution and hopefully you’d never have to use it. Having a notoriously aggressive dog does require some after all. You hadn't given it a second thought, pushing it to the bottom of your bag, because you weren’t a fan of hurting your puppy like that. But as you pulled the shock collar out and gave it a once over, you couldn't help but think this was all some divine intervention.

Making your way back upstairs, you first grabbed the leash you used for walks and attached it to the collar, tugging to make sure it was secure, then made your way to the bathroom. You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you were taking no chances. After spending a long time cleaning yourself up to acceptable standards, you entered your bedroom again and saw Nico kneeling on the mattress, back straight and mouth slightly parted. He looked at you with impatient yet forgiving eyes, as if he was trying to impress you with his obedience. You smiled as you came closer to the bed, and rested your hand on his neck, letting him ease up.

His eyes drifted to the collar in your hand, then back up to you. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, so you decided to explain gently. “I want to try something,” you gave him the collar, and watched as he turned it over, looking at it blankly. “This is a shock collar. It’s not made for humans, so I’ll turn the voltage all the way down. I think you’d feel really good with it on, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You used your thumb to tilt his chin up to meet your expression so he could see how serious you were. “I would never hurt you. Just like you’d never hurt me. Do you trust me?”

He was silent for a few moments before he looked into your eyes, nodding. “I do.”

You beamed at him, and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, watching his tail wag in excitement. “That's a good boy,” Taking the collar from him, you carefully wrapped it around his neck before clicking it together. A perfect fit. You had him lay back against the headboard and you reached over to your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, noting the way his eyes brightened. Clicking the cap open, you helped him drizzle some onto his cock, which you were only now realizing the sheer size of. From a quick glance, you knew he was freakishly big, but up close, he was absolutely massive. It was throbbing, his mushroom tip leaking with big drops of precum, with what seemed to be a large sphere at the base of it. As your hand grazed over his length, he twitched violently, and it seemed to swell even more.

Is this even going to fit?

Deciding to go a bit easy on yourself, you tugged him closer by the leash, brushing your lips against his own. “We’re gonna start slowly, okay? I want you to feel everything,”

He reluctantly nodded and let out a shuddering gasp as you started to play with the head, his hips coming up to thrust against your fingers. “S-sensitive…”

You tutted softly and grabbed the remote that controlled his collar from the nightstand. You pressed a button and he jolted with a yelp, not expecting the light zap that hit his neck. “I told you to be good. Don't disobey me now.”

His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as you continued to touch him, eventually wrapping your entire hand around his cock. It was so big that your fingers barely touched together, but you gave him a tiny pump to gauge his reaction. Nico’s eyes rolled back as he clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to move an inch or disobey you. “Hah… ngh…”

“Hmm… so pretty. And all for me. You’re just so eager to fuck me, aren't you? So, so eager~”

Nico threw his head against the headboard, letting out a tiny constrained mix of a growl and a plea as you sat up on your knees to shuffle his cock between your thighs. His eyes were squeezed tight before he opened them to look at you, silently begging. He didn't want to risk the collar again, but he was getting desperate and you knew this. You gave him a light tap on the cheek before nodding. He jumped on this opportunity, taking your hips to squeeze your thighs together against his dick as he humped your legs. A long drawn out moan of relief left his lips as he pulled you down to him, kissing you fervently. Even the slightest bit of touch, he was so grateful for. You, he was so grateful for.

You played nice, letting him pull moans and coos of praises out of you, telling him how good he was, how about beautiful he looked fucking your thighs. Falling apart just from the slightest bit of touch, not even inside you yet. “Feels so good, doesn't it?”

“Yes!” he panted out, started to go faster as he tightly gripped the flesh of your hips, surely to leave a bruise later. “So, so good, Jesus God- please…”

Your eyes softened as you whispered, your words almost lost amongst the sound of slapping skin and creaking wood. “I want you to hold out for me a little longer, okay? You’re doing so perfect, you feel sooo right~”

Nico looked at you with teary eyes, sniffing as a wet droplet dribbled down his cheek. His lips were flushed and bleeding red from how he bit down on them, and as you moved him to kiss them bare, he whimpered. “Mi vida, please. Estoy desesperado… I need to… to-!” He howled as finished, his cum splattering all over your thighs and lower back as he slammed against you one last time. Sobs of relief spill from his mouth as he clutches you tightly, his cock still hard and twitching between your legs.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, placing apologetic kisses to try and soothe him. Even thought he didn’t last, he was trying so hard to, and that’s what mattered. As long as he felt good, then everything else could wait. “Are you okay, Nico?”

He let out a few shuddering breaths before nodding softly. “Yeah… ‘m just tired,” His dick twitched again as you shifted your weight on your legs, and he let out an exhausted chuckle. “That part of me isn’t, I guess,” Pulling back, he regarded you with a quiet expression. “Well, before we go any further, I gotta tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking back with a quizzical expression. “You painted a bodily fluid mosaic on my back and now you want to say more? 'Tis a bit late for that, is it not?”

Caught off guard by your question, he laughed loudly, pressing your lips together as his body shook in amusement. “Such is the curse of being attracted to you, estrella,” he gingerly pulls you off of him, his dick still rock hard despite the sheer intensity of his previous orgasm. “It’s got more to do with what…” he motions to the base of his cock, where that mysterious sphere was. “That is.”

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at it. It most likely had something to do with his animal… thing, but you weren’t sure what the hell it was supposed to even be. Or do, for that matter. It took you a few seconds for it to hit you, and you looked up at him shocked. “That’s gonna go in me?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I’d rather it not. I get that I’m already…” he quirked an eyebrow at you and a glimpse of a smile graced his face. “...well endowed, but this shit’s not gonna end unless that happens. I gotta be honest, I’m more worried about what comes after it’s inside.” (heh no pun intended)

You gaped at him incredulously. “What the hell do you me after?”

