Vash pounding the reader in his fuckin GimpSuit from the manga after he catches them ogling at him?? 🥺👉👈
Soooo… I definitely got carried away with this. It’s also DEFINITELY not what you had in mind with this request, but as I said, I'm more of a dom reader blog. I hope you like it nonetheless.
Pairing: Soft Dom! Vash (specifically manga Vash) x Kind of bratty! Reader
Warnings: Reader has a vag but can be read as any gender tbh, porn with little plot, piv, Vash is a munch, he’s obsessed with you, he’s also a big tease, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, banter, they're very in love, I think they're both switches really but, whatever.
Word count: little over 2k.
Synopsis: Reader is caught ogling Vash in the slutty little bodysuit he wears under his trench coat, so he takes the opportunity to tease them. One thing leads to another, now they're screwing.
MDNI‼️‼️
It was no secret that Vash was usually seen dressed in his signature, strikingly red trench coat, but there were the odd few occasions where he could be seen without it. Namely, when it was being fixed up by yours truly.
It’s a bit odd seeing him without it, not that you mind considering the absolute view you’re getting of him currently.
The Humanoid Typhoon has always been pretty in your eyes, but the… clothes… he wears under his trench coat made him infinitely hotter. The sleek, black bodysuit (does it really count as a bodysuit?) he sports is nothing short of sultry when worn by a man like him, especially with how much you already adore him. The bodysuit gave you a perfect view of essentially his entire torso, considering it was so skin-tight it didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Vash was unintentionally giving you front-row seats to such a mouthwatering sight: him.
You’ve been staring at him out of the corner of your eye for hours now. You look over every portion of his body, admiring his choice in clothing as you put stitch after stitch into repairing his coat.
You fix your gaze back down at the red piece of clothing in your lap, admiring your handiwork. You run your fingers over the newly added stitches that repaired every hole you could find.
You hold up the coat to the light, tilting your head to get a good look before nodding. “I think it’s done!”
The gunman perks up instantly from his perch across the room, “Really!? Thank you, Mayfly!” He grins as he makes his way over to take the coat from you.
You relent the coat to his grip, taking the opportunity to run your eyes across his form once more as he inspects your stitches. It was cute; you could tell he wasn’t used to people doing kind things for him.
You shrug, your eyes fixated on his body instead of his face, “It was nothing, the least I could do after watching you get shot at all day long.”
Vash huffs out a shy laugh, which finally brings your attention back to his face, as he shoots you an appreciative look. “Yeah, maybe, but I appreciate it. Coat hasn't looked this good in ages.”
He spins to set the trench coat down on the desk in the corner of the room, giving you a delicious view of his back. “Although,” He starts, almost apprehensively. “I’m starting to think it was just an excuse to stare at me all day long. Not that I'm very much to look at…”
Your eyes widen in surprise before you roll them, annoyed by his self-deprecating language. “I don't know what you mean by that. I think you're very nice to look at.”
The blonde snorts, turning to face you, leaning against the desk as he folds his arms over his chest. “I can tell by how much you've been peeking.”
You squint your eyes at him. Is he… teasing you?! “Are you not enjoying my attention, Vash?”
“Quite the opposite.” He says with a grin as he freezes you in place with his gaze. “I think I’m enjoying it more than I should.”
Oh, he’s definitely teasing you.
“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”
Vash crosses the room in a few long strides, taking your face in his hands to lock you in a scorching kiss. The metal of his left arm was strikingly cold against your flushed cheek, despite the gloves he wore. He winds his flesh hand to hold the back of your neck to tilt you into his embrace more easily.
You can feel his grin as you whine against his lips, allowing him further access to your mouth,
He’s enjoying this too much. You think blindly as you grip his shoulders.
You part, inhaling much-needed air. Vash’s eyes are half lidded as he flits his blue eyes from one part of your face to another, admiring your rosy visage. He offers a half-hearted smirk, “The bodysuit really does something for you, huh?”
You groan, leaning back to lie flat on the bed. “Yeah, unfortunately.”
He laughs, using his right hand to caress the column of your throat as he parts your legs to step between them. He whispers in an attempt at being sexy, “Want me to show you what’s underneath…?”
