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it’s been two days since nicholas and vash returned.
well, two nights and one day, technically, but it all seems to bleed together—the seconds since the two crept through the door at midnight passing slow and sticky-sweet like honey. half the day following their homecoming was spent asleep, just a pile of tangled limbs and warm skin together in your shared bed, and the remaining hours had been spent in that same place as well—though your activities had been far from restful. your body is left tender and heavy and tired as you make up for the day’s work you’d neglected, but those aches are sweet too in their own way; a reminder as sure and tangible as any that your boys are home.
the day is hot, like most days are on the little homestead where you dwell, and the sun beats down on you oppressively from overhead. at the clothesline, you find some reprieve hiding in the shadows cast by the sheets you’re hanging out to dry, catching in the warm breeze and fluttering as it passes. you’ve got a few more pieces of bedlinen to hang waiting in the basket at your feet, freshly washed and then wrung out until they were a manageable degree of sopping, and you wipe the sweat from your brow before you stoop down to reach for the next one in the pile.
on the front porch, nicholas watches your every move from his favourite rocking chair. you feel his eyes on you even when your back is turned to him.
“hey,” you call back to him dryly, turning and squinting against the brightness as you peer across the yard in his direction. he perks up when you acknowledge him, a brow drawn up in question. “you gonna help me with this? or at the very least pay for the show?”
nicholas stands, laughing a little at your lip, and hops off the edge of the raised porch to saunter over to you at the clothesline.
“pay for the show?” he asks, dipping down so he’s near to you under the brim of your sunhat. his nose is almost brushing yours, so close you think he might even kiss you, but suddenly he snags the next blanket from the wash basket and slinks back again. he shoots you a pointed look as he unfurls the sheet, something akin to a scowl though not quite as severe. “with what money?”
you pucker your lips slightly. he’s not wrong—the purse you keep tucked safely away in the back of your chest of drawers has gotten dangerously light these days—but he doesn’t need to say it like that.
“i can’t believe he blew another fucking job for us,” nicholas mutters with a derisive tch as the two of you work to fasten the wide cotton bed sheet to the line; stretching it out between your bodies until the full width separates you. you struggle to keep it secure as the damp edges flap in the wind.
you clip your side of the linen down with a clothespin, and then hand him another from the edge of your apron so that he can do the same. he takes the pin without comment, his rough fingers brushing yours as they close around it and pluck it from your grasp.
“you know how he is, nico,” you say quietly, as you have many times in the past. “vash sees the best in people. he just wants to help them.”
“you can’t help wanted criminals,” nicholas bites sharply, pinning his side of the sheet down with an undue amount of force—the rest of the line bouncing lightly from how he’d jostled the length of cord.
you pause.
“we did.”
he huffs, shooting you a resentful look—half-guilty and half-frustrated, all because he knows you’re right.
“that’s different,” he murmurs.
“it’s not,” you counter, the wind lifting the edge of your skirt as it blows past, your eyes remaining unwaveringly fixed to his.
nicholas lets out a weary sigh to be caught and swept away by the breeze, rubbing at the back of his tanned neck as his body slackens in defeat. he stoops down and reaches for the next sheet in the basket.
the two of you work side by side in silence for a while, emptying the basket and filling up the clothesline. there’s nothing around you but the sound of the midday wind whistling through the valley, just the silence you’ve grown used to now after so long. vash went into town that morning to run some errands, so as it stands you and nicholas are the only people around for miles.
“i’ll look for some more jobs in town to help make ends meet,” you say as you reach up with another clothespin in hand and secure the hem of one of your nightdresses down against the twine of the line. you reach over and do the same to the other side, angling into nicholas’ space as he holds the garment safely in place. “not like there’s any shortage of bullet wounds to patch up around here.”
nicholas catches the brim of your hat between his fingers, tilting it back so he can stare you clearly in the face.