He reached over to flick your forehead gently, slightly exasperated. “Lemme explain, will ya? It acts somewhat like a seal, so when I finish, none of it escapes,” he took note of the flushed expression you wore, and he went on to clarify. “If you got a condom, then that’s that taken care of. But if not, then it stays inside until the swelling goes down and I’m able to pull out. And I’m not sure how long that takes.”

Your eye twitched as he finished explaining, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “If you mess up my mattress like you did with my bedsheets when you pull out, I’m gonna kill you.”

Nico chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss, his hands tangling with the hair on the nape of your neck. “No promises, darlin'.”

Any tension and irritation you had faded as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth while he tugged you back into his proximity. Except the tiniest amount that still resided, which had you bring your hands up his chest to tug and twist as his pebbled nipples. He hissed softly, grinning against your lips as he matched your teasing ministrations. "Ah... Santa Madre... Eres el deseo que nunca puedo resistir." His thumb traced your jaw, tipping your face to the side so he could have easy access to your neck. The sounds he made while marking you as his couldn't be described as anything but scandalous. Muttering filth and debauchery as he bit into the skin, pulling blood and then licking it clean as an apology.

You stuttered and tripped over your words, your vision going dark with pleasure. "N-ni..." Words were becoming hard to articulate, and you didn't know if you could take the teasing any longer.

He tutted, sucking harshly on your collarbone before looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Look at you... can't even say my name properly," He took you by the back of your head and pulled you closer, whispering. "Forgotten our manners, hm? You're feeling a little too good, aren't you..." A soft kiss was left on your nose, gentle and affectionate. "Quiero hacerte sentir el paraíso, cariño. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Nico laid you in front of him again, and through the fog of your desire, you could vaguely make out him reaching for the bottle of lube again, taking your hand and lathering your fingers. He leaned over you, breathing heavily as he moved both of yours down your body to your puckered little hole. His sharp nail gently trailed the circumference of it, making you whine desperately.

"I don't wanna hurt ya... Once you've prepped yourself, I'll give you everything you need. Okay, darlin'?"

You nod slowly, pressing into your swollen flesh and making your back arch with tension. It didn't feel as good as you imagined Nico's would have, and this only spurred you on more. You looked at him, trying to be convincing and alluring as you went knuckles deep, weeping with lust. Without another second wasted, you started to thrust in and out, your eyes heavy-lidded. Your hips were raised towards him so you could angle deeper into yourself, letting yourself get lost in the feeling and adding even more fingers. With every calculated move, you were testing him, BEGGING him to fuck you; and you weren't gonna stop until he finally gave in.

He let out a deep groan as he pulled you by the hips towards him, reaching down to brush the hair out of your eyes. "You're that desperate for me, huh? You wanna go dumb from me driving my cock into you?" Nico gripped your wrist, gently pulling you out from your sex, and starting to grind his cock against you. Even after all of that, he was still trying to give you time to adjust and back out, he was on the... larger side after all. But truthfully, you were getting really damn tired of the courtesy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your gaze. "If you leave me aching for your dick for one more second, I'll neuter your ass."

He grinned and gave you one last peck on the lips. "Just making sure." Suddenly, he thrust into you, filling you all the way to the base of his knot. Your mouth dropped open and before you could even register the pain, he let out a deep, resounding snarl and started pounding into you hard like a man gone mad.

There were screams and wails ripped from your lungs as you scratched at his back, but he wasn't deterred. If anything, he relished in the pain. Every clench of your puffy walls around his cock was a testament to how good he was making you feel. That he was the one who was turning you into a babbling mess, a wreck that couldn't stop their legs from shaking and trembling.

In that moment, as ludicrous as it was, he knew that he loved you. He loved you so much, with every inch of his cold, scarred heart. You were the one who brought him into your home, asking for nothing in return even as he growled and snapped at you. You treated him with a kindness that he had never experienced, and the only thing he could offer in return was the promise that he would make you feel this good all the time. No matter when you wanted it, no matter how you wanted it, he would be that person for you. And even then, he would try. He would try so fucking hard to be the man you deserved because he knew that he couldn't let anyone be with you ever again.

Nico buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing every area that he could even process was there, absolutely drunk in the feeling of you around him. God, you felt so good. You were so, so good in every way. He would take care of you, and make sure you never felt lonely ever again. Every bite and mark he left was a testament to how much how cherished you, and how you were his. You were his, as much as he was yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together as his hips continued to slap against yours, creating a lewd symphony of noises.

"Eres mi todo."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you smiled, pressing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Never leave me. Please."

"I won't. I promise."

Both of your moans got louder and you felt your stomach twist, that familiar explosive feeling building up. The stickiness of your skin melding together, the warm feeling that washed all over you, this is the closest you were ever going to get to heaven. He ruthlessly reached into the deepest parts of your body, absolutely ruining sex with anyone else for you. You couldn't stop the salty streams from flowing down your cheeks as you tried to speak, your words coming out broken and hoarse. "I love you, God, I love you!"

Nico hushed you with another kiss, understanding every unspoken word that you were trying to say. "You feel so perfect... like you were made for me. You're so beautiful, mi alma gemela." His thrusts got faster until he finally slammed his entire cock into you, knot and all. You screamed out in rapture, finally coming and violently shaking from underneath him. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body, leaving you absolutely breathless while stars exploded from behind your eyes. It was the most intense thing you've ever experienced, and you could barely register the feeling of Nico's hips stuttering to a pause, a loud moan dripping from his lips as he spilled himself deep into the crevices of your heat.

You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he filled you to the brim, feeling that maybe this was where you were meant to be all your life. With him, in the most intimate way possible. God, you loved him.

Eventually, the two of you came down from your shared climaxes, and you relaxed into the bed, while he rested on his forearms above you, panting hard. You were absolutely spent, and you couldn't help but cheekily smile up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "So... I'll take it as you enjoyed that?"

He let out a loud, tired laugh as his hands came to cup your face, nuzzling against your cheek. "Eres un pequeño liante, ¿sabes?"

You hummed in response, relishing in the feeling of him on your skin. “Also, you wanna explain how you just suddenly know Spanish?”

