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
Do you think that Vash, being non-human, has fisical needs? You know, urgencys? I like an inexperienced Vash and I imagine him super frustrated and embarrassed trying to hide an erection from his s/o
okay okay, I have some thoughts on it 😈
I'm sorry though - my thoughts went to Trimax Vash, and that guy is not as innocent as some might think. He's lived a very long life, after all.
Warnings: g/n reader, slight nsfw, slight self-deprecation
The ways Vash would deal with accidental erection around his s/o:
He doesn’t panic - he manages. When arousal catches him off-guard (which it does, more often than he’d like), he doesn’t bolt or stammer. Instead, you’ll notice a subtle shift - shoulders a little stiffer, voice hitching just a little, thumbs twiddling anxiously. A tension he doesn’t explain. He masks it with a tired smile and a soft “Give me a sec,” before excusing himself.
He knows what’s happening—he just doesn’t like it
It’s not ignorance - it’s restraint. Vash knows desire, he’s just unfamiliar with letting it live in his body, especially around you. He respects you deeply, maybe even reveres you a little, and the idea of you seeing that side of him before you're ready makes him ache with guilt and shame. Not because he thinks it’s wrong - but because he wants it to be right when it happens.
He’s trying his hardest to be discreet as hell. He’ll adjust his coat without a word. Cross his legs. Shift position. Tuck himselfaway from you. He’s got a hundred ways to hide discomfort in plain sight, and unless you’re really tuned into his body language, you’d never know what’s going on.
If you do catch on, he handles it with quiet charm. You raise an eyebrow. He meets your gaze, slightly flushed, lips twitching into a wry smile:“Caught that, huh? …What can I say, you’re just extra beautiful today, Mayfly” He’ll redirect the conversation, distract you from himself, maybe even tease you right back just to shift the power a little - but there’s no hiding the blush in his ears or the twitch of his fingers.
He wants – deeply - but holds back like it’s his second nature. Even when he’s burning up inside, he won’t act on it. Not unless you initiate, not unless you make it clear that you’re ready. He’s so afraid of crossing a line, even unintentionally. So he endures. Quietly. Longingly. He thinks about you at night sometimes. Hates himself a little for it. But the feeling lingers anyway.
If you tease him? You’ll see the real restraint. You lean close, murmur something soft against his ear, your fingers brushing his thigh by accident or design. And he freezes for half a second. Not out of fear - out of restraint. Because he could so easily kiss you. Touch you. Ask for more. But he just breathes deep, tilts his head away, and murmurs:“Careful, sweetheart. I’m not made of stone.” That soft warning? Yeah. He means it.
Later, when things are right, he lets go - but it’s always intentional
When the time comes and intimacy finally unfolds, it’s not frantic or desperate - it’s tender, slow, and reverent. He wants you, and he’s no longer afraid to show it. But you’ll always know: that control, that composure - it was never because he didn’t feel it. It was because he felt it too much.
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.
Ft Vash, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Knives, Legato, Livio, Milly, Meryl
SMUT(MDNI!)NSFW18+ONLY
Face sitting head cannons, reader is AFAB!
Vash:
Honestly bro would be over the moon at the idea. More than willing to let you sit on his face. He’s definitely going to correct his behavior quickly in front of you. Not wanting to come off like he likes the idea more than you. He has very little experience and that experience was from a longggggg time ago. So he’ll be pretty rusty at first then quickly get the hang of it. That is until he gets lost in the moment. Being crushed between your thighs and not having to be in danger tends to really calm him. Allowing him to really get in the moment. I’m talking he’s moaning against you more than you are. The vibrations from his moans are getting you off more than his tongue at this point. Not to mention how messy he is willing to get. Don’t worry though. A part of him is definitely making sure you’re okay and getting some sort of pleasure out of this. He probably will end up creaming his pants. Which just ends in the poor boy becoming so embarrassed and flustered. It’s even worse if he released before you. More than willing to make it up to you after some reassurance and kisses though.
Nicholas D Wolfwood:
Basically has little to no prior experience with this sort of thing. He quickly learns that he loves having his head between your thighs. Tries to find some sort of rhythm or figure out what you like best. That quickly goes out the window after he stops trying to impress you and his mind goes blank. Definitely the type to eat you out like he is starving. Will definitely keep you there for multiple rounds not even letting you have a break. He just can’t help it with the way you taste and react to him. He was built to serve others after all. Likes leaving marks even when he can’t leave them with his mouth. Be prepared to find his fingerprints bruised into your plush thighs from how tight his grip was on you the night prior. Not to mention how sloppy of an eater he is.
