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meow-sus · 1 year

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Idk how to use this thing, man

Anyways. I recently started writing smaller pieces on my notebook and this is the first of them. Longer fics can be found on my AO3 but I thought posting these there would be weird so I decided to give this place a shot

Hope this works and nice to meet you all

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Meryl takes refuge in the truck. She might have always done that, it’s not like Wolfwood pays her too much attention—or she might have started it after he started this thing with Vash the Stampede. The blond idiot lays their sleeping bags next to each other, like he had done for the past week.

“I’ll take the first watch today,” Wolfwood heard him say.

Wolfwood doesn’t ask. He simply sits down on his sleeping bag, feeling the soft sands shift under him. Soon the sparkly particles will mold to the shape of his body. Something tells him that Vash will take the entire night watch by himself again; but it doesn’t hurt to leave a “wake me up when it’s time”. For some reason, he would rather endure the quizzical glances from his traveling companions than waking up Wolfwood in the middle of the night.

Roberto takes his spot far from the two of them and makes sure to stay out of sight. Wolfwood can almost believe that they’re the only ones stranded in the desert night. The dry planet does little to retain the sun’s warmth when the night falls and Wolfwood can’t help but shiver as he settles in the sleeping bag and the cool fabric comes into contact with the back of his neck.

“Are you cold?” Vash starts to search for something that can help. “I might have a blanket somewhere. Or you can have my coat—”

“I’m fine.” The fluffy golden hair on the top of his head ruffles in the wind. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Hmm?” Vash smiles. “I’ll be fine. Sleep well.”

“Wake me up if you need help.” Wolfwood tries again. The sand dunes around them are empty of movements. There are no signs of life no matter where he looks, in fact.

“I will. But I’ll do my best to protect you; good night.”

His intact right hand comes to rest on Wolfwood’s torso, the touch quiet and ambiguous through the sleeping bag. He feels himself relax nevertheless. No one has tucked him in in a very, very long time. He wonders if the other man also feels better sleeping by someone’s side.

Protect me? He wants to laugh. The man wanted by Millions Knives and has a bounty of six million on his head? What more can he focus on other than staying alive?

The bullets. Words. Scorching sun. Freezing cold when the sun is down. SIckness. Running out of resources: water, food. Betrayal. Words. His past: living in it, and forgetting it. Someone who wants to kill him. Death. Pain.

None of it as terrifying as losing sight of the man he’s found himself falling for.

“Protect me from what?” Wolfwood still asks, eyes searching for an answer on Vash’s face. How will you protect me when you destroy me the most?

The other man lowers his gaze; somehow his eyes still glimmer like stars dotting the vast universe. “Anything you’re scared of,” he whispers.

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Meowsus 5/21

#trigun stampede #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #bite sized fic #complete

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I turned this thirst into a fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Vash starts emitting sexy pheromones that leave you desperate for his cock. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.5k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, dubcon, vaginal sex, rough sex, size kink, mild dumbification, plantfucking, body horror/weird plant biology, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, Vash has a biting kink, self objectification (does that even make sense?), knotting, creampie, cockwarming.

It was just past midnight. The moons were looming high in the sky, illuminating the desolate land surrounding the town you and Vash had taken refuge in. Your face was pressed against the window, gazing out into the sandy void.

“You see the sky tonight?” you asked.

Vash didn’t bother responding. You turned around and saw his dejected form.

“You’re lookin’ more wistful than usual.”

He was sprawled out on the bed, leaving you little to no room. The lodge you were holed up in only had a single room vacant and of course there was but one measly bed. It was a good enough sized one though; it could definitely provide comfort for you and the gangly mess of a man you called a travel companion.

Vash merely sighed in response to your question and stared up at the ceiling.

His gaze was flat, not a hint of sparkle to his blue-green eyes. His sweet face was held hostage by a delightfully adorable pout. Thoughts of biting down on his bottom lip swirled around you, leaving you flustered and throbbing. You hoped whatever was troubling him wasn’t too serious because otherwise your current state would be disrespectful.

“What’s wrong?” you prodded, taking a seat on the bed. You tried to sound as dry as humanly possible.

He turned his head towards you and gave you the weakest, most pathetic smile. A smile that inspired no faith in what it sought to imply.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he answered sweetly.

You glared at him. “Fine. I—Well… I guess I’m going to sleep.” You paused awkwardly. “Goodnight.”

Vash scooted over, granting you space on the mattress. You crawled into place, not bothering to cover yourself with the musty bedding. It smelled too much like sand.

You rolled onto your side, your back facing Vash. You held yourself in a fetal position in hopes it would keep you warm. In a perfect world you’d just snuggle up next to him and leech off the heat his body seemed to radiate. But you didn’t live in a perfect world; you lived in a sandy, inhospitable land.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Such a perceptive one he was.

“A little,” you lied.

“Get under the blankets then,” he suggested.

“No. They smell like sand and… I don’t know, like, armpit sweat.”

He let out a tiny laugh. “I can’t argue with you there.”

You wriggled your shoulders in discomfort. You wanted to curl up next to Vash like a kitten, but with his current mood it just didn’t seem feasible. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him so you would have to bear the drafty room on your own. It would only be for a night; you could handle it.

However after about five minutes of shivering in painful silence, you turned over and faced Vash. He was on his side, facing you. His eyes were shut, his dark lashes catching the moonlight streaming through the windows.

You gently nudged him. “Hey.”

He briefly frowned, but stayed asleep.

You nudged him once more, this time much harder.

“Vash!”