“Call it a quirk.”

#trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #wolfwood x you

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tenabrye · 1 year

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Okay so.. how would it be like, being married to (Stampede) Wolfwood 🫶

Side note- I’m in love with your blog 🤧❤️❤️

I'm so glad you enjoy the writing. It makes me happy to hear that. :D

Being married to Wolfwood isn't the easiest thing in the world, considering that you know his profession, but it's exciting and you love it. Aside from all of the gunfights he'll oftentimes get into--which are mostly caused by you-know-who--life is sweet. He's sweet. He loves starting sentences with, "My wife/husband and I," and he always gets a cute little grin on his face. He also enjoys letting everyone see the ring that's on his finger and makes it his job that they at least notice it.

He's more protective of you and is a force to be reckoned with if someone, anyone, even dares to harm his spouse in any way, shape, or form. Even if you can fight, he's still throwing down for you. That's just how it is. Also loves saying, "That's my wife/husband," any and every single time you're fighting someone, which usually happens in a bar. He will also be more of a shield to you, putting his body between you and anyone he feels is the tiniest bit of a threat, or if they are.

Always puts you first no matter what. He did this prior to getting married, but he does it a lot more now. You're his spouse, the love of his life, and you're definitely a lot more important than some of the jobs he has to do. That being said, his intentions are always laid out bare for you, and he always wants your opinion on each and every little thing he can't make his mind up about.

The man becomes more of an open book to you. You know all of his secrets, and I do mean all of them. He has no reason to hide anything from you. Well, unless he knows it might hurt you. If that's the case, he may dance around the topic with you in such a discreet manner that allows him to know how to tell you. If you thought he hated seeing you hurt or in any sort of pain before, now that you're both married to one another, it's as though it doubled.

He's more of a show off when it comes to fighting, but then again, he was also a bit of one before marriage. It tripled after he put a ring on it. Not that you mind, right? Any chance he gets to show off to you, he takes it, even if it does make him look like an idiot. He doesn't care, though. The man just wants to see your eyes on him with a smile on your face.

He's a lot softer with you now. Not that he wasn't before, but he's a lot more open to letting you see his bad days more than anyone else. This includes him crying. He normally doesn't like you seeing him in such a way, but it can't be helped. He's very appreciative of your support and the way you've stood by him for so long, and how you've promised to continue doing so. Til death do you part.

He hates that the one downside of marriage is how much of a target you have on your back. It was easier before when it was just him and how his enemies would only be out to harm him. But now that you've been thrown into the mix? He doesn't like it. He absolutely hates it. It's not that he doesn't want to protect you--believe me he loves keeping you safe--it's that he just doesn't want you watching what he does to the people that come close to touching you. It's not pretty, I can tell you that.

The absolute best thing about married life for him is that he feels a bit of normalcy in his life. It hadn't felt this way until you entered it and eventually sealed the deal by saying yes to marrying him. He often thinks back to the day he proposed and it warms his heart. You've made him become a little bit more of a sap with certain things, but he wouldn't have it any other way. You've changed this man in a lot of ways, for the better, and he loves it. He loves it and he loves you.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun wolfwood #trigun stampede wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood fluff

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lizkreates · 8 months

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TriStamp Livio Theories! (Spoilers)

SPOILERS AHEAD. I MEAN IT. TURN BACK NOW.

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Alright, you've been warned.

This framing of the mask is VERY intentional. Visually this tells me this isn't Livio. It could be Razlo. Livio does not have a good reason to go after Vash, other than being told to by Legato. It feels off that he doesn't even say a thing to Wolfwood, his close childhood friend.

The beep from his mask (an audible cue) and his swirling eye, let us know something is UP. Maybe it is Razlo in control here.

Again with the framing. There is some evidence that this is Livio, just under mind control. If this is Razlo, he's eerily quiet here, because we know from Trigun Maximum, that he's boisterous and vulgar.

I admit it REALLY annoys me that they decided to go the silent route because in TriMax, when Livio does talk he makes it clear he is dedicated to the Eye of Michael. It's very possible Legato requested Ralzo to not speak, as a gag order just to fuck with Wolfwood.

The eye again. Just as Livio turned himself into the Eye of Michael to follow Wolfwood.

Here's some evidence that Livio is breaking through. We see the other side of his face as he speaks for the first time and says, "I have to catch up." In skill, sure. But consider this! He wants to catch up because home to him is where Wolfwood is.

When Wolfwood smacks Livio with the Punisher, he damages his mask, framing the non-mask side again. Just a thought, what if they needed to put a leash on Razlo? Like an inhibitor because he lacked restraint.

Why would Livio fight Wolfwood? Presuming they haven't seen each other since Conrad's prison. He's caught up to Wolfwood, here. Livio is a very capable fighter himself, he wouldn't be in the EOM if he couldn't measure up as well. Unless he means, if you've read TriMax, having the honor of being bestowed a Punisher like Wolfwood.

He looks so out of it like he's dissociating. But also the mask is damaged, and the mind control/inhibitor is slipping.

Of course, it's Vash who says this!!! He gives Wolfwood hope he can break through to Livio. AAHHHH, I could go off a tangent, but that's another post. It's clear even to Vash, this isn't someone in control of their actions.

Wolfwood gets through. The light in the mask fades.

And as the morning light breaks over the horizon, the light returns to Livio's eyes. ;_;

BUT THEN THIS HAPPENS.

FUCK YOU CHAPEL. AND YOUR INDOCTRINATION. This is not to dismiss the choice Livio/Razlo made to go to the Eye of Michael. With all the interlaced flashbacks, TriStamp frames Livio as a corrupted innocent AND conflicted. It's also interesting that Livio seems to lack bodily autonomy here, which mirrors Vash's lack of autonomy with Knives. Livio is being used.

Aaaand there's Razlo.

Livio breaks. There's a raging internal conflict going on that we can't see. Either Razlo is fighting like hell for control again or he's having a painful physical reaction to the brainwashing breaking and memories flooding back. He can't take it anymore, and well, you know what happens next, I'm not going to show it.

