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SPICY ALPHABET: nicholas d. wolfwood
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Letters: N, I, C, H, O, L, A, and S | dom! reader sub! character
N - NO TURNOFFS OR ABSOLUTELY WONT DO:
nicholas isn't too big into exhibitionism, he's a private person so he wouldn't want anyone seeing him this vulnerable epically with you. although later (letter L) he can do it in a car he has to be in the middle of literal nowhere.
I - INTIMACY IN THE MOMENT ROMANTIC OR ROUGH/DIRTY
i think in the moment he's more romantic. he is a bit of a brat with you but he won't do anything too extreme especially if you were his first love. does like to play a little dirty and has his moments of kinkier play.
C - CUM ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH IT
nicholas loves when you make him taste his own cum, scooping it with your finger and him sucking it off dry. he also loves it when you lick it off his own stomach if you two wanted to go multiple rounds that's how you get him going again.
H - HAIR GROOMING HABITS
i think he's a little bushy but not too much, he does have an happy trail but nothing too extreme. just like his face i don't think he has too much.
O - ORAL RECEIVING OR GIVING AND HOW SKILLFUL THEY ARE
when he's giving he's pretty good. i mean that lollypop scene says enough. he always has something in his mouth so i don't see it any different in bed. he wants to be your good boy and gives you oral till you say stop.
when he's receiving he's gripping the bedsheets. moaning at how good you feel, he wonders how you know so many of his weak spots. resisting himself from thrusting up into your mouth.
L- LOCATION WHERE THEY LIKE TO GET IT ON
I DONT KNOW WHY but i imagine he loves doing it in the car. the beautiful sky and you two laughing while trying to find a position in the car. ESPICALLY if you two are traveling everywhere, a car is somewhere most frequent with you two. sometimes it takes an hour to find a hidden spot.
A - AFTERCARE WHAT THEYRE LIKE AFTER THE ACT
he's so sweet but a little out of it. get him a glass of water and let him calm down. wouldn't want cuddles immediately as his body is sensitive but after a few minutes he'll be begging for cuddles.
S - STAMINA HOW MANY TIMES THEY CAN GO AND HOW LONG EACH ROUND LASTS
they last pretty long, it's honestly your choice as the dom. you control his orgasm. if you're in a good mood multiple rounds but if you're feeling mean less rounds but they last a lot longer.
thru out the hole show I wanted to lick Vash’s ears… they are so cute
“Give me wings and I will fly for you, even if all of heaven should pierce me with its light. ” - Tite Kubo (mangaka of Bleach)
Teach Me How (Trigun fic)
Summary:
2023 Vashwood Week day 2, prompt: "To know life is to love many things." - Vincent Van Gogh
Quiet honesty in a hotel room, desperate men clinging to lovelier things than what they see themselves to be.
@vashwoodweek
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The sheets beneath them were threadbare from age and use, the plaster walls of the room flaking and cracking without any paint even being bothered with to cover it. The bed they were in creaked loudly if either so much as twitched a leg or stretched an arm out, though it felt stable enough not to worry about it giving out beneath them like some final death rattle for the furniture piece. The only lights were the natural moonlight cast through the window across the room and a weak yellowed set of wall lamps in the connected bathroom, though with the many moons this planet had to offer, they were content enough without them.
Wolfwood let his scratched rough pads lazily glide over fair skin as his touch wandered from what was left of a bicep trailing upwards along the curve of cowl into neck to finally rest gently against temple, fingers curling into blonde wilting spikes. He laid on his side, arm beneath his head that was tipped forward so their foreheads almost brushed as he looked at his charge in the lowlight. Vash laid with eyes closed but his slightly too fast breathing and smile on his lips gave him away as not having fallen asleep. Their legs tangled beneath the thin and ratty blanket they had pulled up to only their waists, Wolfwood’s foot gently rubbing back and forth against Vash’s calf without much thought.
For once, it was Wolfwood who seemed to be thinking a bit too “loudly”, his dark eyes focused a bit too intensely on his charge’s face, taking in the man before him. Vash was a man who lived too truly to his ideals, striving to look for and defend love and peace even in this hellscape of a world they had been stranded on over a hundred and fifty years ago. His body a mess of man’s creation as the blonde was shown cruelty in return for his hope and kindness, not to mention the scars one couldn't see that were guarded so jealously like treasure in his heart and mind. No matter what he lost or was up against, he never numbed to loss as his heart never loved any less than the day, month, year, decade, century before. Wolfwood couldn't believe it at first, when it had finally begun sinking in just how much of Vash was built solely on and around naïve childish ideals. But he wasn't naïve, he was desperate and full of hope even with everything he had gone through and more that laid before him.
