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[greetingfromthedead]

Perfect Morning (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: You and an exhausted Vash spend your day in the hotel after saving the town and Vash gets a bit handsy.

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Raiting: Kinda mature, but not too spicy, sexual themes without actual smut, some kisses and tender touches.

Tags: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Intimacy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Shy Vash, very light smut

Word count: 1.8k

Author's Note: It has been a very long time since I wrote anything at all, but like two months ago I got some Trigun related brainrot that wouldn't let me function anymore and I needed to write it down. It's a long story and I intend to publish it for all to read, but I do kinda want to finish writing it first and then release all of it all at once for bingereading. I have currently finished 23 chapters (~1.9k words each) and am running out of motivation eventhough I haven't even gotten to the truly juicy parts that have caused the main brainrot problems. So I am trying to motivate myself by publishing a demo here of a chapter in the story.

You wake up nearly completely on your back, a heavy weight on you, soft hair tickling your cheek. As your brain clears you realize Vash's head is resting on your chest, close to your shoulder, your arms around his neck. His arms are around you, one of your legs thrown over his hip as he sleeps on yours. His breathing calm and slow, face turned away from you. Leaving one of your arms resting on his back, the other hand gently strokes up, fingers finding his hair. He doesn't wake up to that and you close your eyes again, cheek against his head, fingers playing with the blond locks.

Warmth filling your chest as you stay like this for quite a while longer. The sunlight finds its way into the room despite the curtains and you hear people talking in the streets. Seems like some of them haven't stopped celebrating yet and the good news spreads from mouth to mouth that the town is saved. Some people are wondering who they have to thank, nobody actually having Vash's name.

You focus on Vash's breathing as he lays on you so you notice the change in his breathing, but keep running your fingers through his hair, nails running over his skin where the hair is shortest. Your other hand still rests on his back as you keep going. The snoring is gone, occasionally replaced by barely audible low moans.

"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep for?" you ask with a smile on your lips.

"Guess you found me out, huh?" a mumble reaches your ears. "But can I pretend a while longer?"

He nuzzles his face more into you, giving you access to more of the side of his head closest to you. He rolls even more onto you, his knee pushing your leg that is over his hip. His hands move down to either side of your waist, touching your skin where the shirt has been pushed up. His face and chest dig more into you as his weight shifts.

Both of your hands move onto the back of his neck, your thumbs feeling for the knots in his muscles and gently starting to rub them out. He lets out a relieved sigh, you can feel his hot breath through the fabric. He is not wearing a turtleneck, just a high neckline shirt so your fingers travel slightly underneath the collar to massage away more tight spots before moving up again, nails trailing over his skin into his hair, rubbing the sides of his head, pinching his ears lightly, thumbs playing with his earlobes, especially the one with the earring. You hear and feel him breathe heavy as he enjoys your touch.

His hands grab you tighter and trail upwards, fingers pushing under your shirt, over your skin. He feels the twitch in your body as he trails over your ribs. His head turns even more and his face moves closer till his lips touch your neck and start to leave burning kisses. His body shifts further so he lays between both your legs, his flesh hand moving down your side again, over to your butt, pulling your leg up to be over his hip, your feet locking on his ass as you enjoy his lips and touch, quiet and breathy moans escaping your throat, his heavy breathing pressing his chest into yours. Vash's kisses move down and brush over your collarbone, his metal hand has pushed your shirt as far up as it will go without exposing your chest. His lips skip over the fabric and land on your ribs, you feel his body brushing over yours. The hands that have been gripping his hair move to his back, griping his shirt as the kisses move over your stomach to the other side.

As your hands start to bunch up the cloth of his shirt to pull it up and over his head the weight of his body is suddenly gone. Both his hands moving over your sides to your arms making you let to go  and in a lightning fast move he has your arms pinned to the bed over your head, his fingers intertwined with yours. His body has moved up again and he gently presses his forehead to yours, supporting his body with his hands either side of you, still holding tight.

Your wide eyes look up at him, for a moment Vash avoids your gaze, mumbling "Sorry." But his eyes find yours regardless, your mouth still slightly open as you stare back.

"Why are you sorry?" you finally manage to speak out after gathering yourself enough to catch up with what just happened.

"I... I don't think I'm ready." he says, avoiding you again and you put your feet back onto the mattress, knees still bent to give him room.

"That's okay." you assure him gently and smile, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Red."

His body that you only just now realized was tense like a drawn bow relaxes and gently slumps onto you again, his grip lightening  as you pull out your hands to wrap your arms around him again for a hug and to stroke his back while he hides his face. Vash's ear is against your chest, listening to the racing of your heart. His arms move down again, taking some of his weight off of you as he supports himself on his elbows, his hands slipping between the mattress and your shoulders. His body on yours feels comforting.

"Room service!" you hear a muffled voice behind your door after a few nervous knocks that both of you had ignored. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

The two of you are still in bed, it feels like hours of blissfully laying in each other's arms, but in reality you don't know how long it has been. Long enough for Vash's stomach to start growling.

"Maybe they brought food?" you suggest while you still play with Vash's hair.

"Mmmm, maybe." he answers with a pout as his stomach voices its displeasure. "But then I have to get up."

"Don't worry, I'll take you back." you joke with a light laugh.

"But it won't be the same, " he whines. "It feels like I found something profound! If I move it will slip away!"

"It will slip away if you starve to death." you tug on his hair lightly.

"Helllooo?" the insistent voice still continuing between knocks.

Vash lets out a deep sigh and pushes himself up, looking at you with grumpiness for a moment and then staggers out of bed.

"Sorry! I'm coming!" he calls out towards the door. 

You sit up and see the door opening, a boy stands there with a large tray. He gives a wide smile, but you doubt it's genuine.

"Here you are, good sir! Our deluxe breakfast! It might be late afternoon already, but since we didn't see you at breakfast we assumed you sleep in! The chef cooked it all up especially for you! It's on the house as a thank you!"

The boy holds up the tray for Vash and he looked pleased with himself.  Vash takes the food and gives a kind smile back.

"Oh, tell everyone involved that we're very grateful for everything! It's so wonderful!" his left hand manages to balance the whole tray by itself and Vash ruffles the boy's hair.

"Will do, sir!" the lad turns around and runs off down the hall.

"It smells nice!" Vash exclaims as he closes the door. He walks over to the table in the corner and sets the tray down. He inspects everything closely, "There's pancakes! And eggs and sausages!"

You listen to him listing all the toppings and extras as he identifies them, eyes wide like an excited child. Seems like his pouty mood is completely gone. He puts down the dishes that were included, setting the table for two and starts pouring two cups of coffee.

"Come, come! They brought food for two!" he smiles at you.

"And you eat enough for two people!" you tease him, but Vash is not having any of it as he comes to stand by the bed with mischief in his eyes.

"Come, have breakfast with me." he says and offers you a hand.

"I'm not hungry." you say matter-of-factly, tone light and pretending to be serious.

"You never are." he takes both your hands and pulls lightly.

"See? Go eat by yourself! You already chose to abandon me to go open that door." you look him square in the eye pretending to be hurt by what he'd done.

"You vixen!" he laughs and pulls harder, trying to pry you up from the bed, but instead of giving in you brace yourself and pull back, trying to get him to bed. This tug-of-war takes Vash by surprise, but not enough to throw him off balance. You are strong, amazingly so, Vash has to struggle a bit to overpower you and manages to get you to your feet, but as you still refuse to budge he changes strategy and instead of pulling you by your hands, he switches gears and bows down a bit, places his hands on your waist and lifts you up onto his shoulder.

"That's not fair!" you exclaim and playfully slap him on the back.

He simply laughs and takes the few steps to the table, kicks out a chair and sits you down into it before pushing it to the table and almost falling into his own chair. The wide smile on his face lights up his eyes with joy and it warms your heart.

"At least have a taste! They cooked it all up especially for us!" he cheers you with his coffee cup and you can't help but smile and follow his lead.

"Oh, Red, you are ridiculous!"  you lightly clink your cups together.

"Not at all, Sweet Pea!" his eyes scan the room and seem to stop at something behind you. "Hold on, just one more finishing touch!"

He takes a quick sip and places the cup down, standing up from his seat and walking off. You follow him with your gaze, but you don't see what caught his attention. He fiddles with something on the commode and after a quiet click the room is filled with music. Vash turns to face you again and you see the little radio.

"I will dance with you after breakfast! Even if you are kicking and screaming on my shoulder again!" he laughs as he returns to you.

"As I said: absolutely ridiculous!" you roll your eyes and sip on your coffee. Vash starts piling food on his plate, making sure you take at least one bite of everything.

Read more Tempest Wind HERE.

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[novasintheroom]

Hello there, I'm just sort of curious if I'm the only person that's come across this idea or concept yet with VashXReader stories, becuase I cant find any, and I just felt like I wanted to perhaps share it with you too!

So, I'm sure that atleast some trigun fans are familiar with the concept of Plant!Reader hc similar to this, but my brain decided to take it a step further... What if it was a possible hc of the reader being a completely different species, kind of like Vash but leaning more towards being an alien. Just two little alien critters interacting with one another and maybe even bonding over this as they grow closer with one another.

That would be very interesting!! Aliens are not out of the realm of possibility within the Trigun universe - look at Zazie!

I mean, humanity as a whole is the true "alien" in the story, being from Earth and crash-landing on Zazie's planet, but who's to say another civilization (or just star traveler in general) doesn't also visit No Man's Land?

It's a cool concept for sure! I think you should run with it :)

[whuspdoodle]

Masterlist

Trigun:

Honey, I'm home! (VashxReader/sfw) : Headcanons

We connect. (VashxReader/sfw) : fic

When it hits. (KnivesxReader/nsfw) : Headcanons

The 5 Times They Kissed. (VashxMeryl/sfw) : drabble

Eyes of a child. (Trigun OC/sfw) : drabble

Stuck like a tattoo. (MerylxWolfwood/explicit) : fic

Pokemon:

Sore loser. (IonoxReader/sfw) : Headcanons

Honkai Star Rail:

I'll let you. (SampoxStelle/sfw) : fic

Spiderverse:

When he's the coolest big brother. (Hobie/sfw) : Headcanons

[linkdedruid]

Was looking through the Vashxreader tag and physically said "THANK GOD IT ISNT PORN" when I saw a new post in it (the period one)

There is so much porn 😭

Thank you brave soldier

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons! This entire blog will only be sfw content, fyi!

If there's specific sfw you want, please feel free to request it! My askbox is open to all!!

[na-t0]

I think of cutting Vash's hair. Intertwine your fingers and subtly untangle it, he will nestle in your hands and start to hum in delight. When his hair begins to grow and lose its spiky shape, he will come to you as a symbol of pure affection and full trust.

Such a simple act becomes very intimate and domestic. Cutting his hair shows that he allows you to handle something so characteristic of him, something that people he appreciated deeply have only done.

And don't forget that he enjoys finishing off with a kiss after you show him the result.~

[xxladyballadxx]

Always In Your Heart

Vash x (Wife) reader

⚠️SUICIDE AND SELF HARM ARE INVOLVED IN THIS FANFIC. PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE⚠️

During an exhausting day by doing bounty hunting with his good ol’ pal Wolfwood, he decided to go for a drink with him before heading home to his wife, (Y/n). Speaking of (Y/n), Vash wondered if she’s managing alright at home by herself. He insisted on calling Meryl and Milly over to spend time with (Y/n) so she doesn’t get lonely. However, (Y/n) wanted to be alone at home. 