My conclusion is, that you can interpret Trigun Stampede's Livio in many ways. We don't have the entire story yet, Livio barely said anything, but there is evidence to support several theories!

This is Livio under mind control and Razlo is dormant

This is Razlo under gag orders but Livio is fighting to come to the surface

This is a softer-spoken Livio, a sheep led by a monstrous shepherd, where he clearly cares for Wolfwood but is brainwashed with his memories repressed

Or some combination of the above!

I haven't been in the TriStamp tag much, but Livio feels overlooked because he comes off as a plot device to move Wolfwood's story forward. He's important to the ENTIRE story of Trigun for reasons I won't spoil here. We got 2 entire episodes focusing on Wolfwood and Livio, two brothers at odds.

Trigun Stampede is such a deep cut of Trigun Maximum. The incredibly fast pacing hurt it, it's like blink and you missed some critical info. Anyway, Livio deserves more love and consideration. ORANGE IS COOKING so we'll have to wait and see~

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #livio #livio the double fang #razlo #spoilers #trigun spoilers #my trigun meta #i should put a disclaimer I know very little about DID #I'm sure someone who's more knowledgeable can draw a better conclusion #but also TriMax seems to have bent the rules with DID so maybe TriStamp is doing the same

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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HELLO WHIRLL!!

May I request a Wolfwood X Gn reader, for the reader doesn’t show emotion, but when their childhood friend Nicolas is hurt that’s when they let their emotions out ?

Like say Nicolas wasn’t thinking and jumped right into danger in the heat of the moment and it pissed reader off cause he almost died💥💥

And could this be friends to lovers as well?

Thank you so much, i hope you’re having a good day/night stay hydrated! <3 and please take your time there’s no rush :))

Hello! <3 Thank you for the request! <3 Also I’m so sorry these are always so long, I am incapable of writing anything less than 800 words it seems. Okay Im always going to be a Vash girly, he has my heart. But lowkey writing all this Wolfwood stuff is kinda turning me into a Wolfwood girly as well.

'Bad ideas, and big guns'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

This was a bad idea, you knew Wolfwood could feel your glare on the back of his head. This was a bad idea ever since he got sideswiped by that reporter's car. You always followed without complaint, you knew he had his missions and you didn't ask what they intended. You didn't ask a lot of questions these days, just secretly happy to be at Nicholas's side again. Both growing up in that orphanage, you left first. It was by happenstance that you got away and never looked back.

Running into Wolfwood again was quite the shock, maybe it was the guilt of abandoning him to his fate that kept you at his side. He didn't seem to mind, he tried to keep you out of it all. But you could fight, and you could kill, it made you use when needed. However, your opinion apparently didn't matter to Wolfwood, you thought it was dangerous to get too caught up in it all. It was getting too personal with Vash and his ragtag group; you knew it and Wolfwood knew it too.

Expect the stubborn ass wasn't listening, and was ignoring you now. It didn't matter, he wouldn't be able to tell what you were thinking anyway. You always had your emotions locked down, it made surviving easier when you could turn it all off. With a sigh you turned your gaze away, this town was like every other one you’d come across. Wolfwood and Vash were at the bar, Roberto was out having a smoke and you were sitting with Meryl at a table in the corner.

You don't know how it starts, but it always happens too quickly. Guns are drawn on Vash, he doesn’t want to fight and it causes an uproar. You lose sight of Vash and Wolfwood as you drag Meryl out of the bar for some cover, you curse shoving Meryl out of the way as bullets rain down on the two of you.

Moving behind some crates you bring out your own weapon, these small fries would be easy to handle. No, the real problem was the guy with the tank rolling in, you sigh leaning your head back. One normal day would be nice, just one. You hope Meryl is in a safer spot when you lean out of cover to start shooting.

You don't get to hide for long when the tank is turned toward you. Your eyes widen as you scramble to your feet to get away. The sound is deafening, you drop to the ground. Nearly avoiding the hit, someone grabs you by the back of your shirt and hauls you to your feet. You bring your gun around to backhand them only for it to be blocked by Wolfwoods large weapon, you frown he smirks. “That’s the thanks I get for saving ya?”

“We’re not out of this yet.” You hiss, at him as he drags you behind a building. “Stay here, one blast from the punisher and it’ll bring it down.” Wolfwood doesn’t look at you as he says this, you yank on his arm to get him to turn. “That’s a stupid idea, you might not be able to a charged shot. Don't jump in without a real plan!” Wolfwood shoves you back hard, and you stumbled catching yourself on the building. “Worry about yourself.”

You watch him take off weapon in hand, spinning it to engage its laser mode. You hate when you are right, it takes a moment too long to charge the tank fires first, Wolfwood second. The shots meet in a giant explosion. You're forced to move back behind the building, covering your eyes from all the dust and debris falling.

The town goes silent, you leave your hiding spot. Heart-racing Wolfwood had to be directly in the blast, “Wolfwood” you called out, trying to keep your voice calm, you noticed a building in the back now has a large hole in it. Racing over you search through the debris, “Nicholas!” your voice definitely rose an octave higher as you dropped to your knees beside him, shoving wood off of him.

He was knocked out and bleeding badly, your hands searched through its pockets finding one of the vials he carried around. Snapping the end off, you forced the liquid down his throat. Sitting back on your heels with a sigh as his wounds began to heal. You place your hand on his cheek, “Wolfwood? Can you hear me?” You ask it softly, his eyes open to your smiling face.

“See one shot is all it took.” Your smile turns to a frown when you grab him sharply by the shoulders and begin to shake him. “You asshole! Would you just listen to me once!” you snapped out, your voice shaking with slight fear. “God I just want to hit you! Don't you ever think?” Wolfwood looks at you in shock, grabbing both of your wrists to stop your assault. “Worried about me?” he says it with that stupid smirk of his, now you really want to hit him.

