Could I possibly get some headcanons for vash and knives for when the reader wakes up from a nightmare and goes to their room for comfort and they have a sleepover for the first time? Maybe the boys realize they really cant sleep without the reader afterwards and ask the reader to stay with them going forward?
I hope you are well and your struggles come to an end soon! Thank you my friend 🙏🏻
Knives' part might be a little OOC, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy. :D
Vash
Honestly, he was still mostly asleep when the bed dipped on the opposite end and in you slid, cozying up to him. He didn't think much of it, at first, and was almost fully asleep before realization set in. His eyes popped open and he glanced down at you, noticing the way you were cuddled up to him.
"Are you okay?" He would ask, voice soft and laced with worry. Not once had you done this, so it was only right that he'd be worried about the reason as to why you were suddenly in his bed. Not that he'd ever complain since it was you, but he's just a caring man.
Once you told him about the nightmare and how you sought him out because his presence calmed you, he smiled softly. He then shifted his body so that his flesh arm was draped around you, holding you close to his side. He reassured you by saying that you shouldn't have anymore nightmares with him around.
Vash had no idea that this would be the start of a little routine that he never knew he couldn't live without. Each and every time you had a nightmare, you would come to his room and cuddle up to him. Each and every time he would drape an arm around you, holding you close to him as you both fell asleep together. This little habit slowly became a routine, despite not always having a nightmare, and the routine got to the point where Vash would expect you to come to his room each night.
He wasn't worried when you didn't come to his room one night and tried to sleep, only to realize that he couldn't. He tossed and turned, groaning as he tried various positions to fall asleep in, however, none of them worked. That's when it clicked. He was missing you. He could sleep with you here, in his arms. That's when he grabbed his pillow, slipped out of bed, and snuck out from his room and to your room. It was comical how he was now the one coming to you, how he was the one that caused the bed to dip, and how he was the one to cozy up against you.
He didn't mean to wake you, nor cause you to worry when you asked him what was wrong, but he did feel silly when telling you the reason why. Vash smiled softly when you chuckled and shifted to snuggle up against him, your forehead resting against his as he draped an arm over your waist. You had officially become the teddy bear he couldn't sleep without, and vice versa.
Knives
Despite the fact that he doesn't need to sleep, there's a sort of peace with him when he shuts his eyes and simply rests for a moment, however, he unintentionally rests for far longer than he would like to. This leads to him seeming to be asleep, which is what you think when you slip into his room one night, unaware he could feel your presence. His eyes open and you freeze when he stares at you, his eyes looking you over before he raises a brow.
"What are you doing?" He would ask, a twinge of curiosity laced in his voice. He wasn't angered by you entering his room, trying and failing to be quiet when he already sensed you from the second the door opened. His eyes seemed to soften at your explanation, soon closing as he turned his head and let out a small huff through his nose. It seemed like a scoff to you, but it was the opposite, as he was amused by the fact that your fix for this nightmare was crawling into bed with him. Knives soon relaxed, one eye popping open and staring at you, as if telling you to get in the bed.
He wasn't familiar with the concept of a nightmare, but the explanation of yours had let him know that they were awful thoughts or memories brought on by the brain during sleep. He also wasn't familiar on what to do in such a situation, his body tensing when he felt you press your body up against his for comfort. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, and one he wouldn't dare allow, however, this was you, and he had grown fond of you in such a short time of knowing you.
Knives waited until he heard your soft breaths before he relaxed himself, soon glancing over at your sleeping form and, surprisingly, relishing in the peaceful expression on your face. He, too, soon closed his eyes and went back to resting. He would never admit that he enjoyed your presence, but it was known when he allowed you to come to his room each and every time a nightmare abruptly woke you from your sleep. He also would never admit how he had grown so used to you being in his bed with him, and how calming it was for him.
In fact, it was so calming that he quickly realized that he was unable to rest without you in his presence. This is what led him to order that you stay in his room each night. Even though he danced around the reasoning, you knew what it was, smiling softly while he only stared at you, watching as you crawled into his bed for the 20th night in a row.
Headcanons for Vash/knives having a wet dream about the reader? (Maybe some pillow humping or grinding mixed in there if ya want) Can end in sex or just slight nsfw! Its up to you!
Thank you home skillet!
NSFW under the cut. ;)
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Vash
This was unexpected for him. Here he was, sleeping oh so peacefully in his bed, having such a nice dream of you when it happened. He's not sure why his brain would change the contents of his dream so suddenly like this, but the second it took a sexual turn, he jolted awake. His eyes scanned the room, as if making sure he was awake and not still dreaming, but he relaxed when he saw that you weren't there.