You snort, “Babe, I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count. You know I want to see what’s underneath.” You swat his hand away, sitting up slightly to pull your shirt over your head, already ahead of him.
The gunman stares at you for longer than he probably should, his eyes dilated and his jaw clenched.
“Vash…?”
He shakes his head slightly, making eye contact with you as he sinks to his knees between your legs. He set his sights on unfastening your belt, looking back up to you for approval before helping you shimmy out of your pants, taking your underwear with them.
Your body feels warm under Vash’s stare when he spreads you open. He flicks his gaze back up towards you as he begins leading open-mouthed kisses towards where you need him most. His hands wrap around your thighs to prop them over his shoulders.
Your own hand coming up to slide through his blonde locks in encouragement, “C’mon, please, Vash…”
He gives you a sly grin before ceasing his teasing and finally placing a hot kiss on your clit. Your voice hitches, a small “Oh…” escaping you. He loosens his flesh hand from your thighs, bringing it to his mouth and using his teeth to pull off his glove.
You lean back in anticipation, your hand pulling his hair just a bit tighter when he starts moving his mouth in ways that always make you see stars.
Vash groans at the taste of you as he covers his tongue in your very essence. His ungloved fingers play with your entrance before he finally slips one digit inside. Goosebumps cover your skin at the feeling of even just one of his fingers inside of you; they always feel much better than your own.
You tilt your head back with a sigh, eyes clenched shut, focusing on the feeling of him as he flicks his tongue against your clit and entrance. He pumps his finger in and out before adding another, a filthy wet sound emitting from the action.
He moves with gusto, working you open on his palm and mouth. Vash’s touch is nothing short of feverish. Your grip on his hair tightens further, causing him to groan, and you crack open your eyes to look at him, only to catch him already staring up at you from his place between your thighs. The look he gives you has your walls contract as you peak,
“Oh fuck…!”
You cry out as you cum, back arching off the mattress, thighs twitching closed around Vash’s head as he continues to work you through your orgasm. His own hips buck up slightly at the sounds of pleasure you make as you fall apart on his tongue.
You quiver at the aftershocks of your release as Vash cleans you up with his mouth. You release your grip on him when he leans back on his haunches, licking your release from his fingers, eyes locked onto yours, cheeks ablaze. He shoots you a grin as he licks his lips, “Was that good? You nearly crushed my head…” He teases.
You exhale a hard breath, meeting his gaze. “Obviously, it was good, didn’t take much to make me cum.” You sit upright with great effort after the mind melt that was your recent climax and take his cheeks in your hands, “Now, please, take your clothes off and fuck me.”
Vash maneuvers to press a kiss to your inner palm before standing up to undo his belt. The view you get of him is jaw-dropping; his skin is flushed and glistening.
Fuck, he was hard. You could see the outline of his cock from behind his pants. You reach out from your spot on the mattress and press your palm around the shape of him. The blonde chokes, hips twitch towards the warmth of your hand.
“Careful, Mayfly. I don’t wanna cum too early…” He says, shyly, as he moves away from your touch to continue shedding the outfit that started this in the first place. You admire the view, just like you had earlier today.
“Can I suck you off?” You ask, watching while he finally pulls off the last piece of clothing.
Vash shakes his head lightly as he gives you a bashful smile, “Maybe later, I wanna feel you fall apart around me.”
You sigh wistfully and mutter, “A girl can dream…” as you flick your gaze between his pretty face and his perfect cock. He huffs out a small laugh as he crawls onto the mattress, pushing you up against the mountain of pillows and crawling in between your legs.
The gunman lifts your thighs over his hips as he nudges closer to you. You sweep your glance across his body once more; despite the scars that cover him, he’s still beautiful. You reach one hand up to caress his cheek as he maneuvers you the way he wants you, thighs wrapped high around his waist, pressed nearly flush against him.
He makes eye contact with you once more before turning his face slightly to nuzzle into your palm. “You ready?”
You flash him a smirk and nod, “Told you to fuck me, didn’t I?”
Vash wastes no time pushing himself into you. The feeling leaves you both reeling when he buries himself to the hilt. You gasp as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply. His hips twitch forward slightly, and he clenches his jaw.
He pauses a moment before settling his pretty blue gaze on you once more. “Good?” He manages to grit out, clearly trying to restrain himself.