You shove him back hard, and he yelps, “I’m always worried about your dumbass!” You stand, turning to leave you don't get very far when Wolfwood grabs you by the ankle causing you to fall. You catch yourself on your hands, kicking him forcing him to let go and he yells out a ‘hey!’

You huff turning over to sit and look at him, “And just what was that for?” he's giving you an odd look one that unfortunately makes your heart race, Wolfwood sits up, leaning his arms over his bent knees he smirks as you. “I like this side of you, the fight.” You groan, face heating up at his words.

“You bring out the worse in me.” You say it with a light laugh.

“I think you bring the best out in me.” He says it too seriously.

You pause at his words, he’s staring at you openly now “Careful now, sounds like you care about me.” You say it lightly, allowing him to pull back if he needs to, you smile as he looks away nervous. Wolfwood always put on such a show for other people, but to you, he’d always be that awkward kid back in the orphanage who tried to get you to laugh. God how the two of you had grown.

“And if I do?” He turns back to you, grinning now. Ah, so it looks like he's not going to pull back, good. You sit up on your knees in front of him, leaning in. “I would say the feelings are mutual.” You smirk grabbing him by the collar of his shirt roughly and pulling him towards you. “You ever pull that shit again I'm killing you myself got it?”

“Got it.” He grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. You roll your eyes, leaning into the kiss, at least you got to wipe that smirk off his face.

#nicholas d wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood imagine #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #trigun x reader #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun

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greetingfromthedead · 1 month

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Green Horror (Wolfwood x GN!Reader)

Plot: You catch a cold and Wolfwood has a magic remedy you aren't too happy with.

Pairing: Wolfwood x GN!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: domestic fluff, sickfic, hurt/comfort, flu, common cold, caretaking, banter, play fighting, forceful administration of medicine, some swearing, WW is a little shit

Word count: ~ 1.1k

Author's Note: (H/Cr)appy flu and cold season! A Wolfwood sickfic to match Vash's.

You woke up with a scratchy throat but chose to ignore it completely, certain it would go away on its own. But instead of leaving you alone, the sore throat continued to worsen throughout the day. You keep your talking to a minimum, afraid your voice will be gone before long. You keep a low profile, avoiding Wolfwood and slinking between the kettle and the bed. You really don't want him to know that you're feeling a bit poorly. It's better to just soldier through and hope it passes soon. You'll get better with tea, rest, and willpower; you're sure of it. Just stay quiet, and hope he doesn't notice.

As you settle into bed after getting your fifth cup of tea, you feel the scrathing getting worse. You hurried a little too fast out of the living room, where he was tinkering with something you didn't see. Now you are a bit winded, and the heavy breathing causes your lungs to spasm violently. You try to muffle the sound with your blanket, but it's too late.

"Did I hear you coughing?" Wolfwood's voice sounds from the other room.

"No, you didn't!" you reply, nearly starting another coughing fit.

Footsteps approach, and you see his figure appear in the doorway as you settle into bed, holding the cup and book with as much composure as you can muster. You look over to him with a forced smile. You're not very good at acting natural around him when you have something to hide.

"Really?" He leans against the doorframe and acts nonchalant. "Man, I must be hearing things then. I could have sworn I heard some coughing. I must be wrong."

"Wouldn't be the first time." You turn your gaze to the book again, but you have completely lost where you left off.

"Yeah… Guess my eyes are also playing tricks on me, and you don't actually have a red nose and puffy eyes, Doll."

You can feel his eyes on your skin, and you shift the book to hide your face from him.

"Yeah, you should get them checked, or perhaps go take a nap. You're being delusional." You swallow, but you manage to do it just a little bit wrong, irritating your throat in a way that makes you cough again, and you nearly spill some tea. You quickly cover your mouth with your arm, trying to hide your face from him.

Wolfwood lets out a laugh, and you glare at him.

"I'm glad it's just a cold!" He chuckles with his arms crossed. "I thought you were mad at me! You've been avoiding me all morning! A cold I can deal with. But if you were actually mad at me, I wouldn't know what to do."

He pushes off the doorway to head out, and you know what's coming next.

"No! Nico! Come back!" you yell after him as he disappears. This outburst was too much and leaves you coughing again.

"I will be in a bit! Stay put!" You hear his voice calling out to you, and a shiver runs up your spine.

You put aside your book and sip on your tea, comforting your burning throat. You're halfway done and feel much better by the time Wolfwood comes back, and you see that he is holding something.

"No! Go away!" You try to be commanding, but you see the grin on his face.

"But, love, it's my duty to take care of you. In sickness and in health. Right?" He approaches you, and you see the green liquid in the shotglass he is holding.

"Lucky, we aren't married. Feel free to leave. Don't bring that near me!" You point at his hand holding the mysterious concoction.

"Oh, Poppet, don't be like that." He is unable to mask the amusement in his tone. "I'm here to cure you! It's Miss Melanie's recipe! All the kids in the orphanage got rid of their cold with this magic potion."

"I don't care. I'm not drinking that." You scoot further along the bed after putting away your mug. "It's horrendous!"

"Don't be dramatic, darling," he purrs as he reaches your bed. "It's just a little booster, and you'll be all better."

"I don't need it!" You say a bit nasally, "I just need to drink tea and rest. I'll be better tomorrow!"

"But this will fix you in an hour." A mischievous glint appears in his eyes like a cat hunting a mouse for sport. "Won't you take it willingly?"

You shake your head rabidly. "No thanks. I'll stick to my tea."

Your mind is more sluggish than you realized, since before you can truly react and roll away from him, Wolfwood has already bounced. He left the green horror on the nightstand as he wraps you tighter in the blanket and sits on top of you.

"Piss off!" You try to fight him off, but he catches your arms and tucks them under the blanket that he keeps tightly around you like a straitjacket with his knees. "You little shit! Get off me!"

You feel another fit coming on despite your soothed throat. Wolfwood just laughs and says, "Calm down; it's for your own good."