Each day and week, Vash’s concerns for his wife grew extremely high and is worrying for her wellbeing and health. Saturday he noticed recent scars on (Y/n)’s arms when he came home from grocery shopping. Vash wished to talk to her about it but kept losing the chance every time (Y/n) changed the subject.  

There was just one time Vash heard (Y/n) sobbing in the bathroom, he comforted her and asked what’s wrong. He held her close while she talked about what’s bothering her. 

Vash managed to talk about the marks on (Y/n)’s arms, he talked her out of it and pleaded with her not to do it anymore. (Y/n) and Vash cried together in an embrace.

‘Whatever you’re going, please know that I’m here for you. No matter how big or small it is, you can always tell me anything.” 

Those words from Vash made (Y/n) cry even more. She calmed down afterwards and fell asleep in the bedroom, resting her mind while Vash lay down next to her. 

~-~-~~-~-~~-~-~

“(Y/n), babydoll, I’m home.” As Vash returned home, he knew something was off. Awfully quiet in the house, (Y/n) didn’t respond to Vash when he called out to her. 

Vash called out his wife’s name multiple times. Still no response. He jogged upstairs to see if (Y/n) was in the room. “(Y/n)..?” He slowly opened the door as it made a creaking sound. 

He entered the room with his heart shattering into pieces, spotted his wife lying down on the floor…dead. A spilled bottle of pills was found on the floor, beside (Y/n)’s right hand. 

“(Y/N)!!!” Vash bewailed, he rushed to her and bent down, holding his wife in his arms as he shed tears, “(Y/n)...why?” His face swelled with grief and sorrow, his head hurting from shedding a lot of tears. He can feel himself falling apart. Witnessing his wife who took her own life….is gone.

Suddenly, he noticed a folded piece of paper in (Y/n)’s other hand. Vash slipped it away from his wife’s cold hand at a slow pace and started reading it, small teardrops dripping down on the letter from his blue-emerald eyes as he read it…

To my wonderful, loving husband Vash

I’m so sorry I did this to myself. I couldn’t stand being in this cruel, harsh reality anymore. I kept hearing voices in my head saying that I’m not good enough, Even my family who left me in the dirt. I can hear them saying horrible things about me. You as well…

Just know that it’s not you, it’s me. I kept having negative thoughts about myself. All this time, I thought no one could ever love me. Never. Until you came into my life. I had no idea someone like you would fall for me.

I said to myself once that I could never be with someone who is warm-hearted, so sweet and so kind…

Keep on living, Vash…for me

No matter how many people are against you just for who you are or what you are, know that I am always here in your heart. Even though I am gone…I will always be watching over you…

I love you so much my dear, I am very glad to have met you, so glad to have you in my life…

Thank you for accepting me,..

Thank you for everything…

From your loving wife…(Y/n)..

Vash’s hands were shaking in despair, he wept and held the letter close to his heart. He screamed out a cry along with his heart screaming along with him…

Vash The Stampede…

A hunter of love and peace…just lost the most precious person in his life…

(A/n)-I actually cried while writing this...💔💔

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: Aaa, someone who does Trigun asks!! Hello, do you think you could do some headcanons for Vash with a small, sorta undersized s/o? Maybe how he'd react to a situation in which someone was making them uncomofortable? If not, just some general relationship headcanons would be lovely. Thank you so much!! 💖  

Yes! Another Trigun fan, yay! I would love to do some headcanons for this sweetie! I adore Vash with every fiber of my being <3 Enjoy hun! 

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Even though he’s a goofy dork, he’s also a very gentle and sweet soul that adores you.

So protective of you because of the danger that surrounds your group.

Knows you can handle yourself, but with the uncertainty of the wild west, Vash can never be too safe when it comes to your safety. 

When traveling, he always has an arm slung around your shoulders or giving you chaste kisses along the journey.

After a fight or a long journey, he’ll always turn to you and give you a bright smile and tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

When you both have down time, which is rare, you both just relax in your shared room. 

Taking baths together or just cuddling in bed together. It’s all about you both unwinding and being with each other during the quiet time you both have.

[greetingfromthedead]

Desire (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Plot? What plot?... just porn. The quiet, sweet ones tend to hide a different side too...

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Grinding

Word count: 3.2k

Author's Note: It's V-day. single or not, you'll always be Vash's valentine so here ya go, have another demo from Tempest Wind. You as a community picked this one! If you like this, check out the other demos and I'm posting daily chapters of the series! You'll find all the info about the series in the Masterlist.

Vash has been so consumed with worry and thoughts for the past few days that even his chatter has boiled down to planning, and for once, you can call him the worrywart like he has done to you many times before. It did coax out a light laugh from him, but he went right back to his talk of strategy and what the bandits could be planning and doing. He has drawn up a little map for himself where he has marked out roughly the locations of settlements, their names, and which ones have already been hit by the bandits.

You had told him to go to bed and get some sleep, but instead he has gone into planning mode once again under his blanket while you were looking out over the desert, trying to catch a glimpse of any car headlights. The radio plays as he tracks his pencil along the makeshift map. He tries to listen for more hints on where the bandits could be, but there is no news from this area. A few robberies have happened further south towards May, but they are nowhere near as frequent as in the northern area. 

He is so consumed by his thoughts, and it worries you, so you hatch a plan to get his mind off things. If he's not going to sleep, then you will occupy him in different ways.

You stand over him for a moment as he lays on his stomach, his fingers laced into his hair as he stares at his notes. He doesn't even seem to notice you there. He is so used to you and so trusting of you that as long as you're keeping watch, his guard is down. You kneel onto your own mattress that is right next to his, and before he even turns his head, you're under his blanket.

"Won't you stop worrying so much?" Your voice is low in his ear as your hand pulls his out of his hair.

"I just... I don't want to leave you alone; I don't want to be away from you." His voice is sad as he sighs. He sounds so pathetic to himself, but to you, he can admit that.

"You won't come up with a better plan. After all, this is my idea, and I am always right." Your voice is quiet as you place a light kiss on his cheek. "It's only for a little bit."

His head turns to meet yours, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes are still sad.

"Even a little bit is too much."

"You'll get over it." You pull his face closer to kiss his lips, a tender and soft kiss locking your mouths together. 

You feel him adjusting, turning to his side, his hand closest to you finding your waist, and it makes him freeze. He pulls away from you, looking into your mischievous eyes before trailing down your face and neck. He lifts the blanket a bit to peek underneath, and a deep crimson hue comes over his ears and face as you keep a close look on his expression.

"What's wrong?" you ask, amused.

"Where are your clothes?" His eyes meet yours again, and you see that somewhere deep, the awkwardness is overtaken by desire. Usually, he is the one undressing you.

"Somewhere over yonder," you say with a smirk as you let the blanket fall off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin to him. Vash has to swallow before your lips find his again; this time he is a lot hungrier.

His lips part with yours, his tongue pushing into the cavity of your mouth. You feel his hand  move down your body, giving your thigh a squeeze before sneaking over your body. His fingertips start to push into the space between your legs, but you swat him away.

You click your tongue disapprovingly, and he pulls away with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting your denial.

"Your clothes are bothering me. Get up and take them off," you smirk, and Vash could swear you look so devious you could be the Devil for all he knows.

Still, he doesn't let you tell him twice as he gets on his feet, towering over you by your feet as you turn onto your back, your hands propping you up, the edge of the thin blanket sliding onto your stomach. Your eyes are nailed on him as he takes off his coat, shirt, and glove, revealing his scarred skin. He moves down to undo his belt, and he seems hurried and flustered, the redness still not completely gone.

"Does it make you nervous when I watch?" Your voice is still silky smooth.

He starts to answer, but it seems like his mind is wiped clean as he sees your knees move apart under the blanket, his eyes nailed to your lower half. This is uncharted territory for him; you haven't swept him up and away quite like this before.

"What is it? You want a treat already?" You smirk. "Your job is only half done, and you already want a peek?"

You could swear you saw his knees buckle for a moment as one of your hands reaches down to grab the blanket.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" You pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.

Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants and pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.

"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.

"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." You smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.

You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear; only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.

"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.

"Good girl," his voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue is exploring the folds and tasting your arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well; he has his own little tricks he uses on you; every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting till your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.

"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.

"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."

"Your voice really is music, baby," he hums, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"

"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel so... ah, so good... Get me there."

"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.

"Make me cum, Red, oooh!" You can't arch any further; your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"

His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, as his digits are still pleasuring you from the inside. It only takes him a few pressured licks to have you reach your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.

"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards. "You know me too well."

He ignores your comments as he moves up your body. He leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your stomach and breasts, moving up to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio that is conveying the latest news.

"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.

His other hand moves down to run his tip between your folds before pressing it against your opening. Your breathing is still fast as you wait with anticipation. You see the smirk on his lips as he slowly lowers himself into you. He starts off slow, but the last of him nearly slams into you. A moan escapes you as you adjust to his girth, and he pulls away just a little bit, but he doesn't start moving like you expected.

"Please..." You try reaching his lips with yours, but he denies you. "I want more..."

Your hips try to get the stimulation you're looking for, but you're too pinned under him, barely able to move along his length. Dissatisfied noises escape you, as even rolling your hips doesn't get you much closer.

"Please... give me more..." You bite your lip. "This was my idea... How did I end up being the one being teased?"

"So whiny..." he smiles. "What do you want?"

He bites your earlobe, and you let out a slight yelp.

"Fuck me!" you nearly growl by his ear. This gets his hips moving again, pulling almost all the way out, and you feel every vein and pump of his tease your insides. He only gets a few calm thrusts in before he sets a frantic tempo.

"You're so tight and warm," he whispers into your ear. "So wet."

You feel him pounding deep into you, the pleasure tingling up your stomach. You are completely at his mercy as he pins you under him, your hands tightly between his and the ground. Your legs hovering in the air above him. Your moans sound out together. He quickly has you arching from pleasure again, your body already looking for the last push that he won't give you yet. You know your insides are dripping for him; the arousal and pleasure make you go feral. You see his overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he pulls nearly completely out, only to dive as deep as before. His whole length is trying to fit into you, pushing against you with every thrust. You clench up a bit, and immediately his excitement grows further. 

All you can think about is him, his rough body against your skin, the way his lips feel, his breath, his voice, and his moans. The way he calls out your name due to the pleasure fills you with butterflies even now. The night would be filled with colors if they burst out of your chest. Vash makes you feel things you previously thought were impossible. The whole world feels vibrant, painted in colors of red, orange, and yellow like your desire for him.

He lets go of your hands and raises into a kneeling position. He catches your legs and pushes them against your chest; you're flat on the ground again. He uses his prosthetic to pin down both of your legs, their closeness making you even tighter. He might be good at keeping you on the verge, but chasing his own climax is a different story. The arousal has been filling his mind since the moment he noticed your naked body. Seeing you squirming because of the overwhelming pleasure he brings forth does unspeakable things to him, and his fingers find your clit again as he keeps pushing deep into you. Your fingers grab onto the sheets as he gives you the last little push and makes you cum hard around him. Your tightly clenching walls spell the end of this round for him too, as he fills your insides with a few more slow thrusts. His brow is sweaty as both of you come down from your high.

He releases the pressure on your legs and leans them against his shoulders as he leans back. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face by running his fingers through it as he still catches his breath. Your insides tingle, and you move your grabby hands onto your breasts, giving them a squeeze as you come down from your high. The calmness is only physical; your desire still burns in your soul, and so does his. His hand runs up and down your leg as he looks into your eyes.