Wolfwood could never live like that, he knew that from incredibly early on this world existed to hurt itself and everyone within it and he was no different. He either had to destroy to survive or be destroyed himself, and he had too many responsibilities to take the high road of quick martyrdom. Protecting the orphanage and the children there, with how long he had been gone and how relatively short a time he had lived there, was much more protecting ideals than anything else. He was grateful and had come to cherish all the people there as a child, from the patient caretaker to even the sniveling infants they took in from the doorstep. That was why he was doing all this, so none of those other kind people had to go through what had been done to his body and life. But even that mission statement for his life was built on hope and foolish ideals, that a contract would be kept, that he could do something as if he had any agency in this, that he could preserve and leave untouched a warmth and innocent better place from before.
Wolfwood inhaled sharply through his nose, exhaling loudly from his mouth to center himself some.
“I think…I never learned how to love correctly.”
Otherworldly blue eyes cracked open at the admittance, blinking a few times to readjust to the lighting before seeking out the other’s own dark ones. Wolfwood swallowed, unsure why he voiced it to begin with, but now under the other’s gaze and scrutiny he felt so small for it. Before this being made up of love, what was he to say he knew not it’s truth? The being in question leaned the small distance forward enough to finally make the point of contact between their foreheads, both warm despite the cool night air. Vash simply held his gaze prisoner in the quiet between them, looking for something or maybe waiting, but Wolfwood couldn't place what he was searching for. When he made to speak again, not able to withstand the silent waiting game this had become, his mouth felt as dry as if he were in the desert outside and not in a ratty bedroom of an inn above a failing bar.
“I…I know what it feels like for other people to love me. Miss Melanie did, she said she did and she looked real honest about it. And with….,” he trailed, unwilling to voice it even now when they were intertwined like they had never once been two separate parts and not one shared whole.
Vash kept regarding him in silence, but he brought a leg up to a bend so their knees knocked together, a sign of encouragement.
“I don’t think I'm really made for it, not anymore, maybe not ever.” He laughed a bit, a bitter and weak thing it was just like its owner. “I see how you look at the world, how you talk to kids and old ladies and even pieces of shit with guns aimed at your head. I see how you’re overflowing with how much you love, and I…I understand that’s just how you are, but I don't….How do you…” He trailed off once more, unsure how to voice the question he actually wanted to ask.
Vash understood it seemed regardless, reaching his hand forward to softly splay against the priest’s chest, palm into sternum and long thin fingers pressing in slightly against his pec. Wolfwood’s gaze finally broke to glance down at the point of new contact, but when he flicked back forward he saw blue orbs slide closed and the blonde pressed his forehead a bit further into the others, gentle contact becoming firm pressure.
“I can’t tell you exactly how to love something, love is a human emotion and I've heard those tend to be fairly irrational sometimes. But-,” the stump of his arm reached forward and Wolfwood brought the hand he’d tucked under his head forward to the space between them. Having guessed correctly the other’s desire, Vash moved to tug the other’s hand up to rest his fingers against the lips in a ghosted gesture and then replaced his hand to its previous place of contact with Wolfwood.
“-maybe if you feel how i feel, you can learn to understand it.”
Wolfwood bit the inside of his lower lip, eyes widening a bit. He could feel a burning in his chest that slowly started to build and even trickle down into his gut, one he wouldn't dare give a name for fear it could push him past some precipice he couldn't see.
“Okay.” His voice was a strangled whisper but Vash’s smile grew in satisfaction.
“I love children, they’re humans at their most honest and true and they’re not scared of me even if they find out who i am.
I love the adults they grow into, even with the scars of age and this planet they’ve had to learn to live on. They’re so brave and have come so far.
I love how hard you all work, you shouldn't have made it at all in this place and yet you’ve survived so long, so many of you for generations living when nothing was on your side.”
Wolfwood wanted to interrupt, wanted to say that wasn't true. ‘ We had you on our side all this time.’ He didn't.
“I love all the things you have made, you’re so creative and full of excitement and how you all share stories and joy and ideas is so wonderful to me. The art, the books, the clothing, the food.
I love donuts especially-,” Wolfwood snorted at him, making Vash stop to giggle, kissing the other’s fingertips in the pause before continuing, “It’s true! You all made something that had no nutritional value at all and if I could, it’s all I'd ever eat! Just because it makes people happy, it was made. To share something between people purely for enjoyment is a wonderful thing Wolfwood.