He laid back down, resting his head back on his pillow before he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't get the scene out of his head. Your mouth around his cock, tongue swirling around his tip as you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. The blond let out a small groan, though it seemed more like a whine, and covered his face with his hand. His cheeks burned with embarrassment of even thinking of being in that situation with you, even though he secretly wanted it.
Vash tried to get the image out of his mind, shaking his head and turning on his good side to try and go back to sleep, however, he soon found that he couldn't. Each time his eyes closed, all he could was you sucking him off. He let out another whine, growing frustrated in both the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about being in such a situation with you and how it was keeping him from sleeping. There was only one thing he could do to fully take his mind off of it.
He soon sat up, adjusting himself in a position that had his back relaxing against the pillows. His dick was already hard from the dream, it practically straining against the confines of his boxers, causing him slight discomfort. Vash felt wrong for this. He felt as though he shouldn't be sitting here, stroking his cock and thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around it, but he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about, and he figured that doing this would make him forget long enough for him to sleep.
His brows furrowed as his breathing became shallow, switching between his mouth and nose, and letting a small groan fall from his lips as he pumped himself. He kept his eyes closed, now picturing you dragging your tongue up his length before letting the tip of it give gentle licks to the head. His grip tightened, a soft whine escaping from him when he felt the precum finally slide down. Vash used it as lubricant, his strokes now increasing as his thoughts ran wild about you.
The man didn't know why his brain would do such a thing, or why his body acted so quickly from it, but he came the second your voice played in his mind. It was so sweet and soft. You saying his name completely sent him over the edge, causing him to soil his own hand in the process. Soft pants filled the room as he slowly came down from his high, eyes open and half-lidded as he stared at his cum covered hand, soon frowning at it.
He didn't expect to have a wet dream about you, and he certainly wasn't going to tell you or anyone else about it, but it would plague his mind over the next few days. Until another dream occurred, spurring him to come out with it to you.
Knives
He can't begin to fathom the reasoning behind this incident. He felt so filthy having such an image in his head, irritated at it being the reason to deprive him of rest for a few hours tonight. It angered him even more knowing what it did to his body and how he reacted in such a way to it. Knives is no stranger to this, having enough knowledge to know the science behind the irritating bulge sheltered by his clothing. He just didn't think it would happen to him, nor that you would be the cause of it.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance before shifting his position in the bed, eyes soon widening as a small groan slipped out when his bulge rubbed against the mattress. It did so in such a way that made his body feel good, horribly so. Knives let out a small huff before he slowly moved his hips upward, the friction giving the same feeling as before, and he groaned in response. He repeated the motion for a few more minutes before stopping, seeing as how the mattress provided too little pleasure.
Knives knew he wouldn't get any rest with his body in such a state, and it aggravated him due to the fact that he knew what he had to to make it stop. He propped himself up against his pillows, brows furrowed as he stared at his bulge for a moment. He exhaled through his nose, keeping in mind that it was you who caused him to feel this way. That it was you his mind thought about, that made him think such filthy thoughts about you.
Freeing his cock from the confines of his pants had him hissing from how good it felt, though he frowned when he noticed precum leaking from the head. With another huff, he took a hand and touched himself, gripping his dick and pumping at a slow pace. It sent a shiver down his spine with how good it felt to him, slowly alleviating the tension that built up within him. His thumb slid over the head of his cock, a small groan falling from his lips as he used the precum as a form of lubricant as he continued stroking himself.
His mind went back to the thought of you, to the reason he was in this little predicament. Eyes closed as he fully pictured you beneath him, eyes half-lidded as you stared up at him with a bliss-filled expression on your face. You were so exposed to him, bearing it all for his eyes and his eyes only. His grip on his dick tightened a smidge, causing him to release another groan from the pressure. He imagined fucking you, his little human, your mouth slightly agape and your pleasure-filled moans ringing in his ears.
His hand increased its pace as his breathing quickened, mind soon growing hazy as he felt his body reaching a tipping point. Knives' brain then imagined you speaking to him, begging for him to ruin you, to destroy you, and it quickly brought him the release he secretly longed for. His head hung back as a growl ripped from his throat, his cock twitching as thick, white ropes of cum soiled his hand, thighs, and bed. The man laid like this for a moment, his breathing soon becoming relaxed as he slowly came down from his high.
The effect you had on him was far more intense than he could ever have imagined, but he didn't deny the way he enjoyed it. Secretly, of course, and it would stay with him and him only. At least until an opportune moment to recreate the scene from his mind presented itself.
If ya didnt do this already, could i get some vash and knives domestic headcnons for when they live with their s/o? Do they cook, do they clean, how do they spend time together? Small things like that!
