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🔞 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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[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.

[starlightloona91]

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?

[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.

[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.

[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)

[gojoidyll]

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.

[3ic95id864pg]

Trimax Vash [Twitter:@rtylenole]

[greetingfromthedead]

Plantheat (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: About once a year Vash's heat rolls around and while he is worried about the position it puts you in, you enjoy all the positions.

Series: None (oneshot)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

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

Tags: no use of y/n, plantheat, rutting, pwp, smut, light BDSM, mention of breeding kink, cum kink ig, hand job, blowjob, p in v sex, joyous use of a couch, copious amount of... cum, rough sex, aphrodisiac, some spanking, blushing Vash → rutting Vash

Word count: 4.3k

Author's Note: If you know me or my other work... no you don't. Idk where this came from and it has already been revised... it was worse.

Vash has been avoiding your gaze all morning, generally curling up in bed and pulling the blanket over his head. He insists he is feeling sick, but you suspect it's something quite a bit different. You go along with his behavior, only giving him a peck on the cheek from behind before you get out of bed again.

"I will bring you something to eat; surely that will make you feel better," you say from the door.

"Thank you, love, but I am not hungry. I'll just go take a shower." His muffled voice sounds from underneath layers of fabric. This answer confirms your suspicions, and you leave for the kitchen. There are only a few reasons your man would refuse food, and being sick isn't one of them.

You eat your late breakfast as you see him slinking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. He held a bundle of towels, and the sweet smell following him leaves no room for doubt about what is really going on. You take a deep whiff and lick your lips, savoring the scent. You can finish your plate and clean up in the time it takes him to shower. He usually refuses to waste that much water, but the grunts you hear through the door reveal he is doing more than just washing.

You bite your lip, wanting to go in there, but stop yourself. Every time he tries to hide his heat, and each time he fails, yet seeing him struggle with it in the beginning always amuses you. So instead, you settle in on the couch, where you have a great view of the bathroom door. From the suppressed noises, you assume he jerked himself off at least twice, surely hoping to put off the effects of his time of the year. You try to think back to the last time, and it seems like it hasn't been quite a year yet, but you aren't complaining. Vash might think he puts you in an awful position with his unquenchable need that arises during this time, but actually you quite enjoy all the positions you end up finding yourself in.

He finally exits the room, a large fluffy towel around his waist and a smaller one on his shoulders, catching the water droplets from his hair. His scarred and augmented chest is on full display, and you admire his broad shoulders. His body is a marvel to you, and even on a regular day, a sight like this makes your mouth water.

"Hello, my eyes are up here!" Vash tries to crack a joke, and one of his hands goes to scratch the back of his neck.

"I know. But I am not looking at them right now," you tease. "Come closer and let me get a better look. Do a spin while you're at it."

You see a reddish hue flush over his chest and neck while he walks closer to you. You can tell he's a bit nervous, but he obliges and does a slow turn, giving you a full view.

"Happy? I should go back to bed." He sounds very awkward, as he avoids looking straight at you and instead gazes at the bedroom door. With him came the same sweet smell as before, and it makes you painfully aware of the yearning in your belly, a desire to spread your legs right away. The smell alone is enough to turn you on, but tasting him would spell the end of your little game.

"Later. You took such a long shower; surely you feel a bit better now." You keep a careful eye on him as you speak. "You're all wet still; I'm surprised you're not shivering. Come here; I'll help you."

You reach out and tug gently on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obliges, but the blush is deepening on his face. He glances down at you as you place your hand on his stomach, wiping some droplets onto your thumb before sticking it in your mouth. You suck your finger dry and see his eyes widening.

"What? You used a lot of water; let's not waste any more." You say with a grin and pull him closer to run your lips over his skin, kissing away the wetness. You can feel his heart racing under your touch, and the maddening smell intensifies.

"Darling, I should..." A shudder runs through his body. "Go to bed."

"Don't you like it?" You run your tongue over the curves and valleys of his muscles, your hands firmly holding on to his hips.

"Oh, you know I do. It's just that…" He sounds breathless, and the crimson of his cheeks is accompanied by a pleading look in his eyes.

"You want to fuck my brains out." You finish his sentence with a smirk and pull away a bit to see him better.

"Yes. Yes, I do," he admits with a guilty look in his eyes.

"Why don't you?" You look at his face as his expression shifts from one microscopic emotion to the next. You don't actually need him to answer; you know his reasoning from the years before.

"I don't want you to feel used. I don't want to hurt you. I know it can get… intense," he swallows, and you pull the edge of his towel until it falls down. "And what if you get pregnant?"

"What if? Come on, daddy, don't worry about that." You say with a sultry voice, "Go on, give it your best shot."

"Don't say that," he exhales, and you can tell it gets harder and harder for him to keep his composure.

"Why not?" you smirk as your one hand wraps around his half flaccid cock, feeling it twitch at your touch. You let it slide through your loose grip until you reach the tip, your thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot, smearing the large glob of pre-cum that had already formed there.

"I can't resist you." He studders slightly and reaches out his hand to touch your cheek. "I want you. I want you so badly."

You feel a rush of desire wash over you as his words send shivers down your spine. You lean in closer to kiss his dry shaft, your fingers twisting just below the tip, causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I'm right here," you say, barely pulling your lips away from his skin as you look up. "Use me. Any way you want. Any way you need."

He bites his lips hard, the redness not leaving his face as he meets your gaze. He watches you trace your lips along his length as your hand starts to move back and forth. Sloppier kisses leave plenty of spit behind for your hand to glide smoothly. As he is fully erect, the tip leaks with his arousal, providing plenty of lubrication. His eyes never leave yours as you continue to stroke him, his breath quickening with each movement. You are careful not to taste any of him, pulling away and instead adding your other hand to the mix.

His body leans back in pleasure as you increase the intensity. He arches his back and lets out a slight moan as he enjoys your touch. One hand strokes along the length while the other twists around the tip. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation. The sweet smell of his aphrodisiac fills the air, and your whole body longs for it. You feel your own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, the wetness collecting between your legs. You use your semi-clear head to tease him a bit longer; you know his quirks and know the best ways to build him up. You know exactly how to push his buttons and make him lose control, and with his especially short fuse today, you enjoy this while you can. His moans get louder and less guarded. It gives you massive satisfaction to hear him like that, seeing his muscles ripple as his body is overtaken by pleasure. He's putty in your hands, completely at your mercy. It does not take long to get him to his edge, only to lessen the stimulation and deny his orgasm. His eyes shoot at you again as you grin.

"Oh no, no, you don't get to simply torture me." Vash says, and there is an edge to his voice; the heat is taking him over, revealing his more primal and wild sides. "I won't let you have all the fun."

His left hand grips your jaw, and his right one grabs the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your head back. You can only guess that if you weren't still holding his cock tightly, he would have crashed into you for a fierce kiss, but this is not what happens. As you look up with your mouth pried open, he rolls his mouth and parts his lips to let some spit drip off the tip of his tongue. It lands on yours, and the aphrodisiac immediately fills your senses. You feel a surge of desire rush through your body. You want more. You need more.

He looks satisfied as your hungry gaze moves back on his dick. You feel ravenous for more and desperate to taste the sweetness again. Desperate to pull the pleasure from his body. You lick the fingers of one of your hands, savoring the remnants of his essence that still linger on your skin, but it is not enough. Sticking out our tongue, you place his tip on it, collecting the constantly leaking pre-cum that's a hint of what's still to come. You can't wait to have him inside you, filling you up completely, but for now, you want to taste him in the back of your throat. The desire grows, and the heat in your belly rises with each passing second. He has opened the floodgates, and you're sure you've soaked through more than just your underwear.

Hungrily, you start sucking on him while both your hands busy themselves with stimulating the rest of his cock. His hand, holding on to your hair, tightens, urging you on even as you gag on him. Your head is flooded with nothing but the desire to become his personal cum dump. The intensity of the moment consumes you, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of submission. His moans of pleasure only fuel your own arousal, pushing you to go further and deeper, with noises of enjoyment escaping your lungs. In that moment, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation of being his willing plaything. You slide off the couch to kneel before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.

One of your hands goes to rub your pussy through your pants, but the friction is not nearly enough. You want him all over your body, but your own pleasure comes second. You're here to please him, to have him fill you to the brim.

His groans intensify as you rub his most sensitive spot against the slightly rougher texture of your tongue. Your hand still works on the length of his cock as you feel him twitch under your touch. You know he's close, and you're determined to make him come undone. As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, you can feel his body tense and his breath quicken. With a final, deliberate movement, you bring him to the edge and watch as he releases with a deep, guttural moan. Satisfaction washes over you as his cum fills your mouth, sending a new rush of desire over you. The sweet taste that fogs your senses and judgment is irresistible as you swallow; another wave comes as you squeeze every drop out of him.

You look pleadingly up at him as you lick the taste of him from your lips. You want more. You need to please him; all that is in your head is him. His body, his cock, his seed. You want to be completely consumed by him. You want him to ravage your skin. The thought can cross your mind as you feel him shift under your touch. He reaches down, sliding his hands under your arms and lifting you up off the ground effortlessly, like one would do with a child. As your feet touch the floor, he releases you only to wrap his arms around your body, keeping you upright even as your legs still adjust. He leans you backwards, his strong hand pressing on your lower back so you're flush with his stomach, and his lips capture yours. Adrenaline courses through your body the moment his tongue sweeps through your mouth, leaving more sweetness behind. You feel your heart racing faster. He breathes heavily into your mouth during the kiss, his hands gripping you tightly and possessively.