His eyes shot open and he jerked back.

“Ouch! Why are you being so aggressive?”

“I have a question,” you said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Ask away.”

“Can we spoon, or snuggle, or something?”

“Uh—”

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I know you… are like… You’ve got something on your mind and I don’t wanna—”

The radiant grin he gave you calmed your nerves. He pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Your face was buried into his neck. He smelled like freshly washed linens, undercut by a strange earthy, honey-like scent, a creamy florescent. The chills that cursed your body melted away in his presence.

“Thank you,” you muttered, voice muffled by Vash’s sweet skin.

You inhaled deeply and pressed your body up against his. He felt tense, like his muscles were frozen in place.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“It’s stupid,” he whined.

“I don’t care.”

He paused and took a few slow breaths, preparing himself for the question he was about to pose.

“I really like you and—”

“You wanna fuck me, huh?” you asked, your face adorned with a cat-like grin. You had never been so forward before, but something seemed to possess you.

“Of course I do.” He groaned. “But I can’t because… it’s complicated. And intense.”

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

He rolled onto his back and hid his face behind his hands.

“It’s just different, alright?”

You crawled on top of him, unable to help yourself. His aura was whipping you into a frenzy, the lovely scent emanating from his skin growing stronger and luring you in.

“I like different,” you purred.

He gulped. “I should tell you—”

You didn’t let him speak.“I don’t care what happens.”

Vash blushed. “Let me finish.”

You groaned but relented. “Fine. But be quick.”

“I haven’t, uh, you know… in a while. And when that happens my body produces these pheromones that are supposed to attract a mate.”

“A mate?” you asked, voice wavering. You liked Vash and wanted to fuck him, but mate implied somewhat of a large commitment.

“No! Not a mate! It, well, it makes people want to—”

“Fuck you?” you asked, biting down on your upper lip.

He nodded. “And they kinda… drive me crazy too.” He tacked on a nervous laugh. “Sometimes I can’t control myself which isn’t fair because, well, whoever is… uh… they do whatever I want them to.”

Your cunt was growing wetter by the second.

“So that’s why I want you to use me so bad.”

His eyes were wide, almost sparkling. His cheeks were rosy and the scent emanating from him grew stronger.

You felt as if the room was enveloped in a sensuous haze that seeped into your skin, flowing through your veins. It was consuming you, eating away at your thoughts, leaving behind visions of Vash tossing your legs over your shoulders and driving his cock into your weeping cunt. Your body was growing warmer, almost unbearably so. Every inch of you ached for him. You would know no peace until his body was lording over yours and filling you up with his cum.

“I just.” He averted your lingering gaze. “It’s embarrassing. I hate getting like that. When I do all I can think about is pinning someone down and fucking them until they can’t see straight.”

“That sounds amazing,” you said dreamily.

Your manner of speaking was much more provocative than it usually was. Your tongue seemed to linger on the letters, leaving each one coated in a honey-like tone. There was almost a hint of a tumultuous moan when you said “aammmaaaaaziiingg.”

Vash looked uncomfortable, but willing. His hands were gripping the sheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

“I know you want me,” you teased, rocking your hips against his. “I’m not lying when I say you can do whatever you want to me. You need it. I know you do.” You cupped his face in your gentle hands. “Let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.”

He laughed. “It’s not, but…”

“Hush,” you said, grabbing a hold of his cock.

It was swollen, begging for release.

You lowered yourself down and pulled down the soft, worn cotton pants he liked to sleep in. His cock sprung up, standing completely upright. The tip was engorged and pink. You rubbed it with the pad of your thumb and watched as Vash winced. His brows knitted together in ecstatic agony.

A few thick veins snaked around his shaft. You ghosted your fingers over them and reveled in his desperate whines. You looked up at him with starved eyes, darkened by your devotion and desire. You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You grabbed ahold of his cock and stroked it while you rolled your tongue against the tip, savoring the sweet taste of his precum.

He let out a low groan as you pumped his leaky cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently pushed down. You dropped your hand and decided to let your mouth do the work.

Vash eased your head further down, until the entirety of his length filled your mouth. Spit was trickling from the corners of your mouth and tears crept out from the corners of your eyes. He began to thrust, sending the tip of his cock into the back of your throat. You were steadfast and breathed through your nose, fighting your gag reflex.

“Your mouth fe—feels so good,” he stammered.

You placed your hands on his muscled thighs to push yourself off of his cock, but you felt what appeared to be downy feathers sprouting from his skin. It threw you off for a moment before you remembered what you wanted to say.

“Wait until you feel my pussy,” you bragged.

His eyes almost seemed to glow. He gave you a boyish smile before pushing you onto your back with a swiftness that left you in awe. His hands wandered down your body, pawing at your clothes, desperately trying to take them off. Your body felt electric as he undressed you. Each time his warm, slender fingers grazed your skin your body pulsed with delight.

He kissed your neck before letting his sharp canines graze your tender skin. You hummed in delight, and laced your fingers through his silky hair. He rutted up against your body, the tip of his cock teasing your clit. You whimpered every time it made contact.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping at your breast. He flicked his tongue against your nipple. He sucked on it, holding it between his soft lips. You relished in the sound of him lapping away. You held onto his shoulders, feeling spiny quills erupting from his scapulae.

“Vash,” you whimpered. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. The quills from his back grew longer and denser. You pricked your finger on one of the sharp tips. You winced in pain and moved your hand down to the small of his back. You watched as the spiny quills became more feather-like. They were pale and iridescent and they left you transfixed. They were so beautiful. They soon covered his back and made their way down his arms. You ran your hand down the length of them. They were soft and sleek, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“So pretty,” you muttered.

