cw breeding kink, so unprotected sex, crying during sex, cis vash, half ramble half drabble thing
vash the stampede and missionary combo is unmatched idc
vash hooking his knees under yours, spreading your thighs and making sure you can’t close them. forearms propped up on either side of your head, his sweaty chest pressed into yours, his forehead brushing against your with every rut and roll of his hips. hes so lost in it, babbling and sobbing, telling you how good you feel around him and how close he is to cumming.
also vash, who would never admit this out loud, but loves missionary because he can fuck into you deeper— meaning he can cum deeper into you, and that thought in of itself drives him crazy. when he gets close, he pulls you tighter against him, face pressed into your shoulder, drooling and pleading desperately.
“i ne-need to cum inside, hah, pl-please—“ vash breaks off into a sob, voice going up an octave, high pitched and needy as tears brim his big, glossy eyes. “pleasepleaseplease!” and the moment you give him any sign of confirmation, he hisses through his clenched teeth, unintentionally pushing you up the creaky bed in attempts to get himself deeper into your guts.
“oh— oh god—“ glass eyes rolling back into his head, a deep shudder runs through him, his hips trembling as he fills you up to the brim with his sticky seed. vash’s dick twitching weakly as his balls pulse and finish emptying inside you. still panting, he props himself back up just to lean back down and capture your lips in a slow kiss, enjoying in the heat of your body and the slick gooeyness inside you.
a/n: i gotta be honest i pulled this out of my ass
“i-i can’t! nono no more plea-please! please please please—“ vash gasps out, shaky hands gripping the pillow under his head. watery, translucent cum dripping down the twitching, red tip of his dick, overstimulated and sensitive. he couldn’t even remember how many times you’ve made him cum, it was too many to count.
“shh shh baby, we’re all done now, okay?” you soothe him. you reach to the night stand and grab the towel you placed there many hours ago.
“d-done? we— we’re done n-now?” vash peels his eyes open, tears glistening on his eyelashes. you watch as he tries to lift his head, just barely getting a few centimeters before he gives up. you move down and spread his legs, careful and slow, yet he winces and whines. taking the towel between your fingers, you wipe up the slick mess.
“mhm, we’re done now.” you repeat, hands soothing over his inner thighs as you carefully clean him up. somewhere in his fuzzy mind, vash registers your words and his tight hold on the pillow releases, fingers twitching and sore.
“mmgghf…” vash groans in relief as you finally let him come down. chest rising and falling slower, the throb in his core coming to a stop. you smile to yourself and clean around his softening dick, gentle brushes of the towel on his sensitive skin. and yet he lets out soft mewls in protest, hips trying to wiggle away from your motions.
“i know i know, it’s okay…” you coo softly, pushing his thighs closed and moving up to his chest, wiping the sweat there. eyes focused on his face as your hands work: his eyebrows slightly furrowed and pink lips parted as he breathes. leaning closer, you wipe the drool off his chin and tears off his delicate eyes.
“that was a lot wasn’t it?” you smile softly and lay against his side, heated skin meeting heated skin. you reach up, over his chest and brush the blond hair out of his face. still a little fuzzy, vash nods as he nuzzles into your touch. straining his body, he turns over and faces you, asking for more.
“mh… ‘m a good boy?” he mumbles, eyes blearily opening, a soft pout taking place on his lips. and the way he looks at you with such hope and dependency makes your heart flutter.
you cup his face and pull him in, pressing your forehead against his. “you’re a very, very good boy,” you say, and vash keens with happiness. soft little whines emitting from his throat as he presses closer to you, your touch his lifeline.
when he finally settles in, you begin to caress his face, soft strokes with your thumb across his cheek. vash responds with reaching up to gently grasp your wrists, content with keeping you there.
“you did such a good job for me.” you praise vash again, watching as his bright eyes flutter open. sparkling softly as he looks at you with such love and trust like you had just fulfilled something in him. vash leans in, brushing his nose against yours, breathing slowly.
“mm kiss…?” vash whispers, his lips turning up in a small smile. his limp hands trying to pull you closer, you easily comply. a smile of your own appearing before you close the space and connect your lips to his. pressing gently into him like he’d shatter, you kiss him slowly. lips moving in sync as vash hums softly in satisfaction.
he pulls away for half of a second before he presses himself into your chest, arms wrapping warmly. around your body. vash sighs contently, finding comfort in your bare skin against his after hours of not being able to touch you. sure you were demanding and rough, but it was exactly how he wanted you to handle him. and of course he knew you would take care of him after, gentle touches and sweet kisses your good boy.
the pulsing in between your legs is still steadily beating, you’re still panting, trying to come down from your fourth orgasm. to your disbelief, you here a rumbling snore from in between your neck and shoulder where vash has his nose tucked against your skin, his silky, blond hair tickling your face. he’s still throbbing inside your filled guts and.. he’s fucking snoring.
you squirm underneath his weight as he squashes you down into the mattress. “vash, are you fucking serious?” you half chuckle, half scold. he mumbles weakly, still trying to nuzzle closer, but it only makes you wince, as he is still literally balls deep inside you.
