#breakfast is served!

[millionsvash]

could I request smut with a chubby afab reader and tristamp vash? :3 -🐸

Forever and always. We big girls deserve our love.

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Word Count: 1949 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very tiny mention of body image issues, a singular spank, cunnilingus, fluffy smut, lots of praise. No pronouns are used.

Your fingers squeeze at the excess stomach sticking out in front with mild discontent. You don’t hate your body, but you certainly don’t love it either. It’s not something you mull over quite often…but sometimes you could feel your mind amble towards negative thoughts.

One thing is for certain: you look radiant in this new lingerie set!

The way the cups hug your breasts, giving them a lift that makes them full of life. The way the underwear hugs your hips, leaving a small impression on your skin. The color that matches so perfectly with your eyes. You bow forward, admiring your plump rear in the mirror. You were going to give yourself a playful spank, but someone eagerly beat you to it. 

You careen forward in surprise as a hand makes rough contact with your ass, making you reach back to soothe the pain. You turn on your heels to give him a side eye, one that he brushes off.

He’s all smiles and looking at you like you’re a prized wine.

“Sorry, too forward?” Vash teased you playfully. “I just thought you looked absolutely stunning. Quite a surprise to return to."

“Oh, do you like it?” You ask with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been eyeing it for a while. I feel like everything I wear is so…plain. It’s hard to find anything flashy in my size."

You certainly weren’t the only big girl in the town, but many other women your size had taken up sewing to make their own clothes. The shopkeepers decided it wasn’t profitable enough to stock up on bigger sizes if only a tiny handful of customers would actually purchase them. But you didn’t have time to learn that; you already worked your ass off at your job. Any free time was spent doing what you wanted to do or spending time with Vash whenever he visited town.

Vash could see you were a bit lost in thought, but his sweet laugh pulled you back into the conversation. “Sunshine, you don’t need to have flashy clothes. You’re a 10 out of 10 in anything you wear."

How…cheesy. You’re mildly bitter that it made you blush.

“What if I want to have flashy clothes, hm?” You retorted. “Sometimes I want to wear something more than just…neutral colors and cotton clothes."

“Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t.” The blonde strolls behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and gives your tummy a soft squish with his hands. “I said you’re beautiful to me no matter what. There’s a reason I keep coming back to this town."

“Oh, so it’s not the sex?” You quipped.

“That’s a bonus to it. I’m here for you, though."

Damn that man. Why must he always find the words that crack through your hard exterior? Why does every little flirt send your heart fluttering? Where did he even learn to talk like this? He’ll always have you wrapped around his finger, one way or another.

“If you want my honest opinion," He leaned over, his lips pressing against the back of your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “My favorite look on you is naked, sprawled out underneath me, making pretty noises.” You practically feel yourself throb at that comment, the blood rushing to your face and between your legs. “May I, Mayfly?"

Fuck it, it’s been 10 months since you last saw him.

You turn your head to the side to glance back at him, giving him a nod of approval. His eyes gloss over with fever. His lips meet yours in a kiss, almost animalistic in the way he drives his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of what belongs to him. Your hands snake forward, gripping at the fabric of his black turtleneck. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you into him until your hips are pressed flush with his. He holds you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You feel almost dizzy, with Vash giving you little time to catch your breath between each desperate kiss. He growls gently against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. He’s hungry—so hungry for you. You taste sweet, and you’re everything he’s needed after 10 long months of running.

You’re forced backwards by his footsteps, striding backwards until he gets you down on the bed. Now in the perfect position, his mouth trails down from your mouth towards your neck, sucking and licking at the supple skin. His tongue traces against your jugular, trailing up towards your jaw, where he peppers you with kisses. Every action he takes switches between affection and animalistic. 

He purposefully straddles your thigh, allowing you to feel his erection. It’s for you, only for you. Only you can make him this hard, and only you can shut down his brain. He needs you, and he won’t settle for anyone else. His hands work on removing your bra, tossing it to the side like it was simple trash. “Mine.” He hisses against your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh to mark what is his. It draws a gasp from your lips, the pain melting away into a blissful high. Your fingers trace down his torso, hooking into the bottom of his turtleneck, but he stops you, grabbing your hands and pining them above your head. He simply shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue a few times in tandem.

You open your mouth to press him on it, but he silences you by resting a finger against your lips. “I’m not embarrassed, if that’s what you’re thinking.”  Well, that’s enough reassurance for you. You wouldn’t let him doubt himself like that. Whatever his reasoning, it would remain a mystery.

He snakes his way slowly down your body, his tongue hastily finding its way to your breast. He pops your swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while twisting and pinching your other nipple between his fingers.

