#Hip Prosthesis

[traumaimplants]

What Are Hip Replacement Implants?Hip replacement implants are artificial devices used to replace a damaged or diseased hip joint during hip replacement surgery. There are several types of hip replacement implants in India, including:Total hip replacement: This is the most common type of hip replacement surgery, in which both the thigh bone (femur) and the hip bone (acetabulum) replace with artificial parts.

Hemiarthroplasty: In this procedure, only the head of the femur (thigh bone) replace with an artificial implant.

Resurfacing arthroplasty: Instead of replacing the whole joint, only the surface of the bones is changed.

Revision arthroplasty: This type of implant is used when a previous hip replacement has failed and needs to be revised or replaced.

[kururusti]

[amputeewomen]

Walking stairs with a prosthetic leg (hip amputee)

[oceanxveiined]

Another messy hsr oc sketchy

[teastyun]

༻ pound town

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

a/n: i'm going to war (exam phase is about to start), therefore i must make haste (my hiatus starts again). also, i got a new job so i'm not sure when my hiatus will end :(

pt. 1 ; masterlist

grabbing the broom from the back of your mechanics shop, you start you usual closing routine as the streets of Zaun more active as the day ends. growing up in Zaun, you appreciate the livelihood of the people, but grew wary of the criminality rising abruptly at the end of each day. enforcers started to patrol the quiet streets of Zaun and hang up missing posters of Jinx, who you've been visited by for several occasions over the last few months for tech equipment she required. you grew fond of the girl and would occasionally even slip a few extra pieces, and she would thank you proudly by telling you about her latest new technological improvements.

one time, she told you about a prosthesis as her newest invention. Sevika immediately came to your mind and the way she held your cheek the last and first time you saw her. or the way her bionic arm held your hips so strongly as you rode her strap. shit, you really are down bad for this woman who doesn't even know your name.

as several months gone by since then, you managed to gather your savings and invest it into your shop for new techs and products to sell. you were finally able to call your shop your full time job and scrap your shifts at the brothel completely. Sevika didn't only save your shop, but she saved you from drowning in exhaustion as the only thing you ever did was work day and night.

you hoped to see her again, but your hope was slowly scarped as each month passed by.

after sweeping the last corner of your shop, you only had to rearrange your products before you could finally leave to go home. as you tidied the screws collection, the door to your shop opened audibly by your crystals dangling from the person entering.

"we're closed-" you start, but stop as you see the person at the entrance.

there she was, standing in her usual cloak and a hood that hid her face, but you recognised her nonetheless. she took her hood off with a smile as she looked at you. "good to see you again."

suddenly, you felt naked again. although she knew your identity (prolly even the whole time), the mask would hide your facial expressions and reactions. now, you are standing there with a shocked impression written on your face, unsure of how to react to the person that is the reason for your shop to still be alive.

"i see you created something out of this shop since the last time I've seen you," she speaks with a soft smile on her lips as she takes a look around in your shop. "thank you. you were actually a huge help last time we've seen each other," you respond, your hands linked together behind your back as you turn to look around your shop.

honestly, your shop is quite shady from outside with its half-broken broken neon sign spelling the name mechs n' treasures. but once you enter, you quickly realise that it's a one man's business by it's intricate appearance. it has so much personality now that you have as much time as you'd like to spent in it, decorating it with your favourite things you've collected over the years that weren't too precious to be displayed in your small flat above your shop. a few colourful crystals dangle around your entrance and the door to your flat, reflecting the neon lights from the streets of Zaun onto the mechanic pieces you sell. tidiness is your top priority, since it's hard to keep such an old shop neat and clean. you love your old and shady, but precious personal shop and wouldn't wish it to be any different. business seemed to be booming recently, too. you had no idea why, but Zaun is a quick and fast learning city with its advantages and disadvantages, resulting in people visiting your shop to buy the pieces they require for their newest project.

now, Sevika is standing in the centre of your shop, taking one of the mechanical pieces into her hands and looking at it in detail.

"can i help you with something?" you ask, looking at her with curiosity. after she puts the mechanic piece back into its tray, she says "I was hoping you could me out with this."

she reveals her bionic arm, where you see the its shimmer capsules completely shattered. surprised, you walk towards her and take her bionic arm into her hand to have a closer look. you inhale her smoky scent and suddenly were confronted with a vivid memory of the first night you guys met at the brothel, as you sat in her lap writhing under her touch. focus. you twisted a few pieces to inspect the reachability of the broken capsules. "I assume you won't be able to take it off?" you ask her, your eyes still fixed on an odd piece you've found.

she shakes her head, "it would be a hazard trying to put it on afterwards. do you think you'll still manage to repair, though?"

after twisting the last few pieces for inspection, you leave her arm. "shouldn't be no issue," you take a look at your wristwatch and notice how late it already is. a few extra minutes won't hurt, you decide.

you nod towards the counter, "take a seat, i'll be right with you."

entering the back of your shop and take a big breath. fuck, this intimidating woman still effects you after several months. at this point, you were sure you even forgot about her.

you grab your toolbox and head to Sevika, who is waiting for you behind your counter on a chair. her cloak is thrown over your register's desk, revealing a similar outfit you saw at the brothel. only now you realise how muscular this woman actually is. her arm is almost fully exposed by her sleeveless top and a choker around her neck makes you shake off your dirty thoughts.

you place the toolbox on the counter before you take a seat next to it. Sevika watches every move of yours, making you even more nervous than you already are.

grabbing your first tool, you lay her arm in you lap and start unscrewing the plates that cover the isolation of the shimmer capsules. her arm felt heavy, but oddly warm in your lap for the fact that it's broken. you remember how the same arm pinned you down on her strap a few months ago.

your brain is almost about to malfunction if Sevika wouldn't have interrupted your thoughts, "so, how is your shop going?" she asks as she leans the side of her upper body on the counter. when you look down at her, she's only mere centimetres away from your face. her grey eyes digging into yours. your pussy clenches as your breathing stops at the sight of her. you quickly look away and focus on her arm again. "it's going well," you start and grab for another tool to remove the shattered pipes. "sometimes it's exhausting to handle a shop alone, but you get used to it, you know."

her eyes follow your movements on her arm while she hums as an indication for you to continue. "once, a dude i recognised from the brothel came to pick up a few things and i couldn't help but wonder what his day job is. he was a sex worker as well, so he probably even recognised me," you tell her. it's unusual for you to share thoughts and memories of your old job. you weren't ashamed of it, but you much happier spending your time in your own shop and not thinking back to your old routine.

she shifts in her seat to look up at you, "i'm glad you were able to escape that shit hole, beautiful," she says quietly, careful of the words she chooses, "do you still remember that night?"

your movements halt immediately at her questions and you felt her eyes laying heavily on you, watching every single movement. the way you took a deep breath, trying not to appear nervous around her. the mere thought of that night made you feel butterflies in your stomach and wetness in your core.

"i do," you confess. without meeting her eyes, you continue your maintenance on her bionic arm in your lap, trying to suppress the urge of jumping into her lap and kissing her senseless. "do you?" you ask in almost a whisper, unsure if you even wanted to know the answer.

when she didn't, your eyes travelled to hers in question. she seemed to be in deep thoughts as well before she asked "how couldn't i?"

her eyes finally meet yours and you recognise such sincerity and trust in them, you couldn't help the soft smile that sneaks onto your lips.

"you were the only thing on my mind in this cruel world," she continues, making you feel several things at once. "and i don't even know your name."

you chuckled and referred your eyes back to your almost finished work, concentrating on exchanging the pipes.

"so, you're not even going to tell me?" she asks amused.

"what, my name?" you act oblivious, knowing exactly what she wanted. now it was her turn to chuckle at your teasing. "you can be a pain in the ass, you know that?"

you shake your head in disbelief with a smile on your lips as you screw on the last iron plate on her arm.

"move it," you command and she obliges. she moves her joints, making the shimmer that was left in her tank fuel her new pipe, while moving it a few more times in several directions. you've never seen machinery working with shimmer so closely. you wonder how the metal felt like against your skin.

ripping you out of your trance, she stands up. right in front you, almost between your legs, which you desperately wanted to close at the sight as you felt your pussy clench.

"thank you," she looks at you, her eyes wandering from your neck down to the rest of your body. it's like she can't help herself, checking you out as you sit on her cloak next to your work instruments.

"you even look beautiful in your casual attire," she whispers as her eyes meet yours again.

