hoshina might have the upper hand when you’re splayed out and begging beneath him on the mattress, the possessive grip of his deft hands on your hips and the hot, wet bite of his teeth buried in the sensitive crook of your neck leaving you messy and shaking and desperate.
but it’s him who sounds absolutely wrecked afterward, voice reduced to a rough, shuddering rasp as he drags his lips across your mouth and murmurs, “fuckin’ hell, you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
hoshina’s amused laughter sounds different here—the familiar noise something new altogether as it reverberates from where it’s trapped between his hot lips and teeth and your sensitive skin, pitched low and hoarse in the inky black darkness of the supply closet.
it sounds different when he’s kissing his way down your neck, not teasing you over the comms as you fumble a shot, not tossing you a wry look as you challenge his opinion around a table full of officers. when you can feel the way it vibrates through his chest and crawls up his throat because he’s got you pinned against a wall, bodies flush and your hips firmly anchored under the dizzying weight of his deft fingertips.
when you’re whimpering and gasping for him, drunk on the steady pressure of the vice-captain’s muscled thigh, muscles taut as your nerve endings flare with sparks of pleasure upon each needy, desperate twitch of your hips. and he’s fucking laughing as you fold like a deck of cards beneath his touch, the bitter, contentious words of your earlier argument honeyed and pliant and breathless against his scorching lips.
it’s different, this sound, when it dissolves into a groan deep in hoshina’s throat as you drag your fingers through his tousled violet hair and come hard right there on his thigh, his voice rough as his chest heaves with yours when he cups the side of your neck and murmurs, “good girl.”
Pairing: Knives x F!Reader
Cw: smut, heat cycles/plant heat, overstimulation, dacryphilia, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, breeding, orgasm control/denial, possessive and obsessive behaviour, dominance & submission, degradation, grinding, some religious symbolism (in Trimax Knives' portion).
Word Count: ~3K
A/n: A lovely person inquired about some Plant Heat Headcanons for Knives on my AO3 account. I was inspired, so here they are! Hope you enjoy them! 💜
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Tristamp Knives
He is very aware of his heat and knows precisely what to expect and how to counteract it. Despite the physical symptoms that he suffers, Tristamp Knives only views this biological cycle of his as a minor inconvenience. He had always been prepared for it, overcoming the intense urges of his body with sheer willpower alone. Willpower alone had always been enough…until you came along.
Similar to Tristamp Vash’s heat, Tristamp Knives’ heat is also quite physically intense. His body aches and heats up to the point of fever. His razor sharp mind becomes slow and sluggish—obsessed and plagued with impulsive thoughts of grabbing you, ripping your clothes off, and pounding into your sweet cunt until you cry. He doesn’t quite care if he ends up doing it in front of an audience either.
Tristamp Knives’ plant markings glow exponentially brighter during this time, his fangs elongating to sharp points as his senses heighten. You become like a beacon of desire to him in this state. Tristamp Knives can sense your every breath, hear each beat of your heart, and smell the arousal that drips between your legs even across a distance. It’s infuriating for the prideful plant. It’s as if your lewd and tantalizing body were calling out to him—mocking him for his foolish attempts to control himself.
Eventually, Tristamp Knives does give in to his urges, but he holds fast and so desperately to that illusion of self-control. He dominates you physically and mentally, lording his strength, power, and superiority over you even if he’s the one moaning as he sinks his cock inside your tight walls.
Tristamp Knives’ stamina is unmatched. He can bring you to the brink of orgasm, only to then deny you and repeat the process. Tristamp Knives will do this over and over again until he has you sobbing and pathetically begging for release. He is in control. Not you, and not his heat. You will be the one praying to him, not the other way around.
I should also mention that Tristamp Knives’ cum and saliva acts like an aphrodisiac. This helps his partner keep up with him, but Tristamp Knives also uses this property of his fluids to torture, tease and taunt you.
“Coming from just a little kiss? What a depraved little slut you are.”
