It's the Thought that Counts A Vash x f!Reader Oneshot
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
summary: Vash admires you from afar, but he's too scared to ever admit his feelings. Lucky for him, a kind soul gifts him something that brings the two of you closer together. word count: 4'308 cw: pwp/smut, pre-relationship, sex toys, weird science/weird magical dildos??, handjobs (but not really), blowjobs (but not really), p in v sex (but not really), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, humping & grinding, some spicy guilt and secret feelings, pining, whiny to feral Vash a/n: The tagging is a total mess. I think you'll understand my dilemma once you read the fic. 😂 {AO3 Link} - In case you prefer to read on there
Any merchant on No Man’s Land worth their salt made it their business to travel. Only a merchant who was willing to cross the sands would make something of themselves. Hence, why the sand steamers were always so full of them.
Vash watched you from afar as you buzzed through the sea of buyers and sellers, eyes wide and wondrous as you poked your head into stall after stall full of goods that caught your attention.
A soft smile tugged on the corner of Vash’s mouth. It had only been a few months since he started traveling alongside you, and yet he felt like he couldn’t spend a day without you. Your smile, your quick quips and sunny laugh, your sometimes short fuse, and unwavering loyalty. Everything about you, Vash adored.
The only problem was that he had never told you. As it stood right now, the two of you were just companions–just friends–and that was the way it would stay. Vash couldn’t tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t burden you with that, and he didn’t deserve even an ounce of your affection.
But despite the diseased guilt he bore, Vash yearned for you–so terribly and so deeply. Everytime he looked at you, every time you touched him, it tore him apart inside. Vash wanted to be with you, to be close, to be present. Not stuck 150 years in the past, where nothing but the bones of his sin and misery lie.
In the end, Vash was resolute about his decision. No matter the longing, he would keep his feelings hidden.
“Well aren’t you just the saddest little love sick puppy I’ve ever seen.”
Vash turned to face the voice directed at him. Turning a little to the left, he saw a beautiful middle aged woman–a merchant– with eyes so green they reminded Vash of the biodome that he visited with Rem in his childhood.
Wait…what did she say? Lovesick?
Vash smiled politely, a shy little chuckle escaped his lips.
“Oh! Me lovesick? Nah.”
One of the woman’s slender brows raised, and she appraised Vash with a look of total skepticism. Vash felt his palm start to sweat under that shrewd and scrutinizing eye.
“You want to get closer to her don’t you? What’s stopping you? You shy or something?”
Blood pooled in Vash’s cheeks, setting them alight as his eyes widened. He opened his mouth but his words jammed in his throat. The pretty woman smiled.
“Awww, you are shy.”
Vash’s blush darkened.
“I–I’m not…”
The woman tsked, waving off Vash’s protest like it was an annoying insect.
“Stop being so timid. It’s obvious that you like her. And she likes you too.”
Vash immediately perked up at the woman’s words.
“She…she likes me? How do you know?”
“Well, she’s been stealing glances at you everytime you look away for starters.”
Vash’s heart skipped a beat. You were looking at him? Stealing glances, just like he did with you? He…never noticed. No, maybe he was too scared to notice.
The merchant heaved a sigh at Vash’s downturned expression.
“Look, I’ll help you out cause you’re cute. But this is a one time only thing, got it?”
And before Vash could even murmur a protest–let alone a question–the merchant shoved an unassuming black box in his line of sight. What was this thing?
“Give her this.” The woman commanded. “It will help the two of you get closer.”
A cloud of utter confusion settled in Vash’s mind, jumbling his thoughts. Wait, who was this woman? Why was she helping him? And…what was in the box?
“What is it?” Vash asked.
The merchant's eyes lit up, and she smiled a coy smile.
“Just something that will help the two of you feel closer.”
Then the old woman snatched Vash’s right hand. Vash was so stunned by the whole situation that he couldn’t even resist her grasp.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that. Now shhh! Let me focus.”
Vash and the woman stood in silence for what felt like hours, but it was likely only just a minute. When she finished, the woman grinned and released Vash’s hand.
“All done! Now go give it to her.”
Before Vash could even properly process what was happening, the strange woman shoved the black box into his hands, and then shooed him away from her stall.
Vash walked through the bustling crowd in a bit of a daze as he cradled the box.