"You're beautiful; this look suits you," he says over his panting and leans closer, your legs sliding down his sides again. He comes close enough to kiss you, and you feel him move, still inside you. His lips lock with yours, hungry yet soft.

"I love you," you whisper through the kiss as best you can as your nails move onto his back.

His kisses move to your neck, and he talks through his nips and licks.

"I could never get enough of you. You're mine... I'm yours..." His voice is low but loud enough for you to hear.

It makes you clench around him again, and you feel your mixed releases flow down your crack. His words arouse you further. You know you feel the same, but hearing such things out of his mouth does something else.

"I love your blush. The rosy tone... the heat of your skin." His kisses move down your body, making his lower half pull away till you're left yearning for him to fill you again. It feels wrong, like you're missing a piece of yourself. His hands feel your body, and he leaves you tingling all over.

"Shouldn't it be my turn now?" You look at him as his lips touch your belly button and his hands track along your hips.

"No, you said you would fill my every desire." His fingers touch the ample wetness between your thighs. His answer is so resolute that it leaves no room for arguments.

"Again... this was my idea, and you choose to tease me instead..." You enjoy his touch as his fingers press lightly into your skin.

"Alright... I'll let you, but only if you turn around for a bit." His eyes look dangerously sharp in the dim light of the gas burner. "On your hands and knees."

"I wanna hear you beg." You push yourself onto your elbows again to look at him.

"You're not in a position to make demands," he says, slightly amused as he pushes two fingers into your cavity.

"Ah, fuck!" he takes you by surprise. "Dammit... when did you get like this?"

You may be complaining, but in reality, this makes you very hot and bothered. You lift your leg over him, the fingers slipping out again, as you turn onto your stomach and support your body up. You're about to turn towards him, thinking you know what he had in mind, but he slaps your ass.

"No need to move. This is good... Actually..." You look over your shoulder to see him sit down, and he beckons you closer, and you comply, slowly and teasingly moving to his side, your lips begging for a kiss as you're close enough.

He smiles a crooked smile as he kisses you on the lips, his hand closest to you stroking over your back. His lips part, and you're ready for more, but his hand presses down and guides you to lay on his lap, his hand giving another hard spank before sliding in between your legs.

"You're mean!" You moan with your ass up, "In the best way possible..."

"Open your legs," he says as he strokes up and down your crack and spreads your cheeks.

As soon as your knees part, his other hand moves under your body to find your clit, his fingers glide effortlessly over it due to the slick, and it immediately starts to feel overwhelmingly good. He strokes your parts, palm against your swollen bits. Your deep breaths quickly turn into moans and whines. His free hand keeps you in place as you start to squirm. He watches your body twist from the pleasure; the hand keeping you where you are moves; the fingers slide into your slit, jerking roughly and pushing you further, but not far enough.

"Aaaaah!" you scream out as you squirm to his touch. He pulls out his fingers, only leaving his other hand stroking against your clit. You feel his fingers move slightly up and draw circles against the back entrance, but you're so consumed by the pleasure that you barely notice it.

"Let me fuck you!" you pant out as your fingers grab onto the blanket.

"Not yet. Cum first," you hear the amusement in his voice; he is clearly enjoying this, your helplessness contrasting with your headstrong nature.

"Make me!" you shout desperately as he keeps you on the verge. "Give me more!"

He listens to your plea as his finger glides into your lubed ass, making you gasp. He has been there before, but not in quite such a position. The hand on your clit presses down harder as he fingers you, and it doesn't take half a minute for you to be screaming his name into the night with your legs uselessly twisting.

"Oh..." you press out between the panting, "I've had it with your unpunished teasing. Now it's my turn."

"You can't even stand," he laughs, putting one hand on your shaking thigh.

"I don't need to." You push up and grab hold of his shoulder. You roughly press him onto his back before climbing on. You see him rock hard again and, for a moment, consider your options, but you have been pushed too far, your mind clouded by the desire and just how well he knows you. He's an excellent lover, always paying attention and learning your every quirk.

You pull up, pinning his member between your bodies and starting to grind on it. The texture quickly starts to pull deep breaths out of him. His hands hold on to your legs as you move up and down the length of him.

"Love..." His eyes are closed as he enjoys you. "I won't last like this..."

"Don't worry, Red, I will make you last." Your hands glide over his chest. "Look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes."

You keep going, looking into his blue eyes, till you see his desperation reach its limits, only then you change things up and sink him in, taking his length and rolling your hips, giving him different, lighter stimulation. Your gentleness only lasts long enough to let him slightly cool off, and then it is replaced by you riding him like a tomas, making sure to edge him more than once before letting him empty himself into you again. His load dripping down the lower halves of both of you.

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I love your writing so much! Finally some good Vash content 💖💖🥹 thanks for posting it really makes my day😭💖

I was wondering, would you do a Vashxreader where the poor baby is having a rough day and the reader decides to get him donuts to cheer up? Poor baby needs a tight hug and comfort food I swear 😭

Omg thank you so much for the kind words 😭 I’m having so much fun writing for him, I love him so much 💙 Also baby girl needs to be loved, I want to hug him! So he’s a nice little soft thing for y’all! Also, I am so sick I feel like I'm dying, so I need comfort lol

‘You are loved more than you know’

Vash x Reader

You lay the blanket as gently as possible over Vash’s sleeping body, hoping he’s actually asleep and not pretending to be. Smiling softly at him, and brushing his bangs back. He shuffles in his sleep and you still your hand, once it seems like he’s not going to get up you let out a sigh of relief.

Getting up quietly, you move across the room to leave. Giving Vash one last glance, before exiting the hotel room. You were going to find some breakfast for the two of you, and hopefully something sweet.

The last town the two of you were in had truly been a disaster, Vash had tried to help the best he could but it resulted in another instance of being chased out. You remember the way they spat that horrible nickname at him, ‘Humanoid typhoon’ it always made him flinch, but he still wore that gentle smile on his face. You wanted to step forward and defend him, but he placed a hand on your shoulder and with a shake of his head led you out of town.  

It pained you every time, and you couldn't imagine how Vash really felt. The walk to the next town had been quiet, you leaving Vash with his thoughts. Unsure how to help, you simply grabbed his hand and held it loosely in yours, hoping to offer some comfort. His grip tightens, and his hand trembles for a moment before dropping your hand completely and trudging ahead like he always does. 

Shaking your head, you continued on your way. One problem at a time, at least this one you could solve. You exit the hotel and head out into the street, hoping to find a cafe you didn't get a good look at the town when you entered it.  

Walking around for a couple of minutes you spotted a brightly colored cafe. The moment you walked in you were hit by the smell of all the sweet treats, this would be perfect. 

Making your purchase quickly, you waste no time heading back to the hotel. Once inside, you go back to your and Vash’s shared room. You try to open the door quietly, but Vash is awake now rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He turns to look at you with a pout, “you weren’t here when I woke up.” You smile softly joining him on the bed, leaning in you place a light kiss on his cheek. Your own face begins to heat up as you watch a cute blush form on his face.

“Sorry, hopefully, this makes up for it?” You asked placing the box of donuts in his lap. You watch as his eyes light up with interest, opening the box carefully to uncover the sweets inside. 

“You didn’t have to–“

“I wanted to.” You cut him off leaning your head on his shoulder and picking up one of the donuts to eat. You savor the taste, letting out an exaggerated ‘hmm’ noise. Vash watches you for a second, before grabbing a donut of his own to enjoy. 

The two of you eat in silence for a couple of minutiae, enjoying the sweet treat and each other company. Before Vash places the box on the nightstand and pulls you into his lap, you let out a startled yelp your face heating up. 

You smile moving to wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. “Can I have a kiss?” He asked if shyly squeezing your waist, and avoiding your gaze.

“You don’t need to ask, you big baby.” You tease lightly, grabbing his chin and turning his face towards yours. You lean in, Vash meets you halfway and you close your eyes when your lips finally connect. 

Letting out a please ‘hum’ as you press in closer, Vash pulls back but not before placing another kiss on your lips. He smiles, “You taste sweet.” You let out a ‘huff’ as he looks at you with his kind eyes.

“Not as sweet as you.” You grin as Vash’s whole face goes red, he’s so easy to tease. “Let’s go back to bed.” You say with a yawn, grabbing the covers. Vash shifts you around so you are both laying down on the bed and under the covers. 

You smiled as you curl up next to him, his arms holding you close. “Thank you,” Vash says it so quietly, you nearly miss it. 

“You don’t have to thank me; I want to take care of you.” You admit to him softly, moving to place a kiss on his shoulder. He pulls you close, pushing your head to his chest, most likely to hide your gaze from his own flustered one. 

With a content sigh, you cuddle up close to Vash, and he starts to run his hand through your hair. The motion starts to lull you to sleep, the best and safest place to be will always be in Vash’s arms. 

A/n: lol can you tell I’m touch starved?

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Multiple drones had appeared, swarming the control room of the tower. They were like insects as they moved in droves and were fluid as water. From the looks of it, they were running independently. There was probably some internal network feeding them directions. As of right now, you couldn’t really focus too much on that. Vash was on the offense, shooting them down with one bullet. Roberto and Meryl had hid behind cover, leaving you to throw your knives at the drones.

“You think they turned on with the generator?” Vash asked.

“Yep, these things don’t run independently. Watch” you replied.

You waited for a group of drones to get close, striking the floor beneath them with a knife. As the floor collapsed, none of them attempted to divert their direction.

“Hey old man! Shorty! Use the control panel and divert the power to utilities!” you shouted.

“How are we supposed to do that?” Merly squeaked.

“Just press anything” Roberto grunted as he covered Meryl.

As the two worked, you and Vash were pushing back the drones. You were nearly out of knives, leaving you no choice but to get serious.

“Vash, give me your shoulder for a second” you said.

“Huh? My shoulder?” Vash asked.

You didn’t answer him, running behind him and jumping onto his shoulder. Using him as a spring, you jumped over the gunfire and closed the distance. The armor you wore on your shoes was strong enough to damage the drones with a kick. You could still hear the gunshots as Vash switched to covering you while you fought. In between hits, you managed to pick up and pry out your thrown knives. Eventually, the drones stopped. They powered down and ceased to move. You dusted off your shoes and put your knives away. Vash also put his gun away, staring at you in awe.

“You’re pretty good” he said.

“So are you, you’d make a good partner” you praised him.

Vash had a slight blush on his face, laughing awkwardly. You weren’t sure why but you weren’t about to ask. Now that you got what you want, it was time to go.

“Well, it’s been…. Interesting. But there isn’t anything left in this tower. I’ll be on my way” you began.

“Uh wait, where are you headed?” Vash asked.

“The terminal, why?” you asked.

“Well, if you don’t have a ride. You could come with us” he offered.

You glanced at Roberto and Meryl, not that they could see your face.

“What about them?” you asked.

“They’ll understand,” Vash reassured you.

Although you weren’t convinced, you would rather ride in a vehicle for once. You agreed, sitting in the back of the truck with Vash. He appeared relaxed, not minding the large space between you both. You could see Roberto looking at you through the rear view mirror.

“Does it ever get hot with that mask on?” he asked.

“Nope, it’s actually relaxing” you quipped.

It started as an awkward ride, but the group easily fell back into their own conversation. You found it odd they could be so relaxed around a stranger. Weirdos didn’t last long out here, that wasn’t your problem.

The first stop was at Jeneora Rock, no one had anything to drink so you were all thirsty. The town was better off than most, but it wasn’t anything impressive. The moment you had stepped into a dinner, Vash was recognized right away. You had stood aside while they talked, looking down when you felt someone pull on your cloak.