"Never! I know what an atrocious concoction that is!" You try to wiggle out of your captivity with no results. Wolfwood smirks and reaches for the shotglass. "I'll cough on you! Then you'll be sick too!"

"No worries, Poppet, I'll just drink one of these and be better in no time." He raises the glass like he is cheering you, "Now do me a favor and hold still."

To your surprise, he downs the horrible green liquid himself, but before you realize what is happening, he grabs hold of your face and presses his mouth on yours. As a reflex, your lips part a little for the kiss, but that's your mistake, since the bitter and sour taste of the so called medicine engulfs your tongue as Wolfwood forces it into your mouth. You don't want to taste the horror, so you swallow it quickly.

Wolfwood loosens his grip on your face and pulls away with a satisfied expression.

"Wasn't so bad, was it, baby bird?" he laughs.

"Bleh!" you let out a disgruntled noise and stick your tongue out. "I hate you!"

"I love you too, Doll!" He chuckles and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting off you. "You'll be better in an hour, promise!"

And that annoying fucker is right.

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anyasathenaeum · 1 year

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omg I loved that jealous Wolfwood 😳 may I ask how he would act in the opposite situation? like, reader is usually kinda sassy and he thinks she's not into him, but when she sees him flirting with someone else she gets all pouty and irritable - and he notices.

Mine, And Only Mine

A/N: Anon, WHAT A GOOD IDEA. Here, have a fic about it!

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader

"Does he have to be such an ass?" You hissed to yourself under your breath, glaring daggers as you watched Wolfwood flirting away with yet another random person at the saloon.

You knew Wolfwood wasn't doing anything to be an ass, at least, not more than usual - so why were you so upset?

"Jeez, (Y/N), if looks could kill, even Wolfwood would never be able to recover from the one you've been giving him for the past fifteen minutes," Meryl chuckled, causing heat to rise to your face and you to look away from where Wolfwood stood.

"No, it wouldn't," you ground out unconvincingly, to which Meryl just snorted in reply.

Within moments, you found yourself looking back at Wolfwood, feeling your heart sink just a bit lower and crack just a bit more as he let out a laugh at whatever the person he'd been flirting with had said.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Meryl suggested after watching you carefully for a few moments - she wasn't blind. She could see the heartbreak happening in your eyes.

To that, you simply laughed emptily, "And be heartbroken for sure when he rejects me with that stupid smirk on his face? Yeah, no. No, thanks, Meryl."

"Why do you think he'd reject you?" Meryl pressed, trying to find a way to make you realize that Wolfwood liked you much more than you thought he did.

You scoffed, "Look at him, Meryl! He's happily flirting away with everything that breathes directly in front of me. He knows I can see him, so he's doing it knowingly. That feels like enough to make me think he doesn't see me the way I see him."

You shoved yourself away from the table, a loud scraping sound ringing out as you stood up, your face becoming steely - a mask to hide the pain you were feeling.

"Sorry, Meryl, I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," You muttered over your shoulder before leaving the saloon altogether, not bothering to glance back at Wolfwood as you left. You figured the best thing you could do right now was go back to your hotel room, bury your face into your pillow, and scream until your throat was raw and your emotions could be contained again. Then, you could go back to your usual self.

However, what you hadn't noticed was a set of dark eyes watching you as you stood up and left the saloon. Wolfwood found himself frowning as you left - the expression on your face was one of discontent and hurt. While you wore a mask to hide your true feelings, you weren't that good. At least, not good enough to fool Wolfwood.

"What's up? You look kinda grumpy. That doesn't suit somebody as handsome as you!"

The person Wolfwood had been entertaining piped up, but Wolfwood's interest in them faded in the split second it took for you to leave the room.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks, it's been nice chattin' with ya," Wolfwood brushed the person off, turning on his heel and heading over to where Meryl was still sitting, leaving the person he had been talking to spluttering in confusion and outrage.

"What's up with (Y/N)?" Wolfwood asked, taking a seat next to Meryl, who just glared at him almost as hard as you had been glaring at him earlier, "Woah, what's with the look, little lady?"

"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life," Meryl snapped at him, "Seriously, how can somebody like you be so blind?"

"Blind? Blind to what? And you're being real harsh there, little lady, take a breather before you keel over," Wolfwood replied, his tone cool and collected but hiding his genuine confusion at to what Meryl was referring to.

Meryl just stood up, continuing to glare at him as she just retorted, "(Y/N). You just love torturing them, huh? Making them watch you flirt with others when they've been waiting for you to turn around all this time. Does that make you happy, you psychopath?"

After a couple seconds, Meryl's eyes went wide, "Oh, crap. I wasn't supposed to say that." She frantically turned towards Wolfwood, "You didn't hear any of that, understood?!"

With that, Meryl turned and just about sprinted out of the saloon, leaving Wolfwood to his thoughts and to decipher what she had just let slip about you.

Wolfwood just sat there, staring down at his drink blankly as he tried to process what had just happened. Torturing you? Why would him flirting with other people torture you? Unless-?

Wolfwood's eyes suddenly went wide. There was no way - were you... into him? But how could that be?

You were such a confident individual, always sassing Wolfwood every time he called you "sweetheart" or "angel" or made remarks about you or Meryl or Vash. You had no issues butting heads with Wolfwood and standing up to his teasing and his banter, which was one of the reasons he liked you so much.

He found you breathtaking - you were somebody Wolfwood always wanted to protect, but he respected you and truly liked you for who you were, sass and all. However, your confidence and sass and the way you didn't even flinch whenever he flirted with you, even jokingly, made Wolfwood believe you didn't like him the same way he liked you. Unless...

"I really have been blind," Wolfwood muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with his hand. Steeling himself, he chugged the last of his drink and stood up, his destination and goal clear in his mind - he was going to make his way straight to your room and he wasn't going to leave until he had spoken to you.

And Wolfwood did exactly that, walking all the way back to your hotel and knocking on your door with a closed fist. He could hear some quiet sniffling, and he felt his heart twist in his chest - were you crying? Because of him?

