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springnote · 1 year

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How Submissive or Dominant They are

Includes: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Million Knives, Livio, Legato, and Milly Thompson

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader with a vagina, oral (m and f receiving), piv sex, nipple play, anal fingering, teasing, face sitting, thigh riding, bondage, pegging

Note: may have gone overboard but I hope this feeds the fellow Trigun fans!

Milly

• Milly is honestly the most vanilla and submissive of all of them.

• She’ll do whatever you like, letting you eat her out or her go down on you, but she wants to be told what do. She’s eager and loves making you happy however she can.

• Not the most adventurous, but if you really want to try something new, she’ll always try it at least once! Nothing too rough though, she’s overly wary of her size and strength and worries about hurting you.

• Overall a big sweetie teddy bear, she loves being with you and making you happy and having fun with you.

“Hey baby, you feeling up for another round?” She chirps from under your thighs, the movement making your overstimulated clit tingle. “I can eat you out again!”

“Milly I can’t do another,” you groan, but before a cute pout settles on her face, you slide down her body to her thighs. “But what if I eat you out and you play with your chest?”

A shy look goes across her face, but she quickly rearranged the pillows to lean back, looking down at you reclining between the soft pillows of her thighs. A big, somewhat sheepish smile spreads across her face as she cups her sizable chest, shifting a little as you look at how wet she is.

“Like this?” She asks, pinching nipples as you smirk at her proudly.

“Just like that pudding cup, just like that.”

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Livio

• Also a big teddy bear, he’s also fairly vanilla.

• He’s been through a lot and is already a big softie, so when he’s not letting you take the lead and following your guidance, he’s the softest, cuddliest dom there is.

• He loves cuddle fucking, especially after rough days, and sometimes on those rough days he wants nothing more than to be your good boy and have you order him around. Be gentle though, he’s still a very sensitive guy.

• Top tier cuddle partner, prepare for lots of sleepy hugs and slow love making with him.

“Is this okay?” Livio’s deep voice rumbled against your chest, honey colored eyes blinking at you half-lidded from where he lay next to you, your chest covered in wet kisses.

“You’re doing wonderful,” you smile softly, stroking his soft hair, leaning forward to kiss him again.

“D’you wanna go further?” He asked softly, one of his large hands trailing down to knead your ass.

You nod as you slowly grind your bare pussy against his cock, feeling it twitch when your lips caught on the head. “Yes…can I just sit on you for a bit though?”

His cheeks flush at your question, and he slips inside you, getting little resistance after having fingered you for half an hour earlier. Keeping you flush against his hips, his eyelids hang heavier as he lets out a sigh. “Yea, jus’ please don’t move too much. ‘M so close already.”

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Meryl

• Meryl is definitely a switch, and she’s not super kinky but she’s definitely not vanilla.

• She likes being a pillow princess and getting pampered, but she also loves being in charge. Just because she’s small doesn’t mean she can’t take charge and be damn good at it.

• She likes mild brat taking sometimes too, and does enjoy using big strap-ons on her partner, but she also just enjoys taking things slow and gentle. It depends on her mood and yours honestly, but most of the time she would like to stop thinking so much and let you lead.

• Meryl is a firecracker though, so she might get a little bratty with you too.

“Hold still a second Meryl,” you huffed, the the little vibrating end of strap-on you were wearing making you feel a little shaky. “Lemme catch my breath.”

Meryl huffed, but stayed still, the large size of the toy making her shiver. It was one of those days when Meryl asked to be treated, and she’d been dutifully laying still and letting you lead, but you could tell she was getting impatient.

“Just a minute more—hey!” You gasped suddenly, the toy pressing harder against your clit without warning. Looking up, you saw Meryl leaning on her hands, using all of her strength to propel herself forward onto the strap. “Meryl!”

“Sorry I just need,” she stopped to let out a drawn out moan as she pulled back and thrust herself forward again. “Need more. Now.”

Huffing, you leaned over to press her into the bed, watching her eyes go wide as you started thrusting into her, both of you moaning. “Alright, I’ll give you more~”

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Vash

• If Meryl is a switch, then Vash is a super-switch.

• Vash loves pleasing you and topping, watching you come undone under him and seeing your pleasure-filled face makes him the happiest man alive. He may not always be the most confident in himself, but his determination to make you happy overrules his insecurities.

• Sometimes though, he likes just being your sweet boy, letting you collar him or spank his ass if you like. He likes a little teasing and sometimes edging, or just being doted on while you finger him if you want, just give lots of cuddles afterward.

• He’s pretty needy all around, a need to please, need for affection and needing to give and receive love all around, be sure to indulge him.

He looked angelic under you, flushed skin glistening with sweat and his expression pleading as he looked up at you with puppy eyes. You almost felt bad for making him wait. Almost.

“Shhh just wait a minute baby,” you cooed at him, petting his thigh lovingly. “Can you hold out just a second more?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped, trying to stay still as you kept two fingers inside his hole, his mouth trembling as he looked at your glistening folds above him. “Anything for you I can do it. I can do it.”

You shushed him again gently, waiting for him to quiet down a bit before speaking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to wait much longer okay? That’s my good boy.”

You moved your fingers suddenly, making his awaiting face surge up to lay his open mouth on your folds, making you whine out at his intensity. It didn’t take long for you both to come hard, Vash pulling you down to kiss you reverently as you still shook from your orgasm.

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Wolfwood

• Nicholas is a bit of a switch, but leaning more towards a dom. Either postion, he loves to tease.

• He just can’t help himself if he’s the one being more submissive, he’s gonna be a brat and might try to turn the tables on you. One minute he’ll be shaking his hips as you peg him, urging you to swat his behind, and the next he’s flipping you over to ride the strap like his life depends on it.

• When he doms, he still teases, but instead he’s edging you or manhandling you playfully while he’s saying absolutely sinful things in your ear. Sometimes he’ll even just make you do all the work while he smokes a cigar or sips some whiskey.

• He’s absolutely filthy when he wants to be, but also playful, and he’s pretty good at aftercare.

Wolfwood rotated his hips against yours, making your insides flutter as he held you in place. One of his hands gripped one of your thighs, while the other held your wrists above your head, preventing you from grabbing him like you wanted to.

“That feel good babe? The way you’re squeezing me sure makes me thinks so,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leaned down, his nose touching yours. “C’mon, tell me how it feels and I’ll get started, ‘kay?”

“You feel so good Nic,” you whined, unable to stop yourself as you squirmed under him. “Please move, I wanna touch you.”

That did the trick, as he released your wrists to instead cup your face in both hands, chuckling as your hands scrambled to grab him. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?” He smiled, groaning a bit when your palms passed over his nipples.

You were about to tease him, but he quickly started pumping into you, making you both moan. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved at a rough pace, his hands staying on your cheeks as he gave wet kisses.

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Legato

• Legato isn’t really into letting someone else take the reins. When he does, he prefers it involving lots of praise.

• He can be pretty mean at times, degrading and teasing you when he doms, but he’s not always super rough. Don’t expect him to be super touchy feely though, he’s got some issues and that’s a lot to unpack.

• He gets a bit more agreeable if he’s subbing, he doesn’t want to be dominated per se, just given some orders and told he’s doing good for once. Actually if you praise him while he’s domming, he’ll still be smug and a bit rough, but you might notice him soften a little.

• Overall, don’t be rough on him if he gives you the opportunity to lead, but try to be soft to him when he’s in charge, and he’ll do the same.

“Look at you,” he looked you up and down as you lay there tied to the bed posts, making you whimper at his dark gaze. “You look so…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, opting to let out a huff instead, tracing a finger down your naked torso to the puffy lips of your cunt. He appraised you for a moment, running his gloved thumb over your folds before pulling his pants down to free his dick.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, giving his dick a few lazy pumps. You shivered at the sight of him, closing your eyes as you tried to clear your mind enough to respond. “Hurry and I might give it it you.”

“I want you, Legato.” You whined desperately. If your eyes had been open, you might have seen how his eyes widened and face softened at how your voice lingered on his name. A feeling he’d never felt before spreading in his chest before he refocused.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pushing into you slowly, trying not to focus on the funny feeling blooming in him. “Let me indulge you.”

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Knives

• He’s a full blown dom full stop.

• Maybe if you had been together a really long time and talked and planned it out very carefully, he might let you fuck him, but 99% of the time he’d only feel comfortable going as far as to let you lead him a little. He’s just a little scared to trust that much or give up being in control, he’s got some stuff he doesn’t wanna unpack.

• He enjoys being in charge, not just to get praise and have you treat him like a god (which he totally loves), but he likes watching you under him, especially to know you put so much trust in him, knowing how dangerous he is. He may get rough or be mean depending on your relationship, but he’d never hurt you.

• Sometimes what he likes doesn’t sound dominant to a lot of people, but he makes it work. He’s very bossy/commanding so you definitely can’t call him submissive that’s for sure.

“Suck harder.” He commands above you, his tone quiet but a little sharp, keeping you at attention as you bob your head on his cock.