If you did, sorry for the double ask! If not, thank you!!!
Vash
Domestic life with him is such bliss. He's an early riser and will always bring you breakfast in bed if you prefer to sleep in. If you're also an early riser, then he would love nothing more than to make breakfast with you in the kitchen. He may not be able to cook most things, but anything with eggs and he's your man. Is also good at making pancakes/flapjacks and will make little faces on them out of fruit, chocolate chips, and whipped cream.
Will actually do all of the cleaning if you want, or even split up the chores if you prefer it that way. Cleaning always takes the longest with him because he will always stop midway to pull you into a kiss or dance with you. This especially occurs during sweeping and escape is futile. Will also barter with you, saying how he'll do certain chores in exchange for kisses.
When it comes to bathing, Vash prefers doing so together rather than alone. Uses the excuse of, "It saves water," which is true, yet the man can't seem to keep his hands to himself when washing up sometimes. He is the sweetest when it comes to baths. Will light candles and has the tub filled almost to the brim with bubbles that are just waiting to be soaked in. He'll sit behind you in the tub and gently scrub your back, or massage your achy shoulders before peppering kisses on your neck. This definitely leads to some fun times.
He enjoys doing couple activities with you, however, he's also content with doing his own thing while you simply sit in the same room and do your own thing. Vash enjoys your presence. He will get all giddy if you show any interest in any of his activities and will tell you about them with the cutest smile on his face. He's also equally interested in your activities, practically loving them all since it means he gets to spend time doing them with you or talking about them to you.
Likes to cuddle a lot more in the domestic life you now have together. In bed, on the couch, in the bathtub, sitting on a bench, etc. It may be due to the fact that he just likes having a hand on you or an arm around you, but he absolutely loves the closeness he gets with all this domesticity. He's not used to it all and he loves it and craves more of it.
Knives
Domestic life with him is peaceful. Even though he doesn't need to eat or sleep, he still does it for you. He's also an early riser, but doesn't do breakfast in bed as often as his twin might, but that doesn't mean he doesn't whip you up something. Or try to, at least. He really isn't the best at cooking, but if you want a bowl of cereal or something that's easy to make, he's got you covered. He leaves the cooking to you, however, he's open to learning and possibly having another outlet that brings him peace.
He's the type to just go ahead and do most of the cleaning and other chores. Knives doesn't mind you helping out, but his reasoning for why he does it is because he knows it'll get done. Might also be due to how he is possibly a little OCD and has to have things done a certain way. At least with cleaning. He's the type to love it all spotless and he works hard to keep it that way. Has a cleaning routine he sticks to 100%.
Likes to bathe with you when he's in a certain mood, and it's usually when he's feeling a little needy for his human. Not a word will be said, but the sound of the tub filling with water or the shower running, followed by a little look from the man, will let you know. He's needy in the sense that he just wants to be close to you without being sexual. The skin on skin contact when he rubs little circles on your back in the tub or how he washes your backside with the loofa brings a calmness to him that he craved the entire day.
Doesn't like to do couple activities a whole lot and prefers to simply do his own thing, however, he doesn't mind if you join him or do your own thing in his presence. He enjoys reading and playing the piano, finding both equally calming. Knives will actually teach you how to play the piano if you show any interest, or simply let you sit beside him and listen as he plays. He will also read to you if you would like him to, as he knows his voice is soothing to your ears. He won't admit it, but he loves it when you cuddle up to him when he reads to you, or if he's reading silently.
Knives never thought he would like the domestic life, but he does admit that it has its charms. At least with you, his little human. He's fond of this newfound life and what it offers with you at his side.
Could i get headcanons for vash and nick for when the doin the dance with no pants 😏 and the reader says the safeword?
If you dont feel comfortable writing that, totally fine! Thank you
Slight NSFW under the cut.
Vash
The moment was so right. You both had finally reached town after weeks of being out in the desert, unable to have some much needed alone time. Until now. This is what led to the two of you hastily booking a room upon reaching the town, practically flying up the stairs that led to your room, and ripping the clothes free from your bodies.
He had you underneath him, his lips leaving kisses down your exposed chest and traveling further down, soon giving each thigh a kiss before glancing up and trapping your eyes with his own.
You both wanted this, having craved it after so long without the intimacy. Everything was going so well, him having pleased you with his mouth more times than he could count before moving on, eventually bottoming out inside of you. You winced at the pressure of him filling you up after so long without him inside of you, soon giving him confirmation to move around.
Normally, Vash was slow and sensual, however, with too much time in between the last time you were both intimate, his desire took over and he was thrusting into you at a rather brutal pace. It caught you off guard, causing you to yelp, to which he couldn't hear with the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in his ears.