A little boy with a cage was looking at you, holding it up for you to see the insects inside. You squatted low, poking at the insects.

“You are quite the collector,” you said in a playful tone.

“Yep!” the boy grinned.

He scampered away quickly, leaving you back to your brooding. You noticed Vash was looking at you with a kind smile.

“We’re going to have a seat, if you want to drink with us,” he said.

“Only if you are paying” you mused as you brushed past him. While eating, you learned more about Vash’s reputation.

It was hard to believe he was such a strong force of nature despite being so meek and good natured. He had such a good boy vibe you weren’t convinced he could hurt someone. The people in the dinner could agree as they only had good things to say about Vash. They were obviously struggling as the water wasn’t clean.

“Oh, also Vash. Could you see the plant?” Rosa asked.

He had agreed, leading your group to approach the plant. It was red, you’ve seen it before. Whatever Vash was going to do, he was stopped by some policemen. They didn’t pay you any mind as they dragged Vash away and beat him.

“Not going to intervene?” Roberto asked.

“Not my problem” you told him.

Roberto sighed, stepping in to suggest the policemen challenger Vash to a duel. Well, it sounded more like a threat the way he said it. Either way, the leader Chuck Lee agreed to the duel. They chose the highest point, making it easy for everyone else on the ground to watch.

“Where are you going?” Roberto asked as he caught you walking away.

“I’m gonna go higher up, the VIP seating” you joked.

He made an unagreeable sound but he didn’t argue. You had gone higher up, standing on top of some kind of tower for electricity. You reached under your cloak, taking out your bag. While the duel was just starting, you used this time to mount your sniper. If things went south, you’d have to intervene. To your surprise, things turned south quickly.

Chuck had fired a cluster shot into the air, something you wouldn’t have even imagined to do. There were too many to shoot them all down and you didn’t have anything to combat this. You looked at Vash, he had easily taken down Chuck and was aiming his gun at the cluster of missiles.

“No way…” you were in awe, was he really going to shoot them all down?

“Eh? I’m out of bullets?!” Vash shouted.

Your hopes were quickly dashed. He shouted for someone to give him a spare bullet, crying loudly and sniveling. Meryl had managed to find a bullet and tossed it to him, but Chuck had shot at Vash and the bullet bounced out of his reach.

“You’ve got to be- ugh!” you lined up your sniper.

Just when the bullet reached the edge of the cliff, you fired off. Your bullet grazed the edge of it, knocking it back toward the cliff. Vash caught it just in time, loading his gun. He had thrown a rock into the air and shot it, each fragment hitting the missles. You were still amazed even though you were annoyed.

“He really is trouble” you sighed as you put your sniper away.

By the time you reunited with everyone at the dinner, a gun was drawn on you before you could get through the doorway. You recalled Chuck had talked about the bounty, so it wasn’t too shocking that they wanted to turn Vash in. What was shocking was how fast Vash could run. He took off with incredible speed, but it looked more like he was barely holding on as he tried to jump around the town.

“Shouldn’t we help him?” Meryl asked.

“Can we count on you to not try and take the bounty?” Roberto asked.

“I’m not interested in turning him in. But it’s kind of funny watching him like this” you laughed.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Roberto sighed.

His plan was to pull Vash somewhere to hide. You guys waited until he passed through an area high enough the others wouldn’t be able to follow so easily. You managed to pull him up, avoiding the people long enough they searched somewhere else.

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Vash smiled at you.

“Actually, two,” you said.

You noticed he had the same stupid grin on his face as when he first met you. Although, Roberto began speaking and you looked away from Vash. The plan was to sneak out without alerting the townspeople. That was the plan but they had caught you all at one of the exits. You reached for your knives but Vash grabbed your wrist.

“Hands up where I can see them!” Rosa ordered.

You sighed, he really was trouble. You complied with her demands, sitting on your knees with your  hands behind your head. They didn’t take your weapons since you couldn’t reach them without getting a bullet in your head. You weren’t concerned with their talk on morality, tuning them out as you noticed a truck in the distance. Oh, it was definitely headed your way. You waited for it to get close, preparing to jump out of the way.

Vash had protected Rosa and her son despite the threat she posed. Roberto had saved Meryl and you had backed into the dust. You tried looking for Vash, but he had snuck away to steal a Thomas. It was obvious he was leading the assailants away from Jeneora Rock.

“Come on, we have to go after them!” Meryl shouted.

Although you would have normally left them alone, you still had a goal to pursue.

“Fine! Let’s get them!” you ran to the truck.

Meryl drove while Robert held on for his life. The ones who had been driving the truck earlier were the Nebraskas, there had been a report earlier that they escaped prison. Vash was dodging them, but not fighting back. The ride was too bumpy to get a clear shot, so all you could do was watch. But Vash never fired back at them. Their truck eventually ran out of power, stalling in the sands.

The bigger one, Gofsef still grabbed Vash’s Thomas. The chase wasn’t over yet. It wasn’t until the pack Gofesf grabbed slipped from it’s belts and ended up making the giant smack him in the face did Vash get away. He continued to run, until there was a great distance from the Nebraskas.

Of course, everyone’s first question was why he hadn’t fought back. Even though Vash answered, it wasn’t satisfying to hear. Not wanting to kill and choosing to run.

“There is always going to be conflict, so how long do you plan on running?” you asked.

He didn’t look up, but you could see he was conflicted.

“You’d be surprised how long I can run,” he joked.

“You can run for the rest of your life for all I care, but the people you meet are put at risk too. How do you plan on taking responsibility for that?” you said coolly.

Vash finally looked up, his eyes staring at your mask.

“I-” he began.

The radio from the truck began to buzz loudly as an emergency report came in. Jeneora Rock was under attack by the Nebraskas. Vash gave you one last look before jumping on his Thomas and turning back to Jeneora Rock. You grabbed Meryl and dragged her to the truck.

“He’s not going to wait for us to cause trouble,” you mused.

Luckily, you caught up to Vash and arrived back at the town. You ran with him where the Nebraskas were dragging the plant away.

“Don’t hurt anyone!” Vash said in his haste.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” you argued.

Vash had saved Rosa, but the Nebraskas weren’t going to just leave now that Vash was back. Gofesf’s punches weren’t difficult to dodge, there just wasn’t a lot of space for two people to jump around. Vash dodged skillfully and ungracefully, bumping to you at one point.

“Oh, sorry” he said as you both were chest to chest.

His hands were up as if he was being held at gunpoint. You had your hands on his coat, holding on due to the sudden contact.

“Don’t be foolish” you said as you pushed him back to dodge the fist coming at you both.

Vash caught himself, ducking down as the fist retracted. It came at you again and you leapt forward, turning as you expected it to recoil. Vash grabbed your hand and waist and turned you out of reach.

“Don’t grab me like that!” you yelled.

“Sorry!” Vash squeaked.

He didn’t let go, lifting you up as he jumped over the fist once more. When your feet touched the ground, you grabbed Vash and dipped him low as the fist recoiled in an upward motion. Vash made a nervous sound, almost like a giggle as he held onto you.

“I’ll drop you” you warned.

Another fist later you lifted him up and he spun you again. When Nebraska had grown tired of you both, he had Gofsef aim and fired his RPG at you both. Vash threw you to the opposite side, he fell over the edge of the platform.

“Vash!” you shouted.

When the dust cleared, Vash pulled himself back up. Not a scratch was on him. You let out a sigh of relief. You were still annoyed Vash refused to fight, that was until he drew his gun to shoot Nerbraska’s bullet. It was the first time he had shot towards someone.

“You could have done that a long time ago” you sighed.

The platform started to shake, reminding you of all the damage Gofef’s arm had done. It started to sink, breaking off a little ways back. Nebraska had made it to the safe side, but Gofsef was slowed down by the plant. The giant was trying to carry it back to safety. He chucked it into Vash’s arms as the platform collapsed. Luckily, Gofsef’s hand had shot back onto the part you were standing on.

“Dammnit!” you grabbed it, feeling it pull you toward the edge.

Vash dropped the plant, grabbing you to keep you from going over. Although you had him, the giant was too heavy for you two to pull up.

“We’re gonna fall!” you groaned.

“Rosa! Please! I need your help!” Vash yelled.

She rallied the others to help pull, enough that you could hold the cord instead of being a human chain. Once Gofsef was safe, you wanted to get way from the crowd.

“Ah, thanks for that. You jumped to help him” Vash stopped you.

“It wasn’t anything special” you argued.

“But you still did it” he insisted.

Damn, he had caught you there.

“Come to think of it, I never got your name,” he said with a chuckle.

“Just call me Seven, it’s the only name I got” you told him.

It was true, you were called seven for as long as you could remember.

“Okay, well, thank you Seven” Vash sounded a bit happier.

You wanted to comment on it but Rosa invited you all to beers. No one could deny her, at least to have something to drink. Meryl was gone after one drink, ranting to Roberto while he barely listened to her. You stared at the drink in front of you, seated with Vash and the Nebraskas. It wasn’t that you couldn’t drink. But the mask made it a bit difficult.

You turned toward the wall, tilting you mask back enough to drink some. When you turned back around, Vash was staring at you again.

“Pervert” you scoffed, earning a pathetic whine from him.

Gofsef looked at you and then to his drink. You recalled he was the “son”. Although he looked big, you figured he was still young at heart.

“I got you big guy” you said as you poured his beer into your mug.

“Gof” he grunted.

You took that as thanks.

At some point, Vash had left. You stayed behind a bit since he wasn’t the one who owned the car. Roberto excused himself for a smoke, Rosa wasn’t going to let him smoke with her son in the room.

“Why do you wear that mask?” Meryl asked after sobering up.

“It’s part of my orders to,” you said plainly.

“What a strange order. Why would they make you wear that?” she sighed.

“I… I don’t know. I just know I’m not supposed to show my face” you said wistfully.

You were distracted a bit as you recalled the orders given to you when you first met your partner.

‘Wear this, I don’t want to see your face’ he had said.

You never got an answer why, you never knew what was so wrong about showing your face.

“That dumbass” you sighed.

Gofsef got up, approaching you quickly. You didn’t move but you were mildly concerned with his urgency. He picked something off you, glaring at it. You looked at the strange machine, your stomach dropping.

It was a small drone. Lost Technology.

Soon a bunch of them came in, swarming Gofsef. Meryl shouted for Vash and Roberto to come back to the dinner. As the two entered, the drones turned red and began to beep. Gofsef pushed past everyone and ran outside, jumping to the ground as they exploded. Despite the tragic scene before you, your mind was stuck on who the devices belonged to.

“It’s too late, we’re too late…” you muttered.

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bittersweet - vash the stampede/f!reader (trigun stampede): 7k, listen there's only been 2 eps and i don't know the lore so i am loudy and emphatically declaring creative license, in my mind this is set before the start of stampede but not by much, heavy on the wild wild west core here, light angst, smut, fingering, needy vanilla sex, domesticity, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, boot-throwing related violence. 18+ NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

The desert smells bitter.

You wouldn’t think that sand would smell like much at all, but the fragrance that hangs perpetually in the air is heavy, singed, and acrid with the smell of life and its misery. Waste and runoff make their unpleasantness acutely known on the hottest days, and the fumes from old machinery that’s barely functioning thanks to age and disrepair—that no one can afford to fix, so they have to hold out hope it keeps running—clogs up the already noxious atmosphere as it rattles on throughout the day. 