You knew he was close from the way his brow furrowed, but you were still caught off guard when he came down your throat, barely giving you time to relax before his tentacles were lifting you up. You gasped as he sat you on one of his muscular thighs, keeping you facing away from him to stare at yourself in a full length mirror.

“I saw you rubbing your thighs together,” he hummed in your ear, gripping your hips. “If you want to come, you’ll come on my thigh.”

“Y-yes sir,” you panted as he moved you back and forth, your hips bucking at the friction of skin on skin. When he flexed his thigh, you nearly looked away, but he bit at your neck to get your attention.

“Come now pet,” he gave a small smile, enjoying at how you whined. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

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galactiquest · 9 months

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Trigun x Reader Drabbles: Clothes-Stealing

Anyone else ever thought about taking your partner's clothes, or even having them take your clothes? It's something I've been thinking about for the Trigang for a bit... So here's some little drabbles!

Gender neutral reader--the only things assumed here are that you wear a t-shirt!

Vash the Stampede:

Vash, sweet as he is, isn't keen at first to admit that he's been taking your clothes. Without your permission or knowing. Maybe first it was a pair of gloves, then a handkerchief, and then... One of your shirts went missing. Yep, he's a stealer, alright. The thing is with Vash is that he's so comparatively massive to you (regardless of whether you're tall or short) that your shirts on him either don't fit at all, or look like crop tops. Now, on the inverse? Absolutely. Vash doesn't have a whole lot of shirts that he wears (he's usually in that leather-like gear) but if he does, he squeals a little on the inside if you wear it, because he thinks you look adorable engulfed in his clothing.

Also, he might let you borrow his jacket later on... Or might scoop you up and hold you inside of it. There's room for both of you!

Nicholas D. Wolfwood:

Wolfwood is a guy who would much rather take the "clothes-giver" role in the relationship. He primarily wears his suit getup, so prepare to either embrace the button-up dress shirts or to get his overcoat draped across your shoulders during the cold desert nights. (By the way, yes he does look stunningly handsome without the overcoat.) He's not necessarily preferenced towards wearing your clothes, but he did get caught with one of your shirts on one occasion. He immediately tried to explain it off by saying that his clothes were still in the wash and he needed something clean to wear... But he was definitely smiling about it a bit more than he should have been.

Meryl Stryfe:

As a sort of ground-level girlfriend type, she's oft to take your shirts. Since she's smaller than most, your shirts would probably hang off of her and go past her waist (though those the same size or smaller, she'd still want to take them!). Meryl thinks they're extra comfortable because they've been worn by you, not to mention they smell like you (whether you wear a certain kind of soap, deodorant, cologne, etc. or just have a natural smell) which makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. She prefers to steal your stuff while you're changing, taking a shower, or otherwise undressing--she's not particularly sneaky about it. You can't get mad at her, though, because she really does look cute in your shirt, and when she yawns and stretches, it raises above her stomach, and... Well, it's snuggle time.

Milly Thompson:

Pretty similar to Meryl in the sense that she'd prefer to take your clothes rather than the other way around, but she also loves to offer her vest or overcoat to you if you're ever feeling cold or just need an extra layer. Since Milly is larger than most, some of your shirts might not fit her as well, but she looks beautiful as ever, there's no denying that. She loves to play around like this, too, claiming that she's you and she's the cutest partner in the whole wide world. Yes, she is endlessly adorable, and yes, you should keep letting her take your shirts. Even if she takes all of them.

#trigun x reader #trigun imagines #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #meryl x reader #milly x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #milly thompson x reader #reader insert #text #sorry this is such a late night post lol im going to bed

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vshthestmpede · 1 year

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Hey there buuuuddy?!

Could we get headcanons or a little drabble for vash meryl knives and nikc (separately) hearing their s/o singing for the first time? Maybe they are cleaning or doing something and mindlessly singing whatever song thats in their head and the crew is just stands there listening before making themselves known?

If not thats fine too! Thank youuuu 💕

the melody of love - vash, meryl, knives, wolfwood

word count; 1,090

warnings; none!

note; thank you all for your patience! i've finally gotten my hands on more free time and i was absolutely smitten with this idea! also: i have just requested to join ao3, so i do hope to have an account soon to post these works and other trigun / multifandom works if anyone is interested! i'll keep you all in the loop as to when i create it <3

i totally had the song "my muse" by owl city in mind when writing this(i think it works so well with knives' part tbh) so if you wish to listen to it while reading, be my guest but i didn't add any specific song within the piece so it can be flexible!

crossposted on ao3

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VASH

you were kneeling in front of him, his prosthetic arm cradled gently in your lap as you tinkered with the mechanics. vash tried to focus on cleaning his gun but his eyes kept wandering over to you. he would murmur a reminder to watch your posture every now and then, to which you would hum in response as you straightened your back and rolled your shoulders.

as you became more engrossed in your work, you began to hum softly to yourself to fill the silence in the room. your hums gradually grew into quiet singing, your concentration fully turned to the joints of the fingers and how stiff they were.

vash, however, had completely lost track of where he was in his task as he watched you, admiring you and your voice. he didn't speak up even as you finished one song and moved onto another, relishing the sweet sound.

"alright, all do-" you stopped short as you found vash already staring at you when you looked up, a goofy smile on his face. "you alright, lovebug?"

vash nodded. "you have a beautiful singing voice, (name). could you sing for me more?"

you faltered as all the heat rushed to your face, mumbling to yourself as you reattached vash's arm to his body. you could feel his eyes on you as he awaited an answer even as you sat back down.

"please, my mayfly?"

shit.

you were always a sucker for the name let alone when he paired it with that innocent (but knowing) begging voice.

"fine," you caved, "but you can't tell anyone about this, you hear?"

MERYL

you were doing laundry in the latest motel the crew had found, neatly folding meryl's clothes as she was (supposedly) helping the boys plan for the next stretch of the journey. you hummed to yourself, getting lost in the repeated movement.

your hums gradually evolved into soft singing, so lost in your own world that you didn't hear meryl enter the laundry room. she leaned on the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched you sway to the sound of your own voice.

"you should sing more, my love," she piped up as you trailed off, laughing when your shoulders tensed. "you have a lovely voice."

you relaxed a bit as she sidled up to you, grabbing a shirt from the pile and folding it. you refused to look at her, the red tint of embarrassment still painting your face. she didn't say anything but instead began to hum a tune of her own.

reluctantly, you joined her and the laundry was soon forgotten as she took you in her arms and lead you in an impromptu dance around the room. you laughed as she spun you and you joined in on her antics, taking her by surprise by dipping her.

"you always find a way to make me fall more and more in love with you," meryl teased as you slowly pulled her back up, one of her hands cradling your face while the other gripped your bicep. "please sing for me more often, my love."

"only for you," you promised, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers.

WOLFWOOD

you swore he was asleep.

with how much wolfwood teased you already, the last thing you wanted to do was give him more things to poke at you for. he was relentless as is but you figured he would have to run out of material sooner or later.

with a book in one hand and the other tangled in your boyfriend's hair with his head in your lap, you were quietly singing the song on your mind as you read. your breath caught in your throat when your eyes drifted from the book to see nicholas watching you out of the corner of his eye, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"you jerk," you muttered, pulling your hand away from his hair. "you could've told me you were awake."

nicholas moved from your lap to his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he yawned. "then i wouldn't have heard you sing that song."

you tried to keep your focus on your book, preparing for him to start making fun of your voice or something but he reached over and plucked the book from your hands.

"hey!" you protested as he tossed it onto the bedside table. as you reached over him, he took your arm and pulled you down into him, encasing you in his arms. "nico!"

"let me hear that beautiful voice again, my star."

you stopped struggling with him and pressed your lips in a tight line, warmth spreading through your cheeks.

"you're not going to make fun of me?" you asked and nicholas chuckled. "i knew it!"

"my star, you and i both know my teasing is only an indicator of my love for you." you were stunned into silence so he continued, "now, please, can you sing that song for me again?"

KNIVES

given that the only time you could really find privacy with knives was in his piano room, you spent a lot of time surrounded by music and the pieces he would make.

between grandiose and simplistic, most you ended up committing to memory with how many times you heard them. you loved watching him come up with new things to play and seeing the creative side of knives shine.

one particular melody, a simple one that was sweeter on the ears, was one he kept playing more frequently to the point where your mind would start to try and put words to it. curled up in a nearby chair with notebook in hand, you experimented with sets of lyrics to pair with his playing.

after writing a few verses, you would quietly sing them to yourself to get the feel of them before you would start the next verse or start over.

"i like that line, sunshine. keep that one," knives piped up, his fingers still dancing over the keys. you froze and stared at him with wide eyes. "what's the next line?"

"i-i don't know," you stammered, your hands gripping the notebook tightly. "haven't thought that far."

the melody was at it's softest at this point and knives was looking at you with a small smile. you blushed at the sight, always over the moon to be the one who gets to see this side of knives.

"c'mere." he patted the spot on the bench next to him. "let's come up with something together."

you joined him silently and he took your notebook, placing it next to the sheets of music in front of you. he nudged your shoulder encouragingly before starting over, listening as you started from the beginning.

as you reached the end of your lyrics, you noticed knives was humming along.