“you’re not going around stitching up strange men,” he says firmly, something possessive and protective in his staunch, unswayable tone. “that’s the rule.”
you huff, your nose scrunching in a weak glare. it’s a rule you'd set for yourself years ago, long before nicholas stumbled into your life: you only tend to the medical needs of the town’s women, no exceptions. this guiding principle is as much for your own sake as it is for theirs, but the local women aren’t the ones running around getting shot in the first place, so while the rule is one that you’ve operated under for as long as you’ve been taking on odd doctoring jobs, lately it’s been holding you back—money’s never been this tight, so there’s never been a reason to change it, but things are different now.
“the girls don’t need me much these days,” you mumble softly, and it’s true: since you started helping more and more of the women in town (beyond just big annie’s working girls,) their overall wellness has improved significantly, which consequently means they don't need to see you nearly as much. “i’ve been taking good care of them.”
nicholas smiles then, a crooked, fond expression—as proud as it is warm. “yeah, you have.”
he lets his grip on your hat fall and leans away, and you do the same—stepping back around to the other side of the basket where you’d started. nicholas snags a cigarette from the holder he keeps on him at all times and pinches it between his lips, then starts fumbling around his pockets for a match.
you look out at the property around you; your little house on one side of the yard, the stable on the other, with the old well pump poised halfway in-between. you’re insulated from the worst of the heat and the elements in this little valley just outside of town, craggy rock formations stretching in a ring around your little homestead, protected on every side. you’ve even got a few meagre patches of green down here, beyond all the brush and bramble.
it’s not much but it’s something; it’s yours and it’s home.
you turn to your husband, still digging around in his pockets for a match, and you pluck his sad little cigarette from his lips unceremoniously. nicholas looks down at you in surprise, finding you suddenly toe-to-toe with him again. this time you’re softer. this time you’re gentler as you intrude upon his space.
“we’ll make it work, nico,” you say to him with fluttering lashes and a tender gaze, tilting your face up towards his. you fiddle with the cigarette idly, watching the way the gold band on your finger glints in the sunlight. his eyes never stray from your face. “just like we always do.”
“hey!”
both you and the dark-haired man before you’s eyes snap to the other side of the valley at the loud, excited greeting that echoes through the yard. at the top of the beaten dirt path that leads in the direction of town, vash is approaching on horseback. he’s waving his arms overhead, moving at a quick canter like he’s eager to get to you.
nicholas laughs under his breath at the sight. he steals his cigarette back from your still outstretched hand, tucking it quickly behind his ear, and his hand finds the small of your back. the two of you make your way towards the edge of the property to meet vash upon his arrival, watching as his mare paws at the ground when her rider pulls the reins to a stop.
“what’s all this?” you ask, your eyes tracing curiously over the array of goods that vash has hanging from his saddle. there’s food—you see some local vegetables and jars of pickles and jam—and a bolt of cloth that you can make out right away. he’s hours later returning home than you expected him to be when he departed that morning, and clearly he’d been busy.
vash hops down from his saddle, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and then another to nicholas’s.
“what the hell have you been up to?” nicholas asks warily, his lips pulled into a thin line as he scrubs at the spot on his cheek vash had kissed—as though you aren't all perfectly aware of the pleased flush staining the tips of his ears. nicholas has every reason to be wary: vash hadn’t taken much money into town with him, just enough for the few errands he had to run, certainly not enough to explain the splendours he’d returned with.
“you know all the old ladies who sit outside the general store playing bridge?” the blonde asks, his eyes bright behind the lenses of his glasses as he ruffles his untidy hair. “well, one of them stopped me when i was leaving town and asked if i could help put one of her shutters back on since it blew off in that storm last week! once that was done, another one asked if i could look at her well pump because it’s been squeaking so much lately and too hard to turn. i helped out a couple other people while i was in town too! i told them they didn’t have to, but they kept giving me stuff when i was done.”
you feel a smile tug at your lips, peeking over at nicholas beside you to gauge his own reaction. his expression is flat, but you can tell he’s just as amused as you are.
“oh!” vash perks up, his eyes wide. he reaches into the saddle bag and pulls out the bolt of blue fabric you’d been appreciating a moment prior. “this isn’t from them though, it’s from that young couple who live above the post office.”
you know the couple he’s referring to well. they’d just had a baby a few months before, and you’d helped the young wife through her pregnancy and caught the baby when labour finally came. it was a little boy, no bigger than a loaf of bread the first time you’d held him, that they’d named samuel.