Mama used to tell you that outside of Jeneora Rock, the world smelled different. There’s somewhere else past the walls that mark the edge of the only town you’ve ever known, even past the wastelands. A place where almost no one ever goes, but that your Mama saw once. Or at least she said she did.

She told you it smelled clean. Sweet. Untouched by anything but the sun’s heat and the five moons’ glow. 

Mama’s gone, has been for a long time now, and even though she never had much to give to you in the first place, that story is the most precious thing she left behind for you. You think about it almost as often as you think about her. 

The end of another long day is marked by a familiar heaviness to your bones. Between the suffocating heat that makes you groggy and a hard days’ work, there’s a palpable weight that bears down on you as you climb the never-ending metal stairs to your front door, your feet dragging a bit more with every step.

The lock to your home is getting hard to turn. You’ve noticed it a few times now; a resistance as you slip your key into the keyhole, a pressure as you urge the mechanism to turn and let you in. There may be sand built up in there to clean out, or maybe it needs some oil.

But oil costs money, of which you don’t have much, so you really hope that it’s the former rather than the latter. 

You examine the keyhole once you manage to click the lock open, dropping to your knees outside your door to peek into it. It doesn’t do you much good because the sun’s already dropped dark, and even if the light of day still hung overhead you doubt it would be enough to make the issue any clearer. You drag your thumb idly along a little scratch beside the keyhole; the metal is still warm to the touch from the heat of the day that still hasn’t quite broken, the surface a little rougher where the score is chipped in.

You sigh, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your skirt, and turn the knob into your home. 

It’s dark when you get inside, but something feels wrong.

You shut the door behind you as you enter, pressing your back against it as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark. Your home, like every other one in town, isn’t really much to look at. You’re luckier than lots of people though, you’ve got a couple rooms all to yourself where some families have no choice but to cram many people into one. Papa left you this house, cause now he’s gone too just like Mama. Not much has changed since the day he left it to you, except now there’s less empty bottles underfoot and you get to call the little bedroom off the main room yours.

It takes a second for your eyes to get used to the dimness, so you blink hard to make it happen faster. You see the rickety little table against the wall near the door, and the chair on the other side of the room where you sometimes sit by the window to mend your skirts when they wear and tear—but only when you get home early enough to catch the last few moments of sun, cause Mama always used to warn you about sewing by lamplight. The shutters on the window are closed and locked now, but there’s no light outside them to let in anyway. 

Something shuffles in the dark.

Papa left you a gun, too. Even taught you how to shoot it. Mama hated that. She hated how good you were at it even more. She used to say that shooting was gonna be your husband’s job someday, and that even in a world this wicked Papa was teaching you things you didn’t need to know.

But now Mama’s gone. And Papa’s gone. And the world is still wicked. And you’ve got no husband, but you have a gun you know how to shoot.

You keep it and a little stash of 7 bullets underneath your bed where you can get to it quick, but it’s on the other side of the house, and even though that’s not very far away you don’t know what’s waiting for you between the door and your bed. You don’t know if it’s faster than you are, either, so running for it would be a fool’s errand. 

Inside your chest, your heart starts pumping a little harder, ‘till you can feel the wet thump, thump, thump right in the back of your mouth.

You know you need light. You need to be able to see. You can’t make any decisions until you know what’s between you and the gun underneath your bed.

Slowly your eyes flicker over to the lamp on your table, just within reach. 

You suck a little gasp into your lungs to steel your nerve. The air is less sour in here—more familiar, a little more comforting—but the acrid scent of the desert still lingers on the edge of each breath. Slowly you reach towards the lamp and flick it on.

“PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME!”

The frantic plea frightens you so terribly that it sends you tumbling to the hard floor, landing flat on your ass with your back thumping painfully into the wall beside your door. In front of you is a face that has no right being as familiar as it is; eyes wide in panic beneath a round pair of glasses, blonde hair tousled in disarray, two hands (one flesh and one crafted) lifted in innocence. 

Your heart is beating even faster now under the tight pull of your laced waistcoat. 

“Are you an idiot?” you hiss, instinctively tugging your boot off your foot and lobbing it forcefully at the unexpected intruder. “You scared the daylights outta me!”

The man sidesteps the projectile easily, and it clatters to the floor. The expression on his face morphs from one of panic to something a little more chagrined.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, drawing out the word. His tone sheepish, and his lips pull into an apologetic little smile.

You place a trembling hand on your chest, pressing down on the spot where you feel your heart pumping the hardest and willing it to slow. You stare at your scuffed floorboards and take a few breaths to ease the frenetic beat of your pulse, and feel yourself begin to wilt as the adrenaline in your veins starts to fade. 

“How’d you get in here, Vash the Stampede?” you ask, looking up again at the man in front of you from your place on the ground.

“I knocked first,” he says with a grimace, “but you weren’t home and I…”

“Broke in because you’ve got someone looking for you?” you finish his explanation for him, your tone flat and entirely unsurprised.

He sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly as his head hangs forward. 

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

He lifts his chin only enough to guiltily meet your gaze.

“It’s just for one night,” he murmurs the plea, his bottom lip weighted by a pout.

You shut your eyes tight, hands balling into fists over your skirt to hide the way they tremble.

“Fine.”

Vash falls to his knees in front of you, hands pressed to the floor as he gets right up in your face with a wide, cheerful grin. He’s almost nose to nose with you, the light of the lamp glinting in his glasses.

“Thanks so much! I promise I’ll be outta here before you know it!”

He doesn’t need to tell you that, because the pang in your empty stomach tells you that you already knew it to be true. 

Vash is travelling light again, just like the last time you saw him. He’s only got one bag that he begins to unpack onto the rickety table in your kitchen, leaving you to quietly go about your own business like you would if you hadn’t found him in your home that night. On the other side of the kitchen you unpack the meagre amount of food you’d managed to buy for yourself that day from little satchel you carried it home in. It’s barely enough food for one, and now you’ll have to stretch it between two. 

“Where’s your father?” Vash asks as he fiddles with his gun at the table behind you. “I thought it was him coming through the door, and I thought for sure he was gonna blow my—“

“He’s dead.”

The silence that follows is heavy. Uncomfortable, even. Vash’s hands still even as yours keep quietly peeling the sad, withered skin from the vegetable in your hand with the blade of a half-dulled knife. 

“I’m sorry,” his next words are quiet. “Your father was a nice man.”

“My father was a drunk who got himself shot in a bar fight with a merchant who came to town and was talking big. He just worshipped you because you saved the plant.”

That same uncomfortable silence creeps in again in the wake of your words, but after a few moments you hear Vash pick up his tools and start tinkering away at whatever he’s working on once more. 

“Is the plant still running?” Vash is the first to speak again, though a fair amount of time passes before he risks another attempt at conversation.

“More or less,” you remark, setting a little pot on the stove to boil with whatever ingredients you’d been able to scrounge together into a meal. You watch the flame of the element burst to life as you flick the switch, a little hiss as the fire licks at the edges of your only copper pot. “Some days it’s more reliable than others. But whatever you did seems to be holding up all right.”

“Good!” Vash says behind you. “That’s good.”

You turn to face him, your skirt swishing around your ankles. You lean against the little countertop behind you, with your arms crossed behind your back.

“I’ll pop by the plant before I leave town—” 

You watch as Vash’s fingers nimbly fiddle with his gun, broken down into its component parts to be cleaned and maintained. You’re sure it doesn’t need it. Are certain he’s fired less shots from that gun in the two years since you’ve seen him than you’ve heard in town this week alone. But it’s kind of nice to watch him work, to appreciate how certain and precise his every move is, and to see how concentrated he is while he goes about it. 

“—just to make sure everything’s still working.”

He looks up at you, like for the first time he feels your gaze as it traces the lines of his profile. He smiles again, that same wide, willful expression of cheer that he always endeavours to wear even though he might be the person least entitled to it.

You hum. “I’m sure everyone would appreciate that. You should stop by to see Rosa too, she’ll box my ear if she finds out you were in town and didn’t go to see her.”

The two of you eat across the table from one another in silence. Just the scrape of cutlery and the occasional loud swallow passing between the two of you. Vash seems hungry, but appears to be trying his best to be at least a little restrained as he eats with you. Even though you’d given him the larger of the two portions, he’s still finished his plate before you’ve finished yours, but he sits patiently across from you waiting for you to swallow your final bite.

“I’ll take these,” he jumps to his feet before you have the chance to even push your chair back from the table, snatching both of your dishes up into his hands. “I’ll clean up, since you’re letting me stay.”

You don’t deny him, and instead slump back into your seat, dragging your wrist along your forehead. Your skin feels grimy from the hot day and the filth outside. Normally you would have bathed before you cooked, but you hadn’t eaten a proper meal all day—and Vash looked like it may have been even longer than that. 

“I’m gonna wash,” you say, standing from your seat. You pause, your fingertips tracing against the rough, rutted surface of the tabletop. You know you don’t have enough water for two baths in your tank. You used to bathe with your mother when you were little, then once you were older and Mama was gone, you got the bathwater first and Papa would get in after you were done. It’s never been an issue until now. “Er—Vash?” 

At the sink where your uninvited house guest is scrubbing at the dishes in the washbasin that you’d filled ahead of time, Vash pauses, glancing at you over his shoulder. He’s taken off his familiar red coat, left hanging off the chair he’d been seated in at the table, and the black turtleneck he wears beneath it stretches taut over the musculature of his back as it faces you.

“The bath… there’s only enough water to fill it once. I don’t…Do you want…?” you aren’t sure what you’re even trying to ask him, but whatever is coming out of your mouth is even less clear than the thoughts running through your head.

“I’ll bathe second, don’t worry about me.” 

Vash’s smile is gentle and obliging, his eyes crinkling at the corners as they narrow into little crescents. You nod stiffly, feeling heat flush through you at the softness in his expression, and shuffle off towards the other side of your home while avoiding his gaze.

The walls of your home are paper thin, and you’re certain that Vash can hear the splash of water in the tub as clearly as you can hear the scratchy, garbled sound of his radio from the other room. Once your skin’s been scrubbed clean of the day, you sit in the water with your knees pulled to your chest and your chin tucked between them. You strain to try to make out what’s being broadcast, but it’s difficult to hear since the reception in town is always so piss poor, and whatever coherent bits of news you manage to catch are just as abysmal as always.

It’s strange, hearing someone else in the house. It’s something you didn’t realize had become foreign to you in the time you’ve learned to live alone. The idle puttering in the other room is a sound you didn’t realize you had missed. You lean back and dunk yourself into the water, where everything goes quiet. 

The bathwater never gets very hot to begin with—tepid at the best of times, which seems unfair given the climate—but you know it’s not fair to waste time in the tub when someone else is waiting for it. You pull yourself up out of the metal basin, careful not to disturb the stopper in the bottom of the tub, and dry as much water from your skin as you can. Once you’ve deemed yourself sufficiently towelled, you pull on your nightdress and a threadbare housecoat overtop.

Vash looks up from the chair in the corner by the window when you emerge from the bathroom, and he meets your eyes so unwaveringly it feels decidedly like he’s trying hard not to let his gaze wander elsewhere. You fidget under his stare, fiddling with the fraying ends of the towel around your neck that’s catching the droplets that fall from your hair. He must realize that he’s unnerving you, because he averts his eyes to a point on the wall over your shoulder after a moment. 

“My turn?” he asks, his tone chipper but polite.

“All yours,” you nod, stepping into your bedroom and leaving him to his business.