Tristamp Knives’ iron will to stay in control is formidable, but it is not absolute. You can break him—forcing him to submit to his feral urges if you play your cards right. Put on a little show for him. Tease him by lewdly touching yourself, salaciously cry out your pleasure with rapture, fuck yourself shamelessly on his throbbing dick while chanting your devotion to him. If you can manage to rile up this control freak of a plant well enough, you’ll find yourself pinned to the nearest hard surface before you can blink. At that point all you’ll hear is Tristamp Knives’ feral growls in your ear before he starts to fuck you so hard you nearly pass out.
It’s a dangerous game that you’ve decided to play, but you’ll be damned if you’ll allow Knives to have free reign over every little part of you for a moment longer.
Yes, he is stronger, smarter, faster and infinitely more powerful than you--but at this very moment, as Knives denies you your orgasm for the third time in a row, you decide that those facts don’t matter. You have a hold over him too. A power so profound that he desperately tries to deny and curtail it, forcing you to submit and take what he gives you in an effort to hide his secret vulnerability.
No more. You’ll expose that nerve and grind it to dust.
Knives chuckles darkly as he removes his glistening fingers from your twitching cunt, plant markings pulsing an angelic blue as he pops his fingers into his mouth and savors your taste.
“Couldn’t come in time, pet?” Knives taunts, those white fangs of his glistening as he elegently licks his fingers clean.
“Pathetic.”
Your body is covered in sweat—exhausted and aching—but somehow you manage to muster your strength and reach forward to claw at Knives hips. The plant’s eyes widen with surprise, his breath leaving him in a choked gasp as you bury your fingernails into his flesh and swiftly pull his hips to yours. Knives moans, his hands slamming against the mattress on either side of your head, steadying himself while you bury his cock to the hilt in your eager pussy.
The ecstasy that flows through your body is unparalleled, and you mewl with abandon, arching against Knives’ burning skin as you come around his cock—hips grinding obscenely against his hardened flesh as your cunt milks him hungrily.
“Want you.” You gasp, breathless and delirious. Your gaze captures his own as your body rides out your orgasm sensually beneath him. Beckoning him. Breaking him.
“Please,” You whimper, body arching so that your lips brush sweetly against his perfect, pink mouth.
“I want you, Nai.” You breathe against his lips. “I want you more than anyone else. I’m at the end of my rope, I’m aching for you. Please, fuck me. Please, please, please!!”
Knives is motionless above you, his eyes and body bathing your own in that ethereal blue glow. A moment of silence passes between the two of you, gazes locked in silent battle as your panting breaths fill the air.
Then a devious grin spreads across Knives’ face. The sight sends intoxicating shivers of anticipation down your spine. Like a predator, Knives leans down and whispers a dark and sensual promise in your ear.
“You want me, pet? Fine. Then I’ll give you everything you asked for.”
98 Knives
This stubborn plant tries to ignore his heat. 98 Knives is in complete denial and is the biggest brat about this biological cycle. He’s flushed? You’re seeing things. Had he been staring at you for too long? Only because he can't believe how ugly you are! Is he hard? Why the hell are you looking at his junk in the first place, pervert!?
Completely opposite to 98 Vash, 98 Knives tries his damndest to avoid you during his heat. On the surface, he wants nothing to do with you during this time and will actively leave the room whenever you enter. If you manage to touch him unguarded however, you swear you can hear him purr sensually under his breath.
Compared to his other counterparts, 98 Knives doesn’t go through the same physical changes during his heats. No fangs or distorted wings or glowing marks. However, 98 Knives is just as affected in terms of his sexual drive and he is in a constant state of horniness. He’s also super pissed about it.
98 Knives angrily jacks off every moment alone he can spare. It never fully relieves him though, and for the most part it only riles him up even more. 98 Knives’ head is always swimming with thoughts of you—both unbelievably aroused and severely irritated. How dare you cloud his mind like this? How dare you make his cock so hard? How dare you make him want you?