"so," you wrap your index finger through her choker, "how about taking it off and see what's hidden underneath?" you cock your head before you pull her closer. your legs are opened by her thighs between them as she looks down at you, clearly surprised by your boldness. "i don't fuck nameless girls," she says in an equal tone to her low chuckle.

you take a quick look at her lips, wondering what they would feel like on yours. "didn't seem so last time we've seen each other."

your finger is still wrapped around her chocker as you grin. she didn't answer. she knows you're messing with her.

she places her arms on each of your sides, the sounds of her bionic arm moving leaving a shudder throughout your body. she's dangerously close.

"if i remember correctly, last time you've fucked yourself, princess."

shocked by her comment, your grin fades as you suddenly remember how you rode her in that brothel, eagerly chasing your orgasm as she guided you through it.

you let go of her choker and rest your hand at the back of her neck instead, caressing the soft strands of brunette hair as you try to maintain yourself.

"y/n," you whisper. Sevika's eyes widen at first, but a slight grin sets on her lips at the sound of your name.

"beautiful name, princess," she whispers back and you feel her breath on your lips with each sound she speaks.

you close your eyes as you feel her full lips grazing yours. "y/n," she whispers repeatedly. her lips finally touch yours, first cautiously but confident after a few seconds of lingering. you copy her motions and gasp when her tongue grazes your lower lip.

pressing her more firmly against yourself, you part your lips for her tongue to enter. she faintly tastes like cigarettes, but more of a harsh liquor you can't really pinpoint. your arms cling desperately around her neck, feeling her torso pressed around yours in your heated kiss. you lock her against your core with your legs around her hips, moaning as she leaves your lips to leave kisses on your neck. "you have no idea how often i thought of kissing you," she whispers before she trails down kisses to your exposed shoulder and collarbone, licking the line of it and pressing soft bites against your sweet spots.

instead of responding, you pull her up again and lock your lips together. you press your lower body against her in search of the friction you desperately seek, but with no success. her lips form into a smirk against your lips as she realises what you're seeking.

frustrated, you separate yourself from her and motion for her to step aside, so you could jump of the counter. "i have a bed upstairs," you tell her. Sevika stands there confused, but god does she look hot. her lips are glazed from your spit and her hair looks slightly tousled from your hand that clung to it.

she doesn't let you move, though. instead, her hands are pressed firmly on your side as she still stand between your legs. "i thought that might be more comfortable..." you say, unsure of the current situation. she shifts in her stance to let you stand up.

"fuck, yes. i mean, yes, let's go upstairs," she chuckles after stumbling over her own words and her bionic arm moves to gesture you to lead the way. you laugh at her sudden awkwardness but go ahead to lock up your shop.

walking up the stairs, you fumble for your home's keys. Sevika followed you closely behind, touching your waist and kissing your neck as you try to unlock the door, a sigh escapes your lips as you try to unlock your door.

as the door closes behind you, she pins you against it. her hand holds your wrist against the door as she kisses you feverishly. her bionic arm slips beneath your ass to lift you up, so you could wrap your legs around her hips. you press your breasts against her, trying to seek for any further touches. "the bed, Sev," you say between kisses, too occupied to actually resist her touch.

she ignores your words and losses her grip on your wrists instead to wander to the buttons of your shirt, never breaking the kiss. "patience, beautiful," she whispers as her lips leave yours to press a kiss on your cheek. "we have all night, right?"

your arms find their way back around her neck, playing with her loose hair. "please," you respond, your eyes making contact with hers. you peck her lips before you say, "i want to touch you, too."

her head falls onto your shoulder as she groans, "you make me loose my composure so easily," before looking back into your eyes with need and desperation "do you realise that?"

you grin at her confession and kiss her hot and wet, moaning into the kiss as she continues to unbutton your shirt until your bra is exposed to her hand. she grazes the outlines with her fingertips, making a shudder run through your body as you gasp. you press your chest into her touch and she gladly responds with cupping your breast while biting your lower lip.

her index finger grazes your puffy nipple through your bra and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips.

she pecks you one last time with a smile, before looking around your small flat, seemingly inspecting your small setup where your bedroom and living room are combined to your cozy grove.

her hand moves to your back, stabilising you in her arms before she finally heads to your bed to lay you down on it, watching you as you lay there with your undone shirt and the few strands that escaped your hairstyle completely wordless.

similar to her, you exhale at the sight in front of you. Sevika is still fully clothed, so you pull her down by her collar to kiss her hard, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her body on top of you. "take this off," she whispers against your lips, her bionic hand gripping your shirt as her hand sneaks behind your neck to tilt your head for her to suck.

she kisses and bites your sweet spot, disrupting your motion of pulling your shirt off and making your eyes roll back in pleasure. you moan her name in frustration before she finally let's go.

"this too," she tells you as she eyes every little detail on your torso. when you take your bra off, her bionic hand cups your breast. the sharp and cold details of her metallic hand exposed on one of your most sensitive parts of your body leave you breathing hard, moaning as her pointy fingers pinch and twist your nipple. "you have no idea how often i thought of touching them since that night," her eyes are not leaving your chest as she confesses.

"you could've touched them that night," you respond, your hand finding the back of her head as you play with her small ponytail. after hearing your words she looks at you, almost with a shocked expression on her face. "there's no way i would have touched you without your consent," she tells you. surprised by this sudden turn, you move up to rest your weight on your elbows, looking at her in disbelief. "but you payed for that night with me," you state, still confused by what she just said.

she's just as surprised as you, cupping your cheek softly as she spoke, "y/n, i would never do anything to you without your consent. do you know that?" she asks you, her eyes never leaving yours as she spoke. you've never experienced any sex partner expressing their respect to you verbally. and fuck, this is probably the moment you realise you have feelings for this woman in front of you. you nod in response, still overwhelmed from your thoughts and feelings. she smiles at you as she says, "good girl."

your soaking pussy almost purred at that nickname. kissing her quick but softly, you grind your clothed hips against hers as you kiss a trail down her neck to her exposed collarbone.

she exhales heavily at your motions before saying, "tell me what you want, beautiful."

"i want you to fuck me," you respond after hesitating, still nibbling at her collarbone as a soft moan escapes her.

"with this," you continue as you grind stronger onto her clothed cunt than before.

her bionic arm holds herself on the bed as her fingers trace your curves. "with my fingers?" she teases as she opens your trousers with her other hand slowly.

your lips move up to her ear, licking and biting her soft skin. "no," you whisper, "with this."

you press the seam of her jeans with your fingers against her clit, making her grip your hips hard from your sudden touch. "fuck," she mutters in response, clearly trying to compose herself before she continues to fully undress you.

"under one condition," she starts as she takes in your naked body with hungry eyes, "i'll have a taste before i fuck you," she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a dark bandeau bra beneath. she's in a hurry, so she won't bother to take off her unbuttoned shirt, but moves on by removing her jeans as well as underwear in one go.

you try to take a peek at her body, but she immediately kneels between your legs to kiss the soft skin of your thighs, dragging her motions slowly to your soaking pussy as her hands hold you firm beneath her touch. feeling her breath on your clit, you whine from sensitivity, gripping the sheets beneath you as she finally tastes you for the first time.

both of you moan from the touch, your hips stutter beneath her strong hands. she eats you out like a starving woman, humming at the sounds you're making. your clit is circled by her tongue as she softly bites and sucks before your legs start shaking from the pleasure that builds up in your lower belly.

she moves her arm from your thigh to press softly against it, realising how close you are. "come on my tongue," she tells you, intensifying her motions as you come hard. the way you moan her name sounds similar to a scream, your thighs pressing against her head as you throw your head back in pleasure.

she gently guides you through it by licking in decreasing motions, careful of your sensitivity. as your calming down, she kisses your clit one last time before she straightens herself to watch you after your first high.

her lips and chin are glistening from her pussy and strands that were originally framing her face now hang loosely. "you did so well, beautiful," she whispers, climbing on top of you to press kisses into your face. "fuck, you really sent me to another dimension," you confess, laughing a litte at the absurdity. she chuckles at your words, grinning as she examines your face.