There’s an old trunk at the bottom of your bed where you keep some of the things your father left that you haven’t been able to sell or make use of. You find an old shirt of his near the very bottom, soft and worn-thin from years of washing. It’s something you could have easily sold or traded by now, but that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to part with yet—though you’re certain the day will inevitably come when sentimentality can no longer outweigh your basic needs.

You stand outside the bathroom door for a moment, your father’s shirt clutched tightly in your hands. You can hear the splash of bathwater you’re sure has gone cold from where you stand, only a few feet and a thin door between you.

You muster your nerve and tap your knuckles lightly against the door.

“I have a shirt if you need something to—“

The door opens, and you find yourself unexpectedly facing the bare chest of your one-night housemate, still damp and glistening from the bath, lined with silvery scars that the low light catches on.

You toss the shirt at him unceremoniously and turn quickly away, and Vash himself makes a little sound of surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be—“

“It’s fine,” you answer before he can even finish his apology, still refusing to meet his gaze. You gesture vaguely over your shoulder without turning. “Just take that.”

The bathroom door clicks closed again, and you clutch the belt of your housecoat over your diaphragm. 

You need a drink. 

You cross your home to the cabinet in your kitchen, reaching to the back of the shelf and pulling out a dusty old bottle that’s been there since your father died. It wouldn’t have lasted a day if he were still living, and you’ve made it years without ever so much as cracking it open. 

Today however, you feel it’s well-deserved. 

The dust caked on the bottle smears against your palm as you open it, and you wipe the grime furiously against the material of your housecoat as you pour a long glug of the amber liquor into a waiting glass. It’s vile, lukewarm from the constant heat of your home, and burns every inch of the way down—but as you set the empty glass back onto the counter, you still find yourself grateful for it. 

You pour another drink. 

“Take it easy,” you hear a voice say behind you, accompanied by a breathy little laugh.

You turn and see Vash hovering not far from you, his black turtleneck folded over one arm and your father’s shirt over his no-longer-bare chest. His hair is wet, a towel draped around his shoulders just like yours, and he’s taken off his usual eyewear. The mole underneath his eye seems more prominent now that he’s scrubbed clean.

Your empty glass dangles from the tips of your fingers, the acerbic taste of the liquor lingering on your tongue. You hold it out to him in offering, and he scrunches up his nose a little bit. 

“I really shouldn’t—“

“It’s rude to turn down a drink your host is offering you, y’know.”

Things like rudeness don’t mean anything to anyone these days, least of all yourself. Decency is a luxury few people can afford to value. 

Vash sighs, still smiling, and takes the glass from you. Your fingers brush as it passes from your hand to his, and then you take the bottle and pour another healthy serving into the waiting cup. He brings it to his lips, wincing against the fumes alone that waft up from the glass. 

“It’s better if you don’t sip it,” you offer him, though even then you know the guidance doesn’t help much.

He tips it back and drains it.

Two drinks were enough to have you feeling woozy, but you pour yourself a third for good measure. You spare Vash the pain of another, much to his relief, and let him off with just the one before tucking the half-drained bottle back into the cupboard you’d dug it out of. 

When you turn around again, Vash is crouched down, examining something on the ground. 

Your boot. The one you’d thrown at him earlier. 

He peers up at you from the floor, he lifts the shoe slightly. 

“It broke again.”

A memory floods back to you then, unbidden. 

Sitting side by side with Vash on the edge of the steps outside the same house you live in now, but when the way you lived was different. The plant had just been repaired, and there was a palpable feeling of effervescent joy sizzling through the town around you. An uncharacteristic camaraderie as the celebration of Vash’s handiwork spreading through the narrow, grimy streets. The two of you were away from it all, sitting quietly together in a strange sort of celebration of your own.

You were less a woman than you were a girl then, but still somehow neither. He’d patched the sole of your boot back on when it had ripped loose. And you’d laughed when he handed it back to you with an endearingly clumsy flourish, the sound as high and bright as the sun hung in the sky overhead. You still remember the way your laughter had made his smile grow.

The patch job had lasted a year. You’d sobbed the day it came loose again, just shortly after the death of your father. You’d been using twine tied tightly around the toe of the boot to hold it together ever since.

Vash blinks up at you from the ground as you stare down at him with what you’re sure is a vacant look in your eyes. 

“I brought you something,” he says, hopping up and skittering over to his rucksack with your boot still in his hand. He rifles around in the bag for a moment, his mechanical arm shoulder deep as he roots for what he’s looking for. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins when he locates it–a wide, brilliant smile splitting across his face as he pulls his arm out. 

He holds his find up in triumph. 

You look at it with narrowed eyes.

“What… is it?” you ask, after a moment of trying to identify the small, relatively unremarkable little container in his hand.

“Boot glue!” he says excitedly, waving it in front of your face. “I thought of you when I saw it! The merchant wanted an arm and a leg for it but I managed to—”

Tears have sprung up in your eyes against your will, and you quickly turn away from him to hide them from his sight. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Vash’s voice is softer now, less enthusiastic and more concerned. 

That softness is what upsets you more than anything. Tenderness is a foreign thing in the desolation of the wastelands.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, scrubbing your hand over your stinging eyes. 

For thinking of me.

For knowing that you’d come back.

You leave that part off, but you feel it just as much as what you say.

You drain that third glass that’s been sitting on the counter waiting for you, hoping the burn of the liquor as it sloshes down your throat to your stomach will give you something else to focus on. Or, if nothing else, that it might numb the sudden pang that’s settled in your core.

Vash sits at the table as he patches up your boot under the lamplight, much like he had the first time. You watch him from the chair in the corner, under the shuttered window with your knees drawn up into your seat with you. You’re more shameless now than you had been while he cleaned his gun, observing him keenly as he scrubs your boot with a rag and leftover water from the dish pan. He makes sure no more grime clings to it before he carefully smears a thick layer of the glue along the sole, pressing down firmly to make sure the adhesion takes. He holds the boot up in front of him when he’s done, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, eyeing it from every angle to survey his own work.

You watch him just as raptly. 

He turns in his seat once he’s satisfied, holding the boot up. 

“All done!” he says, hopping up to his feet and shuffling towards you. He crouches down in front of you and holds out his hand expectantly. Slowly, you stick your foot out, and he cradles it gently in his roughened palm.

Carefully he slips the boot onto your foot, tightening the laces once it’s fully in place. 

“How’s it feel?” he asks you, peeking up at you from his place on the floor. 

“Feels good,” you reply, with an equally breathy tone. 

The lamplight doesn’t reach this corner of the room quite as brightly as it does at the table, but you can still make out a blush that sits high and pretty at the top of Vash’s cheeks. You wonder if he’s starting to feel the flush thanks to the liquor, or if maybe it’s something else entirely. 

“G-good!” he stammers a little, fiddling with the laces at your ankle. “I’m glad!”

“That glue must have been expensive,” you say. “Thank you, Vash.”

He shoots you a smile as he loops his fingers through the laces. “It's the least I could do, especially with you putting me up for the night.”

For the night. 

Just for the night. 

The reminder makes you ache a little.

Vash helps you slip your boot off again, carrying it over to the door and setting it down beside its mate.

“I’ll leave this here for you, in case you need it again,” he says, screwing the top back onto the little pot of adhesive at the table. “There’s not much left, but there’s some.”

You nod from your seat in the corner, one leg up and one leg still down—your nightdress drawn up to your knee from when he’d helped you into your boot. 

Vash ruffles the hair at the nape of his neck, dry now after his bath. Yours remains a little damp, but you’re sure it won’t last long as the residual heat from the day still hangs in the air even though the sun has long set. 

“It’s late,” he finally says after a moment. “You should sleep.”

You hum in agreement, moving to stand from your chair. The room spins slightly around you, those three glasses you’d knocked back sneaking up on you while you’d been sitting down. Your foot hooks in the hem of your nightdress because of the way you’d been sitting, but before you can stumble theres a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. A warmth pressing into you as your face meets a heaving chest.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Vash murmurs, his grip on you tightening for the briefest moment. 

Your hands clutch at his shirt, and you don’t meet his eyes as you nod, letting him lead you towards your bedroom. 

Your hands fumble at the belt of your nightdress, pulling it off and tossing the garment across the end of your bed as Vash helps you onto the mattress. You tuck your feet under the thin sheet before leaning back against your pillows, and Vash is quick to turn and head towards the door after helping you pull it up to your waist.

“Wait,” you call to him before he can retreat. He pauses in the doorway, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Where are you going to sleep?”

You hadn’t thought much about this, and you ought to have considered it earlier. You only have the one bed, but you have two pillows you can share and a spare blanket in the trunk at the end of it that you could offer him if he wants to sleep on the floor. 

But you don’t want to tell him that.

“I’ll just take the chair,” he says with a blithe smile, jutting his thumb towards the armchair in the other room. 

It won’t be comfortable. You know that from experience, having fallen asleep there a few times yourself after a particularly gruelling day. The stuffing is lumpy and the springs are painful if you press against them the wrong way. You know he won’t complain about it. You even know that it’s probably still more comfortable than lots of other places he’s rested his head over the past two years. 

But you want to be selfish.

For once you don’t want to be alone. 

“Vash,” you say quietly, and you watch his entire body go rigid at the sudden bare vulnerability of your tone. “Please stay with me.”

You’d asked him the same thing once before, but different. The words once murmured desperately against his lips as you clung to his red jacket. Staring at him with eyes full of hope and a freshly patched boot on your foot. 

He’d looked at you the same way back then too. That smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. As gentle of a no that he could ever offer you.

“I know you have to leave,” you murmur, eyes downcast to your hands as they rest atop your lap. “I don’t expect anything like that from you. I know it’s just for tonight.”

“Please don’t cry.”

The bed dips beside you, and Vash tilts your face up towards him. He looks troubled when you meet his gaze, even in the dim light of your bedroom you can make out the conflict on his features. It’s strange to see him not smiling, wrong almost.

But your eyes are dry.

“Stay,” you repeat yourself, meeting his gaze resolutely. You swallow hard over the lump in your throat, bracing yourself for the impending sear of rejection. 

Vash cups your cheeks in his hands, and you can’t tell if it’s your cheeks or his touch that feels so warm.

“You deserve someone that can say yes to that and mean it properly,” he says ruefully, not dissimilarly to what he’d said the first time you’d asked the very same thing of him.

“I’m not asking anyone else,” you whisper, “I’m asking you."

You wonder if your mouth still tastes like liquor as Vash’s tongue dips inside of it, hovering over you as you lay sprawled across your bed. 

It didn’t start like this, of course. The first kiss had been gentle, hesitant even—like Vash wasn’t quite sure if he was going to see it through at all, poised to flee at any moment. But neither of you could deny how right it felt when his lips brushed yours, an immediate wash of relief and of unadulterated want inundating you all at once. You’d been the one to crane up and bridge the gap, but soon Vash was crawling into your bed overtop of you, easing you back to lay flat as he succumbed to the same need you felt thrumming through your veins.

Your hands are tangled in his hair now—a gesture that earned you a pitchy, needy little groan from him as your fingers twisted through the blonde strands. It only seemed to make him more eager as he parted his lips against your own in a deeper kiss.

There’s something a little clumsy about it all, an eagerness and inexperience to every touch and graze. But it’s not the same as it was at first, no longer hesitant or wary—his reservations have been peeled away as surely as the clothes the two of you are wearing, until you feel nothing but his skin against your own.

