men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.
“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”
poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.
your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.
he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.
“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”
he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.
he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.
he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.
ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）
I humbly request from thee (inspired by one of your reblogs):
Vash cumming while reader sits on his face
notes: YESSSS I'M SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VISION
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Vash couldn't help it.
He tried, he really really tried.
...
Oh, who was he kidding?
One minute you two were cuddling in your shared room at the inn, the next his cool prosthetic hand was pulling at your plush thigh. With some gentle convincing, your thighs were bracing his face and his cheeks were smushed as he grinned from ear to ear. "Just sit, I'll be fine. I've been through worse than this, don't forget you're dating the Vash the Stamp–!"
You pushed his cheeks closer, cutting him off from his ramble as his tongue stuck out between his teeth. "Juth thit," he said.
So you did as he said and gently lowered yourself onto his face, shivering as his cold nose brushed against you. His tongue set to work lapping and sucking, his hands wrapping around your thighs to grip your ass. He spared no second in getting you to relax, pulling you into him to sit fully (and so he would have better access).
This was one of Vash's favorite past-times, truly; he could lose himself in you, and if he could he would spend the rest of his life underneath you; your smell intoxicated him, the feeling of your thighs around his head excited him, and your cries egged him on. Vash could die like this and he would die the happiest man on Gunsmoke.
You could feel Vash's tongue poking and prodding in you, exploring deep before swirling around your clit. He would suck there for a minute, rubbing the sensitive nerves until they felt fried before snaking back into you and exploring again. More than once you felt his tongue press into you just right, his nose teasing your clit as he dug inside to hit the perfect spot. Your back arched, your hips pressed further into his mouth, and Vash chuckled into you, keeping your hips planted over him by holding onto your ass. He was going to take all you were giving him until you couldn't give anymore.
The sounds from Vash's mouth combined with your moans were obscene. Slurps and smacks intertwining with hah's and fuck's became a symphony to Vash's ears, and he was the conductor. If his tongue went further inside, he got a breathy "Oohh, fuck." If he nibbled on your clit, he got a "Vash…!"
Vash was already getting hard when this little adventure started, but now he could feel his dick straining against his boxers. It was too tight, too confining, but the pressure was almost good, so Vash began to rut against it. The material kissed the head of his cock just right, the pressure just tight enough, that he began to time his ruts with his tongue in you. His breaths came quicker and quicker as he heard your moans pitch higher and higher. He could feel you squeezing his tongue while he was inside, hardly letting him exit to rub circles on your clit again.
One of your hands was gripping the headboard and the other found Vash's hair and tugged. He felt you clench and a quick "Oh fuck, Vash!" fell from your lips before your thighs were quaking and squeezing his face. Electricity shot from his scalp to his cock as you came, your juices coating his face while one final rut against his boxers sent him over just behind you. He moaned out against your clit and you whimpered against the overstimulation, quickly moving to hover over his face.
The both of you panting, you gazed down to find Vash blissed out, a smile ghosting over his lips. You looked over your shoulder and could see a dark spot slowly spreading over his boxers.
"Vash… did you cum?"
A breathy, "Uh huh."
"I didn't even touch you!" You swung back to look at him, scooting backwards away from his face. He peeked an eye open, still smiling, and said, "You didn't have to."
"You seriously got off just from eating me out?"
"Yeah," he grinned. You felt his hands pawing at your legs and ass again as he said, "Now c'mere. I gotta clean up the mess I made."
All Vash the Stampede versions x G! (Reader) (98’ Anime / Trigun Stampgaze / Trigun Maximum)
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Mostly Smut and lovey fluff, some angst melded in as well.
Note: This is my first set of headcanons for Trigun because I have a lot of pent up feelings for the series, and it's been a long time since I actually wrote anything fandom related, so here it goes. (Also I'm very much a Vash simp so expect a lot more of him!)
Enjoy! <3
All Vash Universes
For starters, All versions of Vash adore and respect you with the utmost certainty. Never in his 100+ years did he ever think someone out there would give their undivided attention to him, much less reciprocate any kind of romantic desire.
That being said, he also has so much turmoil and trauma that has followed him everywhere, so he’s a bit slow going in the first moments you are together.
He’s not going any further than initial words until you assure him that you want him 1000%. He doesn’t want to be the first one to shift the relationship until you give him the command. He’s got all the time in the world to wait if he has to. Only going as far as you’re comfortable with.
Vash adores you no matter what you look like! He’s not one to ever think any kind of body type is better than another. He’s happy that someone just wants to hold him close and let him enjoy the sentiment of physical and emotional closeness.
He won't push you into anything you don't feel 100% comfortable doing. Man can be kinky AF or vanilla AF if that's all you want to do.
Vash is nothing but selfless when it comes to wanting to make you feel good. Be it his hands, his mouth, everything he has to offer you a sense of euphoria, he’s willing each and every time. And he won’t stop until he feels like you’re fully satiated. His needs can be met another time, your needs always come first. (But please do not neglect this poor man! He’s deserving of royal treatment too!)
Vocal AF! But each one is a bit different in their vocal stims and reactions. But make no mistake, you could spend hours learning all the different mewls, moans and growls he makes.
Will keep you and him a secret, or at the very least, be very quiet about your relationship because of the dangers. The last thing Vash wants is for you to be found out by anyone who is after him, so don’t expect a lot of PDA if at all. (even though it aches to not be able to touch you 24/7)
98’ Anime
~ Playful and Endearing
This man is a horn dog on the outside, we see it plenty, however once you both finally have your clothing off and he has full clarity of what’s going on…oooh boy does he get real shy real quick.
He’s not going to back out of wanting to make you feel loved, he just needs some re-assurance that it’s *him* you really want, and not just being a tease.
Allow some time for visual foreplay, He loves to just map out your body. He finds every inch of you beautiful, scars, folds, curves, birthmarks and moles! Of course he feels differently about himself, but give him the same reassurance and he’s a happy man.
He’s very playful in his physical foreplay. Finding spots on your body that are ticklish, and will wiggle his fingers around until you push them away.
Loves to pepper kisses all over your lips, face and neck. He just loves how you sound each time. Do it to him as well! He’s full on blushing and giggling with every press of your lips to him!
I like to think he’s a bit more jokey/goofy sometimes in bed, not so much that it dampens the mood, but c’mon! This guy uses humor to mask out his pain, so he’s going to make quips every now and then to ease the fear that still lingers in the back of his mind.
I would say the most submissive of the trio. He’s willing to take on the dominant role if you prefer, but he’s someone who likes to give in to being controlled more often than not. Man has been having to make hard decisions all his life, let him have a break by being a good boy. He LOVES it!
Loves it when you ride him, pin him down and hold his hands above his head. He’s a full on mess because he wants to touch you sooooo badly but he’s also a good pup who listens to your commands. No touch means no touch!
Also, please ride this man’s face! Honestly it’s his favorite position, and it’s the one instance where he turns the tables and has you begging for mercy!
Whines a lot…Whines when he’s fully inside you. Whines when you expertly touch him. That’s his go to sound, and trust me…he’s very vocal with it.
“Mayfly pleeeeease I wanna make you feel good too!”
He’s slow with his thrusts at first. He doesn’t want to break you, so he doesn’t push hard or too fast… but he hits deep.
Prefers to have you pressed against him the whole time, unless you’re riding him. He’s one to want to feel every shake and tremble of your body as he brings you closer to your climax.
Definitely says a lot of dirty things. Sometimes they don’t always hit the mark, but it makes you laugh when he tries…so that’s a win in his book.
“Oh Mayfly, you look so pretty taking my fat cock don’t ya?” “That’s it…fucking ride me like an erratic Tomas!” “What?” “Errr— I mean…uhh…fuck me..?”
Definitely the kinkiest of them. But he’s never one to push anything on to you if you don’t feel 100% behind it. He might ask again later on in the relationship, but if it’s a no, then its a no.
He lets out deeper purrs when he climaxes. He can’t control it, and he was genuinely embarrassed the first time he did. But you let him know you find it adorable and really hot, so he happily lets it out.
Says “I love you” the most out of all three. He’s saying it before, during and after sex. And of course he means it every time!
Cuddles like you’re going to slip away any moment if he isn’t skin to skin everywhere!
Also, he sometimes cries when he sees your naked form sleeping comfortably. Something about you being so trusting to have him next to you at night in the comfort of his gaze. He's blessed.
He’s also the clingiest of the three. Once he is for sure in love with you, it’s damn hard to get him off you. In public he’s more discreet with a quick stroke against your lower back when he walks past you, or his fingers lingering a bit longer on yours when handing you something. Anything lowkey so you both don’t look suspicious.
Stampgaze
~ Hesitant And Passionate
He’s not sure at first if he can even fathom that you’re giving him any loving attention. This man has been through a lot of hell, so he’s not sure how to reciprocate any kind of physical attention early on.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand it, the man has been alive for a long time. However, he isn’t sure if you’re doing this out of genuine devotion or love, or just being friendly enough to help with carnal needs. (Plant Heat has been a topic for this ‘verse so I’m going with it)
He’s more romantic during sex, but there are times where his goofy side comes out. He has to be a bit more comfortable in your relationship to allow some playfulness to pop through. He feels like if he gets too silly it’ll ruin the mood. it doesn’t.