Millions Knives:
It would be highly rare for him to willing do something like this. He doesn’t like being touched so I think the idea of having someone sitting on his face disturbs him in some way. He also doesn’t like to get messy either so it would be hard to get him to do this at all even. Not experienced but has a lot of knowledge on the how things work. Likes to be control so he would control the pace and keep you where he wanted you. Says he didn’t like it at all but he definitely did like some parts of the experience. Very precise and rigid at first. He will definitely get frustrated that you aren’t falling apart already and pleading for more. Degrading is a must for him. Would use his knives to tease you while he gets the hang of things. Will have you begging by the end of the experience. Will keep you right on the edge for making him even do this in the first place.
Legato:
Oh boy. It’s kind of impossible to see him having a relationship with anyone due to how obsessed he is with knives. Is not experienced at all. If you do manage to catch his eye somehow it could go two ways. It all depends on the person he’s participating with. He could be domineering and degrading. Basically coping Knives in every way possible. Or he could be a complete devotee. On his hands and knees praising you like a god. Either way he’ll be obsessed with you. Studies your every reaction and movement in bed. Can come off very rigid or very needy depending on the mood. Gets off completely by you whether he’s dominating or submitting. Probably won’t last long in this position. He’s already five steps head figuring out which ways he could make you come undone.
Livio:
A very willing participant like Vash but very shy about the whole thing. Worries about hurting you or messing this up somehow. Not experienced at all. Very gentle with you and likes to take things slow. You most likely have to lead him somewhat during this. Once he gets started though, it’s a bit harder to stop him. Feels safe being surrounded by you which eases him a lot. A lot of grunts and weak moans from the male as he tries to do what makes you squirm the most. Definitely the type to get overwhelmed and pull back enough just so you can see his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Usually followed by praises before he dives back in.
Milly:
Girl is down for anything. She is very positive and optimistic. Constantly giving you praise the whole time. More than willing to participate if it means you both get some pleasure and fun. Very eager and surprisingly very good with her tongue. Probably has the most experience out of everyone on this list. A bit of a tease too. Will stop to nip at your inner thighs before giggling and returning to what matters most. Is a switch so it depends on if you would rather lead. Very touchy so be prepared to have her hands wandering everywhere. She doesn’t care about how messy it can get. That just means she can drag you to the shower for even more fun.
Meryl:
She wouldn’t mind in the slightest. She tends to be on the smaller side compared to most people. If anything you would end up being worried about crushing her. She’ll be able to take it though. Loves getting lost between your thighs. She has had barely any experience but learns quickly. She picks up on other people’s behaviors which comes in handy for times like this. More interested with your bud than anything else. She likes being in charge but doesn’t mind stepping back to let someone else lead. Is still a bit bossy when in a more submissive role. So don’t be surprised if she pulls back to nag at you for moving too much. Might even playfully spank you on top of it for fun.
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.
pairing: vash the stampede x afab! fem!reader
content: smut (MDNI!)
cw: questionable usage of this man's prosthetic fingers, c.lit play, tristamp coded vash because of the arm color but the others can have some coochie as a treat
a/n: been in my notes app for forever. i cannot believe my first fic in awhile is smut and it's even my first trigun fic. ashamed. shaking out the dust and sand from my brain just like vash shakin' out the sand from his arm.
brad is a genius and knew the blonde would gunk up his masterpiece with sand at some point... so he provided a neat lil feature to help shimmy out the granules from the tiny crevices!
On the desert planet that was Noman’s Land, sand was a cruel devil for mechanical bits and bobs. Constantly eroding the cheap lacquers and choking up the gears in more intricate machinations made being an engineer a more annoying task. Hence why Brad, genius that he is, had equipped the blonde gunman’s arm with a little special something to rid the little granules from the intricate joints that made up the malachite arm.
“This is the annoying part; gets... so… gritty– Eep!”
The blonde man squawks as he flails his left arm around, jerkily stretching his lithe fingers. The dual suns’ rays reflect off of the flat planes of his limb, occasionally blinding you as you watched him fumble around. Speckles fell from the crevices as he slapped his other hand against the jewel toned forearm, but the grimace on his face told you that it wasn’t quite fixed yet. Before you could offer to helpfully brush it down with a random paintbrush you picked up from the previous town, he fiddled with something at his inner bicep and the teal arm buzzed to life.