Vash lifted his head from your breast.

“Hm?”

A cluster of eyes has formed in the middle of his forehead. It disturbed you briefly, but the feeling of his cock throbbing against your thigh was enough to make you forget about it.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, stroking his cheek.

You kissed him, pushing your tongue past his teeth. He held you close and you felt like your body was melting into his. You wanted to become a part of him. He slid his fingers into your cunt, spreading apart your folds. You groaned in frustration. His fingers weren’t enough. You needed his cock.

“Please just fuck me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

He looked up at you with all of his dazed eyes and wordlessly nodded. He slowly guided his cock inside you. You gasped as your cunt stretched around it. You buried your face into his neck, hoping to mute your cries of pleasure. His thrusts were gentle and deliberate. You could feel that he was holding back.

“Is it too much?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You shook your head. “More.”

He gave you a concerned look. “More?”

“Yeah. Fuck me like I’m a whore.”

Vash nearly choked on his own spit.

“C’mon,” you purred. “You know you want to.”

“I can’t. It’ll be too much.”

“My body can take it.”

He frowned. “I could really hurt you.”

“I like it when it hurts,” you said, tightening your cunt around his cock. You kissed him again and held his bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m your toy. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Vash looked at you, holding your gaze, clearly weighing his options. Once he made up his mind an impish grin made its way across his face and he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

His thrusts were significantly more intense than they were previously. He drove his cock into your cunt with a fervor you had never experienced. His cocktip pushed up against your cervix, sending a sharp sensation to your core. You became a panting, moaning mess. You were falling apart at the seams, your body as limp as a doll’s. Vash was able to manipulate your body with ease, essentially folding you in half, leaving your knees close to your face.

You looked up at him as his wings spread out, nearly engulfing you. It was hard to believe this was the same Vash you wandered the desert with. You never would have thought the doughnut eating dork could be so feral. You knew he wasn’t a human, but his true nature being so alien never occurred to you.

As he fucked your limp body into the mattress, you felt your orgasm begin to bloom in your stomach. Your breathing became labored and all you could think about was coming all over his cock.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more and more frantic. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and whimpers. You were lost in his presence, completely enamored and consumed by it. Your vision blurred and you saw nothing but white as you came. A deluge of fluids dripped from your cunt and coated his cock. You felt like you had ascended to heaven, leaving No Man’s Land in the dust.

Vash continued to thrust as his cock swelled inside you. Spurts of his slippery cum filled your cunt. He exhaled deeply and allowed your legs to fall to the side and laid down on top of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath and let the rapture you were entangled in fade away.

“I’m sorry,” he said bashfully, lifting himself up.

His cock was still buried inside you.

“Why…” You struggled to find your words. “Why are you… sorry?”

“Because! I didn’t want you to ever see me like this. I look like a freak.”

You ran your hand along his wings and made an effort to make eye contact with the cluster of ones on his forehead.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just saying that because you're high off my pheromones,” he scoffed.

You giggled. “Maybe. But you’re still very pretty.”

You rubbed the short feathers that had sprouted along the apples of his cheeks. He sighed in relief and nuzzled his face into your neck. His cock continued to throb inside you and likely would for a while. You didn’t mind though. Laying under Vash, shielded by his wings from the harsh world outside, was all you could want in such a harsh and unforgiving world.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #trigun x reader #.fics #.trigun #.vash #reader insert #x reader

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simping-overload · 8 months

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'𝟐𝟑 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐩

note: All of these can be subjected to change

fandoms: genshin impact, honaki star rail, bungo stray dogs, trigun stampede, modern warfare 2, jujutsu kaisen, obey me,

ヾthis is a multi-fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 - (𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟏-𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟕)

Day 1 - Zhongchi

including: cock hungry childe, zhongli has 2 dicks, slight overstimulation, begging, using hydro as a lube, happy arranged marriage plot

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including: bondage, excessive use of vibrators, multiple orgasms, gn reader

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including: vampire sampo, bitting, blindfolds, edging,

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including: aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, begging, gn reader

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including: overstimulation, degradation and praise, smei-public sex, fucking in a library

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including: playboy bunny diluc, body worship, blowjobs, throat fucking, amab reader

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smokeygrayrabbits · 11 months

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wolfwood cooking for vash, but because hes so used to only cooking for the orphanage he makes way too much. bros used to cooking industrial sized meals and has no concept of how to shrink the recipe. wolfwood starts freaking out over food waste because that's completely unacceptable on a desert planet, especially out in no man's land. he was trying to plan a cute lil date night! now he has to run around giving out food in this asshole town full of asshole people who have been less than accepting of vash and his vashness.

except that vash, little mister no I don't deserve to eat or I don't need to you should have it is a plant. a walking talking generator who, unlike his almond mom of a brother, does actually need to eat. a lot. sure, he refuses to eat most of the time out of either guilt or not wanting to take up precious resources, but he's still hungry all the time. the same hunger that drives his brother to save their sisters. plants give and they give and they give but that takes a toll. all that energy has to come from somewhere, and if they're locked inside away from each other, it can't come from the sun or from food or be supported. it comes directly from them, leaving the plants sick and exhausted, energy, life, slipping away from them, through their fingers like grains of sand.