What just happened?
“Hey! Thought I lost you, Vash.”
An involuntary tremor traveled down Vash’s spine at the sound of your voice. The melodic tone of it was so unique, so distinctly you. He could listen to you talk forever. He could drown in your words and die a happy man.
“What’s that?” You asked, pointing to the box in Vash’s hands.
Vash opened his mouth, but then paused. Should he really be giving you a gift? He so desperately wanted to see you smile–to make you happy–but what if it sowed the seeds for something that he couldn’t control? What if what burst forth grew so uncontrollably big that neither you or him would have the power to stop it?
But as Vash looked down at the innocently curious gleam in your eyes, he couldn’t help himself. He presented the box to you, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Ah–well…it’s a present. For you.”
Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and Vash caught a glimpse of a shy little smile curling at the corner of your soft lips. God, the number of lifetimes he would give up just so he could kiss that mouth.
“Awe, Vash, that’s so sweet you shouldn’t have!”
You took the box from his hand with a beaming smile. The warm brush of your soft fingers against his own as you graciously accepted his present forced a dry swallow from Vash’s throat.
Vash watched, transfixed as your fingers gently traced the intricate pattern engraved on the box.
“It’s so pretty.” You softly mused.
‘Not as pretty as you.’
You opened the box and sitting inside it–nestled in a little bed of silk fabric–was a hyperrealistic, pink, silicone dildo.
The blood poured from Vash’s face, and in that moment, he felt as if his soul left his body.
Oh no.
Vash was mortified–frozen in utter horror as he watched you stare at the shockingly realistic looking synthetic penis. You were completely silent, and for a moment, Vash seriously considered whether he should just fling himself off the charging sand steamer. It would certainly be a much less terrifying experience compared to this.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, you spoke.
“Uh…thanks?”
Turning the brightest shade of scarlet, Vash immediately snatched the gift from you. He secured the box out of sight behind his back as he spluttered incoherent apologies.
“I-I’m so sorry! I’m really, really sorry! That must have made you so uncomfortable and I didn’t mean it, honest! There was this woman at the stall over there, she gave it to me and asked me to give it to you! I had no idea what was inside!”
A curious expression crossed your features as you looked in the direction where Vash was pointing. When your eyes landed on the woman in question, she looked up from her wares. A huge beaming smile filled her face when she noticed the two of you staring. She gave you both a friendly wave before returning to her work.
A gentle laugh tumbled from your lips, and Vash exhaled the breath he was holding. The sound of your laugh soothed the panicked racing of his heart. You weren’t mad. Thank goodness.
“I think she was playing a joke on you, Vash.”
“I guess she was. I… gosh, I’m really–so sorry.”
Your eyes softened, and the gentle expression that crossed your features as you looked at him beckoned Vash like a siren song. You were so beautiful–so precious. He adored you so fervently that it almost bordered on the obsessive.
“It’s okay, Vash. I know you didn’t mean to make me uncomfortable.”
You extended a hand out, and Vash stared at your open palm like it was the first time he had seen a human hand.
“Besides,” You breathed. “I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.”
It’s…the thought that counts.
Oh, but if you only knew the kinds of lewd thoughts that raced through Vash’s mind in the middle of the night. You’d likely drop that gift and run for the dunes.
As Vash continued to stare at your hand–totally motionless–you leaned down and caught the path of his gaze with your own. Vash jumped a little, cheeks flushing brighter when he realized how close you were.
“Come on,” You cooed, beckoning with a curl of your fingers. “Let's have it then. It’s a gift from you, and I want to keep it.”
You want to…keep it? Like as a souvenir or were you going to…
Vash swallowed hard as he wordlessly placed the box back into your hands. He couldn’t look at you. He was sure that he would explode if he did.
Vash’s eyes fixated on your hands cradling the box. Then he heard the softness of your voice, and the tender words you spun transfixed him all the more.
“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”
(---)
After discarding his coat, shirt, and boots, Vash heaved a sigh as he plopped down on the hardened bed. Traveling coach on sand steamers meant small rooms that carried only the barest of essentials, but neither Vash nor you ever seemed to mind the cramped space. Besides, this way the two of you were able to afford your own rooms–a circumstance for which Vash was eternally grateful after what happened earlier that day.
