✦ vash the stampede x nicholas d. wolfwood
✦ contents: band!au (non-polycule/separate timeline)
✦ WC: 392
✦ notes: imagine this is from a slowburn band au vw fic and they have hella tension and they cant keep away from each other (i can't write long ass slowburn fics for the life of me ok jus imagine it...)
“you know what they’re sayin’ about us in the press?” wolfwood grumbles, leaning his shoulder against the door frame of vash’s room with a wadded up morning news paper in his hand and milly’s cute, floral mug in his other, filled with his steamy black coffee. it’s only 8am, don't expect him to grab the right mug five minutes after waking up. he takes a noisy sip as his dark eyes trace over vash’s lanky figure stirring under rumpled sheets. wolfwood sighs before flipping them open again.
“‘gunsmoke’s drummer and lead guitarist seen together—‘“wolfwood drones, reading off the flimsy newspaper filled with dramatized comments and theories from journalists who have nothing better to do than invade into people’s lives for the sake of ‘entertainment’.
“—followed by a picture of us after that concert we had last week.” scratching his head, he looks up from the newspaper and meets vash’s sleepy eyes. even through his grogginess, he can see the cogs creaking in his head.
“…aren’t we always together? because we’re in the same band?” vash mumbles as he rubs his hands over his face, piercings clinking like tiny bells. wolfwood gives him a moment to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes before he rolls the newspaper back up and tosses it over onto his bed.
he blindly reaches for it, holds it above his face, blinks twice.
“oh,” vash tuts quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he sees the poorly printed image and recalls the night of that concert. slight annoyance flashes over his face as he remembers that paparazzi will do anything to get a trending picture, even if it means sneaking around back and snapping flicks. it doesn’t help that the picture was taken purposely to make it look like they were about to kiss behind the building, a sly smile on his face as he leaned in close toward wolfwood smoking with his back to the wall. sure maybe they were going to do a little making out— but it doesn’t mean the paparazzi have to be so nosy.
“could’ve all been avoided if you’d just left me alone to smoke.” wolfwood puts one hands up in surrender, shrugging playfully.
“you turned around at least eight times to look at me during the set— you were tempting me!” vash complains noisily, but wolfwood can see the pink flush in his face.
fem!reader, shameful masturbation, negative thoughts about masturbation, lowkey a lil breeding kink just a lil, negative post nut clarity emotions, vash is pent up and adorable
“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” vash whispers, leaning against the door frame of his room. his eyes are sleepy and soft as he speaks quietly with you in the empty hotel hallway.
after a long night of lingering touches under the table and drunkly stumbling over each other, having you here to himself brought him to another high. sure the alcohol is helping him, but standing here with you, still warm and bubbly, something is shifting inside him. he wants to run from it, yet capture it and swallow it whole.
“mhm, don’t sleep in too late. we’ve got business with the insurance girls tomorrow morning.” you remind him, yet you’re sure he didn’t forget. he was quite good at remembering and being on schedule. maybe it’s your pathetic excuse to stand here a little longer with him, so what?
“right yeah, of course,” and he flashes one of his sheepish yet charming smiles, except a little more nervous than usual. the same ones he had been giving you whenever he passed you another glass, but something seemed off about this one.
you can tell he’s still drunk, with the way he fiddles with the front of his shirt and the way his eyes seem to dash and skim over your face. like he’s not all focused or something’s distracting him..?
“okay w-well i better wash up now,” vash shifts on his feet, dress shoes clacking against the wooden floor. he can feel this coil of sensations unwrapping inside him. its starting to reveal something deeper. something embarrassing. it doesn’t help that his eyes are naturally drawn to your chest. he steps away from you and starts to close his door and somehow he reminds you of a deer in headlights.
“uh-“ you reach out, concerned, yet as soon as you do, he starts to close the door faster.
“yeah! goodnight to you too-“ vash shuts the door on himself. it feels rude to force you away from him, but that sensation is starting to spread to his legs, and he would much rather be out of your sight when his face starts reddening.
horrified and embarrassed, he shuts his eyes, in denial that he’s indulging in any of this. he leans his arm against the door and presses his eyes into his forearm. ever so slowly, his other hand runs down his stomach, over his belt, lower towards his crotch. biting his bottom lip, his shaky hand reaches to cup himself and- god, yeah. he’s rock hard in his pants.