I believe wholeheartedly that he’s a true Switch. Mostly in the beginning he was all about servicing your every need, and allowing you to take charge during sex. He’s more than happy being a Sub for you, leading him in what feels best for the both of you.
Play with his HAIR! Oh he melts immediately if you run your hands through it. Both in his short and long styles.
He shivers any time you run your fingers along the nape of his neck, and up to his ears. And playing with his earring? He’s whining.
Speaking of– whiny and high pitched moans happen frequently. Anything you do to him sets him off like a siren. Gently tugging his hair? Moaning into your neck. Caressing his stomach and hipbone? Full on whines and gasps.
Seriously Vash is vocal in a full range of low to high pitch, it’s all a game of what sounds are associated with what you do to him.
Loves it when you ride him facing him. Watching you roll your hips and keeping him in place with one hand against the curve of his hipbone, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Oh he’s a goner!
But after a while, this man has no problem flipping the tables and taking charge. He’s still mainly focused on you, but now he gets to play a bit more with what he likes in a dominant position.
Like I said, Stamp! Vash is a true Switch. Once his dominant side is out, he’s holding you down, making you beg and being quite the tease. He enjoys every little sound and movement you make under him, taking his sweet time to draw out and map every touch that makes you tremble.
No matter how many times, or how feral he’s being, he will never not be gentle on the first push of his cock inside you. He’s not going in until after he’s had you cum at least twice however you wish.
Once he’s fully settled inside your warmth, it takes a lot of restraint to not want to fuck you into the mattress. He’s definitely pent up so the mix of adrenaline and hormones has his body screaming to fuck you.
Will go whatever pace you want, but he needs to go deep. Honestly all the Vash’s do, but for Stamp! Vash his plant biology is really kicking him to make it count.
Still very vocal too, but now he’s being more dirty with his words. “you like being fucked like this Mayfly?” “My, how pretty you look coming undone for me.” And a bit deeper in pitch too.
He's very much wanting to make-out in between praises. He's not satisfied unless his lips are making contact with you somewhere and frequently.
His plant pattern starts to glow when he’s about to climax. The first time you saw it happen he felt a bit ashamed, but you gave him reassurance that he looks especially pretty when he does.
“I love you” is more frequent while he’s in the throes of his own climax. He doesn’t say it just because he’s feeling good. He means it, but he’s definitely a bit more reserved because it’s not easy trying to get out how he really feels. Sometimes it takes him being drunk on that moment to let his words finally slip out.
Aftercare is the first thing in his mind immediately after. He’s grabbing towels, water, asking if you need anything. The man just wants to pamper you now after all that.
He’s shy about wanting to cuddle at first. The first few nights he really had no idea how to bring up that he would love to be held by you. So he would just huddle to one side of the bed until you would reach out and pull on his night shirt to tug him closer.
He loves being the little spoon, but facing you so his head is nestled into your chest. Even if you're smaller in stature, he slides himself down so you can wrap your arms around his head. His ear squished to your chest so he could hear your heartbeat.
Will relinquish to being the big spoon if you’re in a dower mood, or pout enough to him that you want to be cocooned in his broad chest. He can’t say no to how cute you look with your cheeks puffed out in frustration.
Always has an arm wrapped around you while you both sleep. He tries to stay awake enough to softly rub little circles on your skin, but the motion slowly knocks him out.
He’s not big into PDA but will be open to a pinkie hold or some other small but meaningful gesture to let you know he’s still attached to you.
Trimax (Trigun Maximum)
~ Reserved and Reverent
Trimax! Vash has so much love to give, but he’s beyond scared of what trials he faces and how it could ever hurt or affect you.
He’s protective in many ways, and that did include keeping you at a distance for quite a long time. Only really allowing you to get so close to him emotionally and physically until the tension was so taught that even the slightest longing look in your eyes snapped his resolve completely.
He treats you like glass at first. So afraid that even the slightest instance of him losing composure would break you.
You have to allow him time to realize that you’re stronger than you look. Given how long you have been caught in the fray of gunfire and share of fights, he knows you’re not helpless, but you're still human. He’s going to worry regardless even when in the private embrace of his arms.
Definitely the most touch starved. He’s over the moon when he gets to even brush his fingers along yours. Will spend the most time just wanting to caress or make-out with you.
He spends a long time just cradling your face in his hands. It’s grounding for him to actually know you’re still there, and he loves how cute you look with your cheeks being squished towards your lips. (If you let him, he likes to gently massage your face too, pressing soft kisses in between.)
Every kiss from his lips and touch of his fingers on your skin is slow, sensual and devoted. No part of your body is left un-attended and loved by him. To Vash, you’re a sacred being in his eyes, and he will make his offerings as he methodically kisses you from head to toe.
He barely asks for anything for himself, the man seriously does not think he’s even deserving of your love, so the first time you show him the same kind of devotion, he’s embarrassed and even a bit ashamed that you see him as beautiful as he is. It’s a slow process getting him to be more open about having any loving treatment just for himself.
Definitely cries quite a bit the first few times you and him make love. That first time you held him tight for a while afterwards, just letting him cherish and truly grasp that what is happening is real for him.
When he makes love it’s not something he takes lightly. He’s fully focused on making sure you’re fully satiated. Every position, movement, and touch from him is precise to what makes you feel like you’re on Cloud 9.
If you want romantic and slow sensual sex, he’s going to kiss you long and passionately with every slow, deep thrust.
If you want him more rough, he’s gripping and pounding you into the bed so hard the springs are breaking underneath.
Loves his hair being tugged on, especially when he’s going down on you. The gentle scratch of your nails in his scalp really gets his blood flowing down there.
Loves loves LOVES holding your hand(s) if they are free. He shivers when he can thread his fingers into yours and clasp your palms together. Man would die if he couldn’t do it!
Gives more breathy and guttural sounds when he’s making love. A few dirty words and praises are sprinkled in when he notices it makes you clench tighter around him.
“Oh— you like it when I fuck you right here don’t you? “Pretty thing, just like that.”
But he also mewls and whines when you take charge of his pleasure. “Mmhaaaaa Mayflyyy— feels so gooood…” "You're gonna make me cum Haaaahhh-!"
This Vash is also a biter. When he’s really in the mood he likes to make a nice mark on your skin to prove that you’re in his possession.
He loooooves cockwarming before and after sex. He could spend hours just having you in his lap, or pinned under him as he cuddles into you with him fully planted inside your soft heat. He’s even fallen asleep like that before, much to your mild annoyance. He apologizes but he isn’t really sorry. Any excuse to stay close to you in the short moments you have.
He takes the longest of all versions to say that he loves you, not that he never wanted to, but God he’s so scared of losing you too that the idea of even saying the words has him mentally spiraling.
But once the first time he says “I love you” escapes his lips, it’s all he is saying, even within the throes of ecstasy he keeps repeating it like a hymn meant only for your ears. “I love you… I love you Mayfly…oh I love you so much—“
He’s not a cuddler…at first. He’s on the edge of wanting to hold you while you both fall asleep, but he’s also someone who has quite a few panic attacks / nightmares, so the idea of him shifting or possibly hurting you in his sleep is a real concern.
The work around was he would happily wrap his coat around you at night, almost like a blanket, but he would sometimes sneak his arm underneath it to rub circles on your shoulder or waist.
Enjoys watching you sleep rather than falling asleep with you. He particularly loves to watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. It’s soothing to him to know you feel enough trust and comfort with him to be able to look so at ease and rested.
PDA is sadly not going to happen until everything is over. Even then, he’s still very adamant about protecting you so it’s very quick and out of sight PDA. A quick peck ok the cheek, or a hand grabbing yours to quickly give it a kiss.
You’d never drank—aside from the occasional glass of wine—never humored the idea of a pill, and most certainly never smoked. The health risks stared you right in the face every time Wolfwood lit up, drag after drag, halfway through his second pack today. Still, though… curiosity was a slow burn.
The groan that left his throat was a low, gravelly rumble—warm and worn, thickened by years of nicotine. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took another pull, and you watched the way the smoke curled at the corners of his lips before being swallowed whole.
You weren’t new to the idea of smoking. Your daddy used to; your mama did soon after your father passed... so it wasn’t a foreign prospect, but rather something you had sworn off. But somehow, your eyes were trained on the cigarette between Wolfwood’s long, practiced fingers. You gulped.
“What’s eatin’ you, sweetheart?” Wolfwood asked, voice cutting through the thick silence like the static on a worn-out radio. Your eyes jumped to his face, catching the slight curve of his grin as you stumbled back to reality.
“Oh, just spacing out,” you lied. “It’s nothing.” You offered a half-smile through a hesitant breath, though your gaze betrayed you, drifting again to the thin column of smoke trailing skyward. Wolfwood cracked a knowing smirk, raising a brow as his thumb tapped the cig, ash falling like dust before the wind caught it.
You caved.
“Mind if I take a puff?” You asked. Wolfwood scoffed, practically beaming with amusement.
“Well, look at that. Didn’t peg you for the curious type,” he drawled, leaning in with that crooked grin, the cig dancing between his fingers like he was teasing it… and you. You scowled, lifting your hand to push him away, though his broad chest barely moved to no surprise. The man chuckled, voice low and smooth. “If you insist, princess.”