When he does finally submit to his heat, 98 Knives becomes the bossiest and brattiest little pillow princesses. This whining plant makes you do all the work while also growling his demands of what he wants from you through clenched teeth.
But rest assured, when you manage to edge 98 Knives just right—hitting that sweet spot of his with perfect precision—oh can you make that plant sing.
Knives groans, gritting his teeth as he arches beneath your hips. Those beautiful blue eyes of his squeeze tightly shut as he curses you under his breath.
Ignoring his insult, your eyes linger on the straining muscles of Knives’ neck as he pathetically thrusts his cock against you. His leaking and throbbing glands just barely manages to breach the tight entrance of your pussy despite his best efforts.
“E-enough.” Knives rasps, fingernails scratching at the meat of your thighs—childish and demanding. Those wild eyes of his open again, pegging you with a petulant glare.
“Hurry up and sit on my cock, you idiot!”
Ah. He’s near his breaking point.
“Hmm, and what if I don’t? What if I leave you here aching and unsatisfied? It would be exactly what a brat like you deserves.”
The rage that flashes in Knives’ eyes lasts only a second. Quick as a flash you raise your hips, letting Knives’ cock slip from the warmth of your cunt. He growls, utterly livid as his dick lands pathetically on his navel with a wet slap.
But before the tantruming plant can retaliate, you sit on his cock, harshly grinding your slick folds up and down his entire length. The breath explodes out of Knives’ lunges, as you grind your pussy along his length and his next words leave him with a pathetic whine.
“Th-that's not what I meant you disgusting, brutish—aaaahhhhh!”
You press your weight against his frenulum, grinding your clit mercilessly against that most sensitive spot of his—breaking him down piece by piece and smiling with satisfaction as Knives melts in your hands like butter.
He's such a whiny little thing.
The plant’s hips start to piston, his whimpering mewls now uncontrollable as he starts to grind against your sex. Knives' blue eyes glass over with lust as he stares at you with a mixture of hatred and need. Right now, you are at the epicenter of his world, and he hates that.
“Beg me,” You whisper teasingly with a smile. “Beg me to fuck you. Do it nicely and I’ll give you what you want.”
Knives’ teeth clench, his expression a conflicted storm. But in the end, the plant's lustful need supersedes his pride. Releasing a huff of air, Millions Knives swallows and then whispers oh so sweetly.
“Fuck me, pet. Please.”
Trimax Knives
Trimax Knives regards the period of his heat with virulent disdain. To him it is a primitive mechanism of survival derived from the disgusting remnants of the human DNA that poisons his every cell. Among many things, Trimax Knives detests his heat.
Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for you however, your touch he does not detest.
Similar to his brother, Trimax Knives also goes through a lot of physical changes and a significant amount of pain during his heat. At the peak of his heat, razor sharp, almost crystalline wings involuntarily tear outwards from beneath his skin. His eyes glass over to a milky bluish white, and his fangs practically double in size. Each fang is razor sharp, easily capable of tearing anyone limb from limb. Trimax Knives is exceptionally beautiful in this form, but he is also dangerously aggressive.
Trimax Knives is possessive, and obsessive on a good day. In the midst of his heat however? Those tendencies of his magnify tenfold. Once his heat hits, the vastness of Knives’ mind becomes singularly fixated on you. Your scent, your soft skin, the sound of your voice, the beating of your heart. Every aspect of you is impossible for Knives to ignore. He wants to claim you, mark you, and fuck you until you are begging for mercy.
The compulsive and feverish thoughts of breeding you—of mating with you so thoroughly and completely that he gets you pregnant—nearly drives Trimax Knives to the brink of insanity. It’s not necessarily because he wants offspring (honestly even if you’re incapable of such a thing he couldn’t care less), it’s more so because Trimax Knives is so madly possessive of you that he wants no doubt in anyone’s mind exactly who you belong to.
