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Nimble-fingered.

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY)

Summary: Vash is good with his hands. Like, really good with his hands.

Pairing: Vash the Stampede x f!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Content: smut, finger riding, dirty talk, pwp, teasing Vash

A/N: I like his hands what can I say. Barely proofread this so if there's mistakes my bad.

NSFW BELOW, 18+ ONLY, MDNI!

Vash has pretty hands.

His flesh hand is warm, his fingers long and talented, his palms calloused and large. His prosthetic is beautiful, cold and strong. When he touches you, the contrast between the two is exhilarating.

And Vash is very good with his hands.

You've seen firsthand the things he can do with them; How they handle everything they touch with a deliberate and deadly precision, be it his gun, the reigns of a thomas, you.

There's something so teasing about the way his glove covers his middle and ring fingers. Your mind wanders to the ways he uses those fingers, how they agile they are when he holds his gun, how downright dangerous they are when he has them curled so perfectly inside you that he has you seeing stars.

You've been staring at them all night, and Vash, being as observant and aware of you as he is, has taken notice.

"Mayfly, are you even listening to me?" He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, a soft pout on his face, and your gaze shoots away from his hands to look at him.

"S-Sorry! I'm a bit spacey today, I guess." You chuckle nervously, your gaze leaving him as you look around the tavern, trying to find something else to take your mind off all the dirty thoughts filling your head.

But the flush on your cheeks betrays you, your thighs absentmindedly clenching together, and Vash sees it instantly. You feel the fingers of his prosthetic cup your cheek, turning your head to face him again. The glare reflecting off his orange lens hides those pretty baby blues, but you already know he's staring right at you like a meal.

"Oh yeah? Is that what it is?" He says, a teasing grin splitting his handsome face. His cold fingers caress your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. "So distracted you won't even listen to me?"

Your breath hitches, his fingers trailing to the tip of your chin and holding your face up towards his.

"How about I help you focus, hm? Keep your eyes on me."

Oh, you're in trouble.

_____________

Vash leans comfortably back against the small couch, the old, dusty material sagging around him from your combined weight. His legs are parted wide beneath you, giving you ample space to steady yourself as you straddle his thighs. You're flushed, breathless, cunt stuffed with two gloved and dexterous fingers as his prosthetic cradles your body, tracing your lines and your curves as you bounce yourself on his hand. Your hands grip the collar of his open jacket as you pump yourself full of his fingers, your thighs trembling from the pleasure and exertion.

You're splayed completely bare on him, your clothes scattered all over the floor, while he hasn't taken off so much as his glasses. His baby blues stare at you reverently, admiring the delicious view in front of him through tinted lenses. His only goal right now is to please you until you're completely spent and for you to give him the privilege of watching you come undone on his fingers.

Except, he's not moving his hand.

"Keep going, baby. Don't stop now." Vash purrs, watching as you eagerly fill yourself with his fingers over and over.

"V-Vash..." You mewl his name, your voice a little pathetic, breathy whimper. "P-Please, move your hand."

He looks up at you, tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk plastered on his face.

"Hm? But why? You're doing such a good job all on your own, mayfly." He coos.

Oh, he's being so teasing tonight.

You continue to bounce yourself on his lap, moving up and down on his long fingers. It feels so, so good. You're a blubbering, moaning mess in front of him, and he hasn't even given you his cock yet.

"That's it, just like that. Use my hand to feel good. You know I love watching you feel good." He purrs against your ear, planting soft kisses along the side of your face before leaning slightly back, making sure to get a good view of your cunt engulfing his fingers. His glove is completely soaked through, your slick dripping down the fabric and soaking his lap, where your juices mix with his own precum against the front of his pants.

You do know how much he loves watching you, taking in your pleasure like it's his own. That paired with how needy you are for him tonight has Vash's heart beating out of his chest with pure lust and a desire for you to feel good, to use him to make yourself come over and over.

"Mmph! Gripping my fingers so tight, sweetheart. Makes me wanna fill you up with something bigger." He groans, watching your pussy drool, your slick pooling on the tented fabric covering his hardened cock.

"Yes. Want you to. Please, want you to fill me up, Vash." Your hands leave his coat, fingers trailing down along his muscled frame, feeling him through his shirt before you start to hastily try to unbuckle his belt. But Vash is much faster than you, the nimble fingers of his prosthetic gently gripping both your wrists and pulling them away from his lap.

"Ah, ah. Not yet, mayfly. You'll have to be a bit more patient, okay?" He whispers with a breathy chuckle, bringing the wrists he has so delicately wrapped in his grasp to his lips, planting soft, almost apologetic kisses to them. You can feel him press his warm lips to your palms, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Vash! Please. I can't- I need-" He stifles your words with a deep kiss to your lips, and you can feel him smiling against you.

"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. You know I'll give you what you want. I always do. Just want you to enjoy you like this for a little longer, alright?" He whispers sweetly, words so soft you almost wouldn't believe he was splitting you with his thick fingers right now.

Your breaths are heavy and shaky, becoming more labored as your move yourself faster and faster against him, eyes fluttering with pleasure. He lets go of your wrists, and you're quick to grasp his shoulders to steady yourself again. You're so embarrassed right now from how needy you are, how desperate you are for him to fill you to the brim with his thick cock, but when he's looking at you like you're the most delicious thing he's ever seen, eyes worshipping every inch of your naked form, you can only keep going. You can feel your pussy clench around his digits, the tight knot inside you getting ready to burst. Vash, being all too familiar with the look you adopt on your face when you get dangerously close, notices immediately.

"You gonna come all over my hand again, baby?"

With a whine, you turn your head away in embarrassment, your face a deep crimson at how quickly and easily you come undone with him. But just as quickly as you look away, he softly grabs your face and turns it back towards him, cold metal fingers on your cheeks.

"Eyes on me, mayfly. I wanna see you. You're so beautiful when you make yourself feel good." He whispers hoarsly before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. Despite his lewd words, there's not a hint of teasing in his voice.

His metal thumb traces your lips, and without a second thought, your lips part, taking the digit into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. The sight makes Vash moan hoarsely, instinctively bucking his hips up against you and letting you feel just how much he's aching under his tented pants.

"F-Fuck, you're being naughty tonight, mayfly." He groans, gently pressing his thumb further into your mouth and down on your tongue, being careful not to push too far.

"Is this what you wanted? You couldn't keep your pretty eyes off my hands all day today, could you? Is this what you wanted me to do you?"

Now he's teasing, and it's making you flush an even deeper red, your moans and whines muffled by the finger in your mouth. Your voice quivers with want, your body trembling as you bounce yourself on his fingers, cunt sucking in his fingers, and it only makes Vash smile fondly at you while he plays with your tongue.

"Who would've thought my angel could be so dirty? You were so busy thinking about me stuffing this pretty pussy all day that you didn't even listen to a word I said, is that right? Is this what you were thinking about, mayfly?"

God, he's being so teasing, but you'd be lying if you pretended that that's not exactly what you were thinking about all day when you looked at him. Glassy eyed, you nod and whimper around his thumb, tongue lewdly lavishing the metal. "Mhmm..." You whine, eyes upturned into a wanting, desperate stare as you look back at him. The look on your face fills him with a sense of pride, a deep satisfaction at how well he handles your body.

"Then let me give you everything you want, angel." He coos as his finger leaves your mouth with a soft pop of your lips, fingers trailing along your jawline before moving lower, his wet thumb tracing your pulse point as he slowly moves down to your chest. You feel the cool metal knead one of your breasts, dwarfing it in his large palm. His thumb roughly rolls over your perked nipple before he gently pinches it, making you moan wantonly and dig your nails into the fabric covering his broad shoulders.

Fuck, he's playing your body like an instrument.

"Oh, you're so good. Being such a good girl. Gonna make you come on my fingers, mayfly. You can give me one more, can't you?"

"One more."

He said that last time.

And the time before that.

You're a panting, mewling mess. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs, coating his warm and calloused hand. You feel like you're in a lovedrunk haze, and all you can focus on is the man beneath you and the pleasure he's teasing you with.

"Vash, please..." Your voice is whiny and broken, words barely understandable through your heavy gasps for breath, and Vash has never seen a more breathtaking sight.

With an adoring and almost innocent smile, he suddenly curls his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot he knows makes you howl with rapture, and a deep growl rumbles in his chest when you cry out and tighten your grip on his shoulders.

"So good. So amazing. Fuck, you're so beautiful. Can't get enough of you." He pulls you closer and groans against the shell of your ear, trailing his tongue along the space behind it before moving down to nibble at your neck.

He starts to finally, finally move his fingers, pumping them against your sweet spot in tandem with the rhythm of your hips. You moan out loudly as he takes you apart with talented fingers, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Mayfly..." His voice is soft and loving against your ear, yet it holds all your attention. When your eyes flutter to his, you see his eyes dart down to sopping cunt, and then back up to you, a gentle command for what he wants you to do, and you know him well enough to know what it is.

With a soft, embarrassed whine, one of your hands lets go of his shoulder. You bring your shaky fingers down your body to the apex of your sex, drawing circles over your neglected clit. Your eyes flutter closed, face flushing from the obscenity of the act, but you can't stop the high-pitched moans that leave your lips as curls his fingers even harder in response.

"That's it. Good girl. God, such a good girl, angel." He groans, staring down at your drooling sex as you play with yourself. He's being so indulgent tonight, yet he won't even let you touch him. He's just sat back and drowning in your pleasure, and he's loving every second of it.

"Keep making pretty sounds like that and I'm gonna come without so much as a touch, mayfly." He teases, his eyes drinking in the sight of you rubbing your sensitive little bud, moaning when he feels your hips start to stutter.

He moves his hand faster now, taking control of your pace. He pumps his fingers into you all the way down to his soaking knuckles with enough power to jolt you with every motion.

"C-Close, Vash. Gonna come, gonna come!"

At the feeling of your body quivering in his lap, Vash pinches your nipple again, thumb flicking over the perked bud. Like he can't help himself, he grinds his hips upwards against you in rhythm with his hand, pressing his aching cock against the plush of your thigh.

"Yes, yes, yes! Come, mayfly. Come on my fingers again for me."

Your eyes clench closed tightly, your breathing ragged and quivering. He has you in his complete control, quite literally in the palm of his hand as he meticulously and lovingly abuses every single one of your weak spots. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he's getting exactly what he wants.

"Vash!" You cry out his name in the throes of your climax, your back arching and pressing your bare breasts against his clothed chest, your cunt pulsing around his fingers, and Vash moans out obscenely along with you. His hips rut harshly up against you, hard enough that you can feel his pulsing length under the fabric before he stutters and stills, his own whimpers and gasps filling the air with yours.

Did... Did he just come?

Without you even touching him?

Your eyes open and fall to his lap, where you see the growing pool of fluids coat him. You can feel the warmth seeping against your thighs as his cum paints the inside of his pants and soaks the fabric.

"What'd I say, mayfly?" He whispers hoarsly, his voice trembling from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, those beautiful baby blues glassed over and his mouth tilted into a lazy grin in his lovedrunk euphoria. "Without so much as a touch."

Vash's movements soften, his fingers slowly pumping inside your pulsing heat just enough to help you ride out your own orgasm. He's groaning and panting, his own face flushed as he drinks in the lovely look of ecstacy contorting your face.

When your body relaxes, your cunt easing the tight grip on his fingers, he carefully and slowly pulls them out of you, groaning when he sees the strings of your slick that connect his fingers to your pulsing sex. He brings his soaked hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the clothed digits and sucks, drinking the fluids of your arousal from the fabric with a groan so deep it makes you shiver, not so much as blinking as his ravenous gaze eats you up. He growls at the taste of you, tongue eagerly swirling at the ring of cream formed at his knuckles.