He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble backwards, but you might as well have done nothing as he drags you to the edge of the couch, roughly turns you around, and bends you over the armrest. One hand presses on your back as if telling you to stay down. The other hand slides down between your legs to cup your clad sex, feeling the wetness seeping through the layers of fabric. You feel a surge of desire and anticipation; you need his touch like you need air. You stay with your face down in the couch cushion and your ass up even as he removes both of his hands.

"Good girl." His low voice praises you as you feel him take hold of the waist of your pants. He pulls them down slowly, feeling the resistance before your ass pops out. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight, and he pushes the pants and underwear down to your ankles. He slaps you hard on your bare skin, leaving it red and tingling, making you yelp. You feel a rush of excitement as he leans in closer, his swollen cock pressed against your crack as he whispers close to your ear. "No time for pleasantries, Mayfly."

In a twisted way, he warned you to brace yourself for what was about to happen next. Quickly, he pulls away from you, and you feel his tip press against your entrance as he lines himself up. One of his long fingered hands grabs hold of your hip as he thrusts forward into your sopping pussy with no mercy. You cry out in pleasure and pain as he fills you. He wastes no time as he pulls back again and thrusts back in with even more force. Your legs tremble at the delicious pain of friction inside you as you still adjust to his girth. Your body arches in response to his relentless pace, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain with every powerful thrust. As his fingers dig into the flesh of our hips, yours dig into the cushion beneath you.

His pace is intense and unyielding, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Every breath escapes you with moans, even as your walls adjust to him. His long, hard strokes send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure bliss. He lets out a few grunts through gritted teeth as your pleasures grow. The aphrodisiac he is constantly leaking makes everything tingle, while your sense of time and self slip away completely. All else disappears; it's just the overwhelming sensation in your cunt that travels up your belly as he rearranges your guts. Every touch and thrust is an exquisite torment that you never want to end.

Wild tremors of lust ripple through your being as Vash releases one of his hands only to grab hold of your hair and pull your head back, making you prop yourself up on your hands, your neck extended as far back as it goes. His blood is on fire while it courses through his veins, carrying the desperation of wanting to fill you up. His other hand, too, glides from your hip, sliding down the slope of your ass onto your back as he rams ferociously into you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he reaches his breaking point. With a groan, he releases himself inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. You feel the warmth spreading inside you, making you moan with pleasure. He keeps thrusting into you, showing no sign of slowing down, even as he makes you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure. Every impact he makes against your cervix pushes some of the hot, creamy liquid out of your body, making it drip over your folds.

He pulls on your hair harder, and the hand on your back wraps around to help you get up. You arch your back, sticking your ass out even as he pulls you close enough to kiss your neck. Vash whispers softly in your ear, "You're mine."

This only makes you ache more, even as the high of your first orgasm still lingers. You slip out one of your feet from the mess of pants to prop your knee on the armrest as Vash's throbbing cock continues to pound into you relentlessly. He has no cooldown period in his current state, continuing to drive you to the brink of pleasure and pain. The hand holding your hair moves down over your lower belly to your aching clit. His fingers brush over it with quick motions, filling the small room with even more wet sounds. The arm around you shifts up so his long fingers can wrap around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. The intense moans of pleasure escape you as choked cries. The next climax chases the last as you tremble in his grip, your fingers digging into the flesh of his right arm. The pleasure is overwhelming, as you barely perceive his own moans.

The satisfaction only lasts until the euphoria fades away, leaving you needing more. He pulls you closer, his cock in you as deep as it will go. He pauses his rutting for a moment, releasing your windpipe, and as you gasp for more air, he sticks the fingers of his other hand into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you taste both of you on them, but mostly the overwhelming sweetness, sending you into a frenzy again.

You put both feet on the ground again, gripping his dick tighter as he sucks on your neck. You feel thick liquid dripping down your thighs. Your head is filled with thoughts of how to get him moving again as your tongue twirls around his fingers. You can't wait for him to come inside you again; that's all that matters. His free hand explores your body, tugging at your top as it passes over the fabric. You moan softly, your body arching in response to his touch, but as he reaches your thighs, he pulls away and out of you.

"This won't do." Vash takes a step to the left. The prosthesis pushes you forward a bit to bend again. "Spread your legs." He commands, and you comply. His fingers run up your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine as he collects the cum leaking from your cunt. Vash fingers smear it on your pussy, pushing some back inside.

"I think you should just fill me up again." you say pleadingly, hands leaning on the armrest of the couch. "Please?"

You feel his wet hand run over your ass cheek before smacking it hard and squeezing it tight. You lick your lips again, missing the sweet taste of him, while your sex longs for him. Your breath is heavy as you wait for his answer.

"Tell me what you want." His voice is quiet but has an edge you don't usually hear. You feel a surge of desire coursing through your body as his lips brush your ear.

"I want you to take me. Use me, please. Do whatever you want; just please fill me with your cum. No, drown me in it. I'm begging you." Your voice gets whinier and weaker as you feel his hand explore your body. "Pin me down and fuck me."

"That's my girl," he growls in your ear before turning you around, ripping your shirt down the middle, and pulling it roughly off. His hands grab your waist, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle. Your lips find his as you cup his face with your hands. The sweetness sweeps you away again, and your tongue explores the cavity of his mouth to find more. Vash carries you to the bedroom to continue having his way with you.

He throws you on the bed and wastes no time before climbing in after you. You look at him, your eyes trailing down his magnificent face and body to the still hard cock swaying between his legs, eager for more. His left hand captures your wrists as he pushes them to the bed above you. Vash's lips crash on yours again in a fiery kiss, causing your body to tingle with desire.

You spread your legs wide as he settles between them. His whole body pins you down, trapping you underneath him as his free hand helps his tip glide along your slick folds, teasing you with his touch before pushing into your depths. The sensation of being filled by him makes you moan in ecstasy against his lips, knowing that he is the only one who can make you feel this way.

His thrusts are shallow at first as he grinds his hip against yours. But soon he picks up the pace, filling you with each powerful thrust, rocking your whole body with each stroke. As the intensity builds, your breath becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slapping of wet skin on skin. You can feel the tension building within you, knowing that you are on the brink of an intense release. With each movement, he drives you closer to the edge, pushing you towards a climax that promises to be explosive. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every fiber of your being. Just when you think you can't take any more, the wave crashes over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shudders with pleasure as you ride out the intense climax. Loud cries escape your lungs as Vash pulls back, releasing your pinned hands to straighten up more.

He doesn't relent for a moment, continuing to pound into you with all the energy meant for turning a whole town into a sinful pleasure paradise. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hand push down on your lower belly, lost in the moment of pure ecstasy. Every touch, every movement sends you deeper into a state of euphoria that you never want to end. Your pussy clamps down around him, and Vash lets out a moan of satisfaction, increasing the speed at which he's ramming into you. It's enough to have him coming into you again, each thrust causing more of his seed to escape your cunt and drip down your crack. You shudder in pleasure as you feel him release, hands gripping the sheets beneath. You arch your back and moan loudly.

Time loses all meaning. It is just pleasure, and one orgasm chasing the other for both of you. It fills you with happiness each time he comes undone inside you. It fills you with a kind of satisfaction your own climax doesn't bring for long. As his releases become more and more frequent, to the point where there is barely any time where he isn't shooting you up, you are in a pleasure induced bliss. You feel like you are floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He has grabbed your hips to raise your lower half up off the bed to slam his dick into your cunt with more urgency than before. His cum, mixed with your own juices, drips down your back, forming a puddle underneath your ass as he continues to thrust deeply and passionately. You moan in pleasure, feeling another climax approach like a freight train. You try your best to roll your hips on his dick as he holds them tight off the bed. Your hands grab your breasts, pinching on the hard nipples. Your body feels exhausted but is fueled by the aphrodisiac still in your system. You crave it like a drug.

Vash grunts in satisfaction as he comes again, and the wave washing over you pushes you over the edge too, your walls contracting around him in a pulsing rhythm so hard while he pulls back that he pops out. You whimper as, instead of slamming back into you, the length of his cock slides over your clit while he cums. You shake as he makes no effort to correct his aim, instead allowing himself to enjoy the rough texture of your lower lips. Each thrust leaves you gasping for breath and covers you with another of his loads. Your stomach and chest are slick with his cum, and some makes its way onto your tongue, making your cunt gush again as you long for him. Your body trembles with pleasure as you eagerly anticipate the next round of passion. You suck on your finger as you taste him on it, and you feel happiness as all the seed meant for populating a town with his offspring is all yours.

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[vashs-turtleneck]

Muted.

✧ Nimble-fingered bonus chapter.

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) Summary: A teasing night on a rickety old couch with your beloved typhoon. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x f!reader Word count: 2.8k Content: smut, pwp, Vash swearing a lot, teasing and possessive Vash, finger sucking, p in v sex, silly little ending. A/N: technically a bonus chapter with some similarities to the first one, but you don't really need to read the first one to get what's happening. also vash's hands continue to give me unholy thoughts :3

18+ ONLY, MDNI!