"you really have a gift, sunshine," he commented as he continued. "i can't wait to hear it when it's finished."

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chris-continues · 9 months

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Good Luck Kisses

SPECIAL THANKS to @linkdedruid for beta reading!

TW: suggestive (making out + nothing explicitly sexual stated or written)

TAGS: @millionsvash @vashfantasy @beanibon @astrathecowboy @captaintweet @lune010 @h4venpha (I hope you enjoy this! <3)

NOTES: I’m planning on writing a part two during/after the concert with Livio! I had sm fun writing this hehe :) note that Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they are brothers.

Inspired by this

“Kiss please?” Vash wraps his arms around your waist, drumsticks tossed onto the couch out back as his voice rumbles against your neck. His nose is already nuzzling against you, lips brushing your neck tentatively.

“What, so you can use me as your good luck charm?”

“Baby..” he whines, but soon he’s grinning. You can feel it, his smiley cold against your skin. Then you smell the smoke. You’re fucked. Perhaps literally. Your other boyfriend’s hands, hot, heavy, and calloused from playing guitar grasp your hips and spin you so your back is against his chest. The metal of his rings against your flushed skin sends shivers up your spine as he mouths at your neck. “Give needle noggin what he wants, you tease.”

“You’re-“ shit, you have to take a breath, “you’re calling me the tease?” Ah, the goddamn irony.

The slightly acrid smell of smoke presses closer to you, persisting. The heat of both him and Vash only serve to make you squirm further. Vash’s flesh hand rises to cup the left side of your face, his prosthetic settling on top of Wolfwood’s on your hip.

“Please?” He pleads, and fuck, if that isn’t the best thing you’ve ever heard. “..need you, mayfly. Every show goes well when you kiss me, please baby..” his voice shifts to a whine. He’s so beautiful, long eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he bats them to look at you with a slight pout.

“C’mon, sweetheart..” Wolfwood’s voice rumbles by your ear, his stubble against you. It’s almost comical how your knees almost buckle from their collective ministrations of just pressing close to you and speaking- especially when you truly didn’t need any convincing to kiss them, you’d do it any day.

But fuck, them convincing you was hot as hell.

Wolfwood’s thumb runs circles against your hip, lifting the hem of your shirt slightly. The sensation is addictive, and you can’t help but lean back against him.

He clicks his tongue, “Listen to blondie,” the bridge of his nose is pressed to the side of your face, brushing the high point of your cheekbone, “Or I’ll stop and leave ya high and dry.”

At this, Vash simply presses closer so his lips are brushing yours, prompting you to just press the slightest bit closer.

And they call you the tease. Hypocrites.

When you finally lean in to initiate, he keens happily and eagerly presses into you, pushing you further into Wolfwood whose tongue is languid against your neck. The sensation of both of their tongue piercings on the sensitive skin of your neck makes you gasp, which Vash quickly uses to his advantage as he sandwiches you tighter between him and Wolfwood.

They’re both dizzying, making you feel lightheaded- as if you’re ascending onto some astral plane or whatever. Love, you guess. They’re so sweet, so loving, caring, and make you feel so full. Pressing close to them like this isn’t enough, you need to melt into them and simply be one. To feel them against you all the time. You’d never minded being their good luck charm, using that as an excuse to pull more kisses from you. It’s a funny bit, one that allows Vash to pepper kisses onto your face, or for Wolfwood to kiss you stupid against a wall before tickling you like the ass he is.

Wolfwood’s hands run up your sides (not tickling you this time), dipping under your shirt to caress the skin and returning so his thumbs dimple your hips in a way he absolutely loves to articulate to you with heavy breaths,

“You love the way my hands engulf you? Hm?”

“Y- yeah,” your voice is breathy and light thanks to Vash who pulls you back for more, a high pitched whine escaping his throat. You can feel Wolfwood’s groan rumble from his chest at the sight, staccato tapping and drumming of his fingers on your hips as the calluses on his fingertips run across your midriff. Their touches are languid and all encompassing, engulfing you whole and each sensation is almost too much, yet there’s always the desire and need for more. Wolfwood’s words remain ever so salacious, muttering filthy sentiments to you that work both you and Vash up. It’s funny- you’d consider Vash to be a smooth talker but Wolfwood has a way with words in private, cutting to the chase and managing to let loose even more. "So soft.." Vash whines, the noises of your lips meeting growing more obscene by the second. His tongue piercing chills you, cold metal a definite contrast to his soft yet chapped lips. "..'y always feel so good mayfly," fuck, why did they want to rile you up like this right before a show? How much time did you even have? They still needed to rehearse and- god, it's hard to focus when you're lightheaded from the two of them toying with you. A small squeak from the corner of the room catches Wolfwood's attention- his irritated groan turns into a snicker. "Hey, Liv. Care to join?" You can practically picture the shit eating grin on his face. (Knowing him, he's half joking. ) If you didn't enjoy seeing your other other boyfriend flustered, you'd pity him. "Meryl, uh, sent me to get you guys. Gotta rehearse 'n whatnot.." His breath hitches when you try to pull away from Vash to look at him- in dissent, he openly whines into your mouth. Goddamn tease. "But you're uh, busy, so-" "Livio.." It's painfully obvious how he stiffens up, almost as if he's touched a live wire. Like he's been shocked. You had such an effect on him, and Vash was gracious enough to pull away to allow you to call out to him. His eyes are fixated on both you and Vash, an audible gulp erupting as Wolfwood only watches in amusement. "Hurry up! Are we having a show or not?" Meryl yells out for you all, "We're waiting!" Vash pulls away, to his dismay, his eyes soft as he gifts you with a goodbye peck and starts to head out with Livio. "He'll make it up to you after the show, I'll make sure he doesn't chicken out." Wolfwood mutters, moving a hand to your back pocket, "Meet me later, though?" A chaste kiss is pressed to the crown of your head as you give your assent, nodding happily. That is, until he squeezes your ass- "Hey!" You playfully nudge him with your elbow, to which he only chuckles.

"Blondie forgot his drum sticks." He clicks his tongue to his teeth, "You mind pickin' them up?" With his cheeky smile, you can't help but roll your eyes at his ulterior motives. Your boyfriend really was an ass man, huh. Nevertheless you indulge him, bending to grab the aforementioned drumsticks and returning to Wolfwood's side, readying yourselves for the night ahead.

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Trigun Stampede Master List

Trigun Stampede 2023 (You can assume if im writing for Trigun its the 2023 verison, unless stated other wise.) Masterlist under the cut :) Will try to update as much as I can!

Vash the Stampede:

‘Glitter and Gold’ (Reader is Wolfwood’s sister, Wolfwood!Reader)

‘Wanted’

‘These morning with you’

‘If you saw him too, you’d know what I mean’

‘Those hardest to love need it most’

‘What if we ruin it all, and love like fools’ (Part 2 to ‘Those hardest to love need it most’)

‘You are loved more than you know’

‘In the moment we’re lost and found, I just wanna be by your side’

‘When you’re lost in the universe, don't lose faith’ (Part 2 to ‘In the moment we’re lost and found, I just wanna be by your side’)

‘Maybe I’m not built for love’

‘Bad Luck’

‘Locked in’

‘Locked in Part 2′

‘If he is the sun, i’m Icarus’

‘Can I just stay up with you all night’

‘Oh if the sky comes falling down’ (Sister!Reader)

‘Eyes on you, eyes on me’

‘One step closer, we’re gonna be alright’

‘Help me hold on to you’ (Part 2 to ‘One step closer, we’re gonna be alright’)

‘I’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror’

‘Can I hold you, real close’

‘Humming bird heartbeat’

‘Sweetheart you look a little tired’

‘And I’ll love the world like I should’

‘I’ll be your shelter’

‘Its like the sun came out’

‘Finding magic in the smallest things’

‘I don't have much to say’

‘Ended up with a pair of cracked lips’

‘And your hand in mine’

‘They see right through, Can you see right through me? I see right through me’

‘Talk about it somewhere only we know?'

‘I close my eyes and all I see is you’

‘I wanna be with you’ *NSFW* (Part 2 to ‘Its like the sun came out’)

‘If something’s wrong, you can count on me’

‘I was enchanted to meet you’

‘You can hear it in the Silence’

‘ “just trust me you’ll be fine” ‘

Nicholas D Wolfwood:

‘Ghost of you’ (Sister!Reader)

'Cat got your tongue?' (Fem!Reader)

‘Take me to church’

'Bad ideas, and big guns'

‘Last breath, first kiss’

‘Fate’

‘Notice me’

‘And the name of the game’s just the living’

‘No ones gonna listen to me’

Millions Knives:

Knives with a mostly human soulmate headcanons

‘This world you live in is not a place for someone like you’

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

‘Do you still believe in one another?’

Multiple Characters:

Vash and Wolfwood w/ and Artist!Reader

Vash and Wolfwood helping you while injured.

Vash and Wolfwood comforting their s/o while they are on their period

Vash and Wolfwood headcanons for meeting their s/o in a dream

What Pokemon would Vash, Knives, Wolfwood, Meryl and Roberot have?

