Meryl, day after Vashwood fucked the first time: So, how was it?
Wolfwood: *flashback to the sight of Vash sobbing and drooling with his dick down his throat, then squirting all over the hotel room while reciting a prayer*
Wolfwood, visibly sweating: IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᖴIᑎE
Vash avoided love because of his longevity, so the floor must have crumbled beneath his feet when he realized he’d inadvertently fallen in love with Wolfwood.
It came so naturally, so easy, creeping along his skin like vines. He realized it too late to save himself.
Wolfwood telling Vash he should grow his hair out again, to the length it was as Eriks. Vash asks why, and Wolfwood smiles and says, “It looked good on you.”
In reality, he’s vividly picturing himself gripping his fingers into the strands while he rails him from behind.
Vashwood body swap and Vash gets incredibly excited to top Wolfwood with his new giant dick.
And Wolfwood is horrified.
But Vash just GRINS and says, “What, don’t think you can take it, Mr. Oh-Vash-You-Can-Definitely-Take-Me?”
I’m… I just… I just think… that strong middle finger pushing into some Plantussy while his thumb is rubbing circles over the sensitive petals, and Vash is trying his best to hold his breath.
Listen. Hear me out. Vash’s biology goes into hyperdrive during heats, and wants to be filled and feel full, and Wolfwood is struggling to figure out how to help. Well, imagine his surprise when he figures out an ovipositor filling Vash with eggs instantly calms him down.
Thinking about this specific flavor of Vash getting absolutely railed within an inch of his life, his shirt shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet, pants pooled at his ankles, Wolfwood’s hand yanking his hair-
Okay, but Vash has a canonical foot fetish, right? So I can only think about Wolfwood giving him hell over it. Teasing him under a bar table, rubbing his foot up and down the length of Vash's erection. Stepping down barefoot on him, casually laying his feet in his lap.
“Vash would make the perfect housewife,” I say into the microphone.
The crowd roars with boos. I solemnly turn to step off stage, when I hear it. One loan pair of hands clapping. I squint into the crowd, passed the lights, and I see him.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
I’m like 78% sure Wolfwood’s kinks would be fucking hilarious and completely developed solely because of Vash. Sees Vash in a nun disguise? Oh, no, he likes costumes now. Vash joke, “Yeah, get me pregnant, handsome.” UH OH, BREEDING KINK.
Vash being bratty because he wants Wolfwood to fuck him, so Wolfwood tears a hole through his leather pants and fucks him within an inch of his life. 🥹
Wolfwood coming home and immediately yelling, “Vash, tits in my mouth, NOW! I AM THORSTY.”
Not realizing Meryl, Milly, and Livio are sitting at the kitchen table with Vash.
Vash and Wolfwood finding an old church out in the wild with a confessional. They slip inside.
Vash says, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been 115 years since my last confession, and I’ve been dreaming of choking on your priestly disciple’s cock all day.”
Victorian Circus Vashwood AU. Vash is a silk aerial performer, and Wolfwood is a strongman.
They’re both absolutely obsessed with watching each other’s performances, harboring crushes for each other in secret, hiding behind velvet curtains to watch.
This the Vash I picture carrying around his and Wolfwood’s baby girl shirtless at two AM, bathed in the warm, dim glow of a lamp in their living room, and Wolfwood just watches him, completely enraptured.
Vash moves into his first house, not realizing it's haunted by the ghost of a dark and handsome man named Wolfwood, who wants Vash to help find the person who murdered him.
Vash falls in love with the ghost, knowing he'll disappear if he solves his unfinished business.
To be loved, is to be changed. ❤️ I love you so much, Balkie. Seeing you today compared to when we first rescued you is warming my heart something fierce. You’re my baby boy.
Wolfwood is driving through the desert as Vash blows him. Every single bump in the sand causes his dick to plunge deep into Vash’s throat, and he looks up at Wolfwood as he chokes, peering with big, watery blue eyes, tucking his hair behind his ear.
Wolfwood hits every hole.
Wolfwood wears sweatpants for the first time in front of Vash, and Vash sees the shape of his gigantic dick as he walks.
It’s all Vash can think about for the next two weeks.
Okay, but what if I wrote Vashwood wedding and they talked about spending their tomorrows together in their vows??? Hmmm???? What if Wolfwood talked about being Vash’s guide??? HMMMMM???? WHAT THEN????
I’m kinda scared about Twitter going down and me losing all the hard work I’ve put in with writing and building a following, so who would be interested in me making a Discord server for all my readers??? I do not want to lose y’all. Like if interested, just putting feelers out.
Vashwood Fuckers with Benefits. They’ve been fucking for a year, so the benefit eventually is friendship. They know what each other look like during orgasm, but now they wanna know what each other’s favorite drink is and how they feel about constellations.
Wolfwood rutting against Vash’s full leather outfit, both too turned on to fuss with removing the too many belts and buckles, so Wolfwood is relishing in the feeling of that rough material on his dick, the cool metal, the look of Vash’s wide shoulders in that fucking tank top.
The “and there was only one bed” trope, but it’s Vashwood during their will-they-won’t-they phase. They walk into their shared motel room to find two beds, and they’re both VERY disappointed.
Wolfwood lighting candles all around the altar of an abandoned church in the middle of the desert, then slowly binding Vash’s hands, feet, and neck with rosaries.
He prays to God as he tugs the cross on Vash’s neck to coax his cock further down his throat.
Hear me out, HEAR ME OUT:
Wolfwood getting so turned on by Vash in his Wranglers, he insists on a quickie every time he wears them. Barely pulling them down to fuck him, bending him over the nearest surface so he can get a full look at at the jeans pooling beneath his ass.