“Haah… That’s it, mayfly. Just like that. Keep going.” 

His shirt and jacket discarded, tossed somewhere on the floor along with all your clothes. His pants are pulled down to his knees, just enough to give you full access to his cock as his muscular thighs cushion your own, bouncing yourself on his lap, filling yourself over and over again with his throbbing cock. 

Vash shuts his eyes tightly and lets his head fall back against the couch, letting you see the bob of his Adam's apple as he moans and groans out loudly into the room. His angelic noises mix with the sound of the withered couch groaning beneath the two of you, feeling the whole thing shift and creak with your combined weight. 

“F-Fuck, mayfly. So fucking good," he hisses, his palms planted firmly on your hips as he helps you up and down on him, blunt fingernails digging deliciously into your soft flesh, just enough to leave little red marks that you know you’ll be wearing proudly for the coming days.

You lean forward slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. 

“You’re being too loud, love. We’re gonna wake the whole place up if you don’t keep it down.”

With an almost frustrated growl, Vash raises his head and meets your gaze, those baby blues half-lidded and filled with a deep, almost feral lust you don’t often see from the outlaw. He’s hungry tonight, completely starved for you and eager to get his fill of your body, and you’re more than happy to give it to him. 

“Not like I can help it. You’re so– ah! – so fucking tight. You’re killing me here!”

“I just don't want anyone teasing us about this in the morning, or a noise complaint,” you say back softly, trying to soothe the typhoon, but gentle words aren’t enough to stop an oncoming storm. 

Vash puffs out a deep sigh. You’re right of course, he knows that, but you’re making it damn hard to care about the noise he’s making. His eyes fix themselves on you, on your body, wanting to take it all in, wanting to touch every part of you, to see every inch of you. Watching the sway of your hips as you ride his cock, admiring the softness of your thighs, the bounce of your breasts, until those piercing eyes fall back to your face, a mischievous glint hiding behind his stare. Your body is perfect, like it was tailored just for him to explore.

“Then we better find a way to keep my mouth occupied." 

Vash’s hands run up the sides of your body, tracing your curves until he stops at your breasts. With his prosthetic palm, he gently squeezes your breast and rolls his thumb over your nipple. He brings his mouth to your perked little bud, kissing and lavishing his tongue over the tender skin before carefully catching your nipple between his teeth and pulling back lightly, only to dive back in and suck it into his scorching mouth. His other hand falls to the globe of your ass, squeezing your cheek as you bounce yourself on his cock. You feel his hand leave you before you feel a firm slap, making you yelp, gripping tightly and digging his fingers into the plush fat of your butt. He pulls and pushes you down onto his lap, forcing you into a slightly faster rhythm that has your cunt pulsing around him. 

“You are divine, angel. You know that? Makes me want to let the whole inn know that you’re mine," he groans as he parts his lips from your stiffened peak and keeps his eyes fixed on the way your face twists with pleasure. 

"You like it, don't you? Like the idea of everyone knowing who you belong to?" Vash grins at you as he feels you begin to writhe against him and your back arch from the sensation. His hand grasps your breast even tighter, his cold fingers massaging your nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and index finger, twisting ever so slightly and causing your moans to ring out in the room.

"N-No," you whimper weakly, but you feel your own body betraying you.

"Liar," he growls against the shell of your ear. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, mayfly. I know you like it.”

He goes back to focusing on your nipple, and the way his tongue swirls over the tip of your breast has your breath catching, an uncontrollable series of pleasured whimpers escaping you as you fall victim to his loving abuse.

“V-a-ah-sh!”

His lips part from your nipple one more time with a quiet pop, running his tongue along his bottom lip and collecting the excess saliva around his mouth as he chuckles hoarsely at you. 

"You don't know what you're doing to me, sweet thing. When you whimper and moan my name like that, it just makes me want you even more," the outlaw purrs before he slaps your ass again, forcing out a groan out from deep in your lungs, your nails digging into the strong muscles of his broad chest.

“Look who’s the loud one now,” Vash teases, a wolfish grin splitting his face, clearly pleased with himself for making you lose control of your own voice. “Thought you were worried about someone hearing us?”

“It’s your fault,” you whine out with a pout, frankly a bit embarrassed that he can make you lose yourself so easily. 

“Hm,” he hums, that mischievous glint in his eyes ever present. “We better keep your mouth occupied too then.”

Before he can even give you a chance to respond, the fingers of his warm and calloused hand are already tracing your lips, kindly warning you before he shoves his two long middle and ring fingers into the warm channel of your mouth.

“Suck." His voice is so soft, yet his command is firm and clear.

Without pause, your tongue swirls around the long digits, hollowing your cheeks and inviting them in with your soft lips, rewarding you with moans from the humanoid typhoon. You can’t stop yourself from whimpering and moaning still, completely drowning in the pleasure of having both your mouth and pussy filled with nothing but him. His attempt at keeping you quiet is backfiring. 

“You’re still so loud. Having a hard time controlling yourself, mayfly? You're so cute," he coos, and you don’t miss the teasing tone behind his soft tone. “It's such a shame, really. You know I love hearing you, but I can't say I don't also love putting that little mouth of yours to good use.”

Vash leans himself back slightly, just enough to give him a full view of your cunt engulfing his cock over and over. He can see all of you, feel all of you– the way your pussy drools down his shaft and coats his thighs and balls with your mixed juices, the pretty white ring of cream you're leaving at the base of his dick, the subtle twitch of your hips as your core clenches around him. Then his eyes travel up to your chest, shamelessly watching your tits bounce with every little movement of your hips. His eyes don’t leave your breasts as he bucks up into you, pushing his cock so deep into you that you swear you feel the tip press a hot kiss to your cervix. The feeling makes you yelp in a mix of pleasure and surprise, jolting your body and making your breasts jiggle even more in front of his prying eyes. 

“Fuck. Look at you. Taking me all the way in. Good girl," Vash praises and smiles in a sort of reverence and satisfaction. “So beautiful, mayfly. So fucking perfect for me, just for me.”

His prosthetic leaves your breast, trailing down to the apex of your sex and rolling his thumb over your clit. The feeling sends a shiver up your spine, mewling desperately against the fingers in your mouth. Those long digits glide in and out, following the rhythm of your hips, teasingly pressing against your tongue and muffling the sounds of your sweet cries.

"That's my girl," Vash says quietly and shakily, his lips sliding along your jawline and peppering your face with tender kisses, his fingers massaging and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. His own hips start bucking against you, pushing his cock deeper inside you with each thrust. His tongue moves to your neck now, his teeth biting into it softly as he feels you moan out more. Your hips start to stutter against his, losing your rhythm under his merciless onslaught of pleasure.

“Ah ah ah, don’t get too distracted now, angel. Be a good girl and keep riding me,” he whispers against the column of your throat, chastising you and praising you all at the same time. “Focus, love. You've got this.”

Your hands clench against his chest, desperately trying to keep it together despite everything he’s doing to make you fall apart. You squeeze your eyes closed, willing every part of yourself into being good for him, steadying your hips and falling back into that euphoric rhythm that has you seeing white behind your eyelids. He’s being so good to you, after all. You want to be good for him, too. 

“That’s it. Fuck– yeah, that’s it. So damn good for me.”

He pulls his head back, keeping his eyes focused on his lap again, watching how your pussy sucks him back in every time you pull away.

“Squeezing me so damn tight. You’re so close, I can feel it,” he growls, and with one more gentle glide of his fingers over your tongue, he pops them out of your mouth, letting his hand fall to the plush of your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze. “Why don’t you let the whole inn know who’s making you feel so good, sweetheart?”

He’s right, of course. You’re not going to last much longer, and you can feel the heat rising to your face at his request. Such a dirty request from such a sweet man, but you’re in no position to deny him. 

“Vash…” you say in muted tones, and as soon as his name leaves your lips, you know that’s not what he wanted, a disapproving “tsk” leaving his lips as he clicks his tongue. 

“Louder. Who do you belong to?” he asks you again, carefully pinching your clit and making his desires loud and clear– he won’t let you off the hook that easily. 

“Vash,” you say again, a bit louder this time.

“Look at me," he breathes out, his scorching breath ghosting over your already burning skin. 

Your eyes flutter open, and at first, you can barely focus on him, your mind hazy from your oncoming orgasm. Those piercing sapphire eyes don’t so much as flicker from yours, regarding you fully and filled with nothing short of complete reverence, flooded with a primal, uncontrollable desire and an all-encompassing love for you – raging, yet serene. 

So this is what it feels like to be in the eye of the storm. 

“One more time, angel. Nice n’ loud. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

His face is close enough to yours that you can feel his lips brushing against your own with every word he speaks, his fingers pressing firmly and circling your clit, turning you into a trembling mess on his own lap. 

“Vash!”

You cry out in your euphoric haze, letting yourself fall into the raging waves of ecstasy wrecking your body. Your core clenches down on Vash’s cock in your climax, your body begging for him to give you everything he has, just as you give yourself to him. 

“Y-Yeah– like that. Just like that, angel.”

He moans out in tandem with you, easing the pressure of his fingers against your sensitive bud and guiding you through your orgasm.

“A-Aah feels so good. S-Shit– I-I can’t– ’m coming!”