“mmhg…” vash whimpers softly, he can feel himself throbbing against the tight fabric and its making him dizzy. all of his blood is rushing from his head and down his lower half. images of you from tonight flashes through your head; your dress riding up your thighs, your chest spilling out from the low v-neck, your red, flustered face he so dearly wished to see under him. it’s so humiliating yet he cant help the way he begins to roughly palm himself through his pants.
if you found out he was- if anyone found out what he did behind closed doors, the shame would be enough for him to pledge to never indulge in such selfish activities ever again. yet whenever he was finally alone after a night of being with you, he craved for you. his hands itched to touch you under your clothes, his dick jolted and throbbed at the mere thought of being inside you.
vash bites his lip, a pathetic attempt to hide his noises and soothe the tinge of shame. his hand rubs a little faster, his hips begin to grind along the pace, and vash realizes how fucking pent up he is. he can’t even remember the last time he touched himself. a month ago? a few months ago? god he doesn’t even know, but if he doesn’t cum his brains out at the thought of your dress hiking up your ass soon he might start crying.
vash is starting to drool a little on himself. instead of biting his lip to hide his sounds, he resorts to biting down on the fabric of his sleeve. but its useless because its rapidly soaking up his droll and now he’s imagining the wet folds of your pussy lips on his mouth and— oh god he’s moaning.
“a-ahh mmghf…” vash’s hips shuddering as he grinds into the palm of his hand, eyes rolling back whenever the leaking tip rubs against the tight fabric. god he can feel the wetness seeping through. he’s letting out little a-ah’s and mmh’s as he begins to lose himself.
it only makes him hump his hand faster when he starts to imagine cumming deep in your stomach, filling you up to the brim with his warm seed. he’s starting to twitch now, legs losing strength as his body begins caving in on himself. his blond hair falling over his shut eyes as he muffles his moans into his arm, sweat running down his face and soaking into his shirt. its so embarrassing, but he’s so close. just a little more…
vash presses his hand harder against his aching dick, gives one, two, three more rough strokes— and he’s gone. he bites down hard on his sleeve as his cock paints the inside of his pant leg with hot cum. his jaw dropped open as he shudders and groans. in a frenzy, his hand keeps on moving. pushing the last of the seed out as he pushes himself for more. his dick is softening and refusing, but he keeps on slowly rubbing the sensitive tip, imagining your wet tongue lapping up his spend before swallowing it.
vash gives himself a mere ten seconds to think about that soft, pretty mouth of yours again before he stops rubbing himself, instead wiping the sweat from his brow line. post nut clarity finally hitting him: ‘god i’m such a pervert.’ vash bites his lip as he relishes in the uncomfortable cooling of the cum in his pants. the sweat around his neck and underneath his shirt— and he feels like he needs to take a cold shower immediately.
but he doesn’t. maybe just for tonight he can keep on thinking of you. thinking about kissing you after you lick up the cum from his tip. maybe only for tonight he can do that. tomorrow morning when vash sees you again in the hall way, he’ll say good morning and you’ll say it back, and the thoughts from tonight will be shoved to the very back of his mind. he’ll forget about the way he visualized your curves under your dress and your mouth wrapped around his shaft. he’ll forget about all of this. no one will ever know what he does when he’s alone, hell, he’ll act like he doesn’t know either.
vash huffs as the disgust and shame finally pierce him deep in the gut. he wipes the sweat at his brow line and slumps against the door, sleepiness already making its way into his bones. but just as he settles against it, a weight on the other side door lifts off. vash stops breathing when he feels if. panic begins to sink in as he realizes how eager he was earlier. fuck. he didn’t even wait to hear you walk to your room before he started touching himself.
vash bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as he finally does hear your footsteps retreating away. ‘god i’m such an idiot.’ he didn’t think the shame and embarrassment he felt could get any worse, but oh it can, and it did. vash kicks off the door, walking straight to the bathroom to strip and soak in a a cold bath.
he prayed that you would forget all about it in the morning.
idc IDC i would suck vash’s soul out of his dick. he needs to be so overstimulated i need to see him crying begging asking me to stop cause hes too sensitive. IDCCXX i needa see him sweaty and trembling !!
cw breeding kink, so unprotected sex, crying during sex, cis vash, half ramble half drabble thing
vash the stampede and missionary combo is unmatched idc
vash hooking his knees under yours, spreading your thighs and making sure you can’t close them. forearms propped up on either side of your head, his sweaty chest pressed into yours, his forehead brushing against your with every rut and roll of his hips. hes so lost in it, babbling and sobbing, telling you how good you feel around him and how close he is to cumming.
also vash, who would never admit this out loud, but loves missionary because he can fuck into you deeper— meaning he can cum deeper into you, and that thought in of itself drives him crazy. when he gets close, he pulls you tighter against him, face pressed into your shoulder, drooling and pleading desperately.