I love my sisters, the plants…they’ve given so much for everyone even when they’re so tired. Nobody else can do it so…so they keep going, even when their humans might not know how to take care of them or might not even know they’re alive in those glass bulbs. Even if the humans of this world don’t know we were born to help humanity, that we were made on a planet that is so far from this one across so many stars, they still do everything they can and…and some they can't.”
His tone grew more somber, his smile a bit more forced now and he had to take another pause to refocus himself. Wolfwood started rubbing small circles against the blonde’s cheekbone to offer him some kind of comfort, some kind of focus like how Vash was doing for him. The blonde gratefully leaned into the touch, letting his eyes flutter open to give Wolfwood a glance to reassure him.
“I love…I still love Nai, even if I can’t describe how or why. I…i know he loves me too, but the way we love each other isn't… It hurts us, both of us. Loving me hurts him like loving him hurts me, but I know he does…that hasn't changed.
I love Rem, I love how kind she was and how strong she was. She was so certain of everything she told us, so absolutely certain that humans could do better if given the chance and the time. I loved her smile, and how she’d tell me things about the person she missed from earth. She was so happy to see me with his haircut, haha. I can’t bear to ever change it at this point, since she must love seeing it. I don’t really know what kind of heaven would exist but…I know she would be in it.”
Vash met Wolfwood's gaze once more as he asked in an almost pleading tone, “Do you believe me?”
“I do.” He spoke without hesitation.
“Do you believe that I love you too, Nicholas?”
Wolfwood choked, pursing his lips to keep himself from saying anything he shouldn't as his chest constricted almost painfully tight. Vash’s gaze seemed to sadden then, a pinch between his brows as he brought his hand up to rub the back of his knuckles against the bottom of his jaw, the best he could do in their position on the small bed.
“I love how kind you can be, even when your hands have only been forced to do cruel things. I love how warm they are just like your heart is, even if you don't realize it. I love how you scold me for not enjoying good alcohol just to smoke cigarettes that sometimes look like they’ve been jumped on by a kid in boots. How you love nicknaming anything we happen to get to know or own, how you love those stupid falling apart bikes and when they break down we always have to stop everything so you can give them last rites. I love how you pull faces when you think nobody notices when you have to talk to people you don't like or do things you find bothersome.
I love how my name sounds on your lips, it makes me…It makes me feel loved, even when…even when I don't know why you would want to. To endanger yourself with me, how even though I apologize to you we both know I can't change and we’ll do it all over tomorrow. I don't…I don't understand it, I don't understand a lot of things like that but…if we spend too much time trying to pick out why or how, we’ll miss out on the time we have to just let it be dontcha think?”
He offered a nervous chuckle, his voice sounding a bit wet as his own emotions got the better of him despite this being an attempt for Wolfwood’s sake. He stiffened momentarily in surprise as Wolfwood, like a surge of an ocean neither had ever seen, had suddenly moved forward to wrap his arm around the others back and press his face into the blonde’s chest just askew from the metal grate over his heart. His other hand worked to snake under and around his waist to pull him even tighter. Vash angled his hip to allow the wanted action, and once wolfwood had pulled him tightly that last bit closer, pulled his one arm out from where it had gotten awkward smooshed in the movement, moving to hold the back of Wolfwood's head, nails lightly dragging back and forth against his scalp.
“Do you believe me?”
When wolfwood replied, it was more a gasp than a spoken word as his frame began to tremble and whatever emotion that had been burning him from the inside finally won out and burst from him.
“Yes.” It was a wet sound, but it was enough for Vash to be content; he couldn't hear any lie within it.
That's How It Is (Trigun fic)
Sumary:
2023 Vashwood Week day 3, prompt: Scars
"I don't want to do this anymore."
This line has been rattling around in my brain for like 3 months so when I saw this for day 3's prompt i jumped on the chance.
@vashwoodweek
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“I don’t want to do this anymore…”
His voice had barely been above a whisper, but the only other sounds out here in the desert night was the wind around them whipping up loose sand out beyond the rocky outcropping they had made camp at for the night and the fire crackling beside them a small distance away at their little camp’s center. And yet, it felt like it had to be said quietly, a confession like any other sin meant only for the priest and God to hear.
Wolfwood paused from his actions, having been digging through Vash’s bag to dredge out some kind of canned food they had picked up at the previous town to heat over their meager fire. He waited, to make sure he didn't miss anything else from his companion but he was met with silence and a growing sense of unease in the air, his hackles would have raised if his body was truer to his name. He slowly turned to look over at the blonde, sitting on the ground not even a yard away with his legs pulled up to his chest and his face buried up to his nose in his crossed arms atop his knees. Today hadn’t been a bad one honestly, nobody had come to claim Vash’s bounty, nor in the town they had left that morning were they recognized. They were in a walking stretch, Angelina III giving out the week prior but it wasn't horrible or unfamiliar territory. They had not sustained any major losses or reminders at all that day, it had been nice almost frankly.