“wake up, cmon. just pull out and then you can go back to sleep—“ you strain, your hands on his shoulders as you try to push him off.
“mm noooo…” he whines, keeping his hips firmly against yours even in his sleepy state. “y’re so warm inside…” you roll your eyes, feeling the heat rush to your face. and in response, his dick twitches, jumping and weakly pressing against your walls.
“quit it, you already went three rounds.” you scold him lightly, finally settling down and letting him stay inside. vash laughs softly as you give in, his smiley lips pressing against your neck as he dozes off.
not my usual headcanon format, vash is sensitive, and hes beautiful when he cums
vash who lets you jerk him off for the first time. and hes gripping onto your hips as you sit on his thighs, you can feel him shaking underneath you. both hands stroking his dick, its so hot and twitching against your fingers. hes gasping, moaning, whimpering, whining, everything. looking away to hide his face and close to tears because hes so embarrassed. hes embarrassed that you havent even taken off any clothes yet youre making him feel so good. is he really that easy? its so sticky and wet, when you pull your hand off, strings of slick stretch away from his dick. its so wet, its starting to foam up and bubble at the base of his dick. hes clenching his jaw whenever you stroke upwards and squeeze the sensitive tip in your fist. but oh he likes it, it hurts a little and its so sensitive but hes pleading for you to squeeze it again. its so, so much, but its so good and he cant help but melt into your touch.
his blonde hair is falls over his hazy eyes and sticks to the sweat dripping from his hairline. his body twitches as you stroke him, hard stomach clenching down as his fists the bedsheets. oh and no doubt if you push him far enough he’ll rip right through them. its such a gorgeous sight though. his entire body is sweaty and damp and he can barely control the way he twitches and shakes. vash is biting his lip to try and hide whatever embarrassing noises come out, but he still ends up whimpering loud enough for someone outside the room to hear.
and when he finishes you brush back his damp hair with the back of your hand and. his eyes are closed as he finally comes down. his mouth is hanging open, audibly panting and whining. hes still twitching but hes limp, his legs sore and shaking as the last waves of pleasure throb through him.
cw public bathroom sex, like very very public like multiple people were listening in on them, trans sub bottom vash, cis dom top wolfwood, light humiliation, heavy teasing, wolfwood is a little bit mean but he means well, can be read as any vw version
“really didnt know you were into this, angel.”
“i- i’m fu- ucking not—“ vash gasps, fingers curling around the top of the door as his forearms push against it. it's not like he wants everyone in the bathroom to know they are fucking in the last stall, but there was nothing else to grasp onto as wolfwood nudges his leaking tip into his soaked folds.
“really? cause you're reeeeally wet,” wolfwood laughs and hovers on top of vash’s bent over figure as he bottoms out, the slide in suspiciously easier than usual. and vash wants to say something back but wolfwood’s tip is pressing so deep into his guts.
“breathe, breathe, sweetheart,” wolfwood coaxes in a gentler tone, reaching around to hook his middle and ring finger into vash’s parted mouth, the thick fingers that were sinking in and out of his cunt just a few minutes ago, splaying across his tongue.
and vash is honestly on the verge of passing out. plant marks flickering weakly, fingers trembling as wolfwood holds him together, keeping him upright on his length, deep in his pulsing cunt. it honestly hurts a little, but the silky, saccharine quality of wolfwood’s voice and the hot cling of his strong hips against his ass keeps his glowing eyes open.
with a deep, hissing inhale, wolfwood rears back just halfway, vash’s walls trying to suck him in before he falls into a gentle languid pace, hipd rolling with a smooth rhythm. vash’s mind goes gooey, his insides being shifted once again with the shape of wolfwood’s dick, a mould he’s come to memorize after months of traveling (fucking) with him.
vashs pants pool around his ankles, all of his buckles clanking loudly against the tiled floor as his entire body seems to rock with the motion of wolfwood’s pace. he grips the door tighter, his gloved leather fingers slipping on the smooth plastic of the staining stall door. a loud clanking of the door against the metal lock echoing into the ears of the poor men who just needed to take a piss, but instead get to listen in on two outlaws feverishly fucking after wandering hands under their abandoned saloon table became too much.