"are you still down for another round?" she asks carefully, giving you the space you might need, but you nod as you smile at her. she kisses you before she straightens again to manhandle your legs, placing one on her shoulder as she moves her own over your other to align with your pussy, not starting just yet. she caresses the long on her shoulder as she presses kisses along with it.

she looks absolutely breathtaking while doing it. you feel her pussy kissing yours, and fuck, she's driving you crazy. the unbuttoned shirt exposes the abs you eyed earlier through the tightness of her shirt. her v-line is deeply defined, even more when she starts to slowly grind against you. her pointy bionic fingers suddenly press into your thigh as she gasps from the pleasure she suddenly receives. her grey eyes watch you heavily, making sure you're alright with her pace as she slowly picks it up.

"you feel so good," you whimper as you meet her motions by copying hers, crying from the sensitivity from your earlier orgasm. "fuck- i'm close again."

she grins at your confession, pushing herself harder on your clit as you cry out from the friction. she's mostly quiet, but a gasp escapes her lips anytime you improve your speed.

"come with me, y/n" she leans down, kissing you with so much passion as her eyebrows furrow in pleasure. you moan into the kiss, your breasts moving with each thrust as your nipples graze against the cotton of her bandeau. you felt your orgasm creeping, but you weren't ready for the intensity it comes with. you cry out against her lips, holding her against you as you feel her groaning from her own orgasm. both your hips stutter in your motions before you stop to look at her.

her head rests in the nape of your neck and the only thing you feel is her hot breath against your skin. as you untangle your legs, you kiss on the side of her head. "are you alright?" you ask after several seconds of silence.

she vaguely nods, still maintaining her breath before she answers "you have no idea what you're doing to me."

you smile as you caress her hair through your fingers. "i'd love to figure it out in the future," you continue, making space between your faces so you could look at her as you speak. "this idea you've just mentioned," you clarify as she looks at you speechless.

she kisses you passionately after a few seconds, smiling as she realises what you were suggesting.

"let me take you to dinner after your shift tomorrow?" she asks as her thumb trails your cheekbone. you nod, kissing her on the cheeks before you answer "gladly."

you both fall asleep, and sooner or later date nights with Sevika become your favourite traditions as you two engage in a passionate, but intimate relationship with each other.

tags: @sevsbaby @womenathleteshaveme @macaroni676

masterlist

[qyresearchmedica]

The Ceramic hip prosthesis market is expected to reach USD 2,321.0 Million by 2030, with a CAGR of 6.40% growing from USD 3,840.1 Million in 2020.

[siorasurgicals00]

Thompson Hip Prosthesis Excel Standard & Narrow Stem finds application for the treatment of femoral neck fractures, non-unions, and those with a shortened femoral neck because of a fracture. This hip prosthesis is made using medical-grade stainless steel and can be availed in different sizes as required. Siora Surgicals Pvt. Ltd. is a renowned manufacturer of hip prostheses and other orthopedic devices in India. 

[cripplecharacters]

hello! i read your last post (the one about how prosthetics aren't the only solution so people need to stop making ocs with prosthetics, or something like that idk i'm not very good at summaries) and it mentioned how prosthetics don't work like normal limbs? i have a character with a prosthetic (he's not mine) and i was wondering: what did that post mean by that? this is mostly so i can write him better :)

Hi, we don't have prosthetic-using mods so please take this with a grain of salt.

First question would be: which limb is the prosthetic for? An arm and a leg have drastically different functions, and the prosthetics for them are the same in this regard. That's also why prosthetic legs are overall much more helpful than arms - “bear weight” is a much easier task than “replace the most dexterous part of the human body that needs touch and pressure to work as intended”.

But yeah, they don't work like meat limbs because they aren't them, it's a replacement that works for some and not at all for others.

As an example, someone who has an AKA (above knee amputation) will walk fundamentally differently from someone who has a knee because of the knee factor. That's why amputations are categorized based on how many joints are or aren't there. There aren't nerves to tell the knee to bend, so the muscles that are left and gravity have to do it instead. Sometimes people get gait disorders because they suddenly have to use their hips completely differently than they used to. It's also just fundamentally harder - using a prosthetic requires significantly more energy than not. The higher the amputation, the higher the energy cost. They can also cause pain. That's why people with higher amputations will often use a wheelchair or crutches instead. Sometimes it's just not worth it.

For prosthetic arms, where do we even start? Prosthetics don't provide feeling, they don't help with tactile feedback, you don't have the dexterity of bio fingers - most hand-looking prosthetic arms won't have separate fingers because it's impossible to control. They will have a thumb and the rest of the fingers as two parts, not five. For many people, the stub is more useful than a prosthetic because it does offer these. A butcher I know uses his residual limb to hold meat in place rather than a prosthesis because it's more precise. Hands are ridiculously complicated, and prosthetics simply don't replicate that. They often make things harder, not easier. For upper-limb amputees who do need their prosthetics (for example, people with bilateral, high-level amputation might opt for them more than someone who's missing a part of one forearm) will usually tend to use hook (body-powered) prosthetics, not the “robotic bionic arm that looks like a bio arm painted silver”. And on the basis of being a hook they simply don't work the same as a hand, and they require a lot of training.

There's also the entire thing of acquiring and taking care of prosthetics; again, things you don't need to do for bio limbs. They can be astronomically expensive and for many too difficult to upkeep. Some people can't put theirs on at all, or require help to do so.

I hope this helps, I recommend you look through our #prosthetics and #limb differences tags, as well as simply interacting with amputees and learning about their experiences - if you don't know the differences between bio limbs and prosthetics you still have a lot of research to do.

mod Sasza

[traumaimplants]

Biomedorthopedics is a main hip prosthesis implant manufacturer in India. Our Hip replacement Implant assists a great many individuals with recapturing portability and track down help from joint torment. We focus on offering present day, top caliber, reasonable items, more proficient hip replacement implants in India, and better subsequent administrations than fulfill the requests of patients and medical services experts with the expectation that our endeavors will further develop many lives consistently. We are fruitful in accepting the best position as the hip prosthesis implant supplier. Later on, we resolved to keep bettering ourselves and working with others to propel medical care.

[sugarspicenights]

Angel Voices - Vash x Reader

4.1k words / minors DNI / takes place in trigun '98 canon

CW: reader has breasts, wears a bra, and has a vagina/vulva/clit, but no specific use of pronouns in fic (though one mention of "goddess"), no mention of skin color, hair color or texture. Both reader and Vash are written with the mindset of bisexual switches.

Use of nicknames like baby and good boy, mentions and descriptions of Vash's scars, oral (m on f + f on m), 69, f squirting on m's face, discussion of contraceptive method, piv sex (sitting with f on top, cowgirl, and missionary), monsterfucking (since Vash is a sentient plant; discussion of plant sex differences and weird plant cum), overstimulation, cum eating (only a little), brief aftercare (as there might be a fic part 2)

AN: Thank you to everyone for waiting on this! I wrote this with so much love for the original source material and I hope it captures the slightly goofy spirit of the Trigun 98 dub, both for Vash and reader 💖

Morning again…

Slowly waking, you scrunch up your face, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. From behind, you can hear soft, even breaths and feel a warm hand around your waist.

We must have fallen asleep after the mission…

Closing your eyes, you take in the sensation of Vash’s body around you: his left arm slung around your waist, fingers tucked slightly under your shirt and legs tangled between yours.

You had only meant to talk for bit and process the day’s adventure, but even one beer and leftover donuts from the morning was enough to relax Vash and make him realize just how much energy he had used up.

He was staying at a hotel down the road, so you offered to let him rest a minute before heading back. He had obliged, slipping his jacket off and removing his metal prosthesis, showing you just how much he trusted you.

When you had sat down next to him, petting his hair as he relaxed, you must have fallen asleep too, lulled by the repetitive motion and gentle hums from Vash. You were supposed to wake him up, but instead you were laying next to him, the closest you’d ever been to the man you had a huge crush on.

He really should have been able to figure it by now…

For all his “reputation” as a womanizer, besides some harmless flirting, you had never witnessed Vash make a move on anyone. He seemed to prefer the company of drinking buddies or a bag of fresh donuts more than a night with a woman.

You knew why, though.

Beneath the handsome and charming outer surface, Vash the Stampede kept a secret perfectly contained. You’d never guess it by a glance, but he was pushing 150 years old, and hidden under layers of crimson leather and cloth were relics of his past—scars, surgeries, repairs, and metal prosthetics.

With a flashy enough jacket, no one usually asked questions about what was underneath.

You hadn’t seen them for yourself more than a quick glance when Vash stretched and his shirt rode up, but you had heard about the extent of his injuries from Meryl and Milly.