Vash, Wolfwood, Knives comforting you after a nightmare

Vash, Wolfwood, Meryl, & Knives Coffee orders and general headcanons.

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lavendarniko · 8 months

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Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

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cypressnmarigolds · 10 months

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it’s achi!! here for my meryl meow bet but i’m too much of a coward to send this connected to my main.

nsfw meryl x reader hcs…. maybe reader getting her to squirt for the first time…. SORRY SORRY DEMONS GETTING OUT OF HAND

Oh, gosh I'm sorry this took so long. I could NOT gather my thoughts with ANY efficiency ,horny brain you understand , BUT I think I got some good ones for ya! And don't you worry, those demons are right where they're supposed to be. 😉 Enjoy~!

PS, I took some inspo from your headcanons Achi!

Contains: The obvious. Use of toys. gn! reader.

First Time Getting Her To... (Meryl Squirting HCs)

Her clit is very sensitive, so it's a bit of a gamble getting any toys for it specifically.

Meryl's an independent woman from the city, of course she has toys and of course she has them with her while traveling. Hidden away well of course.

You both have lots of fun using them with each other, and you had recently added to it on a whim. You'd gotten a clit sucker, which was a pretty penny for something that might be too intense, but c'mon. How could you not want to see her squirm and shiver?

How could you resist the possibility of getting her to squeal and cry loud enough to almost wake Roberto through a wall and his chainsaw snoring?

She's a little apprehensive at first. You assure her that if it's too much on her clit, you could always find other ways to put it to use.

You won her over when you showed her the design of the little suction cup that would hold her clit. It was fairly deep and wide, enough to avoid direct contact. The suction was created by the back wall of the suction cup being moved back and forth, so when the ring sealed around her, it would suck as it vibrated. The salesperson said it offered powerful sensation for relying on indirect contact.

It'd been while since you'd had some alone time together, so you got straight to it.

There she was, spread out on the bed, hands clutching the pillow beside her head. You'd been working her up for a bit how. Plunging her thick g spot vibe into her tight cunt while you gently brushed fingers around her clit, never touching it and occasionally blowing on it. When the sounds of the toy in her grew sloppy and slick, you asked her if she was ready.

At this point she was so worked up she was ready to beg for you to make her come. You grabbed the toy and switched it on to it's lowest setting. Before you began, you switched out the vibrator for three of your fingers, you just had to feel her twitch around you.

When you placed the suction head around her clit, she tensed up for a second with a gasp, before it was like a switch was flipped and she relaxed back into the bed, eyes going unfocused with a soft "Oh..."

"How you feeling sweetie?" The walls of her pussy were clenching, sucking gently at your fingers as you began to stretch her wider, she loved a good stretch.

"Good" She sighed, "so-oh! So good." Her hips wiggled a bit and her breathing was increasing steadily, interrupted by the occasional gasp or moan.

You decided to up the speed, and crooked your fingers into her favorite spot as you began thrusting them. The killer blow was when you slowly began to swirl the toy around her clit, never letting it make more than the slightest kiss to the sides of it.

Her hips jack-knifed off the bed, and her head shot back with a cry, hand quickly coming to slap over her mouth. "Good?" She could only nod frantically as she began to move her hips to meet the strokes and shifts of the toy and your fingers.

In less than a minute, her gasping breaths through her nose became sucking inhales. Her moans turned into high pitched whines and her cunt was clenching on your fingers like it wanted to swallow them. She grabbed the pillow beside her and shoved it over her face, and you knew this was going to be a big one.

With a high pitched squeal into the pillow, Meryl squirted.

Her pussy was clamped over your fingers and sucking while spurts of slippery release shot out with each contraction.

Your eyes were drawn to the weak little thrusts of her hips through it. It was a long one, it looked and sounded so intense.

Drool was about to start dripping from your gaping mouth when she reached the end of her orgasm. Hips jerking away from the onslaught of pressure as her hand blindly reached to grab your wrist and shove it away.

When she finally pulled the pillow away, she looked wrecked. Face flushed red, panting, and trying to meet your eyes through the haze in her head.

You immediately cupped her cheek in one hand as you kissed her forehead and let out a soft laugh. "Good Job!"

#this has been cooking for a while #hope it's tasty #Trigun #Trigun smut #meryl stryfe #meryl stryfe smut #meryl stryfe x reader #meryl x reader #minors dni #trigun x reader

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millionsvash · 10 months

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In order to satiate your need for the girls, how about headcanons for Meryl and Milly when their partner brings home a stray kitten and wants to parent it with them?

FINALLY THE GIRLS GET THEIR TURN ON MY PAGE. This fits the both of them so well. I hope you're ready to love a kitty parent with the girls! CW: None!

Meryl

As much as Meryl adores cats, she was less than pleased to see you bring one home.

That was external, of course. Internally, she was absolutely ecstatic to have a kitten. However, externally, she scolded you about the risks of bringing home a stray cat or how tough it might be to raise a cat if you have to travel for work purposes.

The first time, the kitten ended up snuggling with the two of you in bed. The kitten snuggled up under Meryl’s chin, melting the woman’s heart instantly.

The next morning, Meryl had an entire list written out of items the two of you would need to pick up to take care of the kitten. As you listened to her list everything off, you wiggled your hips in excitement as she became more enthusiastic.

Meryl’s entire paycheck went into getting everything you could need. You two ended up getting well above what she had originally written down. As you were going through the shops, she kept finding new things she assumed the cat would love and tossing them into your cart.

You came home with enough toys and over-the-top care items to spoil this kitten. The kitten was living in luxury...while you two weren’t.

Meryl spent the entire day watching the kitten go between its new toys, testing out what toys it liked or didn’t like. Meryl was cooing over it; even the smallest movement had her going. "Look! Look!"

You decided you were going to let Meryl pick the name.

Milly

As SOON as you walked in the door carrying that delicate kitten, Milly shot out of her seat and rushed to you at lightning speed. She plucked the cat gently from your arms and held it up, instantly greeting "Mr. Kitty."

You didn’t even have to ask Milly if you could keep it; Milly was already whisking away to the kitchen to find some milk, food, and water for your new pet. You had to remind Milly that cats can’t have pudding.

Milly was already determined to come up with a good name. She tossed a million ideas out at you, most sounding like they were coming from a 2nd grader, but it was so endearing to hear her excitement.

The two of you finally agreed on "Whiskers" for the name.

When Milly went into the office for work, she brought Whiskers with her (with your permission, of course). She showed the kitten off to everyone, introducing the cat to all the people she considered her friends. She spoke to the cat like it was a human baby.

Milly was telling Meryl about every single detail of her new cat friend. Meryl wanted to be a little mad, but seeing Milly’s face light up brighter than it had in a while made everything worth it.

That bright smile stayed on Milly’s face for months.

#trigun #trigun x reader #trigun fanfic #Meryl x Reader #Milly x Reader #Milly Thompson x Reader #meryl stryfe x reader #breakfast is served!

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royaltealee · 1 year

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I am very normal about this woman-

Meryl Stryfe, my beloved 💕

(along with bbg vash and Wolfwood-)

#art #digital art #x reader #x original character #trigun #meryl fanart #meryl stryfe #meryl stryfe x reader #trigun fanart

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trigunsbbygirl · 10 months

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Meryl with a very tall S/O?

I really love how you write knives, and I hope to see more of your posts in the future! Keep doing what you love buddy!! ❤️

thank you so much!!<3 I had to tease Meryl a little sorry- "imagine being short" I say as if I'm taller than her by a lot LOL

•she's used to being surrounded by tall people so she isn't exactly intimidated by you when you first met. (unless you're either taller than Vash or just give off scary vibes)

•anyways, just because she's short doesn't mean she won't (lovingly) kick your ass if you tease her too much.

•if you call her shortie or anything of the likes, Meryl gets really huffy and tells you to either call her by her name or find a new (loving) nickname.

"anything for you my majestic mini queen," you say, rather amused.

Meryl smacks your chest before walking away yelling out, "you know what, that's Meryl Stryfe to you now!"

you can only laugh and chase after her to make up for your teasing.

•okay I'm done teasing her, I'm sorry I love her but I had to-

•Meryl loves wearing your clothes, especially hoodies. they engulf her and help her stay warm during the cold nights! it's a plus that they smell like you too.

•if you aren't there for whatever reason or busy when she gets cold, Meryl will tuck her legs into the shirt or hoodie she's wearing. it's a really cute sight and you have plenty of photos of her like that.

•whenever you maneuvere yourself to the block the sun from her eyes and Meryl feels her heart beat just a little faster when you do that. it's not something she's ever asked you to do and her oh,, she loves and appreciates you so much.

•you are the only one! that is allowed to put your elbow on her head! you don't do it often though, but when you do she just huffs and wraps an arm around you.

•Wolfwood saw you do that once and saw how Meryl didn't do anything or really react so he decided to do it and tease her saying "how's it going down there, shortie?" he got a punch to the stomach(with no real anger dw) as Meryl ranted not to do that and to call her by her name. she knows he never will though, but Wolfwood did stop putting his elbow on her.