"Come on, sweetheart, don't leave me out here all night," Wolfwood called, trying to keep his tone teasing and light as he spoke through the door to you.

"Go away, Wolfwood."

Your voice was cold - surprisingly so. Wolfwood hadn't ever heard you sound like that in all the time he'd known you, even when you were mad. This was... something else.

He let out a slight sigh, letting his voice soften slightly, "Look, (Y/N), I know you're upset. I can hear it. I'm not leaving until you open this door, look me in the eye, and tell me to leave."

After a few moments, Wolfwood heard some shuffling behind the door, followed by the lock on your door opening and the doorknob turning as you opened the door.

Wolfwood felt his muscles twitch and he had to take a moment to stop himself from physically reacting to the sight of you - your eyes, oh, those beautiful eyes of yours were red and swollen. Tear tracks were evident on your cheeks and you were hiccupping softly as you looked up at him.

"Go away, Wolfwood. I don't... I don't want you here."

Your voice was quieter, less hard than before. It almost felt... empty. Wolfwood wasn't used to feeling his heart practically breaking in his chest - this expression on you, this empty quality to your voice, all of it was wrong.

"Is that the truth? If it's true, then send me away. Say it once again, and I'll leave."

Wolfwood's voice was equally quiet, surprisingly so, and serious. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer, and you could feel your body beginning to shake.

'Don't cry. Don't you dare cry, (Y/N). Not in front of him,' You thought to yourself, refusing to look up at Wolfwood because you knew that if you did, you would begin to sob all over again.

You just heard a soft sigh come from Wolfwood, before a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you so that you followed and found yourself back inside your room, door shut behind you and Wolfwood standing before you.

To your surprise, Wolfwood didn't speak a word for a surprisingly long time.

'I bet it's killing him,' You thought to yourself somewhat snidely.

However, after a few more moments of silence, Wolfwood did something that surprised you beyond reason - he stepped forward and slowly, but surely, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

Your eyes went wide as you felt Wolfwood embrace you - was this really happening?

"Oh, God, are you dying, Wolfwood?" You whispered hoarsely, trying not to make it evident that you were enjoying his embrace.

"Oh, shut it, sweetheart, I'm trying to be comforting and crap," Wolfwood snapped back, but you could tell from his tone that there was no heat behind it.

You let out a small laugh before allowing yourself to return his surprising embrace, "You're succeeding."

You could feel Wolfwood chuckle at your comment, his arms tightening around you a bit more as he became more comfortable with the idea of holding you.

"So, sweetheart, what's got you all riled up like this, huh?"

Wolfwood's tone was softer than you'd heard it - it was gentle and quiet, as if he were carefully treading around the topic and trying to initiate a dialogue with you, giving you a chance to open up to him if you felt comfortable to do so.

You took a deep, shaky breath, unsure if you were going to be able to bring up the truth of what upset you so badly to the man who had caused the upset.

"It was me. Wasn't it, (Y/N)? I got you this upset."

Wolfwood said it so suddenly and so seriously that you jerked backwards as if you had just experienced an electric shock, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

A small chuckle escaped Wolfwood's lips, "I saw the way you were glaring at me all evening, sweetheart. You're not subtle. I also saw you leave after you spoke to Meryl, and you didn't look back at me as you left. I'm the reason you're upset."

His astute observations left you speechless. And so, you simply looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. How were you going to tell him the truth?

However, before you could even begin to start to put together an explanation, Wolfwood just continued, "You know, sweetheart, for what it's worth, I've still been a pretty blind idiot myself."

That caused you to look back up at him, your eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean, Wolfwood?"

His signature smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing his hand under your chin to tilt your face up so that your faces were now mere centimeters apart. You could feel the heat rising to your face as your eyes flitted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Another soft chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down even closer until his lips were just barely brushing against yours, your heart thundering in your chest.

"You're mine, (Y/N). You're mine, and only mine. Got that, sweetheart?"

Before you could even answer, Wolfwood shifted slightly and closed the remaining distance between the two of you, his lips pressing up against yours fully in a passionate, heated kiss.

You found yourself reaching up to bury your hands in his dark hair, tugging him slightly so that you could kiss him deeper. After a few moments, Wolfwood strayed, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving marks all the way across your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips with every mark Wolfwood left.

Once the two of you broke apart, each of you panting gently, you had a dazed look on your face and half a dozen dark, reddish-purple marks down the side of your neck, and Wolfwood's hair was now beautifully tussled, his lips slightly kiss-swollen - he looked more handsome than you'd ever seen him before. Could this really be happening?

With a growl, Wolfwood just pulled you closer to him, his lips already returning to yours with a hunger.

"Mine."

It was going to be one hell of a night.

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tomatoswup · 10 months

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Cheer up!📣

summary: A cheerleading injury sure does hurt, and theres no one to cover you! Oh dear who else could help you in these daring times!

warnings/tags: cheerleader!reader,,,sharp shooter! Vash,,, injury,,,,University!AU/Modern!AU,,,,kinda suggestive? ur bf vash just looks good bestie,, self-concious vash,,, reader drags wolfwood with them b/c they made him drive,, Cheerleading at a football game,,,possessive vash(barely),,cheerleading outfit Vash :P,,,vash x reader,,,

⋆｡°✩inspir. from robin william's performance with the cheerleaders of the broncos

A/N: sorry for not putting anything up, it was a bit of a busy week and i needed some time away from looking at a screen for so long hehehe,,,here's another lil thingy i wanted to write when it popped up on my feed and by write i mean really wanted to write Enjoy!

p.s: i also opened a ko-fi if anyone wanted to donate a coffee!☕️

✨i’m also back on working on requests sorry for the late delays for those who sent one in! I will be working on them and trying to get them out as fast as I can!

The hard steps of heeled shoes on clean cut grass, the twirls of bodies and hips, and the glittering shine of outfits under the heat of the blistering sun.

Did you never get enough of it? No you didn't, maybe it was the charm to it!

...Okay definitely not the heat but the rush of the performance? Pretty fun!