“sammy’s getting big”—vash grins, squishing his own cheeks a little bit with his hands—“super cute and chubby too. they wanted you to have this to say thank you.”
he passes the fabric to you, and you cradle the tightly-wound bundle into the crook of your arm like it’s precious—because it is.
the things vash brought home aren’t enough to live off of indefinitely, but it’s something to help you get by for another little while—at least until another bounty comes through for the boys, or until another mother needs your hand to hold through the quickening of labour.
it’s something.
it’s enough for now.
you shoot nicholas a little smirk and he rolls his eyes at your blatant self-satisfaction, at your smugness that you’d been right about finding a way to get by. he looks over at vash who’s watching you both with expectant eyes, waiting eagerly (though perhaps unconsciously) for praise.
after a moment, nicholas plops a hand down into vash’s hair, ruffling it affectionately.
“good job,” he murmurs wryly, removing his hand and pressing a fleeting kiss to the crown he’d just been mussing. vash’s cheeks go pink and pretty at the gesture, teeming with pride. nicholas looks over at you next. “you too, kid.”
you smile, not as brilliant or beaming as vash’s, but with a happiness that’s every bit as sincere.
summary: walking through the deserts of No Mans Land, you encounter an odd creature in the sand
the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3
warnings/tags: none, cute vash plushie rights!!!
A/N: im so sorry i just love this lil mf plushie bro im so excited when they ship them out ohmygodngklsdnfnsf also imagine small vash plushie being your companion sTOPPPP HE'S ADORABLEE
when you had first started traversing the sandy plains of the deserts of No Man's Land, you thought about the people you may run into, both known and unknown
"HELLOO!!!" A squeaky voice shouted.
Well, you had thought of "people" at first...
The....thing stared up at you, its tiny plushie hands waving around to get your attention, a cute little red poncho covering him like a blanket and blue beady stitched eyes looking at you in wonder. This..plushie? oddly looked like your crush, the infamous human typhoon, the one you hadn't seen in the last two years.
"H-Hello?" You stuttered out in disbelief as you crouched down, the cowboy hat you wore covering your eyes from the blinding suns, giving it the needed shade to observe the small thing. "How'd you get all the way out here?"
The little guy did a cute small twirl in place before running up to you "Thank god!" He said, his voice more high pitched than you had expected it to be "I thought I was gonna be stranded out here! Oh thank you!"
You couldn't help but cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the adoration you had for the cute poor thing.
lOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD
He was so small and so.. "Oh my god you're adorable!" You gasped out as you put both of your hands out, the little plushie climbing up and onto your hand and into your palm.
"I was originally in a box with other plushies but.. I was the only one that was able to talk and move!" He chirped out "But when the truck was driving, I accidentally fell out..." He sighed animately, his small pudgy shoulders drooping down.
You tilted your head in curiosity, who the hell was mass producing Vash as a plushie? You wondered what Vash would've thought about this. To the thought of your former friend, you somberly smiled at the plushie "Hey, if you want, you can come with me, if that's okay. It'd be pretty mean to leave you out here little guy." The two nibs of his arms flew up to his mouth "R-Really?! Oh I would love that!" You giggled as he jumped up and down. But you came to a bit of a dilemna.
"Now...Where am I gonna put you?" You thought out loud, before another thought came to you "Do you get hot or anything like that? Or do you just not feel the heat?"
The plushie shook its head "Not really! It just feels really warm!"
"Oh good.." You breathed.
Now, where could you put him....Oh! You looked down to your chest to see the small pocket of your shirt "Maybe here?"
You put your hand up to the pocket of your shirt and... 'Vash' jumped in, rustling around before his head poked out and the nibs of his hands held the top of the pocket.
"Perfect! Now let's go!" You smiled out before fixing the bag on your shoulder and restarting your stride through the dry sand.
✧Pairing✧: Knives x f!Reader
✧Content✧: orgasm denial, reader is desperate, teasing, Knives loves to watch reader squirm.