properly cared for plants powered spaceships and supported the entire human race for years with ease. mistreated plants sent humanity crashing to the ground. vash hasn't been properly cared for a day in his life, definitely not since the fall. he's never had enough food, enough rest, enough care to be truly sated, until he walks into the abandoned house they were staying for the night and sees wolfwood standing over a giant pot of something that's already making vashs mouth water making his too sharp teeth ache with the nerf to chew on something, he'll have to file them down again soon. wolfwoods standing over that big pot of heaven, and vash is to zeroed in on the pot to notice the distraught look on his partners face.

wolfwood, too worried about the massive amounts of impending food waste, didn't notice the tears gathering in vash's eyes or the exited little purr in his throat when he shakily whispers

"is. . . is that all for me?"

yeah spikey. it is. he knows he messed up ok you don't have to be a dick about it WOAH. ok. tackle hug. cool. cool cool cool. this is fine and normal. spikeys just squeezing the life out of Nick, carrying him over to the pot with a spoon in hand and absolutely inhaling the dinner wolfwood made that could feed an army. homy shit he's already a third of the way through it ok damn spikey.

wolfwood is so in awe (and also worried about vash choking at the speed he's eating) that it takes him a minute to register the tears still leaking down vashs face and the little mumbles of thank you thank you that hes whispering out between bites and oh. by some miracle,

wolfwood gets it.

he swipes the serving spoon out of vash's mouth, smooths over the betrayed look with a kiss to his forehead and a hand over spikey hair, and wrangles vash over to the table wolfwood had oh so carefully set earlier, lest it be anything but perfect for their little date night, and deposites vash into a chair with another kiss to his cheek.

wolfwood carries a bowl over to vash, places it in front of him and places the chair that had been on the other end of the table right at vash's side, because hed have to be deaf dumb and blind to not read that need for closeness right now in vash's desperate gripping earlier. he places a spoon in one of vash's hands and links his own through the other, and vash eats. and no food goes to waste.

#vash the stampede #trigun headcanons #trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #vashwood

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drunkenlionwrites · 1 year

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vash with someone petite. The fear of breaking you but at the same time wanting to absolutely wrecking you in bed is just too hot <3333

nonnie, I've got you. team shorties! 💪🏻

Vash has always made love to you with so much trepidation. How could he not? Here you were, so tender and delicate, so pliant underneath him. Your beautiful small hands were almost half the size of his. He was so afraid to hold your slim wrists with too much strength, to press his pelvis against yours too rapidly, his dick going inside you too deep to cause you more pain than pleasure. You were his Mayfly, his tender flower, his angel, yet he wanted to ruin you so badly. He wanted to see your blissed and completely fucked out face. He tried to restrain himself, tried to be more gentle, more loving, but once he felt you bucking your hips up to meet his, it was over. He groaned a bit and started fucking you harder, faster, holding you up by your hips to bring your body in the position for you to take more of him. He wanted to wholly fill you. The feeling of your much smaller body under him just driving him crazy and making him feel completely torn. Vash knew that you've felt good cause you haven't mouthed your safe word and by the way you panted and moaned into his ear, so he continued his brutal pace until he felt you hold your breath and scratch his back with your nails seconds before pulsing around his cock so deliciously. It didn't take him long to come after all these sensations, growling deeply and biting your shoulder as he came.

#vash x reader #trigun x reader #vash x you #vash headcanons #vash smut #trigun x you #trigun smut #lion blurbs #lion thots

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tomatoswup · 1 year

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good night ☾ 2

summary: having the Vash plushie as a companion is a big help but sometimes you can't help but think about the past. Vash plushie to the rescue!

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, fluff? vash plushie is such a sweetheart :'),

A/N: i can't help but bring my angst urges into things okay im sORRY LMAOOKDNSLKNF but fr i 100% believe the plushie is gonna try to cheer you up when you're sad like ugh u lil cute thing plz. Hope yall enjoy this lil thing! am waiting for june to come

To be honest, the cute little guy really helped you a lot mentally, stopping those depressing filled nights and nightmares that you’ve had after that event from engulfing your conscious.

Has it been 2 years already? Time flies doesn't it? You never really noticed how aware the plushie was until he asked you if you were alright one night.

Sometimes he’d cuddle against your cheek to, in his words, "help" you sleep, and other times he’d sleep under your blanket, but the poor thing had nightmares of its own too.

Often times you’d catch him whimper and curl into a small ball in his sleep, to which you couldnt help but put your hand out and softly rub the top of his head with your finger to soothe the poor plushie.

But the lil’ thing was a trooper! He’s up the next morning urging you to get some donuts for breakfast and man.

You've never seen the plushie so happy that he almost popped a stitch! He ran around in circles, jumping up and down around your feet so much when you came back to your camp with a box of them that you kinda got scared you were gonna step on him.

"The pink one!" He screeched out, elated as you picked out a pink sprinkled donut and handed it to him. The damn donut was the same size as himself!

"Hey! Be careful!" You shouted out, watching as the small figure tumbled down a small sand hill with the donut, causing you to sweatdrop.

Why'd he kinda look like a tumbleweed....

You heard him squeak out from below, before seeing him cutely hop up to your temporary camp, a big bite already visible on the donut as the nibs of his arms held it up above his head "I-Im okay!"

“Good! I don’t think I have any sewing supplies to fix you bud.” You grinned as he waddled over to where you sat at the fire.

"What'cha making?" He curiously asked as he peeked around your ankle. Poking at the cooking fire, you looked down at him, the blue beady eyes of his staring into the fire "Well, I'm cooking some chicken I had left-over from the other day." You smiled down at him as he jumped up and down "FOOD!"