•Meryl uses you as a sheild if any bugs come her way. she'll grab onto your jacket and angle you around so she can't see the bug. or if you're scared of them too, you can pick her up and run towards the safety of behind Vash who will shoo the bug away. (Wolfwood the asshole, he'll grab the bug and chase you guys with it.)

•she will absolutely pull you down by the collar of your shirt (or tie) to kiss you sometimes. especially to shut you up.

•occasionally when you guys sleep, Meryl will cuddle up to your side, placing herself in the crook of your arm, or being the little spoon. she prefers sleeping back against back or holding hands, but it's nice to be in your arms ever now and then.

• Meryl actually adores being carried by you in the comfort of your hotel room or out in the dessert when the car has broken down.

•Meryl feels bad when you offer to carry her out in the desert, she may be thirsty and a bit tired, but she can still walk. although, if you do insist, she'll hop onto your back. she's fallen asleep a few times that way.

•or, she'll be focused on checking her list for a supply run the next day, or maybe just got out of the bathroom, having showered when you'll surprise her by picking up bridal style. Meryl will yelp, looking at you with wide eyes, your own soft smile and eyes staring back. you tell her that you hope one day you can carry her like this, but instead of in a hotel room, you hope it's when you're walking down the isle of a church after that special kiss.

•Meryl shut down for a minute, blushing hard as you laughed lightly at her reaction.

she can't help but imagine it too

#trigun x reader #trigun headcanons #meryl stryfe x reader

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triplesilverstar · 6 months

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Day 23

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Witch Meryl X F!Reader

CW: Dub Con, Tied up, bondage, nipple play, fingering, squirting

Word count: 1455

A/N: Day 23, your neighbor had a great garden. Too bad you’ve been stealing her veggies and she wants a little revenge. Or is it help getting her sprouts to grow?

It started out innocently enough. A few string beans, then a head of lettuce.

Then, another head of lettuce.

If the owner of the garden ever came out you would have paid her for her produce, so when you woke up naked legs tied to post and spread apart with your wrist bound and above your head you were beyond confused.

You were struggling a little trying to figure out what happened. The last thing you remembered you had been asleep in your cabin.

“Ah. There’s the vegetable thief, awake at last.” Gaze ripping forward at the sound of a melodious voice. Watching as the short dark-haired woman moved into the candlelight, which didn’t escape your notice that she lit part of her home with the soft flickering glow. Sure you lived in a cabin but it was still the twenty-first century.

“I’m sure we can work something out. It’s my first-time mee-” your voice muffled as a rough spun cloth was shoved between your own teeth. The smell of damp earth invading your nose and you have to admit for being tied up naked by a woman that much smaller than you, it’s pretty damn arousing.

“You could have knocked on my door like a normal person.” Stomping her feet you think you watch a spark that almost seems to zip across those pretty dark blue eyes. Something about this feisty little woman has you feeling warm, even if you are as bare the day you were born. “Instead you just kept stealing my vegetables.” Walking closer to you and pushing herself up onto her tiptoes you don’t miss the smirk grazing those pretty plump pink lips covered in a shiny gloss. “So, you’re going to help me water some of my new sprouts.”

Holy shit. You try to swallow a sense of unease starting at the base of your spine at hearing the word water and the way she said it, very much regretting the fabric stopping you from doing so.

Watching her remove her sweater and roll up her sleeve, you take note of her hand. The nails are perfectly trimmed, and only the soft candlelight hints that the nails have a clear coating of nail polish. Her hands look so dainty, so sweet, and oh so soft. Not like the hands of a gardener at all. She’s watching you from those dark curls atop her head almost as if weighing your worth, a slight tilt to her her that you sort of find adorable and also oddly arousing. The start of an ember warming your core with the way her sharp eyes trail over you.

With sure steps, she removes the distance between you, her face level with your chest and you hiss around the fabric still shoved in your mouth. One of those dainty hands you had been admiring pinching your nipple harshly, before slowly pulling on it letting out a hum as you let out another hiss when the soft skin slipped from her fingers bouncing back against your body. The sensation makes your walls clench and your head spin. You had not been expecting that. Eyes narrowed as you watch her, head still tilted as that same dainty soft hand moves closer, her fingers spread as wide as they can to grab the flesh as if picking up a melon. A squeeze as if checking your flesh for ripeness before she lets out a little hum, a little hum that makes the ember in your belly grow from an ember to a small fire made of kindling.

“I will admit, you are a cute thing” she says as if having a conversation with you over tea, not playing with one of your tits like she’s buying fruit. “Too bad you’ve been a bad girl, and a witch needs to make sure people don’t try to rip her off.”

Did she just call herself a witch?

“Guwah” A gasp and a hiss all at once, your entire back shifting with the pinch she gives your nipple this time, turning her hand making water start to pool on your lashes.

“There we are.” Through the tears making your vision blurry, you see a smile gracing her face, and if you were a fool you might have believed the softness of it. Like she’s overjoyed and you can picture her rubbing both those soft little hands of hers together in glee. “You can’t water my sprouts if you don’t make water for me.” It takes a moment for the words to process, and you realize what she means by you watering her plants. God Damn it.

Humming again and treating your other breast to the same treatment, pinching and tugging at the skin until you feel it hot and sore beneath her touch, the fire in your belly like an actual fire now. “At this rate, we’re going to be here a while if it’s just coming from your eyes.” A sparkle making her eyes seem to gleam even darling in the dim light as those pink lips curled into a wide grin over her white teeth. “I know! Let’s speed this up a bit.” The hand on your breast pulls away, but you don’t get a chance for relief.

No. Not in the slightest.

Her fingertips glide along the outside of your folds before slapping it, making you gasp around the damp fabric inside your mouth. “Well, that’s more like it!” Giggling as she goes back to rubbing her fingers along the outside of your folds, the part of her hand where her fingers connect rubbing against your clit. You can feel your legs struggling against the bonds tying you to the posts again, your core trying to chase after that friction. Another harsh slap and a tutting noise from her. “This isn’t for you to enjoy, it’s a punishment.” It sure doesn’t feel like one when she says it in that sweet sing-song voice of hers.

All the while that she scolds you her fingers have been moving you feel your body growing warmer, a slickness building in your core that is slowly seeping out. The pretty little woman who called herself a witch hasn’t missed it either, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder against your clit. Damn. You’ve had sex lots of times, but no one has ever gotten you this hot and bothered just by playing with your boobs and the outside of your pussy. As her fingers speed up again, pressing just a bit hard you gasp as your release floods you with enough force you’ve squirted for the first time in your life.

A low giggle as you breathe as deeply as you can through your nose, her fingers removed from your body. “That should really speed things up.” She sounds happy and you hear the sound of clay pots being shuffled around beneath you. Groaning as those fingers of hers are back on your folds again. “We’re not done yet~”

You’re still riding the high of your last orgasm as two of her fingers plunge into the walls of your core, pumping in and out of you with the base of her thumb brushing your clit. A long low whine rises from your throat at those two magical fingers. What you can only assume from the movement are her middle and ring finger plunge in and out of you at a pace that is making your belly churn, the space between your shoulder blades growing slick with sweat running in rivets down your body.

All the while as you jerk and spasm against the restraints this dark-haired beauty is watching you, smiling. “Maybe next time you’ll ask instead of just stealing from a cute little witch like me.” Feeling your eyes roll back in your head as your second orgasm hits you and the second time that night and your life your squirt.

Hours later and bone tired, she unties you. You don’t know if you have a single drop of water in your body as you dress, Meryl, as you learned her name was throwing your clothes at you. That night you sleep like the dead.

The next time you see Meryl, she is out in her garden planting some damn healthy-looking greens that you think look familiar to the sprouts she’d had under your legs.

Grinning at her while she rubs the outside of her forearm over her head, you bend down and take a single green bean eating it in front of her. “Does this mean we can do that again? I promise you don’t need to gag me this time.”

Meryl just groans about how some humans are so stupid while you keep smiling, munching on that single green bean.

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#trigun smut #meryl stryfe X Reader Smut #meryl stryfe #meryl stryfe X Reader #twink writes #31 days of monsters #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #witch #Witch meryl stryfe

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bugtastic · 10 months

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Next week I'm releasing all my writing blurbs and one shots. Prepare your asses I'm gonna go all out. I even wrote a Meryl x reader. You guys have no IDEA what I have in my notes. They're bad but imma just,,, blast them out for you guys since I haven't been active for MONTHS.