The insurance girls had become your friends quickly, often hanging out together and commiserating over how much trouble you all got into around Vash and Wolfwood.

You didn’t mind the adventures. Sure, danger followed you at every step, but you always seemed to come out alright—Vash and Nick always found a way to turn things around.

Which is how you ended up here, snuggled in the arms of the infamous gunslinger, the humanoid typhoon, and the man currently pressed up against your back, half-hard and sleepy, holding onto you like a touch-starved lover.

You knew if Vash woke up right now he would apologize furiously and move away from you instantly, but you didn’t want him to leave.

You wanted to go further—spend the morning in bed and explore…

You don't know how to cross that emotional barrier yet, but have time to think, cheeks burning as Vash’s fingers ghost over your stomach, almost dipping below your underwear waistband. Sucking in a breath, sensitive, you move your hips slowly, closing your eyes and waiting for Vash to wake up.

Only he doesn't.

He lets out a few breathy moans in his sleep, holding onto you tighter and nuzzling into your shoulder. You lay there, blushing, feeling Vash’s cock swelling into your back and starting to pant softly. You're already so wet without being touched, but don't feel comfortable going any further without consent.

Fuck, this was going to be awkward.

“Vash?”

He only stirs slightly, still lost in his sleepy haze.

“Vash, wake up.”

“Hmmmm??”

You needed only wait a moment before Vash’s hand promptly flies away with an embarrassed “WHAAAAYAGHHHH!!!” and the string of apologies comes as expected.

Instead of accepting them, however, you shove Vash back down onto the pillows and climb onto his hips, raising a finger to talk to him.

“Stop that!!!”

He immediately shuts up, cheeks still flushed, and stares up at you, dumbfounded.

“I like you, Vash.” You go right to the point, bluntly, so he has no excuses. “I like you romantically… sexually… and I don’t want your apologies!!!! I want you to stay.”

Vash’s mouth pops open, looking you over to see if you're really telling the truth, then asks sheepishly, “Why didn’t you say anything before???”

Frowning, you remain in your position, looking down at the gunman. “Do you know how hard it is to get a moment with you alone??? I appreciate the gentleman act and all, but it makes it hard to get to know each other.”

Turning his gaze away, Vash mumbles out, “Maybe you don’t want to know the real me.”

Reaching down to take his face in your hands, you gently turn his head back toward you. “Look, this doesn’t have to be anything permanent. But I don’t want to waste the time I have with you. You’re constantly getting into trouble and I never know if I’m even going to see you tomorrow.”

His brows furrow, but gaze softens towards you. “The life of an outlaw isn’t a safe one. Danger and destruction follows me everywhere I go. And I don’t want you to be collateral.”

Reaching for his hand, you lace your fingers between his, squeezing tight. “I don’t know what today holds, but you’re here with me now.”

Vash looks like he’s tearing up, having resigned himself to a life of loneliness long ago. “Do you really want me?”

You break into a grin, all the anxiety you had felt lifting away. “I do. All of you.”

“I…” He starts, then hesitates, swallowing nervously. “I’m not all that pretty. My face maybe, but. I’ve been around a long time, you understand? And fought so many battles…”

You nod, dragging your hand out of his grip and settling both of palms on his stomach. “I understand. Meryl and Milly told me a little about your past… But I don’t care about that. I care about you. However you are.”

“Ah, shucks.” He laughs, carefully putting his hand on your waist. “You’re gonna make me blush~”

“I believe I’ve already done that this morning, Mr. Stampede~”

He grins, his playfulness finally returning. “Please, not my full name!! It’s just Vash to you.”

“Vash.” You say his name out loud once more, uttering it with reverence and adoration.

“My Vash.”

His gaze meets yours, tracking down to your lips, then back up. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod, licking your lips unconsciously, then lean forward, setting your fingertips under Vash’s jaw and tilting your head. He meets your lips with his own, gripping your hip tightly as he whimpers into your mouth.

It had been far too long since he had been this close with anyone and your touch was electrifying.

Pulling back for a moment, though still desperate, Vash gets out between soft pecks, “Wait, wait. Lemme get my arm. Go to the bathroom. Wanna do this right.”

You sigh, sitting up. “Alright, hang on.”

Climbing off of him, you stand up and ask him to wait, then go to pick up his arm, making a little “oof!” sound as you return, struggling slightly with the metal’s weight.

Presenting the device to him, you watch as he aligns the locking mechanism, wrinkling up his nose as his arm reattaches, and letting out a sigh of relief out when he can finally move his arm again.

“I don’t usually take it off since it hurts to reattach, but my shoulder was aching so bad last night, I needed a break.”

You tilt your head, eyes traveling to his shoulders. “Do you need me to look at your shoulder? Did you get hurt?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll check it in the bathroom. Be right back.”

As soon as the door closes, you run to your drawers to look for lingerie, digging until you find a red bra, the same shade as his jacket, and a clean pair of bottoms. Shoving them into a cloth bag, you wait impatiently to swap places so you can surprise him.

Soon, Vash peeks out, hiding slightly with his clothes slung over his arm. He’s shirtless now with just boxers on, his scars fully on display. You walk over to him, kissing his upper arm and glancing up. “I’ll be right back. There’s water and snacks if you’re hungry.”

“Mhm.” Vash smiles, ruffling your hair affectionately. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Vash has half a pudding eaten when you finally return, dropping his spoon and his jaw when he sees you step out of the bathroom.

“You all good?” Clasping your hands in front of your stomach, you sway slightly, watching as Vash sets the pudding aside and rushes toward you, getting on his knees.

“You're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in the whole galaxy…”

“That’s not possible, there are objectively prettier things than me. Like… the Horsehead Nebula.”

Vash laughs, still on the ground. “Nerd.”

Reaching out a hand to pat his hair, you drag your fingertips over his scalp, grinning down at him. “Dweeb.”

Grabbing the backs of both your thighs, Vash pulls closer as you shiver at the cold metal on your skin, a slight damp patch already forming on your panties. Mouthing over the cotton fabric, Vash inhales deeply, drunk on the smell of you. You look down, embarrassed, pushing his head away. “Vash…”

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“You don’t waste any time, huh? Is it possible you’re really a ‘ladykiller’ like the legends say?~”

“Mmmh.” Vash raises his eyebrows, squeezing your thighs and making you squirm. “No more talking.”

Tucking his fingers into your waistband, he yanks the material down and lets you step out, tossing the garment to an unknown corner of the room. The air in the room is sticky with the desert heat, but Vash’s hands on you are making you sweat even more, starting to pant hard as he ghosts his breath over your now-bare pussy.

He’s maddening, teasing you without giving you what you want, making you only imagine what his tongue feels like.

Instead of kissing your clit, he moves to your thighs, kissing and sucking faint hickeys into your skin. He can’t contain his own pleasure, moaning softly as he leaves gentle bites, making you jump and suck in a sharp breath as he moves closer and closer to your dripping cunt.

Grabbing his hair, you desperately pull him up onto you and he makes a surprised “mmpf!” as his nose bumps your clit. Your cheeks flush even deeper, finally feeling Vash’s tongue dart out and collect your slick, sucking messily as he traces his tongue over your folds.

When he’s teased you enough, he pauses a moment, looking up at you with sparkling eyes, pussy-drunk, then dives back down, finally wrapping his soft lips around your clit.

“Nnnnh!!!”

Bracing yourself against the hotel wall, you bring a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans, remembering there are other guests just across the wall. Hissing out a, “Vash!” you point to the bed, knees buckling slightly as he rubs his thumb over your clit and gives you a false-innocent questioning look.

“Need something?~”

“Can we—“ Interrupting yourself with another high-pitched moan, you try again, voice wavering. “Bed. Please?”

“Well since you said please and all~”

Wiping off his mouth and grinning, Vash stands, sauntering over to the bed and pulling back the covers, waiting for you to lay down first.

When you finally do, he stares down at you quietly, watching as you cross your legs, pull your arms over your chest, and look away, suddenly shy at the intensity of his gaze roaming over you.

“No, please, don’t hide.” Vash sits down on the edge of the bed next to you, tracing his fingers over the bottom edge of your bra. “You look so beautiful right now…”

Finally meeting his eyes again, your heart leaps, seeing his softer side come out—his smile is warm and sincere, making you smile in return, sharing his happiness.

As you study Vash a moment longer, you notice little details: his eyes are wide and full of desire, hair disheveled from your touch, and lips still puffy from eating you out. You can feel warmth blossoming in your chest and cheeks, silently drawing your heart closer to him.

