Do you think that Vash, being non-human, has fisical needs? You know, urgencys? I like an inexperienced Vash and I imagine him super frustrated and embarrassed trying to hide an erection from his s/o
okay okay, I have some thoughts on it 😈
I'm sorry though - my thoughts went to Trimax Vash, and that guy is not as innocent as some might think. He's lived a very long life, after all.
Warnings: g/n reader, slight nsfw, slight self-deprecation
The ways Vash would deal with accidental erection around his s/o:
He doesn’t panic - he manages. When arousal catches him off-guard (which it does, more often than he’d like), he doesn’t bolt or stammer. Instead, you’ll notice a subtle shift - shoulders a little stiffer, voice hitching just a little, thumbs twiddling anxiously. A tension he doesn’t explain. He masks it with a tired smile and a soft “Give me a sec,” before excusing himself.
He knows what’s happening—he just doesn’t like it
It’s not ignorance - it’s restraint. Vash knows desire, he’s just unfamiliar with letting it live in his body, especially around you. He respects you deeply, maybe even reveres you a little, and the idea of you seeing that side of him before you're ready makes him ache with guilt and shame. Not because he thinks it’s wrong - but because he wants it to be right when it happens.
He’s trying his hardest to be discreet as hell. He’ll adjust his coat without a word. Cross his legs. Shift position. Tuck himselfaway from you. He’s got a hundred ways to hide discomfort in plain sight, and unless you’re really tuned into his body language, you’d never know what’s going on.
If you do catch on, he handles it with quiet charm. You raise an eyebrow. He meets your gaze, slightly flushed, lips twitching into a wry smile:“Caught that, huh? …What can I say, you’re just extra beautiful today, Mayfly” He’ll redirect the conversation, distract you from himself, maybe even tease you right back just to shift the power a little - but there’s no hiding the blush in his ears or the twitch of his fingers.
He wants – deeply - but holds back like it’s his second nature. Even when he’s burning up inside, he won’t act on it. Not unless you initiate, not unless you make it clear that you’re ready. He’s so afraid of crossing a line, even unintentionally. So he endures. Quietly. Longingly. He thinks about you at night sometimes. Hates himself a little for it. But the feeling lingers anyway.
If you tease him? You’ll see the real restraint. You lean close, murmur something soft against his ear, your fingers brushing his thigh by accident or design. And he freezes for half a second. Not out of fear - out of restraint. Because he could so easily kiss you. Touch you. Ask for more. But he just breathes deep, tilts his head away, and murmurs:“Careful, sweetheart. I’m not made of stone.” That soft warning? Yeah. He means it.
Later, when things are right, he lets go - but it’s always intentional
When the time comes and intimacy finally unfolds, it’s not frantic or desperate - it’s tender, slow, and reverent. He wants you, and he’s no longer afraid to show it. But you’ll always know: that control, that composure - it was never because he didn’t feel it. It was because he felt it too much.
I KNOW james pants like an animal during sex I KNOW IT!!
Warnings: smut, g/n reader, no descriptions of reader's physiology
James in general doesn’t enjoy being too vocal in bed, so he usually tries to control himself to some degree. When he’s pent up and overstimulated or experiencing too much pleasure, he is letting go of that control and switches to moans and quiet whimpers, and mindless little praises, and whispers of your name. Other than that, yeah, he starts with deep breaths, which quickly turn into him panting louder and louder, his chest pressing to yours making you feel just how labored his breathing is. The fact that he’s borderline a middle-aged man, and an office worker at that doesn’t help his stamina. You enjoy it however, the back of your mind registering how yours and his noises and breathing synchronize, especially when James fucks into you purposefully, deep and hard, pulling his dick out almost entirely, just to plunge back with some added force, both your breathing patters following the same rhythm. Each his exhale accompanied by a moan of yours up until the point either one of you reach the peak.
Warnings: smut, angst, g/n reader, no mentions of reader's body parts.
James totally does! 😈
He tries to remain as quiet and collected as he can, though it’s an impossible task. He whimpers and whispers praises into your ear as he desperately fucks into you. How good you feel, how soft and warm, and tender you are. He’s trying to cling onto the last remnants of his sanity and dignity, but the way your hot slick muscles pulse around his cock as you embrace him so gingerly, giving yourself willingly – this all is affecting him so much, that he cannot help himself. As his thrusts become more and more erratic and your sweet moans caress his ears, he feels hot tears streaming down his cheeks when he finally comes inside you. As the moment of bliss leaves him, he finds himself sobbing into the crook of your neck, still clutching to you like his lifeline, still conjoined. Your hands soothingly caressing him, as you try to bring some consolation, as you try to pour your love onto him.