#trigun x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #meryl x reader

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vshthestmpede · 11 months

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Can I please request headcanons for a female reader taking care of Meryl in little, domestic ways? Bringing her food and drinks when she's working, massaging her shoulders and back when Meryl's been stuck doing paperwork, helping Meryl clean her guns, stuff like that? And cuddles and smooches, of course C: Life on Gunsmoke can be so hectic, Meryl deserves some peace.

one hardworking gal - f!reader

word count; 417

cw; none <3

cross-posted to ao3

you never turned down an opportunity to aid meryl in what she would consider "bothersome work"

"it's not bothersome - not when it's time spent with you," you'd reply with a reassuring kiss to her temple

meryl would often look to the sky and ask the gods what she did to deserve you and your kind heart

while she would clean her guns, you would sit by her side and ask her how you could help with a rag in hand

on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep at her desk while doing work and every time she would wake up with a blanket draped over her shoulders and a plate of food sitting next to her

of course, you'd be there as well - just curled up and asleep on the couch you insisted she keep in her office for that exact reason

her favorite little habits of yours were when she was drowning in work and you would always come in at the perfect time, a ray of sunshine in a storm

she would be so frustrated when you would swoop in, hands on her shoulders and a kiss being pressed to her cheek

"how do you always know when i need you?" meryl would murmur as she leans back against you, your hands rubbing her shoulders

"it's my superpower," you teased, leaning your chin atop her head as you looked at her messy desk. "you work yourself to the bone, honey. why don't you take a break?"

meryl sighed. "because if i finish it now then i don't have to worry about it later."

"that's fair," you agreed, pressing a little harder on the knots in her shoulders. "here, what about this: the faster you finish, the faster you get cuddles. make it so you've got something to look forward to?"

you grinned as meryl laughed, waving you off.

"i'll leave you to it," you said as you kissed the top of her head. "the bed'll be nice and warm when you're done!"

you swore meryl was done quicker than usual when she came to bed just an hour later but she assured you that work could wait

you didn't complain, enjoying the way she curled up against you with her face buried in your neck. your hand trailed lightly up her back as you hummed to her until she fell asleep

"sweet dreams," you whispered, pulling the covers over the two of you and pulling her closer to you as you drifted off

#trigun #trigun stampede #meryl stryfe #meryl stryfe x reader

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chris-continues · 9 months

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Trigun Band AU

General HC’s + how you meet

TW: suggestive (just heavy kissing)

SPECIAL THANKS TO @h4venpha @sapphirescience @linkdedruid and @beanibon FOR HELPING ME BRAINSTORM ILY GUYS AND IF U WRITE ANYTHING BAND AU PLS TAG ME <333 (in all caps to indicate enthusiasm) (shakes violently)

TAGS: @millionsvash @macncherries @lune010 @astrathecowboy @captaintweet

Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

You’re a classmate of Wolfwood’s in college and find out he’s apart of a rock/alt garage band named Gunsmoke with some of his friends- one day he’s frustrated that it’s his turn to do some of the managerial stuff and as he’s complaining to you about it, you suggest that you can take it up. You’re interested after all, and he seems chill enough so.. why not?

You meet him there with his brother, Livio (singer), who’s wildly cute and sticks to him like a social anchor, then meet Vash (drummer), Meryl (second vocalist), and Milly (guitarist) who are inside setting up (Wolfwood is a bassist)

Over time you do more gigs with them and have fun, soon pining after all of them lowk…

Wolfwood guides you with a hand on your back, Livio uses his hand to prevent you from bumping into anything, Meryl lectures you (she’s just worried about you!!), Milly grabs sweets for you, and Vash sometimes stands a bit close to you, gaze lasting a bit too long.

Also Livio’s lyrics start sounding a bit more romantic too :0 (I wonder why??)

Polycule begins!! (Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they’re brothers) and they’re the best partners you could ever ask for

While getting ready for a show, you’re their “good luck charm” (meaning they kiss you right before a show)

Milly kisses your cheek, Meryl is too shy to do anything but will give your cheek a kiss if she’s nervous, Vash peppers kisses over your face, Livio is also usually too shy but Wolfwood teases him about it like “what, too shy to kiss your own partner Liv?” And then Livio pecks your lips and hides his face, Wolfwood pulls you in by the waist and kisses you then tickles you cause he’s a piece of shit (affectionate)

Vash will cheekily go, “And this song is for you, mayfly.” And wink at you. Whenever this happens, Meryl usually feels part of your secondhand embarrassment and adoration and facepalms

Songwriting sessions with them consist of Wolfwood and Vash tapping their knees and making dumb noises to make a beat that somehow eventually works?? And Meryl is like, “how do you guys do it?? >:0” cause she’s been tryna construct something for a hot minute.

Livio is actually pretty good at coming up with lyrics, constantly humming under his breath with headphones and finding inspiration. It’s really cute. Him, with his hair up and knees curled to his chest as he sits on the floor, hand tapping as he hums.

Milly does something similar w/ drum beats! Sometimes they’ll be sitting next to each other and doing it and their hands touch. He gets really flustered and she’s like, “Awww”

During these sessions Milly, Livio, and you often go on snack runs (they both have sweet tooth’s)

Making out with Wolfwood in the back room.. his tongue piercing is cool against your lip

Also both him and Vash have matching tongue piercings, they fucking love to tease their partners with it because GOD it’s something

Livio gets one a bit later (so far for piercings he has snake bites, vertical labaret, his eyebrow, + industrial and other ear piercings), no tattoo’s though.

Vash has a smiley, a bellybutton piercing, along with a few ear piercings (and his tongue piercing), but one drunken night Wolfwood dares him to get a tramp stamp. He also has an inner lip tattoo saying, “babygirl” in cursive lettering

Wolfwood has spider bites + tongue piercing and has a matching tramp stamp with Vash (it’s a heart design with flames coming from the sides)

Wolfwood and Vash asko have matching nipple piercings

Milly would have an industrial, Meryl with a septum + a few ear piercings. I think they both would keep it pretty light.

You guys potentially get matching tattoos? (Smth w/ angel wings?)

Wolfwood gets it on his back, Vash on his wrist (so he can always look at it) Livio also gets it on his wrist, Meryl on her sternum and Milly on her shoulder/bicep

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Hey hey! I am an ex-barista (used to work at a local coffee shop) so I am totally a fan of coffee, lattes, all that kind of fun stuff.

From a writers opinion (especially someone who is a fan of Trigun), I want to know what you think each character would get from a cafe. Bonus points if you can create a flavor profile for each of the characters. For example: I have a feeling that Vash would drink something either super sugary or something that would pair well with a donut. (Vanilla, brown sugar latte perhaps?)

Just something fun I thought about!

I’m gonna be honest with you guys I don’t drink caffeine at all lol I’m a Pink Drink girly 🤞😔 coffee would give me a headache so I just don’t drink it but I tried my best even though I have no clue about coffee orders lolol I like doing chaotic headcanons, so this is just some fun general ones, sorry if it's not the best lol Also thank you @hermitagecats lol who actually drinks coffee and helped by giving me some ideas

Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe & Millions Knives Coffee orders and general headcanons.

Vash:

He’s just trying to get through the day, likes caffeine more than he should lol

Likes sugary drinks as well, and enjoys trying something new! Not super picky, he will get a donut with every drink or some type of snack. 💖

Cries over the latte art, like he feels bad that he has to drink it

Everyone knows him in the coffee shop! He’s so nice and gives such good tips like everyone loves him.

His go-to order: Caramel Frappuccino but he gets extra espresso shots lol and will always get a sweet treat!

Meryl:

Can not stand going with Vash and Wolfwood, like she will gladly just go in by herself just tell her what you want!

Is normal and gets nice simple drinks, but likes to shake it up! Goes for something new each time! Is a fan of her coffee!

On days she’s busy and needs to focus, she’ll get something simple like a black coffee. But if she’s not in the need of a caffeine rush, she’ll get a Latte

Likes to go to different cafes, the different locations help her get her work done and she likes trying the signature drink at each place.

Her got-to order: While she’ll order anything she has a soft spot for a White Chocolate Mocha

Wolfwood:

When he’s with the others he gets a simple black coffee,

Has asked them to fill a venti with just espresso shots they deny this request every time.

Likes refreshers lol will ONLY get them when he’s alone, if you saw Wolfwood ordering a Pink Drink you did NOT

He’s a menace since they won’t give him his damn venti with espressos, he orders a black coffee, and then just as many espressos shots as they are legally allowed to give him and pours it right into his coffee in front of the workers.

His go-to order is: Largest black coffee they can give, with as many espresso shots as he can take lol

Knives:

Gets the same coffee drink every single time, and refuses to try something new! He’s happy with his drink! Does not like getting coffee with Vash just the smell of the overly sugary drink his brother gets gives him a headache.

Will not go inside only goes through a drive-thru!

This is a tea man 🤨 you gonna look at me and tell me I’m wrong? Now while he’ll get the same coffee every time, he does like trying different teas!

He’s a Cappuccino man, but super specific instructions like this drink taste like shit and the worker is just like wtf is this? Vash tried it once and almost died, Knives says nobody understands his superior taste.

His go-to order: it's a cappuccino but it's the worst thing in the world

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cheralith · 11 months

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a dedicated tenderness — 「 knives (nai) x reader 」

content warnings ; none

contains ; college!au, modern!au, secret relationship, just plain fluff with hundred spoons, polygun being sillies

notes ; could be read as a continuation of the previous nai fic, could not! still has the same aspects of it tho :3

You had met the Saverems when they moved across the street just barely diagonally from your house when you were just shy of six years old. Vash had caught you staring at their moving truck from behind the tall oak tree that provided a shaded sanctuary amidst the blazing summer heat. He remembers waving hello to the eyes that peeked out from the trunk of it before they flinched and ducked behind the sturdy wood again, slowly creeping back up to see if the pair of bright turquoise eyes were still staring at yours.