Your jaw clenched slightly as you took the cigarette he offered, unsure whether the tenderness in his pass was for your sake, or to preserve the last of his smoke. Either way, you lifted it with bated breath, parted your lips, and inhaled. You allowed the smoke to settle before you immediately found yourself pulling back the moment your breath hitched. Your virgin lungs ceased, and you erupted into a coughing fit, doubling over before you handed it back to the man beside you with an urgent wave. Wolfwood howled in laughter, long fingers rescuing the cigarette while his free hand gave your back a few hearty, amused pats.
“Hell of a first kiss, huh?” he snickered, his smile all wolf and teeth.
As he came down from his fit, and you slowly recovered from the smog you just invited into your lungs, something caught his eye. Something close to ruby red. Wolfwood raised a brow, lifting the cigarette to see the delicate mark left behind. Your lipstick stained clean into the paper… thin, pretty, suggestive. His heart skipped and his jaw went slack before he looked down at you.
You were still laughing softly, breathless in a different way now, wiping at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t even notice the way his gaze lingered on your lips like he was memorizing them like pressed petals… heat curled in his stomach.
“Jeez… how do you do that every day?” You joked, the burn in your lungs making your voice rasp slightly. Wolfwood scoffed, though the usual edge in his reply had dulled.
“I smoke, little lady. You don’t.” But the thrum of his heart betrayed him. His suit suddenly felt tighter, constricting around his chest and neck like a collar. He shifted uncomfortably.
You rolled your eyes and turned to walk ahead, playful and unaware, leaving him to his own thoughts… and your kiss on his cigarette. Wolfwood held it between two fingers a moment longer. It was charming, almost poetic, like a hickey on his habit.
Uncharacteristically, he didn’t want to finish it.
He knelt by the gravel path, dousing the slow burn between rock and dirt. His palm pressed briefly to his eyes… not now. But the thought of your lips, your voice, your pretty voice… fuck.
Wolfwood rose, stuffing the cigarette between his suit jacket and loose button-up. He caught up just as you glanced over your shoulder.
“Wolfwood, c’mon!” You called, flashing him a smile that felt like honey and heat all at once. You walked backwards a few steps, beckoning him over. His smirk curled back.
“Comin’, sweetheart.”
The motel felt impossibly hot.
The air clung to your skin—thick, humid, and humming with tension—as you and Wolfwood tangled together in the low light, limbs wrapped and tugging, bodies pressing closer with every beat. You were hyperaware of everything: the drag of his calloused fingers beneath your shirt, the grip of your thighs around his hips, the way his lips slanted against yours like every kiss was a confession he didn’t want to make out loud.
It was a blur of how you and Wolfwood landed in this situation. Once friends who occasionally shared the presence of on another… maybe shared a chat or two when the road proved tedious.
But now you were perfectly slotted between his legs, straddling him on the edge of the mattress. His knees framed you like a vice, spread wide as he leaned back on his elbows—watching you with half-lidded eyes and a barely-there smirk that made your stomach flip.
Your kisses were reverent and hot, sloppy and unrestrained. You tugged at his dark hair, earning a groan low in his throat, rough and sinful. His head tilted back in surrender, exposing the thick column of his neck, the flex of muscle, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard.
You had reapplied your lipstick not five minutes ago, knowing exactly what you were doing. It smeared now in vivid red against the tan skin of his neck… like you were staking a claim. Your breath hitched as you pressed your mouth just beneath his ear, lips parted, dragging slow and sinful down to the sharp edge of his collarbone. And then—too fast to catch it—you slipped.
Your lips brushed the stark white of his collar. Your breath hitched. The mark left behind was unmistakable—deep red, undeniable. A kiss that would linger long after this moment ended.
“I—shit,” you whispered, starting to pull away, eyes wide as your fingers brushed against the edge of the fabric, ready to wipe the evidence away… but his hands were already there. Large, steady palms grabbed your hips with intent. He pulled you down flush against him, locking you in place with a grunt, his voice cracking like thunder.
“Don’t.” You froze. He looked up at you with something dark swimming in his eyes, reverence, maybe even a little madness. His lips were parted, his jaw slack, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—dangerous and starved.
Then, without warning, his hands slipped down to your hips and flipped you, fast and effortlessly like he’d been waiting for an excuse. You landed on your back against the creaky motel bed, legs draped lazily as they bracketed his own, the mattress bouncing beneath you as you gasped in surprise. His hands didn’t leave you; one stayed planted at your waist, the other sliding into his suit jacket.
He had pulled out a cigarette… the one you tried just a few hours ago. The one you couldn’t finish. You felt your face burn, eyes widening. Your lipstick was still there… faint and smudged near the filter, staring down at you like a mock. He looked down at you from between your knees, heat radiating off him like a furnace. “Y’know,” he drawled, voice thick and low, “I was savin’ this.”
With a click of a lighter, Wolfwood lit the smoke, followed by one smooth inhale. His cheeks hollowed, smoke curled from his mouth in slow spirals as he leaned forward, pressing the cigarette between your lips now. His eyes locked to yours like it was the most intimate thing he’d ever done.
“Hold that for me, angel.” He rasped.
Your lips lazily held the cigarette, hardly inhaling, but the tobacco still held a bitter taste on your tongue. He dragged your shorts down in one slow, torturous motion, eyes fixed on the soaked fabric between your thighs. “Christ…” he breathed, voice shaking slightly as his thumb pressed against your mound. Your only answer was a sharp exhale around the cigarette—smoke hazily clouding your view as you moaned, body jerking when he pressed down harder. The priest huffed. “There she is.”
Wolfwood was on his knees between your thighs, broad shoulders slotted perfectly between your trembling legs. Your muscles threatened to close in around him, but his grip was stubborn, his large hands wrapped tight around your knees… forcing you open like he had every right to.
His lips pressed against the damp fabric clinging to your cunt, and you gasped… your hips bucking the moment he sucked at your clothed clit. The friction was obscene, his tongue working through the cotton like it was nothing but a nuisance.
You arched under him, a soft whimper muffled by the cigarette clenched between your teeth. Smoke curled from your lips, trembling with each shiver that ripped through your spine. The burn of tobacco in your throat mixed with the sweet ache blooming between your legs, your body strung up on the edge of desperation.
Wolfwood pulled back just slightly, his stubble scraping your inner thighs raw in the best way. One of your legs went slack, folding over his shoulder as your fingers found purchase in the fabric of his jacket. He grinned; calloused fingers dragged slowly up the inside of your thigh before slipping between the soaked fabric guarding your pretty pussy. He glanced up through thick lashes, eyes dark and filthy, his voice a low hum of satisfaction as he felt the slick beneath his fingertips.
“Fuckin’ soaked for me already.” He muttered, almost to himself. His thumb pressed against your clit through your panties in gradual circles, grinding down like he knew exactly how much pressure would make you twitch. His other hand dipped lower, fingers dragging down to your entrance, where he circled your hole through the damp cloth—taunting, gathering your arousal on the pad of his finger.
“Drippin’ through these like you want me to see it,” he rasped, voice all smoke and hunger. “Jesus, you’re a sight.” You could barely hold yourself upright. Your body jerked with every motion of his fingers, and the cigarette trembled between your lips, ash fluttering to your chest as your hips rolled into his touch on instinct.
“Think I can make you cum before she dies out?” Wolfwood asked lowly, nodding toward the cigarette hanging from your lips. Swiftly, his hand dipped to relieve the smoke from, taking another drag before he flicked the collected ash from the slow burn. He looked back at you and returned it, to which you eagerly wrapped your plush lips around it once more. Smoke trembled from your mouth in shaky ribbons, your thighs twitching in his hands. “You know I can, angel.”
He didn’t wait when his fingers found your cunt—slick through the thin cotton of your panties—and pressed in. Just one at first, thick and slow, until your walls clung around him like a vice. You whimpered around the filter between your teeth, breath hitching, legs already trying to close around his head… but he held you open.
Another finger slipped in—wet, knuckle-deep, your arousal gushing out to coat his hand as he curled them upward. He was quiet, focused. His breath hitched when your body arched off the bed, when your walls fluttered helplessly around his fingers. His palm ground into your clit on each thrust, coaxing out sharp little gasps that made the smoke dance over your lips.
Wolfwood was watching attentively… his mouth parted, his brow furrowed, like you were something holy and obscene all at once. He added a third.
Your back arched again, your hips kicking up before he laid his forearm across your stomach—holding you down like a damn offering. His fingers fucked into you, wet and brutal, curling deep as your slick gushed around them with every thrust. The sound was obscene, the smell heady, sweat and sex and something sharper… like tobacco and iron.
And then his mouth found your clit with little warning, an impulse… heat and pressure and that soft drag of his tongue that made you choke around the smoke. You moaned louder, breath ragged, smoke pouring from your lips in bursts… the cigarette twitched between your teeth, barely clinging… but his mouth didn’t let up.
Wolfwood devoured you like it was his last supper—tongue flicking and sucking on your clit with a sloppy, focused rhythm. His groan vibrated straight through you, his stubble scraping your thighs raw as he kept you pinned. His fingers didn’t slow, plunging deep as they curled inside your pussy, coaxing slick out with every brutal plunge.