And with a sweet, broken cry of your name leaving his lips and echoing off the thin walls – a declaration to the heavens themselves of his love for you – his own hips stall, a delicious heat running down his spine as he spills himself completely into you, painting your insides white with his hot cum and leaving you feeling more full than you thought possible. He exhales a shuddering breath and eases the tight grip on your body, letting you slump down against him.

“I love you. I love you so much," Vash says breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you to his chest, letting his face fall to your shoulder and resting his head against yours before peppering the side of your face with soft kisses. “You’re so good. Always so perfect for me, baby. I love you.”

You hum wistfully as he showers you with his tender affections, his touch so delicate and careful that it’s almost hard to believe this is the same man who was mercilessly teasing you and lovingly rearranging your guts mere moments ago.

“You okay, mayfly?”

You nod. “I’m okay, love,” you say back, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, thighs still trembling against his own and shaky breaths mixing with his.

“Do you wanna keep going? Or do you need a minute? I can get you some water.” His flesh and bone hand comes up to cradle your face, tilting your head so he can kiss along your face the way he wants to. He’s barely recovered himself, and here he is concerning himself with your well-being. 

“I can– I want to keep going,” you reply, leaning your head into the palm of his warm hand.

“So eager, mayfly,” Vash chuckles against your cheek. “Good, ‘cause I’m not quite done with you yet,” he mutters hoarsely as his kisses turn more passionate again, his mouth focusing on the side of your neck, those sharp teeth gently nipping at your skin. “What do you say I get you off my lap and I bend you over this couch, huh baby?”

He already has you moaning again. He knows your body better than he knows his own, and he knows exactly what buttons to press to get you squirming on his lap again. Your response is a subtle roll of your hips, angling yourself so you can sink down onto him completely, and you can feel the groan he lets out vibrating in his chest. He may know your buttons, but you know his too. 

He pulls back from your neck, sapphire eyes drinking in the delicious sight of you. His lips part, but before he can speak, the sound of your heavy breaths is suddenly accompanied by a startling snap.

*Crack*

“Heh?” His eyes widen in confusion, your bodies stilling for a moment before you hear it again.

*Crack*

The surface beneath the two of you suddenly gives out, Vash’s hands instinctively wrapping around you and cradling the back of your head as you both fall back into the broken couch, its wooden supports having snapped under all the pressure. 

“WHAAGH– Eek! Ouch ouch ouch!” Vash whines from beneath you as he absorbs most of the fall.

“Oh god, are you okay? Are you hurt!?” you exclaim, cupping his face in your palms, your eyes darting between him and the wreckage surrounding you both now. 

No way that just happened.

“Ehh… I’ll be fine. My butt might be a little sore later though,” he groans, trying to sit up slightly. “You're not hurt, are you?”

“No, not at all. I'm fine. I had a big strong plant man to keep me safe.”

“What a relief," he sighs.

You two are awkwardly positioned now, Vash somewhat stuck in the wreckage of the broken couch as he keeps you safely planted on his lap, and you can feel his dick still twitching inside you.

“Hold on. Let me get off you. I'll help you up,” you say as you try to pry yourself off him. You try to find a surface to grab and pull yourself off of him, being careful with the bits of old, broken wood surrounding the both of you.

Yeah, this is gonna cost a pretty penny. That paired with how you just cried out his name so loud that it absolutely carried through the thin walls of the inn has you flushing a deep red. There’ll be no hiding what the two of you were doing when you have to tell reception about their broken couch. 

“Mayfly..?” Vash mutters, his big blue eyes looking up at you with a sheepish look on his face, his lower lip wobbling and sticking out in an adorable little pout. 

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

He has tears forming in the corners of his eyes, cheeks flushed in… embarrassment?

“I think… I think there’s a splinter in my ass.”

a/n: picturing Vash with a little bandaid on his butt. Also guess Vash and couches don’t mix well (sorry)

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[fairy-writes]

COUNTING TIME

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Fandom(s): Trigun Stampede

Pairing(s): Vash the Stampede x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Plant!Reader, Pre-Beginning of Tristamp Ep 1

Notes: I have no idea how old Vash is at the start of Tristamp. So I’m making stuff up.

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The first thing you remembered was sand. 

When you opened your eyes, you were face down in the sand. With a cough and a sputter, you pushed yourself up with unsteady arms until you could see exactly where you were. 

Nothing but sand as far as the eye could see. Dunes and hills of desert in the freezing night sky. The dunes are lit with the light of at least five moons, and when you look up to the sky, you gasp. 

Ships streak the sky in fiery comets and plunge toward the sand with the fury of a god striking down a foe. You could feel your sisters dying, the fellow Plants onboard the many ships being crushed in the debris as the vessel carrying them crashed into the desolate planet you were trapped on. 

Where were you? 

What was happening? 

You never did get an answer. 

And it was many years later that you met someone like you. Not immediately, of course. Not for roughly one hundred years. Part of you lost track of how long you were on No Man’s Land, but there was the dark, obsessive part of you that kept track of every second you were alone.

Of course, you weren’t always alone. 

No.

Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne found you sixty-three years, four months, twelve days, fifty-two minutes, and four seconds into your solitude. They took you in on their little farm. As a young couple of twenty-three and twenty-six years old, respectively, they welcomed you with open arms. Sure, they put you to work generating power for their town, but it was worth it.

Because you had a home. 

The sound of your name being called roused you from your dozing. 

You were sat in your floral upholstery armchair by the window in Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne's spare bedroom. You could technically call it your room. But you supposed old habits died hard. 

Your name was called again, and you got up, stretching your arms above your head. 

“Coming!” You called down the stairs and quickly laced up your boots so as not to get slivers on the old wooden staircase. 

The Hawthornes had just begun to build their little raggedy home when they found you. Now, forty-seven years, eleven months, twenty days, twelve minutes, and fifty-four seconds later, it was getting run down. Sure, you had tried repairing it, but that didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things—especially on No Man’s Land. 

The first stair and the second to last stair creak horribly as you put your weight on them, alerting whoever was downstairs to your presence. 

You open your mouth to speak to Mrs. Hawthorne when you see someone unfamiliar. 

He’s tall. With floppy blond hair and the bluest eyes you have ever seen on this godforsaken planet. He’s dressed primarily in black, with a deep red coat over top. His left arm is a bit peculiar—a prosthetic of something you haven’t seen for over one hundred years. 

Something from the ships of Project SEEDS.

You barely stop yourself from blurting something out about his arm. But you can tell he knows you were caught up on it. There’s a certain tightness around his eyes hidden behind those orange glasses of his. But his smile is genuine enough, so you just grin and stick out a hand, offering your name as you do so. 

“Vash here is going to be staying for a few days. We owe him a favor.” Mr. Hawthorne says, and you just nod your head politely. What sort of favor? You had been with the Hawthornes almost their entire marriage!

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Vash says kindly.

“Likewise.” You chirp, and his smile warms. 

Vash ends up staying a lot longer than a few days. 

But you don’t find yourself minding one bit. 

He’s friendly, maybe a bit overly so, and a bit of a pushover when it comes to Mr. Hawthorne asking for help around the farm, but you find yourself liking him more and more. He’s funny, even when not trying to be, and something about him screams to your long-forgotten memories. 

You find out why three months, one day, thirteen minutes, and seven seconds after he shows up.

It’s early in the morning. And you’re sitting out on the front porch of the dilapidated cabin when Vash finds you. You jolt when the screen door opens but relax when he steps out. 

“Mind if I sit?” He asks, and you shake your head, gesturing for him to take a seat. 

“Not at all. It’s not like I’m taking up much space.” You say and he sighs in relief after sitting on the porch swing. You uncross your legs and use one leg to push you slowly back and forth. 

It’s a comfortable sort of silence. One between two comrades even though you were both more acquaintances rather than friends. 

Until Vash spoke. 

“How long have you been here? With the Hawthornes, I mean.” At this, you freeze, and your brain goes blank. You very well couldn’t tell him who you were. What you were. That would get you captured and put in a test tube. 

And you didn’t want that.

You couldn’t have that. 

So you open your mouth to lie when Mrs. Hawthorne bursts out of the house in search of you. 

“There’s something wrong at the Plant facility. We must go now.” She gasps, and you’re on your feet and down the road before anyone can catch you. 

The Plant facility is one of the cleaner buildings in town. The guards let you pass easily because you have been here a million times helping. 

Helping the town stay alive. 

Helping your sisters survive. 

Almost immediately, you’re bathed in a red glow. 

Screaming fills your ears, though no one else can hear it. 

Something has gone horribly wrong.

Your quick step hastens to a sprint until you burst through the main doors to where the Plants are in agony. Scientists flit past the nobs and switches, trying in vain to get things under control. 

But you don’t care about them. 

Your run carries you to the front of the globe where one of the Plants is outstretched, mouth open in agony, and it’s evident to anyone looking that she’s in terrible pain. 

“What did you do?!” You shout, and you can tell from behind you that Vash flinches at the sudden noise. It isn’t often that you yell or scream; in fact, the last time you did it was a meltdown just like this. 

The lead tech doesn’t answer, not until you grab his shoulder and spin him around. He backhands you across the face, and you go tumbling to the floor. Instantly, Vash is at your side and asking if you’re okay. 

But you aren’t.