Sand granules vibrated and seemingly shimmied out of the tighter spaces of his arm and fingers, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he happily wiggled his digits again. A clear lack of stuttered arcs in their movements told you the sand battle was won.
Distantly, the others in your ragtag group argued about the lack of water and supplies for the next few hours, but your brain wanted nothing to do with that conversation. In fact, the mechanical whirring of his arm mimicked the static of your empty skull. Not a single thought was between your eyes at that moment.
Words died in the back of your throat and were replaced with absolutely salacious thoughts. Those thoughts raced through your mind and the blood pumped wildly in your ears (and between your legs). You fiddled with your fingers nervously as you cleared your throat to grab the blonde's attention.
“Say, Vash,” you coughed, and his eyes darted to yours in interest at the awkward tone you’ve suddenly adopted, “I’ve got an… idea.”
Those big blue eyes blinked owlishly at you as he curiously tilted his head.
“What’s up, Mayfly?”
As soon as the group stumbled into town, divvied up the keys, and parted ways, the door of your motel room was barricaded by a splintered chair because the lock didn’t live up to its namesake.
“Curious about this, huh?” Vash’s teasing murmur against the shell of your ear snapped your attention back to the present. “Were you wondering how it would feel… against… your–”
The tip of his cool, jade finger floated down and graced the swollen bud between your legs. Before you could snap a little jab in his direction, the droning mechanism whirred to life again, except this time, Vash wasn’t trying to rid himself of sand. With a yelp, you curled in on yourself, plush thighs caging the broad man’s hands. Your body jerked and he laughed breathlessly, cooing as his flesh-and-blood hand pried your legs apart. This man was teasing you! Turning the buzzing fingers on and off? How cruel–
“So lewd of you,” he cooed your name, delighted by your body’s honest reactions.
Tease. Bastard. Where’d this confidence come from?
He tenderly pressed chapped lips against the back of your neck, pecking you three times over. When you embarrassingly squirmed against him and curled in again, he fussed. “M-Mayfly, don’t hide,” he breathes, his voice laced with poorly masked desperation. Your attention was taken and you ceased your squirming at the breathlessness of the man holding you. “Just wanna make you feel good.”
For Vash the Stampede, succumbing to hedonism was a transgression against his moral code. Yet, when it comes to his precious Mayfly, your happiness and pleasure were equally his own, and he was a selfish sinner learning to indulge.
He would never come to you with this... idea. But he won’t lie that it came to mind once.
Well, twice.
Okay, maybe a few times before the two of you had become entangled in each other.
For every stuttered gasp you released, he mirrored it. For every choked moan you bit back, his hips bucked in response to wordlessly beg you to let go in his arms.
It made you wonder who was going to finish first. It made him wonder why he took this long to do this. It was all for you, after all. Your pleasure was his.
The gunman’s ragged back rested against the chilled wall of the dim motel room, pulling you taut against his warmth. He protected your back from pressing uncomfortably against the metal over his heart, shifting your body to lean on the rightmost side of his chest. His soft hair tickled you at times, constantly adding ammo to the reasons to squirm in his lap.
Vash’s touch was grounding, yet it also sent you straight for the clouds. His initial hesitant ministrations were gaining confidence the more you sang for him and arched so prettily in his grasp; his index and middle fingers moved at a languid pace, playing you like a seasoned musician performing their magnum opus.
At the start, he expressed concern over the idea of using his arm’s ugly, brutish, and utilitarian functions on your soft body. He sputtered in surprise when you first mentioned it earlier in the day; he had frantically gestured to his shining arm, babbling and asking you to confirm what he thought you had said. Crimson heat rose to his ears and it was not from the suns beating down on his neck.
Vash was certainly surprised by your proposal, but again, it wasn’t necessarily the first time it came to his mind.
Even as the two of you first settled against the musty sheets on the mattress, his hesitation spoke volumes with the way his fingers ghosted your core. After much coaxing and promises to stop him if it hurt, he finally, cautiously, pressed his strong fingers where you needed them most. The jade fingers weren’t vibrating though. Only when you complained with a whined cry of his name did he turn it on with bated breath.
Well, Vash quickly learned the tremoring metal was not too much against your core, and hearing your stuttered gasps? The practiced gunman was delighted to find out his body could serve you even better than before.