"Mmmh... Taste so good, mayfly." He mumbles against his own fingers as he gorges himself on your slick. "So fucking good."

You're sat on his lap in silence, panting, chest heaving with every breath, completely enraptured by the vision in front of you. It's so lewd, yet so earnestly worshipping of your body.

When his gloved hand leaves his lips, his hungry stare rakes over your trembling form, and you feel his prosthetic wrap around the back of your head, pulling you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself against his mouth, as well as the taste of fabric from his glove.

As he keeps you there, his tongue teasing your bottom lip before exploring the warm channel of your mouth, you can feel the fingers of his gloved hand move back to their place between your thighs to trace your folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips. It makes you whimper into his mouth, causing him to groan deeply in response before parting from your lips.

"I think you've got one more in you, mayfly. You'll give me one more, won't you?"

"One more."

Oh, you're in trouble.

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Mouthful

A Small Collection of Vash x gn!Reader NSFW Drabbles

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. Minors DNI)

Pairing: Vash x gn!reader Summary: In which I humbly provide small drabbles about each iteration of Vash getting his dick sucked. Word Count: ~2.7K Cw: smut, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, cockwarming, consensual somnophilia, competitive 69, copious amounts of cum, cock and ball worship, hair pulling, spit kink, fluff, angst & longing (you know whose section it's in) A/n: I lost my mind writing Trimax Vash's drabble.

Tristamp Vash

Strong thighs encompass you as Vash situates himself, knees finding a home upon the plush mattress on either side of your head. You giggle as his hard cock sways with each of his movements,  the leaky head landing against your cheek with an adorable little plap. 

Unable to hide your smile, you turn your head to the side and give that twitching pink head of his a kiss.

“You’re so cute, Vash.”

Vash’s cheeks are set ablaze—that burning, pinkish red you’ve come to adore delicately painting his face as he takes in the coquettish brush of your lips against his cock. Vash’s expression is sheepish, one that betrays confounding embarrassment but also titillating anticipation. He wants you so desperately, but he can’t help but cling to doubt. Should he really be doing something like this? Pinning you down with his body and…using you like this?

Those doubts festering in Vash’s mind are made clear on his face. Cooing some reassuring words, your hands snake around Vash’s straining thighs, tracing his scars as you marvel at the strength and softness of them. 

“But…are you sure about this, mayfly?” Vash swallows. “I don’t want to crush you.”

“You won’t, sweetheart,” You breath, jaw slackening as you open your mouth, devious tongue teasing him further with a kittenish lick. “Come here baby.”

Vash’s entire body shudders as he reaches for his cock, giving it a stroke from tip to base before he shyly guides it to your awaiting lips. Locking your gaze with his, you take him in eagerly, tongue swirling around his sensitive head before taking him deeper into your mouth. Vash’s eyes flutter closed and the sweetest moan dances off of his lips. Your lover’s body shifts, and the sight of his face is lost to you as he comes to rest on all fours—thighs trembling as his cock sinks further down your throat. 

You eagerly take him in deeper, a little overzealous in your enthusiasm as your throat constricts with a little gag when his cockhead passes the base of your tongue. Vash immediately pauses, his body tensing as he sucks in a trembling breath.

“M-mayfly. Don’t force yourself, we can sto–”

Stop? God no. You’re so hungry for him.

Snaking your arms around Vash’s hips, your hands land on his ass, fingers digging into the firm meat you find there before pulling him further down onto you, encouraging him forward with a debaucherous moan. 

A strangled gasp escapes Vash’s throat and for a split second he resists you. But as your lips glide sensually over his throbbing cock–tongue eagerly lapping at every inch he has to give you–and your soft, pleading mewl vibrates all along his length…Vash loses it.

Vash sinks down, twitching cock bottoming out in your wet throat as he traps your head between the mattress and his hips. Your lover cries out with abandon, a whisper of your name spoken in reverence ghosting through the room before he starts to hump your mouth like a whiny, desperate dog. 

Oh fuuuck.

Your toes curl as that familiar fire erupts in your belly, the space between your legs drenching as Vash’s hips sensually roll above your face. You love it when Vash gets like this. When he gives in and takes his pleasure from you unabashedly. Using your mouth like a pocket pussy to make himself feel good, even at the expense of your comfort.

‘Fuck. That’s it, Vash. Good boy. Use me to feel good.’

98 Vash

In your humble opinion, the scent of Vash’s skin, the heat of his body, and the taste of his cock are the best things to wake up to in the morning. 

On this particular cool desert dawn, you had awoken at first sunlight and found Vash sleeping soundly beside you on the bed. His arms were splayed haphazardly across the space, all over you and on top of you. Vash never was very good at keeping his hands to himself…but then again neither were you.

A mischievous little grin spreads across your lips as a little lewd idea comes to your mind. Moving as slowly and quietly as you can, you slip under the covers and situate yourself between Vash’s legs.

As you slowly pull down his pajama bottoms, a memory of your tipsy lover from the night prior flashes in your mind. Vash’s body had been draped over yours, lithe hands groping and massaging every little piece of you he could find in his drunken stupor.

“Mayfly,” He had cooed oh so sweetly, “Ever think about waking me up with a good dick sucking?”

The question came so out of left field and was so unhinged that your first and only reaction was to succumb to a fit of bubbly laughter. You remember feeling Vash grin stupidly against your neck before he lovingly nuzzled into you further.

“Vash,” You playfully chastised him. “You’re drunk. Let’s go to bed.”

And to bed the two of you went, except instead of having sex, your boyfriend passed out cold the second his naked back landed on the mattress. With a sigh and a tender smile, you stripped the rest of him and clothed Vash in his pajamas so he wouldn’t get cold through the night. 

Your smile widens when you recall those last moments of the night, responding to his sleepy murmurs with “Mmhmms” and “Ahahs” as you gently tucked him in and then joined him under the covers afterwards.

“You’re too cute,” You softly whisper, nuzzling against the soft happy trail that decorates Vash’s scarred navel. Moving south, you press gentle kisses along the skin you encounter before finally reaching Vash’s flaccid cock.

“Ever think about waking me up with a good dick sucking?”

To be honest, no. But you and Vash are always open to new experiences in the bedroom. 

Gathering your saliva, you open your mouth and gently slip Vash’s limp cock between your lips, taking him all the way down to his balls. 

A soft and wistful sigh escapes the humanoid typhoon and you can feel him shift beneath you. But then, he is utterly still. 

Releasing a satisfied little sigh, you begin to very slowly and gently suck Vash’s cock. Reveling in his taste and the soft little noises he makes as your fingers travel up to adoringly stroke along his thighs, his hips. You pay special attention to all the places where he was maimed, loving and worshiping him with every stroke of your fingertips.

It’s not long before the blood rushes to Vash’s cock, growing and filling up your mouth and throat more and more with each passing second. Your saliva runs down his shaft as you pamper him, circling your tongue, sucking on his head, hitting every weak spot that you have memorized to perfection.

And Vash groans, hips sleepily arching up into the divine warmth of your lips, the tenderness of your kiss.

“Mayfly,” Vash whispers, dazed and dreamily captivated. “Mmm feels–feels so good.”

Not a moment after Vash spoke those words, you hear his breath hitch and feel his hips tense. His cock twitches adorably in your mouth and with the cutest little whimper, Vash comes, sighing as he pumps his thick load down your throat.

You try your best to swallow it all, but the quantity proves to be too much for you. Gasping a little breath, you release Vash’s cock with a little pop, watching as the rest of his cum leaks prettily down his pulsing shaft. 

Licking up the seed that you missed, you look up when you feel the bedsheet being lifted off of your head. You smile, teasingly sucking along Vash’s length as he looks down at you with complete and utter awe.

“Good morning, angel.”

BLR Vash

“Don’t think—” Vash’s words are interrupted by the salacious moan escaping his lips. You would have smirked if you weren’t currently sucking Vash’s sensitive balls into your mouth.

The humanoid typhoon trembles beneath you, his fingers digging harshly into your hips and ass as he tries to exert the little control he has left. He’s so close. There’s no doubt in your mind that you’ll be the victor in this round.

“N-not g-gonna come before you.” Vash pants, pulling your hips back up closer to his mouth so that he can continue his passionate assault against your sex.

Releasing Vash’s balls with a moan, you indulge yourself for just a moment by grinding your hips backwards against his heat, rubbing your sex all over his lips and chin, drenching him in your fluids and bringing yourself that much closer to orgasm.

Vash’s eyes flutter shut as he luxuriates in your taste. The sounds you make. The feeling of your soft body on top of his.

“Mayfly,” Vash groans, relishing in your keening moan as the wet muscle of his tongue glides across your sensitive spot. “Fuck, you taste so good. Can’t wait to make you come.”

“N-not if I can get you there first.”

Fighting words. A challenge that the both of you ardently pursue in the privacy of your bedroom. Who succumbs to the other’s seductive teasing first? The humanoid typhoon or his stubborn little mayfly?

Desiring to answer that question with finality, Vash’s grip on you tightens and he buries his face against you as much as he can. Your back arches, and you cry out when Vash’s lips wrap around that delicate little bundle of nerves that has you folding every single time. Then, he sucks at your flesh, enrapturing every inch of your skin in complete and total bliss.

“Come in my mouth, mayfly.” Vash rumbles, that seductively deep plea vibrating along your sex and pushing you that much closer to your release. Against your will, your hips begin to roll against Vash’s mouth. Oh god, you aren’t going to last that much longer.

“Vash! Vash!”

“That’s it, baby. Everybody’s gotta lose sometime, right?”

Oh. Well, two could play at that game.

Mustering the last of your wits, you fist Vash’s cock in one hand and take his balls in the other. A triumphant smile spreads across your lips as your boyfriend releases your sex with a surprised little ah!  You begin to massage Vash’s sack tenderly, then delivering the finishing blow, you lean down and take his twitching and leaky head between your lips and suck like your life depends on it.

Vash’s head falls back on the pillow below him as he howls in complete and total rapture. His scarred hips pistoning his cock into the heat of your mouth as he climbs towards that blissful high only you can give him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Mayfly, I—”

Popping his cock out of your mouth, you stroke Vash’s length quickly, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from him before the end.

“That’s it,” You coo. “Be a good boy and come for me first.”

The wail that escapes Vash is borderline obscene as he reaches his climax, cock pulsing in your hand as he comes buckets all over himself…and all over your face.

Wincing as a particularly cheeky spurt of his cum lands straight on your eye, you yelp as you drop his cock, reaching up to wipe away the warm liquid from your lashes.

Turning back to face your boyfriend, you nail him with an irritated one-eyed stare.

The sheepish grin that spreads across the humanoid typhoon’s lips is so adorable that you’re almost willing to forgive him.

Almost.

Trimax Vash

The deep grunts and controlled sighs that dance along Vash’s lips ring out in the quiet air of midnight. To you, those restrained little sounds at the back of his throat are like an orchestra straight from the gates of heaven. Perfect. Angelic. Divine.

Vash.

With your nails digging into Vash’s thick, leather clad thighs, you lean in closer—sinking down further on the scorching cock that pulses deep in your mouth. He’s so sensitive, gushing precum with each movement of your lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” Vash groans, breath hitching as your tongue swirls hungrily around his length, caressing the angry vein that runs along the side of his cock. “Take it easy.”

You mewl desperately in response, ignoring the burning stinging in your knees as they rub against the floorboards. Damn it, you don’t want to take it easy. You want him. You’re so love drunk, so utterly enthralled by this man in front of you. Hopeless. Like a moth to a flame. 

The sound of Vash’s voice, the way his fully clothed body lounges seductively in that rickety chair as you service him, the scent of gunpowder that follows him wherever he goes, the feeling of his big calloused hand stroking your cheek so lovingly as you pleasure him with your mouth. 

Everything. Every little part of Vash the Stampede has you completely and totally spellbound.

