˚꒰♡꒱‧ First post, my requests are open to any requests sfw or nsfw <3
It was late, way too late for anyone to be awake, but your phone buzzed with a soft vibration that startled you out of your sleepy haze. You squinted at the screen, barely making out the time—3:23 AM—and the name that flashed across it.
₊ ˚ Vash. 𓂃 ♥︎
Your heart did a little flip at the sight of his name. Even though you were miles apart, just seeing that he was calling gave you a little rush of warmth. It wasn’t unusual for him to call at odd hours—his job kept him on the move constantly, and he couldn’t always call when it was convenient for you. But you never minded. A call from Vash was always worth waking up for.
You swiped to answer and pressed the phone to your ear, your voice groggy but soft. “Vash…? Is everything okay?”
There was a beat of silence before you heard his voice, a little breathy and… pouty?
“Baaaabe,” he whined, drawing out the word like a child who didn’t get their way. “I miss you sooooo much.”
You could practically see him, that familiar mop of blonde hair and those big, puppy-dog eyes. The image alone made you smile, and you settled back against your pillows, snuggling into the warmth of your bed.
“I miss you too, Vash. Where are you right now?” Your voice was a little hushed, the kind of tone people use when talking in the middle of the night.
He let out a dramatic sigh on the other end. “Somewhere boring. There’s nothing to do here, and I can't stop thinking about you. I just—ugh, I need to hear your voice.”
His whine was adorable, laced with that clingy tone he only ever used when it was just the two of you. You knew Vash could be a bit of a goofball, always flirting and joking around, but when it came to moments like this—when it was just the two of you in your own little world—he was the softest, neediest man you’d ever known.
“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” you offered, your voice soothing. “That’ll help.”
Vash hummed in agreement, though you could hear the way he shuffled around on the other end, probably flopping down somewhere, just like he always did when he called. “Well, I had a run-in with some bandits, but it wasn’t anything serious. Took care of it without any fighting.” His tone was nonchalant, as if that was just a regular day in his life, which for him, it probably was.
“But then,” he continued, his voice dropping to a lower, more teasing pitch, “I kept thinking about how nice it’d be if you were here with me. We could’ve gone on a little adventure together. You’d have loved the sunset I saw earlier. It made me think of you.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest. Vash always knew just what to say to make you feel special, even when you were far apart.
“I wish I could’ve been there,” you murmured, curling up tighter beneath your blankets. “It sounds beautiful.”
“It was, but not as beautiful as you,” he said quickly, the flirt in him resurfacing. You could hear the grin in his voice, and even though you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile too.
There was another pause before Vash spoke again, this time softer, more vulnerable. “I really do miss you, though. It’s hard being away from you for so long. I just… I wish I could hold you right now.”
Your heart ached at his confession, the distance between you feeling like a weight that pressed against your chest. Vash wasn’t always vocal about his deeper emotions, but when he did open up like this, it hit you hard. He was all bravado and charm most of the time, but underneath it all, he was just a man who craved closeness—who craved you.
“I wish you were here too,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’d hold you so tight you wouldn’t be able to leave again.”
He let out a soft, contented hum at your words. “That sounds perfect.”
For a while, neither of you said anything, just the sound of each other breathing filling the space between words. It was the kind of comfortable silence that only comes when two people are truly at ease with each other, where just being present was enough.
“I bet you’re all cozy in bed right now, huh?” Vash finally said, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy. “I’m so jealous. I wanna be cozy with you.”
You giggled softly, imagining him pouting like a child who had been left out. “I am cozy, but there’s plenty of room for you here. You should come over.”
“I wish!” he groaned dramatically, but you could hear the affection in his voice. “I’d wrap my arms around you and never let go.”
“That sounds nice,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy as the comfort of his voice and the late hour began to lull you back to sleep.
Vash must’ve sensed it because his tone softened even further, like a warm blanket being pulled over you. “Get some sleep, okay? I’ll stay on the phone until you do.”
“But what about you? You need to sleep too.”
“I’ll sleep when I can. Right now, I just wanna listen to you.”
His words made your heart melt, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft, contented sigh. Vash was clingy, yes, but in the sweetest way possible. He didn’t just want your attention—he needed it, needed the comfort that only you could provide. And in moments like this, you were happy to give it to him.
“I love you, Vash,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.
“I love you too, more than you know,” he replied softly. There was a brief pause before he added with a playful whine, “But I still miss youuu.”
With a sleepy smile, you let his words wash over you, your heart swelling with warmth. Even though he was miles away, it felt like he was right there beside you, his voice a gentle comfort that lulled you back into peaceful slumber.
And as your eyes fluttered shut, you heard him whisper one last thing, barely audible but full of love. “Sweet dreams, babe. I’ll be dreaming of you too.”
Just as you thought the call might end there, you heard Vash shift again, his voice thick with need. “You don’t understand how much I wish I could just feel you next to me. I… I’m really trying to behave, but I can’t help it.”
You felt your cheeks heat at the way he practically whined your name, the sound making your heart race. “Vash, what are you doing over there?” you asked, your voice teasing, but with an edge of curiosity.
“Nothing bad,” he replied, but the way he said it made you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piquing. You could hear the soft, quick sound of his breaths, the rustling of clothes, and then a faint, wet noise that made your stomach flutter.
“Are you…?” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
“Just keep talking,” he urged, his tone turning a little more desperate. “You don’t know what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you, and now… now it’s just so hard to hold back.”
You could hear another soft rustle, followed by a quiet, almost pained groan that sent heat coursing through your body. The faint wet sounds were unmistakable now, and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself grow needy for him too.
“Vash,” you scolded lightly, even as your heart raced. “You’re supposed to be behaving. I thought you said you would!”
“I am!” he insisted, though his voice was strained, like he was on the edge of losing control. “I just… I need you. I need you to talk to me, to tell me how much you love me. It’s driving me insane!”
You bit your lip, a mix of playful indignation and arousal swirling inside you. “You’re impossible. You’re making this so hard for me.”
He let out a needy groan that was unmistakably full of desire. “Please, don’t stop. I love it when you talk to me like that. It’s so… it makes me want you so badly.”
You could almost hear him shifting again, the soft squelch of movement against the fabric of his clothes creating a sound that only intensified the heat pooling low in your belly. “Vash, you need to calm down. I can’t believe you’re like this,” you said, your voice teasing but with a hint of breathlessness.
But instead of calming down, Vash’s voice grew deeper, thick with need as he continued to plead. “I can’t help it. Just hearing you, imagining you here with me… it’s too much. You don’t understand how much I crave you right now. I just want to feel you. I want to hold you close.”
Your heart raced at his words, a warmth flooding through you as the distance between you felt more palpable than ever. “You’re really something else, you know that?”