Woe is any idiot who decides to breathe the same air as you (let alone touch you) while Knives is in the throes of his heat. People have been maimed, and several of the Gung-Ho Guns have the scars and the psychological damage to prove it.
Also similar to Trimax Vash, Trimax Knives’ heat is slow to build but quick to peak. You will see the warning signs before the full force of his heat hits, and when it does, it’s like a storm of biblical proportions.
When mating with you, Trimax Knives comes quickly and abundantly. His refractory period is short though, and this man will have you coming on his cock over and over and over again, pumping you full of load after load with each round. Trimax Knives takes what he wants, having little regard for your tearful cries for mercy from being sore and overstimulated. He knows your breaking point, and despite the feral state he is in, he will never cross that line. Instead, Trimax Knives balances you perfectly on that edge, watching you come undone beneath him time and time again with blissful satisfaction.
The urge to nest is intense for Trimax Knives during his heat, although he’s not exactly one to build a comfy place for you. Trimax Knives is more interested in finding a safe place over which he has full control. An isolated space where no one either than himself has access to you. This is where you will experience the full force of his heat.
Trimax Knives will also very strangely take good care of you during the entire period of his heat. In spite of the physical exhaustion you will endure, you will be fed, given water, and held tenderly. It’s in Knives’ silent actions where you can truly see how much he cares for you.
You awaken from your deep slumber. Eyes bleary and clouded as they open. Your vision finds the faintest of light above you, and you focus on it until your senses sharpen.
Once your vision returns you look around. A thick layer of crystallized, shimmering glass is spread beneath your aching body. It looks cold to the touch but it is strangely…warm. As if it were a living, breathing thing cradling you, comforting you, and protecting you.
You shift and in that moment you realize that you’re still connected to something. Heated skin shifts with you and a soft groan sounds in your ear. Turning your head, you look over your shoulder. Memories of the last few days slowly snap into place like puzzle pieces. Knives lays behind you, his alien and unreadable stare fixated on you.
A burning throb commands your attention. You look down, and it’s at this point you realize that Knives’ cock is still buried deep inside you—the evidence of his dizzying girth a demanding pressure between your hips.
“Don’t move,” Knives commands.
He twitches again inside you and the pressure increases. You mewl at the pleasurable ache. He's still coming.
“Knives…”
The raspy tone of your voice does not escape the plant’s notice. He tsks, attention turning to something just beyond your reach. His powerful arm snakes past your line of vision, and then returns with a flask of water clutched in his hand. You watch, parched and mesmerized as Knives brings the flask to his perfect, pink lips and pours.
His Adam's apple bobs deliciously as he takes the water into his mouth. After two gulps Knives places down the flask and reaches for you, his fingers grasping your chin. Your mouth opens instinctively, like a baby bird desperate for nourishment, as he leans down and seals his lips with yours.
You whimper, lapping up every precious drop that you can from Knives’ mouth while his tongue glides sensually along your own. The kiss is cut short however, leaving you licking at the little remnants of water left behind. Knives smirks, then from his hand he produces a slice of apple.
“Eat.” He commands.
So you do. Obediently, you take the apple slice from his fingers, wet tongue kittenishly and shyly touching the tips of his fingers as you receive your blessing. Knives hums his approval, his gaze possessive and intense as his thumb gently glides over your bottom lip as you chew.
The exchange is powerful. Primal. Like a god of creation, Knives institutes himself as the source of life. Of your life. From his lips you drink, from his hand you eat, and from his cock you are filled with euphoric purpose.
“Are you satisfied?” Knives’ purring rumble echoes like an ancient melody upon the crystal glass.
You nod, and no sooner do you show your satisfaction does Knives turn the both of you. His body remains flush against yours as you are maneuvered from your side and onto your hands and knees like an animal. Your face and breasts press firmly against the makeshift glass bed below as Knives lifts your hips into the air—keeping them connected with his own.