Trembling, you moan as you take Vash’s cock deeper down your throat, greedily lavishing every inch of his torn flesh with your wet lips and tongue. Vash’s body relaxes, thighs spreading wider as he groans more openly—his hungry gaze reflecting the dim light of the room as he watches you intensely.

Yes. Look at me. Please. Look how much I want you.

Then your eyes meet. Both longing so desperately for the other. And in that brief moment of weakness, you can’t help but surrender to every selfish little desire that you had locked away in your heart.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

In your lovestruck delirium, you quickly swallow Vash’s cock all the way down to his base, the head of his dick knocking against the back of your throat and making you gag harshly. But god, you don’t care. You don’t care. You want him.

A startled grunt rumbles in Vash’s chest, and the second he feels you gag around his cock he makes a fierce grab for your hair, roughly yanking you up and off of him.

You gasp as you are pulled off of Vash’s glistening cock and forced to look up at him. Vash’s expression is stern, his brows furrowed as he regards you with borderline anger and vexed concern.

“Easy.” 

Vash’s command is deep. Austere and utterly unyielding. He won’t let you continue to have your little fun until you agree to abide by his rules. And his rules are loud and clear despite the fact that he had never voiced them. 

‘Don’t go overboard for my sake.’

But god, you want to. Just for once you want Vash to take whatever he wants from you. You want him to lose himself in the softness of your touch, to claim the pleasure that you so desperately want to give him—to indulge mindlessly in every little caress of your skin. 

You love him. You want to give Vash your everything. Your heart, your body, and your soul.

But Vash won’t allow himself to take those things from you. You know that and yet in your pitiful little moments of weakness, you can’t help but try. To reach out with hopeful, grasping fingers towards the one thing in life that you so desperately want, but know that you can never have.

Vash.

Vash!

Please.

You swallow the excess saliva pooling in your mouth, pitifully savoring the remnants of his taste at the back of your throat.

Stop holding back, Vash. Touch me. Use me. Please. Please! Show me that you want me as much as I want you.

But as you look into those stormy azure pools, you detect not a bit of indecisiveness. Not a sliver of weakness.

And your heart sinks.

Taking a deep, trembling breath, you nod as best as you can against Vash’s iron grip. 

“I understand.”

Then you shyly open your mouth, captivating the man above you—your companion, your almost lover, your soulmate—with the agonizing longing in your heart that you lay bare. 

“Kiss me.” You whisper. “Please?”

Vash’s eyes darken, regarding you silently for a moment before he leans down and spits in your mouth.

A hot moan bubbles in your throat as every nerve ending in your body is set aflame. The space between your legs practically gushes with your arousal as Vash seals your lips with a passionate kiss that is so raw and yet so restrained that it nearly brings you to tears.

He wants you. He wants you but he’ll never let himself have you.

God, you could live forever in his kiss. It is the air you breathe and the blood in your veins. But all too soon, Vash releases your lips from his, and it takes everything in you not to beg for one more taste. One more final truth in the cacophony of lies you tell each other.

“Now,” Vash breathes against your lips. 

“Finish what you started, mayfly.”

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Vash Plant!Heat Headcanons

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI! Pairing: Vash x gn!reader cw: smut, some angst (with Trimax Vash), penetrative sex, some rough sex, oral sex (m! receiving), marathon sex, coming inside, public sex/semi-public sex, body horror, pda, horny behaviour (BLR Vash), love confessions Word count: ~2'100 A/n: It's been a while since I did some headcanons. So here are some thoughts on all the different versions of Vash and how each deals with plant!heat. I hope you enjoy them! 💖

Tristamp Vash

Tristamp Vash is very shy and avoidant of you when his heat hits. Part of this is due to his own disdain towards his biology, and the other part is because he doesn’t want to freak you out.

Tristamp Vash’s heat is very…intense.

His entire body heats up, his teeth ache and grow–sharpening into dangerous razor points–his eyes shine an unearthly hue of blue, and his plant markings pulse and glow, getting brighter as his arousal increases. And these are just the physical symptoms.

Mentally, Vash’s brain gets foggy when he’s in heat. His thoughts are clouded, his head feels heavy, and all he can think about is burying himself inside you.

In this state, every single one of Vash’s senses is heightened. Even just a simple brush of your fingers, or the sound of you breathing beside him is enough to cause his pulse to soar, his cheeks to flare...and the blood to rush to his cock.

Poor boy tries to suppress it, pretending like everything is fine. Unfortunately for him, he’s not very good at hiding it. 

You have found him twisted and writhing in the cum stained sheets of his hotel bed a time of two; watching breathlessly as he whimpered and wept—humping the pillow while he softly called out your name with each needy little thrust.

Vash’s sex drive is naturally quite high while he’s in his heat, but what makes Tristamp Vash unique is that he can literally go for hours with no breaks. Tristamp Vash can come over and over and over again while still staying aroused, rendering any partner of his completely and utterly exhausted. 

Good thing Vash’s cum acts as an aphrodisiac in this state—enticing his partner to come as many times as he does.

“—afly?”

…huh?

Your head is pounding, and every single inch of your body is enraptured with the sweetest of aches. You’re satisfied, and yet, somehow you still inexplicably have an appetite for more.

“Mayfly?”

Vash’s voice refocuses your attention back on him. He’s drenched in sweat—blonde hair in disarray, the bright blue glow from his eyes and plant markings pooling across your own wet skin. Vash hovers above you on the hotel bed where you had found him—god, was that yesterday?

A raspy sigh leaves your throat and Vash quickly leans down to coo against your lips, an alien trill thrumming in his chest as he peppers your face with tender, toothy kisses.

“One more,” Vash groans, shifting closer, reminding you that his cock is still planted firmly inside you—plugging up his cum inside and filling you to near bursting.

“Please, just one more time f'me, mayfly. Then I swear I’ll let you rest. I promise.”

98 Vash

This man becomes the most lovey-dovey touch starved idiot needy boy when he’s in heat.

Constantly seeks physical affection from you, but he tries (emphasis on tries) to be sneaky about it. Vash thinks he is pulling a fast one on you by getting you to shower him with adoring touches. “Mayfly, I jammed my finger in the hotel door! Will you kiss it better?”

No one is fooled. Least of all you.

98 Vash literally purrs when you do reach out and give him some unexpected tlc though. Vash will nuzzle his face against your shoulder/neck, wrap his arms around you (and legs if you let him), and he will coo into your ear how much he utterly adores you.

When his heat hits, 98 Vash doesn’t have as much going on with him physically as Tristamp Vash does, so he can usually get through that period of time without letting too much on.

However, I should say that 98 Vash will be popping constant boners left and right when he’s in heat. He’s extra sensitive and leaky too, especially if you’re in his sights. Thank goodness for his long coat and your merciful indulgence.

98 Vash has a high sex drive, but he does need breaks. His refractory period is insanely short though. Give him a few minutes, maybe even just two, and he’s ready to have you screaming to the rafters (or maybe you’ll be the one making him scream).

The feeling of leather clad fingers gripping your hair sends a shiver of euphoria down your spine. A groan curls in your throat—vibrating deliciously—eliciting a sweet and succulent moan from the man standing above you.

“Oh god, mayfly. You feel sooo good.”

Vash’s hands grip tighter, pushing you further down on his dick—keening with a high moan as you take him down your throat for the fifth time that night.

Gosh, he is so messy. Leaking all over your lips and chin, dripping down and soaking your chest—gushing glob after glob of precum into your mouth as he desperately fucks your face.

He’s so desperate. So sensitive.

“G-gonna come down your throat again,” Vash mewls, leather clad hips stuttering as he reaches his peak. “So good! So sweet for me, mayfly. S-swallow it all! Please!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the salty tang of Vash’s cum hits the back of your throat once more. Fuck, he tastes so good—especially in the midst of his heat. You could suck him off for hours if you could when he’s like this.

Maybe if you're lucky, he'll let you.

BLR Vash

The biggest whiniest horndog when his heat hits. An absolute menace to society and you.

Lets just say that BLR Vash is so down bad when his heat hits, that he would literally dry hump you in public if he could get away with it. Don’t try to call him a "bad dog", it will only encourage him.

BLR Vash constantly has his hands on you at all times. He’s very demanding of your attention. It’s not uncommon to feel his fingers ghosting along the small of your back, or gripping your thigh when you sit next to him. He loves to wrap his arm around your shoulder as you walk together, or slipping his hand down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze as he walks by you.

Hovers over you a lot when he’s in heat. BLR Vash also has a tendency to get overprotective and will pout like a child if your attention is on anyone else but him for too long. 

He is constantly burying his face into your hair or neck just so that he can get a whiff told you he was a dog.

If you thought Tristamp and 98 Vash were bad in the horny department, oh boy, they can’t even hold a candle to BLR Vash.

Just the sight of your ankle or wrist gets him going. Show him a shoulder and he’s done.

Like 98 Vash, BLR Vash doesn’t have much going in the way of physical changes when he goes into heat, but instead of popping boners left and right, this man just has a permanent stiffy.

When having sex during his heat, BLR Vash comes fast, often, and an exorbitant amount. This man will have you drenched and fucked out on the bed in record time.

He’s also obsessed with eating you out. BLR Vash can go at your sex for hours (all while coming all over himself of course).

Clenching your thighs together, your lips press firmly shut as you try to stifle the moan seeping from your throat. Vash’s cock surges inside you again, stroking firmly against your most sensitive spot and causing your walls to clench tightly down on his shaft.

Vash groans quietly at your body’s response, pushing himself even deeper inside—making your toes curl and your jaw fall slack. A shudder of total euphoria courses through your body as a gush of semen spurts free from your insides, dripping down Vash’s cock and onto the gritty and sticky wood of the saloon floor below. Vash had already come inside you twice, and it looks like he’s going for a third.

“Va-Vash,” You whimper, voice barely above a whisper for fear that you’ll get caught by the other saloon patrons. So far it looks like they haven’t caught on. Right now, you’re just a cozy couple, one perched on the other’s lap—cuddling close following a long night of drinking and giggles. 

“M’sorry. Can’t help myself.” Vash murmurs against the back of your neck. He presses his nose against your skin, inhaling your scent—his wicked tongue slides out to lap up the droplets of sweat he finds there.

A man approaches and your eyes fall upon him instantly. Your entire body tenses, wide eyes following the weary traveler passing by your table like a hawk. He sends the briefest of glances your way before heading towards the restroom.

Oh god. Does he know?

Vash’s burning fingers brush along your skin, snapping you out of your thoughts as they circle and grip your chin. He turns your face towards his, and your breath catches in your throat when you see him. He's all flushed cheeks and sultry eyes, looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.

“Hey,” Vash whispers, wet lips brushing against yours. “Only look at me right now. Okay?”

Trimax Vash

Similar to Tristamp Vash, Trimax Vash holds a lot of shame and self-loathing towards himself and his body. As a result, Trimax Vash will absolutely try to avoid you when he’s in heat. He will even go so far as to leave you behind whenever it hits.

Good thing you’re stubborn.

Trimax Vash goes through a lot physically when he’s in heat, and unfortunately it can be quite painful. He also feels monstrous in his inhuman plant form, so he tries his best to hide it from you.

When Trimax Vash goes into heat, distorted wings and feathers burst forth from most faucets of his flesh—covering him almost from head to toe in an iridescent angelic cloak. He’s disfigured and strange, but extremely beautiful in this form (at least to you).

Along with the wings, Vash’s eyes also change to a pure white, and similar to Tristamp Vash, Trimax Vash’s fangs grow larger and more prominent during this time.

Trimax Vash gets very possessive, borderline obsessive, and he can even be aggressive while in the throes of his heat. He wants you and you are all he can think about.

Protecting you, providing/caring for you, and mating with you. Those are the only thoughts in his head.