Vash’s hands are as greedy and rapacious as his mouth; touching, grabbing, grazing anything he can reach. His calloused fingers cup themselves around the swell of your chest, squeezing lightly, and when you reward him with a little moan it stokes the flames of his curiosity, and his touch moves to the pebbled bud of your nipple next. He rolls it tentatively between his fingers, pinching ever so slightly, and when you gasp against his mouth, arching further into his touch, he makes his own little pleased sound of surprise before lavishing your other breast with equal attention. 

His metal hand touches you more gingerly than the other, and he tends to favour the one made of flesh and bone. The contrast in sensations is a little disorienting—smooth, hard metal versus the life-roughened heat of skin on skin. It’s dizzying. You want more.

“Vash,” you murmur against his mouth. 

Your lips are stinging now from the constant kissing. He’s scarcely left your mouth uncovered by his own since they first connected, but at your hoarse whisper of his name he pulls back slightly, watching your face for any sign of reproach. 

“Touch me more, please,” you say to him, cupping his cheeks as he presses his forehead into yours, both of you sharing the same breath in the little space between you.

He makes a sound halfway between a grunt and a hum, nodding a little, and kisses you again as his hands slip further down your willing, waiting form.

If he’s surprised by the wet wet heat he finds between your legs, it doesn’t stop him. One finger and then two find their way inside you slowly; he moves in gentle thrusts and scissoring motions that have your jaw going slack. His palm presses against the swell of your clit, and each time your hips jump it grinds into the heel of his palm, earning a keen from the back of your throat.

“Feels good?” Vash trails kisses up the top of your cheek until his lips are by your ear. His breathing is laboured and the air of each breath is hot as it ghosts across your skin. Your tongue feels leaden, but you nod repeatedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping him close.

“Yeah,” you finally manage to breathe out, “’s good.”

It’s even better when you feel the stretch of him pressing himself inside.

The sound that’s pulled from the depth of Vash’s broad chest as he carves his way into you makes your toes curl—high and sweet and desperate.

“’S hot,” he slurs, his hips giving a shallow, desperate thrust.

He’s needy, pulling you closer as he moves you how he wants you. He loops your knees up over his elbows, his mouth frantically finding it’s way back to yours as the weight of his entire body bears down on you. 

The next thrust is harder, deeper. And the pace only increases after that.

The rickety headboard of your old bed knocks against the wall each time he brings his hips down against yours. It’s loud, but so is the sound of skin on skin, and you have the distant thought as the bed frame creaks that it sounds like it might splinter underneath you—but you don’t find it in yourself to care as the pressure in you core steadily builds, threatening to burst. It blinds and deafens you to anything but the pulse that pounds in your throat. It makes your fingers curl against the skin of Vash’s shoulder blades until your nails dig into skin.

He’s still kissing you, wet and messy and noisy as his tongue presses into your mouth. He never stops kissing you.

It's nice to be with someone. To be touched. To feel wanted and needed.

Especially by him.

Your eyes flutter open, and as though he can sense your gaze on him Vash’s do the same. His expression is heavy-lidded as he pants, a little drop of sweat sitting high on the edge of his blushing cheek. He smiles a little, a soft, gentle expression you’ve never seen before.

A tenderness in his gaze unlike any you’ve ever experienced.

The pressure in your core comes undone.

He takes your face in his hands as pleasure rips through you like a sandstorm, blistering and unescapable. He’s still kissing you. Keeping you so near. In the haze it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins, everything clouded into something thats both and somehow neither. Something new.

“Close,” Vash whines, grinding his hips down against your own.

Your muscles ache, the pleasure has worn you raw, and your lungs are pricking with the need for a full deep breath you haven’t been able to draw into them now for some time. But even so, you don’t want it to be over. Can’t bear the thought of being apart.

The headboard rattles a few more times, and then the pressure between your legs is gone as Vash pulls out and spatters his spend across your stomach with a long, low groan.

It’s hot. The mess on your skin, the sweat that clings to you, the paltry breaths of air you draw into your lungs. Even the sheets of your bed have absorbed the heat from both of your bodies, sticking to your skin as you collapse into them in boneless heaps, chests heaving and hearts racing side by side.

You tilt your face towards the boy crowded into your narrow bed beside you, and find him watching you expectantly.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.

You hum, leaning into his touch.

Vash’s gaze travels down your body, eyeing the mess he’s made of you with wide eyes. He pops up suddenly, clambering out of bed and tripping clumsily over the sheet that’s fallen half-way off the mattress as he skitters out the door. You’re not too worried that he’s going far, considering he’s still stark naked, but you watch the doorway curiously as you wait for him to return.

When he does, he has a cloth in hand—still damp from your bath earlier in the evening. As gently as he can, Vash cleans you up; the cloth cool is against your sticky skin, and feels nice. Once he’s satisfied with his handiwork, he presses a kiss to the valley between your ribs, lifting his face to smile up at you.

You shoot him a feeble smile back.

He slips into bed beside you once more, crawling up towards the pillows and pulling the rumpled sheet up to your chins as he goes. He settles in, and with one sweep of his arm he tucks you safely against his chest, with your ear resting over his heart. His hand pats gently along the back of your hair down your spine, keeping you close to him.

Vash smells good. Clean and comforting. It makes you think of the place your mother told you about once. You wonder if he smells like that place, or maybe even better. You wonder if he’s ever been there before.

You wonder if he’d tell you if you asked.

You open your eyes, though the effort pains you in your exhaustion, and you see him peering back at you. 

Vash’s lips pull into a smile, but it's one of the ones that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. An expression that you know is more for you than it is for himself.

You think the two of you have a lot in common, then. That maybe the two of you understand the same loneliness. The same feeling of being haunted.

Your ghosts live on in the trunk at the end of your bed and at the back of your cupboard, covered in dust, tucked away out of sight. 

Vash’s live on inside of him, and it’s where he seems determined to keep them. 

In that moment you know that even if you were to ask, he’d tell you nothing—and he’d do it for your own sake.

Tomorrow you’ll wake and the air will smell bitter and burnt, and he’ll be gone, but your boot will be mended, and the little pot of glue will remind you he was there.

But tonight you’ll dream about the place your Mama told you about, and tomorrow you’ll still have the smell that clings to your sheets. So for now, the world smells different. 

And that has to be enough.

[tomatoswup]

MASTERLIST

smut❤️‍🔥. | angst🌧️ | fluff🫧 | Request💙 | 🫀Hurt/Comfort

COD

Headcanons

-What kind of Tacos would 141 enjoy?

Oneshots

Drabbles

Requests

Trigun/Trigun Stampede

SERIES:

New Horizons Hospital summary: Enter if you dare, each decision is dire in this haunted hospital... -Game Notebook -Chapter 1

Headcanons

-Flowershop!AU Headcanons 🫧

-Trigun and Perfumes : A Headcanon 🫧

Oneshots

-phonecalls (VashxReader)🌧️

summary: two old rotary phones begin the connection between two souls. One from the past and another from the future.

hello? (vash plushie series! :D) 🫧 Part 2 Part 3

summary: walking through the deserts of No Mans Land, you encounter an odd creature in the sand

remember❤️‍🔥(VashxReader)

summary: you couldn't help but remember those memories of your sweet boyfriend and that sweater of his that smelled so good

kiss my wounds sweetheart⋆｡° 🫧(WolfwoodxReader)

summary: it's his fight night and you're worried. Were you alright seeing his blood splatter in front of your eyes?

Drabbles

-when(VashxReader)🌧️

summary: the when's and development of your feelings for a certain typhoon.

-the only(VashxReader) 🌧️🫧

summary: oh how beautiful had that man looked, the only one

a gift ♡ ❤️‍🔥(VashxReader)

summary: introducing vash to your family for the first time gets the both of you a bit too excited during christmas celebration.

Love, Vash 🌧️(VashxReader)

summary: one last letter to the love of his life

el chico del apartamento 512⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💌୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ (VashxReader)🫧

summary: that new boy-next-door Vash from 512 sure is cute! Maybe you should write him a letter~

sweet spot -`♡´- ❤️‍🔥(VashxReader)

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

"Can I get uh-"(Part 1) | Lunch Time!(Part 2)

summary: Hi! Welcome to McDonald's! How may I take your order?

Would you?🐠 (VashxReader)🫧

summary: you’re laying in bed with your boyfriend one day and he gets serious. What’s wrong?

Cheer up!📣(VashxReader)

summary: a cheerleading injury sure does hurt, and theres no one to cover you! Oh dear who else could help you in these daring times!

|Requests Completed|

Confess!(VashxReader)🫧 💙(Drabble)

summary: maybe you shouldn't confess in a saloon...

Runaway!(Headcanons)

summary: being a runaway teen sure has it troubles. But when a wacky group comes around, maybe it doesn't feel so bad.

Home(VashxReader) 🫀(Manga Spoilers)

summary: After the escape from The Ark, Vash needs to be held and maybe that blanket is big enough for the two of you.

X X

[maymyheartbmyguidingkey]

desperately resisting the absolutely feral urge to post my vashxreader porn here because i know, to most people, xreader fanfic is Mega Cringe but i've spent months in the sunmoon fandom on nsfw twitter and we live in y/n xreader brainrot land

[cobawrites]

A Gust of Wind (Vash x Reader), Chapter 8

Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Romance, TW: Mental Health Problems. Reader awakens to an unfamiliar world, left alone and struggling with mental health problems from before the crash. Vash emerges as a guiding light for Reader, and vice versa.

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A/N: Giggled and kicked my feet SO MUCH as I wrote this chapter! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

(God, this was so self-indulgent… My touch-starved is showing </3)

                                             A Gust of Wind

                                                Chapter 8 

Vash gave a whole new meaning to taking someone’s breath away. You struggled for air with muffled wheezing as he smothered your face into the crook of his neck, pressing his hand to the back of your head, crushing your chest against his, squeezing until he could no longer feel your warm, strangled puffs of breath against his skin. He repeated his words like a mantra. You came back… You came back…

Yes, you came back, but this was not the welcome you expected, nor deserved. His touch, like fire, burned hotter than Marlene’s. As he continued to melt your body into his, something hard and metal on his chest dug into your skin painfully, sure to leave a couple of dark bruises come tomorrow. This small atonement for your sins was all that kept your tears from streaming down your cheeks.

You were dizzy, sore, and blue in the face by the time Vash loosened his grip, giving you just enough room to expand your chest once again. His face was inches from yours as you took deep breaths, and his own ragged panting invaded your lungs. His eyes, beautifully dazed, fixed upon yours.

You would have given anything to gaze into those eyes of his again, the ones that saw through you in the way that, up until now, only your mother had. The ones that carried the same distinct taint of some deeply rooted sadness, of something that could leave anyone feeling othered, and utterly alone. And here they were, those familiar eyes, like home, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look.

“I’m sorry…” you said in a small voice, your face turned away from his. It was all you could manage. You hadn’t had time to think about what you would say once you found him. Your thoughts up to now were thoroughly preoccupied with deceiving the townsfolk and planning his escape. And besides, you’d be a liar if you denied the fact that you were simply terrified of how this conversation might go. You didn’t want to think about all the awful things you were so sure he’d say to you, and rightfully so. Despite his overwhelming, bone-crushing affection upon seeing you again, you still waited with bated breath for his response.

“Sorry?” Vash’s grip loosened a little more, his hands sliding to your shoulders. “Sorry about what?”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. A shaky sob escaped your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds you could no longer hold back. A hasty barricade upon a breaking dam.

Suddenly, it was Vash who was comforting you. After everything that happened, beaten, bleeding, and bruised, he was the one comforting you.