He feels so good, yet guilt is a constant presence on his mind. He feels it clutching to him. This time he won’t mess it up, won’t he?
For the James smut asks, I wouldn't mind your list of what kinks you think he has
Heck yeah nonnie, I sure can do that!
Warnings: smut, impact play, a bit of unhealthy sexual behaviours
James Sunderland kinks headcanons:
Praise/Humiliation kink: to you, he’s always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. He’s attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good you’re making him feel, how great you’re taking it or how fucking ready he’s to do anything you want. For him, he’ll enjoy either. Taking a slap hearing how pathetic he is for oozing pre-cum for you when you barely touched him? Heck yeah. Hearing gentle murmurs calling him “good boy” and how good he fucks you? He’s the happiest man.
Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if you’re on board - he’ll ask for you to do that from time to time when he’s in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. He’d be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe he’ll also be not very knowledgeable about proper BDSM rules, so learning how to do stuff ethically will be on you, unfortunately. It will never delve into something very deep, so just mutual agreement before doing some things, or him asking to do something explicitly + safe word would do. I don’t think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I don’t think he’d ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if you’d ask him to spank your butt - he’d do that and enjoy it.
One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. He’ll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I don’t think he’ll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. He’ll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet he’s enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. It’s the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but you’re so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.
Hiii omg I saw your Vash requests open!! If you feel up to it, could you do a Vash x Reader where maybe reader is an artist? And they get caught drawing Vash and he’s super flustered and stuff, if that isn’t too much like an oc for you!! <3
Hi anon. It's not too much of an OC and I enjoyed writing it a lot
Also, it was a huge fail cause I read your request incorrectly and thought about reader getting super flustered instead.
Soooo umm... we get a lot of angsty pining from reader and happy oblivious Vash instead, I'm sorry 😅
Also, it's a first ficlet I written in a few years 😓
Warnings: none except heavy pining
Word count: 756
Drawn to you (Vash x reader)
The fire snapped gently in its pit, casting a warm, flickering halo around your little camp. The desert wind whispered low, soft enough not to disturb the fragile stillness that had settled over you both.
Vash sat across from you, long legs stretched out, his chin dipped into a collar of his red coat. His head leaned slightly to one side, golden hair tousled by the breeze, face caught half in shadow. He wasn’t quite asleep. But he wasn’t here, either. His gaze was turned toward the horizon, somewhere far, far away.
You held your breath and reached for your bag.
Your pencil barely whispered as it moved across the paper. His face was taking shape beneath your hand again—second time this week, fifth time this month, god knows how many times in your head. You told yourself it was for practice. That you were just studying expressions, light, anatomy. Though, it was just a silly excuse for the way your heart twisted every time his smile faltered, or his eyes lost focus, or he made himself look smaller and smiled with that practiced easy smile to some random townsfolk.
You told yourself it was just idle sketching—shapes, shadows, the way the light caught the line of his jaw. But then your hand kept moving. His jawline. The slight slope of his nose. That mop of blonde hair, neighboring with black as it went closer to his neck.
You were halfway through the shape of his mouth—so familiar now, full of unspoken things—when you felt his eyes moved swiftly from somewhere distant straight to you.
Your pencil stopped, just as your breath did.
Vash was turned halfway toward you now, one brow lifted, a smile creeping in a feline manner at the corner of his lips. The firelight danced in his eyes.
“What’cha working on?” he asked, voice bright and curious.
Panic bloomed in your chest. “Oh—nothing! Just doodling.” You tried to angle the sketchbook away from him, but you weren’t fast enough.
He was already there—scooting closer on quiet feet, kneeling beside you in the sand before you could blink. Your throat felt absolutely dry as you tried to speak out before he drew his conclusions first.
“I mean,” you said, doing your best to sound nonchalant, “I just like sketching stuff. People. You were sitting still… It was convenient…” Words felt like child-like gibberish as soon as you let them out.
Fuck. You shouldn’t have drawn him.