Trimax Vash doesn’t want anyone else to touch you. He has to fight the urge to snap at anyone (including his friends) who comes too close to you. He does everything he can to suppress this though.

Overall, this man is incredibly horny, protective, and downright feral when his heat hits. His body and mind are singularly focused, and it’s an incredible internal struggle for him.

If he gets his hands on you, he will blow your back out and fill you to bursting. He has the stamina and the drive to do both.

But unlike the other Vashes, Trimax Vash’s heat is slow to build and quick to peak. At his peak, Trimax Vash’s heat only lasts about a day or so. Then it fades, allowing him to more easily focus on providing aftercare to his partner.

A high pitched cry is ripped from your lungs. A resounding growl vibrates through the air, making the pit of your stomach tingle and your insides clench.

Vash’s bruising grip on your hips tightens, fingernails claw into your flesh with the sweet sting of rapture. His hot panting breath billows over your shoulder—perilous fangs scratching at your skin.

All you see is white, encased in the cocoon of his enormous wings—soft and cool against your skin. A striking contrast from Vash’s fiery and rough lovemaking.

In that moment, to you Vash is almost divine. He’s everywhere and everything all at one. He’s all you can feel, see, touch, taste, and smell. Vash holds you with the mercy of his powerful hands, raining down on you his inhuman lust but his very human love as well.

Vash. Vash!

“M-more!” You beg, voice escaping in a desperate whimper. “Vash! Please! I–I want everything! Every part! Don’t hold back. Don’t run. Stay.”

The choked and desperate moan that falls from your lover’s lips both warms your heart and breaks it. Vash’s pace quickens, pounding you full of his thick cock, bearing down on you like a storm—a natural disaster to many, but not to you.

Fingers entwine with yours, gripping tightly as if for dear life. Vash’s body curls around your form as he comes, gripping you close, pulling your further into his monstrous beauty.

“Love you,” He confesses, voice distorted yet still so uniquely him. 

“I love you.”

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Idk if your taking request if not discard! lol but uh >< could we get some Vash & Wolfwood A/O/B head canons? What do you think their second genders would be? and how would they be w reader?

A/B/O Headcanons (Vash, Wolfwood)

Pairings: Wolfwood x reader, Vash x reader

A/N/: always up for ABO. Always.

As my bio says, I'm not open for requests per se, but if an ask strikes my fancy, I might get inspired!

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WOLFWOOD

An alpha through and THROUGH

very growly. It's deep and slow and rumbly and he loves using it on others or using it on you and catching you off guard. He smells the effect it has on you through your scent glands and his eyes key in on the tiny shaking it puts in your knees. You alright there, ankle biter? Lookin' a little unsteady he says with a wicked grin. Even the cigarette bounces with mirth.

Whatever class Wolfwood was going to be, the experiments done by the Dr. turned him into an alpha. It's done on purpose because alphas are more goal-oriented and driven, and because its pretty easy to keep them in line with a steady dose of hard-core suppressants. Getting Wolfwood to detox from them was definitely an exercise in building trust. The ensuing rut you had to help him through was. . . intense, to say the least.

Puts out his cigarettes when you're around. Just because he can cancel out the ill-effects by drinking his vials doesn't mean he has to subject you to it.

Say his first name nice and softly with some of those omega hormones pushing out into the room and watch his whole shoulder line gradually slump until he's putting his head on your shoulder and licking the oils from your scent glands.

Look, its fact that at some point he will use himself as a human shield to keep you safe because, again, he's got those vials to help him recover. The first time he got, for all intents and purposes, murdered in front of your eyes was a horrifying experience. Even after he'd made a full recovery (another mildly disturbing moment when he seemingly came back from the dead just as quickly as he joined it), you'd lost many nights worth of sleep. When he found out, you had a long discussion about his ready-fire-aim tendencies.

It came as no surprise you began to have nightmares. Try as he might, he wasn't good at consoling you at first. It took time for Wolfwood to realize slapping you on the back like some bro and telling you the vials taste like candy wasn't the way to make you feel better.

Has gotten your group thrown out of a number of establishments after holding a man at gunpoint for so much as flirting with you. Very clearly used the moment as an excuse to show off in front of you.

Definitely gives you the talk about worrying about yourself before others or before you make stupid choices that might put you in harms way. Gets you a gun of some kind, something manageable, and maybe it won't obliterate some of the things that are coming after you but it'll give you a chance to get away or at least buy time until he can get there.

“Whatever Blondie does, you do the opposite, you hear me?”

Also chew you out if/when you put yourself in danger. Doesn't matter why. He'll get in your face and yell and interrupt you at every turn. “I don't care that you were saving some kid! Drop kick him out a window for all I care! The next time you do something like that, I'll kill you myself!”

Loves showing off your relationship in front of others. Favorite thing to do is, whenever you go to sit by him in a public place, his arm snakes around you (whether its your arm or waist or a part of your clothing) and simply yanks you to his lap.

This man. This man would not touch a healthy relationship with a ten-foot pole. Like, we can agree his most stable relationship is with his gun, right? So totally expect him to be a little lost when it comes to taking care of you emotionally. It never occurred to him how many days had passed without him scenting you; just figured you were dealing with something or had a change in hormones when you began to smell sour.

On your end, you're freaking out. There has to be a reason why he's not doing it. Is he over you? Do you smell bad? Is something going on in his life you don't know about? Is there someone else? How do you bring it up without sounding accusatory? Should you just drop it?

When you finally lean in and just go for it, fisting his shirt and burrying your nose under his chin, nestled right up against his pulse, and purr, he does nothing for several seconds. Meanwhile your heart is skittering wildly. What you don't realize is you've positively short-circuited this poor man. Could his heart always beat like this? So fast, so erratically? A low rumble escapes him and encases you in an embrace.

He realizes this is the first time he's ever purred.

VASH

could legit be any class. I'm sure most of y'all see him as an omega, but for funsies I'll make him an alpha for a change!

Like, come on, you can't tell me those canines from the last episode scream anything else but alpha. Plus, we all know how determined he can get. Just imagine that you're the one he can't turn his instincts away from, you're the one that makes him feel the most like a regular person, you're the one that elicits such a visceral reaction from him.

Three words: PRO TEC TIVE. If you got with him hoping to break him of his savior mentality, you've gotten with the wrong person. His habits include but are not limited to: keeping watch every time you sleep (even at the risk of his own lethargy), repositioning you to where he perceives to be the safest spot (picking dining tables closest to an exit, putting himself between you and strangers, ensuring an unobstructed path to you and his gun, etc.), scenting your clothes every morning before you wake to keep other alphas from bothering you, smiling in such a way that he shows off his canines to anyone that bothers you, and coming up with lame excuses to get you away from anyone that bothers him. Vash is mostly polite about it, but you know what't up. Nuzzle into him and watch him melt into you and purr gently.

Yo his glyphs pulse when his alpha instincts come to the surface. Defending you from another alpha? Needing to scent you to feel calm? You got him riled up? All those will do it and its sometimes been a close call to hide it from strangers. You love it when it happens in the dark of a room and he literally lights up the space.

Seeing you in his jacket sends a shiver up his spine and makes his pupils expand considerably. He's soooo attentive to you. The slightest change in your scent due to your emotions — whether they be fear or jealousy or loneliness — and he's on you, nuzzling into your scent glands to try and calm you and offering to get you someplace private for a scenting session. Don't be surprised if he completely ignores your protests and excuses the two of you from the rest of the group.

One time he was so caught up in the moment of battle, so fearful when he saw a gun aiming for your chest, that his cybernetic hand grabbed for your arm and yanked you aside. It almost hurt him as much as if you'd been shot when he realized his fingers left dark bruises on your skin, and he'd carelessly flung you into a bookshelf where you'd knocked the back of your head against the corner, causing wet blood to rush into your hair and face.

He refused to touch you for days after that. Thankfully, in the dead of night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, you found him leaning bodily against the wall at the end of the hallway, resisting his hormone-fueled delirium on sheer willpower alone, and were able to convince him to give in to the bond. Oh how he wanted to scent you and be scented, how his oil glands wetted themselves feebly, desperate to touch your scent glands. You had enough when he tried to escape you again; one gentle press to the gland on his wrist and he finally gave in — pupils expanded, eyes glossed over, canines descended. Vash pinned you against the wall, chuffing and nuzzling while you tried to keep your head on straight. His pheromones were positively overwhelming.

Vash reverently touched the bandage on your head and the bruises on your arm, apologizing with whines and whimpers. The poor man could hardly speak with the hormones buzzing through him, but he tried to convey the pain he felt at hurting you, even unintentionally. You soothed the guilt with gentle words and a steady stroke to the gland on his neck.

Because of his biology, he has a very unique scent. It's clean and fresh and everyone takes notice. You've had to fight off a few omegas during your time together. My man's totally clueless.

Like, he can smell you're frustrated, but why? Those ladies were just helping him get directions to the next town? Oh, they were holding his arm as they pointed to the horizon? He never noticed. They were just being nice. Why were you glaring at them? Whatever the reason, he can tell you need his pheromones and floods the space with them accordingly.

Sooooo hesitant when it comes to marking you, or really even allowing his mouth anywhere near your supple skin. He doesn't trust himself not to lose control or get carried away. Vash knows what being bound to him would mean; the danger, the running. To him, it's no different than painting a bullseye on you. It takes time, and a lot of trust and coaxing, but eventually he gives in to the trance tugging at his brain. Eventually, he gives himself over to it. His nibbling teeth and laving tongue don't leave your skin for some time.

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It's the Thought that Counts A Bonus Drabble

Part 1 - If you haven't read part 1...I recommend you go do that. Otherwise you will likely be very confused when reading this.

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ Only. Minors DNI!)

Pairing: Vash x f!Reader Summary: Almost a year has passed since the "incident" with the lost tech dildo. It served its purpose and neither you or Vash really need it anymore, but that doesn't mean you both can't put it to good use. CW: the weird and magical dildo strikes back, p in v sex (kinda), self...oral??? (kinda???), voyeurism, multiple orgasms, restraints, whiny but also flirty dom!Vash, technically on top but not really f!reader, things are all topsy turvy with this series and I am enjoying it immensely. Word Count: ~2k A/n: Happy Oct 1st on my side of the world. Here is a little treat for kinktober. Enjoy!

Good Intentions

It had started with respectable —perfectly innocent—good intentions. Vash had commented off-handedly during supper at the hotel that he was sore from the day’s travels. You, wanting to help ease his aches and pains, offered to give him a full body massage. That’s it. That’s all it was. 

But that innocent little offer had caught the ear of one of the locals, someone who clearly had an eye for the humanoid typhoon. This person was all too eager to push you aside in an effort to soak up your lover’s tender attention. Of course, you didn’t necessarily blame them—who wouldn’t want to have Vash’s undivided attention? But your jealousy was sparked, and Vash had been all too eager to “make it up to you” once the two of you reached the privacy of your shared hotel room.

That’s how your well intentioned and purely innocent proposal turned into…this. 

“M-mayfly.” Vash’s honey coated moan of the nickname he so affectionately bestowed on you rings through the cramped little hotel room.

Transfixed, your eyes devour every inch of Vash’s form. He’s exposed—open and bare, scarred body and limbs spread upon the bed sheets—the perfect picture of an irresistible paramour. 

The cloth beneath him is damp—twisted between his legs. His face and chest are flushed a beautiful cerise, his blonde hair in complete disarray. He’s panting, slacked-jawed,  his patchwork torso pumping up and down with each sweet laboured breath he takes. Those magnificent blue eyes of his are fixated on the space between your legs.

Well, you certainly have his attention now, don’t you?

Purring with pleasure at the thought, a devilishly coy smile spreads across your lips. Licking your parched bottom lip, you tighten the muscles of your core, squeezing the thick pink dildo nestled lovingly inside your pussy.

