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DON’T WATCH ME DANCING. | vash x reader | 1k words.

The saloon was relatively quiet and peaceful for being a saloon. 

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[novasintheroom]

aw aw building little comfy nests with Vash.

You notice he has this odd behavior of piling up any blankets, towels, clothing, etc. on his bed whenever you're in a motel room. Actually, now that you think about it, he does it whenever he's about to rest somewhere. On top of the car with all the luggage piled up around him, in the desert with his traveling sack, sleeping bag, and any item of soft clothing he has on hand - the whole thing.

When you ask him about it, he gets shy and admits he thinks its a Plant thing. He's usually good about hiding his quirks, but the nesting (his ears go bright red at the word) is something of a comfort he allows himself, and he's just gotten comfortable enough around you to start it up again.

You might make fun of him for a bit. It's a friend thing, making fun of each other's quirks. But you still help him pile up the towels and take out your extra day wear to add to the mess of fabric on motel beds. You even make an event of it - wrapping the bed's questionably clean blankets round and around and gilding it with the smaller fabrics, then pulling out a rented tablet to watch movies together.

He's awkward the first few times you do this. He's just not used to other people being in his space, you know? But you better bet Vash takes advantage of being able to snuggle with you once the newness wears off. This is upped ten times once you two start dating. He looooovveess being the little spoon, resting his head on your chest and letting out little content birdie chirps he doesn't realize he's doing half the time. Please run your hand through his hair while watching movies. It'll make him melt even more.

Seeing you start to build a nest on the bed (or campsite, or inside the truck) really gets his gears going too. It satisfies some primal urge in him to have his mate lover in this big nest you've built together, safe in the confines of a shelter and enjoying the trash movies you rent. He'll get all soft and chirpy in the nest, pulling you close and just looking at you with adoration. He'll try to shake it off - he's still getting used to letting whatever the heck his Plantness is doing happen - but when that warm, fuzzy feeling and the urge to preen you comes over, it's hard to ignore. Just let him smooth out your hair and get the granules of sand from your scalp. It'll calm him down.

Now, he practically vibrates with excitement whenever you rent a motel room together. He knows a good nesting is coming, and he can't wait for the cuddling and good naps he and you will get in.

[greetingfromthedead]

🔞 Unwrapping (Trigun x Reader)

ft Vash, Wolfwood, & Knives

Author's Note: I've got you one more present to wrap things up for this year (pun intended). Let us send 2024 off and start 2025 with a BANG! Inspired by this ask, I've just not been able to get a certain something off my mind...

Below you will find 3 smutty oneshots, each with some light bondage and varying dynamics! I tried to keep them brief, but I've never been good at it so here you go! On the menu today we have:

Vash x GN!Reader (1.3k words) Wolfwood x F!Reader (1.3k words) Knives x GN!Reader (1.2k words)

ATTENTION!: Don't question how the boys find themselves in these situations! It is all fine! It is consensual and everyone is enjoying themselves!

↓↓ UNWRAP YOUR PRESENTS ↓↓

VASH x GN!Reader (1.3k)

Vash looks more flustered than ever. You really can't recall a point when he looked so red. Perhaps the time he accidentally blurted out he was in love with you? No, not even close. Currently the bright red blush covers his entire face, extending down to his chest and making his ears almost glow. He is nearly as red as the ribbon tying him up. The silken cloth crisscrosses his scarred skin and augmentations. He looks embarrassed and shy as he averts his eyes from you, unable to meet your gaze. His arms are bound behind his head, and the wide satin strap spirals around him until it reaches his crotch, where it continues to wrap around one of his legs. A second ribbon wraps around his other thigh, ensnaring his cock and balls in a tight, restrictive embrace, only a bulging outline against his leg. A bow ties the two ends of the cloth together at his hip.

"Um… Mayfly?" He stammers, "Could you release me?"

"Unwrap my gift? Sure!" You smile, and his gaze finally meets yours.

"I know that look!" His eyes widen slightly. "That's the naughty look!"

"What makes you think that?" You continue to tease him while shifting closer.

"I'm all for it! I just can't do much like this," he replies, somehow blushing even deeper.

"Who said you need to do anything? I can't let an opportunity like this slip away!" You speak to him softly while looming over him.

Vash is a man of service. He is always happy to take the lead. He puts your needs above his own, doing whatever is necessary to bring you to completion, often neglecting his own joy. He says your pleasure is his. He gets a kick out of making you squirm in delight. Well, not this time. Now it is your turn, even if he has to be tied up for that.

You lean closer, leaving kisses on the skin peeking out between the ribbons. You kiss up along his stomach, to his chest and neck. You leave burning kisses everywhere your lips can reach, delighted by the soft sighs escaping Vash. Your hands stroke his rough skin tenderly, your legs entangling with his.

His lips respond to yours eagerly once you meet them. He tries his best to lean closer, but like this it is easy to keep him on his back, tied up and helpless. But he seems content, especially when he sees the happy expression on your face. He is letting you have your moment. You see his muscles flexing and rippling with each breath and shift as you push yourself up, one hand still resting on his belly. His eyes are so gentle and loving as he watches you; it almost makes you give up on your intentions and just cuddle him instead, but you snap back and adjust on the bed, determined to stick to your plan.

You take your place between his legs, kneeling and drawing closer until his legs are over your hips, a position where you often find yourself in, just with the roles reversed. Vash has to strain a bit to look at you since he has no pillow to support his head, but you count on him soon rolling his head back instead.

With a tender touch, you stroke along his skin, from his thighs to his abs, down his sides and butt. Your fingers are feather light, tingling his skin wherever they go. The touch is so gentle that he stirs only slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips. The blush slowly retreats as he relaxes, and the sight of him makes you feel butterflies. You keep teasing his skin; your warm touch is comforting, rising more and more feelings of desire.

You make a show out of slowly pulling the loose end of the bow on his hip until it unravels. A new blush appears on him again, and you feel the heat radiating from his body as you slowly start to unwrap the wide ribbon from around his thigh and cock. One revelation after another, you reveal more and more of his skin, his hard shaft coming into view, and you take every opportunity to gently tease him. The last rounds of the ribbon loosen themselves as his dick springs free, standing tall and proud in front of you. It twitches slightly with anticipation.

Vash looks more up, and you see the redness spreading over him again as he hides his face with a small whimper. You can tell he's embarrassed, but also incredibly turned on. Perhaps he is so embarrassed exactly because he is so turned on by your tantalizing touch, and he can't hide it behind his usual mannerisms of taking charge of the intimate situation. His cock rests on his stomach, darker than the rest of him; impressions of the ribbon still remain where it was bound.