✧W/C✧: 210 words
Knives has you straddling his hip, fingers digging deep onto your waist while his dick glides against the outside of your weeping cunt. The both of you moaning and panting, but he loves how you're an absolute mess over him.
He's denied your orgasms multiple times, refusing to penetrate you. Tears flowed freely from the corner of your eyes, his cock rubbing against your clit being too much. His hands reach up to cradle your face, his fingers wiping away the tears.
"You poor human, not getting what you want, are we?" you shake your head, no, in response, but he still denies you the relief you desperately seek from him. "you think you deserve this cock? I love refusing your needy pussy, becoming a complete mess while begging for this dick." he brings your face closer to his lips and whispers. "the thought of your denied pleasure makes this particular moment delicious."
Before you have time to react, he bucks up, and his cock forcefully penetrates you completely. The shock of being full suddenly makes you scream in pleasure. He groans and stills for a few minutes, lips still so close to your ear. "but feeling your needy cunt, soft and wet around me, makes it even more delicious."
I just read the jealousy drably you posted and I already really enjoy your writing! I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and I was wondering if we could get a part 2 of sorts with comforting and loving Vash after realizing the situation made him a bit upset/ jealous. Whether you write it or not, I can’t wait to see your further work 👍
i decided to throw these two requests together!
Part 1
pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader
warnings: a bit of angst, vash cries, wolfwood is kind of a jerk
notes: yeah- part 2 so soon for you babes. ily all! he one bed trope is kinda weak here so i think i might write another drabble or fic later because I love that trope. also is this a little too long to be a drabble? idk
Vash
Your eyes flicker to the man beside you for a moment. He’s not looking at you- no his eyes are conveniently tracing every other thing in this room but you. His blue eyes refuse to land on you, no matter how much you try to intercept his vision. You briefly wonder how long he can look at the same lamp before getting bored, but your sarcastic thoughts are cut short when he finally speaks up.
“I’ll switch with Meryl-” Vash says suddenly causing your eyes to widen in confusion.
What is going on with him?
Sure this room only has one bed. Yeah it’s a little awkward, but it’s never been such a big problem before. In fact, you have been traveling with Vash for so long that it has happened multiple times before and has never been this big of a deal! You thought the two of you were close enough that something this small wouldn’t matter- but apparently you were wrong.
Actually, Vash has been acting like this for a little over a week now. He’s been avoiding your gaze, not talking to you, and even refusing to joke around like he once did. Every time you try to approach him, it feels like he’s putting up this wall to keep you away. Even the others have started to notice. Wolfwood has been giving the two of you curious glances, and he’s kinda bad at picking up on that stuff.
You’re honestly starting to get tired of it- he’s given you no explanation about why he’s suddenly distant, and it’s beginning to really hurt. You aren’t just close with him, you’re pretty much in love with him. You have been for a long time- and while you don’t mind staying friends, it hurts more than anything to have him push you away this far.
“Don’t bother.” You finally answer after a moment of silence. “They won’t switch with either of us- they did this on purpose.” You explain throwing your bag into the corner of the room. Vash flinches at this- and you sighand take a deep breath.
Another awkward silence fills the room, and you find yourself staring at him as he avoids your gaze again. His eyes shoot over to you for only half a second before they go back to that stupid lamp. A deep anger starts to bubble up in your chest. You don’t like getting mad at him. You barely ever do. But right now? He’s hurting you. Every time he looks away, every time he ignores you, it makes your heart sting.
You can’t even think of a reason why he’s doing this! It all started a week ago after a night at the bar. You went to grab everyone some drinks, and when you came back Vash was gone. When you asked, Wolfwood just shrugged and told you he went to bed. After that? Nothing.
“Which side do you want?” You ask, trying desperately to get anything out of him. Vash just shrugs. “I’ll take the floor.” He says without even turning to you.
Your heart sinks. What have you done? You don’t understand.
“What is going on with you?” You suddenly ask, a little angrier than you mean to be. You can see a change in his body immediately. He goes rigged- tense. “What do you mean?” He asks. You sigh and slump down onto the bed- resting your head in your hands. “You’ve been quiet- too quiet. Every time I try to talk to you, you find some excuse to walk away. You won’t sit next to me in the car. You refuse to even look at me-” You cut yourself off, feeling tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “What did I do?”