A whimpering gasp glides out of your lover’s throat and you watch–breathless–as his body contrasts. Vash’s biceps tense, fighting against the leather straps wrapped prettily around his wrists—immobilizing his hands by the headboard. The bed groans, old springs creaking as the typhoon's hips hump pathetically into the air, up and down, up and down—the corded meat of his thighs trembling with each movement. 

Reveling in the fresh rush of arousal between your thighs, you grind down a little on the faux dick inside you and Vash moans so wantingly, that you have to restrain yourself from jumping his bones. Vash’s incessant and pathetic little humping into nothing but the open air continues. With each rise and fall of his body, his weeping and swollen cock jerks, then lands back on his navel with a heavy, wet and satisfying slap.

“Maylfy.” He rasps, capturing you with a glazed look of desire. 

Your concentration breaks and you cease all movement—utterly captivated. 

“G-gonna come again if you keep teasing me like that.”

Holy–

He’s already come twice. The evidence of his previous releases paint his stomach, hips and thighs—making him into the most intoxicating and mouth watering sight you’ve ever beheld. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that Vash was some sort of incubus. A demon brought forth from the depths of your desire—to entice and seduce you into a pact of its own making. Because despite the fact Vash is the one restrained right now…he’s the one in control. If Vash snaps his fingers and tells you to ditch that dick and come for a ride on his cock instead, you’d do it without a moment’s hesitation.

“H-hanging in there?” You breathe, “Or do you need a break?”

Eyes low and hungry, Vash’s gaze trails down from yours and straight to the pink dildo stuffing your pussy. He swallows audibly—a bead of sweat trailing his Adam's apple as it bobs up and down.

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” You probe, lowering your head in an attempt to recapture his attention.

It works, and in an instant Vash’s blue eyes are on yours. They’re wet, vulnerable—but so tantalizingly licentious.

A small smirk pulls at the corner of Vash’s lips, and the resulting thrill that shoots through every nerve in your body has your pussy positively throbbing.

The rumbling and sensual groan that escapes Vash enthralls you. Your lover then proceeds to further worsen your condition by egging you on with a flirtatious little glance–alluringly framed by his messy golden strands.

“Yeah,” Vash adjusts himself into a slightly more comfortable position, opening his body up for you, unabashedly gracing you with every little secret he keeps under all those layers. 

“I’m sure, sweetheart.” Vash bites his lip, hips wiggling. “Keep going for me, yeah?”

Why that little…

Catching your breath, you brace yourself against the mattress and thrust your hips. Riding that length with gusto, knowing that Vash could feel every little pulse of your sensitive flesh—the wetness of  your arousal. You mewl as it splits you open, your twitching and eager walls swallowing it deep–so deep that you can practically feel it—him—in your tummy. 

Vash moans, head falling to the side, braced by his flexed bicep. His gaze doesn’t waver from your pussy. The man doesn’t even blink as he takes in every little detail. The lewd way your glistening folds spread, the little ring of cream forming at the base, the straining muscles of your hips and thighs. Vash has a front row seat to all of it. To all of you.

“God, I love watching you feel good. You ride me so well, mayfly.”

“V-Vash,” You whine, cunt ceasing as your climax comes dangerously close. 

Vash’s hips quicken, deliberately matching your pace and the lewd glide of the dildo in and out of your twitching little entrance. Like he’s the one fucking you. Well, given that this particular dildo mirrors all sensations on Vash’s own body—in a sense he sort of is.

“Mmm~fuck!” Vash whines. “Can feel you creaming around me, baby. Are you gonna come? Please come. Please. You’re so good. You’re such a good girl. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”

As if you could. You’d die if you stopped now. Reaching down, you circle your slippery little clit. Thrusting the pink cock inside you as deep as it could do, a desperate little wail of your lover’s name escapes your lips as you reach your exquisite high. 

“Vash! Vash!”

Throwing his head back into the pillows, Vash moans your name loudly in kind. You watch through your swimming bleary vision as he lifts his head back up, locks his anguished and pleasured gaze with yours, and groans sensually as he comes all over himself for the third time.

Cock pulsing and heavy balls tensing up, you watch as Vash pumps his load all over his belly. A succulent groan bubbles in his chest as his pelvis undulates, abs tensing when his cock kicks and releases another thick spurt of cum. 

God, while the dildo is nice, it’s nothing like actually having Vash inside you. Feeling his hands—one hot one cold—cradle you and hold you steady as he pounds into your cunt, emptying his balls inside you multiple times within a single session. Damn…good thing the night is just beginning.

Coming down from both of your highs, the melody of your panting breaths fill the space. It’s a gratifying and bodily rhythm, starting fast then slowing as your muscles begin to relax from the nerve fraying orgasms the two of you had just experienced. 

Once the two of you recover, Vash gives you the sweetest smile. You return it fully and in kind.

“Y-you’re amazing, mayfly.” He croaks.

“So are you.”

Vash chuckles, body shifting as he props himself further up on the bed and into a more proper sitting position. As he moves, your eyes trail the cum slipping down his belly, past his navel, down and slipping between the thick meat of his thighs…fuck.

“Take it out.”

You blink, trying to shake the horny fog that had settled at the forefront of your thoughts.

“What?”

Vash’s eyes gesture towards your pussy.

“The dildo. Take it out.”

Of course. He was probably too sensitive after coming to have it just sitting inside you like that. With a soft grunt, you lift your hips and slip the pink dick out from the snug confines of your walls. It’s completely coated in your slick, ribbons of your arousal connecting it to you even as it slips out.

Vash moans at the sight, and you can’t help but notice that your cheeks start to feel just a little hotter—your heart starting to beat just a little bit faster.

“Give it to me.”

Vash’s command surprises you, bringing you a moment’s pause. What on No Man’s Land is he planning to do with it?

Following his instructions though, you shuffle your body closer to him and attempt to hand him the dildo, but Vash's fingers bunch up and he moves his restrained hands away, shaking his head all the while.

“Not there. Put it in my mouth.”

You blink, not quite processing his words. It takes a moment before you fully realize what he said, and when it dawns on you—your eyes widening like saucers—Vash’s lips pull back into the cheekiest little grin and your heart pounds so hard in your chest you feel like it could leap out at any second. 

Put it…in his mouth? But wouldn’t that mean…

“I want to taste you, mayfly.” Vash coerces. “I want to know what your pussy tasted like when she was wanting me.”

Holy. Shit.

Swallowing and thighs clenching at your reignited arousal, you silently bring the drenched dildo to Vash’s mouth. Vash smiles, gives you a flirty little wink, and then sucks the head into his mouth. The deep rumbling moan that escapes him after that has you on the cusp of losing your mind.

“Taste so good, mayfly.” Vash slurs around the head, pink tongue swirling around the shaft, licking up every drop of your cum. “Makes me want to eat you out again.”

Unfortunately, with your brain short circuiting, you don’t nearly have enough processing power to answer your boyfriend right now. Instead, you find your attention alternating between his mouth and his cock. Vash takes the pink dildo deeper, slurping and moaning and so very eager to reach that rich ring of cream near the base. His own cock throbs—pulsing and completely flushed a deep shade of red. A clear glob of precum oozes out of the head as his hips start up that slow humping rhythm again.

Oh…god. 

Is this man really going to suck himself off (albeit indirectly) until he comes for the fourth time? As if to answer your question, Vash starts to whimper, his handsome features wincing as he overstimulates himself with his own lips and tongue. But Vash is determined. He wants to lap up and swallow every last drop of your cum. He won’t rest until he does.

Finally, after a few more healthy sucks and drags of his tongue, Vash releases the dildo with a wet and coquettish little hum. 

He smiles lazily at you, and you’re so smitten—so totally breathless—that all you can do is stare dumbly at him.

Abruptly, you hear a loud and satisfying snap. Engulfed in your love drunk fog as you are, it takes you a few seconds to realise that Vash has broken the restraint looped around his prosthetic wrist—with total ease.

Lust blooms anew in your core and you shudder as Vash’s prosthetic hand tenderly cups the back of your head. He brings your mouth down to his, sensually licking the bottom lip you had unintentionally teased him with a few minutes ago.

“Sit on my cock, mayfly.” Vash whispers. “Don’t want all your good intentions going to waste, now do we?”

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Doppelganger

A Vash x gn!Reader x Alt!/Sinister Vash Oneshot

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Summary: A doppelganger invades your shared bed with Vash. But in the end...who is the real Vash really? Word Count: ~2k cw: pwp, dubcon, rough sex, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, slight mind break, scratching, biting, grinding, coming inside. This isn't fluffy, so please proceed with caution. A/N: It's never too early for kinktober! This oneshot was inspired by Vash's alternate colors and some lovely fanart that I've seen on here. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

It’s difficult to breathe. The air that surrounds you is hot and heavy, lounging lazily in your lungs as you take in a breath. It’s dark and you’re disoriented, not quite sure where you are or even who you are with. But you know–can acutely feel–that someone is there.

They shift. The delicate brush of soft yet uneven skin. Sweltering heat. A sensual groan.

“Mayfly.”

You’re being held, cradled on top of someone else’s body like a bird on a zephyr. A warm, firm hand cups the back of your head, and gently guides you down. Soft lips merge and drink from yours, venerating, coaxing, yet demanding–claiming. An irresistible contradiction.

“Finally come back to your senses, mmm?” Those chapped lips whisper against yours.

The suave yet teasing words buzz annoyingly in your foggy mind like insects in a hive. Back to your senses? When did you ever lose those and exactly how long have you been here? Where are you? Whose body lies beneath yours, swaddling and caging your own so perfectly?

“Mayfly.”

The same soft call, a mirror of the first–but this time from behind you. With a weak groan you harness your strength and your eyes finally flutter open. It’s dark, but a singular golden glow from the light of a nearby candle gives you just enough to discover whose arms you’re trapped between.

It’s Vash. But…it’s not Vash.

Pure white hair fans delicately across the off white pillow. Following that snowy path, your gaze travels down to his handsome face. The eyes that meet yours are a shocking and deep blood red.

Gasping audibly, you jerk—trying in vain to free your weakened body from this red eyed man’s prison. But all your wiggling does is birth a wide cheshire-like grin across his face. 

Sharp fangs glisten in the candlelight, and the wanton shudder that courses through your body is absolutely debaucherous.

“W-where’s Vash?” You mumble, words sloppy and imperfect—the best you can manage in your disoriented state.

A dark and saccharine chuckle. A diabolically sensual sound.

“I’m right here, angel.” The man purrs, rising to pepper your lips with scorching kisses. His sinful yet honeyed tongue slips into your mouth and he growls with unabashed delight as he eagerly takes his fill of your essence. Your body melts as seductive heat builds. He commands every aspect of your attention, even your very breath. You pull back, gasp for air but the man only allows you  just enough—forcing you back down to his ravishing lips only a second after you break free. 

“Y–you’re no–not Vash.” You whine against his teeth–resisting, pushing, delighting him with your adorable little rebellion. 

The imposter smiles, fangs sinking into your bottom lip—a frightened jolt quivers, slamming into your very core. Your gut clenches, and your sex weeps. The imposter releases you, then coos– lapping at the wound he had just inflicted. His tone is stingingly patronizing as he whispers, 

“Aww, poor baby.”

Who is this man? He wears your lover’s face and he’s stolen his voice. He’s not him. He’s not.

“Who are you?” You plead.

He smiles wickedly, finally releasing you from his torment.

“I’m Vash.”

Lies. Lies.

“Mayfly.”

The other voice again. Under the beguiling charms of the devil beneath you, you had forgotten about him. You turn your head to look over your shoulder and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest at the sight that befalls you.

It’s Vash. The real Vash. Or is it?