Not with your sister in such horrible pain. 

“Get away! Get away, you’re hurting her!” You cry out, spitting a glob of blood out from the tech’s slap. You go to grab him again, but he turns with a snarl. 

“You need to back away. The Plant is just being dramatic. We need more power!” He growls back, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. 

You stand, taking a wobbly step toward where the Plant is still reaching for you. Or maybe she’s reaching for Vash. You aren’t sure. 

With shaky hands, you place them on the globe and lean your forehead against it. You feel something deep within you awaken, and there’s a tingling from your scalp down to the tips of your toes. 

A voice speaks behind you, pleading, begging even. But you can’t hear it over the utter pain that washes over you. You nearly stumble backward, but your commitment to helping your sister is more significant than what you can withstand pain-wise. 

Eventually, the light fades to blue, and you fall back with a gasp. Arms wrap around your waist, and you sag to the floor in Vash’s grasp. He’s awestruck, but you have more important things to worry about. 

Because you just revealed your secret to all the Plant technicians in the building. As you look through hazy vision, you realize that the markings that always appear when you touch a Plant are still visible. And when you look up, you realize that Vash has those same markings. 

But that could only mean….

“You’re like me.” You whisper before sinking deep into unconsciousness.

[novasintheroom]

047. Sky

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.5k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: You take your chance to look at Vash while he sleeps.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

He’s beautiful in just the right way.

It’s easy to get lost in staring. The heat of Vash’s body next to yours, campfire cooling and leaving a burnished glow over his skin. Starlight reflects in the little glowing freckles on his cheeks. His glasses are askew atop his head, and he lets out the barest of snores.

You reach up and take the glasses off. Tuck them into his inner jacket pocket, after a moment of trying to find the opening under sleeping bags. Vash’s head lolls closer to you, and you feel his breath on your cheek. Your hand reaches up again and rubs the mole by his eye. He really is stunning. Beauty mark and everything. “So unfair,” you whisper. 

Vash’s lips twitch. You wonder if he’ll start sleep-talking soon. He does, sometimes. Not as often as you, but still. Gently, you glide your fingertips over his face, his skin, that mole again. Just enough to elicit a small sigh. You smile. Even in sleep, this is his favorite thing. 

The day had been long. Trekking across deserts under two brutal suns never gets easier. Your muscles ache, and you should go to bed, too. But…you want to look at him. Without his knowing, without his blush of shyness and turning away at your gaze. He’s graceful in sleep. Perhaps not relaxed, not fully, but the mask slips just a bit into something calmer. 

“Pretty boy,” you whisper. Your lips find his. You peck him once, twice. “My birdie.”

For the briefest of moments, you feel his lips press back. You lean back an inch, glancing over his features. They’re oddly…tense. Like he’s awake. 

You stare. Stare. Then, a peak of sky blue from his left eye before it shuts again.

“You faker,” you laugh. 

Vash’s sudden grin is unrepentant. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck. “You woke me up with your kisses.” He says. And his voice does sound small and tired. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Your hand finds his undercut and you scratch it gently. 

Vash only hums, accepting and forgiving even before you utter your apology. “You need to sleep,” he yawns into your shoulder. “Stop staring at me like a creep.” He smiles when you gently slap his neck. “What? You are.”

“And how many times do you do it? You’re just as creepy.” You giggle when he grumbles and pokes your side.

“At least I don’t wake you up when I do.” Vash's words are slurring already. He’s falling back to sleep. “Gotta…you gotta be sneakier about it.”

You snort. “I’ll take notes, yeah?”

Vash nods his head, another yawn overtaking him. “Yeah…Yeah I…I’ve got some…good ones…” And then he’s snoring again, and you’re left with a pent up laugh.

Once it’s gone, you sigh out of your nose. Alright, alright. Enough playing. Deeper you burrow into your sleeping bag, pressing your forehead to Vash’s chest. The firelight is all but gone now, and you can feel the chill of the desert on your cheeks. In the quiet, you think about the Plant you’re traveling to, the books you carry, until your thoughts turn fuzzy and discordant.

You fall asleep under a million stars and with Vash’s arm around you.

A/N:

Just something small rn; still recovering from that last arc lol took a lot out of me oTL Chapter posted: 4 May 2025

[the-and-sign-anon]

The Third Independent: 2

Word Count: 2,618

Series Masterlist

Five Years Post-Fall

Two years passed in a flash. You grew quite attached to Luida, shadowing her most days in your first year, to the confusion of many of the citizens of Ship Three. More often than not, you would visit the Plants after sunset, then drift off to sleep on the floor with Vash on your bed. You never thought to mention how he’d often flop over in the night, one hand falling to dangle off the bed and rest on your nest. 

Brad would teach you what he knew about mechanics, which took weeks of convincing from Luida and Vash. You picked it up fairly quickly though, and it didn’t take long before he was happy to teach you new techniques and even let you handle a few projects yourself. 

You found yourself happy to live on Ship Three. It got a bit lonely when Vash would go on trips with Brad, but you would take those opportunities to visit the Worms again. You’d run off towards the sands, barefoot and grinning like mad, before disappearing into the dunes and lifting up in a cloud of Worms. Luida would occasionally spare a moment to check on you, feeling her heart nearly bursting with joy at seeing you so happy. 

When she gifted Vash his red coat, she visited your room next to give you a gift of your own. It was a lovely coat as well, an almost mesmerizing shade of green that reminded you of your beloved Worm companions. You couldn’t begin to guess where she could have gotten something like this, but you gripped it tight and thanked her profusely regardless before sitting in your room to admire it for an hour.

You were just heading for Vash’s room to show him your coat when he burst out and ran past you. 

“Vash?”

“I have to go. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“You don’t intend to come back… do you?”

He spared you a deeply pained look that rooted you to the spot. You were as spirited as they came and no one could ever seem to keep you still for long. Vash was the exception.

“I’m leaving a note. It’ll explain things.”

“What am I supposed to do…?”

He lunged forward to give you a crushing hug. 

“You’ll be fine. Look after them for me?”

You nodded into his shoulder and watched him go, your new coat dangling from your hand. What could have gone so wrong?

You couldn’t just stand there, so you deferred to what you always did. You ran through the halls to the front doors and launched yourself into the sands. Your coat fell to the ground just past the doors as the Worms swept up around you and fluttered excitedly. They always seemed happy to see their old companion again. 

Luida felt a jolt of fear when she found Vash’s room empty, followed by yours. Brad tried to be the optimistic one for once, suggesting you might have gone for a walk together or visited the Plant room. That hope was quickly squashed by a more thorough check of the rooms, which turned up Vash’s letter. Brad promised to search the entirety of Home for you while Luida set off to bring Vash back. 

Luida stopped at the doors when she saw your coat, slowly picking it up and shaking off the sand. She looked around at the dunes, then darted towards a swarm of Worms. She knew this probably made her look crazy, and she felt a little crazy, but she had to try. 

“Worms! I need to find Y/N! Where did they go?!”

The Worms simply kept buzzing around. 

“Please! If you can understand me at all… I need to find them.”

A few more moments. Then one Worm broke off from the swarm and landed on her shoulder. 

“They’re with your kind, aren’t they?”

The Worm hovered in front of her, then flew towards another dune. She took off to follow it, scrambling through the loose sands until she heard your voice. Vash had mentioned a song you sang, but she’d never heard it herself. From what he could describe, it always seemed to come from within you. Brad just brushed it off as a Plant thing and figured the humans would never hear it. 

Now though…

Your voice was soft, barely rising over the winds. Luida had never heard a tune quite like it before. It felt like a privilege to hear it, as if humans weren’t worthy of such a deep, hallowed song. She took care in her approach, trudging through the sands and quietly making her presence known. 

Your song stopped when she sat down beside you. Your shoulders were shaking and more than a dozen little Worms were settled on your limbs as if to comfort you. 

“He… he left. He said we Independents need to stick together.”

Luida put a hand on your shoulder. 

“We’re going to get him back. Do you think you can help me find him? Then we’ll bring him home and figure this all out together.”

You nodded firmly, drying your tears and following Luida to the toma stable. You each saddled one and took off. Your pull to Vash led the way across the dunes. Worms seemed to follow as well, creating trails of light as you rode.

It was intimidating to find the city of JuLai. While you’d grown accustomed to the people of Home, this was humanity on a much larger scale. You wrapped yourself tight in your coat and kept your head low as you approached the Plant facility. There were screams. Like you’d never heard before. 

Or… perhaps you had.

“Luida…”

You stopped and clutched your head, the screams of dozens of Plants echoing in your mind.

Luida pulled to a stop beside you and leaned over to place her hands atop yours.

“Y/N, what’s happening?”

You whimpered and shut your eyes tight. 

“They’re dying… the Plants are dying…”

The moment it stopped, your head shot up and you glared straight ahead.

“They killed them.”

You pushed forward with Luida close behind. Your toma stuttered to a stop as you leapt off it and sprinted into the facility. Luida ran to join you as Vash came into view. 

“Vash!”

He whirled around to look at you and Luida. A boy nearly identical to him stood on the catwalk, along with a man you didn’t know. There were bodies strewn about and the walls had grown dark. The Plants had died here. 

“Luida?!”

You stepped closer as the man recognized your caretaker. Vash held a gun that the other boy was pushing into his hands. 