“Just for you,” he promised, voice husky and thick, sending shivers down your spine. “Just for you.”
You could hear the quickening of his breaths, the way he was losing himself in the sound
of your voice, and it made your own desire flare up, wrapping around you like a heady mist. You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, your body aching for the closeness you could only dream of.
“Vash,” you whispered again, but this time it was more of a breathy plea. “You need to stop.”
“I can’t!” he cried softly, desperation coating his words. “I want you too much. I’m sorry, but I just… need to hear you more. Just keep talking, and I’ll try to behave, I promise.”
“Try harder,” you teased, even though your own voice was strained, fighting against the heat that was building in you. “What if I told you how much I want you? How much I miss being with you?”
His groan was long and deep, the sound making your insides twist with need. “Oh, god. That’s not fair,” he moaned, the sound mixed with the wet, faint noises that echoed on the line, making it impossible for you to ignore the way your body was responding.
“Tell me what you want,” you urged, your voice dropping into a whisper. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Vash’s breath hitched, a choked sound escaping him as he struggled to get the words out. “I want to feel you, to have you wrapped around me. I want to kiss you until we’re both breathless… to hold you and never let you go.”
His voice cracked, the longing in it raw and palpable, and you could feel your heart race, every word igniting that need deep within you. “Vash,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I want that too. So much.”
He let out another desperate groan, the sound sending jolts of heat through your body. “Please, don’t stop. I need you. I’m so close, and I can’t… I can’t hold back anymore.”
And in that moment, you realized just how much power you held over him, how much he needed you, even from so far away. And though the distance hurt, moments like this—where it was just the two of you, even if it was only over the phone—made it all worth it.
"Alright," you whispered, your tone softening as you settled back into the pillows. "I guess I'll stay on the line... just for you."
it's about being caught between the grip of somebody who wants to protect you and somebody who wants to devour you and knowing that what they both share is a desire to possess you in your entirety btw
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synopsis: naga knives has a sort of morbid fascination with you than manifests in a strangely sexual manner.
contains: naga/serpent knives, knives’ taxidermy hobby is mentioned, sort of medical? but he’s just exploring and weird, dubcon i think?, he has two weewees, and afab reader. 3.5k words.
note: teehee!! this is a (late) christmas present for my BEST FRIEND!! my cool, adorable, and wonderful bff @knivesbunny <33 hehehe enjoy bee + everyone else!!
it was about time you moved on in the world. getting a fresh start in the form of a cozy cabin at the edge of the woods sung your name and the price point was staggeringly low so, after confirming there were no safety hazards, you took the place. with dark wood and muted tones alongside a beautifully kept garden by the previous owners, how could you possibly go wrong? well, ‘wrong’ is an arbitrary term and ultimately up to the individual for judgement.
your moving process went without a hitch. furniture and belongings all being placed properly following a good deep clean plus a couple coats of paint, things any place would need upon a new owner arriving. you'd been rather happy at the final product, something dreary at first taking the form of your own home; a fond word. trinkets, cupboards of dishes, and an amalgamation of photos and artworks lining the walls to create an atmosphere you almost wished you could share but, alas, a solitary life was your preference.
the garden out back was complete with a greenhouse tucked to the side, surrounded by an abundance of flora and fauna that also colourfully dotted the rest of the greenery. small plots had been sectioned out for different fruits and herbs and the idea of being able to grow a large quantity of your own food was an exciting new feeling, one that you couldn't wait to grasp. thusly, it wasn't long until you found yourself kneeling in the grass and working new seeds into the dirt. a variety of the basics alongside some of your favourites was the route of action, one also deemed reasonable. between fondly nestling new seeds and sipping at cool beverages, the thought of the greenhouse slowly slipped your mind despite how vital it was to your task. swiping the gathered sweat from your forehead, you rose up to analyze your progress to which brought your eyes back to that small addition cozied up to the side of the property. the bags of dirt and tools resting on the ground would need a place to go after all... so, you wandered over to that little building and fiddled with the door.
the wooden door was slightly overgrown and gave you a good fight to open, weeds and rust seemingly actively working to keep you out of the space. stepping back, you looked it over a bit more, not wanting any splinters, before pressing your shoulder into it for added force. with a combined 'bang' and 'groan,' the door scraped across the inner concrete floor before coming to a stop about three quarters open. you huffed and slipped in, cursing the rotten chunk of wood and attempting to get a good look at what you were working with. eyes glazing over various rickety shelves, a sharp and icy chill rolled down your spine. a small nagging voice in the back of your head whispered ‘something isn’t right,’ in response to the unusual, for lack of better words, appearance of the inside.
atop aforementioned delicate shelves lay different jars full of an indistinguishable liquid and what appeared to be organs, small ones so hopefully not human, as well as a range of entire animals fully submerged in their own watery tombs. wind chimes made of bones twinkled from the ceiling above firmly locked chests and you weren’t totally sure you were interested in the contents. the previous owners, an old couple, didn’t seem like the type to hoard such morbid trinkets but sometimes it’s the most innocent ones, you figure. still, the lingering idea of this being the work of some beast that had chased them away from their lovely home rattled at the back of your mind ominously. shifting on shaky knees and feet, you contemplated poking around a bit but rationality told you to at least find a sturdy pair of gloves first. though, as it would seem, the choice wasn’t yours to make judging by that same yet more aggressive scraping and slamming door.
whipping around, you came face to face with… a man? one with frosty eyes, near white hair, and a scowl that could skin you alive. more importantly, he was hanging from the ceiling of the small shed you were now trapped in; stuck. with him. this… not quite man, if your judgment of his long serpentine looking lower half meant anything. all wide eyes and dry mouth, you gaped helplessly at him, attempting to find some sort of explanation for what exactly you’re doing, as if this isn’t your property he’s on. his eyes turned to slits seeing you fumble for words and, with an amount of grace that shouldn’t be possible, he slithered off the ceiling to instead… stand? lay? rest? you’re not too sure but he’s in front of you now right side up. pupils merely scratches inside his powdery blue eyes, you fear he’s deciding if you’ll make a good meal and you’ve half the mind to assure him you’re not as tasty as he may think. alas, he speaks before you get the chance.
“name,” it’s a simple but firm commanding question you weren’t quite expecting but, to be real, what were you expecting from an interaction with a snake man? you stutter out a whimper of a reply and he clicks his tongue; it’s forked, you note. with all confidence you can muster, not much, you promptly for his own. he hums low. “millions knives. shorten it to knives at most. don’t dare to give me any sort of nickname, as you humans often do; it’s abhorrent,” and you’re shocked he’s so eloquently spoken. perhaps there’s snake people schools you aren’t aware of?