You couldn't help but giggle at the excitement the plushie gave out, how did he even digest things? You haven't really seen him eat anything during his time traveling with you but maybe that was a question for another time.

"Ya know," You couldn't help but say "I think my friend would've liked you.." You softly smiled, turning to the fire as you turned the roasting chicken.

"Friend?" He tilted his head "What friend?" You stared on into the fire, the wind blowing the heat mildly into your face "You haven't met him, but it was a friend I deeply loved."

"You loved him?"

"..." You couldn't help but put your knee up to rest your head on "Yeah, I did. But they passed a few years ago." You heard the plushie take another bite of his donut before coming up and plopping down to sit beside you "Never got to tell him I did though.." You quietly chuckled as the plushie looked up at you, a dead stare had been painted on your face as if it were a past that hurt to touch.

The Vash plushie stayed quiet before taking another bite of his donut "Well, I think you're a very pleasant person to be with! I mean, you've taken care of me pretty well!" He squeaked out "You treat others with the respect they give back! You're a kind person!" His feet started moving up and down.

"I think he would've loved you too."

AWWWWWWWALSFfknsk

You couldn't help but let out tears at the comforting words the plushie provided you as he patted your leg, telling you it was okay and that you weren't a bad person for having continued with your life without him. To which he proceeded to trying to do cartwheels to cheer you up you didn't want to admit it kind worked. But at some point you asked him to stop because the poor thing had been on its 5th failed attempt, every time belly-flopping onto the ground.

"Okay okay, I'm okay now Vash!" Trying to get the lil' guy to stop, you took a whiff of the air before freezing "I-Is the chicken burning?"

"Yup!"

GODDAMN IT-

You owed this plushie another donut.

And the night passed, you having slept better than most other nights. But the two of you had to hit the road again, getting packed up and ready to go by the morning.

Back in his usual place in the pocket of your shirt, he put up an arm nib and pointed it forwards "LET'S GOOO!" Snorting at his burst of energy, you began your stride in the sand once again with the map in hand.

"We're not far from getting to the city, I'm estimating one more day before we arrive." You said, fixing the hat on your head from the glaring sun before squinting ahead at something that caught your eye "You see that too right?"

The plushie's eyebrows furrowed as he copied you, squinting and physically pushing himself forwards to see if he could see closer "A man?"

The sight of a man in black stuck out like a sore thumb in the tanned desert just a few feet away from the two of you. A grey motorcycle propped up next to him as the man tuned and did something to the metal's gears.

He looked a bit familiar, too familiar.

"I think I know hi-" You wondered out before the plushies' loud and high pitched scream interrupted you.

"HELLOOOOOO!!!!"

The man turned and there you were met with a pair of sunglasses and the mischievous grin of someone whos' gospels often had you wanting to beat him half to death.

"Well well! Fancy meeting you here!"

oh god....

#vash x reader #vash the stampede imagine #vash the stampede #trigun imagines #trigun headcanons #trigun #trigun maximum #trigun drabble #vash plushie #fluff #trigun fluff

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eggsaladsandwhic · 1 year

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Knives Headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

This is for my upcoming Poly CollegeAU Knives x OC x Vash fanfic and it's 2am and I gotta get my brainwaves out.

SFW and General

Nai is a double major in both Environmental Justice and Science

Likes taking philosophy classes it helps him understand humanity a bit more.

Probably autistic or at least on the spectrum

Is struggling with Bipolar and it hits him hard sometimes

College life is hard when you're a plant and he's trying his best to fit in

Speaking of Plants I've got this weird idea that Nai is definitely like a carnivorous plant (usually some species have barbs or thorns to trap their prey in)

Will not go to parties or bars (...Vash makes him every once and a while, but will not admit to being perceived whatsoever.

Likes fruity and sour wines

Absolute book nerd

Gets end of the semester burnt out depression (me too ngl)

Is the cook of the apartment surprisingly, he has learned to like some human cuisine. He's an alright cook but is a heavy meat and vegetables kinda guy (don't ask him to bake it makes him impatient)

Probably in a couple on campus band ensembles

Gets hit on and flirted with a lot and really hates it

Sleeps only with those soft af blankets and prefers to be cold rather than hot, and he usually needs to hug in his sleep, hence the blankets.

Likes the idea of love, especially a platonic to romantic type of affection

He's just so bitter about the fact that a human would likely never want him for what he really is

Touch adverse but even more touch starved

He's got to like someone for them to even be in his personal bubble

Actions over words

Vash and him both have a Mate for life concept so wanting to choose that special someone is really hard

So many goddamn hair products but the soft hair is worth it

NSFW ⚠️ Below

Okay shifting gears here now for ✨ The Spice✨ (NSFW)

Big dick energy - thinking around 8.5 hard

Prehensile penis and def looking like a softly barbed tentacle

Petals like a flowering butterwort, white to purple

Back to my carnivorous plant idea but this man is FERAL in bed - bites and makes plenty of noises

Aphrodisiac pre-cum, topical and ingestible

VIRGIN (this man hates people with a firey passion)

However does own one of those clear Fleshlights especially if he goes into rut

Has to go a couple rounds otherwise he feels frustrated even on a normal night

Amazing stamina and recovery time

Has a medium sex drive but the more stressed out the lower it is

This man has to Top, he'd really have to trust his partner to bottom and lose control like that (BUT THATS EXACTLY WHAT HE'S LOOKING FOR)

Don't let him get pussy drunk it's a bad idea for either party

Since I'm going for at least semi-realistic sex (especially with a dimensional being) in this fic I'll be honest and say he would accidentally hurt you and it crushes his soul