It pulls those pretty sounds from you, and from the soft rumble of his chest, it’s clear he got what he wanted. He releases your nipple with a lewd pop, switching sides to make sure both get the love and attention they deserve. You watch him with glossy eyes, desperately wanting to touch and feel him.

“Impatient?” He coos sweetly as he releases your nipple. "Mmm, fine, I’ll speed up, but we are going multiple rounds tonight.” You laugh, grinning from ear to ear at how ridiculous it sounds out loud. “That’s usually how it goes anyway."  “What can I say? You’re irresistible.” He finally releases your hands, an action necessary as he latches his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down enough to expose your soaking cunt to the cool air of the room. He licks his lips, eyeing your slick folds like a 5-star course. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy…” He mumbles, seemingly unaware that he even let those words slip from his mouth. All it did was send a straight shot on heat down there. He pulls your panties down the rest of the way, discarding them in the same direction he tossed your bra. Two firm hands push your thighs apart. The coolness of his prosthetic makes you startled, causing him to laugh. “Sorry, got too excited.” He gives your plump thighs a few good squeezes for good luck before diving headfirst into your waiting heat. His tongue lashes out, pulling your slick into his mouth as he yearns to taste every inch of your pussy.

Your hands fly down, locking into his sweet blonde locks as overstimulation hits you immediately. Yet it’s good—too good. You don’t want him to stop. You let your sweet moans and cute little cries encourage him onward, and he happily obliges.

He traces back and forth, starting from your hole and moving up to your clit, flicking his tongue across it before moving back down. He repeats this pattern over and over, savoring the whimper you make every time he crosses your clit. His free hand is between his legs, pumping his cock in a desperate act of stimulation. His patience doesn’t last forever. He works long enough to get you soaked, finishing off by spelling his name with his tongue over your clit before pulling his mouth away. He admires your flushed face, the way your hair is sticking to your skin, and the lustful gaze you’re giving to him as you try to catch your breath. “So fuckin’ pretty…” He leans down and steals another kiss, using that opportunity to line himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock over your folds a few times, making you arch into his touch. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “Sing for me, baby.” Vash pushes himself in, nearly stretching you to your limit as he sinks himself into your tight heat. You sing for him, an airy, drawn-out moan escaping as he sinks himself in all the way. You reach up and cup his cheek, opening your eyes half-way to see his satisfied smile. He’s looking at you so lovingly, like you’re the only thing that matters to him at that moment. Two gentle taps to the cheek are the signal he needs to start thrusting. He’s savoring it, pulling almost all the way out before pushing all the way back in. Long, steady strokes in and out of your aching cunt, all just to hear you sing sweetly.

He relishes the way you blabber out his name incoherently, the way you grasp at his face and shoulders frantically, how sweetly you encourage him, and how you let him know how good he makes you feel. He makes sure to reward each sweet utterance with a deep thrust, aiming directly for your gummy sweet spot. “You’re so damn beautiful." Vash whispers softly to you, planting a quick kiss on your lips. He rolls your hips forward slightly, pushing your legs towards your stomach to angle himself deeper. It allows him to thrust faster and draw more noise from you. “That’s it, Mayfly; keep making those pretty noises. You look so beautiful; you feel so perfect.” He showers you in praise. Vash’s eyes never leave your face, afraid he might miss your beautiful expressions if he glances away for even a second. His pace is steady but dominant, hammering away at your insides. “Vash I’m… I’m gonna–” You can’t get the words out; your mind drawing blanks as your climax swiftly approaches. “Where do you want me, baby?” He asks through a grunt. His grip on your thighs gets stronger as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting your answer first before he lets go. “Inside!” You shriek out. Your eyes meet in that moment before both of you enter a state of euphoria. He groans as the way your pussy convulses around his cock feels heavenly, and you blubber and cry as he feels you to the brim, thrusting still as he makes sure to draw both your orgasms out as long as possible. Two more taps, and he knows to stop, his thrusts halting as he remains inside of you. Both of you are sweaty, panting heavily to catch your breath. He looks so pretty, with blonde locks of hair glued to his forehead as he smiles at you. Your heart thumps. You love him so much; he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. He feels the same. He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering softly as you recuperate from your orgasms. “Beautiful…you’re so beautiful. I want you forever."

[weevmo]

I really love Barnaby - - goofy clown dog that spews life lessons and could probably put you in your place if you deserved it! I bet his practical jokes are l e g e n d a r y

snoots and emotive ears! That's what I Bring to the Table art

[hyunpic]

[fullcravings]

Pancakes for One

[lemon-wedges]

Breakfast 🍳 

[nights-flying-fox]

Mystic Sickness Part 1

This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!

Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A

 Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.

 

 Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?

 

 Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"

 

 His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.

 

 He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-

 

 "AH-"

 

 Raph turned around. "Leo?"