Vash’s lips thinned, his cheeks turning red again as that mental image of you–staring wide eyed at the pink dildo in your hands– returned to further torment him. God, he was so embarrassed. What in No Man’s Land made him think that he could just give you a box without looking at what was inside it first? He couldn’t believe that he had done that to you, and what made it even worse was that you had accepted the gift with the gentlest of smiles.
Vash groaned, rolling over onto his stomach as he buried his face against the pillow. Lesson learned. That was a mistake that he would never make again.
As Vash laid silently on the bed, hoping that sleep would come for him soon, he suddenly felt something…strange.
A twitch, a bit of an itch, down at the apex of his thighs. Frowning, Vash shifted his hips, adjusting himself in his pants in the search of some relief. But as Vash’s fingers shifted the fabric of his pants, a sudden and alarming warm sensation enveloped his shaft, as if someone had just wrapped their hand around his cock.
Vash leapt up in bed, twisting his body around so that he laid on his back. He stared down wide eyed at his groin, his patchwork chest pumping up and down with each of his panting breaths.
What…what the hell was happening?
The warm gripping sensation on Vash’s cock abruptly squeezes him tight, and the resulting spark of pleasure that shoots up his spine elicits a confused groan from Vash’s lips.
It felt like…like someone was…stroking him.
A little alarmed, Vash struggled to sit upright and get out of bed, but when that snug and sultry hold started to pump lovingly up and down his shaft, every bone in his body instantly turned to jelly.
Gasping out a sensual moan, Vash’s mind reeled as he surrendered his weight back down into the mattress. Sparks of pleasure erupted all over his skin and his entire body shuddered. Vash’s cock grew hot as it swelled, hardening and pushing against the fly of his pants with a demanding ache.
“Wha–how is this–?”
Vash’s words were cut short when that strange and foreign grip loosened, releasing the meat of his shaft only for it to travel upwards towards the head of his sex. A whine escaped Vash’s lips as the gentle touch circled around his tip, teasing him and coaxing out a wet glob of precum from his sensitive dick.
Yesss.
It felt so good. So amazingly good. And as Vash surrendered to pleasure, hips rolling shyly into that phantom touch, his lust fevered mind involuntarily conjured an image of you.
You.
Laying so sweetly between his thighs. With your beautiful hands softly wrapped around his burning length, fingers slicked and glistening with the precum oozing from his pulsing tip. Your dazzling eyes were hooded–love drunk–as you hungrily eyed his cock. Then, you looked up at him, and smiled that perfect, gentle smile.
‘I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.’
That’s when it hits him.
The present. The one that he gave you earlier today. Vash didn’t realize it–never imagined that he would ever have to–but that dildo was no ordinary sex toy. It must have been some sort of freakish lost technology.
The words of the merchant rang like a gong in Vash’s mind.
‘I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that.’
That meant that…oh god.
Vash gasped as he felt that tight grip circle his shaft once more, stroking him from tip to base and building up that pleasurable coil in his gut at an alarming rate.
That feeling–it was your hand. Every sensation that you blessed upon that fake cock was replicated just as strongly on him. Vash cried out as he felt your grip tighten, your fingers so slippery and eager to coax the cum out of his balls.
You must have been playing with the dildo, silently and privately in your room. Vash shuddered, eyes fluttering shut as his lustful thoughts raced ahead of him.
He pictured you lying on your bed, clothed only in your underwear…or maybe you were completely naked. Your eyes would be focused on the faux pink dick in your hands, tongue dashing out to wetten your lips as you played with your toy–Vash’s cock–with coquettish delight.
Fuck. Fuck!
Another rush of precum escaped Vash’s tip. He mewled, fingers clawing into the mattress as he began to grind his twitching sex against the ever growing tightness in his pants. He was so sensitive–so unbelievably turned on. He felt like he was going to come any second–completely untouched and merely at the thought of you.
“M-mayfly…y-yes–please.”
Mayfly. The secret nickname Vash affectionately called you in his head. You were the one he had yearned for for so long. You were the only one he wanted. But he couldn’t have you. Not like he wanted. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t…
A hot, wet stroke swirled around Vash’s cockhead, ripping a shuddering ‘ah’ from Vash’s lungs.