The ribbon slithers off the edge of the bed where you throw it before you lick your palm, collecting enough spit on it to glide over his skin. You start from the base, putting gentle pressure on him until you reach the tip. He still avoids looking at you as you wrap your fingers around him, pulling downward in a smooth motion. Your movements are slow and calm, even when you add your other hand into the mix, stroking the smooth skin of his tip, fingers caressing the sensitive area just beneath. His breath hitches, and his eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations you're causing.

It doesn't take long for him to forget his shyness; he simply melts under your touch, completely surrendering to the pleasure. Your own delight comes from watching him unravel before you. One of your hands moves up and down in a twisting motion along his shaft while the other teases his sensitive tip. The sounds of his pleasure fill the room, from whimpers to moans and empty breaths. You explore every bit of his arousal. With each movement, you feel his body respond eagerly, his back arches, and occasionally he bucks with his hips. Vash's shoulders start to shift, and his upper body twists, struggling against the restraints as you keep him on the verge, edging him to the point of desperation.

Your name rolls off his lips like prayer as he begs for release. His body is tight, arching in response to your touch. Restrained groans and whimpers escape him as finally he reaches the peak of pleasure and releases with a shudder. His muscles tense and relax as he rides the waves of ecstasy, his eyes closed in bliss. You continue to stroke him, guiding him through the climax. A glob of white liquid lands on his stomach with a loud groan and a twitch of his cock, another wave following the first as you stroke upward; it seeps from the tip and drips down his shaft and over your fingers. You keep jerking, determined to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from his balls, watching as he shudders and gasps in the aftermath of his release. A few more small, stringy ropes of cum dribble out, pooling on your hands.

Vash's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath while he comes down from his intense high. You enjoy the sight of him. He looks happy and satisfied, almost out of his mind. You bring your fingers to your lips and taste him, relishing in the flavor when his eyes shoot open and find you, filled with a look that has completely abandoned the shyness from before. The sound of tearing fabric rips through the room as he busts out from the ribbons tying his arms behind his head, and his right hand grabs hold of yours, his long fingers effortlessly wrapping around your wrist as he pulls it closer while sitting up.

"Now it's my turn," he smiles a kind smile, but you recognize the mischief behind it.

WOLFWOOD x F!Reader (1.3k)

Wolfwood has disappeared. He hung around for most of the day, lazing it away with you, and then he got up and didn't return. You check the kitchen. Not there. You check the outside of the house, in case he is having an extraordinarily long smoke. Not there either. Finally, you sneak to the bedroom, in case he is taking a nap. You slowly crack the door, and your eyes widen in surprise.

On the old creaky bed you find what you were looking for. Kind of. Wolfwood lays on top of the bedsheets and blankets, the pillows bunched up by the headboard. He is the wrong way around, head where the feet are supposed to be. But that is not the shocking part. Not even close. He lies there butt naked, tied up with crimson ribbons. Wide bands of cloth crisscross his body, arms tied above his head, legs spread wide open, connected to the bedframe to keep him where he is. He looks over to you, a grin on his face, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do you need a hand with something, Doll?" he asks with a playful tone, "I'm afraid I'm a bit tied up at the moment."

"What the…" Your voice trails off as you keep looking at his sculpted body.

Multiple thoughts run through your mind as he shifts in place, muscles rippling beneath his skin as he adjusts his stretched-out body. Your eyes are drawn to his navel, where his hard cock rests at full attention, a narrower ribbon tied around it with a bow. Clearly he has been waiting for you, head filled with exciting thoughts.

"How about you come closer, Poppet?" he purrs, voice full of lust, "My wrist may be bound, but you know I am never tongue-tied!"

You see him wink, and his fingers curl as he beckons you closer. Shock and confusion still linger in you, but it doesn't stop you from approaching the bed where his hands hang over the edge. You touch the ribbon with your fingers, a festive bow decorating his wrists. You consider pulling on the loose end to release him, but let your fingers trace along his arm instead until you touch his face. Wolfwood presses his cheek against your palm while you take a better look at him, spread out and tied up. Heat pools in your core at the sight, and just as your mind starts to wander, you feel his tied hands stroke up along the inside of your thighs.

"Want to have a seat?" he speaks softly, the grin evident in the tone of his voice, "I have one free right here."

You see the twitch of his cock as it lifts from his abdomen, and you can't help but feel a surge of desire at the invitation. You meet his playful eyes as you look down, his fingers tugging at his shirt that is too long on you. With some effort, he manages to reach the waistband of your underwear, teasingly pulling at the fabric.

"Come now, darling, I'm all yours," he says cheekily, and you take a step back. You cup his face and place an upside-down kiss on his lips.

You feel the vibrations as he hums in joy against your lips. Wolfwood's tongue sweeps through your mouth as soon as the possibility presents itself, making you both pause and smile against the other.

You straighten up, feeling his hungry eyes rip any item of clothing from your frame, yet his hands are tied, and you make a playful show out of pushing your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them.

"I will kiss your lips and spell my full name with my tongue, the middle one included. Just bring them to me," he grins, his teeth flashing in the dimming room.

"Can't sleep on a gift like that," you smirk, leaning one knee on the edge of the bed, the long shirt covering you from his eyes.

"You could, but I highly recommend sleeping with the gift," he smiles still. "Now take a seat, Doll."

Wolfwood waits anxiously as you crawl closer to him on the bed, swallowing as soon as your pussy comes into view. Before you can settle in, he lifts his head to run his tongue through your folds, making you jolt with surprise.

"I can't help it if you taste so good," he hums as he lays down his head again. "Feel free to suffocate me. I would prefer that method of going out, and you know where the serum is, so no hovering."

You lean back at first as you lower yourself. His mouth eagerly finds your aching core, Wolfwood's flat tongue lapping at your slick heat with expertise. Your gasps of joy mix with his muffled hums of delight. It is so easy to melt into the pleasure as he sucks on your swollen clit, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. He alternates the sensation with lengthier and calmer strokes of his tongue, building the tension until you lean forward, fingers hooking under the ribbon that runs across his heaving chest.

The bliss makes your eyes roll back in pleasure while you let out a soft moan. Wolfwood knows every trick there is about you. His mouth brings you delight as he kisses your lower lips, his tongue drawing patterns you don't understand while he eats your pussy like it is his last meal. He draws pressured circles around your entrance before plunging his tongue inside you, making your thighs tighten and another wave of pleasure wash over you.

His body feels tight under you, like he is struggling against the restraints. Usually he would have already wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you down even more, holding you against his ravenous mouth. His lips return to sucking on your sensitive bud, occasionally tapping it with his tongue. He builds your pleasure brick by brick, relishing the moans and gasps that reach his ears.

Wolfwood's mouth makes you forget the rest of the world. Before you know it, you're rolling your hips, grinding your wet core against his hungry mouth, desperate for more of his skilled touch. Knots of tension form in your gut as you rut against his lips, the need for release burning deep within you. The deep moans escaping his own throat vibrate against your pussy, making you want even more of him.