A pathetic moan escapes your lungs as Knives resumes his rut, his cock plunging as deep as your pussy would allow. His burning glands kisses your cervix with each surge forward as his balls slap deliciously against your clit. You arch and sob. You’re so swollen and sore, but Knives feels too fucking good.
“Who do you belong to?”
Of course. This ritual would be incomplete without your pledge of devotion to him.
“Y-you, Knives.”
The powerful being bears down on you, his sharp teeth on the shell of your ear.
“Who do you worship?”
“You.”
“Who do you love above all else?”
You tremble, the confession vibrating like an explosion in the air as it spills from your lips.
“You. O-only you Knives. I love you.”
And with a hot groan, Knives comes inside you, his fingers bruising your hips as he grinds his cock against your puffy walls, filling you up with yet another load of his hot cum. When he’s done, his hands come to gently rest on your swollen tummy and you are rewarded with a tender kiss.
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Pairing: Vash x gn!reader
cw: smut, some angst (with Trimax Vash), penetrative sex, some rough sex, oral sex (m! receiving), marathon sex, coming inside, public sex/semi-public sex, body horror, pda, horny behaviour (BLR Vash), love confessions
Word count: ~2'100
A/n: It's been a while since I did some headcanons. So here are some thoughts on all the different versions of Vash and how each deals with plant!heat. I hope you enjoy them! 💖
Tristamp Vash
Tristamp Vash is very shy and avoidant of you when his heat hits. Part of this is due to his own disdain towards his biology, and the other part is because he doesn’t want to freak you out.
Tristamp Vash’s heat is very…intense.
His entire body heats up, his teeth ache and grow–sharpening into dangerous razor points–his eyes shine an unearthly hue of blue, and his plant markings pulse and glow, getting brighter as his arousal increases. And these are just the physical symptoms.
Mentally, Vash’s brain gets foggy when he’s in heat. His thoughts are clouded, his head feels heavy, and all he can think about is burying himself inside you.
In this state, every single one of Vash’s senses is heightened. Even just a simple brush of your fingers, or the sound of you breathing beside him is enough to cause his pulse to soar, his cheeks to flare...and the blood to rush to his cock.
Poor boy tries to suppress it, pretending like everything is fine. Unfortunately for him, he’s not very good at hiding it.
You have found him twisted and writhing in the cum stained sheets of his hotel bed a time of two; watching breathlessly as he whimpered and wept—humping the pillow while he softly called out your name with each needy little thrust.
Vash’s sex drive is naturally quite high while he’s in his heat, but what makes Tristamp Vash unique is that he can literally go for hours with no breaks. Tristamp Vash can come over and over and over again while still staying aroused, rendering any partner of his completely and utterly exhausted.
Good thing Vash’s cum acts as an aphrodisiac in this state—enticing his partner to come as many times as he does.
“—afly?”
…huh?
Your head is pounding, and every single inch of your body is enraptured with the sweetest of aches. You’re satisfied, and yet, somehow you still inexplicably have an appetite for more.
“Mayfly?”
Vash’s voice refocuses your attention back on him. He’s drenched in sweat—blonde hair in disarray, the bright blue glow from his eyes and plant markings pooling across your own wet skin. Vash hovers above you on the hotel bed where you had found him—god, was that yesterday?
A raspy sigh leaves your throat and Vash quickly leans down to coo against your lips, an alien trill thrumming in his chest as he peppers your face with tender, toothy kisses.
“One more,” Vash groans, shifting closer, reminding you that his cock is still planted firmly inside you—plugging up his cum inside and filling you to near bursting.
“Please, just one more time f'me, mayfly. Then I swear I’ll let you rest. I promise.”
98 Vash
This man becomes the most lovey-dovey touch starved idiot needy boy when he’s in heat.
Constantly seeks physical affection from you, but he tries (emphasis on tries) to be sneaky about it. Vash thinks he is pulling a fast one on you by getting you to shower him with adoring touches. “Mayfly, I jammed my finger in the hotel door! Will you kiss it better?”