“Vash… what’s going on?”

“Who is this?”

The strange boy turned his glare on you, then his eyes softened. Your lines flashed for a second and his did the same. 

“A third Independent.”

You both drew back as you spoke in unison. You didn’t like this. This boy… the blood splattered across his skin and clothes…

“Vash, we need to go Home. I don’t like this place…”

“We’re here to get you back, Vash.”

Luida rested her hand on your shoulder again and the boy’s expression twisted into a disgusted glare. 

“Ah. A perfect opportunity.” Vash looked terrified as the boy came closer still. “Let her be the first casualty in our crusade, brother. Show me what you can do.”

Your eyes were fixed on Vash. Your inner song echoed in his head as he thought of all his brother had already done; what he had yet to do. All he wanted in that moment was to sink into your song and disappear.

“What’s wrong? Do it already, Vash.”

“Vash…”

You nudged Luida back, keeping her safely tucked behind you. Nai wouldn’t have recognized it, but a fire lit in your eyes as Vash stared in horror at the gun in his hands. 

Nai scoffed and grabbed the weapon. 

“All this time and you’re still useless without me.”

He raised the gun to aim it at Luida. Your family. Your home.

“Stop.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. With a horrifying symphony of cracking bones and popping joints, your figure grew. You stood in a new, monstrous form, nearly eight feet tall and covered in snowy white feathers. For the first time since she’d known you, Luida remembered how much further from human you were than Vash.

Your hands had extended, forming razor sharp claws that itched to tear into Vash’s brother. Your eyes were narrowed into a glare as you took a firm step forward. You wouldn’t let him hurt her. Not like he’d hurt those men behind him. 

“Incredible. Vash… you truly found another of our kin.”

“We are not like you. Step back.”

You dropped to stand on all fours, your feathers ruffling as two sets of wings tucked into your sides. 

“You’re exactly like me, Independent. We can cleanse this world together and free our fellow Plants from these disgusting humans. They can never hurt us again!”

You growled; a low, guttural sound that set off alarm bells in Luida’s head even knowing you were only protecting her. 

Nai’s hands grew into blades, prepared to fight even his own kind to get his brother on his side. Just before he could lunge at you, Vash tackled him from behind. The twins struggled on the catwalk, the gun sliding away, before Nai planted his foot on Vash’s chest and kicked him away. 

Vash hit the railing and slumped down. You wasted no time in leaping at Nai. He evaded you, but it wasn’t as easy as it usually was. He’d never had to fight another Independent before, let alone one in such a beastly state. You swiped at him left and right, your claws catching on his blades. 

“I won’t let you hurt them!”

“And I can’t let them hurt Plants! Look at what they’ve already done!”

You swung at him again and nearly caught him, but he dropped back and snatched up the gun again, pointing it straight at your head. 

With heaving breaths from your panic, you stopped. Brad had shown you before what a gun could do. 

“Nai… stop, please…”

Vash struggled to his feet. As terrifying as the Big Fall had been, his time as a prisoner on Ship Three, the bodies at the crash site; he’d never been more afraid than watching you stare down the barrel of a gun wielded by his brother. 

“Nai, please.”

He couldn’t describe the feeling that came over him. With a start, he looked down at his left arm. There was a swirling dark space forming. 

“-Is this me?!”

You dug your nails into the metal floor, trying to keep from being sucked in as the man with Nai grabbed hold of the railing to avoid the same fate. The bodies of the people Nai had killed were sucked off the floor and straight into the black hole as Vash’s eyes filled with fear.

“What is this?! A Gate?!”

You tried to call out to Vash, to calm him and help him stop whatever was happening, but Nai moved first. He let the vortex suck him in close to his brother before swinging with one blade and slicing his brother’s arm clean off. The black hole pulled the severed arm in on itself and disappeared, leaving the facility in eerie silence. You got back to your feet and moved toward Vash, quickly trying to pull him away and shield him from his brother. 

“Stay away from him!”

“He’s my brother, you can’t take him from me!!”

You growled again and wrapped your wings around the injured Plant. Luida came to his side and tried to stop the bleeding.

“I won’t let you hurt him any further. Stay away.”

Nai desperately moved his head to catch a glimpse of his brother between the feathers protecting him. Vash’s eyes were filled with pain and fear and tears. Nai pulled back and got to his feet as the man approached him. 

“Fine. I can be patient. In a century or so, I’ll have built a world of Plants. And when I do… then you’ll understand. Both of you.”

He swept out of the facility with the man following close behind as Luida ripped up Vash’s cloak and tied it around his injured arm. You felt your feathers shed, falling to the floor around you as you shrank back down to your natural height. 

None of you spoke more than necessary as you helped Vash out to the tomas. Luida settled on one and you held Vash in place on the other. Despite his grief, it occurred to him that you held him so much more easily than he’d ever held you. 

When your battered trio returned to Home, Brad was waiting for you. You cleaned up the tomas and settled them in their stables while the adults helped Vash to the medical bay. By the time you joined them, Vash was fast asleep. You slipped back to your room, grabbed the blankets and pillows available to you, and nested on the floor just beside his cot. 

In the morning, Luida pulled you aside to talk. 

“I know there’s a lot I don’t know about Plants, and especially Independents…”

You didn’t want to try to finish her sentence. You just kept your eyes down as you fiddled with the collar of your oversized coat. 

“Y/N, what was that? At that Plant facility… you changed. Can you… do that at any time?”

You shrugged. 

“I can’t remember… but I think I’ve done it before. Maybe. It didn’t feel like something new.”

“Did… did it hurt?”

You shook your head. 

“No, it felt… I don’t know. Like I was just acting without thinking. Like instinct I guess. I just didn’t want you or Vash to get hurt.” You sighed disappointedly and curled in on yourself. “Lot of good that did.”

Luida pulled you into her arms. Even after two years, you didn’t often touch anyone. Vash was the most common one, with occasional hugs and tugging each other by the hand to look at something. Luida had only hugged you once or twice before, otherwise limiting herself to short touches on your shoulder to avoid discomfort. 

This hug felt like home. Like safety and peace. 

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t.”

You buried your face in her shoulder and took deep breaths to stay focused. Vash would be okay. He was alive and back home. Luida was safe and unharmed. That was all you could hope for right now. 

You went to visit Vash together. He was healing quickly, as Independents tended to do. Brad reasoned he could get working on a prosthetic for him in a few weeks if he kept going at the same pace. That offered Vash some small comfort it seemed. 

For the following several months, you rarely left his side. Vash healed from his wounds. Brad (with some help from you) built him a prosthetic arm and helped him learn to use it. You took him out on small excursions to check on surrounding Plants and interact with the Worms. He never asked about the strange form you took that fateful day, but you knew he was curious. You knew Vash himself and even Nai had never taken a form like that. 

You wanted to offer him answers, and you would when you had some to give. But that would require understanding where you came from. What ship you’d been on, who must have raised you before the Fall. What exactly happened to them when everything came crashing down. 

That wasn’t a door you were ready to open just yet.

[drunkenlionwrites]

Bootlaces and Bad Ideas

Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader

Summary: after being driven out of one more town, you are hell-bent on making Vash smile, getting shit-faced on whisky in the process and make a public love declaration

Content: fluff, a hint of angst, alcohol consumption, established relationship, reader is not described, but is shorter than Vash and being called "girl once", reader is a rabid racoon, reader also almost doxes Vash Word Count: 1.9k

The wind still carries dust from the last town, fine grains clinging to your boots and the hem of your coat as you and Vash make your way through what seems to be the main street of the next settlement. It’s smaller than the last one. Quiet. Dry. Half-asleep in the dropping heat of the late afternoon. You cast a glance at Vash, walking beside you with that slow, heavy gait - like he’s trying to move casually, like he’s not still weighed down by the last town’s betrayal. He saved them. Again. Put himself between a whole village and a corrupt mayor with greedy hands, stopped the backroom deal that would’ve sold their only working plant. And what did he get in return?

Recognition. And not a good kind.

His name shouted by someone in panic. Guns raised. People you’d just seen smiling now holding him at gunpoint. You got out, barely. Another escape, another scorched trail behind you.

He hasn’t said much since.

He’s trying. You can see it in the small things - the way he gives you that casual smile when your eyes meet, how he lets you ramble to fill the silence, how he still takes and carries your pack even though he’s clearly been grazed in the skirmish. But his heart’s definitely frayed at the edges from all that, no matter how often the same scenario repeats itself. And you don’t know how to fix it.

You’re walking down the main street when you feel a tug at your sleeve.

“Wait,” Vash says, crouching suddenly.

You pause, startled, until you realize-

Your shoelace.

He’s tying it.

Carefully. Neatly. Nimble fingers working on your boot, then he pats it gently and looks up at you with a tiny smile, like it’s nothing. Well, it is nothing, but right now? For you? It’s not.

This man - this man, who the world keeps kicking, keeps punishing for kindness - stopping in the middle of a sunbaked street with two heavy bags on his shoulders to tie your stupid, worn-out boot like you’re the most important person alive.

And you melt.

Like fully melt. Legs weak, heart shattered, throat tight with something that almost hurts.