It wasn't until you loudly said the safe word that his pace halted, body tensing as he froze up in fear. His worried eyes met your tear-filled ones and he couldn't help but frown, immediately pulling out of you and asking what was wrong. His chest panged with guilt when you told him his pace was physically hurting you, and he wasted no time spewing apologies while holding you close to him.
He admits that his desires did get the best of him and how sorry he was, saying that the night could end with cuddling instead. Vash never lets the image of your tear-filled expression leave his mind, holding onto it to serve as a reminder that he needs to be more aware of your needs.
Wolfwood
Nicholas had been waiting for this ever since early this morning, even though the two of you already had fun then. That's why he was on you the second you opened the door to your shared room, his kisses sloppy and full of lust. Your clothes were practically ripped off and piled up on the floor as he laid you back on the bed, both of his hands lifting your legs over his shoulder while his mouth went to work on your already soaked cunt.
The man just couldn't get enough of you, always having to taste you before fucking your brains out. He was usually patient with the foreplay, drawing it out until you came undone at least three times before ever thinking to continue. He was equal parts sweet and equal parts intense, which you loved.
Your hands fisted the sheets, your moans of ecstasy music to his ears and being what spurred him on. Your body tensed, legs shaking from each orgasm he brought you, until finally reaching the third, only he didn't stop.
It was all starting to become too much, the pleasure crashing over your body over and over again, bringing you to tears as he continued to overstimulate you. Your cries and calling out his name fell on deaf ears as he continued eating you out, acting like a man that had been starved for weeks.
It wasn't until you screamed out the safe word that everything stopped. You slowly caught your breath, trying to calm yourself down as Nicholas removed your legs from over his shoulders and crawled up the bed to inspect you. His brows furrowed as he asked what was wrong, the frown on his face quickly appearing the second he caught the expression on your face.
He was quick to apologize, blaming himself, calling himself an idiot for not hearing your cries. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, but that still doesn't stop him from apologizing as he scoops you up and tucks you both into the bed, opting to end the night with cuddles.
Cute and simple “love at first sight” headcanons for vash and knives please?
Thank you! I love your writing and i hope you are doing ok!
Vash
He is the type to see someone and go, "That one right there is for me". Once it's been decided, nothing can change his mind. He just can't see himself loving anyone but that person, no matter how hard he may try.
Now Vash knows what he is and how he can't age, but he doesn't let that stop him when he sees you for the first time. He feels as though time has stopped around him as he watches you, eyes wide and bright as his lips form a small O shape. When you met his eyes and smiled at him, he felt his heart flutter.
He then snapped out of his trancelike state and mimicked your smile, soon heading over and wasting no time with introductions. He had to know everything about the person that interested him so much. That caught his heart the second he laid eyes on them.
Vash has always heard people talk about their love at first sight stories, not really thinking much of them until now. Was this what it was? To be so captivated by someone like this? To want to know everything about a complete stranger? To want you and only you?
The conversation between the two of you flowed with ease, as though everything felt just right between you both. He liked this feeling you gave him, even though you were nothing more than a stranger.
Vash had never met someone like you before, having enjoyed the conversation that went on for what seemed like hours since it was now dark. He offered to walk you home, asking if you'd like to spend tomorrow with him. He grinned when you said yes.
Knives
His love at first sight is a little more possessive than his twin's, perhaps a lot more. At first, he won't realize the feeling he has when you're in his sights, and as unfamiliar as it is, he knows that it's nothing bad or dangerous to him. In fact, he slowly grows to like it.
This feeling is what causes him to want to know everything about you while not directly asking you. Instead, he'll act as a secret admirer, and he is heavy on the secret part. You may feel as though someone is watching or following you, however, you never see or hear anyone, so you think nothing of it.
Knives is methodical with his planning, having everything down to the last detail, He leaves small trinkets and things you may have had your eyes on at your doorstep or where you can easily find them, and he's always around when you find them. A strange fluttering sensation occurs in his chest every time he sees you smile happily at the items.
He was ready when the time came to meet in person. He did wonder what you would think of him, though. Was he who you imagined was behind the gift giving? The one that would leave those little letters on your doorstep. He knew everything about you at this point, yet you knew nothing about him.
Finally meeting face to face and having quite the conversation, he realized why you had piqued his interest so much. He believed it to be childish at the whole love at first sight thing, yet this moment proved otherwise. He enjoyed the time with you, slowly craving more of it.
He would ask if you would enjoy an evening with him tomorrow night, his eyes relishing in the way you smile and agree to his offer. Knives always thought that only fools experienced love at first sight and, if so, then maybe he, too, would be considered one of those fools. A lovestruck fool.
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