Your hands clawed into his hair, your legs locked around his shoulders… your voice broke as your climax built sharp and fast… your cunt clenching down hard before you came with a sob, body convulsing under him as your pussy squirted over his face. You soaked his lips, his jaw, his collar… it drenched his chin, across his chest, darkening the white of his shirt… and he still didn’t fucking stop.
His fingers fucked you through it until your body bucked again—another orgasm tearing through you as you soaked the bed a second time. Your scream cracked, hips jerking, legs giving out entirely beneath him. Until finally—finally—he pulled back.
Wolfwood sat up slowly, face glistening, his chest heaving. His shirt was clinging to him, soaked through with sweat and your release, the collar-stained pink from your lipstick. His eyes dragged up your ruined form, your cunt fluttering around nothing.
His cock pressed thick and swollen behind his zipper, the front of his pants straining as he groaned. “You’re doin’ that again,” he murmured, voice cracked and raw, the words more command than request.
His hands found your hips and dragged you up the bed, shifting you like you weighed nothing. He climbed over you; your legs wrapped around him again before he zipped his pants down and allowed his cock to spring out… the fat tip glistening. But before Wolfwood would grace you with the pleasure, his hand gently grabbed the cigarette from your lips, smirking the entire time. It was just barely put out.
Wolfwood brought it to his lips again before he flicked it across the room. “What’d I say, baby?” He crooned right before he let his hand run down his cock, hips stuttering as he pressed himself between your pussy lips. He groaned, brow twitching as his free hand gripped your thigh like it was his life line. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ feel you.” Wolfwood bit before he pressed the tip further into your hole.
The stretch burned… sweet and raw as you arched beneath him, your voice cracking on a drawn-out moan. “So t-tight…” he choked. “Shit—” Wolfwood groaned above you, hips trembling as he pushed deeper, breath caught in his throat the moment your cunt clenched and swallowed him whole. Your eyes watered, nails digging into the sheets, and still he didn’t stop until he bottomed out… buried deep.
He stayed there, trembling slightly—just breathing. His cock throbbed inside you as your walls fluttered around him, slick and squeezing and so fucking warm. His eyes were locked between your legs, watching your cunt stretch wide around his cock, taking it so goddamn well. His hands gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“Jesus,” he whispered. His voice was low, nearly reverent. “Fuckin’ look at you…” He started to move.
He was slow at first... testing as he dragged his cock out just enough to see the mess already coating him, then pushing back in, watching the soft bulge in your belly rise every time he fucked in deep. You cried out, thighs twitching as your hands scrabbled for something, anything to hold onto. One hand found his wrist while the other clung to the sheets.
Wolfwood groaned at the contact, cock twitching the second your fingers curled around him. His palm came up to cradle your cheek, thumb swiping gently beneath your eye as he fucked you slow and hard, the way a man fucks something precious.
“That’s it,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Just hold me, baby… just like that.”
Your moan trembled around the words. “I—I can’t—!”
“Yes.” His pace slammed forward. Harder. “You.” Another thrust, deep and jarring, your hips lifting off the bed. “Can.”
The bed creaked violently beneath you; your tits bounced with every thrust. His cock battered your sweet spot with each ruthless snap of his hips, your cunt struggling to adjust around him… clinging as a desperation to keep him inside. His hand slid from your cheek to your throat, not squeezing, just holding you there… thumb pressed lightly beneath your jaw as if to ground you.
His rhythm became punishing. Balls slapping wet against your ass, your slick painting his thighs, your moans punched out in ragged little sobs every time his dick hit your cervix. Your legs went numb, your hands clawing at his arms, barely able to keep up.
He pulled you up with him, your back barely brushing the sheets now as he held you suspended by your hips, fucking you in midair like a ragdoll. “Fuck…” he gritted out, jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his brow. “Where?”
Your brain fogged, your eyes glassy. “W-What…?”
“Where do you want it?” he snarled. “F-Fuck—need to cum—inside, baby, where—”
Your breath hitched. Your eyes rolled back. “I… Inside!” You gasped, head nodded, voice slurring. “Wo-Wolfwood!”
That was all he needed.
His rhythm stuttered, hips slamming flush against you as he buried himself deep… roaring through clenched teeth as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled inside you. He came hard, cock pulsing deep in your cunt, filling you until you felt bloated and broken open… but, once more, he didn’t stop.
Your pussy clenched violently, overstimulated and aching, your sobs clawing out of your throat as his hand moved right down to your clit. His fingers were soaked, slicked with cum and spit, and he rubbed harsh, tight circles as you tried to squirm away.
“W-Wolfwood—fuck—please—!” your voice cracked, and then you screamed, back arching as another orgasm overtook you. You squirted violently once more, your release spilling over his cock, your thighs shaking with a loss of control. He watched it all… his eyes blown wide, lips parted, fascinated by how your body seized beneath him. So much so, that you didn’t even feel him slip out.
Your cunt twitched open, his cum leaking down your thighs, pooling in the folds of your overstimulated pussy. He finally let go, his hand stroking up your sides, slow and grounding… fingers pressing gentle kisses from your hips to your stomach, up to your ribs.
Then he kissed your lips, gentle and sweet, a contrast to the ruin between your legs.
“Still with me?” he whispered, voice low and hoarse. His fingers brushed damp hair from your face as your lashes fluttered. You gave a breathless whimper, barely a sound. He smiled, full of warmth despite the fatigue shared between the two of you. “Didn’t ruin you too bad, did I?” he teased, but there was care in it, a flicker of something raw in his tone.
Wolfwood kissed your cheek. “I’ll run you bath, angel.”
I may add Legato and Roberto if people want them lol.
Vash
• Definitely either afab or intersex. Does not have a human dick. I like the idea of him (and Nai) having genitals that look like a vulva by default but have a plant-like structure that can extend out of the clitoral hood capable of penetrating.
Something that looks like this or this. I think his would be around 6 inches.
• I also think plants would have no nipples or navels, and no body hair from the neck down.
• Either a sub or a soft & loving dom. Would literally rather die than be mean or degrading.
• Probably 60/40 bottom/top, he just likes to feel good and make his partner feel good. When he bottoms, he prefers it vaginally. Not a huge fan of anal, but he'll occasionally indulge his partner if they want that.
• Loves scissoring/tribbing if he has an afab partner. Will absolutely beg and whine to rub pussies when he's in the mood for it.
• King of squirting. Could win a fucking contest. When he cums, it gets real messy with all the slick and squirt he's released everywhere. (Not that he minds...he likes it messy.) Also, his markings glow when he cums really hard.
• Usually starts out with just quiet whimpers and whines, simply from just being self-conscious. Once he starts to feel more comfortable and trusting, those whines turn into full moans.
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Wolfwood
• His dick's about average girth and roughly 7 inches. The perfect length of not too big, not too small. Feels incredible in all the right spots. Uncut, too, and loves to twitch and leak. Really responsive to stimulation.
• Has only ever dommed before. He'd be hesitant to sub, simply due to his closed-off nature, but he might be willing to once he really trusts someone. Despite what it might seem like, his default is soft and affectionate, but he will absolutely be rough and dirty if you ask. (In fact, he prefers it rough and dirty.)
• In the same vein, he's also only topped. Probably wouldn't be too huge of a fan of bottoming but he'd be fine with trying it. Likes to be fingered, though- put a finger up his ass while sucking him off and he's a goner.
• Likes to experiment and willing to try most things at least once. If you've got a kink or fetish, he'll indulge you- he likes to see you turned on, and it's possible you'll convert him to be into it too.
• Obsessed with watching his cum drip down your skin or ooze out of your hole. It makes him feel possessive and swell with pride.
• A pussy/ass-eating god. Gets real down and dirty, pins you by the thighs and just mercilessly goes to fucking town. His tongue is so skilled it'll make you cum every time, especially since his scruff feels amazing when it rubs against your skin.
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Knives
• (Go back to Vash's section to read how I headcanon plant genitals/bodies)
• His...we'll call it a stem? would be around 7.5 inches. Just a bit bigger than Vash.
• 100% dom. Would rather have his arms and legs cut off than sub.
• Actually really likes to bottom, doesn't really care which hole. He does top though; he honestly has no preference. But if he's topping you, you better prepare yourself to have a sore hole and bruises all over your body.
• Big degrader. Can't bring himself to be soft or loving. The nicest he can be is neutral. But if you like being called a "stupid fucking slut" or "filthy cock-addicted human" then he's your man.
• Not very vocal, but loves to growl and groan. He'll lean over you and growl possessively right into your ear to intimidate you.
• Also he would absolutely use his knives for weapon play. Gently drags them along your skin and finds your nervous shaking incredibly arousing. Might even lightly wrap them around you and get hard at the sight of you paralyzed in fear.
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Meryl
• Prettiest fucking pussy in the world. Cute little pink folds topped with a perfectly kissable bud. She keeps the hair trimmed but not entirely shaved.
• Complete switch when it comes to dynamics, she can't just pick one. She loves both subbing and domming. She has a size difference kink specifically when she doms, though- she loves to control people significantly larger than her (which...is most people. She's 4'9.)