That…that–oh god– that was your…
The coiling tension in Vash’s core exploded, and he wailed openly with syrupy sweet pleasure as he came, hips thrusting pathetically into the open air above him as he spilled his load all over himself, completely soaking the front of his pants through.
The powerful orgasm thrummed through Vash’s entire body, leaving him a boneless and breathless mess. And just as Vash was starting to recover from his intense climax, he felt the hot and wet tightness of your lips pop the head of his cock into your wicked little mouth.
“Oh fuuuck!”
Vash grit his teeth, his over sensitive nerves pulsed and screamed in protest at your overstimulating touch. But despite the resulting pain, it felt so good. You felt so incredibly good.
‘Oh god. Stop…m–more p-please. Yes!’
You took the toy deeper, and ooohh–your mouth–so small and scorching and wet. Vash groaned, teeth digging into his lip as he felt you slowly sink down, swallowing the shaft with a dizzying eagerness that made him see stars. Vash felt the tip of his cock lightly touch the back of your mouth, and your throat abruptly tightened, squeezing the head of him for just a fraction of a second.
“Don’t p–push yourself.” Vash whined into the air. But he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he secretly wanted to feel that glorious sensation again.
As if you’d heard him, Vash felt you back up, keeping only half of the shaft sitting comfortably in your mouth. Then, your tongue swirled, lapping and laving as you sucked on the cock between your lips with depraved vigor.
Vash expelled a choked moan, hips pistoning again with desperation as his cock twitched and leaked. The fantasy of you sucking on his cock, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes as he lost himself, made his heart hammer in his chest.
That sinful pleasure built up again, and sweat dripped down Vash’s body as he floundered on the bed–whimpering with abandon–chasing the forbidden pleasures of your mouth like a starving animal.
“Mayfly! Yes! Oh god. I–I’m coming!”
Vash’s release hit him hard, the pleasure seared his nerves and stole his breath with its ferocious intensity. But as he rode out his orgasm–on the wave of your phantom touch–you just kept sucking.
Vash sobbed, tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks as his every nerve seethed with sweet agony. He wailed and wept, he jerked and flailed, completely at the mercy of your blissful ignorance.
“Enough! Mayfly, p–please stop. Stop! Please. It hurts! I c–can’t take it!”
The saccharine torment of your mouth ceased, and Vash exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief as he collapsed–utterly exhausted–onto the bed.
Vash’s vision swam in and out of focus, and his entire body twitched in the aftermath of the powerful sensations that rocked him to the core. You had done this to him–left him a wet and sobbing mess on the mattress–and you hadn’t even the faintest idea.
Vash swallowed then heaved a sigh as he tried to catch his breath.
That’s right.
You had no idea what was happening right now. As far as you were concerned, you were just enjoying some alone time to yourself, innocently seeking out your own pleasure in the sanctity of your locked room. And here he was, getting off (multiple times) on these stolen touches.
Damn it. He was the worst.
Vash had to go over there. He had to go to your room right now and tell you what was going on, even if it meant embarrassing himself beyond repair in the process. It was the right thing to do. You needed to know the truth about that gift, and he owed you the deepest of apologies.
With limbs trembling, Vash grunted as he began to make his way out of the bed. Just as his feet were about to hit the floor, another invisible sensation coursed through him. A wet and soft mound of flesh pressed gently against his cock.
Vash’s eyes blew wide open.
Was that your…
A warm, wet glide of your silky flesh stoked up and down Vash’s cock. You were pleasuring yourself with the dildo, stroking it up and down your wet pussy–impishly teasing yourself by catching the engorged head against your tantalizing entrance.
Oh, no. Mayfly…
More tears sprang into Vash’s eyes, his breath catching when he felt you gently press the head of the toy–and his cock–against your hole. Then, you slipped it back up to tease along your swollen little clit.
Vash’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and every ounce of his virtuous resolve evaporated in an instant. He fell back onto the bed with sugary moan and a heavy *flop*.
Vash had always dreamed about what it would be like to feel you pressed up against him so intimately. He spent so many nights–quietly and shamefully–stroking his throbbing cock to the fantasy of taking you like he wanted. Indulging in your taste, pampering you with worshiping fingers, making you come on his tongue and on his dick. Over and over and over.
