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＾）
Hi oke i already requested this but i wanna do it again since the last one isn’t exactly specific??
In celebration of Trigun stargaze coming out next year, Can you do a Vash x fem reader reunion sex smut? Let’s say after an extremely emotional reunion they head inside a motel and immediately started getting to fuck all night long not caring that they’ll get tired/sore
I look forward to Stargaze. I miss the golden boyfailure.
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A/N: Have to rewatch both version of the anime before the new one. Gonna be fun.
Vash is needy and touch starved on the best of days but when he's spent over a month in the wastelands all by himself he is extra clingy
The first thing he does is eat you out
He was in the desert alone, the man is thirsty for you and he won't stop until his jaw hurts and is soaked with your pussy juices
Easily gets pussy drunk and mumbles praises against you, his words slurred and mumbled
Plunges his tongue into your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, allowing you to taste yourself
When he finds out that you haven't masturbated since he left he feels really bad for taking so long to come back
Grins when you tug on his hips and pants all impatient
Not overly cocky but he thrives on your words of praise that's for sure
As soon as he gets in inch deep in you he has to clench his whole body in order to stop himself from blowing his load right there and then
Masturbated while he was away but only when he had morning wood
Of course that doesn't compare to the warmth and tightness of your pussy, slippery and sucking him in deeper until he feels his balls pressing against you
Interlocks his fingers with yours once he starts moving fast and deep
Would take more time if the both of you weren't so needy
But don't worry, he can go for as many rounds as you want him to
Good thing that he can't get you pregnant so when you tell him you want a creampie he never says no
Both of you enjoy cleaning each other up after sex in the 69 position, slow and taking your time
Never doubt in Vash wanting cuddles afterwards
How could he not hold you close and be clingy after spending so much time apart
And if you want to go again just tell him, or... start sucking his cock again, that works too, that works really well actually
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
word count: 688
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.”
cw: mdni (i'll block u), gn!reader, kissing, public-ish (no one sees), oral, cum swallowing
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Lovers who go wild at the tiniest things.
You’re not even trying to be sexy, and they’re not even trying to fuck, but then they see your hands move in just the right way, or your lips quirk up at the ends, or your body shifts in just the most perfect way to make their minds go blank.
They shepherd you off to somewhere private, where no prying eyes will get to see the way you melt when they cut you off with a kiss, cradling your chin like you’re made of porcelain.
“Please?” They ask softly, breathless as they let their free hand slide across your stomach to the curve of your hip. “You don’t have to do anything,” they plead into your neck. “You just have to stand there and look pretty while I take care of you… And I’ll take such good care of you.”
And when you nod, the air effectively stolen from your lungs, they leave one last lingering kiss on your lips before dropping down to their knees. They only pull your clothes down just enough to reveal what they’re after, preserving what little modesty you can have before they’re drowning in your taste.
They drink from you like wanderers starved, so engorged in the flavor of your arousal that they don’t even realize that they’ve got one of your legs draped over their shoulder, giving them the perfect angle for more while keeping you upright.
You taste like heaven, the musk of your arousal like the nectar of the gods with each swipe of their tongue. The sounds that leave you make their heart race in their chest, regardless of if they’re hushed whispers of their names or desperate pleas of “more, please, faster—“ They just want more of you.
So they guide your fingers to their hair, and it’s the only real warning you get before their efforts double over. Spit and pleasure drips down their chin, but they don’t care that they’re a mess. They’re a mess for you, in service of you and your voice and the roll of your hips against their mouth as they guide you closer and closer to your climax until finally—finally—the thread snaps and you fall apart.
Even then, they don’t pull away just yet. They swallow what they can, then lick up the rest, even if that means you’re both still a mess afterwards.
“You’re so pretty…” They press a chaste kiss against your inner thigh, too drunk off of you to say or do anything else. When you meet their eyes you can see the pure adoration in them, as well as their own need writhing tortuously from the effect you have on them. But loving you, tasting you, making you come completely undone with nothing but their tongue… that’s more than enough for them.
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Characters I was thinking of: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Hawks/Keigo Takami, Laios Touden, Argenti, Serval, Jing Yuan, Karlach Cliffgate, Leandar, Kuras, + your faves <3
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.