You bite your lower lip to silence the out-of-control moans and panting, but they continue to roll as whines in your throat as he sucks on your clit, the tip of his crooked nose pushing against your slick folds. You lean even more forward to grind your bud against his face. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, thighs clenching and shaking while you teeter on the edge of relief. You reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his cock. The skinny ribbon digs into his throbbing length, and you smear the glob of pre-cum across the tip with your thumb. His groans vibrate against your skin as you stroke him, feeling his arousal match yours. You add your spit to the mix, using it as lubrication to bump up and down along his bound dick, soaking the ribbon of fabric wrapped tightly around it.

"Nico…" His name escapes your mouth in a whine. "I'm gonna come!"

You whimper his name like a chant as he continues to lap at your cunt, sucking and licking your clit until you reach your peak. Your body becomes so tense and occupied with the immense pleasure, you even forget the cock in your hand, freezing up until the climax finally washes over you, leaving you trembling as your thighs press together around his head. You let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he lets you come down from your high. It makes you feel weak and spent, leaving you lying down on top of Wolfwood's restrained body. He gasps for air as you rest your head on his hip, next to his cock that you start to absentmindedly stroke again, your mind still fuzzy from the orgasm that ravaged your body.

KNIVES x GN!Reader (1.2k)

"Untie me!" Knives demands with as much command as he can muster.

"Don't worry, I will," you smile innocently as you glance over his mostly naked body. Wide and silky red ribbons run crisscrossing from his ankles to his wrists, around his limbs, and over his torso. Multiple lavish bows decorate him. One by his feet, tying them together; one by his hands, where he is secured to the metal headboard of the bed; and a third one rests in his lap, where the ribbon runs over his hips. There is nothing else hiding his porcelain skin from you. Not a thing.

"Now!" he tries to hurry you up.

"No need to be hasty," you purr while leaning your knee on the edge of the bed. You reach out your hand to cup his face, making his angry glare turn directly to you. Knives's eyes meet yours, and suddenly they aren't nearly as harsh as he was trying to make them. You feel his jaw lock under your touch before he swallows.

"I knew you would come to your senses. Don't be so stubborn." Your smirk only grows as you gently slap his cheek twice. He seems at a loss for words; the snarl on his lips makes it clear he wants to keep demanding to be released, but the shift in the rest of his demeanor shows that at least part of him is content and perhaps even curious about the situation. "I know what would make you feel better."

You trace your finger along his jawline to his chin and down his throat, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your touch. You run your hand over his muscular chest and down his sculpted stomach, feeling the difference of his smooth skin and silky ribbon as they alternate under your finger. Skipping over his bellybutton, your finger reaches the ribbon running over his hips. You feel him tense slightly at your touch, but his eyes remain fixed on yours, a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation swirling in their depths. You let your fingers dance over the red fabric, low on his abdomen, before leaning in towards his ear.

"Believe me, I have every intention of unwrapping my present, and I will take great pleasure in it." With that, you nip at his earlobe, your teeth making it turn red.

Knives starts to protest again as soon as you get off the bed, his voice angry and demanding, but you drown it out, determined to enjoy your present immensely as you shed your clothes until all that remains is your underwear. Your joints crack as you stretch your arms lazily over your head with your back towards Knives, who is still spouting commands you have no intention of listening to. With a roll of your neck, you turn to him again, a mischievous smile dawning on your lips. You get on the bed, crawling closer to him on all fours until you straddle his lap, more towards his spread-out knees. He is in a half-sitting position himself, pillows heaped under his lower back and his arms restrained above his head. Like this, you're face to face with him, able to see every shift of his gaze as your hands run over his body again. First you slide your palms up and over his chest and then drag them down again to his navel and hips. He feels solid and tense under your touch, like a coiled spring ready to release. His eyes are no different as he plays chicken with yours. Without a warning and without averting your gaze, you reach one of your hands under the tied bow before you and grab hold of his half-flaccid cock. You can feel it twitch in your hand, responding to your sudden touch. His breath hitches, and his eyes shoot down as you begin to stroke him with your thumb like he's a small pet.

"You demand to be untied with such vigor, yet you aren't excited at all at the prospect," you sound out with a teasing voice, "How about you show some enthusiasm, and I promise I will help."

You see his mouth open in protest, but you remove your hand from his cock to grab his jaw and crash your mouth to his, effectively silencing any further objections. As a reaction, he responds to your kiss, even leaning his head forward, but as suddenly as you started, you pull away, a smug smile playing on your lips.

"Not another peep out of you, got it?" you say calmly, leaning your forehead to his while still holding his face in a vicelike grip. His eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. "Good boy."

Knives's eyes stay nailed to you as you pull away, leaning back to run your hands over your own body, from your neck down to your chest and stomach until your fingers brush the hem of your underwear.

"Over or under?" you ask him with a grin, but he doesn't reply. "Good!"

You push your underwear down as far as you can until you can touch yourself more easily. Knives's gaze moves down with your hand after you pick up some spit with it. He watches eagerly as you start to pleasure yourself. A few heavier breaths cross your lips, and you see his Adam's apple bob up and down. You lean back farther, bowing your body and supporting one hand on his knee. You know he enjoys watching you play with yourself; you've noticed it before, and the shift of the bow hiding his cock from view is even more proof of it. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his silence only adding to the intensity. The only sounds filling the small room come from you, leaving Knives's lips to part slightly. His chest moves with slow and heavy breaths, showing just how much he's struggling to maintain his composure. You look over his marble figure and the piercing red ribbon that digs slightly into his body with each deep breath. As your gaze reaches his lap, you see the weeping head of his erect cock peek out from between the loops of the bow.

With a lick of your lips, you reach out to take the loose end of the ribbon between your fingers; you twist it, wrapping it around your index before tugging at it slowly. You keep looking at his wavering eyes as you pull the bow loose, releasing Knives's cock from its confines and letting it spring free. You see how he tries to keep his composure, but his face leans closer, and his cock twitches with anticipation. The coil of ribbon is around your hand as you tug it free from under him, and you scoot closer, taking his dick into the other hand and pressing it against your own throbbing sex.

Knives draws breath to say something while you stroke along his hard length, but you stuff his mouth with the ribbon you pulled loose from around him before he gets a single word out. His voice is muffled and unrecognizable as you continue to pleasure him. While your hand moves up and down along his length, you lean your body more against his. You feel his heavy breaths and racing pulse beneath you.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into his ear, "All you can say is Please and I want more. Got it? I will fuck you until one of us passes out and there is no point in pleading to be untied."

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Hey Trigun fans! If there were other ‘Independents’ in the anime, what kind of powers do you think they would have?