• Loves to bottom but will top for the right person. Definitely has a preference though. She can't help it, she loves the feeling of her tight cunt being pounded.
• Cums at the drop of a fucking hat. She'll cum at least 2-3 times a night when having sex. Earth-shattering orgasms, too. Her entire body thrashes and her moans border on screaming.
• Loves to get fucked in missionary the best. She loves to wrap her legs around her partner's waist, lay back and hold the pillow, and feel them railing her deep inside. She actually really likes it fast and hard.
• When topping, she likes to dirty talk and play a little rough. Loves to spank, pull hair, bite and mark up, all that good stuff. By the end of the night, her partner will know they're hers.
tw. yandere, incest, cannibalism, blood/violence, explicit gore, praise kink, amputation, vash and nai are a bit jealous of each other, size kink, ! cannibalism as love
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a/n. ♡ ever since the Megumi fic I've been dyinggggg to go back to cannibalism as love and !!! then beloved rhi @seijorhi wanted to do it and I wanted to do it toooo and now here we are! we are winninggggg girlies yes yes yes! ♡ honestly as most of my cest fics this is awfully soft but still heed the warning bc I'm sure this isn't everyones cup of tea but eEEEEEhHHH for those of you who see the vision I HOPE yOU ENJOYYYY!!!
vash saverem x fem!reader x knives saverem
You can’t breathe. Not always, but often enough that it aches like a festering wound. It overtakes you, and with time creates scabs that don’t heal. You always struggle to breathe when you feel watched. You have visions of being dunked in water and separated from your kind—head underwater, out, underwater again. Even in this pod made specifically to hold you, feed you, it’s hard to get the oxygen down into your collapsed lungs.
Icy water flows through them sluggishly, pushes on your eyes and ears, steals your attention. Your focus. When you struggle to breathe it makes you think of memories that you know you never experienced. Sounds you never heard. When it aches, it almost feels real. Feeling skin on skin, hands intertwining, and wind on your cheeks. The laugh of a boy with bright blue eyes, and the sigh of another. There’s a million things you want to do, but know you can’t. You pry your eyes open against the pressure.
They’re watching again.
Always, watching them watch you, from the safety of your cage behind glass. Those matching faces that come often, sometimes stay for hours perched on the bay. They talk to you, too. One chatty, the other not so much. You can’t hear them from where you’re suspended, but you can see their mouths, and sometimes, sometimes you swear you can listen to their voices anyway.
You’ve gotten awfully attached to them. If the way they hang around your pod more than any other is anything to go by, the feeling must extend to them, too.
Sweet, big blues study you in your budding cocoon - hands pressed to the glass.. He’s watched you grow into yourself in absolute fascination for what you think is years. Because once he was shorter and cheeks round; and he no longer is. His limbs have stretched and his hair has grown, and so has the other one for that matter.
Watching them through the obnoxious blue fluid; you often find yourself wondering. If you were out there, would your life be anything like theirs? You can’t talk like they talk, can’t laugh and banter like you see them do. Can’t scream. Not in here.
You don’t even know their names.
You’ve been in here long enough to have forgotten the size of your limbs.
Today is an insignificant day that starts as they always do. The lights are turned on in the hull, and you reach out to press your hand to the glass. It’s earlier than normal for the lights to be on, but you wake from your slumber anyway. Because you know you’ll find someone staring back. Opposite the glass, you find the ashy blond, always with those intense eyes. His larger hand comes to touch yours, through inches between you— no matter, you’re convinced you can still feel the heat of it. His eyebrows furrow, and lips move.
He’s concerned. Or maybe, angry. Those icy eyes dig deep into yours. For not the first time, he looks at you like he’s looking into your soul.
The bubbles in the water roll to the surface with an impatient noise, and you gasp against the pressure. Suffocate a little in the water that’s forced into your lungs. It never kills you, though. The young man before you looks over his shoulder into the freshly lit-up ship. Pauses. He slowly reveals his hand from under his clothes, and a silver glittering catches your eye.
Then, everything bursts with a deafening noise.
Implodes in on itself, as an ice pick is swung into the glass before you and shatters your cocoon into a million pieces. You know you scream in pain only by the sting you feel in your throat - and the fluid rushes away from you in all directions. Without the suspension of the water you immediately tumble onto the cold, drenched floor between the shards, gasping and crying — though you can’t hear it. Like a stranded fish, you curl up in pain for long enough for the water to escape from your ears, and suddenly everything is incredibly loud.
Your own breathing. His. The ship, and the buzzing of the lights, and the pressure of the air on your ear drums — instinctively your hands cup your ears and press your eyes shut as hard as you can. Something heavy and warm and strange starts to move your hair out of your face. It tickles. It doesn’t hurt like the noise does.
And then, what has to be a voice. “Finally… it’s okay, be quiet. Niichan’s going to pick you up.” Your naked body is lifted despite your limpness, and hands start moving around to hoist you up from the floor and into a solid chest. “Vash! Get over here.”
“I asked you to wait!”
“I’m sick of waiting. We’re doing it now.” His voice rumbles his chest against you, and sounds so loud in your head. “Get one of the pods and an access key. She’s freezing, hurry.” You can just about crack open your eyes to take in the adoring way ocean blues come into view painted with worry, attached to the darker haired blond, and how he leans in to wrap a red jacket around your naked body.
+
The room is dark and green tinted under the LEDs of the lab. You wiggle your toe. Your fingers. As Nai looks up with those ice blue eyes and chastises you. His frown has worn into his face, but there’s brief moments when you get to see him without worry. Brief moments you spend hours trying to find. “Stop moving when I’m trying to do work.” The leather straps around your limbs are starting to get uncomfortable, but you can’t do much about it when Nai’s sat between your legs on the floor, and his hands work with as much smooth deftness as they always do.
“Is it still itchy? Looks like it’s healing alright.” You shake your head side to side. The frosty blond picks at the last of the stitches on your thigh, pulling the threads achingly tight, before giving a small but approving nod. You grimace, but don’t complain. When he’s happy with what he sees, he straightens up before you and towers over you all that much more. “Alright, give me your arm. Let’s have dinner, hm?” Again, you nod.
He undoes your ankle strap and then your wrists, before taking your face between his fingers to tilt you up, and here and there. Cold blue eyes glinting with something you suppose is care. He chews the inside of his cheek for a few seconds, as if waiting you out, before sighing. “What’s wrong? You’re quiet.”
“I’m just tired, Nai nii…”
You are. Exhausted. Knives doesn’t respond, but he has no reason not to believe you. You’re not a liar. Never learned how, so it shows on your face too obviously when you even think about trying. Your big brothers know you more than anyone else, and they would know if you weren’t being honest.
He offers his shoulder for you to grab onto and hoists you off the doctor’s chair, wraps an arm around your waist. Your missing leg tingles because of the motion, like it’s still there - and when you think of wiggling your other toe, you can still feel the muscles try. “You’re too tall,” you try to change the subject instead, having his icy eyes back on your face. He doesn’t laugh when you do, but some of the tenseness does slide away. You’re hopped towards the door with your big brother’s help, and he pushes you through the open door like he’s helping a fawn stand on two legs for the first time.
Even though you’re used to it.
It’s far from the first time you’re doing this.
The hobbling continues as he leads you down the hall towards living quarters, deposits you exhausted at the dinner table— and immediate chatter reaches your ears. The other blond is so attuned to it all that it takes him no time at all to peek his head out of the kitchen to watch you with a smile so wide it makes his eyes into half moons. “You two always have perfect timing, the stew is done cooking.” The table is lovingly set, flowers in the small, patched-up vase. There’s never enough food to put on the whole show, but Vash loves it. And you love your brother.
“How are you feeling?” he asks when taking a seat right next to you, petting your head and nuzzling his face into your crown. “I always worry ‘bout this sort of stuff. I’m glad Nai does it and not me. Don’t think I could have an appetite after it.” A puff of satisfied breathing comes into your hair. He’d have you crawl into his lap if he had his way. Closer, even.
“It’s okay, nii nii,” you whisper, “I know you need it.”
He stares at the side of your face like he’s peeking under your skin, but doesn’t say anything. His long fingers lace with yours, and he gives another hum of approval. “Let’s eat?”
Nai’s impassive expression settles on your laced hands, before he also takes a seat. “Well then. Get started, your food’s getting cold.” He starts with Vash’s plate, and yours second. Unnecessary, because you don’t need to eat. His eyes glint over as if he’s reading your mind. “Eat.” He serves himself last, because for better or for worse— Nai is devoted.
You watch Vash untangle your hands just so he can clap them together, before grabbing his spoon and starting to eat; letting the smell waft through the house. It’s steaming hot, and with the miserable dry, cold weather out there it’s nice to see him so happy. Second is Nai, who’s spoon scrapes along the porcelain with a purposeful noise.
Most plants don’t need to eat. Most, except for Vash, who you’re in a constant struggle to keep fed when the world is so harsh and unforgiving out there. Knives and you have been blessed with the lack of an appetite, but the oldest just eats because he can. Because he likes it, and the way it strings you all together as one.
You’re third to eat, if only to make your brothers happy. You pick up your own spoon to scoop up some of the softly cooked meat. Your sutures itch like crazy.