Cheerleading was no easy feat especially if you get hurt during it.

And you were well known for not having the best luck.

"Coach please, I really need to perform, the routine isn't gonna look right if I'm not there-" You pleaded, limping behind your coach Roberto as he slowly walked to the sidelines.

A normal day of practice had quickly turned upside down when you accidentally tripped over your feet in the middle of the routine, bending your ankle in an odd way that you did not want to look at.

With a clipboard in his hands, the music continued to blast through the air as the rest of your teammates practiced just a bit away on the field. "As much as you wanna protest about it, I'm not putting you in. You hurt? Take a break." He rasped out.

Shit.

You watched as the realization grew on his face until he put a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose with a sigh "Now who the hell am I gonna find to take your place. No one in this damned place knows any of these moves besides you guys..."

You put a hand over your eyes in attempted to stop getting blinded from the sun, momentarily looking back at your team. The upcoming performance was against a pretty much bigger university and you knew ya'll couldn't let everyone down.

Who else could take your spot-

And it were if a lightbulb went off on top of your head, you gasped out at the memory. Maybe there was one person.

Out of all the times you've been unsure if you were doing a routine right, those insecure times in need of help, you've always gone to one person with a bit of a sharp eye.

"I think I know someone..."

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Vash liked to help people.

Well, it wasn’t a like really but more of a love. Sometimes he found himself trying to do the best he could for those who he loved and cherished even though he doesn't really know if he could.

A bit of a fault in the Saverem's head.

But he never really thought he would've been presented with something like this.

"Uh, I don't know about this... I don't think I'll pull it off."

"I think you'll look great Vash! Honestly, I really wouldn't know how to repay you if you did!" You cheekily smiled at your boyfriend, both of his hands clasped in your own as the both of you sat on your dorm room bed.

Really? He couldn't help but nervously laugh "I don't know if these-" You let go of his hands as he reached over and held up the garments that you had laid out next to you, the tips of his ears turning red from the thoughts. You wore this?

Thighs out, a cut top that showed more than he would've liked to the public, jeez Vash wanted to just wrap you in a blanket and hold you down until everything was over!

You definitely pulled this off but him?

"-Will fit me."

"Don't worry about it Vash, they’re stretchy!" You reassured him.

But you still saw the look uncertainty on him, his mouth tilted in a small pout and an eyebrow raised upwards, making you exhale and give him a soft smile.

"You don't have to do this for me ya’ know? Seriously, I can always perform next season, I mean this sprained ankle isn’t gonna heal quick so maybe I should listen to Roberto about this. “

“No.” Vash abruply cut you off, taking you aback when he turned the other way, hiding his face away from you.

Shit, did you bother him? This was a big favor after all, you couldn't blame him for saying no. You would've said it yourself if you had been asked too.

'Maybe it's too much for him...' You thought, before putting a hand up to put on his shoulder.

“Actually Vash, maybe I'll just rest. I can always tell Roberto change the routine or something! I know you have your shooting competition soon-“

Hearing Vash mumble under his breath, you leaned in closer, not having caught what he said. "What did you say?"

“...I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna do it. I'm worried if the outfit looks bad on me.” He spoke up before turning back to you, giving you a cheeky smile before setting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

"But I really don't think the shoes are gonna fit.."

And before you knew it, two weeks had passed and you watched on from the large bleachers at the field below as the fans roared all around the arena before the start of the game.

"So Vash did this willingly?" Vash's roommate Wolfwood flatly asked, leaning back lazily in his seat as you fixed the red jacket on your shoulders belonging to the spiked hair blonde.

"Yeah, he did."

Wolfwood crossed his arms, staring out towards the field as the countdown began ticking to its final seconds in a moments thought "Hope you taught him well."

You leaned to the side towards Wolfwood "I swear I'll pay for your gas Wolfwood."

"I don't think you understand, I had to really drive your ass all the way over here instead of indulging in my beauty sleep." He put a offended hand to his chest.

Did he really think you could've drove there with a swollen ankle?

"...I won't tell Milly you took her welcome lollipops from the entry way the last time you visited."

Wolfwood's head snapped to you, shooting you a glaring squint under his black sunglasses whilst earning a mischievous thumbs-up from yourself.

It was only a few seconds before he swiped his hand out and slapped the side of your knee "Just watch your damn boyfriend already."

Thank you for your patronage~

And when the buzzer rang, you really couldn't hear shit but the screams of football fans as the music began, and that infamous intro you've trained to for the last few weeks boomed out.

God, you kinda hoped he didn't second guess himself, as much as he was clumsy at moments, throughout all the time you've gotten to know him his memory did not fail him one bit.

Just breathe and go with the flow.

Thats what you told him the night before when he left back to his room, having practiced one more time with you.

You hoped he took it what you said to heart.

"Look! The cheerleaders are coming out!" A small girl that had been sitting behind you exclaimed with a pointing finger.

And out ran your team from the break hallway and into the field and in line. One by one, you quickly scanned the running line of cheerleaders crossing the field until you spotted the very out of place tall blonde.

Gotcha cutie!

Running out and following the line leader, Vash's white gloved hand waved towards the crowd as everyone screamed out, both in anticipation and surprise.

"WHO IS THAT?!"

"That's the uni's #1 sharp shooter! Vash The Stampede!"

"What is he doing there!?"

"Maybe he's promoting his team?"

Or maybe you should've gotten some binoculars because why was your boyfriend putting that outfit to work? Sure he was fit and all but damn.

A short white cropped top that ended at his waist with decorative diamond lining and a matching skirt and white heeled boots, the white shiny outfit was one reminiscing a more western look this performance and honestly you weren't mad... How did you never notice your boyfriend had hips?

Nope, not mad at all..

"GO VASH GO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as the cheerleaders got in place. Picking up the pom-poms from the ground, with one hand on the hip and the other thrown up into the air, you watched as he was the last to put his hand up.

"LET'S GO!"

And with one hip sway, did the Vash slay.

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