As much as I love self indulgent smut I think a human would have a hard time keeping up with a horny plant

Would bite either way too hard, overstimulate you too much, accidentally flung one of his knives into your side, started going marathon mode and having to literally slap him out of it

Usual kinks- Praise, hair pulling, breeding, choking, Size kink

Unusual - Blood, prey/predator dynamic

Wrote till I needed to sleep oopsies anyways please fill my brain with more ideas I'm begging 🙏

#trigun #millions knives #knives x reader #fanfic #headcanon #trigun smut #trigun stampede

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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I just found youre blog and i absoulutely love it 😍🥹

I have my period right now and just need comfort because my period always gets like really bad so maybe a period comfort OS with vash and wolfwood separately

That would be really cool

Sorry for my bad English BTW it's not my first language have a nice day <3

Thank you! And okay I was just thinking about this, how much it would suck to have your Period on this planet. Like I would hope in the far-off future we would just be able to get rid of the whole period thing in general >.< I hope you feel better! I did a combination of headcanons and a short story for this one.

Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D Wolfwood comforting their s/o (Separate) while they are on their period

Vash

So sweet, and so concerned! Will literally get you anything you want does not matter what you ask for please don't get mad at him though very sensitive

If you cry he's crying right with you lol doesnt matter what reason he’ll just hold you and cry

Gets like the whole damn store for you, every product, every type of chocolate, every pain relief, he's trying very hard to help you ;p;

Wishes he could get rid of any you have right away, hates to see you in pain ):

You clutch your stomach, groaning for the millionth time it feels like. You curled up on your side in some hotel room bed, well it was a nice bed at least Vash paid extra double dollars for it. If you didn't feel like shit, you would’ve felt bad about spending extra money on unnecessary things but you didn't care.

A gentle hand on your side startles you, looking up at Vash’s smiling face. “How are you feeling.'' Usually the question would annoy you, but Vash asks it so sincerely you can’t be mad. “Okay, will you stay?” You pout at him, and you know he can’t refuse you not like this. You watch him blush, maybe if you felt better, you tease him, but instead make grabby hands at him.

Vash gets into the bed behind you, he hesitates before putting his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Sighing contently, you grab his metal arm, placing it right on your stomach. It's warm, yet cool to the touch and it feels just perfect. You hear him laugh, “You're just using me as a heater aren't you.”

“Yes, and you are very good at it.” You say with a smile, closing your eyes hoping to get some sleep, you feel Vash place a kiss to the back of your head. Your grip on his wrist tightens, holding his hand close as a silent thank you.

Wolfwood

He means really well :) but is really useless. What size pussy do you have?

Mans has no idea what he's doing and wants to help lots of internal panicking like he's this close to biting the bullet and asking someone else for help you tell him it's really not that serious.

He’ll do something really simple and sweet for you like get you chocolate or like a stuffed animal, he has no clue what to do when you burst into tears in front of him like he panics hard lol

Feels bad that you're in pain, and offers you a chance to shoot the punisher when you're like “Nick wtf?” he's just like shrug it makes me feel better to blow stuff up

You watch Wolfwood amused as you prop yourself up on your elbow on the bed, you watch as he fumbles with the bags in his hands as he sets them on the bed causing you to sit up fully. “Was it a fun trip?” You tease, he gives you a look. “The store clerk looked at me like I was an idiot.”

You ‘hum’ eyes shining when you pull out some chocolate he got you, “It's not my fault you believed me about the magic period reliever patch.” Maybe you sent him on a wild goose chase, it was better then snapping at him for hovering so much. “Thought it was a nicotine patch or something.” he mutters beside you, joining you on the bed.

Nearly dropping the chocolate bar from laughing too hard, Wolfwood swipes it from your hands and breaks a piece off to have some. You pout at him, making sure to give him extra big puppy dog eyes and he gives it back to you with a huff. You enjoy the treat in silence, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks” and you mean it, happy to have him here with you to help, even if something as simple as getting you a sweet treat.

He puts an arm around your shoulder pulling you in close, you can tell he’s embarrassed. You decided you won’t tease about it, at least for right now.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash imgaine #vash imagines #vash x reader #vash the stampede #vash x you #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x you #wolfwood imagine #wolfwood x reader #trigun stampede imagine #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun x reader

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messier-jin · 1 year

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Some Love

So... I’m back. And I’m so surprised my previous post received so much attention! Thank you! I’m here to deliver more of the thoughts that keep me up at night. Accept this reader with love handles/thunder thighs being loved by Trigun characters.

I hope you’ll enjoy!

Content warnings: Selft doubts, some groping, fluff, reader has love handles, reader has thunder thighs, implied nsfw on some parts.

Characters: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Millions Knives, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson. (Maybe I’ll do a sequel with other characters when I’ll feel confident enough to write about them...)

Song I listened to while writing: Some Love by DREAMCATCHER.

Vash the Stampede

First thing first,Vash loves you with his whole heart. And he adores every single part of you. He thinks you’re perfect, inside and out.

So obviously, he loves your love handles. It makes more you for him to love!

If you ever talk bad about your body, it would literally break his heart as if he was the one being talked bad about. And look, now, you’ve made the boy cry!

Vash can and will worship your body to prove you how much he loves it, without hesitation. He will pinch the fat of your cheeks, calling you adorable. He will kiss your love handles, calling you wonderful. If you let him, he will stay trapped between your thighs.