+
You’re pressed to the side of his chest, and his heartbeat is slowly drumming a pattern into your cheek. Wrapped in his arms, your face hot, legs tangled. Knives likes using you as a pillow, because he runs hot and you run cold— it’s a habit you’ve gotten into since he broke you out decades ago. Took you from your womb-like captivity and pressed you to his chest.
His heartbeat is steady, and it’s warm. You like being here.
Vash comes through the door with a slight uncharacteristic frown. Though calling it a frown is a bit overblown. You’ve never seen him with a scowl - you’re half convinced he might be incapable of it. What he is, though, is distressed for some reason or another. “Vash niisan?” you speak up from your position on the couch, trying to turn into Knives’ hold that he refuses to loosen even a bit. You have to settle for stretching your neck to catch his eyes. “Are you alright— What’s… When’s the last time you ate?”
His eyes soften from his place by the door, and he comes to kneel before you. Rests his chin on the couch, nose to nose. He’s always so gentle. It aches. It takes on your breath a little. Through a slightly pained look, he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll make it a few more days. We have some meat in the freezer. I'll get it out when we really run low— though I appreciate your concern. I only came to see what you guys were up to.” Knives lets out a breath into your hair, before forcing his body to mold closer against yours, a statement. Vash’s eyes just follow the motion of his hips pushing against yours, and his thigh wrapping over your leg.
“Imouto wanted to cuddle, so we’re cuddling.”
He glares like a dog claiming territory, with a growl rumbling his throat. Metal clicks angrily at his back, of sharp edge brushing sharp edge at his displeasure. He’ll cut up the couch at this rate. The couch first, your fragile body next. His nails start to dig into your skin and his strong arms squeeze your ribs because of how he holds on to you, until it’s hard to breathe. Suffocated under the pressure of his love.
You never doubt his devotion; it just gets to be too much when the both of them are on you at the same time. The air is squeezed out of you, and you fight out a gasp. “Nai niisan… Ow.”
“Stop that— Nai. Be more careful. You always take advantage of her. She’s fragile,” Vash finishes instead of you, pushing him away by the knee to inspect your freshly grown skin. It’s bold in a way Vash only is when it comes to protecting you. Not a few months ago, your stump was barely to your hip bone. Now you’ve got a whole new thigh and knee, almost down to your ankle. The fresh limb is still itchy, but at least you can tangle it with your brother’s legs again the way he demands. Vash takes hold of it and presses a few kisses to your shin, sitting down on the floor beside the two of you. “I’m grateful for you, y’know that? I probably wouldn’t have survived half this long with my condition if it wasn’t for you.”
You can’t lie. Sometimes you wish you had a power like Nai. Something dangerous and powerful, to protect your family with, like they do for you. Like Vash promises he’ll do for you when he’s in your bed and kissing every inch of your skin in the dead of night. But you suppose all things work out the way they do for a reason. He looks so beautiful in the low light. Blinking long, blond lashes up at you where they frame baby blues. Nai’s grunting in jealousy behind you, but you let him lean in to press his lips to yours with a soft noise. Reach your fingers out to brush along his cheek. You swallow, and shake your head a slight bit. “It’s nothing, niichan. Really.”
“Be more honest.” Nai’s arm pulls your waist tighter, and his mouth brushes along your ear. He’s draped over you like a blanket now, almost burying you under his weight like he’s trying to keep you from Vash’s touch. Jealous, more than angry. Territorial, more than upset. His breaths brush along your face, and he takes a deep breath of you. “It’s not nothing. Your big brothers are telling you they’re grateful. As we should be. Accept it.”
He hums as he rolls his hips into your ass, and starts nosing down your neck. “You’re a good little sister. You know we adore you.” Kisses are pushed to your pulse point, blood rushing. A heartbeat that starts speeding up caught between the two of them. Because though he’s barely got the access to, Vash’s hands are on you as soon as the first noise falls from your lips. Sliding up along your thigh to find the hot place between your legs, and sighing at the feeling.
“Agh- ah, ah…” Your head is nudged back.
Nai softly groans. “Fuck, you’ve made me hard.”
“You’re always hard when you’re pressed to her,” Vash chuckles, and presses a million kisses to your tummy where he can reach, before pushing you both back towards the back of the furniture to make room for him. “Nai’s right though.” Long fingers squeeze the meat of your thigh, and he pulls you close until he’s sandwiching you against his chest. “You’re the best little sister ever. No one is better to us. You even let us do all of this…” His fingers catch on your mound, forcing circles into your sensitive spot through your clothes. “Can you show nii nii your tongue? I want to kiss it.”
“D-don’t be gross,” you say, failing to catch your breath. But you stick out the squirming muscle anyway, because it makes Vash happy. You would do anything if it made them happy. And you’ve got a lot to be grateful for.
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The water is steaming hot. It doesn’t feel the same as it did then. This is surely a kinder place than you three were in before. The water evaporates as it touches your skin; only slightly though, not enough to burn. You’re harder to kill than humans are. It tickles at your shoulders.
Vash’s long legs come into view as he steps into the water too, splashes you with the motion, and you can’t help but laugh. Your hands slip from around your chest to stable yourself on the slippery bottom instead— watching Vash crowd into your space in the bath on purpose. He always does this, and before he’s seated, you’re already laughing at his expression. Your brother’s got a blush on his face, nose rosy. And his eyes flick all over you, through the wobbly refraction of the water. “What are you laughing at? Don’t laugh like you’ve never seen me naked. Pervert.”
“You’re the one who wanted to bathe together.”
He pushes your head away with two fingers to make room for himself to slip into the water, lean, muscular body scrunching up to fit beside you. There’s other places to sit, and plenty of room deeper in, but he always chooses your side over comfort. “You’re not scared anymore. You used to only want to wash off when you could climb all over me to keep yourself steady. You were a real handful. Nai would get so mad you didn’t want to go in.”
“I think he was upset I didn’t wanna go in with him, but I went in with you.” Your mouth instinctively curls up at the memory, of how flustered and pink Vash used to get. You didn’t fully get it back then. Instead of lingering on that, you reach out to touch his skin for the familiarity, and sigh. “I haven’t been scared to get into the water for about a decade though, nii nii.” His hands slip under the water to cradle your hips and pull you into his lap— you just barely manage to steady yourself before your head goes under. Instead your knees settle either side of his hips so you can sit on his thighs and rest your face against his chest. Too close. Just enough to still be comfortable.
“Has it really been that long?”
The steam makes your hair stick to the back of your neck. “I think so.” Your chest rises and falls in tandem with his, and he presses kisses to your exposed shoulder before humming, and nuzzling up to your throat. He smells nice, and you trace a finger along the stitched edge of his scars. “Do you think we’ll ever get to leave the ship for good?”
Vash chews his tongue for a bit, debating answering at all. He’s comfortable right now, and if past memories are any proof, you’re about to get a lot more comfortable too if he’s given his way— Vash is just as much prone to exploiting your weaknesses as Nai is. Even more, sometimes.
Eventually, he does decide to answer. “Nai’s building a new world for us out there. When we’re free… when he’s sure you’ll be safe, and no one will ever take you away from us-” his eyes look hopeful, finding yours, “-I’m sure we will. Nai is doing it to protect you-”
“-to protect me.” You chant at the same time. He’s pushing you closer, and softly biting down on your neck where his kisses leave hot trails. “I know. No one would take care of me like you two have.” The touch of his skin under your legs shifts, and Vash lets his tongue peek between his lips to leave wet kisses along the shell of your ear too. The part where he’s different from you is starting to swell and push against you, and your breathing gets too heavy. Your mouth cracks open, and Vash softly moans against your skin. “Again, nii nii? We did that just this morning, you’re going to tire yourself out.”
“It’ll be okay. I just can’t get enough of you. Don’t tell Nai.”
“He’ll know anyway,” you try to say, ignoring the way he’s curling around underneath you to get closer than is possible. He touches like his fingertips will reach bone if he tries hard enough, grabbing everything that he can reach and squeezing and rutting himself against you. You’re never sure how he doesn’t get tired of touching you this much. “He always knows.”
You don’t notice you’re pulling away and frowning off into the open space of the bathroom until Vash disconnects his mouth from your skin to look at you in the eye again. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” He stares for a moment, before licking his lips and sliding his hands lower down your legs to squeeze his fingers into the muscle there too. “Show me your leg.” Without waiting, he wraps his hand around your ankle and yanks it up above the water, catapulting you backwards with the motion. You swallow a mouthful of the bath in surprise, but right yourself fast enough to catch Vash’ look when he stares at you with a look so cherishing and loving it feels almost too sweet.
Gentle but deep, an endless longing.
“Why’d you do that for?” you cough out, and slap his chest— anything but pull your foot away from his face as he’s running a digit along your shin and to pin your foot between two fingers.
Baby blues get hidden away with a blink so he can kiss your skin, ankle, the ball of your foot, douse kisses on you until you start wiggling and it tickles. “I love you. So much. I love you so much I could eat your flesh clean off your bones— Nai does too, though he doesn’t say it. We love you so— much.” When you whine at his touch, he cracks open his eyes. “Would you hate me a lot if I bit off one of your little toes right now? Just the one.” He chuckles when your face instinctively scrunches up in disgust, only to exchange it for a pout.