He looks like the lover you know. His messy blonde mop captures the candlelight’s glow, and those soft and achingly warm blue eyes smile down at you with total benevolence—a startling contrast to that intense red stare that made you shudder. 

Vash leans down to kiss your mouth, breathing a feather-soft hush as he oh so tenderly licks your lips, soothing the raw bite inflicted by the doppelganger. 

“Don’t hurt them,” Vash chastises, sharp blue affixing a stern glare to a rolling pair of red. “They’re delicate.”

“Too delicate, compared to us.” The other man tsks. “All the more reason to indulge myself. What better place to break them than right here?”

Brutish hands grasp your ass following those words—and you yelp as the white haired Vash roughly spreads your cheeks apart, crudely displaying every intimate part of you to the blonde Vash kneeling behind you.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want to fuck them.” The doppelganger sneers.

Silence floods the room, matching the darkness in breadth as the “real” Vash stares at your exposed sex–your tantalizing wet entrance that beckons him with every twitch as it throbs with your racing pulse.

He whispers your name like a prayer, gentle fingers traveling up your thighs. You arch and whine when they finally make contact with your sex.

“This all for me?” He whispers quietly–reverently– into the dark, but you hear those words loud and clear. Like a beacon in the mist.

“Yes.”

The doppelganger adjusts his grip, hooking his legs between yours to spread you further. His fingers claw into the globes of your ass as he pushes your hips up into the air, presenting you like a bitch in heat.

“Well come on then Vash,” Words rolling of his tongue in a coaxing timbre. “Fuck them.”

The typhoon trembles, and a whimpering melody of your name falls from Vash’s lips as he positions himself, then sinks his hard cock into the deepest parts of you, splitting your flesh and unfurling your pleasure as he opens you to accommodate his girth. 

Your head flies back, a choked moan falling from your lips at the pleasurable burn–the fullness that renders you breathless and feels like it’s reaching your tummy. So fucking good.

Vash moans, inching this throbbing cock deeper, sweat pouring from both your bodies as your nerves come alive, sparking and sizzling with each other’s proximity. A chemical reaction. A perfect causal nexus that doesn't stop until his balls slap deliciously against your throbbing sex.

"Mayfly!"

The feeling of his large and warm body trembling above you curls your toes. The knowledge that Vash is starting to lose his iron restraint of the carnal lust he harbours for you–that he so diligently masquerades–has you nearly coming on his cock right then and there.

Vash holds you there, panting above you like an animal, his hips flush with yours. He’s holding on, using the last remnants of his rational mind in a desperate endeavor to spare you from his hunger.

But you don’t want to be spared. You want to give yourself to him–to lay at his altar of desire like a sacrificial lamb. 

'Please Vash. It's okay. Let go, I can take it.'

No, that’s not what you really want to say. Instead, the words that echo in your mind ring loud like a chorus of angels from heaven—or a roar from the demons of hell.

'I want it.'

The flesh beneath you vibrates as cruel laughter erupts from below. Your attention is yet again drawn to the white haired demon holding you in his arms.

He's smiling.

"Go ahead, Vash." He taunts. "They want it."

Your lover groans, cock twitching against your puffy walls as his fingers claw into your hips with zealous arbor. He's still hanging on–teeth clenching against the sweet clench of your walls. Oh gods, you want Vash to give in. You want him to indulge himself in the pleasure your body provides without holding anything back. You want him. You want him. You want him.

Turning your head with eyes watering, you softly beg.

"Vash, fuck me."

The growl that escapes your soft-hearted lover is unlike everything you've ever heard before. It's deep and guttural—utterly intoxicating. But you scarcely have time to revel in that primal tune. Before you can even process what’s happening, Vash pulls out of the soft cushion of your walls, then slams back in with a force that rattles your very bones.

The doppelganger purrs, thick arms coiling around your torso trapping you like a snake does prey as he holds you in place against Vash’s feral rutting. 

"Good," He breathes, pulling you closer, stealing your air. "Take his cock, angel."

Vash slams into you, whimpering and moaning as he chants a garbled hymn—the lyrics of your name, his love and his regret pouring out of him like a confession.

"M-mayfly. M' sorry. I’m sorry, I want you. I’m sorry, I love you. I can’t—stop." 

Tearful apologies contrast so vividly against the ferociousness of his body, the surge of his cock inside you—the power that holds you and renders you a complete love drunk mess. 

Your upper body gives out, and your find yourself collapsing against the white haired Vash’s chest, humming with pleasure as the warmth of his skin seeps into your cheek.

“Such a sweet little angel.” You don’t need to look to know that those sharp words are slipping past his condescending grin. “Be a good little slut and grind yourself on my cock while he fucks you.”

What can you do but obey? You whimper, nodding against his chest as the imposter lowers and angles your hips, grinding your exposed sex against his thick cock, tightening that coil in your gut—making you see stars.

S’too much. But fuck, you can’t stop. You don’t ever want to stop.

The Vash behind you whimpers, body curling into yours as he presses open kisses to your shoulder, wet muscle sampling the taste of your skin.

The doppelganger in contrast, pulls your head from its resting place on his chest, and begins to mark up your throat with his fangs. You cry out with abandon as the Vash fucking you from behind tenderly strokes your hips and worships the back of your neck, while the sinister one under you grinds erotically against your weak spot, pinching you nipples raw. 

Rewards and punishments. Love and hate. War and peace. Each coexisting in perfect harmony for this singular moment. It’s a beguiling paradox that has your mind reeling, and your body succumbing to pleasure.

Is this what he hides? Is this frightening raw edge a part of him too? You had only seen his tender side—that bleeding heart and gentle soul. But this…could this be yet another side that you have yet to unveil?

As if to answer your question, Vash’s unrelenting thrusts quicken—hot cock pistoning, making a mess of your creamy entrance as he takes you again and again. Growling, his fingers grasp your hair and pull, yanking your head back and exposing your vulnerable throat.

“Come,” Vash’s command is like thunder in your ears. 

“So lewd,” The doppelganger softly coos, licking a fiery wet trail up your cheek, catching the salty tears that had fallen. “You’ve always wanted us to do this to you. Admit it.”

He pinches your nipple hard, ripping a high pitched yelp from your lungs.

“Admit. It.”

Overwhelmed, your body trembles, tears spilling from your eyes and down your cheeks as your orgasm rapidly approaches. The growling in your ear, the devouring of your body, the unfettered rawness of it all. You’ve wanted this. You wanted it all along.

“Yes!! Yes, I want this! I want you both! Ruin me, break me, fuck me stupid. Please! Pleeease!!” 

The men holding you growl—fingers clawing, mouths mawing, sexes throbbing as they use your body and indulge in your delights. And before you know it the three of you are coming uncontrollably—tensing harshly yet so sweetly against one another. Pulsing and milking and grinding, the fluids of your combined arousals pool, drenching your bodies—the bed.

Trembling, the three of you collapse in a heap of sweat slicked limbs and heaving chests. Pleasure thrums and your tender flesh stings sweetly with the burning aftermath of sex.

Your head is swimming, and it feels like you’re about to fall back into that pool of tepid unconsciousness. Eyes closing shut, you breathe a sigh of relief. But then, that sneering voice whispers in your ear—and the words that caress your skin freeze your blood.

“My turn.”

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Not really nsfw but a crack-ish fic where Knives is trying to kidnap/threaten Vash's s/o and they just tell him "I fucked your brother, shitlips" and he starts arguing with them (they keep saying it) for at least 30 minutes until Vash shows up.

A/N: Okay this just made me burst into laughter, what a chaotic idea. I LOVE it. Sorry it's short but it's my first ever crack-fic

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Explicit mentions of sex, This is Absolutely Not Serious™, please enjoy chaos and Knives getting annoyed

"You will obey me, or else, I will-"

"You'll what? You won't do anything because jokes on you, I already slept with your brother," You immediately cut Knives off, grinning a bit maniacally at him.

Knives' eyes widened and he just stared at you for a moment.

"What?"

"I slept with your brother," You repeated, grinning even more maniacally. Despite you clearly being in a position of vulnerability, tied up and restrained, you were loving this and decided if you were gonna be unhinged, you would push the envelope as far as you could.

"You... what?"

Knives continued to just stare at you, confusion and lack of understanding clear in his pale eyes.

You let out a borderline-unhinged laugh, "What aren't you getting here, buddy? I. Slept. With. Your. Brother. I fucked Vash, which was amazing, by the way! I'm really glad we finally slept together, it took FOREVER for him to get the hint!"

Knives just rubbed his eyes with his hand and sighed exasperatedly, trying to keep himself calm and still maintain his intimidating facade, "As I was saying, you-"

"Fucked Vash, you betcha I did! Many times, actually!"

Oh, this was getting fun. You wanted to see how annoyed you could get Knives, partly out of the want to just frustrate and irritate him, and partly because you knew Vash would definitely be on his way to save you.

Knives scowled at you and just looked down at you as he got close to your face, anger clear in his features.

"Would you shut up about-"

"Fucking Vash? Never. And trust me, after the kind of sex we had? I'm NEVER shutting up about it ever again."

Knives let out an exasperated yell, "Are you kidding me?! Stop talking about sleeping with my brother!"

"Four times, Knives! Four orgasms in the span of ten minutes, I mean, what kind of man can pull that off?! It was impressive, I felt like I had no bones left in my body, and-"

"ENOUGH!"

Knives bellowed loud enough to actually silence for you, but it didn't wipe away the grin on your face. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you saw how red Knives' face was and how annoyed he was.

"What, jealous you aren't getting laid, Knives? I must say, the whole 'murdering the human race' vibe you've got going on might be the reason."

You couldn't believe you were pushing this far, but all your shame was out the window now - it was all or nothing at this point.

"I swear, if you don't stop talking about- about-," Knives spluttered angrily, but you immediately interjected before he could get too far.

"What? Sex? Are you so shy that you can't even say the word, Knives?" You teased mercilessly.

"Why are you two talking about sex?"

Both you and Knives turned to see Vash standing there, looking extremely confused and a bit of an amused expression on his face despite his gun being drawn.

"Get them out of my sight," Knives immediately snapped, just about throwing you across the room at Vash, "I give up. I never want to see them again, they're useless to me. Both of you, leave now, before they start talking about... about..."

"Sex?"

"OUT!"

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Glory-Hole

↳ Vash the Stampede x Female Reader

One-shot (A cut from Gunpowder Dreams fic)

Summary: Trapped in a mafia's clutches, you embark on a daring escape from the relentless grip of Vash, the enigmatic boss. However, freedom comes at a price as you face the unforgiving consequences of your defiance. In this thrilling tale of survival, navigate a treacherous world where alliances shift, and shadows hold secrets. Can you outwit the formidable Vash and break free, or will you succumb to the merciless retribution that awaits?

(For more details, read the original story linked above.)

Word count: +6 k.

Genre: explicit smut (Mafia au).

Warnings/Tags: +18, NSFW, Alternative Universe/Modern Setting, no spoilers from manga and anime, dominate Vash the Stampede, dub-con, toxicity, gunplay, manhandling, unprotected sex, biting, etc.

Notes: I just wanted to write gunplay smut.

Disclaimer: The gunplay scene is inspired by the books I've read.

Song Recommendation: Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang

You can read my fics on AO3 and Wattpad. If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ASK. This is my DISCORD account, in case you want to contact me.

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As you sat motionless, a realization gripped you: escape from this house was an unattainable feat. He was smart, but the scariest part was your inability to anticipate a single one of his thoughts. You felt like a dumb rabbit while he, as cunning as a fox, remained one step ahead.

"You're not touching me," you hissed, your voice wobbly and rife with unshed tears.

"What you gonna do if I do?" He directed his gaze toward the ceiling and the pipes. "I'm glad it's the dead of night, and this room is almost soundproof. So, you won't disturb anyone's peaceful slumber."