[merbear25]

I feel like Vash's hair is super soft. I'd love for him to put his head in my lap and let me run my fingers through it. I'd give him gentle scalp massages. Wanna make him feel at ease and at peace for once.

I want to just enjoy his company and be able to look down at his face and see how lovely he is. Knowing how Vash would feel about compliments, the moment would be shared in a comfortable silence so as not to accidentally make him recall his past regrets or cause any self-loathing to resurface.

Vash is so wonderful and it hurts that he cannot even bear to allow himself to be open to the idea of that. The idea of being cared about and appreciated is an unattainable desire of his.

This is why a moment like this is okay to savor with only quiet breaths, slow blinks, and warm touches. If I can't tell him how much he means to me, I want to show him.

[trigunwritings]

An idea to those who might be interested: plant!reader who, because they are so new to holding a humanoid form, is incredibly bad at communicating verbally. Since plants seem to come across as communicating to each other through non-audible means, this could translate to plant!reader having a very hard time understanding the concept of sounds = words = ideas.

Though they can try to communicate to humans using their natural telepathy, the act itself is incredibly painful to the humans it’s directed to because their brains are simply not wired to understand the mental language, and instead it causes massive migraines.

Over time, plant!reader finds that it is much easier to learn how to communicate through other means, which has led a lot of unsuspecting folk to assume that they are simply mute, and thus over time they have picked up a simplistic form of sign language that is accentuated with very gentle nudges of their telepathic voice.

Since this has worked well enough, they have never bothered to learn to speak—so you can imagine the complete shock from plant!reader when they realize out of the blue one random day that there is someone who not only doesn’t keel over in agony under the weight of their thoughts, but also has the ability to respond to them in kind. It’s like finally being able to breathe, finally having a gag removed from their metaphorical mouth.

You can also imagine the absolute storm of emotions flowing through Vash and/or Knives when they realize not only do they have that ability themselves, but that there is another plant like themselves somewhere out in the desert—and they have to come to terms with the wave of newfound emotions and instincts that come from that.

[the-and-sign-anon]

The Third Independent: 7

Word count: 1,613

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One Hundred-Fifty Years Post-Fall

Meryl, Roberto, and Vash were sitting in a saloon in a town a day’s drive away from the now destroyed Jeneora Rock. While there, they overheard a few men discussing a monster in the dunes. It had been spotted a few weeks before in the next town over and everyone was on edge because of it. Vash just groaned quietly and dropped his head back. 

“What’s got you all upset, Stampede?”

“Is it that thing those men are talking about? Have you ever seen it?”

“Not a thing. But they are what I’m thinking about.”

The two reporters shared a look, Roberto gave a little ‘go ahead’ gesture, and Meryl turned back to her new friend. 

“What are you talking about?”

“The ‘Worm Beast’ they’re talking about. They have it all wrong.” Vash sat back up and took a sip of his water. “They aren’t dangerous and they would never hurt anyone.”

“You talk about them like you know them personally.”

Vash shrugged. After more than a century spent exploring Noman’s Land, he knew to keep certain things to himself. And he just couldn’t risk saying too much about you without worrying that it could put you in danger. 

“I’ve met them before. They aren’t some monster. They’re not that different from me, actually.”

Roberto chuckled before sipping at his own drink. 

“You’re saying there are two naive, well-meaning, freakishly skilled weirdos with bad reputations wandering around this planet?”

Meryle lightly smacked his arm and kept focused on Vash.

“How many times have you met this person? If they aren’t what people say, then how did they get their reputation? Where did all these stories come from? And how old are they? These stories have been circulating for over seventy years-”

Roberto clapped a hand over her mouth, earning a fiery glare in response.

“That’s enough for today, newbie. I’d rather drink in silence now.”

Meryl rolled her eyes and stood to go get the group rooms for the night. Vash offered the senior reporter a little half-smile. 

“Thanks, Roberto.”

“Don’t thank me, that kid won’t ever shut up.”

Vash muffled his soft laughter with his glass. Roberto wasn’t about to admit it, but he didn’t mind Vash as much as he pretended to. Or Meryl for that matter. With the conversation successfully stopped, Vash didn’t have to worry about it any further that night. 

After Meryl hit Wolfwood with her car two days later, you drifted into conversation again. As the group drove through the scorching sands, Wolfwood shared a bit about his travels. He, of course, had encountered the fabled Worm Beast. 

“You actually saw it?”

“Swear on my life, shortstack. It had to have been something like eight feet tall. Glowing eyes, surrounded by Worms, the whole deal.”

Vash couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image Wolfwood painted. You, in all your weird glory, enjoying a night with your little friends while unfortunately freaking out any passersby. 

“What, Needle-Noggin? You don’t believe me?”

Meryle snorted and glanced at the two men in her rearview. 

“Oh, Vash knows the Worm Beast.”

Wolfwood stared at him so hard Vash tucked himself against the window and looked out at the sand. 

“I said I’ve met them. And I have. They aren’t dangerous or anything.”

That wasn’t accurate and he knew it. Probably one of the biggest lies he could possibly tell. But you weren’t dangerous in the way Nai was. You didn’t hate humans, so you would never lash out at them without good reason. He did wish you were a little closer to him on the pacifism scale, but there was no changing that at this point.

“There’s no way something that big isn’t dangerous. How trusting are you, Blondie?”

“I’m not naive. I don’t trust people who don’t deserve it.” Vash took a steadying breath and tried not to get upset. “Just don’t talk about them, alright? You don’t know anything about them.”

Roberto studied Vash in the mirror. He wasn’t a tense or defensive guy, he’d seen that much. But this Worm Beast, whoever you really were, was clearly a sore spot for him.

The two went on bickering in the backseat for a while, only stopped by their arrival at the rundown rest stop. It was all action from there, with the bodies to bury and the fight with the Grand Worm. The argument in the car was not forgotten, but at least brushed aside for the time being as the whole group sat down to eat with a trio of bandits they met. 

Vash was subdued, but a little less so than the day before. He ate at least, but wasn’t too interested in talking at first. Meryl stuck next to him, ducking to hide behind him when Wolfwood tried to shove a chunk of roasted Worm meat in her face. Vash nudged Meryl into a sitting position, grabbed the meat from Wolfwood, and closed his eyes for a moment. He whispered a quiet thanks to the Worms, then dug in. Meryl opted to push aside the image of his teeth, too sharp and too many to be entirely normal, as they tore into the meat.

“What was that you said?”

Vash took his time chewing before answering quietly. 

“I was thanking the Worms. It’s because of them that we have food to eat. It’s only right to express appreciation for that.”

She looked contemplative for a moment. 

“Huh… I guess I never really thought much about that.”

Vash shrugged as he continued eating. 