And when they were, Vash, being the more friendly and lively one of the two twins, decided to take it upon himself and drag his brother to go greet their new neighbor.

"Hi!" A sauntering young Vash had called cheerily to you, who was still hiding shyly behind the oak tree. "Are you our new neighbor? We just moved here!"

The young twins had managed to circle the trunk of the tree and before them stood a child around their age adorned in a colorful striped t-shirt and dirt-dusted overalls. Vash remembers you stepping back from the eager youngster, a less enthusiastic and distant version of him trailing not that far behind. You nodded, kicking at the dirt and not wanting to make eye contact with the sparkled-eye boy.

"My name is Valentinez, but you can call me Vash," he had said to you with a bright smile. He gestured to his lighter blonde and much more aloof counterpart. "This is Knives, you can call him Nai."

Your shy demeanor had suddenly faltered for a swift moment, your eyebrows getting all scrunched up in confusion at the odd names given to the two boys that little did you know, would set a place in your heart for the rest of your life. And it's returned back to the Saverem brothers. Your existence has stained each brother in such a unique way, and both Vash and Nai don't think they'll ever be able to forget you, not when your first words to them were,

"You guys kinda have weird names."

Such a sentence had lead a divide of two contrasting relationships involving the brothers—on one hand, Vash had taken it lightly to heart and merely laughed it off, easing himself into a breezy and steady friendship with you. On the other, Knives, or Nai as (only) you and Vash refer to him, had jutted out his lower lip in offense and insulted your dirty overalls, not taking into account that children still didn't have a filter before the age of ten. It forced you and him down a winding and tangling path, one that was devoid of flowery compliments and fresh smiles and laughs like the path of friendship you and Vash walked down together.

Oh no, the road you took with Nai was much more rocky, much more dwindling, and much more confusing. Insults jabbed at you and him like thorns as you'd trip over nonsensicality like sprouted tree roots waiting for you to stumble over them. The weather is never consisted as you travel down with him (never hand in hand, he'd so much as hiss out in faux pain whenever you'd brush against him). It could be stormy one day—the clouds heavy with misunderstandings, arguments and tears. It could be partly sunny—a ray of light peeking over the dismal clouds, similar to the nature of kindness that rarely shone through sometimes. Or it could just stay cloudy, as it has always been since the dawn of your "friend"ship with Nai.

Regardless of relationship status, there was certainly one thing that Vash had always knew of—that his brother had always had a quiet admiration for you. He just never seemed to act on it as much as other suitors of yours did. He isn't actually sure when Nai began to see you in a different light, but Vash can confirm that the longer he waits for something miraculous to happen, the more time will eat him alive.

He's seen it on his brother's face before. When you began your first relationship back in the more tender days of high school beginnings, Vash's eyes behind his glasses had flickered to a pair of similar ones across from him as you had introduced your then-boyfriend and he remembers the heaviness and ruddy ache that flittered across Nai's cavernous eyes. They contrasted your glowing ones, eyes filled with life and hope for the better future as you showed him off to everyone.

It was almost ritualistic, Vash thinks. Nai never seemed to care for romance unless it came to you. Vash thinks Nai would break all pairs of his glasses if he were to ever to say anything of a sort to his face, but he knew Nai was saving that blank space in his heart for you to fill, whether he realized it or not.

Nai Saverem is picky with people. He doesn't befriend those as easily as his younger brother, preferring to stay alone and distant with people that could easily take up his time so carelessly. It's why he shoos away any of his admirers with a cold glance that tells them they have zero chance with him and why there seems to be a certain thickness in the air whenever he's around that creates an invisible bubble around him. It's a thick barrier that refuses to let unknown others in and lets them know they won't be welcomed anytime soon. Introverted as he is, his energy is only so small, so there's a certain brand of people that wastes his time and therefore, he only uses his energy on people that he thinks are worth using it for.

And so Vash can't necessarily say he's too surprised like the others when Milly makes a separate groupchat that contains a series of images involving the two people excluded from it. The first is of Nai waiting outside the science building where your final class is held during Fridays. It was an odd place for him to be considering he only had one class on Fridays and would usually be home by mid-afternoon, so it was strange that Milly had caught him during the peeking hours of twilight still on campus.

The second is an image of you walking out the building and waving a hello to him, followed by the third of you and Nai's blurry figures connected via your hands in a sunset-inked sky making your way to Nai's car. The fourth of the photo sequence is a video. With a soft tenderness from Milly's hands, you get into the passenger seat with ease, the normal conversation of hostility and teasings between you and him seemingly devoid because there's no snooty faces or rolling of eyes. But it's when Nai properly starts the car that things take a turn. Its engines revving to life, he takes the time to pause and properly cradle the back of your head with his hand and properly give you a brief but soft kiss before pulling back with a dust of pink on his cheeks at the sight of your giddy, miniscule smile.

Behind the camera Milly gasps and drops her phone out of surprise on the concrete, and the video echoes the crack of the screen's phone before Milly's whine of "Oh no... it broke!" ends the video.

As buildings and nature of all arrays pass by, Vash replays the video over and over again in Wolfwood's car, examining it and the other images in full and wondering how Nai's daydreams finally came to life. Vash rubs his eyes behind his glasses, still attempting to process if what he’s seeing is real—that his icy older brother was truly thawing his resolve at the sight of you visibly and blooming a foreign affectionate that even Vash rarely sees nowadays.

Wolfwood groans when he hears the sound of the beginning of the video play again, grip tightening on the steering wheel as his knuckles whitening out of annoyance. "Would ya cut that out already! I get it, they're datin'!"

Vash flinches at his boyfriend's irritated tone. He tucks away his phone with a hasty laugh and apology. "Sorry, I'm just a little baffled that they're finally together after all these years."

The brunette makes a sort of scoffing noise. "I didn't lose all hope that your brother would never find love, but in all my years, I didn't expect it to be (Y/N) out of all people," he mutters, a cigarette dangling from his hand that sits on the edge of the window, its peppery scent lingering softly in the car. "How long do ya reckon they'll last?" he asks everyone in the car. "My bets on three months, their bickerin' is gonna put an end to it 'fore somethin' else does."

"That's mean, Wolfwood," Meryl scolds and flicks him on the back of his head, earning a yelp from him. "I'll admit myself I don't know how those two came to be, but I only wish them well and if they're happy with each other, that's all that matters."

Milly chimes in with a positive cheer. "Agreed! I'm just happy that Mr. Knives has finally found someone!" she chirps. "I really didn't want him to end up as a sad old grandpa alone."

"I wasn't insultin' them," Wolfwood huffs, "I was just merely statin' the reality. Y'all saw it earlier today too—both of 'em playin' musical chairs with the seat Knives stole in the lounge when (Y/N) got up to go get water."

Meryl shakes her head. "It's still really mean to assume their relationship won't last. I don't know about you guys, but I can see them—hey! You missed the turn!"

"Shit!"

Wolfwood swears aloud, hissing as he realizes he's passed the entrance to a vast park on the busy street. He makes a swift and hasty U-turn on the road that makes everyone grip onto the nearest object for dear life before zooming into an entrance that lead to a hidden field in the woods. The car slowly drives by it, where everyone can see a a lone picnic blanket atop a small hill with a laptop playing Miss Congeniality sits on a picnic basket. The back of two people face the parking lot, and it doesn't take long for everyone in the car to assume who they were.

On Fridays, it was a ritual to go to someone's house for a relaxing movie night and just wind down with everyone's presence for the evening. Today, however, you and Nai had excused yourselves from it with what seemed to be valid excuses until Milly's paparazzi work had jumbled in hours later.

“Can’t,” Nai droned, his eyes still glued on his laptop. “I’ve some papers to grade for one of my classes before the midterm ends.”

“And I’ve got a lab report to write up with my lab mates later,” you mentioned. “I can catch next week’s if that’s okay.”

It clicked to them that it was secretly code for you and Nai to actually attend a secret picnic movie date, which Wolfwood took mild offense to as Miss Congeniality was one of his favorite movies, disliking that it was being used for a date out of all things.

"They can't be serious," Wolfwood sneers as he pulls into a coveted shady area of the parking lot, safe from yours and Nai's view but still able to provide the gang with proper sights. "What screams romantic about Sandra Bullock having to attend a pageant? There's literally so much better romcoms out—"

"Shut up!" Everyone scolds.

"You'll give away our cover!" Meryl hisses. "The point is to be subtle and quiet, you idiot!"

Wolfwood snides and rolls his eyes, his hands throwing up in surrender.

On the other side of the hill, you gently press another strawberry to Nai's lips. His teeth gently bite into it, the juices of it slowly seeping out from the corner of his lips for your thumb to scrape away, a feather-like touch grazing his lips as it does so. You go to stare at the red-stained tint on them for a moment unconsciously, the natural gloss the fruit left off almost hypnotizing you.