“wolfwoo.. they- they can he- hear—!” vash blabbers quietly around wolfwood’s fingers, drooling down the front of his red coat
“i know,” wolfwood huffs and nuzzles against the back of vash’s head, sliding his hand down to firmly settle around vash’s throat, causing his lips to stay parted to suck in strained breaths and intentionally giving him no way to hide his sounds from ears from outside the stall. wolfwood feels vash’s cunt clench rhythmically around his cock at his words, candy blue eyes rolling back into his pretty head as he gives into the embarrassment and humiliation of fucking in a public bathroom.
“just take it, don’t think about anything else— yeah… just like that, angel.” wolfwood coos warmly before tucking a hand around his hip and swinging them to the brick wall to the right. and thank god they chose the furthest stall (they originally chose it to be discrete but look how that turned out.)
wolfwood pushed vash against the bricks, before really fucking him. originally, he was scared of pushing him up on the door in fear of possibly shoving if off its metal hinges and creating a bigger scene than they already had, but here on this nice, stable brick wall, wolfwood could fuck him like he really meant it.
with a low snarl, wolfwood immediately resumes bullying that sweet spot in vash’s sopping cunt, except harder and faster. skin slapping sounds echoing off the bathroom walls as he fucks him, ignoring the men listening in on them. vash falls apart, sandwiched in between the hard bricks and a warm chest, he lets out shuddering gasps, wolfwood fucking impossibly deep. the wall helped keep him still, unable to move or shift away from his fast, mean strokes.
“this is what you needed?” wolfwood presses his lips against vash’s swinging golden earring, hips canting up into his tight heat. vash only mewls, gloves scraping against the bricks as he tries to hold on, but its useless.
“couldn’t even wait til we got back to the hotel huh— i could tell you needed it out there,” wolfwood rasps, reminding vash of how he was all over him, his voice piercing straight through the hazy lust enveloping vash’s numb head causing him to nod weakly.
“let me take care of ya, let me take care of it,” and vash doesn’t even realize wolfwood’s hand sneaking down until the insistent circle of thick fingers blooming pleasure over his engorged clit. he seizes up, thighs pressing together, knees knocking as wolfwood quickly presses closer, keeping him from collapsing as his quick fingers drive him closer to the edge.
“t-too muh- too much! mmhh- wolfwood, please..!” vash stammers, breath getting caught in his lungs with each thrust.
“shhh, i know, angel. you’re alright…” wolfwood absentmindedly hushes into ear, his own pleasure rapidly building. he doesn’t stop, leading vash straight into that fuzzy headspace as his fingers rub tighter circles.
“nnnh- nick—!” vash gasps, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure shoots into his gut, plant marks flicker and glow with his orgasm, legs quivering as his cunt clenches down on wolfwood’s dick.
the squeezing of his velvety walls is enough to force wolfwood over the edge. he strains, moaning through his bitten lip as he surges forward and cums straight into his awaiting plant womb, forcing vash up the wall. vash clings helplessly to the wall, feet dangling despite being taller than the dark haired man.
panting hotly, wolfwood gently rubs vash’s clit, helping him through his orgasm. he huffs, hooked nose gently nudging against his slack jaw as he kisses his nape. he slowly helps him back down to the ground, limp legs stabling themselves on the tiled floor. wolfwood fiddles with his pants, gingerly tucking himself away as his panting subsides.
vash has his forehead pressed into his elbow, still against the wall, biting his lip out of embarrassment, still unmoving.
“shit, we gotta go before we get kicked out.” wolfwood says, his mind clearing and now realizing just how loud and obvious they were. vash doesn't respond. wolfwood reaches down in the cramped stall and helps vash weakly toe into his pants, smiling lightly at the sight of seeing his cum dripping out. he straightens his wrinklycoat, letting it fall back into place before he gently pats his hip with a warm hand.
“we should’ve waited til we got back,” vash breathes, his leather hand lifting up to rub across his face but stops instead, covering his embarrassed face.
“we? you were the one who pulled me into here,” wolfwood laughs, rightfully accusing him. it wasn’t like he didn't enjoy giving him what he wanted while also embarrassing him, but it never hurt to tease.
vash frowns, “you were the one who kept on messing with me out there!” he whisper-shouts, his red face overriding any attempts at trying to look annoyed.
wolfwood takes his hand, “shhh,” he stifles another laugh in return of lightly hushing him. wolfwood unlatches the stall door before he could spout more accusing bullshit. walking hand in hand, vash keeps his head down, ignoring the way they received judging looks from people outside the bathroom.
i just think he would look so adorable crying and whimpering under you!! he cant take it anymore but oh he wants to be good boy for you so desperately. he wants to keep still and let you use his dick like a toy, but oh goodness he can’t stop shaking. its so much and its so good all at the same time! he goes a little silly and needs lotsa soft, soothing aftercare.