No one is fooled. Least of all you.
98 Vash literally purrs when you do reach out and give him some unexpected tlc though. Vash will nuzzle his face against your shoulder/neck, wrap his arms around you (and legs if you let him), and he will coo into your ear how much he utterly adores you.
When his heat hits, 98 Vash doesn’t have as much going on with him physically as Tristamp Vash does, so he can usually get through that period of time without letting too much on.
However, I should say that 98 Vash will be popping constant boners left and right when he’s in heat. He’s extra sensitive and leaky too, especially if you’re in his sights. Thank goodness for his long coat and your merciful indulgence.
98 Vash has a high sex drive, but he does need breaks. His refractory period is insanely short though. Give him a few minutes, maybe even just two, and he’s ready to have you screaming to the rafters (or maybe you’ll be the one making him scream).
The feeling of leather clad fingers gripping your hair sends a shiver of euphoria down your spine. A groan curls in your throat—vibrating deliciously—eliciting a sweet and succulent moan from the man standing above you.
“Oh god, mayfly. You feel sooo good.”
Vash’s hands grip tighter, pushing you further down on his dick—keening with a high moan as you take him down your throat for the fifth time that night.
Gosh, he is so messy. Leaking all over your lips and chin, dripping down and soaking your chest—gushing glob after glob of precum into your mouth as he desperately fucks your face.
He’s so desperate. So sensitive.
“G-gonna come down your throat again,” Vash mewls, leather clad hips stuttering as he reaches his peak. “So good! So sweet for me, mayfly. S-swallow it all! Please!”
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the salty tang of Vash’s cum hits the back of your throat once more. Fuck, he tastes so good—especially in the midst of his heat. You could suck him off for hours if you could when he’s like this.
Maybe if you're lucky, he'll let you.
BLR Vash
The biggest whiniest horndog when his heat hits. An absolute menace to society and you.
Lets just say that BLR Vash is so down bad when his heat hits, that he would literally dry hump you in public if he could get away with it. Don’t try to call him a "bad dog", it will only encourage him.
BLR Vash constantly has his hands on you at all times. He’s very demanding of your attention. It’s not uncommon to feel his fingers ghosting along the small of your back, or gripping your thigh when you sit next to him. He loves to wrap his arm around your shoulder as you walk together, or slipping his hand down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze as he walks by you.
Hovers over you a lot when he’s in heat. BLR Vash also has a tendency to get overprotective and will pout like a child if your attention is on anyone else but him for too long.
He is constantly burying his face into your hair or neck just so that he can get a whiff told you he was a dog.
If you thought Tristamp and 98 Vash were bad in the horny department, oh boy, they can’t even hold a candle to BLR Vash.
Just the sight of your ankle or wrist gets him going. Show him a shoulder and he’s done.
Like 98 Vash, BLR Vash doesn’t have much going in the way of physical changes when he goes into heat, but instead of popping boners left and right, this man just has a permanent stiffy.
When having sex during his heat, BLR Vash comes fast, often, and an exorbitant amount. This man will have you drenched and fucked out on the bed in record time.
He’s also obsessed with eating you out. BLR Vash can go at your sex for hours (all while coming all over himself of course).
Clenching your thighs together, your lips press firmly shut as you try to stifle the moan seeping from your throat. Vash’s cock surges inside you again, stroking firmly against your most sensitive spot and causing your walls to clench tightly down on his shaft.
Vash groans quietly at your body’s response, pushing himself even deeper inside—making your toes curl and your jaw fall slack. A shudder of total euphoria courses through your body as a gush of semen spurts free from your insides, dripping down Vash’s cock and onto the gritty and sticky wood of the saloon floor below. Vash had already come inside you twice, and it looks like he’s going for a third.