“i ne-need to cum inside, hah, pl-please—“ vash breaks off into a sob, voice going up an octave, high pitched and needy as tears brim his big, glossy eyes. “pleasepleaseplease!” and the moment you give him any sign of confirmation, he hisses through his clenched teeth, unintentionally pushing you up the creaky bed in attempts to get himself deeper into your guts.
“oh— oh god—“ glass eyes rolling back into his head, a deep shudder runs through him, his hips trembling as he fills you up to the brim with his sticky seed. vash’s dick twitching weakly as his balls pulse and finish emptying inside you. still panting, he props himself back up just to lean back down and capture your lips in a slow kiss, enjoying in the heat of your body and the slick gooeyness inside you.
just saw something you said about sheriff!wrio teaching you how to shoot his gun and it unlocked something deep in my brain that i didn’t know was there
thinking of his big, hard chest being pressed to your back and his strong arms wrapping around you and his rough yet warm palms covering yours, cupping both of your hands as they grasp the revolver’s handle.
“cock it,” he says. he’s so close that his warm breath tickles your neck and sends a wave of goosebumps along your skin. your thumb presses down on the hammer.
“point it right at where you’re aimin’… just like that,” he says, so raspy and deep that you feel it between your legs, and raises your arms just a little, until your eyes are perfectly lined up with your target on the other side of the gun.
“and pull the trigger.”
the gunshot rings in your ears as you fire. the recoil pushes you back into wriothesley’s chest, but it’s a rock wall that refuses to budge. the target is now marked with a brand new hole that’s almost at its centre.
his face, which rarely moves from a stoic gaze, has an uncharacteristic pride written all over its features.
cw public bathroom sex, like very very public like multiple people were listening in on them, trans sub bottom vash, cis dom top wolfwood, light humiliation, heavy teasing, wolfwood is a little bit mean but he means well, can be read as any vw version
“really didnt know you were into this, angel.”
“i- i’m fu- ucking not—“ vash gasps, fingers curling around the top of the door as his forearms push against it. it's not like he wants everyone in the bathroom to know they are fucking in the last stall, but there was nothing else to grasp onto as wolfwood nudges his leaking tip into his soaked folds.
“really? cause you're reeeeally wet,” wolfwood laughs and hovers on top of vash’s bent over figure as he bottoms out, the slide in suspiciously easier than usual. and vash wants to say something back but wolfwood’s tip is pressing so deep into his guts.
“breathe, breathe, sweetheart,” wolfwood coaxes in a gentler tone, reaching around to hook his middle and ring finger into vash’s parted mouth, the thick fingers that were sinking in and out of his cunt just a few minutes ago, splaying across his tongue.
and vash is honestly on the verge of passing out. plant marks flickering weakly, fingers trembling as wolfwood holds him together, keeping him upright on his length, deep in his pulsing cunt. it honestly hurts a little, but the silky, saccharine quality of wolfwood’s voice and the hot cling of his strong hips against his ass keeps his glowing eyes open.
with a deep, hissing inhale, wolfwood rears back just halfway, vash’s walls trying to suck him in before he falls into a gentle languid pace, hipd rolling with a smooth rhythm. vash’s mind goes gooey, his insides being shifted once again with the shape of wolfwood’s dick, a mould he’s come to memorize after months of traveling (fucking) with him.
vashs pants pool around his ankles, all of his buckles clanking loudly against the tiled floor as his entire body seems to rock with the motion of wolfwood’s pace. he grips the door tighter, his gloved leather fingers slipping on the smooth plastic of the staining stall door. a loud clanking of the door against the metal lock echoing into the ears of the poor men who just needed to take a piss, but instead get to listen in on two outlaws feverishly fucking after wandering hands under their abandoned saloon table became too much.
“wolfwoo.. they- they can he- hear—!” vash blabbers quietly around wolfwood’s fingers, drooling down the front of his red coat
“i know,” wolfwood huffs and nuzzles against the back of vash’s head, sliding his hand down to firmly settle around vash’s throat, causing his lips to stay parted to suck in strained breaths and intentionally giving him no way to hide his sounds from ears from outside the stall. wolfwood feels vash’s cunt clench rhythmically around his cock at his words, candy blue eyes rolling back into his pretty head as he gives into the embarrassment and humiliation of fucking in a public bathroom.
“just take it, don’t think about anything else— yeah… just like that, angel.” wolfwood coos warmly before tucking a hand around his hip and swinging them to the brick wall to the right. and thank god they chose the furthest stall (they originally chose it to be discrete but look how that turned out.)
wolfwood pushed vash against the bricks, before really fucking him. originally, he was scared of pushing him up on the door in fear of possibly shoving if off its metal hinges and creating a bigger scene than they already had, but here on this nice, stable brick wall, wolfwood could fuck him like he really meant it.
with a low snarl, wolfwood immediately resumes bullying that sweet spot in vash’s sopping cunt, except harder and faster. skin slapping sounds echoing off the bathroom walls as he fucks him, ignoring the men listening in on them. vash falls apart, sandwiched in between the hard bricks and a warm chest, he lets out shuddering gasps, wolfwood fucking impossibly deep. the wall helped keep him still, unable to move or shift away from his fast, mean strokes.