“right. noted, millions knives,” you hesitate, not keen on irritating him further, as clearly just your presence has perturbed him, “i… apologize if i’ve intruded but… this is my property after all. some sort of explanation on your,” you gesture widely at the space, “hobby would be appreciated.” your poor attempt at mimicking his speech pattern has him letting out a chuckle that sounds more like an array of chitters. palms sweaty and desperately avoiding eye contact, you gulp hoping he’ll entertain your question before potentially swallowing you whole; snakes can do that. his tail flicks your shin jolting you to bring your eyes back to his, admittedly handsome, face.
“my… hobby, hm? it’s nothing to you,” a disappointing response, “were you hoping i’d have a jar your size, little human?” you’re positive he’s making fun of your fear yet somehow his words feel flirtatious in a way that has your brain swinging like a pendulum between crying out of petrification and placing a hand on his built chest. “i’ve been watching you for some time now. you’re utterly,” his tail wiggles up to grip your waist, “fascinating. a perfect experiment.” if he didn’t sound like he was flirting before, he sure does now.
his words were true to an extent beyond your knowledge. ever since the first tour you took of the place, he had kept an eye on your every move. knives hadn’t found an ounce of appeal in new people moving into the small home but, if he had it his way, it would turn abandoned for him to find sanctuary in. alas, the housing market wasn’t on his side as people inspected the place top to bottom and he was stuck merely seething beyond view; that was until you came along. all bright smiles and eager nods, he was beyond irritated with the way he found you undeniably irresistible. something so... keen would make a lovely study after all, he thought, though destroying you utterly and completely was off the table for he'd never be able to poke and prod at you after that. unfortunately, in the time it took for him to mull over a game plan, your first visit was over and he slithered back into the thick woods while scowling; unfair. the jump knives felt in his heart upon your second visit was one that caught even him off-guard, an emotion towards humans beyond that of revolt? unheard of and vile. yet, he was the one who had it and couldn't simply deny that he was feeling something beyond curiosity. your scent, perhaps? he muses over a handful of biologically reasonable conclusions for his reaction to a distantly nodding vash whos already figured out the truth. he saves it though, as to not have his other arm lobbed off, and instead hums along agreeing to every point with faint amusement.
it's with thoughts racing past at speeds no human could match, that knives brings himself back to the present, large palms and boney fingers coming to trail your jaw. another flick of his tongue appears between the grin now forming along his pink lips and impossibly long teeth; even a playful nip would draw extensive blood. he makes a sound between a hiss and growl as one sharp nail trails along your neck down to your sternum slowly, as if assessing a piece of meat; perhaps, in a way, he was. silvery tail wrapping around your left ankle, he tugs your leg up with his head dipping to peer curiously at the limb. you can't really blame him considering legs are the only human trait he lacks but the unsettling nature still makes you shiver. knives takes turns with each of your legs and arms, taking them in at all angles and seemingly pleased with what he was seeing. sure, he wasn't fond of humans at all but, he can appreciate when one is well made; easy on the eyes. a slightly morbid fascination, maybe. finally letting you go from his clawed grasp, he nods, satisfied.
"alluring. remove these pesky clothes," he scrunches up his nose while pinching the fabric of your shirt, "and seat yourself atop that cabinet." his gaze never once easing up, you're between bolting or following his instructions. the former would rely on you being stronger and faster than the behemoth of a man-snake standing directly in front of the door and you're positive you'd be dead two steps in. with trembling fingers, you pull the dirt dusted shirt from your body and shiver at cool air ghosting across your bare chest, only held back by the simple bra clinging to your breasts. you swallow thickly before shimmying off your denim shorts past your thighs and awkwardly down your feet. having not removed your socks or shoes, it was quite the task, but potential tetanus from the rickety floors wasn’t on the menu today. knives found amusement in your struggle, if the chittering in front of you meant anything though, in truth, he was rather charmed. such clumsy behaviour almost reminded him of a newborn bunny. face flushed, you finally unclasp your bra and slip off your panties with no more grace than your shorts had been discarded with, before perching yourself on the cabinet knives had dully gestured to.
“is this… is this good?” the words slide past your lips before you let them, sounding too pleading for your liking but knives seemed to enjoy that despite a hum being all he offered in return. his strong chest was quickly in front of your eyes, curse his fast snake body, while his hands found purchase on your legs again. with one palm on each of your knees, he gently eased them open, nearly purring at the sight.
“you’re something of a gem, hm?” his voice was low, hands inching up your thighs with sharp nails leaving a trail of goosebumps. “how very kind of you to welcome me with such a,” the forked tongue of his makes a third appearance, “wonderfully prepared gift? such a lovely homeowner…” though sarcastically sweet in tone, his words did nothing but shoot directly between your legs. “i’ve got a keen nose, little rabbit, are you enjoying being my area of study?” his gaze was hard as he looked at you down his nose and from between long lashes. “your most intimate nodes are crying out ‘yes’.” he presses against your folds to spread them with feather light fingertips, much like one would a dissection. spreading you softly, his head tilts to one side while his eyes seem to slowly drag up and down the weeping slit of yours he's not fully exposed. knives wedges himself fully between both of your legs as to not allow you to close them and his other hand joins in on the fun, prodding softly at your entrance. he seems to revel in the small whimpers you make, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes from a mixture of desperation and humiliation at letting him do such to you so easily.
employing a sort of gentleness and patience you didn't think he had, knives slowly eases in one of his fingers down to the second knuckle before pulling it out with a wet 'schlick' to wrap his mouth around it. the taste seemed to please him based on his own moan and he returned to his previous ministrations, softly thrusting the finger in and out of you. with the hand that had been used to spread you, he smoothly switched to rolling gentle circles over your clit, eyes still fixed firmly on watching the way your body reacts. a second finger accompanies the first in its delicate rock, encouraging more of the sweet sticky essence of you to drool out and across his hands. panting and whining, you buck pathetically into his hands with closed eyes and red bitten lips; you miss the way he slides to his knees. for a man so large he is more than quiet, something you can't match with the harsh suckling on your clit coaxing loud cries from you. his mouth curls the slightest bit with a smug smile and you can feel it past the swirling of his tongue and sharp incisors teasing your skin. briefly, you hope he won't bite. the soft plunging motions of his fingers turns harsh alongside the movements of his mouth. he seems eager to have you unravel on his face and, despite your own tattered pride, you can't stave off the shuddering of the orgasm that washes over in the most intense waves you've ever felt. embarrassingly loud slurps echo around the small shed as knives continues his own motions with glee. it's only when you gently push at his forehead that he shifts backwards and up, allowing you some reprieve from what he had just done. you're breathless, to say the least, having been made to come so shamefully on the handsome mouth and hands of this stranger but somehow you don't feel as though you were the only one who had fun despite his firm acclaims of experimentation.
you're struggling to regain your breath while knives looks you over with thinly veiled lust, you figure teasing him for it wouldn't go well so you restrain despite the thick atmosphere begging for some reprieve. while still gasping for air and shaking the post-orgasm fog from your head, he's pushing you down with his body weight and adjusting the way you lay across the cabinet to his personal preference; legs bent around his waist and hand beside your head. with hazy eyes, you look down to catch the way not one but two thick cocks slide out from the slit they had previously been held in. hanging heavy but curved up slightly, thick arousal is pooling at the tips and you think you can see ridges along the base of each. your jaw is slack as knives lets out another one of those chittery laughs.