Leaning up quickly, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He moans when your tongue finds his, exploring your mouth softly as he climbs onto the bed. One leg settles between both of yours and his hands reach for your face, neck, breasts—anything he can hold onto and get closer to you.

When you finally break for air, Vash is giggling with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?? This is great!!”

Laughing too, you pull the back of your hand over your eyes and grin, cheeks flushed and breath coming out in soft pants.

You had noticed lately that Vash had two aspects to his personality: the hardened, tough, expert outlaw gunslinger side, and the very playful, hopeful, trusting and almost child-like side. In this moment, you loved being on the receiving end of the latter.

Moving your hand enough to peek an eye open, you see Vash grinning down at you again, tilting his head curiously and waiting for you to catch your breath. “You all good??”

You nod and sit up, pulling him into a hug. “Just happy you’re here with me is all.”

Feeling the warmth of his skin against yours and his hands resting gently on your back, you calm down instantly, taking a moment to rest. This was the first time you had been close to his scars and you reach out, gently tracing over some of them, watching for a response in case you were overstepping boundaries.

He lets you keep going, however, watching carefully as your fingers trace his skin’s memories of the past—the metal grating, the permanent clamps, the burned patches, old bullet wounds, and healed-over gashes.

Pressing your lips to the biggest scar on his chest, you slowly kiss your way up to his neck while your left hand slips down his stomach to his cock, rubbing through his underwear as you continue your gentle barrage of kisses and nips.

Whimpering, Vash tosses his head back, arching into your touch. “Feels… so good!” He whines, tilting his neck so you have better access. With a grin, you lick a stripe up his pulse point, making him shiver and sending even more blood rushing to his cock.

“Don’t stop. Pleeeease.” Vash grinds against your hand, desperation bleeding into his voice. You squeeze his cock gently, making him let out a strangled “aaaah!” and lean his forehead onto your shoulder. “Baby, please… You’re killin’ me.”

Laughing softly, you free him from his boxers, tapping your fingers on the precum leaking from the tip and stringing it out, then slicking your palm over the head. His reaction is instant—whole body shaking and cheeks flushing hot as he unsuccessfully tries to keep his composure, letting out a loud “fuck!”

Using the collected slick as lube, you grip tightly around his cock, jerking the shaft slowly and avoiding grazing the head until he calms down.

“Good boyyyyy. Look at you being so good for me, Vash~”

He whines again, thrusting up into your hand and biting his lip, completely at your mercy. The greatest outlaw in history and he was absolute putty in your hands.

“W-what—” Vash chokes out while you continue stroking. “What about you??” Gripping the sheets, Vash closes his eyes and moans loudly when you lean down to flick over the head with your tongue.

“What about me?~” You look up at him, still holding onto his cock with your mouth open, drops of pearly pre on your tongue.

He huffs out a sigh, trying to compose himself. “You make it really hard to think, you know that?”

Nodding, you close your mouth and swallow, noting a slightly different flavor—more earthy, green notes than any you’d tasted before. Weird?

“I mean…” Vash reaches out and pulls you up into a kiss, then holds onto your shoulder. “What if we worked at the same time??”

oH…

“Are you sure?”

He grins again, nodding fast. Crawling up to the pillows, Vash holds out his hands and motions for you to scoot back towards him. You oblige, glad your face is hidden as he grabs your hips and pulls you to his mouth, immediately licking around the edges of your still-wet folds.

Letting out a pitiful whine, your focus falters momentarily, lost in the haze of pleasure Vash’s tongue is bringing you. You reach out to find his cock, having to stretch a bit to reach (since he’s so tall), but returning quickly to your pattern of stroking the shaft and teasing the head.

All you can do is focus on your rhythm as Vash continues to distract you with his flicks and sucks as he moans into your pussy. You can feel yourself getting wetter as both of you work, slick beginning to drip down your thighs (and you imagine, Vash’s face).

Crying out in pleasure, you pull away from Vash’s cock, clenching your legs as you feel yourself come close. “No, Vash’s it’s—!!”

You didn’t want to come so fast, but your body had other ideas, letting out a small gush of fluid as Vash teases your slit and rubs your clit, making you spill over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, feeling Vash sit up and lower your hips to his waist.

“Are you ready now??~”

You expect him to be upset or shy, but when you look back, he has another stupid grin on and looks happier than ever.

The humanoid typhoon sure was something.

“Ye-yeah, if you are…”

Vash finds a washcloth on the nightstand and dries his face while he watches you take off your bra, asking, “I don’t think we have any protection right now… Do you want me to pull out, or…??”

“I think that’s the only thing we can do? Unless you want to pause and go find some~”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I know I’m clean, I got a big checkup from the guy who made my arm just a week or two ago. Plus, we don’t really know if Plant DNA is compatible with human…”

“Hm?” He had said it so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t notice. “Plant? Like, the energy sources?”

Putting a hand to his chest, he nods. “I’m a plant. Not exactly the same variety as the ones in the power cells, but the same genetics. My caretaker Rem always said me and my brother were a ‘miracle’.”

“Can we talk about it more later?” You prompt gently, glancing down at his cock. “I’m glad I unlocked some Vash the Stampede lore, but I think we were in the middle of something??~~”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, of course.”

There’s a twinge of sadness in his gaze now and you move forward, taking his face in your hands again. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, Vash. Please. Fuck me.”

Smiling softly, Vash eases you onto his lap and holds securely around your waist with his metal arm. With his other hand, he guides his cock to your entrance, going slow and giving you time to adjust to his size as he eases inside you. When he hits the base, he leans into your shoulder, cockwarming himself a few moments as you acclimate.

“Jeez, you feel so good…” Vash murmurs into your hair, sighing happily. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, trusting him to keep you upright. He fills you snugly, but not so much it hurts, and you clench around him once, letting out a whimper as he still refuses to move.

Pressing your hips down, you grind onto his pelvis, rocking yourself slowly as you hide into Vash’s neck and moan softly. He keeps the moment slow and intimate, rocking his hips up into you, matching your pace and energy until you’re ready for more.

It’s all so intimate—the sweat-drenched skin, panting breaths, hands grabbing into hair, feverish kisses, and complete trust. You’re intoxicated with the way Vash treats you like a goddess; a being worthy of worship and devotion. The way he kisses your breasts, grabs at your hips and waist, the way he times and angles his thrusts—his every thought is of pleasing you.

Laying back, Vash lets you stay on top, moving his hands to your hips to help you ride him. Bucking up with increasingly desperate thrusts, he lets out strings of “ah!!!” and “nnh!” with every motion, matching your chorus of whimpering cries. As you ride him, you reach down to your clit, rubbing slow circles as Vash pounds your sensitive pussy from below.

You can feel your second orgasm of the morning build quickly as your legs shake, your endurance starting to wane even as Vash continues unhindered. Holding still, you quietly scream out Vash’s name when your peak finally hits hard, squeezing your breasts through the shockwaves to heighten your sensations.

He watches you, lost in bliss, and memorizes every moment for later. He’s never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do in this moment: face contorted in pleasure and every part of you caught alight in bliss because of him.

Vash is feeling overwhelmed in the moment too; it can take time for a plant to come, even though they’re highly sensitive, as their complex sensory and nervous system has to partially restructure to prepare for genetic transfer. Vash can feel his non-metal arm go slightly numb as he gets even harder, noting that he’ll need to drink more water and be out in the sun again to regenerate later.

“Hey…” Vash smiles at you, watching as you slump onto his stomach. “I’m still not quite ready yet. Can you take more??”

Raising your head up from his stomach, you give him a weak but happy thumbs up.

He coos softly, pulling you up to lay on the pillows, “Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work. Just rest.”

Laying back, warmth still flowing out to your hands and feet from your high, you close your eyes as Vash lifts your hips to rest against his thighs. You soon feel his slick tip meet your slit and push forward, settling himself inside again. This time, however, the slow pace from the start is all but forgotten, Vash chasing his relief as he slams himself flush against you.

You can only focus on the sensory aspect of it all: the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the way neither of you can catch your breath, and how his grunts and moans get louder the faster he pounds.

Pushing toward your next orgasm, your clit is getting overstimulated by the metal of Vash’s thumb, mimicking your own motions from earlier and bringing tears to your eyes. You almost tell him to stop, but hold out, knowing he has to be close as he slows down, spluttering out, “I’m!!! I’m— nnh!!”