“Most people don’t.” He barely whispered as his eyes studied the flames. “I might not have, if it weren’t for my Mayfly.”

Meryl wondered at the reverence in his tone. She couldn’t think of a time she’d heard someone speak that way. 

“Mayfly?”

She tried for an encouraging expression. She wanted Vash to open up, but if he backed out now, she’d leave it for another day. She could wait for him to take that first step if he wanted to trust her with it. 

“My Mayfly. My partner. I haven’t… I haven’t gotten to see them for a long time. To be honest, as difficult as it is to deal with the bounty on my head, I’m a little bit glad it keeps me moving. I can look for them better that way.”

“... did something… happen to them?”

Vash tossed the clean bone to the fire. 

“Not exactly. We both like to move around, we have for years. But we…” Vash had to tread carefully. He couldn’t put you in any kind of danger. “We had to go our separate ways for a bit. I think they might be searching for me too, especially if they’ve seen the wanted posters.”

Meryl winced in sympathy. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be separated from your significant other, only to discover in some worn down town that he had a multimillion double-dollar bounty on his head.

“What are they like?” Meryl curled in on herself, some part of her mind telling her to seem as non-threatening as possible. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

Vash looked a world away as he watched the flames. What could he share about you? What felt safe to share? What was he willing to share when he wanted nothing more than to keep you all to himself forever?

“They’re… strong. Strong willed, strong mind, just… strong. And they’re smart too. They just have this… particular way of looking at the world. Like it’s so much bigger than what humanity sees.”

He wished you could be here. Despite the messages you managed to send each other, it was rare that you actually got to meet up. He hadn’t seen you in over a decade; you had seemed so tired then, like you wanted to stop moving. But you’d only do that if Vash could stop with you. 

“If I didn’t have a bounty on my head, I think things would be different. I’d build them a home, somewhere they don’t have to leave behind.” 

It was like opening floodgates. He couldn’t think of anything but you, couldn’t stop himself now that he’d started. He described the life he wanted to give you, once he could finally settle down. Meryl listened thoughtfully as he talked about the towns he’d seen that he wished he could explore with you beside him. For an hour or so, Vash just got to… talk. About you, and your future together, and he wasn’t so afraid of it being used against him. 

Eventually, his words slowed and his eyes began to droop. Meryl nudged him and helped him to his feet, ushering him towards the truck to sleep. He certainly needed it. His dreams, as they often did, brought him to you. Images of a small, comfortable home where you never had to worry about anything again. 

Meryl tried to look out for Vash after that night. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to deal with everything he dealt with, so she just did what she could. She offered him food whenever she was certain he hadn’t eaten and made sure he knew she was a listening ear whenever he needed it.

After stopping the sand steamer, the group headed for Home. Vash barely managed an introduction before collapsing into bed. Meryl, as much as she wanted to investigate, agreed to sleep too, her exhaustion overtaking her before she could ask much of anything. For the first time he could remember, Vash slept at Home without you, leaving him more restless than ever. It just didn’t feel right. It wouldn’t, until you were back in his arms.

[skelebellie]

entangled moments

gn!reader drabble interactions with the trigun stampede squad (vash, wolfwood, meryl, and roberto)

(hinted polyamorous relationship w/ vash, wolfwood, and meryl)

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traveling through no mans land means hot days and cold nights. its not uncommon for you to shed a couple layers in order to refrain from overheating. however, you tend to miss the watchful eyes of your companions. on chilly nights you snuggle up to meryl, her back against your head as you snuggle into her for warmth. as the night progresses and morning comes your often found intertwined with each other, your head resting on her chest.

wolfwood once jokingly asked if you’d sleep with him one night, to which you nonchalantly said “oh sure i didn’t know you you also got cold at night”. he wasn’t expecting it to get that far. needless to say, he wasn’t too happy that you turned him into the small spoon.

after that meryl is only willing to share her “personal” heater with vash.

jk, some nights you end up pinned between meryl, vash, and wolfwood, body splayed across all three. roberto is left to shiver in the cold.

for some reason you salute roberto when you see him and no one knows why but it gives him a little ego boost so he lets it slide.

you and wolfwood are absolute menaces when left to your own devices. one time the rest of the crew came back from scouting and all they saw was you holding a target in the air and the punisher ready to fire. you could hear the screams of terror from a mile away as everyone was thrown into a panic.

you take a lot of time making sure vash’s arm is up to your standard. if you notice a slight uncontrolled twitch or a lag in his shooting your on him before he can even blink. asking him if hurts or if hes noticed anything unusual.

you often use vash’s prosthetic hand to cool yourself after a long day in the sun, the cold metal never getting hot in the blazing sun. sometimes you’ll be sitting and just guide his hand to the back of your neck, letting out a pleased sigh. he cant help but marvel at how large his hand is across your neck.

meryl is often found having one point of contact with you. you like it since physical touch is your love language, but meryl mainly does it to prevent you from getting lost. it takes one cool bug for you to be 10 miles away from the party.

in the back of the car your sprawled out across vash and wolfwood, your head resting across wolfs legs and your legs stretched across vash’s. the two realized how good of an idea it was so now you take turns laying down across each other when you have to drive to distant towns. vash will rub invisible images on your calf and you’ll play with wolfwood’s hands as a form of entertainment. admiring his calluses and scars. you pretend like you dont see the blush on the tips of his ears.

you love playing with vash’s hair. if your lucky enough to spend the night in a hotel, he will sit on the floor as you sit on the edge of the bed, massaging his scalp. you try to style his hair but it always ends up in the same mop like shape.

wolfwood bonking you on the head because someone asks you a question you should lie about but no one told you that so there you go… telling them everything.

vash and wolfwood are on wandering duty. sometimes you’ll just start going a different direction since something intrested you and they just kind of pick you up from under your armpits and just bring you back.

“okay lets go” you say and you start walking. roberto just kind of grabs your shoulders and turns you to where you should have been going. “yes i 100% knew that we needed to go this way.”

wolfwood goes to give you a high five while your hands are full so you kind of just slap your head against his hand. he almost pissed himself laughing.

[tomatoswup]

sweet spot -`♡´-

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

warnings/tags: Minors DNI, nsfw,,sprinkles of praise,, afab,, marking,, what if vash had an erogenous spot on the roof of his mouth,,and yeah fingers are going into mouths bestie,,, lil bully vash moment,, i dont know whether or not to put top!vash or submissive!vash because its kinda giving a mix of both,,,fuck it, its a tag now,, short drabble,,,plant dynamics

there might be mistakes bc i wrote this at bumfuck 2 AM and i can't read straight, i really almost wrote fetty instead of pretty like???