Also, this man will definitely carry you as if you weighted nothing. He will be the one asking you if you would let him offer you a piggyback ride, looking like a child during their birthday party.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

This man will not leave you in peace. Never. Ever.

Sit next to him and Wolfwood will immediatly place his hand on your thighs as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

If you let him, he will use your love handles as a stress ball. Wolfwood will come from behind you, wrap his arms around you and will gently grop at your love handles.

If Vash is the type to pinch the fat of your cheeks, Wolfwood is the type to straight up bite your cheeks just to bother you.

One day, you asked him if he liked how you looked, if you should lose your fat... And he looked at you like you just told him you had three legs. Be prepared to be showered with a list of all the things Wolfwood loves about your body.

Millions Knives

For Knives, a body is a body. He is not the type to think anything in particular about how you look. He likes you, and that is all that matters.

But the moment he heard you talk down about your body, Knives took that personally. This man, of all people, chooses to love you, of all people. It should tell you enough how your body is special. How dared you talk down about something he holds in high regards?

Knives is a logical man. So he asked you what made you think this way, he tried to understand... And from this day on, he tried to be a little more demonstrative towards you - at least, in private.

This man is like his brother (they are really different yet similar on the weirdest points). So he will kiss your body and even worship it.

Don’t underestimate this man’s capacity to show his love behind closed doors.

Meryl Stryfe

Meryl is such a loving person with you. And since she is more on the petite size, she admires your body.

She seeks for your touch and, in her opinion, you give the best hugs because you are so comfortable to hold. Everytime she feels down, she just needs one hug or cuddle session from you, and she feels much better.

If she ever hears you talk down to yourself, she will call you out. She is rather forward, she can sound a little harsh, but she means well. Meryl just loves you so much and wishes you would see yourself as she sees you.

Meryl always compliments you once a day, at the very least: “You’re so comfortable” while cuddling you in bed, “This outfit suits you” when you wear something tight, and more.

Meryl will drive with a hand on your thigh. You can’t change my mind.

Milly Thompson

Milly is a whole another level of loving you. This girl runs up to you, lifts you in her arms and spins you around happily each time she sees you.

She is a mix of both Meryl and Vash. She is always seeking for you like Meryl and she is always ready to shower you with love like Vash.

With Milly, you never even have the time to think badly about yourself. It is as if she has a sixth sense because as soon as you start to feel bad, Milly appears and wraps you into a bear hug.

I personally think that Milly has thunder thighs herself - and maybe small love handles. So seeing Milly feeling confident and loving her body actually makes you feel good about yourself too.

All in all, Milly will cover you with love any chance she gets: kisses, compliments, hugs, and more.

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mqcuriosities · 2 months

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Don’t talk to me or my son, or my son’s son ever again

#behold: bite sized Vash #I’ll probably make some more and add them to Etsy just cause I have some small packages I want to use up #mq posts #mq fan art #trigun #trigun stampede #tri stamp #vash #vash the stampede #vash plush #vash plushie #also hey haven’t posted in awhile on this account whoops

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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I have read exactly one of your Trigun Stampede works and I really enjoyed it.

I had a thought, just hear me out, the twins with a reader who love's physical affection and occasionally bites hands

(I totally don't bite my friends nope definitely not)

I imagine maybe Vash bites back because he thinks its funny while Knives doesn't enjoy it as much

Knives probably hates the idea of physical affection because its so human meanwhile the reader just really wants to hold hands or just lean on him because he's fucking huge

meanwhile Vash probably enjoys physical affection and is the one who initiates it a lot of the time, definitely not afraid of PDA and will happily just hold hands or have you sit in his lap

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I like to think that Vash finds the biting as an actual form of affection and that's why he does it back, for knives on the other hand I think it contributes into like a marking thing, he bites you back because he wants to feel you squirm. It still annoys him that you do it though.

I don't know why you told me any of this because now I can't stop thinking about knives with a size kink 😭😭. He totally loves it when you lean on him or hold hands, A+ if you're smaller than him because it's a huge turn on. He tries to act like he hates it when secretly he absolutely wants to destroy you in bed.... Ahjanajanqja

Vash on the other hand absolutely adores when you sit in his lap, he likes having you close and being able to feel you against him. He also likes to fall asleep when you're in his lap, other people totally tease you two for it but he refuses to let you get up.

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

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needle-noggins · 22 days

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Sav's Author Highlight: Beelzebby666

For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I’m going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. Tonight I'm highlighting @beelzebby666, aka Fly!

Oh Friend Fly. I cannot describe to you the power that Fly has. They convinced me to write Millionsummers. They got me writing about Tesla. They are so imaginative when it comes to exploring and pairing characters, and they make it work so well. Fly can convince me of any ship, see similarities in any pairing and make it work. They're also fantastic at making AUs, so much so that I rotate their Angel Maker AU Tesla around in my head at mach speed.

They're a master of body horror and dark themes but with so much love packed in right alongside it. Their writing will cut you open and cradle your heart gently. And, they have written so much Vashwood it's incredible. So many bite-sized delicious Vashwood morsels with more than a few tears (usually Wolfwood's)! There's far more on their Ao3 than I can list, but here's a few (lol, if 7 is a few) that stand out to me:

The First Angel - T, Tesla and Wolfwood, body horror and hurt/comfort. Two small kids who don't understand what's being done to them. Tesla as baby Nico's guardian angel. This makes me feel many an emotion.

i wanna love you till we're food for the worms to eat - T, Vashwood, undead zombie Wolfwood and a very grieving Vash. Y'all, the WIP alone made me bawl crying big fat tears before this even got published. It's gross, Wolfwood is gross, but Vash loves him so much. This fic hurts so so good. Makes my heart ache just thinking about it now.

cross my heart and hope to die - M, Tesla and Elendira, body horror grossness. OKAY. This seriously inspired me and now I'm in love with the idea of Tesla and Elendira. Compels me SO much. The way this is written too is absolutely haunting and visceral. Anything Fly writes regarding Tesla is handled so well and is so hauntingly sad.

to have a body is to be a horror show - M, multi, a collection of body horror and dead doves. I'm still working my way through this one but ohhh man. OH man.