It goes unnoticed by Nai, however.

"If you wanted a kiss, just say so," Nai says, plucking the greenery of the strawberry out your hand to put it into the trash pile.

You break out of your trance with a stunned shiver going up your spine at the sound of Nai's casualty. It was still somewhat unnerving for him to be saying such things, especially considering how he used to be before you two began dating. Words conveying such warmth were still unusual to hear, but it wasn't like you didn't like it.

A warmth creeps on your cheeks and you blink. "What? No, I was just simply... going to fix your collar, that's all!" you lie hastily. Your hand goes to fidget with an already-neat shirt collar before your wrist is grabbed by Nai's own. It pulls you into him and Nai's lisps peck your own quickly before his attention returns to the movie like nothing had ever happened.

You swear you can feel some steam coming out of your head. While you were usually the one that began the small touches of affections, it always felt different and much more intimate when Nai would return them or replicate them in his own fervor. Maybe it was due to the lack of intimacy he displayed to anyone else, or perhaps because they were from Nai himself that they felt more personal—the man who barely showed any emotion to anyone other than distaste and apathy—and so for such an individual to be sharing such liaison with you just felt more close to heart because he chose you to share it with.

"I thought you weren't one for PDA..." you mutter, fighting the urge the lick your lips as the acidity of the strawberry leftover lingers on them.

Nai shrugs. "We're the only ones around here, so the 'P' aspect of PDA doesn't necessarily apply right now."

"That's what you think," you interject. "There could be some weirdo prodding around the bushes as we speak, spying on us, y'know!"

He lets out a soft snort as the ending scene begins to play out, where Sandra Bullock begins to give her speech about friendship in the banquet hall starts to seal up the ending ropes of the movie. "And what weirdo would want to spend their time spying on two college students on a picnic?"

"A weirdo who tends to enjoy movies and real-life romance."

"Those people don't exist."

"To you they might not, but to me anything is possible."

"Shut up before I kiss you again."

You snort aloud, fighting the urge to react to his declaration like a schoolgirl. "You're acting as if I don't want th—"

Milly gasps loudly as she watches Nai dips his face to yours to once again, kiss you, but with more ardor than the last, this one lasting much more soundly than the previous one. She can sense there's true passion and dare she say, genuine love, in it and she melts at the sight of it fondly.

Vash himself watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, pausing his munching on his sandwich as he hogs the binoculars from a protesting Meryl. It takes all the fight in him to not proudly cheer aloud at his brother making a move and he gags on his sandwich when he witnesses Nai tuck a lock of hair behind your ear after the kiss. His lips still tell nothing of a sort, still a stiff downward line like they usually were, but the rest of his radiates a sort of fluster when you giggle softly at his antics. Confidence looks good on his brother, Vash thinks.

"Shit, they're on the move!" Wolfwood exclaims after a while of spying. Everyone hastily packs their things and duck as an ignorant you and Nai make your way down the hill and back into his creme white car, where Wolfwood's doesn't trail too far behind. The four of them spend the rest of the evening not watching a romantic movie as planned, but instead fending for the real life soap opera that enacts in front of them, tailing you and Nai as you travel around town and into various shops.

"Who do you think made the first move?" Meryl asks with her eyes peering behind the binoculars, peeking behind the window of the car that sits parallel on the same street a record shop was. "I'm placing bets that it was—oh no, everyone duck!" They shift under the seats when you two walk out with small bags in hand holding sorts of records and CDs, still talking aimlessly and the beat-up grey-black Camry still unnoticed in the background.

"Never really took Knives for a music-type of guy..." Wolfwood mutters. They slowly rise up from their spots and beginning to tail the car again.

Nai's eyes go to flicker to the rearview mirror. "Are they still following us?"

You give a chuckle and glance at the side mirror, where a familiar car of sorts drives only a car behind you. You had realized back at the ice cream parlor that four pairs of watchful eyes had their sights on you and Nai awhile back, but figured it'd be awkward to confront them and ruin the date. Instead, you let them have their fun being pretend James Bonds and went on with the date like usual, attempting to ignore them as much as possible (it was quite hard, however, when you could see Vash and Wolfwood almost start wrestling in the front seats for aux).

You knew that you and Nai had to come clean sooner or later, but he had admitted that he wasn't ready to state publicly that he was in a committed relationship. You still weren't sure whether it was because of his own pride of being frustratingly independent or it was nervousness of entering a new era that was holding him, but you respected his wishes and continued to play the part of a bickering old couple stuck in the bodies of college students like how you were beforehand. You think you were still just as nervous as you were in the first few weeks.

But when Nai's voice echoes the words he promised to you when he officially asked you out with sweaty palms and palpitating heartbeats, a warmth in your chest unfolds in comfort, reminding you to look on the brighter, warmer side of things, even if you weren't too confident.

"I... really want to make this work... so I promise to do all that I can if you'll do the same."

You give a soft smile at his promise he made awhile back to a particular no one. Nai raises a brow at your mysterious grinning.

"What are you smiling about?" he inquires as he leads you to the entrance of your apartment building.

"Oh, nothing..." you shrug off, leaving Nai in the dust of confusion.

Nai narrows his eyes for a bit in suspicion before sighing out aloud. His eyes go to hover on the sight of that dumb Camry again, its shaded windows concealing who its passengers was from view but Nai has seen it too many times to count to know whose car it was and only who could be inside of it. The smoke that wisps from behind the driver's window does nothing more that confirm his suspicions as he picks up the scent of familiar menthol cigarettes that doesn't take him long to guess who it belongs to.

"Do you think we should confront them?" you ask.

Nai shakes his head, "Just let them be for now. I'll deal with them later," he murmurs when he leads you safely into your apartment building. "Text me when you get up to your apartment," he directs before brushing his lips against your cheek as a goodbye.

You nod, affirmative. "I will, thank you for today, too," you praise fondly and give his hand one last squeeze before you let go. You watch as Nai makes his way back to the entrance before you call his name out again.

"Hey, Nai?"

His head turns back to you, raising a brow. You take this time to fully embody him before your own eyes, from the tufts of his hair to each freckle on his body.

Nai before your relationship and Nai in a relationship you think are two vastly different people, and you still can't place your finger on who the real one was. A part of you thinks he's putting up a front in the eye of the public for his own self-preservation, but another part tells you that he's merely just showing a newer, more refined side of him that you've never seen before—a more tender and protective version of Nai that you think only Vash has seen before a handful of times. Sometimes, you pride yourself in confirming that this side of Nai, whether it was real or not, was only shown to you as a sign of trust from his desolate self.

However, there were other times that made you think this honeymoon era might not last and you and him will go back to how things used to be, altering the fate of your relationship for the worst. A petal of guilt would bloom every time that thought crosses your mind due to the unsettling feeling that perhaps you didn't confide in Nai enough, that maybe you just didn't earn enough of him to lock your feelings into place.

But when he waits patiently for your response, blinking slowly, you realize that perhaps it was indeed the latter—a slow exposure to a new side of Nai Saverem—that was yours for the taking.

"I love you," you declare in the foyer, your voice echoing and forcing your message to repeat itself to him for a few seconds.

Your eyes scan for a reaction from him and you earn a flustered, non-verbal one as a response, one that makes his lips thin and makes him thickly swallow and cheeks flush. A grin teeters on the corners of your mouth as you watch him attempt to utter out a reply. It falls short on his tongue, however, and you're only given a nod and wave before Nai (almost hurriedly) exits the building, the tips of his ears pink.

A giggle slips its way out of you as you enter the elevator, fondly thinking on his lasting image. Baby steps, you think.

On the floors below, Nai groans and drags a hand down his face at the memory of your declaration to him. It's more difficult than he thought to ignore the loud thundering of his heartbeat, and he doesn't quite enjoy how it twists his chest so... tightly. He feels foolish for not even gathering up courage to just say a mere "Me too." back to you, but his embarrassment suddenly dissipates upon seeing the same car still in its place. Nai suddenly remembers the last errand he has to take care as his feet carry him to it, the scent of a cigarette growing stronger each step.

"Wolfwood, can you at least take that outside?" Meryl complains as the the black haired man lights up his fourth cigarette of the night. It's a miracle how his car seats don't reek from the stench.

He shakes his head, jutting it towards the building. "No can do, sweetheart. Our cover will be blown if Knives sees m—what the hell?!"

A loud bang rumbles through the car from the roof and the familiar figure of Nai Saverem looms over the car before he ducks his head down and gestures for a nervous Vash to roll down the window. Vash, fear-stricken, obeys his command almost automatically, leaving Nai to stare boredly back at everyone's pale faces. Wolfwood thinks Nai's fist had created an indent on the top of his car, but his words fail him when he goes to stare at Nai's icy face.

"So did you guys have fun spying on us?"

a/n ; this was just kind of a fluff blurb to help me write something that was the next chapter of if the shoe fits because i kind of needed something fresh and new to work on. writer's block? i'm not too sure! i hope you enjoyed either way!

thank you for reading once more and as always, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <;3!

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