He looks over at you with wide eyes. It’s the first time he’s looked at you in days, and now you can see that something is very wrong. His eyes are dark- his face is pale. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
Oh.
You’re so stupid. All this time you’ve been so hurt by him ignoring you, you haven’t really paid attention to him. This isn’t about you, or maybe it is, but there’s obviously something deeper happening here. There’s something really wrong.
“You didn’t do anything. I-” He starts to explain- but can’t seem to get it out. He turns away from you again. “It’s me.” He finally concludes. In the moonlight from the window you can see his shoulders shake slightly.
“Oh Vash…” You immediately get up and reach out for his arm, he doesn’t stop you. You grab him and pull him close, hugging him tightly. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t hug you back for a second- his body stiff. Eventually though, his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close. The hug feels normal- like you’ve done it a thousand times before. And to be fair- you have.
“The other day at the bar…that guy was flirting with you.” Vash murmurs, and your eyes widen. That silly random doctor? He was a bit funny yes- but you only were talking to him because you felt a little cornered. You don’t even remember what that guy looks like. “I saw you laughing- and I just got so jealous.”
Your heart flutters softly. He was jealous?
“And…I just kept thinking that I have no right to feel that way. I have no right to think of you that way. Everyone around me always gets hurt, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He’s crying as he explains this, light tears dripping from his cheeks onto your shoulder. “But I can’t help but be selfish. You’re more than my best friend I…” he trails off choking up. “I love you.”
You feel your breathing stop for a moment. The room goes eerily quiet. The onlys pounds you can hear are his soft sobs, and your heartbeat. You tighten your hold on him, so he can’t even try to pull away. “I…I love you too.” You admit softly.
“But-”
“No. I love you too. You can’t…you can’t do this to yourself. You can’t force yourself to be isolated from the world. I don’t want you to push me away- I don’t care what your reasoning is.” You cling to him as you speak. “I want to be by your side. Please let me.” You beg softly.
His arms tighten around you too, and he shoves his face into your hair, still crying quietly. You rub his back with your hand, and murmur soft words into his skin until he calms down. Soon, the two of you are just holding each other in the moonlight.
“Okay.” is all he says, pulling away. He’s smiling down at you through red eyes, and it’s the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen. “I promise, I won’t push you away ever again.”
You reach your hand up to his cheek, and he turns his face to kiss your palm lightly. The two of you stare at each other for a second. “I’ll take the left side.” he breaks the moment with a playful grin and you giggle.
The rest of the night is spent cuddling and talking about your feelings. The only tears shed after that are happy tears.
Wolfwood
Despite having a romantic dance at a random bar (and yes, Wolfwood is a surprisingly good dancer) the next day things go back as they always are. Actually, things feel a little bit worse even. After weeks of trying to break down Wolfwood’s ridiculously high walls, you were finally granted a pleasant evening in his arms- only to immediately be cussed at for sitting a little too close to him in the car the next day.
It’s not like you were sitting on his lap either! All you did was softly press your leg up against his, because Vash was once again thrashing in his sleep- and he pushed you over and grumbled for you to get back in your own fucking seat. Charming right?
Things kept getting worse after that. You two started bickering more. You both started to refuse to talk to each other at some point, forcing poor Vash to be your messenger(he was not a fan of telling you to fuck yourself for Wolfwood). You even got into a tiny argument over directions, that resulted into a bigger argument about how utterly useless you are. (Which definitely did not make you cry that night)
The others in the group were starting to get really fed up with the two of you.
Which is how you ended up here- standing in the hallway to your tiny hotel room with Wolfwood staring at you from the doorway. He looks over to the single bed in the room, and glares at you. “This is my room.” he says matter of factly, putting his Punisher down against the wall.
“No, I’m pretty sure this is my room.” you respond, crossing your arms.
“One second.” He huffs disappearing out into the hallway. You wait a moment, staring at where he once was with a frown. When he comes back he looks like he’s considerably more angry. “Apparently- it’s our room.” He mumbles shoving past you.