"scared, bunny? no need, i'll make it work," his smarmy expression is nearly enough to have you shooting something snide back but he's lining up the tip of the lower cock and sinking himself in faster than you can think. "let go of any premonitions, this will be mutually beneficial."
if you could have any thoughts, they'd be nothing more than slurred curses but with the thickness and impossible length occupying and stretching your insides, you're rendered incapable. he's slow enough to give you some time to adjust but still fast enough that your body can't quite keep up with what he's giving; a pleasurable form of purgatory. knives allows his hands to wander your body, one coming to grip and gather your wrists to now rest above your head while the other fondles your breasts harshly. he's grabbing you in a way that feels inexperienced and almost charming though the harsh penetration is tearing you away from the idea. knives trails his hand from your breasts, to your stomach, and back up to grip your throat as he finally bottoms out inside of your tight heat. the wetness and warmth covering him is seeping out and down his tail to leave a lewd trail of combined juices he briefly admires the shimmer of before he's sliding himself out and roughly back in with a resounding slap. a high and needy sound escapes your throat as the tip of his cock taps your cervix and the rest of it rubs across your walls, eagerly taunting all of what's to come. the hand around your throat compresses your blood flow just enough to have your head feeling like it's full of cotton and your body even more pliant for his use. nails tilt your chin to have you make eye contact with the man currently deep in your guts, a glittering and dangerous grin spread across his face. with your eyes on his, knives begins pounding into you with earnest.
all of the sounds that leave you are high-pitched and warbled with unshed tears borne of the hand around your neck and stretch of your cunt. he's letting out strangled grunts and eager clicks at the grip of your wet pussy trying to milk him dry. his second cock his sliding against your clit and lower stomach with every harsh thrust he gives you, rubbing and pulling pleasurably. all of your nerve endings feel ablaze with the way he's using your body in a way that's filled with determination. his head drops down to make contact with your shoulder, his mouth sliding up your neck to replace his hand and add plentiful marks along the untouched skin; he figures an array of bruises will decorate it better than any necklace. dark indigo and rouge dappling the skin as blood comes to the surface, he's enamoured with how it looks tainting your flesh. both of his hands are now around your hips to hold you still for every pump of his cocks along and into your body, forcing you to take it all in full. you're crying with your back arched and chest forced to the ceiling as he continues his fast pace with teeth grazing your nipples. knives is biting numerous times across your tits, imprints of his fangs left in the wake akin to a path on a trail; he's oddly proud of his work. you're beyond your own body, desperate for him to bring you to a second high of the day, hips trying in vain to undilate against his own but his grip is too firm; his unnaturally strong. tongue flicking at your nipples, one cock deep in your guts, and the other beating against your clit, it's not long before you're babbling useless pleas for him to not stop. through choked sobs and moans, you're falling to pieces with his cock nestled deep inside of you. your brain is blank as lights splatter across your vision, eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth. still, his heavy rutting hasn't ceased. every limb of yours is twitching as sobs move past your lips without permission and your hands slide from his grip to claw uselessly at his back from overstimulation until knives is letting out an otherworldly growl as he sinks to the hilt one final time. you can feel the thick ropes of his seed coat your insides as his body curls around you protectively; a mating instinct maybe. he's grumbling lowly as an impossible amount of his spend leaks in and out of you with each twitch of his shaft.
you're still feeling a touch foggy when he pulls out, globs of shared slick pooling beneath you. knives is assessing your form critically, hands and eyes sliding over every bruise and bite left behind from his own roughness. it's almost sweet, how he seems to care for your well being despite his words claiming otherwise, and you simply allow yourself to enjoy the way he's fussing over you. once satisfied, he nods to himself and moves to scoop you up in his arms despite your small whines of protest but your indignation doesn't last long as he slithers you both over to your home, mumbling something about a shared bath; for purely experimental purposes, of course.
(With help from @jelly-doughnut-drabbles, @vash-e, and @triplesilverstar)
‼️MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI‼️
-NSFW below the caution tape, mentions of anal, mentions of sex toys, f! recieving oral, slight mentions of cockwarming, p in v sex, mentions of smoking the za, Vash being perfect in another universe
Word Count: 643
(was created with TriStamp Vash in mind, but any Vash will work)
-Doesn’t have a huge following, but big enough to pay most of his bills
-Streams games like Final Fantasy, Fallout New Vegas, Ark: Survival Evolved, Borderlands, has played DDR for charity, and starts playing Animal Crossing and Sims 4 after he meets reader
-Has big red headphones
-Had a knife accident with his twin brother when they were younger that caused nerve damage in his left arm
-He 3D prints braces for his left arm to help
-Goes to college and is studying for a Robotics Engineering degree
-When he was younger, he and his brother got toy guns as gifts and Vash became so interested in the mechanics of actual guns. Specializing in hand guns.
-He has a pet bearded dragon and his tank is set up like a cowboy western
-Does partake in the zaza a little bit, isn’t shy about it, but isn’t in your face about it either. Prefers bongs, but finds vapes are more convient most of the time
-Vash's gaming setup is in his bedroom. He would put his computer by a window and stream mostly during the day and have natural light come in. Every surface in his room is filled with plushies, various plants, and small gifts from fans
In a relationship:
-Your first date will be at a coffee shop before you both just walk about downtown talking
-Vash notices you like flowers. He will put your favorite flower in the background of his stream as a secret Easter egg for just you two
-You have a gamer catgirl setup, Vash calls you Kitten, or Kitty sometimes
-The first time you go over to his apartment you see he has a shark plushie. You buy him a tiny cat plushie wearing a shark suit. Vash will play it cool, but secretly ADORES his present and proudly displays it in his streams next to your flower
-You teach Vash about cozy games
-Vash will give you a flower crown in ACNH
-You both have video game dates. Either you both are playing your own game beside each other, or playing together. Vash will decorate in game for the occasion, or dress his character up
Now for the spice:
-Total golden retriever boyfriend, but secretly loves it when you let him get rough and nearly feral
- It is never too rough, Vash learned fairly quickly how you liked it and what was too much
- He will still ask you a few times during if you’re ok then kissing you softly before continuing
- The aftercare?? Top tier. He knows sometimes you’re too hot and out of breath to cuddle, so he will lay beside you and leave his hand out for you to grab when you’re ready. He knows sometimes you need him to collapse on top of you and hold each other in your afterglow. He will make sure you are ok and run you a hot bath or shower.