His face is smiling, eyes glinting playfully with the reflecting of the water. You blush.
“Don’t say weird stuff, niichan∼ You always say weird stuff and do weird stuff. Weirdo.” You turn to your stomach to escape from his touch further into the water instead of propping yourself up, and hide your face away from his sight even though his hands chase you. “No, haha- Don’t follow me! Stay there.”
He doesn’t, and when he grabs back for your hips you two bounce water over the side of the tub. You’re laughing as Vash pulls you back to him with a giggle. “Don’t run∼ You can’t run from us. We’ll find you wherever you try to go anyway.” He wraps two arms around your core and lifts you in one motion out of the water so that your butt’s pressed against his stomach and your arms flail to reach for him at the lack of stability. Too exposed- not that he cares.
“Vash nii! We’re gonna- we’re gonna fall!” You squeal like a child, unable to help yourself. It’s hot, and your entire face gets a few degrees hotter when you can feel his chuckle bounce through your body. He’s so much bigger than you. You wonder why that is. It seems almost unfair.
He leans over your shoulder even with his hold on you like this, hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Give nii nii a kiss, come here. I won’t actually bite you.” His saccharine smile is a hard force to fight against. You go limp in his touch. “Sit on my lap, hm? Let’s keep playing around a little longer. You love your brothers, don’t you?” At your nod he gently lets you get back onto your feet, sits down on the edge of the tub, and pats his thighs.
His cock’s been hard this entire time, you’re sure, because a thick bead of precum glistens on the flushed head. As soon as you lower yourself onto his lap, he aims the spongy cockhead to slide up and down between your slick pussy, and your hands come to rest on his wide shoulders. Vash nudges his face to tilt yours up, and motions a kissy face your way. “One kiss?”
“Ten. Ten kisses on the mouth and I’ll leave you alone. Lift your hips.” He slides his cock down against you until it is nudging right up against your hole, and gives another slight thrust. It’s all you need to shift your hips into him, and have his bigger body invade yours. “Agh- you’re the best little sister. Gud- good job.”
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The pistoning of his hips is distracting you from the fact that Vash is rattling off complaints almost like clockwork, a whine every two minutes. Nai’s sharp eyes narrow further as he snaps his head to the side, and your tummy flutters when he presses his thumb on that perfectly sensitive button that takes all your thoughts away. He slips out of you upon the next thrust and groans in annoyance at both issues at once. “Vash. If I let you in here this one time- hng,” your wet pussy’s spasming around his cock when he pushes himself back inside you, can’t help it, “you were gonna be quiet and let me do my work. If you’re not happy watching then you can fuck off.”
“I’m happy watching, I just want to kiss her too. You don’t need to take up every inch of her skin to work.”
Though the oldest looks more irritated by the second, he does let up a little bit; enough for Vash to drip his head down to your face. Where you’re tearing up and your hands are forcefully laced with Nai’s to keep you still, your mouth is occupied by gentle, loving kisses that he moans into when tasting your tongue, moving around on the plastic sheet to curl his body around your exposed half. “You’re so hot,” your big brother confirms again. “I’ll kiss it all better, m’kay? Do you believe me?”
His pretty blues bore so deep into yours that you’re sure he’s seeing right through you. You hum though, and whether or not he notices your anxiety, Nai squeezes your fingers tighter. You like the smell of Vash’s hair as he’s so close, and you like the feeling of Nai’s touch. It sends hot flares down your body. It’s just…
“I believe you.” Your eyes get teary out of nowhere, and your nose starts to run. The rate of your heart inside your ribcage starts to bounce almost violently in anticipation, and Vash happily smiles down on you. Puppy like, content even. You would do anything for them. Your leg begins to violently itch at the thought, and your lip is trapped between your teeth. It’s taking too long. He’s teasing you by holding it still and letting you wait for it. “Nai nii…”
You can feel your blood rush under your skin, through your head and into your stomach— even before Nai grunts in agreement. “Are you feeling good? We’ll do the other leg this time, okay?”
“Where do you cut it,” Vash breathes in between over-excited pants. “How does it feel? Can I taste her?” You want to blame it on the heat between you three, but his eyes are so wide and dilated. Odd. You feel odd. He’s basically crawling over you to look at the place you and Nai are connected and then where the oldest is kneading the skin of your upper thigh— wiping his palm along your cheek to brush away your tears when looking back. Your legs are ragdolled further apart as Nai shoves Vash a few inches away to make room, and his icy eyes find yours too.
He doesn’t say anything, but you know. You hold your breath until Nai pulls his cock from you with a shuddering sigh, and the knives rattle and whir. Your vision blurs, and you get to cry for once - normally it’s over before you know it. He’s showing off, and Vash turns back when he hears your hiccups. “Shhh, don’t cry, baby. You’re so sweet, you’re so good. You’re going to save your big brother again.” He presses a messy kiss to your mouth and nuzzles into your jaw, and softly bites the fat of your cheek until your lips curl up. “I love you, love you so much. You’re so cute. So fucking cute.”
Your blood thumps through your veins up until Nai’s sawblade wraps around your upper thigh, and tightens, tighter than tight∼ It pinches your skin as the noises start to come, and the pinch gets more painful. So much- so much more, more painful— until- until he starts the spin and in one clean, excruciating second you feel the heft of your leg being snapped off. Blood sprays as skin is torn apart, and the wetness of your fresh spill makes an awful whiny noise of his knives. Aw. Aww, it fucking hurts. So bad. The bone splinters upon touch, and hot blood goes everywhere. The pain is sharp and faint and hot all at once, and you’re sick- you might throw up from nausea— it pierces your spine and makes your head pound and Vash is right there, holding your face to the pillow even though he’s turned to the action.
The adrenaline’s making your skin feel so tingly and tight and it hurts. It hurts. The skin and muscle was too easy, the bone makes you jerk. It hurts so bad you think your vision blacks for several seconds, until you come back to and Nai’s got a hand on your open wound and is leaning his upper body on your stomach, and Vash’s tongue is in your mouth— and the few breaths you manage to take are the only warning you get when the full force of your pain grinds like a million dull needles into every cell, stabbed into your spine, making your body flail. It makes you scream out loud, sharply ringing ears.
Vash’s smell suffocates you a little. Nai pulls his hand away when it starts to steam, and the hot blood spills all over the cover on the bed until the healing kicks in. Your blackened vision doesn’t hide you from the fact that your dearest brothers switch places though— lets Nai by your face so that Vash can get a good look.
“So good. You’re always so good.” Nai’s long fingers cradle your head and run through your hair, gentler than he’s capable of. “I’ll just put in a few quick stitches, hm? Once you’re calmed down, you can help me with dinner. Niichan’s hungry too.”
“Okay,” you just respond, though your voice cracks when you try. Your amputated leg jerks, and itches at the ugly seam— and the mass of meat rolls when Vash settles between your legs. He brushes it tenderly, and you swear you can still feel the touch. Tears tickle at your lashline, but they escape down your nose instead of rolling out, and Nai caresses your cheek. You’re both watching in distracted interest as Vash’s blown out eyes find yours again, and he smiles at you with so much true gratitude. His blond hair is matted to his forehead, and he has to take a deep breath to even be able to speak.
“I love you.”
You love him too. You’d do it all for your big brothers. They saved you. He drips his hand into the pool of blood steaming up around your severed leg, and brings four red-coated fingers to his mouth to suck each one clean with a moan— before leaning down to press kisses from your pussy to your belly, red, hot blood covering his lips and chin.
Summary: You and Vash get separated from the group. You don’t know or trust Vash much though. Things are being hidden from you and you’re determined to figure him out specifically. What will you uncover now that you have him all to yourself?
Content: Fingering(giving), p? in v, Marking, Not human genitalia, lots of moaning, Switch Vash, Intersex Vash coded, cunninglings(giving), Not human Vash, Feathers
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“You sure I can continue Vash?” You questioned oh so sweetly.
Vash hesitated a moment. He hated being the way he was but having you here made him self feel better. He couldn’t help but be anxious though. He was waiting for the rejection. Waiting for you to freak out in one way or another. He couldn’t understand why someone who barely knew him could be fine with something like this. His core ached though. Maybe the rejection would be fine as long as he got to spend that time with you earlier. Maybe, just maybe it would lead to something more.
“Y-yes…it’s okay. You can stop whenever you need to by the way.” He said gently trying not to force you into anything.
You just nodded your head before going to pull down his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight. It was completely unnatural. You had never seen anything like it before. You starred curiously not even sure where to start. A light blush on the blonde’s face. He made it a point to keep his eyes off of you probably waiting for the rejection once again.
It looked like petals to start off. Four main ones that branched off from his core. From what you could see there were two main holes in the center of the petals. One was leaking like a faucet while the other seemed to do nothing. Above the third hole was a little nub that almost looked like a bundle of buds. It was all so…strange. You tilted your head to the side trying to comprehend where to start.
“Your…not screaming, so that’s good.” Vash commented cautiously.