Your eyes widen a bit, but you’re not as surprised as you should be. Meryl is sneaky when she wants to be.
There’s some shuffling behind you, and you turn to see Wolfwood grabbing some pillows and throwing them on the ground. He’s got a look on his face that’s not quite a frown. It actually looks more anxious than anything. It makes your own anger fall.
“What are you doing?” You ask tilting your head as he messes with his floor pillows. “I’m sleeping on the ground.” he tells you, looking up for only a split second. You notice that there’s a sucker in his mouth that’s almost completely gone- it’s his second one in the past hour. He must be stressing over something.
“No you’re not.” You sigh and lean down to pick up his pillows. He catches your wrist softly, stopping you. “Yes I am.” he argues back. His grip is nothing short of respectful, so soft that you actually don’t even think of pulling away. “No, I won’t let you.” you shoot back, making him roll his eyes.
“What’re you gonna do? Force me to sleep on the bed?”
“Actually yeah- I am.”
“Oh? And how are you gonna do that Angel?”
The nickname makes you perk up a bit. It’s been a couple of days since he called you that. Maybe this means the stick up his ass is finally gone?
“Just sleep in the damn bed Wolfwood-”
“I don’t want to-” He growls, glaring at you once again. His look seems to say ‘Stop pushing me’, but you’ve never been so good at obeying warnings. So you grab his pillow and yank it away from the floor. “Too bad!” You yell, trying to throw the stupid thing back onto the bed. He stops you by yanking the pillow back towards him.
The two of you stop and glare at each other, both holding onto the pillow like children. The stare off goes on until you finally give up, sighing. “Look, if you don’t want to sleep next to me that bad- I’ll sleep on the floor.” You mumble, your chest suddenly feeling very tight.
“That’s not it…”
“ Don’t argue with me. You carry around that stupidly big cross all day- wait what?”
Your eyes meet his, and he looks down at the floor. There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks, so faint you can barely see it. “I said that’s not it. It’s not that I don’t wanna sleep next to ya…” He lets go of the pillow with a sigh, and fishes into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. In silence, he places it into his mouth and lights it.
“Then what’s the problem?” You ask a little confused. If that’s not what his issue is then what is it? Does he think you don’t want to? You’ve made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t mind! So what’s his deal?
“The problem is....” He starts looking at you as he breathes some smoke out. “I want to.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at him. “Oh.” is all you can say as your cheeks flush red. He wants to? He wants to sleep with you? He wouldn’t be this upset if he meant platonically right? He’s definitely hinting at something right? His cheeks are a bit red too
“Me too…” you finally admit after. He laughs at your words and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah I figured. You were pretty aggressive about getting me into bed.” He mumbles playfully leaning down to pick up the pillow, and throws it over onto the bed. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth twist upward.
After a few moments of silence, he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry for being an ass recently. I just…I don’t know how to deal with this stuff.” He mumbles looking down into your eyes. “It’s okay Nick…We can take it slowly. We can figure it out as we go…” you reply softly. He smiles down at you. “You’re too good for me.”
And then, he kisses you. It’s so soft, and so careful. His lips are only against yours for a moment before he pulls away. “Let’s get some rest.”
small a/n: as always let me know if you see any typos- i only have someone to beta read my full fics, and i cannot correct my own writing.
You and Meryl hear sounds of vehement shouting and squeaking coming from the vehicle. So you say you will investigate.
There you find inside the vehicle are Vash and Wolfwood. Both with messy hair and Vash has his coat half off. With Wolfwood cussing up a storm to be yanking at the coat to get it off. Obviously, this looks very suspicious.
Turns out Vash had a huge insect crawl into his coat in the back. So Wolfwood is trying to rescue Vash from the invasion.
You open the door to the vehicle for both men to tumble out onto the ground. The insect soon out of the coat and makes a beeline for anywhere else.