(this post singlehandedly made me want to write just an aftercare fic of subtop vash)
cw shoe job, cis wolfwood, sub wolfwood, uncleanliness, humiliation, degradation, slight implied petplay bc i love sopping wet pathetic flavored wolfie, reader is mean, barely fucking proofread
this is definitely his best angle. his big, brown eyes looking up at you, a perfect view of the fullness of his chest, perky nipples peaking through the soft hair, and the spread of his knees making room for your cruel foot at his crotch. not just anyone gets the chance to see a ruthless assassin whimpering like a puppy under their foot. while it did take a whole ass fifteen minutes of convincing to make wolfwood finally unzip his slacks and get on his knees beside the creaky hotel bed, it was definitely worth it.
the drag of your shoe is more than enough for wolfwood to crumble. meaty hands clasped firmly together behind his back, resisting, he lets you meanly nudge his aching length. it’s cute really, watching him strain and try not to buck up whenever you gently circle the head with the bottom of your shoe.
now normally he would be disgusted with this. mortified, trying his absolute best to not think about what grime and dirt lingered on the bottom of your desert boots. but right now he can’t think of anything else but wanting to thrust his cock against the underside of it. it feels dirty— he feels dirty, but he can’t hold back the way his eyebrows pinch together in pleasure and pain when your heel digs into his balls.
“f—uck— hah..” wolfwood strains, his head thrown back, lips parted as he curses lowly.
“i know, i know,” you coo meanly, amused and smug. and to think that he was the one who said foot jobs were gross. “better than you expected?”
“shaddup—“ he begins to growl out, but it turns into a sharp whimper as you extend your leg forward and firmly press his cock up against his hairy pelvis.
“you said what?”
“noth- nothin’,” his eyes go from glossy to straight watery.
“yeah mhm,” you pull back your leg and let his throbbing cock spring back, before sliding the side of your foot up and down his shaft.
wolfwood keens, keeping his mouth shut from now on as you play with him. but he still aches for more, his hands unclasp each other, his shoulders relaxing as he reaches forward with shaky hands. wolfwood keeps his pleading eyes on yours as you stare down at him. he splays his large hands over the back your extended leg, one gently settling around the meat of your calf, and the other cupping the base of your ankle.
“want something?” you hum, quirking an eyebrow down at him. and wolfwood looks like he’s about to start crying. he nods frantically up at you, scooting closer and tucking your boot against his eager crotch.
“tell me.” you smile down meanly at him.
“let- let me use your foot?” he huffs out, leaking cockhead twitching against the rough laces.
—
forehead pressing into your knee, wolfwood humps your leg. white dress shirt falling off his shoulders as he hugs your calf, hips canting up and in circles. its honestly humiliating. knowing you are watching him as he humps his cock against your boot is exhilarating. both burning humiliation and arousal coursing from head to toe. it was all too much and too little at the same time.
“you’re humping my foot like a dog, sweetheart.” you laugh, using your pet name on him as he moans against your knee.
“shut- shut up.” he grumbles lowly, yet his hips seem to buck faster, eating up all of your sweetly condescending words and finding himself aching for more.
“poor thing.” you slide a gentle hand down his face, fingers stroking under his jaw. “you just love fucking my dirty boot, doncha?”
“mmh.. mgh.. y-yeah—“
“yeah? you sound like you’re about to—“
“fuh-uck! i-i am—!“ wolfwood chokes out, cutting your off as he goes rigid, cumming faster than either of you anticipated. he curses, lips pressing against your knee as his dick pulses and shoots ropes of cum across the worn laces and the wet leather. his knees slide apart on the ground as his entire body seems to strain as he gasps through his orgasm.
wolfwood rolls his hip gently, riding our the pleasure with his eyes closed. he only opens them once the post nut clarity finally hits him like a fucking train. he gingerly nudges his softening dick off your boot, letting it hang across the slacks low on his hips.
“shit,” wolfwood swallows hard, releasing his hand on your calf and running it over his face. he lets his hand fall, big, brown eyes filled with embarrassment still looking up at you, trying to ignore the fresh cum on your boots, but its hard when you’re staring down at him with a smug ass look.
“so?” you chirp, giving him a little head tilt.
“so.” wolfwood grumbles back, putting on a nonchalant act as he flips his white button up back over his broad shoulders.
“so are you gonna buy me new pair of desert boots then?” you laugh, lifting your foot up and leaning down to examine the streaks of cum he left on the leather and the laces.