You knew better. You always knew better.
It wasn’t just the way you drew his face, undoubtedly with the highest attention to the details, the way you accentuated the glimmer in his eyes, even though all you had was a pencil and a thick piece of eraser that felt clumsy and too big in your hands. It was what he meant to you—what he had started to become. And putting that on paper, even with shaky hands and unfinished lines… it felt like a confession.
And now he was looking at it.
“Wow! You really don’t give yourself enough credit! You made me look so peaceful,” he said, oblivious and excited. “Did I really just sit with such a funny look on my face long enough for you to draw me?”
You nodded, heat creeping up your neck. “You did. You look like that when you don’t think anyone’s watching.”
Vash chuckled, looking at the drawing again, then at you. “Can I…have it?” he asked, almost shy. “Or… maybe you could draw me again sometime?”
Relaxed by his overall attitude, you finally managed to take your breathing under control as you nodded. “You can have it.”
Because it was easier to give him a sketch than your heart.
His hand brushed yours as he took the paper. For a second you felt the warmth of his skin, and it lit a fire in your chest that hurt to hold back. He grinned at you, childlike and wide-eyed, like he didn’t know what he was doing to you.
Maybe he didn’t.
And maybe that was safer.
Because if he did know—if he saw how you looked at him when he wasn’t looking, if he read every line of your sketch like a line from love letter you were too afraid to write—what would he do?
Would he smile?
Would he pull away?
Or… would he kiss you?
You didn’t ask. You didn’t dare.
You just watched him tuck the sketch into his coat like it mattered.
Now I'm curious how a convo with James discussing bdsm limits & boundaries. I just imagine Wii music playing in his head, not even fully paying attention 😆
ahahahaha nonnie I’m cackling 🤣🤣
In all honesty I think yeah, it would be a pretty uncomfortable talk, almost to the level of the birds and the bees one 🐝
He’ll be a bit flustered and shy to answer some of your questions. I’m sure he’s never had any actual discussion about sex related issues, more so talking about kink stuff, which is something he was always just doing in the process without pondering on it much.
But conversing? Nah. He’d listen and nod, saying something like “If you think that’s necessary, then let’s do it your way” and yeah, it may look like it all went over his head, but later James would probably get his notebook and write down everything he can remember with bullet points and some little schemes to grasp these novel for him concepts.
I kinda wanna cuck james. Make him watch me get fucked by another guy. Humiliate him. Idk. He's so pathetic I bet he'd cry 😮💨
Warnings: dub-con, chuck holding
I wanted to write something smutty, but I honestly think that yeah, James may cry tbh. He gives the old school monogamous type of person and though I feel like he can have some self-hatred and some self-sabotaging tendencies, he won’t enjoy sharing a partner with someone. I don’t think he’ll stop you if you refuse to reconsider. He’s not really vocal about such stuff, so James would avoid the confrontation and go with the flow, even if this would crush him and will sour the relationship. He’ll keep his feelings to himself for as long as he can. He may not look like he’s suffering in the process, but he’ll either sit in there with a stone face, disassociated or hide his face in his palms. He is a pathetic man after all.
ok was just thinking. about vash + breeding kink 😳
Vash didn’t know that he even had a breeding kink, until you once told him after witnessing him playing with local kids, that he’s very cute with kids and you think he’d be a great dad.
When you went to your hotel room, Vash almost attacked you, pressing hot kisses to your lips and neck, guiding you to the bed.
You were really surprised since it was the first time you’ve seen Vash being so domineering, but it also excited you and you let him have his way with you. Once he bottomed out and thrusted into you a few times, he pulled you closer to himself, putting you hands on his shoulders and pulling your hips up, holding you in his hands, his movements became more rough and he began whispering into your ear that he wants to breed you and make sure he puts a baby in you , he was grunting and panting loudly, saying he wants you to make him a dad, telling you he wants to stuff you full with his cum. Looking into your eyes and awaiting your permission, he groaned loudly after seeing you nod at him. Soon you felt his cock pulsing inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. You were close as well, being fucked like this by the sweet and usually very gentle Vash, that you came almost instantly after him. “Hmmm so you want to be a dad that much? I’ll need to compliment you in your child handling skills more often then” you smiled at him, while a huge blush appeared on his face, after he came down from his height, slowly realising what just happened 💖