Currently, each time your legs twitch inwards, he’d whine with pouted disagreement and sweet talk your body to open back up to his touch by nudging your thighs apart again. His petulant huff raced past your ear and your attention would wrap around his next words. “So wet, Mayfly,” he breathed, awe lacing his voice. “Is it that good? Am I doing okay?”
Genuinely, Vash wanted to be nice, so he stopped his flicked motions to let you answer. His fingers rested on your clit, but didn’t cease the vibrations. With trembling, yet practiced fingers steadily pulsing against you, your head flew back onto his shoulder as you choked out your pleasure, “S-so good, Vash!”
Oh god, you sounded wrecked and beautiful to this man’s ears. The man always loved how his name was uttered from your lips. Your compliment held an unsaid cry for him to continue, so he hummed happily as his fingers sped up their strides, flicking up and down, and occasionally chasing well-practiced circles. The vibrations from his hand seemed to amp up in strength and your hands flew to his strong legs, digging your nails into his skin. His hand was suddenly drenched and his breath caught at the back of his throat.
His loving pace faltered for a beat at the sting of your grip as he groaned, mindlessly nuzzling the back of your neck with his nose. The crescent marks on his legs would never scar like the others on his body because you’d never harm him in such a way, but a ruined part of his mind prayed you did. Vash’s free hand trailed up from your tummy to cup one of your breasts to gently toy with the swollen nubs, pulling you close against his body.
“You’re so wet,” he moans brokenly and gingerly nips at the juncture of your neck. His fingers were starting to clumsily slip from the slick drowning his fingers, but he was determined to be so good and do well. That’s all the Humanoid Typhoon ever wanted to be for you, after all. If he was blessed to touch an angel and make her sing with his erred hands, the least he would do was give her a glimpse of heaven, right?
“A-are you getting close, Mayfly? Can feel her throbbin’ f’me…” he slurs, his fingers working overtime as he flicked and massaged you. You wailed softly as he seemed to establish a steady rhythm after your sudden deluge from earlier. Before he can moan out yet another nose-bleeding-inducing whimper, your hand shoots out and halts all of his progress. You yank his arm away and a confused ‘bwuh?’ slips from the blonde angel in the room. Before he can protest, you awkwardly crane your head around and stare him down; his voice, worry, and confusion fizzle away at the dazed gaze you grace him with.
Although the room was dim this late at night, the lantern illuminated your silhouette well; every curve on your body was highlighted by the warm light. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath from his little onslaught of pleasure.
‘Wow.’
You laughed; did he say that aloud?
Kind of embarrassing, but–
Desperate want painted your pretty little face as you pant at him. His grip on your body loosened as he felt your legs twitch, letting you rearrange the two of you however the hell you wanted.
He’d follow you anywhere.
When you lifted yourself from his body to shakily turn and face him, a hum bubbled in his throat before your fingers coyly traveled down your front, spreading yourself under his gaze. His cerulean eyes had followed your fingers’ dance and he swallowed dryly.
Wet.
So wet.
He did that.
Your thighs were quivering as you balanced yourself on your knees, and if he stared hard enough and long enough, he was sure he’d see you drip onto the sheets.
What a waste that would be, though.
Dumbly, his jaw slackens he stares at your lower half glistening with the obvious sign of your love for him. Distantly, his left hand continued to buzz against your flesh and you laughed at the tickling sensation as you placed your hands on his tense shoulders to steady yourself.
His brain was going to short circuit like the very first time you allowed him to even see an inch of your bare skin. The hardworking pink thing in his skull cheered over and over as his eyes continued to glaze over at the gift in front of him.
Your plump lips were mouthing salacious words down at him but were only partially registering in his clouded brain.
Something about ‘being inside’ and ‘finishing together’–
His wide eyes snapped back up to yours when you planted your hips firmly against his. Oh god, his pants were so ruined but he didn’t care. Not when you were looking down at him with all the love in your eyes as you sighed out his name in bliss.
It sounded so pretty from your lips.
The Humanoid Typhoon felt dizzy, oh so dizzy…
You purred when his hands shakily found their home on your hips, “c’mon Plant boy. Let’s get those pants off of you, huh?”
Vash the Stampede had never clumsily unbuckled his ruined pants so fast in his life. Can’t blame the guy though. His pretty litte Mayfly laughing and sitting on his lap made it really difficult.