How is this world so cruel to someone like him? You want to scream it into the sky. You want to return back to that god forgotten middle-of-nowhere town and punch each stupid cruel person, who raised their gun at Vash after he showed them nothing but kindness, risking his own health for their stupid fucking plant.

Instead, you breathe out, help him up, link your arm through his, and say, “Let’s find a bar. I think I owe you a drink.” The bar is dim and a little too warm, but it's full of noise, and people, and blessed normalcy. You slide into a booth with Vash and order something strong - just one, you tell yourself. Just enough to warm the blood and shake the road off your bones.

But the tiredness catches up to you faster than you expect. And the alcohol does hit quicker. Suddenly, everything’s glowing, and Vash is sitting across from you, all pale skin and soft eyes and messy, windswept hair, and it all just bursts out of you. “Okay,” you say, pointing your finger at him like you’re about to deliver a profound truth. “Okay. Listen.”

He tilts his head. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my boyfriend.”

He nods slowly, amused. “I am.”

You giggle, then cover your face for a second. You feel hot. Your cheeks feel on fire. “God. That’s crazy. Like, my boyfriend. You’re - you’re Vash.”

He leans forward, folding his arms on the table. “Last I checked, yeah.”

“You’re tall,” you say, like that alone is a feat. “Like really tall. So rude of you, actually.” He chuckles a bit, shoulders shaking. “Sorry about that. I’d try to be shorter if I knew I’d have to date a pipsqueak,” he says, words lacking any malice.

“And you’re so pretty,” you go on, completely undeterred. “Like—obscenely pretty. Unfairly. And your eyes? Are you kidding me? They should be illegal. Arrest this man.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he mutters, but you just find his hands on the table and place yours on them, squeezing his fingers.  “You’re kind. And gentle. And funny in a way that sneaks up on you. And you care so damn much it makes me want to punch a wall sometimes.”

He goes red, the way he always does when you’re too honest. “You’re just drunk- ” “No. No. I mean it. I meant it sober when I told you first, I mean it now, I’ll mean it tomorrow and next week and forever probably. You’re the love of my life, Vash.”

He looks like you just ripped the air out of his lungs. His lips part like he’s going to say something, then closes them again.

You nudge his foot under the table. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re perfect and I’m allowed to be in love with you.”

He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

You narrow your eyes. “Wanna bet?” The music picks up without warning—something fast and chaotic, full of clapping and quick guitar strums, the kind of tune that makes the tired workers forget about the day fully filled with labor gather near the center of the saloon. People are stomping in rhythm, spinning, laughing. The whole room feels like it’s vibrating with joy.

And Vash?

He’s smiling. A little. Watching the dance with that faraway look, like it’s something meant for other people.

You’re not having that.

You set your glass down a little too hard and reach across the table, grabbing his hand before he can protest. “Dance with me.”

He blinks. “I don’t…wait, now?”

You’re already pulling him up, dragging him toward the center where the music is loudest, bootheels scuffing across worn wooden floorboards. “Yes, now. Come on, pretty boy.”

You plant your hands on his shoulders, eyes bright, and start bouncing in rhythm. “Just follow me!”

“You’re drunk,” he says, grinning helplessly as he tries to keep up.

You only laugh at that. “And you’re not drunk enough. Let’s just have fun!”

The two of you find a rhythm after that - stumbling, chaotic, completely unsynchronized - but it doesn’t matter. You’re laughing, breathless, dodging other dancers as you swirl around the floor. Vash keeps one hand pressed to your waist, the other tangled in yours, always steadying you even as your feet nearly trip over themselves. Vash holds your hand steadily, twirls you in a way that definitely isn’t part of any real dance, and dips you dramatically mid-beat. You squeal, clinging to him as the patrons of bar who saw you hoot and holler.

“Show-off!” you gasp.

“I’m having fun. Isn’t it what you wanted?” he grins, flushed and breathless. And it’s all exactly what you wanted from this evening: Vash happy, dancing, even if just to appease you, but he’s here and you’re in his arms and you - you suddenly feel even more drunk from the slightly warm piss-poor whisky, fast-paced dance and the way your boyfriend’s pretty eyes now glance at you with mirth in them. And suddenly you have a very important announcement to make.

“Thank you,” you whisper, swaying just slightly with the beat. “For letting me drag you into stupid things like this.”

Then you slip out of his grasp and go straight for the bar and after barman pours you a glass of whisky, you down it in one gulp and climb onto the nearest free barstool, and with absolutely no hesitation, shout:

“HEY EVERYONE!”

The bar quiets, and Vash goes rigid across the room like he feels like whatever is about to happen is going to end his life. You feel like you shouldn’t be doing this, but the rational part of you is completely silent at that moment.

So you grin, hands cupped around your mouth “THIS GUY RIGHT HERE - ” you point dramatically at Vash - “IS MY BOYFRIEND!”

Someone whistles.

“HE’S TALL! HE’S PRETTY! HE’S KIND! AND GUESS WHAT ELSE - HE’S VASH THE STAMPEDE!”

A moment of silence.

And then - laughter. Not cruel, not disbelieving in a mean way. Just amused. A few people raise their glasses and shout back things like:

“Sure he is, sweetheart!”

“Better hope the real one doesn’t show up!”

Someone pats Vash on the back as they walk by, like, “You lucky bastard.”

“Ya better take ya girl home till she falls down somewhere, cowboy,” another worried voice from the crowd tells him.

Vash looks like he wants to slide under a table and never be seen again, face flushed redder than his coat. He jogs over to you, gently guiding you down from the chair like you might take flight.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” he says to you under his breath, his eyes still widened, but a ghost of smile can be seen on his face.

“Pfft. No one believes me anyway,” you giggle. “Your secret identity is safe, o mysterious outlaw.”

The desert night wraps around you like a slow lullaby, air cooler now, stars scattered overhead like someone spilled a handful of diamonds across the sky.

You’re clinging to Vash’s arm, one foot in front of the other in an uneven shuffle, eyes drooping but smile still wide.

“Did you see their faces?” you mumble, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you walk. “When I said you were Vash the Stampede? That one guy almost choked on his drink.”

Vash laughs under his breath, that soft low one he only does when he’s happy and embarrassed at the same time. “You’re never drinking in public again.”

You gasp dramatically, poking his chest. “Rude. You loved it.”

“I did not.”

“You did!” You pause, squinting up at him. “You smiled. Three times. And I caught it. I really tried hard to see your smile the whole evening, you know?”

He groans playfully and wraps an arm around your waist, steering you away from the edge of the sidewalk when you wobble again.

You snort. “How’re you still so steady? That’s unfair. I feel like I’m swimming.”

He tilts his head toward you, eyes glittering with mischief. “Maybe I’m just used to carrying trouble around.”

“Rude again!” But you’re laughing, breathless, and it makes him soften all over again.

There’s a pause as you lean against him, walking slower now. The silence isn’t heavy this time. It’s soft. Gentle. Filled with the afterglow of something you can’t quite name.

“Hey, Vash?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re gonna marry me someday, y’know.” You mumble with confidence only a drunk version of you possesses. “I…wha- you…?!”

“Not right now,” you mumble, drowsy. “But like. Eventually. I’m just letting you know.”

He’s silent.

You peek up at him.

His face is red. His ears are bright red. But his smile—his smile is there, tugging his lips up.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Yeah. Eventually.”

You grin.

[tinycloudofweed]

Bubbles w Vash 18+ MDI 🔞

Vash X Reader

word count: 3,400–3,500

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In all honesty this is probably going to be in my drafts for a while

It was a sunny day in Gunsmoke nothing new you and Vash we’re walking through the desert sweat slowly dripping from your forehead as your lover followed close behind after running from some bandits earlier you guys were pretty exhausted from running and dodging bullets lucky enough you didn’t get hit but

“How you holding up love?”

You asked softly as you look over your shoulder keeping a steady pace and slowing down to walk right next to him

“Yeah… just tired we shouldn’t be too far from the next city are you okay?”

He looks over to you with a bit of a concerned expression on his face

“I’m okay love I promise”

You softly wrapped your pinky around his as he softly squeezes it in return smiling warmly as you as he lets out a heavy sigh as you guys continue walking there’s a city in view making you sigh in relief

Time skip

You opened the door Vash right behind you hands on your hips making you blush a little as you guys walk to the bed he lets go of your hips and sets his bag next to the night stand and sitting on the bed

“You can take a shower first if you’d like I can wait for you here”

He smiled softly as he looked up at you lovingly longingly you looked at him flustered as you thought of an idea

“Why not join me?”

“Huh? A-are you sure I want you to be in your own space and be comfortable I don’t wanna rui—”

You interrupted him by kissing him deeply shushing him up as he softly returns the kiss leaning towards you hands slowly making up your hips as he slowly caresses your waist and curves softly making you hum against his lips as you softly break the kiss you look into his eyes

“I want you to dummy”

You softly get off him and walk towards your bag to get some clothes and head to the bathroom Vash's eyes are on you the whole time he stumbles to his feet to do the same and join you as you’re stripping his eyes are glued on you taking your clothes off as you look over at him, he is blushing like a damn tomato and both hands on your chest covering yourself

“Please don’t Love.. you’re divine”

He comes close kissing your lips tenderly as he removes your hands from your chest and break the kiss as he softly gropes your breasts massaging them slowly as you look up at him meeting his gaze and pant breathlessly his touch making you squeeze your thighs together as he plays with your nipples teasingly pulling and pinching them making you gasp and groan your eyes close softly.