Driven by instinct, fear propelled you to your feet as you hurriedly made your way to the door, frantically grasping the handle and repeatedly tugging it up and down.

Open!

Please, open!

As you wrestled with the doorknob, attempting to force it open, a sturdy steel arm suddenly encircled your waist and lifted you off the ground.

"NO!" A piercing scream erupted from your lips as you kicked futilely at the space, fiercely resisting his grip.

"Oh, yes, love," he growled, swinging your body towards the wall.

You grunted from the impact, leaning your back against the wall; this time, you used it as leverage to kick against the bastard of a man. "Let me go, you fucking creepy-ass fuck—"

"Keep talking, and you'll just make it worse."

You screeched, out of breath and growing weaker, as he pinned your flailing body against the wall, rendering you powerless.

"We had a deal, didn't we?" Vash asked in a panting tone.

A tear spilt over your lid. And then another and another until you were on the verge of sobbing again. "We had, but—"

"Don't cry, love," he cooed. "It's going to get so much worse."

His breath skated over your cheek as he pressed himself further into your body, just like in the previous encounter. Towering over you, his larger frame enveloped you completely until all you could see, feel, and smell was him—his warmth, the distinctive scent that was uniquely his, and the way his black-clad body surrounded you.

"I like you scared," he whispered, sending shivers down your core. "I like you begging and pleading. Crying out for imaginary Gods to save you."

You felt the touch of leather on your face, and you flinched away. His fingers delicately traced a path from your cheekbone to your hair, gently tucking stray strands behind your ear. "I like you trembling beneath my touch, uncontrollably."

"You're sick," you snapped, doing just that. You were shaking from head to toe, and you couldn't seem to stop it.

“You think your pleas will only arise when your life is at stake, but you are mistaken," he grunted, letting out a deep, mocking laugh. "In due time, you will beg for my touch, craving it desperately."

"That'll never happen," you hissed, glaring at him with all your might. Or at least you thought you were. The dim light emanating from the ceiling lights shadowed his eyes. It felt almost like being far-sighted. Your face was so close to something, but clarity evaded you. The shadows were a part of him. He carried them around.

"It's time to punish you, and I've thought of the many ways I could do this," he said, ignoring your jab. It only infuriated you more that he found your lack of consent so inconsequential. So… worthless. "I'll be nice this time." You opened your mouth, but he cut you off with a deep growl of warning, "But only if you reciprocate, love."

Your teeth audibly snapped together, the sound punctuating the air and drawing yet another amused grunt from him. Your pride took a hit, and you wanted to knee him in the balls for it, but you couldn't lift your leg an inch as you tried.

"You freak! What are you going to do?" you spat out, the stutter of your words in sync with the beat of your heart. His searing breath brushed against your cheek as you felt the gentle glide of his lips tracing along your jawline. You swallowed but nearly choked from how dry your throat had become. Those lips descend to the column of your neck, skittering along until he paused on the spot right below your ear.

"I'm gonna play with my toy," he declared right before his teeth clamped down. Your back arched involuntarily, repulsion and pleasure marrying in your nerves, sending misfires to your brain. All coherent thoughts escaped from your mind, leaving behind only primal instincts to guide your actions.

But, somehow, as if he was electrocuted, he distanced himself. His gaze shifted downwards towards the collar of his shirt. The cross was there, concealed on his chest. His eyes changed momentarily, remorseful, maybe disgusted by what he had become. As if he was lost, struggling to find himself, but instead, his eyes found you—the one with the answers.

You wished you could show him hatred, but seeing your pleasure, he groaned, his teeth piercing as his tongue lapped at your flesh. Your mouth opened, and a silent scream suctioned away just as his mouth did the same, drawing in deep like he was drinking the essence from your body. And then, with a lingering sensation of pain, he withdrew, his teeth grazing your skin as he released his hold, leaving behind a stinging reminder.

Your hands pressed into his chest for stability or to push him away. You were not sure. Though your question was quickly answered when instinct coerced your hands to curl, gripping his shirt tight and anchoring yourself to him as if he was your lifeline. When in reality, he was the one killing you.

Severe shivers wracked your body when he licked a wet path with his tongue, descending from your neck towards the juncture where your nipples resided. He paused, and it felt as if your body teetered precariously over a sharpened blade. You held your breath, the anticipation rattling your bones. And then he was biting down again, pulling an animalistic sound from your chest. He did this, over and over, leaving behind a trail of bruises that marked his territory along your neck and across your shoulder.

You were breathless by the time he pulled away. "Good girl," he finally exhaled, his own voice airy. Somehow, that made you feel worse. You wanted him to hate it as much as you should've. "You like this, don't you?"

"I…ah," you panted, trying hard to conceal the depths of your desires because you were revealing more and more as he went further. You were fucking seconds away from reaching out and grabbing his cock through his pants and begging him to fuck you since you hadn't been touched by a human for a long time, let alone a man, and this thing in front of you had the power to make you momentarily forget everything, despite being the very reason for your need to escape reality. Then something occurred to your mind.

You couldn't explain why you did what you did next. You would ask Gods later. But at that moment, you were so overcome with a tsunami of emotions that you reached up and bit his tattooed neck. Hard, and you didn't care, just bit harder. Maybe you wanted to hurt him back, give him a taste of his own medicine, make him feel whatever you felt.

Regardless of the reason, he didn't take kindly to it. His hand wrapped around your throat, exerting pressure as he forcefully pushed you back, simultaneously tearing himself away from your body. He was squeezing tightly, but you couldn't care less. You felt justified. If he killed you here and now, at least you could say you left one last mark on him.

He growled low, a sound of frustration and an unnamed emotion that eluded definition. "I'm beginning to think you like to be punished, which means I'm just going to have to do better."

Before you could react, he hoisted you up, effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Fucker!" you snapped, your fists pounding against his back as you thrashed your exposed legs. You were not a potato.

A sharp smack to your ass was his only response. "Love, the wind can do more harm than what you're doing."

"Want to see my teeth again, asshole? I'll sure to grab your ugly face this time."

"Keep telling yourself that, but deep down, we both know this face is making you wet," he retorted, amusement coloring his words. Snarling, you resented his fucking unruffled calm. And because he was not entirely wrong. No, dumbass, he was wrong. He must be wrong.

More curses flooded out of your mouth, but they were cut short when he dragged your body down his front until your legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was cradling you to his chest. Oh, fuck this. You lifted your hands to scratch his face, maybe do a little eye-gouging, but instead, you just squealed. He swooped you backward, your stomach bottoming out as he set you on the bed, flat on your back. Your robe came undone, leaving you inadequately covered when he hovered over you, his arms positioned on either side of your head as he braced himself over you. You swallowed, tears pricking your eyes. "What a gentleman! Letting me look at your obnoxious face as you murder me," you mouthed off, forcing the words through your tightened throat.

You really needed to shut the fuck up. But you couldn't seem to stop yourself. Apparently, when you were in a life-threatening situation, all you could manage to do was make it worse. While some might perceive it as fearlessness, you could only assume it as an act of sheer stupidity.

Balancing himself with one hand, he reached behind him with the other. As you prepared to unleash more insults from your mouth, his arm emerged, revealing a tightly gripped gun.

Another audible tick of your teeth later, you were back to being choked silent with fear.

"I told you not to run away. I told you to follow the orders," he stated, his tone bled dry of emotion. "Typically, I would choose to crack open your skull and forcibly implant the words in your brain, but it seems you require a different method to learn your lesson."

"Okay, I'm sorry," you rushed out, your eyes widening as he pointed the gun at your chest. "I-I'm really, rea—"

"Shh," he hushed. "You're not sorry yet, love. But you will be."

A myriad of thoughts ran through your head on what you could possibly say to get out of this. You were sorry clearly, wasn't good enough. "You're going to shoot me?"

Your bladder threatened to explode, and knowing that you might die in a puddle of pee brought tears to your eyes. A bewildering cocktail of emotions engulfed you. Fear had gripped you tightly, its icy tendrils coiling around your heart, as you found yourself trapped in this fucked up situation. Yet, amidst the suffocating grip of fear, there was a grotesque sense of fascination. You couldn't deny the perverse allure that came with the feeling of being trapped, as if a part of you savored being confined, even as it elicited a thrilling sensation. WHAT? What the fuck was wrong with you?

"You gonna taste this gun one way or another," he responded, his tone dripping with impatience. He punctuated his response by dragging the gun down through the valley of your breasts. The weapon continued its way down your stomach, stopping at the edge of your robe's tie. "Will you take the bullet or the gun?" As he inclined his head, his neck tattoos stretched, emphasizing the presence of the pulsating veins that wound their way towards his enigmatic mind. Meanwhile, the small golden loop on his left ear playfully winked at you while he patiently awaited her response.

"Are you fucking serious?" you panicked, your hands gripping the ends of the tie tightly, the fabric moist with sweat. He must be kidding, right?

"I was going to take it easy on you, but when you act like a rabid puppy, you leave me with no choice but to tame you," he said, tracing the tip of his gun along the edges of the robe. "This is your last chance, or I'll do as I see fit."

Your lip trembled, and a single tear slid down your temple. "Please, don't do this."

He cocked a brow, and the act was damning. He appeared so damn unimpressed with your pleas, causing another tear to trace the path of the first. You had to survive, didn't you? You had to endure long enough to witness this man's demise with your own eyes, didn't you? It couldn't hurt that much, could it? Just focus on counting, fixating your gaze upon the cracks in the wall, and listening to the faint chirping of crickets emanating from the pipes.

You gulped and answered, "I-I'll…"

"You'll what? I need you to be loud and clear."

"Y-your…your gun…" you stuttered, words all dropping dead on your dry tongue.

"What about my gun?" he inquired, sliding the weapon beneath the tobe and directing it towards your bellbottoms. " Say it, love. Utilize that sharp tongue of yours that knows how to hurl curses."

With your eyes tightly shut, you released your grip on the tie, your hands trembling. "I... I'll... I'll take the gun."

"Take off your robe," he ordered, moving back a little. "Now!"

Sniffing, you finally listened. Hooking your thumbs into the robe's belt, you undid the tie. You fought the urge to cover yourself. Because you knew that the act of hiding would bring him greater delight than being almost entirely naked before him. He dug the thrill of conquering through struggle, and you were determined to deny him that win. You were only able to slide it a little before the muzzle of the gun got in the way.

He took the hint, grabbed the robe, and harshly moved it aside. More tears followed suit as you stuck your thighs together.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

You did as he said; your gaze got tied with his. Yet, as you stared into his eyes, you noticed something unexpected. No hatred, resentment, or even lust reflected in them. Instead, it was a vacant look devoid of any deeper meaning. It dawned on you that violence was his only language, his sole response to the world around him. He had not learned any other way to navigate life. Perhaps the only bright spot in his existence had been his beloved, cruelly taken away.

Maybe, but maybe in a parallel world, you thought, he could have been a different person—a better person, surrounded by love and family. In that alternate reality, you might have looked at him with a second glance, for his eyes, the deep azure pools, his lips, and his face were reminiscent of something celestial, qualities that angels themselves would possess, not those cast out from heaven.

Vash's touch shocked you back to reality, causing you to startle, as if you were about to leap out of your own skin. You had to beg your bones to stop shaking.

"Next, your hands," he commanded, jerking his gun to emphasize his directive. Reluctantly, you moved your arms away from your body and let them drop onto the sheets with a huff.

"Stunning," he murmured, his eyes tracing over the curves of your body. He leaned over you again, his mouth kissing the last bruise he left on your shoulder. "Do you know what these mean?" he whispered, pressing another gentle kiss to a different spot on your skin.

You shuddered beneath his touch, electricity sprouting from the point of contact and dancing across your skin. You didn't answer, but he didn't seem to mind. "Those marks," he stated with a sense of ownership, "signify that you belong to me."