A/N: You know whats funny, I wrote this at first with a focus on Vash's sharp canine teeth (title was originally gonna be show me your teeth)but the most brilliant idea popped up in my head i needed to write it. still kept the teeth and marking part in bc :P i hope i didn't write this like a dentist visit LMFAOO,,im sorry if this didn't make sense i need to sleep lmfaooo ENJOYYY~

p.s: theres an small extra at the bottom :D

Vash was certainly somewhat of a wacky guy.

NOT in a bad way, definitely not! You loved him with all your heart but there were a few things he left you so curious about, especially after confessing his plant origin to you that while back.

So you often observed him, how he interacted with others, whenever he was proud, shy, nervous or angry. And every time he grinned or gave people a big smile, you always peeped at those sharp canines of his. Were they normally that pointy? Or what it because he was a plant?

"Hey Vash..." You called out to him one day as the group walked into an inn for the night.

"Eh?" He turned to look down at you, an innocent smile on his face "What's up?"

There perhaps may have been a mistake asking him that question, especially when the both of you had been a bit worked up over the month. The roads have been tough, and the two of you haven't had a moment alone together in so long.

As night arrived, the moans and groans of the bedroom grew louder and thank god everyone had gone to the local pub for the night, leaving the both of you to ravish each other in peace, even if it were just for a few hours.

You wouldn't have been able to face everyone if they heard.

Each buck of his hips into you had you gasping for air as the dull pain of his grip on the side of your thigh had you wanting to run laps around the room. Well.. if you could.

With legs keeping a tight wrap around Vash's hips, your grip on the sheets around you had the whites of your knuckles showing. It felt a bit embarassing as Vash towered over you but did you really care? nope

"You look so beautiful.." He moaned out, delivering another hard thrust into your gaping hole as the dirty squelching noises of cum mixed in with both of yalls' heavy breathing and panting.

Vash did think you looked quite heavenly though. The hickeys, the bite marks on your shoulders and around your breasts, he really wished he could see you like this everyday if he could.

"Won't you.." You whimpered "..look at your self p-prettybo- Oh~" Did you finish your sentence? You couldn't really tell by the way Vash's cock hit that delicious spot in you, making you tighten your legs around him to get closer, to leave no space.

To leave nothing.

"C-Can't even tell me what you wanna say?"

God he made you dizzy, the stickiness of both your bodies together and him dragging his tongue around your nipples made you less lucid than you thought you had been. You tried to catch your breath, you really did, but it had gotten hard to as the coiling feeling at the core of your stomach made you just want a bit more.

just a bit...

Opening your eyes, you hazily looked at Vash’s flushed face, sweat starting to show on his forehead and the blond strands of hair starting to stick to it as he gave you a cheeky grin that made you laugh amidst the pleasure. Letting one hand go from the bundled up sheet above your head, you shakily lifted it up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"V-Vash.." You hitched out, the pad of your thumb brushing over his swollen pink lips before they entered his mouth in the heat of the moment.

And Vash accepted, giving you a small groan as you felt the his saliva coat it, and his teeth graze it. But suddenly, when your thumb accidentally hit the roof of his mouth, specifically his palate, you watched in awe.

In pure awe actually, as Vash's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a choked and long moan you've never heard before.

Desperation.

Need.

Holy shit.

You felt his cock start to twitch in you as you let out a breathy chuckle "A plant thing I missed?"

You moved your thumb to caress his palate one more time as you felt his thrusts lose rhythm, the pure look of pleasure washing over his face as the tips of his brows furrowed and the grip on your thigh tightened. He had lost his composure, turning into jelly just because of that touch.

You found a sweet spot of his that you didn't know about..

And oh fuck he looked pretty just like that.

You shuttered at the sight of Vash's blissed face as the edges of his ears turned red, his eyes only opening just enough for you to see the tad bit of watering. "Mpfh..."He whined out in need muffled by your finger before suddenly, the strong, deep thrust of his cock into your cervix had you arch your back and gasp, making you quickly take your finger out of his mouth to desperately grab his shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He panted, a line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth as you felt him get bigger inside you, causing you to mewl at the sudden change. Feeling large calloused hands finding themselves at your waists, you looked back at Vash as the patterns of blue scattered over his face and scarred chest "Hold on..." Your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

"W-WAIT- AH!~”

Oh isn't Vash just so cute!

extra:

-homeboy just railed you to oblivion and thinks you can walk normal the next morning? PFTTTT

-You made sure to give Vash a playful punch on the shoulder when the both of you awoke in the morning.

-"and you didn't tell me that you had a spot on the top of your mouth?"

-"ya know, i had completely forgot about that hahaha -queue vash shyly scratching the side of his cheek.

-and you wonder how he could be shy after the way he fucked you sideways,, QUITE LITERALLY

-you make sure to try and touch it with your tongue when the both of yall make out though🫶

-plant tingz💕

-have fun! :D

[odetodissapointment]

call nai baby and he looks at you like you’ve just stabbed him, call vash baby and he look at you like you hung the moon and stars

[3ic95id864pg]

Trimax Vash [Twitter:@rtylenole]

[mediocreanomaly]

I just read your nesting with the twins and hhh my heart

This isnt much of an ask but more of a thought i got reading it! I'd like to imagine that carrying so many blankets will eventually get hectic, imagine if Vash's mate instead cuts up pieces of the blankets he likes, but cant carry along, and overtime just makes this big patchwork blanket for his nest, just thinking of how thats the blanket that has to be on top of the other blankets at all times cause its specially made for him too, like a cherry on top on his cozy lil nest 🥺

(Knives's mate tries this but its just a milk puzzle cause everythinga the same color 😂)

No thoughts, just pure fluff, hope i made sense haha 😭

So cute!!! This is something I 100% see happening. I feel like you'd have to rip that blanket away too, think of it like a child with their first blankey lol

"Vash we need to wash it" "No we don't! It belongs in the nest!" "Vash give me the god damn-" "No!"

Cut to an hour of chasing your overgrown toddler around the house. You always win but Vash makes you fight for it...but can you blame him? It's his security blanket, all the memories packed into one patchwork blanket. Plus it smells like you and him mixed together, it's his favorite to cuddle with

Meanwhile Knives...

"Look!" "...what is that" "A blanket I made for you!" "It just looks like my other blankets but...worse" "...Nai would you let me do something nice for you one time with out complaining I swear to god-"

Jokes! Kinda...I think he'd begrudgingly take it and mutter a quick "thank you" because you're his mate and he wants to please you but...I'm so sorry it's getting trashed. He has a very particular style he's going for in his nest and this patch work milk blanket isn't it.

(he secretly still has it safely put away somewhere because it was a gift from you but if anyone ask it was disposed of even though when he's stressed he'll run his fingers over the stitching)

[madthetruemad]

Plant ! Reader who takes one look at Wolfwood and suddenly feels their heart skip a beat.