Sitting up onto your elbows, you watch as Vash pulls out of you, his tip bright red and swollen. He’s whimpering, almost crying, as he reaches down to swipe your slick onto his fingers and palm, making a fist and punching his cock through at a relentless pace.

“I’m so close!!! Gah!!! I’m! I’m coming—!!!” Vash is panting desperately, moaning out your name as he finally releases, splashing warm cum onto your stomach and thighs.

Completely drained, Vash shuffles on his knees to you and flops down, hiding his face into the pillows.

Sitting all the way up, you glance down at Vash’s cum on you and pick up a strand, analyzing it quietly: it’s slightly greenish in tint, a bit shimmery, and has a consistency more akin to translucent aloe vera than human cum. Popping your finger into your mouth, the same strange taste is still there—like lemongrass or cucumber mixed with a warm buttery taste.

Vash was full of surprises…

Looking over at your bed companion, you smile, seeing him already half asleep.

“Heyyyy, you did so good, baby. Rest, I’ll be right back…”

Petting his hair, just like the night before, you press a kiss to his forehead and go to clean up, leaving a sleepy Stampede to recharge until your return.

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[grimesgirll]

Hi, can you write a smut where Rick has prosthesis (like in The Ones Who Live) and he uses his amputated hand to fuck the reader? Pretty please

���honey, you’re gonna have to keep it down.”

you want to scream. “i’m trying.”

a look as dark as his prosthetic washes over rick. “well, you’re gonna have to try harder, sweetheart, because this is pathetic.”

you know that you need to shut up. you’re practically belting out for everyone - including your commanding officers - to hear. how do you keep the volume down when a state of the art human prosthetic is poking and prodding the pleasure out of you though?

it’s an impossible feat with rick and his military grade finger toying with your cunt. your lips can’t help but overflow with sweet, carnal yearnings for him, not when he’s down there cooing sweet praises into your clit himself.

“so wet down here, baby, does this thing really get you goin’?” to emphasize his point, rick twists a bionic finger inside of you.

“yes,” you’re trying to whisper quietly.

“tight little thing, fuck,” rick comments, plugging you with another unyielding digit.

“shit!”

“hey,” rick chides in that forbidding tone. chilled blue eyes bore into yours. “keep it down or the fingers come out of your pretty little cunt.”

understanding, you nod. “i won’t do it again,” you promise, plump lips pleading your case.

“better not,” your superior agrees and sinks further to his knees to land between your shaking, soft thighs.

like a soldier embarking on a mission, rick dutifully positions himself, fingers and tongue, between your folds and makes you forget where you are for a hot second.

rick’s skilled mouth is more of an escape than you could’ve dreamed off. laving up and down your clit like your pussy is nothing more than the world’s most delicious piece of candy. “sweet girl,” he praises to prove it and all you can do is clutch his bronzed curls.

you’re covered in sweat by this point. rick is straight abusing your poor little pussy and your patience. bleary eyed, you’re gripping onto the sheets and grasping at any chance to ground yourself and not buck up into rick’s face. every groan of his vibrates straight into your tight, slick hole.

that hot blinding second catches up to you again and your cunt is spasming around the finger finishing you off.

“rick, rick,” you chant in a low whimper, gyrating your hips against your fellow officer’s stubble.

“you love clenchin’ down nice and tight, huh?” he questions.

the red painting your face doesn’t embarrass you long as the pleasure and pressure, complimenting and contrasting each other comes to a toe curling conclusion. the fireworks rick is setting off in your nether region manifest all over his face and in the delightful overtone settling into your senses.

flushed from build up and the break down, your legs are still moving on their own. those fat, artificial fingers and his godlike tongue aren’t enough. now you need to feel him pressed flush against you and your body knee deep in the mattress.

you nearly throw yourself at him when he rises from the bed and begins buckling his pants again.

“please!” you’re on the verge of tears. “you can’t just leave me like this. without even offering to fuck me!”

your fellow soldier raises an eyebrow at you. “leave you like what? having come twice? is that so awful?”

not caring about your lack of gratitude, you return his irritated demeanor and kick your feet at him lightly. before you know it, he’s grasping a foot and bringing it up to your shin, crossing it and hovering over you.

“you couldn’t be quiet enough to take my cock.”

“i promise i would be!”

“you almost woke up all of base just from my fingers.”

whimpering, you refuse to take no for an answer. “there has to be something i can do to change your mind,” you ponder allowed, wondering what rick is cooking up when he’s suddenly meeting your glance again with a smug look.

“why don’t you show me how bad you need me, sweetheart?”

[trashytoastboi]

Hello! I've loved so mich your nsfw scenario about Killer and s/o first time together, could you do something similar for Kid and female s/o please? Thank you if you'll write it!!

^^ Heyya! 🍞🍀 sorry for the late reply on this! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and of course! Hope you enjoy~

NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

(Female Pronouns) 

Warnings: NSFW {Virgin, Body worship, Fingering, Missionary} + Soft Kid (Because why not)

Word Count: 2,626 words

🛠 Eustass Kid 🛠

 

From the get go of the relationship it’s been evident to say that Kid is a very affectionate person by nature. Emotional intelligence and thoughtful conversations were not his forte. He willfully chose actions in lieu of words. Everything about conveying intention through action felt more honest, and genuine. At least in Kid’s mind. Even now, he expressed his own unfamiliar feeling of attachment and what he speculated to be love in the impulsive manner of abundant affection. Kid’s kisses grow a little deeper, more passionate, more driven and intent. He pulls {Name} closer, eliminating even the faintest distance between their bodies. 

“K-Kid” she mumbled between the barrage of kisses, Kid looked at her with question in his eyes. Unsure why there is a faint shaking present in her voice. She appeared anxious, “What’s up doll?” Kid inquired between a few more pecks. She flashed an awkward smile “Just nervous.” Kid raised an eyebrow at the word nervous, “You’re acting like this is your first time or something.” Ah yes, the sharpest hammer in the shed, an apt term to describe Kid. Sometimes he hits the nail on the head without realizing the extent of a situation. {Name} gave him that knowing look that basically confirmed it, Kid genuinely surprised himself with that one and did not expect it. “It’s really your first time?” Mild panic set in, considering he wasn’t really one who could be gentle nor one with patience. At least with how he saw himself in matters of lust and desire when he worked solely towards his own carnal satiation. Kid took a moment, and inhaled a deep breath to steady himself. Silently begging whoever, whatever for the necessary restraint. {Name} is different, she is not a one night stand, a random tavern hook-up with a stranger. She is his partner, someone he grew to care so deeply about that it came as a surprise to him more than anyone. 

Kid had already had his fair share of fantasies, imagining them being intimate together and watching how {Name} would writhe and moan with pleasure. Clawing at him, begging for more as he- “Kid?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, he lifted his hands to his head. “Doll, I really want this to be good for you but I’m not sure how to do that. I’m not exactly the most gentle.” Kid searched through his previous experiences, he knew the ins and out. Yet his previous experiences could not provide the information he wanted, he hadn’t really slept with anyone he shared a connection with, most of those people he didn’t even know. Two strangers trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Yes, there were the generalized tools of trade, the common tricks that could get anyone to where they needed to be. However, Kid wanted more from this exchange than that, he wanted to learn her body just as {Name} wanted to learn his. In a way, this would be an equally new experience for Kid. Who up until this point had not shared a meaningful connection, he so easily gave his affections and poured them onto {Name}. She probably could never guess his thoughts and hesitation that gripped him in this moment. He is a clumsy, rough around the edges asshole to the world, who truly meant well to those he is loyal to. 