And here you were, trying your damned hardest to keep your cries from alerting the gunmen passing by outside. All for what? Because you hurt your own feelings? Because you’d done a horrible thing you should never have done? Because you were the one responsible for every one of the mars on his beautiful face? You deserved every ounce of guilt weighing down upon you. And you certainly didn’t deserve the way his kind hands cradled your body once again.

Your chest heaved painfully as you desperately choked down your cries. You couldn’t help but run your trembling fingertips obsessively along every bloodstained bandage, as if you could somehow brush the lacerations softly away.

His right hand traveled up to your face, cupping your cheek carefully, like newspaper wrapping brittle glass. Vash pressed his forehead to yours, and coaxed your chin gently so that you’d look back at him the way he wanted you to. Finally locked in the gaze you both craved, each of you wondered if the other saw in themselves what you saw in each other.

Without a doubt, this man could read right through you. His soft, yet piercing eyes left not much to the imagination. You were an open book for him to flip through and enjoy. Something about this should have felt so violating, yet there was some relief in the way he turned each one of your pages with such delicate hands, careful not to make a single tear, leaving only the slightest fingerprints of his forefinger and his thumb. It was enough to make you wish he’d turn the pages a little faster.

But who was to say that the words on the pages read the same for him as they did for you? The way he looked at you was angelic and full of love, as if he weren’t staring straight into the eyes of a sinner. What did those pages read? What could they possibly be saying?

And Vash. He paraded with the guise of a paperback, but underneath the decorative sleeve was a hardcover. You longed to touch it, if only to feel the tiny grooves of the leather, before trading away whatever secret scraps of paper you had left for the chance to read the entirety of his first page. There had to be more to this man than what you could see, even now. You wanted to see, and you knew that he wanted you to, as well.

Still, there were parts of him that maybe even he couldn’t read. Chapters he probably skipped every time he opened his book. Chapters he simply refused to recognize. But you did. You at least knew they were there. Perhaps Vash didn’t quite understand the value of the ink on his pretty pages. He would rather feed them to the fire to keep his neighbors warm on a cold desert night than to ever acknowledge that he may be worthy of something softer.

Your fingers ghosted over a particularly bloody bandage, messily tied right over his clothes. Carefully, you unwrapped it. The gash was long, and rather deep, cutting across the side of his torso. It would leave a scar, for sure.

“Take off your shirt,” you whispered, your hands already sliding underneath the hem.

Vash hesitated as you gently started lifting the shirt for him. “I’d… really rather not,” he responded.

Your fingers pressed against his belly as he placed his hand over yours, preventing you from going any further. His skin was surprisingly rough, and… Was that a piece of metal?

You started to back off, but one more look at the wound you had just unbandaged strengthened your resolve. “Let me help you,” you insisted, tensely gripping the edge of the fabric.

Vash swallowed hard, agonizingly contemplating what to say. It made no sense to refuse your help in his current state, but still. His mind raced through all your possible reactions if he were to go through with this. He wasn’t sure if he could bear much more at the moment.

“Please…” you begged, intertwining your fingers with his and gently guiding his hand aside.

He could no longer refuse you. The way you were looking at him made him wish he could repeat this scenario anywhere else, in a safer place, just the two of you. Taking a deep breath, he slowly removed his shirt.

You couldn’t help but gasp a little. Immediately, there was a look of regret on his face, and he almost began to reach for his shirt once again. However, your hands now rested softly along his ribs, catching him by surprise.

You brushed your fingertips, featherlight, over his torso, almost as if in a trance. His skin was covered all over with large scars, burn marks, and even metal bits that appeared to function as prosthetic pieces. What happened to this poor man?

Images from earlier that day crept up in your mind. Was this the price he paid for the sake of people like you? You bit your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, all in a desperate attempt to keep your composure. This was a vulnerable moment for him, and you would do your best to make him understand just how special he was.

“Oh, Vash…” you breathed, resting your forehead on his shoulder while your hands lightly stroked each and every scar. The way you caressed his sensitive skin, the way you slowly dragged your hands along the marred tissue over his heart… It sent a shiver down his spine. A shiver that coursed right through your own fingertips.

At this, you reeled yourself in, shaking your head a little and turning around to hide a furious blush. His reaction would stay engraved in your memory for quite some time.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you reached over for the medical supplies in your bag. You could feel Vash’s heavy gaze on your back as you did so. He watched your every move as you retrieved disinfectant and fresh bandages, and relished in how you cleaned his wound so gently. He could barely hold himself back from putting his hands on you again, trying not to get in the way of your work.

“I know it’s hard, but try not to move so much on this side,” you said, double checking to make sure the bandage was snug. “Otherwise, it’ll just keep bleeding through.”

“Mhmmm…” he hummed, although judging by the glazed look in his eyes, it didn’t really seem like he was listening. His hands snaked up your arms as he pulled you close.

Suddenly, you were pulled flush against his chest once again, and his forehead pressed softly to yours. Vash had a big, goofy smile on his face. “I can’t believe you came back.”

You wanted to smile. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken at the way he said those words. They didn’t quite match the look on his face. Instead, you settled for a nod and a light squeeze to his hand.

“Does this mean… you’ll stay?” He asked tentatively, suddenly not looking you in the eyes.

Your heart sank. You didn’t know what to say. Lying crossed your mind, but he probably already knew your real answer from the way you hesitated to respond.

You couldn’t do it again. As much as you cared for him, you could in no way guarantee that you could do it again. You couldn’t vow to stay the way you’d done for your mother. It was a broken promise waiting to happen.

Vash’s fingertips dug into your skin, not quite hard enough to cause pain, but hard enough that it made you look, just to be sure that it was, in fact, his hands gripping you this tightly. You turned your gaze back to him. He still refused to look you in the eyes, but you could see that his expression was pained and pleading.

“Please… Stay…” he whispered softly, his breath on your lips. “If not for me, then…”

His chest heaved slightly before he continued, taking you by surprise. “God… I was so scared. I thought you’d never come back. I thought I had failed you. I thought you would… I thought…”

At this, it was your turn to give him a hard squeeze. “You are not responsible for me, Vash,” you stated firmly, moving your head to look directly into his eyes. You couldn’t keep the frustration out of your voice. “For the love of God, don’t you ever think about yourself?”

“I am thinking about myself!” He retorted, his words dripping in a tone you weren’t used to hearing from him. It nearly made you flinch, but you stood your ground.

“Does letting others drag you into situations where you’ll get the crap beaten out of you count as thinking about yourself, then?” You hissed angrily, trying to keep your voice down. “You were worried about me, but I was freaking out about you, too! You could have died.”

“You could have died, too! In fact, you did almost die the last time, so don’t give me that!” Vash furrowed his brows. His grip on your arms was starting to sting.

“That is my business. Mine, not yours!” You said, attempting to tear yourself away from him, but he only held on even tighter. “Besides, it’s my fault that you even got into this mess to begin with!”

His grip let up and his expression softened. A few moments of silence passed by as he looked at you curiously. “Is that what you think?”

More silence. Once again, you didn’t know how to respond. You knew this was a question you’d keep coming back to, as long as Vash was the one asking. But the answer was obvious, wasn’t it? There was no other way to put it. Your demons would drag you down, and your anchors down with you.

“Listen, I am being selfish, okay?” He breathed softly into your ear, resting his temple on yours. His hands traveled up your back, wrapping you in a gentle hug, attempting to calm you down. He could feel your pulse rising. “Please, let me be selfish.”

“Let you… be selfish?”

“Yes. You said you were sorry, right?” He asked, rubbing your shoulder blades as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck. You nodded slowly. “Well, then don’t ever do that again. Don’t run from me ever again. Don’t leave me, (Y/N).”

His shaky breath felt warm against your skin. The realization was setting in for him. Swallowing your nerves, you gently wove your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp in apology for the words you couldn’t speak. You hoped he wouldn’t ask any more questions.

Vash sighed heavily. With sudden force, he squeezed you in his arms. It was too tight, too strong to escape. Once again, you could hardly breathe. 

“Well, that’s okay. I won’t let that happen. Ever again.”

[na-t0]

vash's favorite part about sex would definitely have to be giving you pleasure. watching your brows scrunch up, your mouth drop open with your tongue lolling out, beads of sweat dripping down your features, he just can't get enough.

he'd dip his fingers inside of you all sorts of ways, figuring out which one garners the best reaction and sounds from you and he'd use it to his advantage. abusing that gummy part that makes your eyes roll back, mewls forcing your lips to part, crystal tears falling from your eyes, he wants to see it all.

he just has to get a taste too, gratefully slurping up everything you have to give him, leaving loving kisses on your thighs, stomach, and everything else within his reach while he's down there, giving you as much love as he can for the love of his life.

[xxladyballadxx]

\\Nerves of Steel \\

Vash x (pregnant) reader

Summary: You told your husband you’re pregnant. You felt nervous by telling him the news, thinking he would leave you.

Excited but nervous at the same time. You always wanted a child. You didn’t want to tell Vash just yet so you decided to keep it as a surprise. Along with that, you began to have a lot of doubts. Thinking about whether Vash wants to be the father of the child or not. You never had a chance to discuss it with him before the miracle happened. You were afraid that he might turn down the idea. Having a terrible thought that he would abandon you, leaving you with the baby alone. You got rid of those nightmarish assumptions when Vash returned home from his long important trip.  

“Hello, my baby doll. How have you been?” Vash put down his bag and locked the door behind him, you ran to embrace him “I’ve missed you, Vash!” you beamed out of joy. He pecks your lips and caresses your cheek “I’ve missed you too, (Y/n).” 

“How was your trip?” You asked, wondering how it all went with his buddy Nicholas. “Ah it went alright! We ran into a bit of trouble with the bandits though but other than that, it was alright!” 

The two of you continued the conversation at the dinner table. While Vash, your lovely-goofy husband was talking about his crazy-ass adventures with you, you were thinking about how you’re going to tell him about your pregnancy. Trying to think of a positive way to spill it. 

“Darling?”

You snapped out of those doubtful thoughts when he called out to you, he noticed you were looking a bit down, “Are you okay, (Y/n)?  you haven’t been talking a lot since I got back today.” showing signs of concern, Vash wondered what’s troubling your mind. 

“I’m sorry, my dear. I’m very happy to see you return safe and sound. I really am. There’s something I want to tell you, my love. Promise you won’t get mad?” you gave a worrying look towards him. Vash sighed and smiled at your doubtfulness, putting your hand into his in the middle of the table, “My sweet angel, my lovely wife, I would never get mad at you. You know you can talk to me about anything.” 

“I’m pregnant..” you finally told him without hesitation. He lets go of your hand and backed away from the dinner table, standing up in shock. You thought doubtfully, ‘he’s going to leave me, I just know it!’

Vash turned straight to bliss from being in shock, giving you that beaming happy-bubbly puppy eyes with a jolly smile, “I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER?!” he squealed, blasting out in happiness. “Yes, Vash. Yes you are!” you cried happily, getting up from the chair and rushing off to him as he picked you and spun you around in the air lovingly. 

“I love you so much, (Y/n). I really can't meet this child of ours. I don’t know if I’m going to be a great father or not. I mean, will this child even love me?” Vash started to feel anxious about being a father. You washed away his worries and doubts by comforting him, “Don’t say things like that, my dear. You will make a great father. I just know it.” 

Vash hugged you passionately, “I love you to the moon and back. You’re my one and only, (Y/n). 

“Awww, Vash. I love you too, my sweetie.”

“So, is it a girl or boy?”

“Oh goodness, Vash. Be patient. We will find out soon enough.”

For you, @kianaflame23​ sweetcheeks <3 hope this made your day x