 

 There was nobody else in his room though.

 

 "Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."

 

 "RAPH NO-"

 

 He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.

 

 "I am really not in the mood for pranks-"

 

 Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.

 

 Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?

 

 "RAAAAAPH!!" 

 

 Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”

 

 “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”

 

 His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:

 

 Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.

 

 He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”

 

 “It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.

 

 “They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”

 

 “I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”

 

 “I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.

 

 “Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”

 

 “Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.

 

 “As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.

 

 Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”

 

 “Cold or them?” Raph asked.

 

 “...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”

 

 “Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”

 

 “Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.

 

 Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”

 

 Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.

 

 What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?

 

 Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.

 

 Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.

 

 Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.

 

 “What the shell?!”

 

 Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”

 

 “Mikey, you are flying.”

 

 “What?”

 

 “Look around, Mike.”

 

 Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”

 

 “THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”

 

 “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”

 

 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”

 

 “Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”

 

 “I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”

 

 Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”

 

 “Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.

 

 “Mikey, did you see him?”

 

 “Nope!”

 

 So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”

 

 “Red, is everythin—”

 

 Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.

 

 His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”

 

 And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.

 

 “Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.

 

 “Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.

 

 “Where did he go?”

 

 “I don’t know.”

 

 “Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.

 

 Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”

 

 “I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”

 “CAN SOMEONE—”

 

 Leo’s voice came from his room.

 

 “—HELP ME—”

 

 This time from somewhere closer.

 

 “I think I can handle him.” Raph said.

 

 Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”

 

 “Thanks Dad.”

 

 As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”

 

 “No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”

 

 “RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”

 

 “What’s happening?” Raph shouted.

 

 “I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”

 

 “That sounds bad.”

 

 “You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”

 

 At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.

 

 "I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.

 

 "Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything. 

 

 "He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.

 

 "You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.

 

 "I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed. 

 

 "How?"

 

 "Can't you feel it? Hm?"

 

 Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies." 

 

 "I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced. 

 

 "Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai. 

 

 "Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.

 

 "We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.

 

 "Oh good, because I- hrk-" 

 

 Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared. 

 

 "We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon." 

 

 "Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago. 

 

 "Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"

 

 "When did you bring it here?"

 

 "...I didn't."

 

 "What do you mean I didn't?" 

 

 Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared." 

 

 "Appeared?"

 

 Donnie shrugged.

 

 "Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.

 

 "That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.

 

 "Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.

 

 "Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night." 

 

 "And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.

 

 "I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.

 

 Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?" 

 

 "Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs." 

 

 "Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug. 

 

 "None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea. 

 

 Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be. 

 

 Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly. 

 

 "Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.

 

"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.

 

 Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list. 

 

 Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."

 

 "Thanks." Raph sighed.

 

 "You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"

 

 The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.

 

 "What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.

 

 He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell. 

 

 "This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.

 

 "Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."

 

 "Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again. 

  

 "I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.

 

 He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.

 

 Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.

 

 “Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.

 

 “No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”

 

 “Hmm...”

 

 “Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”

[vyeoh]

The worst thing about being a stem major is that I walk around in the buildings with the stem classes and there is no cunt being served anywhere

[annapassione]

La colazione è in tavola per te...

Buona domenica 💋

[theabyssiniancat]

Visitors at the door...

[millionsvash]

I see you do smut so I have something to ask of you. Could you write some silly fluffy sex between Vash and Reader? Just a not-so-serious time full of giggles and love and Vash blows a raspberry into their neck at least once. Like a cuddle session but they fuck. Hope this makes sense I love your blog ok byeeeeee-

My one true weakness. How could I resist? Written with AFAB in mind since no specific one was provided. If you'd like me to redo/rewrite with AMAB do let me know! God I love silly Vash

CW: Boobjob, cumshot, alien genitalia, Vash isn't the best at sex but he tries his best and he loves you!

"Seriously, what the hell are they doing in there...?" Wolfwood grumbled to himself, placing a cigarette between his chapped lips. His ear was pressed firmly against the door of the inn room you and Vash were spending the night in.

From the outside of the room, it sounded like the two of you were experiencing every human emotion in rapid succession. That, of course, left a certain priest curious to know what you were doing. He was just about to throw the door open when Meryl came by. She wasn't one to ask questions or probe into your personal life with Vash. Once Wolfwood's intentions became clear to her, she quietly shooed him away.

"Whatever they're doing doesn't matter. Vash needs a moment of peace, for everyone's sake." Meryl said with a sigh, putting her hands on her hips.

Your cheerful giggle rang throughout the room as Vash blew another raspberry against your neck. Your arms quickly swung up and wrapped around his neck, holding him tight as the two of you laughed together. You could see the large grin plastered on his face; his smile was bright enough to light the darkest rooms.