It’s something you love about Vash: even though he’s got a massive bounty on his head, he always remains the perfect amount of gentle.
You sink deeper into the pillows you rest on, gliding your hand down to rest on his shoulder as he grips your thighs in a tighter hold than probably necessary, not that you’re complaining.
“Mhm.” You hum out, locking your ankles together behind his back.
He unceremoniously pulls back a bit, only to roll his hips against yours with a force that makes your mind blank. You let out a whine, “Shit…!”
Vash leans down to lock you in a searing kiss as he continues to drive his length into you at an unforgiving pace. He brings his metal hand up to fondle your chest before bringing it back down to circle your clit. You're pliant to his touch, sighing into the open-mouthed kiss you’re both locked in.
The motion of his hips is one of the few things on your mind. The way his skin meets yours makes your fingertips buzz as they grip any part of him they can reach.
Vash pulls back to allow you to breathe, opting to bury his head in the crook of your neck, and he rocks into you. He lets out a groan as you clench around his cock. His pace turns frantic, hand rubbing your clit at a more desperate pace.
“Fuck! Vash, I’m gonna—“
He sounds nothing short of ragged, and he nods into your neck. Pressing kisses anywhere he can reach as he tries his hardest to get you to come apart.
Finally, you cry out as your body convulses, your vision flashes white in pleasure. Vash shutters against you, gasping into your skin as he melds his body to yours once more to spill into your heat.
Your walls spasm around him while he rolls his hips a few more times to push you both through the aftershocks of your orgasms.
Everything is sticky and warm, and you feel the best kind of boneless when Vash pulls back to check on you. The look on your face must’ve told on you because he instantly looks shy.
“Might’ve overdone it a little bit…”
You open your eyes. “I feel like I’m melting.”
Vash pulls away from you with a wince. “Is that good or bad?”
You smile, exhausted. “Good. Definitely good.”
Like I said before: send me requests!! please!!! I'm not shy; you shouldn’t be shy!! I’ll write for most fandoms and a plethora of genres of smutty goodness so long as it’s nothing immoral.
VASH THE STAMPEDE!!! they're just a few sketches bc i love the way his face changes ^^ Perhaps Nick next...I lav you Nickie Wolfwood!!!!!! If you're a Trigun '98 fan, ily pls bmf
Oh... irl life ate all my time and attention. But that’s no excuse to abandon YuMay. Yes, I know it's already July, but… who cares?
Day 6 - On a date
Idea about date on observation deck with zero gravity immediately came to my mind. Let's just imagine that there was something like this on the Ship Three (it's a spaceship after all!). I think Vash was the one who find this "room" first. And decided to arrange a surprise for Blaze. For her, who had always been on ground, the sudden loss of gravity came as a shock. Blaze floated upside down and accidentally drifted into a wall before figuring out how to keep her balance. And Vash is already smiling watching her. Because finally this feels right. Because he almost never got moments where the world feels fun and peaceful.
Day 7 - Fankid(s)
Tessa and Noah, twins (is anyone surprised?). Two opposite personalities: she's loud, curious, always dragging her brother into troubles. He’s observant, takes notes and sighs at his sister's chaos, but supports her. They bicker constantly. They're inseparable. Vash sees himself and his brother Knives in them. Who they could have been if not for the circumstances. Blaze sees hope in them. She believes children will bring happiness into their father’s life.
Day 8 – Board game
I love D&D and play D&D a lot. I think Vash and Blaze would love it too if they tried it. They'd be that annoying chaotic good duo, tasked with the great mission of saving the world. And they'd take a long time to complete it, because they'd pick up a bunch of side quests along the way, saving random NPCs.
Day 9 – Movie night
Vash and Blaze can't watch anything silently. Their "silent mode" lasts 10 minutes at most (which is why they're not allowed into movie theaters). And then one of them start talking again. About plot holes. About whether the villain is redeemable. About what snacks they should make next. About random memories the movie triggered.
Day 10 - Dancing
Vash surprisingly graceful when he's not thinking about it. Blaze is surprisingly quiet when it comes to dancing. But they remain themselves: sometimes she steps on his toes. Sometimes he dips her and nearly drops her. They're laughing before the song ends.