“So cute” He says in a husky tone smirking down at you

“A-am not~” you say breathlessly as you open your eyes and look up at him flustered

He then lets go of your chest and kisses your forehead chuckling softly as he runs his fingers through your hair he then stares at you tenderly you let out a huff making him smile he then goes over to turn on the water letting it fill the tub as you look over to him looking at his scars on his back your eyes soften as you plant a kiss on his back making him flinch softly.

“Sorry” you whisper

He turns to you with a sheepish smile

“It’s okay love I’m just… not used to it.. it's not you okay?” He softly leans over to you and kisses your forehead making your heart pick up

“I know but still.. you didn't deserve these” you kiss his cheek as Vash then takes your hand leading you to the tub the water steaming hot as he helps you in you let out a soft sigh of relaxation as he follows you in the warm water envelops your skin and muscles the tension from the earlier chase melts away as you lean into him

"This feels so nice" You whisper in pure bliss as you lean back into Vash's chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you steady. The warmth of the water combined with the safety of his embrace made your skin tingle and your muscles unwind. He kisses the top of your head sweetly, his hands moving down to gently caress your stomach, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. You let out a content sigh, your eyes closing as you lean into his touch.

"we deserve to relax" Vash kisses your neck softly his hands continuing to explore your body making you shiver with every touch you lean into him more feeling his hardness against your back making you blush furiously he chuckles into your skin kissing you gently along your jawline

"Vash" you whisper breathlessly as his hands wander further down your body, reaching the apex of your thighs. You can feel your heart racing as you anticipate his next move. His touch is gentle but firm, sending waves of pleasure through your pussy. You lean into him even more, pressing your back against his chest as he starts to knead the soft skin of your inner thighs. His hands are warm and comforting, making you feel safe and desired.

Vash smiles softly you can feel his breath against your ear "You deserve the best baby" he softly reaches your folds two fingers parting them gently as you let out a soft moan his touch light and teasing as he circles your clit making you gasp and lean into him further you can feel his erection poking into your back making you wetter with every stroke of his fingers he then inserts a finger inside of you feeling you clench around it with a soft sigh of pleasure the bubbles and heat of the bath made everything more soothing and relaxing.

"V-vash oh my god" You moan softly as you part your legs under the water, giving him better access. His touch is heavenly, sending shocks of pleasure through your body with every gentle movement. Your breath hitches as he adds another finger, stretching you gently as he starts to thrust them in and out of your pussy, setting a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.

"There you go Mayfly just relax" He whispered in your ear huskily his thumb brushing over your clit as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you knuckle's deep the feeling of his rough hands on your skin and the warm water around you had you panting heavily leaning your head back onto his shoulder..

"V-vash pl-please faster" you beg as your pussy clenches around his fingers he chuckles darkly speeding up the pace his other hand reaching around to play with your sensitive breasts his thumb flicking your nipple making you arch your back with a moan your nails digging into his forearms as he continues to pump his fingers into you his thumb never leaving your clit you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge your breaths quickening with every second that passes by.

"You're close I can feel it baby" Vash kisses and nibbles on your neck making you gasp as his fingers move with more urgency your pussy walls tightening around his digits as you start to cum hard your body shaking and your back arches as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

"F-fuuuck Vash mmmmgh!~" You moaned loudly, your voice echoing in the small bathroom as your body succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. Your legs began to tremble uncontrollably as the intense orgasm washed over you. Vash's expert touch had your toes curling, and your eyes squeezed shut tightly. He didn't stop, though; he continued to rub your clit in gentle, firm circles while his fingers plunged in and out of you, drawing out your climax for as long as he could.

"Vash pleaseeee" you whimper as the aftershocks of your orgasm start to die down, your body feeling both boneless and electrified all at once. He doesn't need any more encouragement, his own desire reaching a peak as he watches you come apart in his arms. He slides his fingers out of you, and before you can even catch your breath, he stands up, lifting you with him and carries you out of the tub. Your skin is slick with water, and you cling to his shoulders as he sets you down on the edge of the sink, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your thighs.

You chuckle breathlessly

"Someone's Pent up~" You say teasingly as you look down at his hard Length poking at you, Vash chuckles darkly his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in to kiss you deeply, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. He spreads your legs wider, his cock brushing against your sensitive pussy making you gasp into his mouth as he kisses you hungrily. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you with a smirk

"for you? always baby~" and with that he teased his length against your slick gliding it through your folds making you quiver and lean into him he then aligned it with your entrance and pushed in with a soft groan you let out a gasp as he fills you up in one swift motion your legs wrapping around his waist tightly as he starts to move his hips slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace your eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot inside of you making you whine and dig your nails into his back with every thrust his grip on your thighs tightening as he goes deeper and faster your moans echoing through the bathroom.

"you're so tight baby~" Vash groans into your ear his hips bucking against yours with increasing intensity, your breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust. His grip on your thighs is like steel, holding you in place as he claims you completely. You can feel his cock hit deep within you, the feeling so intense that you can't help but to moan his name over and over again. His rhythm is perfect, each thrust hitting the spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You lean back, your hands gripping the edge of the sink, as he leans forward to kiss your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

"B-baby! Yes Yes Yes! F-fuck right t-there!~" You cry out as Vash hits that perfect spot deep within you, his pace relentless and demanding. Each thrust feels like a declaration of his love for you, his hips grinding against yours with a fierce passion that lights a fire in your core. You feel your second orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in your stomach as your pussy clenches around his cock. Your nails dig into the skin of his back as you try to hold on, the pain adding to the exquisite pleasure coursing through your body.

"You're so perfect baby~" "You're such a good girl~" Vash's words of praise and love filled the steamy bathroom as he continued to pound into you, his movements growing more erratic as his own climax approached. His cock was a delicious intrusion, stretching and filling you completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You could feel the warmth of his chest pressed against your breasts, your nipples hard and sensitive to the touch of his chest hair.

you looked up at him helplessly with so much love and lust as you bite your bottom lip Vash sees this and crashes his lips against yours in a possessive kiss

"You're mine~" He whispered into your ear as he bites down on your earlobe making you gasp out loud. His hand reached down to grip your thigh harder as his other hand reached between your legs to rub your clit in sync with his thrusts.

You gasp as you clamped down around his cock milking him for all he's worth, Vash's eyes widen in surprise before he groaned in pleasure. He began to move faster, his strokes more powerful, as if driven by a primal instinct to claim you completely. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, making your toes curl and your legs tighten around him. You could feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train, growing more intense with every second.

"Ah!~ S-shit!" You wrap your arms around his neck as you close your eyes tightly "I-im cumming!!~" Vash's eyes are filled with desire and love as he watched your face contort in ecstasy, his own climax building as you tighten around him. He groans deeply, his hips moving erratically as he chases his own release. His hand moves faster over your clit, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

You let out a loud mewl as you squirt all over his cock your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Vash's thrusts grew even more erratic with his own climax approaching, he groaned into your ear, his breathing heavy and desperate. Your pussy was clenching around him, your juices coating his shaft as he moved in and out of you. His hand didn't stop working your clit, the sensation sending you over the edge once more.

Your legs were shaking frantickly Your body convulsed around him as he slammed into you one last time, his own orgasm hitting like a meteor shower in your core. You could feel his hot cum filling you up as he grunted and shuddered in pleasure, his grip on your thighs tightening to the point of pain.

As the intensity of your climax subsided, Vash leaned in and kissed you deeply, his cock still twitching inside of you. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, and you gave him a soft, loving smile that made his heart swell. He gently withdrew from you, and you felt the loss of his warmth, but before you could voice your protest, he lifted you up and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently.

You were panting and exhausted as his cum leaked out of your pussy onto the sheets, your legs still trembling from the intense orgasms. Vash looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction as he reached down to caress your cheek.

"T-that … holy fuck that was a lot~" You panted out "you deserve the best baby~" Vash said looking down at you breathless and fucked out. he leans down to kiss your forehead "You did si good my good Girl~ let me getting you a cloth k baby?"

you nodded softly as he went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm, damp cloth to gently clean you up, his touch as tender as a feather. He wiped away the evidence of your passion, his eyes never leaving yours as he took care of you. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, the aftermath of your intense love-making leaving you feeling cherished and loved beyond measure.

"Thank you baby" You thanked him while looking at him tenderly as he cared for you with such gentleness. After cleaning you up, Vash climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. He kissed the top of your head, and you could feel his heart beating in sync with yours. The aftercare was just as important to him as the passionate moments before, and you felt his love in every touch, every kiss.

"You don't have to thank me baby~ you know i'd go to the ends of the world for you"

You guys cuddled each other close as the warmth of Vash's body seeped into yours, wrapping around you like a blanket of pure comfort and love. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the gentle rhythm of his breaths lulled you into a peaceful state, your own breaths slowing down to match his. The softness of the bed was like a cloud, welcoming you into the warm embrace of slumber. Your legs were tangled with his, and his arms were wrapped snugly around your waist, holding you in place as if he was afraid to ever let go. The scent of the soap from your bath filled the room, mixing with the faint musk of his sweat from earlier, creating a uniquely comforting aroma that was purely 'Vash'.

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