- Vash LOVES to eat pussy. When you first started being intimate he would do it so often that you felt kinda bad about not giving as much back, but he reassures you that hearing you moan his name is what does it for him.
- Vash is willing to try sex toys with you. You both learn, you both secretly like to try anal things.
- He understands that it is difficult for you to express your feelings when your anxiety is getting to you, he knows that you will sometimes use intimacy as a way of communicating and he reciprocates back.
-He shows you how much he loves and needs you by the way he grips your thigh before gently spreading them. By how he will pause when going for something different to make sure you’re comfortable. He knows that when he looks down at you lovingly it will distract you while he slowly pushes himself all the way inside of you, balls deep, because he knows you like to be filled when you cum all over him
-He will send you suggestive shirtless selfies on his days off sometimes. (may even try to flirtatiously bribe you to come over because he got you a new vape and snacks)
CW: P in V Sex, clothed sex, hand job, fingering, riding, distracted driving, partial clothed sex, sex on a motorcycle, creampie, sloppy kissing, cock warming.
Word count: Roughly 1.4K
A/N: Have some WW Wednesday smut. On Angela.
You couldn’t control it as you let out a small moan unsure why you were trying to keep your voice to a minimum. It’s not like anyone was going to hear you. Or Wolfwood for that matter. Tangling your fingers into his dark locks as his mouth engulfed the tip of your breast, sucking on the tender skin as he thrusts up harder into your spasming core.
The two of you were in the middle of nowhere.
Literally.
After spending the last few days driving along the dunes with your arms wrapped around Wolfwood’s torso you were bored. So today as the afternoon sun started to beat down and you felt the sweat running down your spine you had an idea. A rather naughty idea. Sliding one of your palms down his front from where it was wrapped around his middle until your fingers found the space between his thighs as his suit jacket had ridden up and grabbed the area. Grinning to yourself as his bulk in front of you jerked in response.
“What are you up to back there?” Growling out from the sunglass glad man, barely heard over the roar of Angela.
Knowing he’d never hear you over the whipping wind you simply switch to rubbing at his crotch before lifting your fingers to unsnap his pants and slip your hand under the band feeling warm skin and the rough hairs of his happy trail.
The farther down your hand moves the slower the landscape moves by and the roar of the engine lessenes. Wrapping around his thickening cock as Angela came to a stop in the dunes, licking your lips as you feel Wolfwood lean back releasing the bikes handles.
“Wanna explain why you wanted to play with my cock while driving? You couldn’t have done that last night?” His voice has taken on a low timber that makes your pussy clench at the way it seems to vibrate inside of you, feeling it through your fingers still pressed to his chest.
“I wasn’t bored last night” giggling as you start to pump him as best as you can through the taunt fabric.
“So you decided to play with my dick because you were bored?” Smirking with your face still pressed against his back and if it wasn’t for the twitching of his cock under your palm you might have thought he was upset. Good thing you knew better. “You couldn’t have tried this when we were sleeping in that cave we found?”
“Again I wasn’t bored. Besides you don’t seem to be complaining, how about we have some fun? It’s not like we’ve seen anyone for the past few days out here.” Feeling your walls clench, liking the idea of getting on your knees and sucking him off.
“Fine, now let me go so I can face you properly.” Biting your lip as you give him a final quick squeeze before letting him go and tossing your leg off the bike. You don’t get a chance to offer to suck him off, both of his hands on your hips as he flips you around and sets on his lap grinding your body down on his while going for a searing kiss.
His lips insistent as he glides your core over his rock hard bulge and bucking up to add more friction to the movement. Letting out a moan and Wolfwood wastes no time slipping his tongue into your mouth to tangle against your own and you carded your fingers in his hair. Starting to roll your hips against his and feeling his hands slide upwards and under the hem of your shirt to grope at your breasts.
“I want you to ride me.” Panting as he breaks from you thumbs rubbing circles around your nipples making them harden under his touch. His voice vibrating against the skin of your cheek his scruff rubbing against you delectably.
“Like this? On Angela?” Chasing his mouth as you want more of his nicotine laced lips as you feel yourself going wetter.
“Yea, since you wanna play with my dick while I’m driving I want you to ride me while sitting on the bike on the side of the road.” Ignoring your mouth to remove one hand from under your shirt to slip down and undo your own pants to finger your dripping slit. Letting out a low hum “Fuck you’re wet baby.”
“Cus I want that fat dick in me handsome.” Lifting your hips and letting Wolfwood slide the fabric down your legs and past the swell of your ass before pushing his own pants down enough for his cock to spring free. Biting your lip as you take in the sight of his shining head and watching him tap your clit with it and you feel your body shiver as another round of liquid pours from you. A few more taps as you whimper “please don’t tease me, I just wanna ride you like you asked” panting as he ignored you with a grin and pinched your nipple causing a sudden jerk of your hips.
“Beg.” A low growl as he gives your breast a twist and slides the head of his cock between your pussy lips but doesn’t press into your slit.
“Please Wolfwood, I wanna fuck myself so bad on your thick cock.” Letting your voice drop into a husky whisper against his ear. “Feel you ruin my insides.” That seems to make something in him snap, lining his tip up and pulling you down onto him making both of you groan. Feeling his dick spread your inner walls as he fills you completely.
Kissing him deeply as he holds you in place allowing you a few moments to adjust to his size and as the light pain passes you start to move. Riding him in earnest as Wolfwood braces his legs against the sand, the sound of his pants sliding along the leather reaching your ears. The sound of slick skin between both of you as your pussy squeezes him in a way that has you feeling your first orgasm build. His thumb sliding along your skin and rubbing at the bundle of nerves as he pulls away to look down at where your bodies are joined.
“That’s it baby, come on my cock like a good girl” his voice ringing in your ear like a command and you do just that. Freezing in place as a rush of endorphins floods your system, and Wolfwood enjoys the sight as your eyes glaze over briefly. Lifting your shirt and shoving the fabric of your bra aside before latching onto the soft skin of your breast and sucking.
As your body responds your fingers are back in his dark locks panting as his dick throbs inside of you and his hips jerk upwards. Letting out a litany of soft moans at the unrelenting pace of his dick pounding up into you and his tongue laps at your nipple, sliding his palm along your spine before resting at the nap of your neck. Using it to help pull you tighter against him while his other hand is gripping the boob he isn’t sucking groaning and growling as his hips start to stutter.
