#but i don't want to worry anyone nor leave so many memes and such without a backup

[funishment-time]

sorry i was gone for like 2 hours or something

evidently they CAN keep a bad bitch down

[fatedsinners]

vash for legolas ( nsfw meme ♥)

How interested they are in having sex with them:

The voices of the angels have the engineer instantly flustered, eyes snapping around to ensure he was alone before whining to himself.

"I... Think of Vash like that a lot.... Too often, I worry. I don't want to be seen as a sex pest but... The intimacy is.... Like no other. And we haven't even done anything like that! Just his touch, his careful hands, his sweet smile, his-" He falls into a soft whimper, squirming where he sat and covering his face.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: "Pay?!" He squeaks the word before hissing. "I wouldn't need money nor would I imagine Vash taking money for such things! Silence your words and never ask something so... So stupid again!"

If they would rather bottom or top them: From anger to a flustered mess he hides in his hood, whining as they scrunch their body up, too physically flustered to speak for a moment.

"B-bottom. I.... I don't think I'd make a good top." He'd try, for Vash, but he always gets nervous when given power and control.

How good they think they would be: He slumps to his side, accepting his fate of dying of embarrassment, a soft whimper leaving Legolas' throat.

"Like heaven. I'm sorry Nick, but he has age, I can only imagine he'd just... Know how to take me apart in ways I'm not sure even humans know how to replicate."

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Okay, the angels were pushing his sanity and making his mind conjure up too many ideas he's left squirming and moaning to himself, biting his lip.

"Counter. He could feed me treats as he fills me with-" Nope, he was stopping right there before he exploded into a million timid pieces.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: A pause, nervousness itching in as he takes a moment to think, to slow down. To process the question and the person it involved.

"I'd hope the last one... I... Don't think I could handle something that isn't loving and passionate... Too many dark connections..."

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Before he can even drift into his mind he's brought back by the angels, a small laugh leaving him.

"Nick of course. We're a three piece deal already after all. Anyone else just wouldn't make sense."

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

Now he falls lax where he lay beneath the tree, a soft dreamy smile as he pets the soft lush grass, eyes falling shut as lips curled into a dreamy smile.

"I can only hope, one day, one of us gains the courage to ask. I suspect it's waiting on someone to voice their needs, but we're all so... Damaged, it may not happen in my lifetime without Nick meddling."