AN: A night of passion with Vash where he's reminded why he's always so desperate for your body.
Another re-upload, I have done zero editing from the original post.
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It made his heart thunder in his chest, the muscle beating hard enough he was certain he’d have scars along the inside of his ribs to match the hardened flesh outside. Turning almost in slow motion and seeing you there, unable to make out anything outside of your form with the light illuminated your form. A few short steps before his feet and hammering the ground in his desperation to reach you.
Hearing your laughter reach his ears as his arms encased you while his lips slotted over yours. The sensation of your nimble fingers trailing up his chest and slipping over his shoulders to push his jacket away, his hands pulling away from you just long enough to let the sleeves drop away. Your lips taste like heaven, a sense of peace washing over him as your lips provide a gentle resistance to his insistence.
Like a man lost in the desert for weeks coming across a lush oasis and taking that first long drink. Almost drowning in his desperation to enjoy the feeling of your clothed body leaning into his, the small little mewls you let out while his tongue slid along your lower lip.
All the while his hands glide along your sides, taking note of the curve of your waist, the heat of your skin warming the cool metal of his prosthetic as it rests against your bare hip. A soft giggle, like a feather teasing his nose as your lips part and he rushes past them, groaning at the taste of you heavy on his tongue. He could remain wrapped in your embrace for the rest of his life, swallowed whole by the fire you ignite in his soul.
Yet while he revels in the heady luxury that is your tongue against his, he doesn’t miss your fingers tugging on the fabric of his shirt. Your own desperation for him is clear as the neck of his shirt grows tighter in your insistence trying to pull it up and away from his skin. Pulled taunt between both of your bodies as neither of you moves away, the smallest gap would be too much.
At least until he needs air, a long clear line of salvia connecting your lips before his shirt is gone. His hands dropping to undo the snap of your belt, the shifting of your hips allowing the thick material of your pants dropping to the ground. Groaning at the vision of you in your leotard, his blue eyes focused on one spot, the darkening space between your thighs before the smell of your arousal hits him like a train wreck. His knees trembling, and not just because your fingers are on his belt making quick work of loosening it and your hand slipping down the waistband of his pants to grip his warm cock. The rough pads, the only ones he wants wrapped around his shaft, his hips jerking involuntarily.
Two can play at that game, his flesh hand pushing the bottom of your leotard away and tracing the outside of your dripping flesh with his metal fingers. The nodes provide sensation in the tips making him groan at the heat of your sex, the amount of liquid pouring from deep inside of you making him dizzy. Or was it the pumping of your hand around his twitching cock?
His fingers start to rub harder and harder along your slit and he can hear your breathing change, the tempo of your inhales rising to match the movement of his index and middle fingers.
As if you don’t want to be outdone, your hand is twisting around his flesh tighter and his balls throbbing in tandem. Taking a long inhale before smirking against the side of your mouth, shoving both of his fingers deep inside your walls and as you gasp at the intrusion he catches your mouth, his tongue plunging into the wet cavern in time to his hand thrusting up into your core.
Gripping your asscheek and keeping the fabric away, wishing he had taken the time to fully remove the damn thing so he could feel more of your warming skin under his palm. As his tongue sweeps inside of your mouth he can feel your orgasm growing closer adding a third finger and increasing the speed of his fingers before curling them against that spot inside of you that makes you quake in his hold.
Your grip on his dick loosening as you shake against him, letting out a whimper that sends a line of lightning tingling along his spine down to his balls. As you relax, your plush breasts still trapped in the tight fabric against his body he smirks as his eyes open. Taking in your slack jaw and barely open orbs that make his heart stutter, the adoration he sees in them almost painful.
How can someone like you see something in him to cause you to smile at him like he’s your whole world?
The throbbing of his cock pulling him from his own melancholy, pulling his fingers from your core with a wet slurp as your juices pour down his hand. Lifting it to his lips while gazing into your eyes before spreading them, your clear slick forming strands along the V they form. Sticking out his tongue and making a show of cleaning the proof of your release from his digits.
From the moment it touches his tongue he hums. You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, a nectar he could slurp from your core until you're whimpering that it’s too much covered in sweat and shaking from his tender ministrations.
As you let out another mewl against him and shiver coming back to your senses his flesh hand slides along the fabric of your leotard before finding the snaps holding it in place. A few quick movements as he tosses you in the air, a symphony of squeals ringing around you before you land on the bed buck naked.