Letting out a long mewl as he increases the piston of his hips and you know it won’t be long until he blows his load in your core. “Nick, fuck, you feel so good. Making this little pussy cream all over your dick, I wanna come again. Please.” Mewling and digging your nails into his neck as he slams harder into you getting louder and louder before groaning around you tit. A warmth exploding in your core as he spurts inside of you, a pinch of your nipple and you follow after him pulling more of his come from his balls.
As you both catch your breath Wolfwood releases your nipple with a wet pop looking down to see his come dripping out around his member and into the dark hairs at his base. “We might have made a mess.” Laughing as his chest shakes before dropping his forehead against your skin.
“Well” licking your lips “we might as well go again if we already made a mess.” Laughing yourself and enjoying the feeling of his still hard cock deep in your pussy and playing with his hair.
You don’t start traveling again until dawn the next day.
Summary ➳ Being separated doesn’t mean anything to him, breaking up doesn’t mean anything to him. In his mind, he still has you. In your mind, he haunts you daily.
(A/n) ➳ Sorry for the lack of posting/updating. I’ve been trying to work on my other works as well as working with a shitty boss. Anyways, eat something and drink water everyone!! I hope you all are taking care of yourselves. Thank you @/benkeibear for the divider!!
Word Count ➳ 790
Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, MODERN AU, toxic relationship, mentions of smoking, swearing, angst, mentions of violence, alcohol use, mentions of threats (not aimed towards reader), sabotaging, yandere/obsessive behavior, stealing…
It wasn’t even a single minute before you received another text from an unknown number…
dont ignore me
What it said. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t have to even guess who the text came from, afterall, he’s been terrorizing you ever since you decided to break up with Nicholas.
You thought he took the news well but you couldn’t have been more wrong that day.
He wouldn’t leave you alone for a second. At first, he spoke to you like a usual friend or a regular day. But then came him to ask you to dinner that would’ve landed on your third anniversary.
You thought it was a misunderstanding but he continued to press and press until you gave in.
You had hoped to use that opportunity to make it clear that you wouldn’t tolerate any more attempts like this, but it fell on death’s ears as he clearly ignored your words and talked and talked. Ordering your favorite meal and drink, going as far as to pay and drop you off home.
Nicholas doesn’t even acknowledge your attempts to talk, he very much ignores you, over and over again.
Frustrating would be an understatement.
The next came when Meryl decided to throw a party to celebrate New Years. Since Nicholas wasn’t listening to you, ignoring him was your next choice. But that too became difficult when he was watching you and following you all the damn time.
You wanted to catch up with Vash and his brother, Nicholas stood by you the entire time, contributing nothing to the conversations.
You wanted a cigarette from Roberto? You couldn’t, it was stolen by him… More like he took it and threw it right out in front of you with a smile. Not a smirk. A smile.
You were suspicious when he randomly came up to you with a hug, he refused to let go and kept on until you threatened to kick him in the balls.
“Relax! Relax!” Nicholas laughed. “I just wanted a hug. No need to get all worked up.” Oh, this man certainly pissed you off!
The reason you were suspicious was when he finally left you alone, you noticed your phone missing minutes later. It only reappeared when Meryl found it in the bathroom. When you asked Nicholas about, all he said was-
“You really think that I stole your phone?” His brother, Livio, was there, looking at you. You knew Livio was confused but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You muttered an apology and remained close to Meryl and Vash.
But there was one good thing about that party, he surprisingly left you alone. But it wouldn’t last long when it was time to go home, he unfortunately had a couple of drinks, and Nicholas was the only person who was in the right state to drive.
You didn’t want his help, you wanted to stay at Meryl’s place until the morning but she was knocked out to say anything in your defense.
The ride felt like hours long, even though it was only twenty minutes. He tried making small talk, ignoring your shutdowns.
He also ignored your protests to push him off you when he helped you walk to your apartment.
He kept a tight grip on your arms, practically dragging you to your door. He tried to stay for the night but Livio called him for help as well.
You were on the verge of passing out, not hearing Nicholas snooping through your apartment.
He took stuff that he was sure that you weren’t going to miss, how does he know? He was with you for two years, just because it was a short time, he made sure he understood every single thing about you.
He knows every flaw, every mark, everything and anything. He has all eyes on you, especially with the app he downloaded into your phone, making sure to remember each and every person that messages you.
He’d share not so kind words with the user that seemed to be getting too close for his taste and that be every user, didn’t matter who. He didn’t care. He never cared.
You ruined him. Maybe he wanted to ruin you.
All those lonely nights just because you wanted to break things off, what did you mean when he was too controlling? Or the resentment he held whenever a man would glance your way?
You didn’t want to listen to him when he said that your family was no good. You didn’t listen to him when you needed to cut Vash and his brother off.
If he couldn’t have you now then he’ll make sure you remember that he’s always around, haunting you.
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synopsis: a long day of traversing the desert is rewarded by your companions niceties in the form of depravity; his boot between your legs.
contains: fem/afab reader, boot worship, vash hands out praise like crazy, and just tender love.
sand, dust, and heat. the cling of clothes that likely should’ve been thrown away a month ago to your damp skin merely collecting and sticking the grains of sand upon your form; unpleasant. rays of sunshine unmerciful but only fended off from those same tattered pieces of cloth hanging off your body. if you were honest, laying down and simply letting the worms consume you didn’t sound all that bad though your companion would’ve instead hauled you up with a grin and assured you the next town was close. his definition of close seemed to be far from yours if the desolate horizon meant anything. eyes squinted and trained on his back to just focus on taking step after step, you cursed yourself for not bringing more water. if nothing else at least it was impossible to lose him with how he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dunes. bright red and thrumming with a sort of life you wish you were even somewhat comparable to; foolish, he’d call you. something to the tune of you being worth more than he would pass his lips and you’d roll your eyes in response. ‘how self deprecating,’ you turned the words over in your head. for a man so riddled with guilt he sure never dulled his glow to you. though unrelenting with hot torture, you knew you’d long for the warmth when night fell and a chill crossed your bones. the cold of the dark never failed to leave you desperate and you were sure the next town was far enough that you’d be left to camp outside instead. not that you totally minded, the stars are rather glorious and the intimate moments of being curled up side by side lit your heart on fire. you huffed.