“this is what you needed?” wolfwood presses his lips against vash’s swinging golden earring, hips canting up into his tight heat. vash only mewls, gloves scraping against the bricks as he tries to hold on, but its useless.
“couldn’t even wait til we got back to the hotel huh— i could tell you needed it out there,” wolfwood rasps, reminding vash of how he was all over him, his voice piercing straight through the hazy lust enveloping vash’s numb head causing him to nod weakly.
“let me take care of ya, let me take care of it,” and vash doesn’t even realize wolfwood’s hand sneaking down until the insistent circle of thick fingers blooming pleasure over his engorged clit. he seizes up, thighs pressing together, knees knocking as wolfwood quickly presses closer, keeping him from collapsing as his quick fingers drive him closer to the edge.
“t-too muh- too much! mmhh- wolfwood, please..!” vash stammers, breath getting caught in his lungs with each thrust.
“shhh, i know, angel. you’re alright…” wolfwood absentmindedly hushes into ear, his own pleasure rapidly building. he doesn’t stop, leading vash straight into that fuzzy headspace as his fingers rub tighter circles.
“nnnh- nick—!” vash gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure shoots into his gut, plant marks flicker and glow with his orgasm, legs quivering as his cunt clenches down on wolfwood’s dick.
the squeezing of his velvety walls is enough to force wolfwood over the edge. he strains, moaning through his bitten lip as he surges forward and cums straight into his awaiting plant womb, forcing vash up the wall. vash clings helplessly to the wall, feet dangling despite being taller than the dark haired man.
panting hotly, wolfwood gently rubs vash’s clit, helping him through his orgasm. he huffs, hooked nose gently nudging against his slack jaw as he kisses his nape. he slowly helps him back down to the ground, limp legs stabling themselves on the tiled floor. wolfwood fiddles with his pants, gingerly tucking himself away as his panting subsides.
vash has his forehead pressed into his elbow, still against the wall, biting his lip out of embarrassment, still unmoving.
“shit, we gotta go before we get kicked out.” wolfwood says, his mind clearing and now realizing just how loud and obvious they were. vash doesn't respond. wolfwood reaches down in the cramped stall and helps vash weakly toe into his pants, smiling lightly at the sight of seeing his cum dripping out. he straightens his wrinklycoat, letting it fall back into place before he gently pats his hip with a warm hand.
“we should’ve waited til we got back,” vash breathes, his leather hand lifting up to rub across his face but stops instead, covering his embarrassed face.
“we? you were the one who pulled me into here,” wolfwood laughs, rightfully accusing him. it wasn’t like he didn't enjoy giving him what he wanted while also embarrassing him, but it never hurt to tease.
vash frowns, “you were the one who kept on messing with me out there!” he whisper-shouts, his red face overriding any attempts at trying to look annoyed.
wolfwood takes his hand, “shhh,” he stifles another laugh in return of lightly hushing him. wolfwood unlatches the stall door before he could spout more accusing bullshit. walking hand in hand, vash keeps his head down, ignoring the way they received judging looks from people outside the bathroom.
give me unstable, unhealthy vashwood sex! vash who dissociates after sex and just sits at the edge of the hotel bed with his nails digging numbly into his scalp, guilt and disgust eating away at him. wolfwood who immediately has to run to shower, skin itching with such a strong feeling of wrongness that only searing hot water spraying down his back will help.
and neither of them know how to help each other, its always like this, rushed sex, just enough to cum, to get rid of that warm feeling before they split and its replaced with mental and physical feelings of disgust.
its a torturous cycle really. a cycle of wanting, fulfilling, and realizing that the fulfillment they wish for is much, much deeper than just sex. no, its about intentionally and unintentionally killing people and the guilt that follows when they finally give into what they want, and the realization that after getting rid of that high, lustful feeling, they dont really deserve to feel good, or happy after all theyve done. after all theyve killed.
so vash lays down, still naked, still dirty and stained just for the sake of basking in his own disgust as punishment, eyes unfocused and staring out the window. wolfwood silently leaves the bathroom, leaves the hotel room without a word. vash doesnt bother to chase after him.
in the morning, when they find each other again, they dont even show a hint of any memory of last night. its like nothing happened. but of course it happens over and over and over again.
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