Immediately grabbing your chest in alarm, you turn away from Wolfwood and stare down at your hand that's clutching the front of your shirt. And you notice how your skipping heart finally settles down in a few minutes. Even though this was the first time it happened, you decided to ignore it and turn right back towards Wolfwood only for it to happen again.

The cycle repeats until something finally clicks in your head...

Y/n: wolfwood.

Wolfwood: yeah?

Y/n: i need you to go away. Like, far far away and never come back.

Wolfwood: huh? Why?!

Y/n: you're making my heart skip beats. And like, everytime I look at you my head feels all light too!

Meryl, Vash, Milly, & Wolfwood: *dead silence*

Y/n: so yeah, idk how, but maybe I'm just allergic to you.

Vash, who is placing a hand on Wolfwood's shoulder: don't worry, they'll get it one day.

[greetingfromthedead]

🔞 Tender Passion (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: With the gingerbread cookies cooling, you cuddle with Vash on the couch, waiting for Lina and Sheryl to return for dinner, but the warm embrace and heavy blanket threaten to lull you to sleep so Vash does what he has to to keep you from passing out. Rating: R (for this part) Tags: No use of "Y/N", Established Relationship, Smut, PWP, Soft Porn, Fluff, Domestic, Kissing, Under the Blanket Touching, Bridal Carry, Longing, Undressing, Caressing, Teasing, Fingering, P in V, Passionate, Tender, Missionary, Cowgirl, Simultaneous Orgasm, Cum Inside, Unprotected Sex Word count: 2.8k

« Optional fluffy Part 1 (Rated E)

The house is quiet; even the wind outside the window has fallen silent, leaving your breaths as the only sound. Vash has nuzzled his cheek against yours, his arms securely wrapped around your torso while you lay between his long legs, his chest gently rising and falling under your back. The room has surrendered to the darkness, only illuminated by the tiny bulbs of the string lights decorating the walls. The smell of gingerbread still lingers in the air, and the empty plate has only a few crumbs left on it. It is so cozy; from Vash's warm hug to the soft blanket wrapped around both of you, it would be so easy to slip away into a peaceful slumber.

You're just going to close your eyes for a moment. You're not going to fall asleep; just rest your eyes. But Vash's breathing is like a lullaby that threatens to rock you to sleep. Your eyes feel so heavy, and it gets harder and harder to pry them open. It's like your body slips away from your grasp; you can still hear and feel everything, almost like you're standing on the outside, no longer tethered to your brain.

"Hey now, don't fall asleep." Vash's soft voice cuts through the silence, drawing your attention again.

"I'm not," you answer, sounding more sleepy than you intended.

"I can't have you pass out before Lina and Grandma Sheryl get back. We still have a dinner planned." His head shifts against yours, messing with your hair until he can place a kiss on your cheek. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you lean into his touch, feeling loved.

"I know, that's why I am not sleeping," you reply, settling even more comfortably into his embrace.

"You are going to fall asleep like that," he chuckles lightly, his arms tightening around you.

"And what are you going to do about it?" you daunt him, your eyes still closed.

"Whatever I have to," Vash answers, and you recognize the mischievous glint in his tone.

He continues to embrace you despite you sliding slightly more down, nearly getting swallowed up by the blanket. His right hand shifts down, his fingers tickling lightly as they run over your side. His hand finds your leg, stroking gently up from the outside of your thigh towards the pulled-up knee. The left arm shifts too, still remaining draped over you, but he moves it just enough for his palm to find your right breast, cupping the supple flesh in his hand.

A shiver runs through your body as you enjoy his touch. But it is still comfortable and cozy; the sensation itself is keeping you awake, but you doubt it will help for long. As if hearing your thoughts, Vash starts to drag his right hand back, from your leg to your side and down again; it tickles slightly, and your clothes shift with his touch. A soft sigh rolls over your lips as you relax even more into his touch, but his hand doesn't travel to your knee; instead, it reaches around your leg, almost to your butt, but not really. His fingers press a little more into your flesh as he leans in closer. He kisses your temple while his prosthetic hand gently kneads the breast it holds.

Arousal starts to rear its head through the haze of tiredness as Vash catches your nipple between his outstretched fingers through the clothes, only slightly pinching it. All the while, his other hand caresses your leg, inching its way to the inside of your thigh, tracing patterns closer and closer to your center of desire. Even when his fingers press against the heat between your legs through the pants, it feels more like a tease, a small taste of what could be, and gives no satisfaction, only yearning.

"Have you woken up yet?" Vash whispers into your ear, and all you do is give a small shake with your head.

His left hand moves down under the blanket until it finds the end of your shirt, and he pushes his hand under. The metal of his fingers feels slightly cool against your warm skin. It makes you shiver again as he traces his fingertips gently up along your stomach, barely even touching you. His hand slinks over the bra only to sneak in over the edge, pushing it slightly to the side to settle over your breast. His touch sends a wave of tingles throughout your body, especially when he lightly grazes your nipple.

You melt into him even more, leaning back your head in enjoyment, resting it over his broad chest. His other hand remains settled between your slightly spread legs, his hooked fingers stroking back and forth over the tough fabric separating you from his touch. It is a prolonged tease that is hard to deny, and you find yourself desperately craving more. So you remain unmoving, eyes still closed. Only the slight movement of the heavy blanket covering you would let anyone else know that this is not just an innocent embrace between two tired lovers.

His right hand finally moves up again, but only to the button of your pants to undo the front. As he slowly slides his hand inside, you can feel the heat of his touch against your skin. His fingers cautiously inch closer, trapped between you and the fabric of your underwear. All the while, he keeps playing with your chest. The expression on his face is calm, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips as he looks down at you lying on top of him in blissful surrender.

Vash's fingers slide over your core, only his middle finger gliding through your folds, smearing your arousal throughout, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you want more. He moves slowly and gently, only adding his pointer when you involuntarily spread your legs wider for him. Your pants still restrict his movements, but there is enough space for him to slide his fingers back and forth, spreading your lips and brushing over your clit. You fight back the urge to move, continuing to let him explore you. The sigh from his lips is tender, and he nuzzles his nose against your ear without saying anything. His left hand's grasp tightens on your breast, almost like pulling you closer.

A jolt of pleasure darts from your pussy to your navel as he draws gentle circles both on your nipple and your clit simultaneously. His touch is equally gentle and firm, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel yourself completely surrendering to his touch. Your breathing gets heavier, and you lift one leg over his, allowing him to access you more easily.

"Sleepy girl," he whispers in your ear, sliding his hand deeper into your pants. You feel a rush of desire wash over you as his fingers find their way to your entrance, lingering at the edge before pushing slowly inside you. His movements are slow and deliberate, his palm brushing over your pussy each time he moves forward to push deeper inside and while he pulls back. It starts to be harder and harder to pretend to still be on the edge of sleep while you crave more of his intimate caresses. The sensation of his fingers inside you makes you want to tighten up, to hold on to each spark of pleasure that he's giving you, but still you remain as relaxed as you can, enjoying his swipes that leave you tingling.