Yet with how small Vash looked curled up beside him, Wolfwood felt at a loss for proper words. He looked fucking miserable, to be honest. Not quite sad just… everything about him looked and felt run down. Part of Wolfwood thought it was about damn time he let himself feel as ragged as watching how he lived felt, but in this moment actually seeing it unguarded for once felt…off, wrong. Wolfwood plastered on a good naturedly smirk and offered a weak chuckle, trying to glaze over the moment, afraid something delicate would break if he didn't tread lightly here.
“Hey now, my cooking isn't so bad and we’ll be in a town again in no more than a couple days if we keep up a good pace.”
He tried to keep his tone flippant and light, like he was distracted not as if his attention and body weren't both wired up now keeping attention to any actions or words the other had. In response, Vash merely shook his head, his arms hiding a grimace on his lips as he grit his teeth. Wolfwood waited a few beats before returning to root through the bag, looking to get his original target to at least give off the impression he wasn't stalling and really was casually setting up dinner. He squinted to read the label on the can once he’d drudged it out from the bag, tilting his head a bit to better catch the fire light.
“Now let’s see…oh now this is a score, you found tortilla soup back there? See, that’s pretty nice right?” He was talking out his ass, he knew it was obvious. But talking felt better than the silence, it put a distance between what he didn’t know how to address and moving through the evening to tomorrow. Hell, maybe they just wouldn't talk about it, wouldn't that be easy and nice? Wolfwood was a coward, he knew that. When it came to things he couldn't use his hands or the punisher for he was at a loss, too carved sharp from the life he’d lived so long having lost most of the real gentleness he had in exchange for a pretty good cover act he usually reserved for women and children to get information and the odd favor.
He set up their little hanging cooking put on its sticks above the fire and dumped the can of soup into it. Stoking the fire a little, he moved to sit not quite next to Vash, but maybe a foot to his right and kept his eyes on their dinner instead for lack of better focus. Now with both his task and his companion, he was caught in a place of quietly waiting. And so he did. It could have been moments or minutes, but Vash had taken the quiet as some kind of invitation and had simply let himself slump to the side up against Wolfwood's shoulder and upper arm. His legs were still drawn in but he turned his foot to be planted so the priest didn't take his entire weight, but it was still more than he was expecting and he reflexively gave out an “oof!”.
Vash kept his gaze downwards, but his position no longer supporting his arms he made to hug himself, his face more visible as proximity didn't allow him to truly hide behind his high collar. Wolfwood, unable to avoid him now, finally looked over at his charge proper for the first time since his small voiced confession. He was quick to notice normally pale lips now looked red and rough, like they’d been bitten through or gnawed on. Wolfwood sighed, scooching closer to Vash so their hips grazed each other, making the lean for the blonde a bit less dramatic and uncomfortable. Vash let himself be adjusted, resettling higher up on Wolfwood's shoulder proper pressing his cheek against the other man, his hair now tickling at Wolfwood's neck but not enough for him to do anything about it.
“Nick?”
“Hm?”
A pause.
“What do you do when…when it hurts for so long that you just stop feeling it anymore?”
Wolfwood’s brows furrowed at the question, unsure how to approach. “Are your scars acting up again?”
Vash hummed noncommittally, “Kind of.” He sounded unsure of his own answer, and Wolfwood could feel him working his jaw back and forth against his shoulder.
“Needle Noggin?”
“I think… I realized how much it hurt, and how long I've been hurting and…,” he paused, taking a deep breath as he turned his head to press his temple into the harder edge of his shoulder. “God, Nicholas, I'm so old and it never stops. It’s just the same thing every day and I keep moving forward but it doesn't matter, does it? I’ve walked every step of this entire planet at least once and yet I still keep walking, the only other constant is-...Does he hurt like this? Do you humans hurt like this? Is it like dying stars for you all, more painful but much faster until you just die?”
Wolfwood felt utterly gutted, like he’d been cut open and everything he had was spilling out instead of one of the most earnest admissions he had ever gotten from his companion. His voice had sounded so damn tired, not in a way anyone like Wolfwood could understand he didn't think. No, he was reminded how much the man beside him wasn't a man but a being, a creature much older than anyone else on this planet aside from the one who completed his matching set. And oh how this creature had suffered, open arms and warm smile rejected endlessly and punished. Had it always been like that, had there been no time truly that humans had returned Vash’s love? No, Wolfwood supposed not, human nature wouldn't change just because of a new planet just like that, no maybe because they were it was like a return to the primal selfishness that humanity had within them. To act otherwise was an active choice, and who would do so in favor of survival even at the cost of others?