"Do you finally concede, mortal?! Do you not understand that you stand against the mighty Vash the Stampede?" He dramatically blurted it out, his voice full of sarcasm. He was all smiles when his silly monologue earned him another giggle from you.

"Be quiet, you!" Your words are laced between your laughs. "You've gotta take this seriously!"

His hands came up and cupped your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples. It earns him a soft moan, but it’s quickly replaced with another giggle as he gives your breasts a few good squeezes.

"I’m taking this seriously!" He gives you a few more squeezes, planting himself down on your stomach. It got a soft ‘oof’ from you, but you were capable of supporting his weight.

"So super seriously." He added it with a cheeky grin. With his hips positioned perfectly in front of your breasts, four petals opened up to reveal a tendril-like member. This wasn’t your first time with Vash. You were well aware that he wasn’t human. It didn’t change a thing for you.

His cock twitched in excitement as his eyes scanned every inch of your supple breasts. Leaning forward gently to reposition his weight onto his knees, he placed his cock between your breasts, squishing them against his erection.

"Permission to move, your majesty?" He asked with a flirty laugh.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. You adore his goofy nature. "Permission granted, good sir!" You say it with a voice of confidence.

"Yippie!" 

He wastes no time thrusting his hips, his hands firmly holding your breasts together as his cock slides back and forth between the mounds. His fingers tease over your nipples to elicit a few moans from you.

You glance up to see that bright smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back at him. You stick your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the head of his member every time he thrusts forward. You proudly giggle at the moan you're able to draw out of the blonde.

"Having fun?" You ask him, batting your eyelids in dramatic fashion.

"I'm having a great time! Can I cum on your face?" He gives you those signature puppy-dog eyes.

"Quite a blunt question to ask Vash, but yes."

You see him perk up in excitement at your agreement. In an instant, the blonde is erratically and rather roughly thrusting his cock between your breasts. It's enough to rattle your head a little.

Vash tends to get overexcited when he's about to cum and often starts fucking like a dog in heat. His eyes light up, and a satisfied moan escapes his lips as his cum covers your face and chest.

You look up at him with a pouty smile. "You made a giant mess."

Vash rubs his head with an apologetic laugh. "Sorry...I got really excited. Maybe you should stop being so beautiful."

You bring your hand up and swipe some of the droplets with your finger. You place it in your mouth and suck gently. Vash's cum has a sweet taste to it; you often find yourself reminded of strawberries.

Vash's eyes were locked on your every motion when you did that. The sight flipped a switch in his brain that sent him into overdrive. In just a few quick motions, he was off your stomach and between your legs, shoving himself into your wet and inviting sex.

You gasped, your body spasming around him at the sudden intrusion. "H-Hang on Vash...!"

But Vash is already in motion, thrusting in and out at an erratic pace, letting his moans fill the room in a carefree manner.

It took your body a second to adjust, but enough of your natural lube kicked in to more than compensate for his intense pace. Your arms wrapped around him and pulled him down, foreheads pressed together as both your moans combined into a beautiful song.

You always adored how vocal Vash was. He never tried to hide how good it felt to be inside of you. You placed both hands on his face, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. It was full of love and passion; your moans were laced between each crash of your lips.

His hands came up and massaged your breasts, thumbing over your sensitive nipples as his pace quickened. The bed beneath you is squeaking with each movement.

"C-Can I cum inside? Please? You feel so good..." He whimpers his words at you. His face is twisting in pleasure as he awaits your answer.

You simply give him a nod, and that's all it takes before he's fucking you so fast that all your noises get caught in your throat.

Your name left his lips in a desperate moan as he shoved deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. The feeling triggers your own orgasm, with your insides clenching around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

He collapses on top of you, a startled yelp coming out as your hands wrap around him. You can see the cheesy smile on his face as he lies there. He can be so childish sometimes, but that's why you love him.

You place a kiss on his head, the both of you giggling as you come down from your highs. "Satisfied now?" You ask

Vash nods his head happily. "That was great! Can we do this 20 more times?"

"The best I can offer is 2." You tease. 

He sits up, his hands cupping your breasts. "Deal!" Vash looks down at you, before the cheesiest smile comes over his face. He gives your breasts two quick squeezes, before uttering the dorkiest thing you've ever heard.

"Honk, honk."

[drugsforaddicts]

Thank you Dean

[ms-demeanor]

Large Bastard doesn't usually eat breakfast but if he's making breakfast and I'm in my office he'll see if I want some so a few minutes ago he came up to my desk with a bowl of hash and eggs for me and a bonus tiny plate of eggs for Tiny Bastard.

She's such a good little dog and he's such a nice giant man.

[radarchives]

[fullcravings]

Cinnamon Roll for One

[cctvarchive]

CHITA, RUSSIAN FEDERATION.