He hesitantly reached down with his flesh hand. His metal arm keeping himself in a leaning position. His fingers immediately going to that bundle of buds located at the top. He gently circled the area with his finger. A moan almost immediately slipping from his lips. You moved to take over letting Vash’s hand move away. His head tilting back as he focused on the way you touched him. His breath was speeding up as you mimicked his previous motions. Tight circles being pressed against the delicate buds. His blonde spiked hair slightly going into his eyes. He soon started to look down at you with droopy eyelids. You got curious after a moment and decided to gently stroke the petals.
The petals and his legs twitched slightly like they both wanted to close. Like the pleasure was becoming too much. His moans increased. The feather like tendrils still brushing and rubbing around your form. You got even bolder and leaned down to lick at the petals.
“O-oh gods, please put your fingers in. Need more~” Vash whined.
Who were you to refuse such a needy request. You weren’t sure which hole to mess with first. You chose the lower one that seemed to continually drip. You nudged your middle finger in at first before slipping in suddenly. Vash moaned at the action and immediately bucked his hips up towards you. He squeezed around your fingers needly. You held his hips down the best you could. You slowly moved your finger trying to be gentle with the feathery being below you. He was starting to roll his hips against you trying to feel more. Maybe he could get you just a bit deeper.
Suddenly something slithered out of the other hole. You jumped back slightly only being able to catch a bit of what it was. It was long and slimy. It didn’t necessarily look like a tendril but moved like one. It quickly tucked away. Vash’s eyes moving down to look at you. He seemed a bit worried and sat up. His heart beating rapidly against his chest.
“S-sorry. You don’t have to continue.” The blonde immediately said.
“No, no. It’s fine. It was just unexpected. I didn’t think there could be another surprise from you tonight.” You joked trying to calm him.
He looked away bashfully. You decided to start up again. You slid your finger back in before adding a second. A breathy whine coming from him as he quickly became distracted once more.
“O-oh geez. Too good. It feels amazing~” Vash said more than happy with the current situation.
You were more focused on figuring out what that was though. You decided to lean forward latching onto to his bud. You gently sucked as you felt his legs shake. You moaned against him as the blonde whined and moaned. You lowered your head licking over the free hole. You kept your eyes up on Vash though. He held your eye contact with a red face. After a moment or two you were finally able to coax out what you were looking for.
It was shaped more like a regular penis but moved unnaturally. The thing was already covered in pre cum. The tip already dripping more. The tip was a glowing a blue tint unnaturally. Those same glowing marking covered the area. Being so close you could pick up on a floral scent too. You were a bit mesmerized just seeing it. You weren’t sure why but you went to lick up it. Your tongue dragging up from the base to the tip lewdly. It twitched at the sensation. It tasted sweet like something you had never come into contact with before.
Next thing you know, your back hit the ground. Vash had maneuvered you in a blink of an eye onto your back. The feathers coming off of him were fluffed out. The males eye glowing blue as he looked down at you. You no longer saw the insecure and needy gunman from before. The look in his eye was more primal.
“V-Vash?” You questioned a bit flustered.
His groan sounding more ethereal than before. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere and echoing crossing the room at the same time. Blue marks now glowing up and down the males body. He was a panting and blushing mess once again.
“C-can I? I really…really need too. I-I’ll try to be gentle?” Vash said unsure if he could actually keep himself in check.
“O-oh, yeah. If ya want.” You responded still a bit thrown off by his change in mood.
You barely had a chance to finish your sentence before he pressed his glowing leaky tip in. A moan coming from you both now. He could barely hold back but he tried to make sure you were adjusted before he started to move. You could feel the thing inside you squirming and moving around. It was an unnatural feeling but it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. It could hit places most other things and people couldn’t. You tried to look up at the male’s face to calm yourself. You hadn’t noticed before, being too busy pleasuring Vash, to see how much he has ultimately changed. His flesh hand was now more claw like and ears pointed. Anywhere that didn’t have feathers had faint glowing marks.
You only realized these differences due to the fact that his flesh hand was digging into your skin. You had no idea what the hell he was. You didn’t really care seeing that he was starting to pound into you. He swore that he was being gentle but you knew some marks were going to be left by the morning. His mouth hung open and you could see just a bit of his sharper than average teeth. He was looking down at you in awe as you let him do what he wanted. Moans being pulled from you left and right. You weren’t expecting him to be this rough and desperate. He always came off as a gentle giant. Like he was going to take his time and worship you slowly.
You soon needed to anchor yourself to something. The only thing you could seem to grab was feathers though. One hand fisting into the feather like tendrils that caged you against him. He whines at the feeling causing the feathers to fluff out once again. His eyes were only on you. He leaned down to kiss at your neck properly this time. He decided to nip at the area too just to get a reaction from you. Feathery tendrils moving to caress the side of your face in a sweet way.
“So good- Too good. Y-your tight. Can’t get enough y/n.” Vash whined against your skin like he wasn’t rearranging your guts.
You couldn’t even respond. It was feeling way too overwhelming right at that moment. The pleasure building too quickly for the both of you. Both your sounds echoing off the walls. Your legs being pushed back at just the right angle so that you would be coming undone in moments. Your eyes moved down to watch what Vash was doing. Something caught your attention causing your eyes to widen. A faint blue glow was coming from your stomach. You could see exactly how deep he was. Your face flushing at the sight before you ultimately looked away. More moans slipping from your lips. You wanted this to be able to last longer.
You were starting to get closer now whether you wanted to or not. You reach down to where those bundle of buds were right above his shaft. You start rubbing the area. Vash can’t help but moan louder at the sensation. Every sound he now made was echoey and unnatural. The faint glowing patterns were getting brighter now. He quickly reached up to your clit with his metal hand. The cold sensation of the prosthetic adding to the pleasure. You even bucked your hips at the feeling.
Neither of you had to say it. Both of you were going over the edge before you could stop yourselves. You were both shaking and sweaty messes. One final moan echoing around the room as Vash’s movements stilled. Vash’s glowing now was super bright before slowly dimming once again. He ended up collapsing onto you. Gentle little purrs starting once again. Both of you breathing heavy and completely blissed out.
You reached up and patted his spiky locks. Words weren’t said for a while. The room pretty dark except for the few lights that were placed out. It was weird seeing the gunman so calm. Could you even call him a man? He definitely wasn’t one. You couldn’t think too deeply about that though. Your brain still a bit foggy from what just happened. You figured you would be able to get some sleep now. He pulled back and spread your legs. He pulled out and watched to see his release pour out of you. You paid the action no mind though. Even when happy little echoey chirps bounced off the walls.
You were suddenly picked up and brought over to Vash’s sleeping bag. You were a bit surprised by the action as you went to wrap your arms around him weakly. He placed you down gently onto the soft material that was piled onto the area. He gave you one of his typical big smiles. You were expecting him to lay down. That maybe he just preferred to have you in the comfort of the little rushed nest he made.
Instead he awkwardly giggled and said “Ready for round two?”
Let’s just say that you might have figured out another reason why people call him the humanoid typhoon. To say he completely wrecked you was an understatement. You had marks from him head to toe. You barely slept for three days. You were definitely sore. You even managed to go through all of the rations you both had. So now you both were in the middle of the desert with no supplies and you could barely walk.
Vash told you not to worry though. If he needed to carry you then he would. He was pretty worried about you. He knew that everything that had happened in the last couple days was a lot for you. It was usually too much for most humans. He made it his goal to take care of you in every way possible for that reason. He was more than willing to massage anything that was sore. Made sure you had blankets if you got too cold. Made sure you had someone to cuddle if needed. If anything he was worrying over you too much.
Thankfully the rest of the group had managed to find where you two went. They had gotten good at finding Vash over the years so it wasn’t too hard. They obviously weren’t expecting to finding Vash and you actually interacting though. It was even weirder to find out what had happened. It was kind of impossible to hide the multiple marks spread across your body. Whether it be hickies, bit marks, or claw marks. Which just lead to more people worrying over you. Oh they also had rations which you were the most happy about.
Meryl was reprimanding Vash for not saying anything about he was feeling the days prior. Milly was following the two around amused by the whole situation. Vash was back to normal and trying to calm the dark headed girl down. He was even leading them out of the building so that they wouldn’t bother you or Wolfwood. Wolfwood was off to the side near one of the windows near you. He smoking his cigarette in price and blowing the smoke out the window like this was the most normal thing to happen.
Not much was said between you but he did keep glancing over to look at the purple and red marks on you. He just smirked a bit amused by your appearance.
“What’s so funny?” You questioned the priest coldly.
His smirk only grew at the comment as he looked out the window. He let the smoke drift from his lips and out towards the open window.
“Nothing, nothing…how did ya enjoy our little angel?” He teased obviously trying to get a reaction from you.
“He’s more like a walking chicken if you’re asking me.” You replied unbothered.
You earned a chuckle from the dark headed male.
“What chicken do ya know of that glows?” He quipped as he flicked the cigarette out the window.
You didn’t respond. You took a second to actually think.
“What’s is he though? Is he actually an angel?” You questioned curiously.
“He’s Vash. That’s all that matters.” Wolfwood stated firmly as he crossed the room to leave.
You quickly followed after him.
“No seriously! What did I just fuck?!?” You yelled after him.
drunk (and probs sober too, but def drunk) 98!Vash is 100% the type to reach up and give ur boobs a couple squeezes while going "honk honk!" like a dumbass muffled by his mouth against ur pussy