“Va-Vash,” You whimper, voice barely above a whisper for fear that you’ll get caught by the other saloon patrons. So far it looks like they haven’t caught on. Right now, you’re just a cozy couple, one perched on the other’s lap—cuddling close following a long night of drinking and giggles.
“M’sorry. Can’t help myself.” Vash murmurs against the back of your neck. He presses his nose against your skin, inhaling your scent—his wicked tongue slides out to lap up the droplets of sweat he finds there.
A man approaches and your eyes fall upon him instantly. Your entire body tenses, wide eyes following the weary traveler passing by your table like a hawk. He sends the briefest of glances your way before heading towards the restroom.
Oh god. Does he know?
Vash’s burning fingers brush along your skin, snapping you out of your thoughts as they circle and grip your chin. He turns your face towards his, and your breath catches in your throat when you see him. He's all flushed cheeks and sultry eyes, looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.
“Hey,” Vash whispers, wet lips brushing against yours. “Only look at me right now. Okay?”
Trimax Vash
Similar to Tristamp Vash, Trimax Vash holds a lot of shame and self-loathing towards himself and his body. As a result, Trimax Vash will absolutely try to avoid you when he’s in heat. He will even go so far as to leave you behind whenever it hits.
Good thing you’re stubborn.
Trimax Vash goes through a lot physically when he’s in heat, and unfortunately it can be quite painful. He also feels monstrous in his inhuman plant form, so he tries his best to hide it from you.
When Trimax Vash goes into heat, distorted wings and feathers burst forth from most faucets of his flesh—covering him almost from head to toe in an iridescent angelic cloak. He’s disfigured and strange, but extremely beautiful in this form (at least to you).
Along with the wings, Vash’s eyes also change to a pure white, and similar to Tristamp Vash, Trimax Vash’s fangs grow larger and more prominent during this time.
Trimax Vash gets very possessive, borderline obsessive, and he can even be aggressive while in the throes of his heat. He wants you and you are all he can think about.
Protecting you, providing/caring for you, and mating with you. Those are the only thoughts in his head.
Trimax Vash doesn’t want anyone else to touch you. He has to fight the urge to snap at anyone (including his friends) who comes too close to you. He does everything he can to suppress this though.
Overall, this man is incredibly horny, protective, and downright feral when his heat hits. His body and mind are singularly focused, and it’s an incredible internal struggle for him.
If he gets his hands on you, he will blow your back out and fill you to bursting. He has the stamina and the drive to do both.
But unlike the other Vashes, Trimax Vash’s heat is slow to build and quick to peak. At his peak, Trimax Vash’s heat only lasts about a day or so. Then it fades, allowing him to more easily focus on providing aftercare to his partner.
A high pitched cry is ripped from your lungs. A resounding growl vibrates through the air, making the pit of your stomach tingle and your insides clench.
Vash’s bruising grip on your hips tightens, fingernails claw into your flesh with the sweet sting of rapture. His hot panting breath billows over your shoulder—perilous fangs scratching at your skin.
All you see is white, encased in the cocoon of his enormous wings—soft and cool against your skin. A striking contrast from Vash’s fiery and rough lovemaking.
In that moment, to you Vash is almost divine. He’s everywhere and everything all at one. He’s all you can feel, see, touch, taste, and smell. Vash holds you with the mercy of his powerful hands, raining down on you his inhuman lust but his very human love as well.
Vash. Vash!
“M-more!” You beg, voice escaping in a desperate whimper. “Vash! Please! I–I want everything! Every part! Don’t hold back. Don’t run. Stay.”
The choked and desperate moan that falls from your lover’s lips both warms your heart and breaks it. Vash’s pace quickens, pounding you full of his thick cock, bearing down on you like a storm—a natural disaster to many, but not to you.
Fingers entwine with yours, gripping tightly as if for dear life. Vash’s body curls around your form as he comes, gripping you close, pulling your further into his monstrous beauty.
“Love you,” He confesses, voice distorted yet still so uniquely him.