“struggling back there?” he tossed a teasing but somewhat apologetic smile over his shoulder, “we can take a break if you need.” to which you groaned. always putting you first, it was rare you’d take him up on the kind offers. consider it a form of repayment for how he takes bullets for you to not overindulge in his selflessness. yet, your strength was dwindling so ultimately you agreed.
settling side by side beneath the shade casted by a cliffside, your head found its way to be rested against his arm. he patted your skull with a chuckle and hummed an unfamiliar but comforting tune. panting lightly, you mumbled some sort of thanks that vash brushed off as nothing more than looking out for you. something about best friends though you both knew your relationship extended beyond such a trivial description but without a formal title. lovers almost. your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and fighting off sleep became harder. as much as you tried, the inevitable came and you dozed off comfortable as ever against your best friend. he didn’t bother waking you, opting instead to enjoy the comfort of your body against his as if starved of connection; true. he is starved of even the mildest of affection though he’d die before admitting such needs to even the wind. ‘i don’t deserve it,’ or such other nonsense. he deserves the sun, sky, and stars.
jerking awake, the sky was tinted orange towards the end of daylight. you grunted from the pain in your neck due to the painful positioning of your nap and vash brought his hand to massage the muscle without you even asking. his fingers wandered the skin, working out the muscle and behind for the simple pleasure of being close to you. the small moments of skin ship kept his heart beating and smile alive by the power of love he kept locked inside. he moved to set up an unusually lazy camp and sat atop a rock to make a fire for whatever canned food you both had left. a pitiful dinner but food in your stomach nonetheless; a priority in these times. you yawed and moved from the ground to weasel yourself between his legs though seated on the ground with your back against the rock and head leaned onto his lower stomach. vash huffed out a laugh but played with your hair as the food simmered in the cans, fire blazing. the flames seemed to lick the lowering sun as if desperate to become one and you wondered which one you’d both personify as. vash, as bright as the sun with the determination of the fire. you, with what he’d say is the beauty of the star and warm love of the flame or something equally as cheesy. you hummed a sort of replication of what he had before you slept.
metal cooled and with bent spoons, you both scarfed down the combination of beans paired with nuts and dry bread. nothing fancy but it tasted heavenly compared to starving surrounded by nothing but barren land. with a full stomach, you tilted your head back to look at vash with his mouth still full of bread. his expression of curiosity mixed with embarrassment from his cheeks full of food, you smiled and swallowed back the urge to poke at him and coo over how cute he looks. he muttered a small, ‘what?,’ before swallowing to which you merely shrugged. sometimes you just wanted to admire your handsome companion before you both inevitably had to tuck in for the night. his face most certainly is a sight for sore eyes and, by whatever god was out there, you needed it. he shifted and finished up his meal before standing and hopping over you like some childish game of leap frog, his coat smacking you over the head a million different times. you sputtered and he cackled.
stomping on the fire to put it out and throwing the garbage somewhere in the depths of his far too large backpack, he moved to remove his coat and settle in with you for the night. halting him with a tug to one of many straps adorning his legs, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to beg him to let you continue resting against him as you had moments before. vash hesitated but ultimately is incapable of denying you anything, sliding back onto the rock and tugging on one of your ears in false annoyance. you wrapped your arms around one of his lanky legs with a satisfied smile, cozying up to the limb. he shuffled a bit to move his leg between yours, allowing a more comfortable position for you to cling onto him much like a needy child. his heel now pressed against your most sensitive spots, you stiffened before relaxing again, brushing it off as an accident though he didn’t move again to remove the pressure. face slightly flushed, you wiggled a bit in attempt to relieve the suddenly intimate positioning though you couldn’t go anywhere and you could swear you felt him press closer. a mumble of his name was met with a upturned hum.
“somethin wrong?” and he’s so casual about the situation as if the creaking leather of his boots isn’t shoved right against your core. he shifts again, pressing harder and moving to lean over you with one brow raised. his gentle smile borders on teasing and pitiful towards your flushed and confused face; something he’d remember. a brush of fingers moving your hair paired alongside a soft coo of something to the tune of ‘poor thing,’ and he’s rubbing his heal into you for real now. you gasp out, squeezing his calf in your hands as he rubs your neck soothingly and continues the gentle grinding against you. “feels good right? you’re so pretty,” and he sighs out with something so loving, “i’ll help you really relax. you’ve been working so hard for me all this time, it’s only fair right? need to make you understand my thanks, mayfly.” with that you’re slowly making up the courage to grind into his boot as well in earnest.
vash leans over you further, body encompassing you between his legs and torso, both equally as long. you’re tugging at the complicated straps of his leg wear and pushing into the slow movements he’s built up with a sort of repressed desperation. the movements are enough to have your head spinning. sure, your relationship was complex between the looks you’d share and copious skin ship but this was new. the sexual intimacy was new though not unwelcome and your processed it mentally through small whimpers and gasps of his name.
“this feels good right?” his insecurities leak through even in your vulnerable state and you’d love nothing more than to soothe him with a long ramble about how everything he does feels good but you’re too caught up in the feelings as he pushes you closer to your end. “i love making you feel good, mayfly. against my boots too,” and he longs for you, “so filthy for a girl so precious.” vash bends to kiss the top of your head, soaking up your needy keens laced with love. he’d spend hours, a lifetime, here with you like this if the world didn’t need him. he moves his leg to press where the leather ends below his knee to the side of your face, heel still working against you. “lean on me, use me to feel good,” he’s practically begging with all the power in the world even as he holds you as fragile as glass, dominating in a pillow soft way. vash works you closer and closer, his praise flowing free with kisses littering your skull. he eases you into your climax; tender. your eyes are splattered with stars, your back arching and giving into his unique form of pleasure. an orgasm that built so slow and pretty taking over you with the strength of a million suns. he’s sighing as if he was the one that came and moving to lift his leg, boot wet from how you soaked through and lifting his heel to your face. “clean up after yourself, mayfly.”
your tongue meets the surface, the tang of your own juices combining with remaining dust and the musk of leather. moaning against the material, vash cards a hand through your hair mumbling various praises in a reverent form. you lick and suck at the leather and metal till you’re sure it’s cleaner than new.
“lets sleep now, yeah? we can do something more organized in the next hotel, mayfly.”
synopsis: a long day of traversing the desert is rewarded by your companions niceties in the form of depravity; his boot between your legs.
contains: fem/afab reader, boot worship, vash hands out praise like crazy, and just tender love.
sand, dust, and heat. the cling of clothes that likely should’ve been thrown away a month ago to your damp skin merely collecting and sticking the grains of sand upon your form; unpleasant. rays of sunshine unmerciful but only fended off from those same tattered pieces of cloth hanging off your body. if you were honest, laying down and simply letting the worms consume you didn’t sound all that bad though your companion would’ve instead hauled you up with a grin and assured you the next town was close. his definition of close seemed to be far from yours if the desolate horizon meant anything. eyes squinted and trained on his back to just focus on taking step after step, you cursed yourself for not bringing more water. if nothing else at least it was impossible to lose him with how he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the dunes. bright red and thrumming with a sort of life you wish you were even somewhat comparable to; foolish, he’d call you. something to the tune of you being worth more than he would pass his lips and you’d roll your eyes in response. ‘how self deprecating,’ you turned the words over in your head. for a man so riddled with guilt he sure never dulled his glow to you. though unrelenting with hot torture, you knew you’d long for the warmth when night fell and a chill crossed your bones. the cold of the dark never failed to leave you desperate and you were sure the next town was far enough that you’d be left to camp outside instead. not that you totally minded, the stars are rather glorious and the intimate moments of being curled up side by side lit your heart on fire. you huffed.