It is up to you whether or not you decide to leave them to Meryl's drilling of what the devil they are doing making so much noise for both to try to explain themselves. Or for you to take advantage of the situation and drag either (or both) men back into the vehicle for other reasons that make cars bounce and squeak.
cw: smut, facefucking, knives going through a blooming period, knives is angry you make him feel good, knives is possessive, human reader in knives lair for ambiguous reasons, pent up knives yes
word count: 492
a/n: my first lil drabble, it's a thing- please enjoy [runs away]
The first time you taste his nectar is during a blooming period where he just can’t hold himself back anymore, especially now that you’re around, and so he just forces you on your knees, opening up your shirt to expose your chest to him because heaven forbid you spill a little- and he just practically forces his plantdick down your throat
But he’s just be glaring down at you, almost wincing because how dare it feel so good, how dare a filthy human mouth make Knives feel this good- he cums almost immediately fr fr like and It’s THICK-
And when it hits you, and you taste it on your tongue it’s over, you just feel your mind growing fuzzy, it’s so smooth and intoxicating, you almost forget there’s a Plant glaring down at you. He reminds you he’s still there when he puts his hand underneath your slacking jaw.
“Don’t spill” he grunts, his cold eyes meeting your hazy ones. All you can muster is a weak nod as he’s still deep inside your throat, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes cause it hurts so much but it feels so good.
But that was just the first time in that blooming period, you think he’s going to stop there?
Oh, oh you sweet summer child.
No, he was just surprised at how good your mouth can feel. And now that he knows? Prepare for his hands around the back of your head, tangled in your hair.
The way this man facefucks is unreal, just angry and possessive- CAUSE HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM ACTUALLY FEEL GOOD- He makes you swallow his nectar every time, each time leaving you more and more hazy and drunk on him.
When he finally has none left to spare for that day he just pulls out, makes himself presentable and leaves. He doesn’t care how you look, it’s your fault for even being near him in the first place during his blooming period. Plus, he can’t stand to see the way you look at him, all heart eyes and smiles.
But a blooming period doesn't last for a mere twenty four hours, oh no. And Knives? He has never truly let himself bloom properly, not until you. And now, against all of his better judgement, he finds himself aching for your mouth again.
The next time in that blooming period, he pulls you aside just for him, and he uses your mouth again. And this is almost a routine with you for the rest of the blooming period.
At the end of the blooming period it’s the same as always but when he leaves you this time, it’s with a gift. A cloak like his, just for you. In it is a small inscription in markings you can’t understand, but he can read them. It’s Plant for “My Flower” after all, from now on, you’ll be the only thing he gives his nectar to.
It was perfect. He was perfect. Just standing there and smiling. A real smile of happiness and contentment. Radiating good feelings and thoughts like sunshine. A sculpted individual that was the most attractive soul ever to be found. A heart of priceless starlight. So much to say about the one called Vash the Stampede.
Retha knew now what falling in love felt like. A scary thing to admit to in your head. Much less speak out loud to that special someone. She had loved and lost before. Several times she'd been hurt and broken by uncaring reprobates. With one loving her well and staying with her as a good friend and found family. Said someone being the raven haired man chatting with the smiling blonde. The two all but pantomiming at each other in their zestful chatter. But Retha was very much aware that Vash was priceless perfection. In her soul, she was certain no one else would ever compare. It made her shiver to rub her hands over her arms. Fear and doubt making her wince.
But then Vash turned to look to Retha. His gaze shifting as that smile gained something more. Which Wolfwood snickered over to then nudge Vash over to Retha right away. The blonde fumbling for words before he was in front of the serious brunette. Retha raised an eyebrow to then give Vash a warm half smirk. "Sup. I take it you wanted something from me?" Vash blushed to get that silly giggle he always let out when he was nervous. But then he took Retha by the hand to ask her simply, "Would it be okay for me to kiss you?"
Retha blinked to feel her entire brain stall out in pure shock. Then the warm fuzzy feeling washed in for her to chuckle a rich rumbling purr. Words of warm amusement laced with want and love escaping her lips. "How charming and polite of you to ask. Yes, please." So Vash grinned to wrap his arms around Retha and lift her into his frame. Their hug a good and tight one as Vash placed his lips to Retha's with a soft noise of delight. Another kiss soon given for Wolfwood to rumble a few chuckles of his own. Sounding both amused and pleased as he teased them both with, "Oh get a room you two."