Angel Makers - M, Tesla and Wolfwood and LR, AU where Tesla lives. THEEEE Tesla AU. When I think of Tesla, I think of this AU. It's only got one published chapter so far, but pspsps Fly please tell me more always

Dressed To Kill - E, Vashwood, clothing swap. You know, to go with Sheltermnbone's clothing swap art? I'm very regular about it, I swear. This is so hot.

pierce my heart - E, Millionsnails, t4t bloody smut. I actually just read this for the first time and phew. wowza. If you liked my Millionsummers fic Fresh Cut (which Fly helped inspire, btw), you'll love this one.

#trigunfanficappreciation #friend fics

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scoundrels-in-love · 1 year

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Something that's neither word vomit nor fic for @frappeflamingo who inspired me with this post and for @cosmixseerart who also wanted essay (and arguably, made far better one in the tags).

Tri-gun Stampede Mashwood agenda prevails.

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To say all of them are restless sleepers would be an understatement. She can count the times all three of them slept through the night without waking from nightmares (memories) or merely because, on one hand.

It is often Meryl that wakes up first, if merely by virtue of being temporarily squished by one of the men wrapped around her. One of the many dubious benefits of being ‘pocket sized’ as Wolfwood puts it - if she sleeps between them, they can hold her and each other at the same time. It’s not as if most beds are meant to hold three adults, either.

Still, occasional ache in her bad shoulder through the day from where Vash or Nico crushed her into their chest is a small price to pay for the quiet, soft mornings like the one she’s coming to. (She’s paid so much more for no other reason than she dared to keep what she loved.)

It can’t be long past the sunrise and it’s been a peaceful week, so there’s no need to wake the men, hurrying to leave the tiny town in early hours before someone has thought too long just where they might’ve seen the blonde’s face before, or the silent telephone reaches far worse people.

Maybe today, she and Vash will succeed in letting Wolfwood sleep in. Lately, it is as if the sleep debt of years has been catching up to him and he can cycle through several four-five hour blackouts and a few minutes of wakefulness between them. They must fool his sleep-addled senses to believe they’re still asleep, though, or he shakes it off and insists on getting the day started. Vash has her beat with twenty seven to fourteen, but she’s determined to catch up.

Right now, the cause of their competition is snoring away into the crook of her neck, tickling her just so with his breath. In an attempt to escape the torture, but not wake Nico, she turns her head to the side and makes the tiniest wiggle toward Vash. He sighs softly, snuggling into her chest deeper, and she runs soothing fingers through his hair. It’s a victory of sorts, that they can touch him with intent now and he won’t wake up with a start.

Yet another sign of domestication, as Wolfwood calls it derisively.

Like the Punisher leaning against the wall tilted just so, as if almost reaching for the bedside table where her and Vash's guns are resting side by side. He hasn't fussed over its placement being perfect and in arms reach upon waking in a while.

Like her earring in Vash's ear that looks so good, swaying and glinting as he moves, laughs (genuinely), that it makes her want to bite. (And sometimes she does: tugs on the silver just so with her teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh underlaid with chest rumble that vibrates under her palm, unique to just him.) In the same way, Nico likes to run his thumb down the shell of her ear, brush over his own earring there. His, even though he bought it specifically for her to wear and he bears Vash’s from the day of piercing his ear.

Like the way she says, thinks, we so often these days. Meryl's never been good at belonging. Not in her family or community, not even with crowds at University or the average, tired run of the mill news reporters at the agency. She's always been restless, wanting more or something different, as if to pacify the loneliness that has been chasing her, hiding in the sharp midday shadows.

But here, in this moment, she is content and home in a way that has given genuine definition to it, not just a string of words she's known, but not felt.

Meryl’s gaze lingers on the guns, a whisper of an ache trickling into her chest, like a string with glass beads slowly curling in pretty lines with more and more weight. She knows enough from Nicholas’ halted stories, from the confession that had clawed its way out of Vash one night, leaving him open and waiting for their damnation. She knows that all of them came at the cost of something severed, a connection broken beyond comprehension and the last vestiges of childhood blown away like smoke. She, too, had lost her last guidance the day that derringer came to her and often, she wonders what would Roberto think of the times she’s fired it. He’d scoff a little, take a sip and, in the end, say “not too bad for a rookie”, maybe.

Because that’s the thing, isn’t it? They’ve all paid the price and, in the end, decided not to pay it forward, best they can. Their individual tactics might fail at times, their work is not perfect and can’t be, with what they’re facing, but they’re damn well trying.

Three guns against the world. Three guns for the world.

Three guns of the Stampede, she thinks sleepily content. It wouldn’t be too bad a title for a book about them, one day.

#trigun #trigun stampede #mashwood #rainy writes stuff #wedding (ear)ring agenda prevails too #dont even fukken asking me about timeline I have no idea #I just had brainworms (ha) and had to get them out #and lost shame about not tagging you two #this is barely proofread i am barely alive not even talking about awake

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