“struggling back there?” he tossed a teasing but somewhat apologetic smile over his shoulder, “we can take a break if you need.” to which you groaned. always putting you first, it was rare you’d take him up on the kind offers. consider it a form of repayment for how he takes bullets for you to not overindulge in his selflessness. yet, your strength was dwindling so ultimately you agreed.
settling side by side beneath the shade casted by a cliffside, your head found its way to be rested against his arm. he patted your skull with a chuckle and hummed an unfamiliar but comforting tune. panting lightly, you mumbled some sort of thanks that vash brushed off as nothing more than looking out for you. something about best friends though you both knew your relationship extended beyond such a trivial description but without a formal title. lovers almost. your eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion and fighting off sleep became harder. as much as you tried, the inevitable came and you dozed off comfortable as ever against your best friend. he didn’t bother waking you, opting instead to enjoy the comfort of your body against his as if starved of connection; true. he is starved of even the mildest of affection though he’d die before admitting such needs to even the wind. ‘i don’t deserve it,’ or such other nonsense. he deserves the sun, sky, and stars.
jerking awake, the sky was tinted orange towards the end of daylight. you grunted from the pain in your neck due to the painful positioning of your nap and vash brought his hand to massage the muscle without you even asking. his fingers wandered the skin, working out the muscle and behind for the simple pleasure of being close to you. the small moments of skin ship kept his heart beating and smile alive by the power of love he kept locked inside. he moved to set up an unusually lazy camp and sat atop a rock to make a fire for whatever canned food you both had left. a pitiful dinner but food in your stomach nonetheless; a priority in these times. you yawed and moved from the ground to weasel yourself between his legs though seated on the ground with your back against the rock and head leaned onto his lower stomach. vash huffed out a laugh but played with your hair as the food simmered in the cans, fire blazing. the flames seemed to lick the lowering sun as if desperate to become one and you wondered which one you’d both personify as. vash, as bright as the sun with the determination of the fire. you, with what he’d say is the beauty of the star and warm love of the flame or something equally as cheesy. you hummed a sort of replication of what he had before you slept.
metal cooled and with bent spoons, you both scarfed down the combination of beans paired with nuts and dry bread. nothing fancy but it tasted heavenly compared to starving surrounded by nothing but barren land. with a full stomach, you tilted your head back to look at vash with his mouth still full of bread. his expression of curiosity mixed with embarrassment from his cheeks full of food, you smiled and swallowed back the urge to poke at him and coo over how cute he looks. he muttered a small, ‘what?,’ before swallowing to which you merely shrugged. sometimes you just wanted to admire your handsome companion before you both inevitably had to tuck in for the night. his face most certainly is a sight for sore eyes and, by whatever god was out there, you needed it. he shifted and finished up his meal before standing and hopping over you like some childish game of leap frog, his coat smacking you over the head a million different times. you sputtered and he cackled.
stomping on the fire to put it out and throwing the garbage somewhere in the depths of his far too large backpack, he moved to remove his coat and settle in with you for the night. halting him with a tug to one of many straps adorning his legs, you put on your best puppy dog eyes to beg him to let you continue resting against him as you had moments before. vash hesitated but ultimately is incapable of denying you anything, sliding back onto the rock and tugging on one of your ears in false annoyance. you wrapped your arms around one of his lanky legs with a satisfied smile, cozying up to the limb. he shuffled a bit to move his leg between yours, allowing a more comfortable position for you to cling onto him much like a needy child. his heel now pressed against your most sensitive spots, you stiffened before relaxing again, brushing it off as an accident though he didn’t move again to remove the pressure. face slightly flushed, you wiggled a bit in attempt to relieve the suddenly intimate positioning though you couldn’t go anywhere and you could swear you felt him press closer. a mumble of his name was met with a upturned hum.
“somethin wrong?” and he’s so casual about the situation as if the creaking leather of his boots isn’t shoved right against your core. he shifts again, pressing harder and moving to lean over you with one brow raised. his gentle smile borders on teasing and pitiful towards your flushed and confused face; something he’d remember. a brush of fingers moving your hair paired alongside a soft coo of something to the tune of ‘poor thing,’ and he’s rubbing his heal into you for real now. you gasp out, squeezing his calf in your hands as he rubs your neck soothingly and continues the gentle grinding against you. “feels good right? you’re so pretty,” and he sighs out with something so loving, “i’ll help you really relax. you’ve been working so hard for me all this time, it’s only fair right? need to make you understand my thanks, mayfly.” with that you’re slowly making up the courage to grind into his boot as well in earnest.
vash leans over you further, body encompassing you between his legs and torso, both equally as long. you’re tugging at the complicated straps of his leg wear and pushing into the slow movements he’s built up with a sort of repressed desperation. the movements are enough to have your head spinning. sure, your relationship was complex between the looks you’d share and copious skin ship but this was new. the sexual intimacy was new though not unwelcome and your processed it mentally through small whimpers and gasps of his name.
“this feels good right?” his insecurities leak through even in your vulnerable state and you’d love nothing more than to soothe him with a long ramble about how everything he does feels good but you’re too caught up in the feelings as he pushes you closer to your end. “i love making you feel good, mayfly. against my boots too,” and he longs for you, “so filthy for a girl so precious.” vash bends to kiss the top of your head, soaking up your needy keens laced with love. he’d spend hours, a lifetime, here with you like this if the world didn’t need him. he moves his leg to press where the leather ends below his knee to the side of your face, heel still working against you. “lean on me, use me to feel good,” he’s practically begging with all the power in the world even as he holds you as fragile as glass, dominating in a pillow soft way. vash works you closer and closer, his praise flowing free with kisses littering your skull. he eases you into your climax; tender. your eyes are splattered with stars, your back arching and giving into his unique form of pleasure. an orgasm that built so slow and pretty taking over you with the strength of a million suns. he’s sighing as if he was the one that came and moving to lift his leg, boot wet from how you soaked through and lifting his heel to your face. “clean up after yourself, mayfly.”
your tongue meets the surface, the tang of your own juices combining with remaining dust and the musk of leather. moaning against the material, vash cards a hand through your hair mumbling various praises in a reverent form. you lick and suck at the leather and metal till you’re sure it’s cleaner than new.
“lets sleep now, yeah? we can do something more organized in the next hotel, mayfly.”
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