Vash felt you probe the tip of your toy–his tip–against your entrance again. Oh god, this was bad. You had no idea that the dildo he’d gifted you was connected to him like this. You had no idea that when you’d shove it inside you that he'd be able to feel every single inch of your sweet little pussy swallowing him up.
No more stalling. He had to tell you.
Vash clenched his teeth, muscles tensing as he was about to force himself up off the bed.
“Vash.”
Vash froze.
What…?
“Vaaash.”
A mewl. A soft call. A sensual cry. That was your voice and it was calling out his name so sweetly.
“Vashhh~”
He shattered to pieces.
With trembling fingers, Vash unbuckled and unzipped his pants, releasing his cum stained and swollen erection into the cool night air.
“Mayfly, s-sorry…I–I….”
You sank the toy all the way inside of you, and Vash buried his face into the mattress, muffling his cry of rapture at the heavenly sensation of your soft walls encompassing him.
‘So good! Oh god mayfly, my mind’s going blank! It feels so amazing inside of you!’
As you held him motionless in your tight cunt, Vash shakingly crawled back onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow, pushing it down to his hips, and then laid down on top of it.
He wanted to pretend. Wanted to imagine–just for a moment–that you were lying beneath him. That he was holding you in his arms, that he was really inside of you.
Vash felt you start to move, slowly thrusting the toy in and and out of your sloppy sex and forcing Vash to gradually take in every silky, slippery inch of you. A deep moan rumbled out of Vash as he started to grind his swollen and sore dick against the pillow, soaking the fabric with his precum. God, he could feel every little ridge, every little pulse of your swollen walls. Everything.
Then, you pushed the toy in as far deep as it could go inside of you–and Vash was left completely and utterly ruined.
The wailing plant clawed into the sheets, hips rutting against the pillow with heightened fervor as he chanted your name over and over into the night. Yearning maddingly for your touch, desperately craving every inch of your body, pining for your soft and gentle smile.
The heat, the pressure, the way your puffy walls twitched and squeezed adorably down when the dildo bottomed out inside you. It was too much. Too much.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!
You adopted a faster and rougher pace, and Vash sobbed when he felt your pussy clamp down, sucking in the length that you were fucking yourself on with a salaciously greedy appetite.
You wanted more–he could feel it–and Vash so desperately wished that he could give it to you. If only he could pin you down, spread you open, and worship you. Fill you up so full with cock and cum that you’d never leave the bed unsatisfied.
“Mayfly! Mayfly!”
The rocking of your hips got faster, and Vash felt so dizzy, completely lost in a delirious fog of lust and want. Shit…he was going to pass out, he couldn't come anymore, he was totally spent. But his cock was still so hard, still twitching and aching.
He wanted more.
Pain and pleasure intertwined. Vash’s nerves burned from the overstimulation, but his hips kept thrusting. He couldn’t stop. He was already trapped in the coming storm–helpless and at the complete mercy of your beguiling and irresistible charm.
Vash’s pace turned feral as he fucked himself against the pillow, drooling and weeping and howling as he ravenously relished in the feeling of your tight pussy. Your sex clenched, hot and pliant walls pulsing. You were so close, and Vash–in his eagerness to taste your release on his cock–started to babble incoherently into the sheets.
“Th-that’s it. That’s it, mayfly. Make yourself feel good. C-come. Come all over me, baby.”
And then, in the secret confines of that private moment, Vash confessed. He arched off the bed, body and soul trembling as he admitted aloud the feelings that had grown so devastatingly big inside of him.
“Want you! Want you! Oh god, I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you! I love you so much that I’m going insane! Mayfly, I–I’m going–gonna–”
Your pleasure peaked, and Vash cried out when he felt your cunt seize all around his cock, trapping him inside–milking him so affectionately. And at the height of your euphoria, Vash succumbed to his own pleasure. He whined into the mattress as he rocked his hips into the pillow, desperately imagining that he was in your arms, kissing and cooing your praises as he emptied his balls inside of you.
‘So perfect. You’re so perfect, mayfly. Love you, love you, love you.’
Vash exhaled a pathetic little whine as you slipped the toy out of you. The comforting feeling of your warm pussy disappeared, and Vash collapsed into a shivering, panting, and dizzy wreck on the bed.
A flash of your gentle smile crossed his mind’s eye before he passed out.
“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”
Thanks for reading! ❤️
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