His hand rested on her hip, while the prosthesis he composed with all the random metal components had a cold touch, he cradled her face and she leaned into the coldness. She stifled a small laugh at seeing him so perplexed, Captain Kid, the very man who dives headfirst into everything and somehow always had to have the last word. Right now, he seemed lost to the point of stagnation over figuring out how to touch someone he cared about. “Just do what you normally do Kid.” {Name} suggested hoping it could give him the necessary push. Kid remained silent, allowing his hands to do the talking. He pushed her back onto the bed, his large form engulfing hers beneath him. He tugged off her shirt, taking no time to struggle with the clip of her bra and opted to rip it off altogether and toss it off to the side. Kid instantly occupied his mouth with the soft flesh of her breasts, his hand roughly squeezed and kneaded one, while his tongue took care of the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple, using his teeth to bite and pull at it. {Name} hissed with the minuscule hurt, wanting to roll her eyes when she saw how Kid looked so amused and enticed by her actions. For {Name} most of all this was a first, an alien feeling and he wanted to take the opportunity to tease her. Kid got up, swiftly attempting to take his clothes off at lightning speed and nearly tripped over his pants in doing so. After the heap of clothing on the floor only grew the more he took off until there was nothing left. He focused on her remnant clothing, underwear and all. Kid paused, taking a good look at his partner, to really drink in and appreciate the sight of her naked form splayed on his bed, even better yet under him. After really appreciating the sight, his lips turned up into a grin. “So beautiful and all mine.” He whispered, running his fingers down her chest and stomach. {Name} shifted under his touch, the view from where she was laying is a feast to the eyes. She blushed at her own perverted thoughts but considering everything, there was nothing wrong with a little day dream. 

Kid leaned down, {Name} sat up quickly and accidentally caused them to collide and hit their heads. “What the hell?” Kid muttered while rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. {Name} looked at him, “I wanted to touch you too.” She said it with such conviction despite the tears pricking her eyes from the bump and Kid smirked. He opened his arms as if showing off “Go ahead.” {Name} reached out, first touching his shoulders. Dragging her hands down his chest, lingering longer than intended. “Huh, never pegged you as a tit person.” Kid mused, cackling when she blushed. She shook her head trying to get over the bashfulness, her hands ran along the taut muscles while caressing his abs and sides. Kid tried not to giggle or move around too much, he didn’t want to admit that his sides are ticklish. {Name} marvelled at his body and loved every single moment touching him. 

 He found the sensuality of it all to be such a turn on. {Name} fixated on exploring every inch of his skin with her fingers as if exploring newfound territory. Her fingers grazed over the jagged flesh of his scars, Kid jolted slightly. The sensitivity of his scars was a new discovery. Her hands headed lower and suddenly stopped. Kid glanced at her with curiosity, she didn’t know where to direct her gaze and looked flustered. Kid looked down, ah…he realized where she was staring. “Anymore staring and you’ll make me shy.” He teased, his comment snapped her from her daze when {Name} realized how utterly fixated she was on seeing his cock for the first time. 

“What’s the look of surprise for? Is it the size or the piercings?”

“That- well, um…” She stuttered and failed to actually provide a coherent answer. Kid caught her off guard with a sudden kiss, a series of shallow and passionate kisses to her lips, down her jaw and down her neck. “You done exploring?” He asks, she nods. Kid hooks his hand behind her thighs and pulls her, causing her to fall back into the bed. “My turn.” His mouth traces down her navel, her thighs and Kid looks up to see the shallow breaths that disguised her soft breathy moans. He figured he was doing something right when he pulled her thighs apart and could see {Name} practically overflowing with arousal. She squeaked in embarrassment and tried to shut her thighs. “Now, now. No need to be so shy.” Kid kept her thighs spread apart, the cold metal of his hand that rested against her thigh contrasted against the warmth of his hand that inched closer, he paused. Very unceremoniously he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them one by one. Making sure she watched everything. Kid pulled them out with a pop, his almost wicked smile paired with the smudged lipstick made her gulp at the sight. He slid his fingers up her slit slowly, waiting to see how she would react. The first touch already elicited a moan from her lips and she hid behind the arm she draped over her face. 

Kid gave another long stroke and watched how she jerked when he bumped against her clit. He already knew it would pull such a vigorous reaction. He still wanted to watch her writhe with silent impatience not even knowing what kind of touch she wanted or where she wanted to be touched. “Oh? Here.” Kid feigned innocence, pretending to just by chance stumble across her point of sensitivity. “Kid~” She mewled, his name came out stuttered and interrupted by her moans that fell from her lips. Kid kept his focus on rubbing her clit, just a little more. He moved a little lower and prodded at her hole before tentatively pushing a finger inside. He worked it in, the heavenly feeling that greeted him only rushed to his already leaking cock. “Tell me how it feels.” 

“It’s weird…” {Name} admitted, Kid let out a low laugh, “Weird huh.” His finger moved with intention and insistence, his thumb prodded and clumsily rubbed her clit while working a second thick finger inside. “Oh-” she whined, “Oh?” Kid repeated it for effect while he kept working her over. {Name’s} body twitched and her insides clenched around his fingers. “Fuck that’s hot, you have to do that around my cock.” He moved his fingers with perfect rhythm, seemingly searching for something. He slowed down, watching every tiny reaction as he pulled a little away from {Name}. His thumb stopped its motions, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in. Curling his fingers a little more as he pulled them out, “Ah-!” she blurted out, his hand stopped dead where she had shown such an intense reaction. “Here?” He cooed, returning to his faster pace as he focused on prodding that one spot. His thumb began rubbing her again and {Name} started falling apart, not knowing what to do with herself. Her hand shot down to grab his wrist, “Kid wait- it feels strange.” 

“Does it feel strange or does it feel good?” he asks, {Name} leaning back and shutting her eyes. It felt good, it could not be articulated. “Should I stop then?” Kid stalls, ��N-no” she pleads, That answers his question, he moves faster and watches how she comes undone. {Name} blurted curse words in the sweetest voice as her body trembled and stills on the bed. Kid had the cockiest grin on his face when he looked down at her and pulled his fingers out. He was more than ready, practically aching and made his second discovery of the night. He had the potential to be patient. “Um, should I change positions or?” {Name} asked. “There are a lot of positions I’d like to see you in but I think we should just keep it like this for now.” He hums, settling between her thighs as he stroked his cock. Rubbing the head along her slit and coating it with her juices, “Remember to breathe doll.” Kid pushed into her while making sure to keep it slow. {Name} winces from the unfamiliar pain, the strange stretch and the feeling of being filled, only adding to the unusual sensation she is experiencing for the first time. Kid stopped when he saw the look of pain flash across her face. Gritting his teeth to hold himself back from slamming everything inside her. “You alright there?” Kid inquired with concern, and she nodded. He held her close, Kid really wasn’t one for all the sappy bullshit but this is one of those times that needed it. He could save his kinky asshole routine for another time. Kid kissed her gently, distracting from the pain as his metallic hand stayed on her hip and held her steady. His other hand held her head, “You’re taking me so well doll, just a little more okay?” An understatement considering he had a little over half still to go. Though nothing like a little reassurance, his quiet praise comforted the pain. As odd as the feeling, it paired with a searing pleasure in her body. 

“So good.” Kid grunted, slowly rocking his hips to work his way in a little easier. He was determined to bottom out or at the very least try to. {Name} could tap out if it got too overbearing and he would gladly accept what she gave him. Finally to the last little bit, his patience waned and his hips snapped, roughly slamming into her. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry you feel too good.” {Name} panted and whimpered, a few tears fell from her eyes. Kid kissed her, keeping still until he couldn’t take anymore. His hands clenched the blankets, trying to give himself stability and restraint. He shallowly rocked his hips, {Name} perched her hands on his shoulders “K-Kid you can move more.”

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Kid growled and held back a rumbling moan, “I’m okay Kid…” she reassures and convinces him, he nods and starts moving more. He developed an uneven pace, slowly pulling his cock out, leaving no spot untouched and slamming it back in roughly, Kid chuckled when he found her unintentionally clenching down on him. {Name} tried to move with his time, unconsciously seeking out her release. “Relax babe, I’ll get you there.” Kid chuckled, leaning back to look down on her dishevelled figure. His metal hand grabs her breast with a rough grip, while his fingers pay attention to her clit and thankfully he knows how to multitask. “Just like that”, he pounds into her harder and becomes aware of the blooming heat in his stomach. He knew he had the stamina but felt the oncoming surge approaching faster, {Name} just took in every new sense, feeling an unknown pleasure that bubbled in every part of her being, she logically knew there were various words, descriptions for it but she couldn’t think. {Name’s} attention failed to drift anywhere aside from the physical touches of Kid. If it wasn’t the cold metal contrasting against her skin every time it touched her, or how his fingers unsteadily and roughly rubbed her clit that sent shocks down her spine or the continuous feeling of being stretched and full to wanting and empty if even for a brief moment. Kid’s thrusts grew sloppy, he tried to keep himself steady while thrusting hard, he knew he was close already. Kid refused to give into the feeling, not until he felt her cumming around his cock. {Name} digs her nails into his shoulder as she hits her high, vision turning white and rocked by the pleasure. A deep groan escapes Kid’s throat, who instantly feels his own orgasm about to overtake him. He quickly pulls out, and covers {Name} in his cum. He ran his fingers through his dampened hair and grinned down at her. She looks a little dazed, she sighs and smiles with tired eyes. Certainly a first to remember and a gateway into oh so much more. “Catch your breath, we’re not done yet.” Kid smirked. 