You can feel the tension building within you as his touch becomes more intense, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. His fingers hook to put more pressure to the soft wall they drag along. With each following movement, you can't help but start to arch your back and let your lips part for airy breaths that catch in your throat. A slow, smoldering fire burns within you, coming to the surface where Vash touches you. He pulls his hooked fingers from inside you, only to play with your clit. He puts measured pressure on your sensitive bud, making you silently gasp for more. Your own hands trace along his arms, from his elbows to his wrists. He plunges into your depths again, stroking your insides with tender passion.

"Are you still tired, love? Or should we perhaps go to our room?" he whispers against your scalp before pressing his lips to your hair.

"We should go. In case they come back…" you reply breathlessly, your body still enjoying his touch, from your pussy to the top of your head.

"Good."

Vash's hands shift before his whole body does. You still are surprised every time he displays his unnatural strength. He appears strong, but still there is something in the effortless way he moves. He doesn't show any sign of struggle, not in his breathing or even the tensing of his body. It's as if you weigh nothing, less even than the blanket covering you as he shifts you in his lap as if you, hooking one hand under your knees and the other around your back. He stands up, the blanket still covering you as he sets his steps towards the attic stairs. You can finally see the outlines of his face in the dim light; he smiles so tenderly, his eyes full of love as he carries you into the dark stairwell and into the little room you've occupied.

The light of the moons bathes the space in a soft glow. A shaft of moonlight streams through the window, casting a gentle light on the walls and your mattress on the floor. You can feel the warmth of his body against yours while cupping his cheek with your hand. The moment feels surreal, as if time has stopped. He sets you down gently, the blanket falling to the floor to lay among the other covers of your bed. He leans in, his lips almost touching yours. Vash's hands are still on you, pulling you closer by the waist as you hold his face. You close the gap to gently kiss his lips, savoring the moment before finally pulling away.

He lifts the hem of your shirt, and you lift your arms for him to pull it over your head. He is so tender and sweet, his eyes remaining on yours. You give him another sweet kiss before pulling off his sweater, revealing his bare upper body and the scars and augmentations that catch the light. But your eyes remain locked with his. Another kiss before he continues to undress you. The items of clothing you shed from each other are thrown on the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him again, your naked bodies pressed against each other as he pulls you closer with one hand. He lowers you both to the mattress on the floor, carefully and tenderly laying you on your back while continuing to kiss your lips. The fire within you smolders all over your skin where his heavy body presses against you.

Vash eventually pulls back, slipping from your embrace to press his lips to the center of your chest, leaving a kiss over your heart before looking back up at you with a tender smile. He sits up more, your legs bent to either side of him. He admires you for a moment before leaning in to kiss you deeply again; one of his hands traces down along your body, cherishing the feel of your skin under his palm. His hand disappears for a moment and is replaced by the feeling of his cock swiping through your wet folds. The head presses against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of pleasure before slowly pushing inside. Vash's body shifts again, and his lips pull away from yours. His hands catch yours, entangling your fingers with his. He leans forward, his dick pushing deeper while he presses your hands into the blankets, trapping them under his large palms.

You wrap your legs around his hips in response to him holding your hands, and you feel him start to move, his motions slow and tender. His expression is so full of adoration that it makes your heart want to explode. His thrusts are slow and long, pulling almost out before sliding back in. His gaze never leaves yours, filled with a mix of desire and love. With each gentle thrust, you feel the deeper connection between the two of you, a bond that goes beyond physical pleasure. You are his everything. He is your everything. Right now there is just the two of you.

He moves closer again to lean his head to yours, and with his lips by your ear, he whispers your name with the utmost tenderness and intimacy. "I love you. Forever and always," he says, and you feel his lips move against the shell of your ear.

"Vash…" you whisper back, your breath barely carrying any of your voice with it. But it is enough. In it, you pour all of your love and longing. He hears the unworded promises that you make to him, and he smiles against your skin. His fingertips press into the backs of your hands as he holds you tighter.

His hips pull back enough that when they move closer, you feel yourself stretching around his cock again, the delicious feeling of fullness making you moan quietly. Every vein and bump of his dick rubs against your inner walls, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. He picks up some pace but remains gentle and calm, occasional little moans rolling from his chest as he continues to fuck you gently, passionately. Your back arches as you tense up more and more, feeling the pressure building up inside you.

His body suddenly leans more against you, his rough chest pressed to yours. His hands release yours to gently take hold of you and then turn with you until he lies on his back and you are on top, straddling his hips while his cock still remains inside you. It takes a moment to reorient yourself, but you brace your hands to his chest and push up. His hands land on your hips and move with you as you start to grind back and forth, feeling every inch of him deep inside you.

The moonlight illuminates his skin and the expression on his handsome features. He looks divine, like an angel. His breath hitches as you keep moving your hips against his. Vash looks up at you much the same as you look at him. He too sees someone who has walked off the pages of a fantasy novel. His head rolls back as he surrenders to you, his mouth sculpting your name into a moan. You raise your body from his only to come back down again. Bouncing on his lap with a rhythm that builds your pleasure brick by brick. Shifting forward gives you more leverage as you ride him.

Vash pushes up from the mattress, halfway sitting to look at you and catch your lips with his. He pulls you down with him, mouths locked in a passionate embrace of their own. His hands wander down your back towards your waist, pulling you closer to him. You still move your body when he joins you, thrusting his hips upwards as you come down. The rhythm gets faster, the sensation he brings, more intense. It wraps you up, tightening your core until Vash can barely hold on. Both of you teeter on the edge, his hips losing some of the gentleness, but the rest of him holds you gently. Finally, the pleasure explodes between you, shattering you simultaneously. His hips keep moving, riding out the waves of ecstasy, every thrust pumping more of his cum into you. Only when he stops, overwhelmed and overstimulated, are you able to relax and come down from the intense high he has brought you to. It is unclear how long it has been, was it quick or did it take a decade? It could be either or. It still feels like your souls have entangled together.

His chest heaves as you lay down on it, his head tilted back as he catches his breath. You revel in the afterglow, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight while your body still tingles from the pleasure. Like waves, it still rushes through you, the pulse of your pussy squeezing around his cock, making the mix of your juices and his cum dribble out as you both bask in the post-orgasmic bliss. Vash's body is so warm under yours, you fit together as if every curve was forged to match with the other's. If only it could last forever and not just until the others get back.

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I have a question for fans of Trigun '98 who have read the manga. Does the manga provide any explanation about the origin of the Plants, how the Independents were created, or about the space colonies?