Wolfwood reached around Vash and twisted until he could get both his arms securely around the blonde. With his grip sure, he tugged until he had pulled him over into his lap and, once sitting there with long legs awkwardly tucking up to trap Wolfwood's arm around his charge, he pressed Vash against his chest.
“Wolfwood?”
“Hush. Just sit here.”
He did not. “Ever since we started traveling together, I imagined it would be you who finally killed me.”
“Needle Noggin,” he warned.
“Would you? Kill me?”
“Vash!”
“Please? When everything is said and done, would you do that for me?”
Wolfwood screwed his eyes tightly shut, hugging the man in his arms probably far too tight for any comfort but he was never told to stop. “NO! I WON’T! I DON’T WANT TO!”
Vash smiled, a hollow gesture that made Wolfwood feel nauseous.
“Is that how it is…”
“It is! That is how it fuckin’ is, because we’re gonna live through the end of this and then im dragging your ass to December with me even if its kicking and screaming. And when we’re there, you’re not leaving anywhere without me to make sure you don't get your stupid ass killed just like it has been! This is how it is now!” His voice was grit through teeth in a harsh snarl, he could feel his lips peeled back and something guttural threatening to tear through his throat. He exhaled heavily through his nose, trying to keep it at bay before pressing onwards.
“You’re gonna love those kids, and they’re gonna climb all over you and beat you up until you cry. Miss Melanie is going to constantly scold you and you’re gonna duck your head and give her that stupid smile every time and then you’re gonna help us take care of all of the little brats we end up with and when it's over every day we-we’ll…we’ll just….we’ll do it again the next day, and the day after that.”
Wolfwood was losing steam; he had never believed he’d get far enough really do all that, he never believed either of them would survive this stupid mission, but he couldn't listen to this being who radiated hope and love for humanity just…beg him so softly to be killed just so he could finally rest. He wouldn't take any part in a mercy killing, he was the punisher and that was the killing he would do. And Vash….Vash had been punished for living more than enough. And so he firmly painted this picture of a future he didn't ever think could be real, willing one of them to believe in it as he spoke and not caring much which of them it was. He told him about the kids he could recall being there when he left, all the stupid chore they’d both be sent to do every day, how shit the beds were in the room they’d inevitably share to keep as much space for the kids available, he told him what December was like, he just kept talking until he ran out of things he could put into words.
He resisted the urge to pant, feeling out of breath from his nonstop rambling about a life he had never hoped for before this very moment. As he sat there, clinging and breathing and just feeling, he idly thought how the soup he’d put on the fire was certainly burned. They’d still eat it anyways, of course. Lost in his scattered thoughts, he almost missed the oh so small voice in his lap, but he was quick to whip around to look down at blonde spikes and imagine what startling blue eyes looked like.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
He felt a nod against his chest.
“That’s how it is now…” It felt less like a response for Wolfwood so much as feeling words in his mouth, but whether giving in as a defeat or genuine belief and acceptance, Wolfwood didn't care. He would cling to it as fiercely as he clung to their owner in his arms right now.
Yes, Wolfwood was a coward.
He was painfully human.
And oh how selfish he was.
To cling to the very person he was to lead into death, to refuse him release even in the inevitability of both their horrible painful miserable ends. Playing roles in a story neither wanted to tell, they had no real choices before them did they? But even still, Wolfwood wouldn't let Vash just give up and leave him. He didn't allow it in Augusta, and he wouldn't now either, and to say it was for simply his orders and contract and not the memory of surprisingly soft hair against his skin and a too light body in his grip?
Well that would make Wolfwood a liar too wouldn't it?
Smoking noirettes with messy hair and hooded eyes will always be the best character design
THIS IS SO SILLY
As suggested by Azuvist on twitter xD WooWoo got a portal to multiverse between his tits. It was supposed to be a sketch but what is self-control haha
@thatchristianemo come get your man
Went back and rendered a sketch from a bit ago until I got bored
Double Typhoon 「 Trigun 」
Tripony 「trigun + mlp」
※ Just silly little drawings mixing my childhood and my current obsession ^_^・
Little fella 「R≫L」
A/N : may continue in the future, still not sure. ㅇㅈㅇ
A wing away 「 trigun + mlp animation test」
Lil kiss
Vash, who sees even the most outspoken flirtation from Nicholas in a friendly way. And even if he begins to suspect something, then "well, no, it can't be, it's NICHOLAS". Stupid son what to take
(sorry for the mistakes, text is just from the translator, I'm too tired to edit it)