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Worship (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Worshiping each other's bodies (Vash more so), just soft intimacy

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: no use of "y/n", Established Relationship, intimacy, body worship, soft porn, caressing, kissing, tender touches, undressing, fingering, penis in vagina sex

Word count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Another chapter of my large series made into a oneshot cause I am still proud of what I wrote so I am making in accessible to those too who don't want to read the whole thing.

Your hands cup his face, your fingers touching the pinkish hue of his cheeks as you lay on the bed. His eyes glimmer in the dim room, his arm that's under him moves beneath your head to make you more comfortable, and his other hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer into an embrace.

Your chest is filled with warmth and a flutter as your lips gently meet Vash's. You move in sync with gentle tenderness. The normally overwhelmingly strong and stormy desire has been replaced by something deeper. A complete understanding of the underlying feelings. The sensation runs slowly in your veins; it starts in your heart, radiating outward, reaching the furthest parts, and warming you from the inside like hot water.

The arm that was wrapped around you reaches up and takes one of your hands from Vash's cheek, moving it so he can unlock his lips from yours, only to start kissing the tips of your fingers. Each digit gets a gentle press before he moves on to your palm, down your wrist as he extends both his arm and yours. Your free hand moves into his hair, and once he can't reach his kisses everywhere he desires, Vash sits up, pulling you with him. The kisses move up your arm to your shoulder, an unbroken line of them. He presses into the fabric and moves to your neck. His fingers gently dance along the skin of your arms. You feel his breath against your skin as he tenderly kisses along your muscles.

Your hands go to his waist, your fingers sneaking their way underneath his shirt to slowly trace his skin, leaving a warm sensation behind as they creep up. You adjust to be kneeling before him as his lips trace along your jawline to the other side, down your neck, and over the fabric covering your shoulder. He takes your arm from his back and stretches it out to leave a line of kisses tracing down. He opens his eyes to look into yours; they are so clear, so blue, and so loving. His gentle touch births butterflies and makes you completely forget the rest of the world. As he reaches your wrist, his face is parallel to yours, his gaze still on your face as he presses his lips into the palm of your hand, up along your index, and then presses kisses onto the tips of all of your fingers. He releases your hand, moving his to your cheek and straightening up enough to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," he whispers gently, and you feel his other hand trace the curve of your waist, moving down your hip.

Your hands take hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly pull it up; there is no usual flurry of greedy movements. You're patient and gentle as you feel the love in your heart swell further. Vash lifts his arms to let you remove his shirt before his hands find their spots on your body again. You let the turtleneck hit the ground. You take the metallic hand gently from your cheek and move it to your lips. You too take your time to kiss the tips of his fingers, every joint in them, the palm of his hand, and the wrist. You move up the prosthesis along the blue metal to the elbow, where you kiss the inside of it, both your hands occupied with holding his arm up. You place extra kisses where the arm connects to the stump as you move onto his skin. You trace over to the plate on his shoulder and make sure to gently press your lips onto it. One of your hands rests on his neck, the other on his hip. You continue along the dent above his clavicle, you pepper kisses on the scar running down to his chest, and you follow it to the metal plate covering his heart.

"I love you," you whisper after placing a kiss where his heart would be. You feel his hand tighten lightly on your thigh, his other one moving to your waist. You keep going, tracking along a scar to a wire, along the metal to the other side, to the other collarbone, along to his shoulder, and over more scars to another large metal plate. You take his other arm and manipulate it so you can keep leaving kisses, following his muscles, till you reach his flesh hand. It gets the same treatment as the prothesis: kisses on the wrist and palm, on every joint and fingertip, as your eyes are locked with his.

When your fingers find his hair and your lips entangle with his, you feel both of Vash's hands move down your sides, over your hips, onto your thighs, where your nightgown ends. He pushes underneath the fabric, tenderly feeling your skin under his touch. His lips part, and soon his tongue is looking for yours.

Vash's hands push the long shirt further upwards, and you lift your butt from your heels to make it easier, never moving away from his lips. The breathing of both of you gets deeper, closer to panting. Your chest heaves as he breaks away to pull off your dress. As he lets it slip off the bed, his lips move onto your neck again and down to the indent in between the collarbones. His hands rest on your waist, and his kisses move down along your sternum and continue to your stomach. You lift yourself up, your hands on his shoulders, to help him reach.

"I would worship you as a deity every day like this, only to see you smile." He looks up at you as you lean back, enjoying his burning kisses along your skin. "I love every inch of your body and soul, and I want to kiss every part of it as proof. You are glorious."

His lips move up diagonally again. He stops above your heart, placing a more insistent kiss there, and then moves on to caress your breast. His hand moves to gently play with the other one. He is so tender as he kisses you, his tongue drawing circles into your sensitive flesh. Hums of enjoyment escape you as your fingers squeeze his shoulders tighter. His other hand slips behind you, the palm against the small of your back, his fingers finding the edge of your underwear. As he is satisfied with teasing one of your nipples with his mouth, he moves to the other one, which has already hardened from his fingers pinching it.

Your heart races, and your nails track down his back, leaving tingling lines. You melt to his touch; the way his hand pulls you closer against him, his mouth pressed into your breast, the warmness emanating from it turns you into putty. He continues till he looks up, his lips looking for yours, and you give in without hesitation, lowering your body again to meet his mouth. Your hands wander up his back, over his shoulders, and down his chest till they find the buckle of his belt. Your fingers are slow and calm as you undo his pants. You feel the tightness with your hand. His fingers cup your face, and he doesn't want to let go even as you push Vash onto his back. His long legs are to either side of your kneeling form.

You scoot further away from him to have an easier time bowing down and hooking your fingers under the waistband of his pants. You slowly pull them off and feel Vash lift his lower half to make it easier on you. As his underwear unintentionally lowers too, you lean closer, placing kisses on his hipbones and then on the scars on his stomach. As you move back again, you pull his pants over his hips and down his thighs. You move both your hands, using them to gently remove his legs from the garment one by one. You leave him his underwear that is pulled tight. You let your fingers glide over the scars on his legs before bowing down again and placing your lips on a scar on his stomach. You move upwards, skipping from scar to scar until your bodies are parallel, his hands gliding along your sides down to your hips. As you kiss his lips again tenderly, his hands slide down your underwear as far as he can reach, and you end up helping him by stepping out of them. His hands start to explore your body again, gliding over your curves and features until one of his hands travels down your stomach and finds its way between your legs. He is greeted by dripping wetness as he lets his fingers smear it around by stroking over your bundle of nerves. He feels your body tighten with a slight shiver. Your kisses get breathier as his fingers increase pressure. He uses his other arm to sit up more, his lips focusing on your neck. With the change in position, he slides his fingers down your folds, sliding two into you.

"My beautiful stardust," he whispers against your skin as you grab hold of him and let out a moan. You know he wants you; he wants your body so tightly against his that you could become one, intertwined and bound together in tender passion.

His hand pleasures you with slow movements, drawing out the feelings, and his thumb brushes over your spot the best he can. Your chest presses against his as you breathe heavily, your head thrown back. Suddenly he puts his hands on the back of your thighs; you feel the wetness of one of his hands, and he pulls you closer, signaling for you to put your legs over his, spreading yourself wider. As you straddle him, you feel him pushing down his underwear and releasing his length. You help him get rid of the pants by pushing them down with one of your feet, and it's then that he pulls you even more into his lap. He looks up at you as you lift yourself from his legs. One of his hands is on your back, and the other you feel between your bodies as his tip glides through your folds and lines up for you to lower yourself onto it. You go slowly and let out a breath. You hear a quiet moan from him.

He embraces your midsection as you set a gentle pace, your arms wrapped around his neck. Part of you wants more, wants to lose control like all the times before, but mainly you're happy dragging this out to prolong the enjoyment and gather the pleasure. Vash's expression as he looks at you is one of adoration and love. After a while, he leans you backwards and adjusts so that he is between your legs and gets to roll his hips against yours. He moves deeper with longer strides, and one of his hands glides down to help you reach the first of many ecstatic releases.

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