He doesn’t waste any time chasing after you as you bounce his pants and underwear gone grabbing both of your hands in his prosthetic and placing it above your head, stopping you from trying to hide from his wandering eyes.
Licking his lips as he drinks in your form committing every scar to memory, the curve of your breast and waist. Shuddering as his flesh hand cups your jaw, a quick kiss pressed to your lips before trailing his fingertips along your throat. Your heartbeat pounding in time to his, strong and steady as he enjoys the feeling of your skin under his.
Moving lower until he can cup one of your breasts. Sending you a wink and lowering his head to suck at the mound, humming as your back arches pushing more of your chest into his open mouth. He can feel your nipple pebbling, the tip of his tongue starting to circle the hardening flesh while his flesh hand kneads the other.
Taking his time as your body keeps arching and falling against him while his cock throbs against your thigh smearing pre-cum along the skin in erratic waves. Knowing you could struggle against his hold and break free if you wanted, instead caught up in the same flames of desire as he is. Both of you are prisoners to your lust for one another, and when he pulls away with a pop you sigh while the damp skin puckers as the cold air hits your skin.
Leaning upwards to catch your mouth as both of you battle for dominance in the kiss, adjust your lower body so the head of his cock is teasing along your folds. Your slick coating his length as it slides along the lips of your pussy, the pressure delectable over your clit and he can feel the throbbing of the bundle of nerves against his sensitive skin.
Releasing his grip on your wrist and pushing himself upwards so his chest is hovering over yours, a few beads of sweat falling from his body softly to yours. He shivers as your fingers follow the line of sinew making up the muscles of his forearm and the smooth metal shaped
like a bone, up past his elbows and careful of the translation to ravaged flesh before gripping his shoulders.
Sharing a look of want before you give him a curt nod, one of your smaller hands reach down to pump his cock before aligning his tip with your dripping opening. Serving as a guide as he slowly sinks into you welcoming heat, the muscles of your inner walls parting for his length easily. Your core knows every vein along his shaft, as if you’ve adjusted to just his shape and he knows he’s in heaven as he pierces you until he’s as deep as he can go.
Lowering his forehead to yours but keeping the bulk of his weight off you while you adjust to his size. Your hand cupping his jaw with your thumb brushing his cheekbone, a soft laugh from you has your walls gripping him even tighter. A long exhale before you nod once more and grip his shoulders again, a sign he can move as freely as he wants.
Pulling his hips backwards until only his tip is encased in your walls taking a moment to enjoy the look of serenity on your face, suddenly snapping his hips to drive himself back to his base in one fluid motion. A tiny gasp from you, and he sets his pace well aware you can the pistoning of his body inside of you as your back arches in pleasure. Blinking the sweat from his eyes and groaning when you move your legs to wrap around his hips, allowing him to hammer deeper inside of you.
One of your hands moving to grip the back of his neck while the other slides along the meat of his upper back, your quivering core sucking him in as if you’ll never let him go. Grinning as he lowers his body down so as he thrusts part of his pelvis is brushing your clit, the sound of wet skin punctuated by breathy moans as you both chase your high.
He can feel his orgasm growing as you bury your face against his chest while your fingers press harder against the nape of his neck as your walls clamp down on his shaft. Pumping his hips faster and riding out your second release as he chases his own, panting and whining while you try to milk him for all he’s worth. Moments from spilling his hot seed in your welcoming walls.
Only to wake up just before he can tip over that precipice, sitting up suddenly with a hand over his scarred chest and a phantom pain where his missing arm should be.
The tears start to pour from his eyes as his mind wakes up and he remembers.
Remembers those final hours in JuLai, telling you to run and take Meryl with you while he fought his brother trying to keep the cube that even now he doesn’t remember how he created it.
Remembers seeing your retreating form as Wolfwood grabbed Meryl.
Remembers blowing up the city, and you with it.
His Mayfly.
The first person to not pull away from him. To hold him close as he broke down, to love him after learning he wasn’t human. And he was the reason he would never hold you like he had in his dream ever again. The tiny voice at the back of his mind saying he needed to keep believing you were alive and looking for him. Except it was easier to wallow in his own self imposed exile.
All the while you sat up in a dingy hotel room, trying to figure out why after a year you still couldn’t find him, the infamous Humanoid Typhoon. Vash the Stampede. Your missing lover.
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