The tip of his tongue darted out, trailing your flesh as he moved down towards your breasts.

"Don't—"

His teeth pierced the nipple of your left breast before you could finish your futile plea. You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as he left another mark on your skin. "Now, whenever you see these, you'll remember me," he said, claiming your body for his own.

Once satisfied, he moved to the other nipple, leaving his own hickeys on your it. And all you could do was just take it.

When your body was well and abused by his teeth and tongue, he lifted and forced your thighs apart. You strained against him, but it only hurt you in the end. He was too strong. With a firm grip on your waist, his clothed forefinger traced the delicate crease of your groin, starting from the juncture of your thigh and trailing downward towards the very center of your being.

Before his finger reached your clit, he tantalizingly ran it up and down your engorged vulva, coming perilously close to your pussy. The sensations were overwhelming, and you felt deeply ashamed as you realized your body was responding to his touch. You wanted to cover your face because you knew he was feeling your body's betrayal.

"You're drenched," he rasped out, his lips still wet from his saliva. The sweet Vash with kind eyes had vanished entirely.

"That's called discharge! Your stupid ass wouldn't know that!" you snapped, hoping your lie would shoo him away.

He responded with a smile. "As much as I hate to say this to you, I'm no stranger to a woman's pussy and what it feels like when it weeps for me."

Your eyes widened. So this fucker had slept with women too? It seemed he had explored every possible avenue. Disgust curled your lip as you retorted, "Last time I checked, most girls weep because they're upset. Maybe you should take a hint."

He let out a chuckle. "Love, that's exactly what I'm doing."

With a firm grip, he spread your legs apart, baring your pussy to him, where the arousal glistened from within. He muttered a curse under his breath as his eyes hungrily devoured every detail of your being. Another tremble of your lips had you biting down on the traitorous flesh.

With one finger still positioned on your pussy, he raised the gun to your face with his other hand. You flinched back, squeezing your eyes shut and letting loose a startled yelp. "Calm down," he reassured you, his tone strained. "I just want you to suck it."

It took several seconds for his words to register. To process that he didn't pull the trigger and you were not dead. As the comprehension dawned, your eyes flew open, and you shot him a fierce glare. "Why the hell—"

He tapped the gun's tip against your mouth, effectively cutting you off. The remainder of your words dissipated into thin air as he glided the gun across your lips, almost as if he was painting them with lipstick.

"Suck," he ordered, his tone deepening with finality. Closing your eyes against more tears, you opened your mouth and obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to guide the gun between your teeth. You squeezed your lids tighter as you twirled your tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty taste.

"My good girl," he said, pulling the dripping gun out, a trail of saliva following until it snapped.

Your entire body locked when the cool metal slid against your clit. You flinched against the foreign touch of an incredibly dangerous weapon. A wave of pure terror washed over you, and it took all your strength to keep from full-on sobbing.

Holding a gun to your head was far less intimidating than it being held between your legs. A gunshot to the head would bring instant death, but this? This would be slow and painful. Torturous.

He leaned in, close enough for his warm breath to caress your core. You raised yourself, yearning for a clearer view. At that moment, he met your gaze, peering up at you through his long, thick lashes, his perfect blue eyes sparkling with delight.

As you parted your lips to question what he was doing, he stuck out his tongue, saliva pooling to the tip and dripping off onto your pussy.

"Seems like you can never be too wet, can you, love?" Sitting up, he traced circles around your entrance with the gun, the metal slipping against your skin.

What if he shoots you mistakenly?

"Oh, my God, please do—" This time, your words were cut off as he pressed the gun past your folds. Just the tip, but enough to close your throat, only allowing a startled squeak to escape.  

He laughed cruelly. "Don't hold back. Moan if you want."

You'd snap at him if you weren't frozen solid. You couldn't look away. Helplessly, you just watched him push the gun inside you, your rounded eyes barely processing what you saw and felt. Everything so fucking surreal.

Slowly, he worked the gun inside you, eliciting both pleasure and pain. You clenched your jaw, shuddering from his ministrations but refusing to make a sound. You were determined not to grant him the satisfaction.

He gradually worked the weapon halfway in before retracting it to the very tip, granting you a brief moment to catch your breath. However, that respite was short-lived as he buried the entire barrel deep within you. Your hands clenched the sheets as you sucked in a sharp gasp and let your head fall back, unable to bear witness any longer, drained of the strength to endure the sight.

This was so, so fucked up. Beyond fucked up.

As the gun pulled back and penetrated you once more, a noise did slip through as a wave of pleasure rocked through you. FUCK!

"Good girl," he breathed. "Now open wider, love." His free hand nudged against your thigh. Without a thought, your thighs instinctively parted further. Another praise, but you barely heard it over the beating of your heart.

"I can feel how tight your pussy is. The way it clings to my gun when I slide it out—exquisite."

You bit your lip, but it wasn't enough to hold in the forthcoming moan. Or the one after that. You could hear the suctioning and slurping noises as he fucked you with his gun, and shame filled you in response. The embarrassment nearly overrode the fear. But neither was more potent than the pleasure your body was compelled to submit to.

When he angled the gun in a particular way, he hit the spot inside you that sent your eyes to the back of your head and an unchecked moan to slip free. He growled in response, further fueling your arousal. Your back arched as he skillfully continued to target and stimulate that pleasurable area.

Your hole grew impossibly tight, biting into the gun barrel when his gloved hand gripped your thigh in a bruising hold. Your heart jumped when he leaned closer but only clamped his teeth onto your inner thigh. You cried out from the sharp bite, but it quickly morphed into a moan, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body as he hit that spot again.

His mouth sucked your thigh, and his movements quickened until you felt the familiar stirrings of an impending orgasm settled low in the pit of your stomach.

"Please," you begged but didn't know what for. He relented, briefly tearing his mouth away, only to clamp down again, this time lower but still frustratingly distant from your center. Too far away. Sadly far away.

"Tell me what you learned, love," he demanded, looking up at you, his mouth wet from his biting. The sight made your heart drop deep into your belly, right to where the gun was driving into you.

"Not to bite you?" you guessed, your voice trembling as if you were high. He answered by biting your thigh in a punishing grip. You cried out, the pain blinding. He loosened his jaw, allowing the pain to blend with pleasure.

A primal, guttural sound slipped out as he thrust the gun deep. "Are you going to make me ask again?"

You opened your mouth, but no answer came out. Your silence allowed you to hear his warning loud and clear. He cocked the gun.

"Okay, okay, fuck," you relented with a terrified hush. "I-I learned not to run away from my cage." Those words brought tears to your eyes because uttering them aloud made you feel truly trapped by this man.

"Who owns your life, love?"

You closed your eyes, resenting the lie on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill forth just like the tears streaming down your face. "You," you whispered, the bitter taste of the words clogging your throat.

A battlefield raged in your body.

One part of you craved his touch, longing for him to make you come. Meanwhile, another part of you harbored a dark desire, wishing for him to turn the gun upon himself and fire it.

You glanced downwards at him and noted how he was staring at you. And you had the terrifying realization that he saw through your deceit and didn't believe your lies.

"You have ten more seconds to come, love. No more chances after that," he warned before nipping at your thigh again. "Rub your clit."

You hesitated. The last thing you wanted to do was allow this man the satisfaction of making you come and, even worse, helping him do it. In your mind, he didn't fucking deserve it. And though your body was strung tight with desperation for release, your mind rebelled against the idea.

"Now," he shouted, his eyes blazing with something carnal and dangerous.

Muttering a curse, you reached down and twirled your fingers over your clit, too scared of the potential consequences. If it was between orgasming and getting shot, you were going to have to choose the option that would cause the least damage.

"Good girl," he whispered. It took two more thrusts of the gun before you were propelled over the edge, your ass shooting clear off the ground as the orgasm ripped through you. You were screaming. You could feel the sound vibrating the muscles in your throat and turning it increasingly hoarse. But you couldn't hear it. Not when your entire being was consumed in fire and ice, and you could only see a blissful heaven.

The gun worked inside of you faster and deeper, drawing out the orgasm until you were literally begging for it to come to an end. He ripped the weapon out of you, and your thighs snapped shut instantly, sealing off the remnants of your shameful orgasm.

You were left a shuddering mess from the aftershocks as the waves of pleasure subsided. Meanwhile, his body towered over you. Through your half-lidded eyes, still jerking from the little shocks, you glanced up and met his gaze. His face broke into the broadest smile you had ever seen on his face, and you noticed he had dimples.

He had fucking dimples.

He was easily the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. And you wished you'd never seen it. Because something inside your heart was being torn apart, and it felt like fear, it tasted like panic, and you didn't know how to understand the image in front of you.

You didn't want to see Vash like this. You vehemently refused to perceive him as anything other than a monster. This wasn't right. Your body was full of rage, humiliation, and shame—you knew this. But it was like your brain couldn't process those emotions, so it was just choosing to feel nothing at all. Was this what trauma did? Knowing that you had been violated, yet your body opting for a state of numbness instead?

The silver cross sprung from his shirt, diverting your gaze to the scar it adorned. "Lick this clean," he said, placing his gun onto your bared breast. "I can't use this when it's dripping your cum."

Like a magic trick, he pulled his body back, and every heat you had in your veins disappeared. With one last lingering look, he stood up and turned his back to you, his hands probably adjusting his pants. Then he began to walk leisurely toward the wall, floorboards creaking beneath his weight. Not even a passing glance was spared in your direction. Probably you didn't exist for him anymore. He had taken what he wanted, reducing you to nothingness.

Men.

As he neared the worn-out brick wall, his hand delved into his pocket, retrieving a cigarette. With practiced precision, he placed it in the corner of his mouth. His fingers trembled as he reached for his lighter, or perhaps it was merely a figment of your imagination. Anyhow, he poised himself to ignite the flame, preparing to immerse himself in the disgusting cloud of smoke that would soon envelop him.

You moved without thinking, your hand wrapping around the sticky gun. You would never lick this shit. You stood on your feet, not caring about covering yourself. The second he realized what you'd done, he backed away, raising his hands in surrender—the stupid cigarette dangling between his lips.

You pointed the gun right at his fucking head, and all you wanted to do was blow it off. All you wanted to see was his brain exploding beneath the bullet. Because you were not looking into the face of the man who could easily steal your heart under different circumstances. You didn't see him at all. You only saw a faceless man who took what he wanted from you, and you let him. But now you wanted him to fucking burn for it.

Tears built in your eyes, your vision blurring. The gun was vibrating from how hard your hand trembled, but he stood close enough that you'd strike accurately. Whether the bullet hit his head, his throat, or his chest, you didn't care.

"Love," he whispered.

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the sweet but stupid, stupid and stupid whisper out of your head. You didn't want to hear it.

"I haven't done anything to you." You voice cracked. "How can you hurt me like this?" Your eyes burned from the tears welling up. And within seconds, they spilt, running down your cheeks. It seemed like orgasm had pushed your feelings out with itself.

And he seemed to realize it too because a subtle change reflected in his eyes. "I asked you to stay away from trouble," he murmured, his voice so soft. "Why don't you listen to me?" He bared his teeth, his own ire flashing in his eyes. "Do you think I enjoy hurting you?"

"I do!" you shouted, thrusting the gun at him. You sucked in a sharp breath as a sob climbed up your throat. He nodded slowly, a glimmer of understanding replacing the anger that had once flamed in his eyes.

Deep down, you knew better. You knew he wasn't angry with you. He was angry because he was helpless. Hopeless. A goddamn lost cause. Because he would never be the same, and he knew that. But what he didn't know was what to do with it.

A sob escaped your throat, but the rage persisted. He slowly stepped towards you, like approaching a frightened animal with vicious teeth. His eyes didn't stray from yours as he advanced, and you were so close to slipping back into that paralyzing hold he had on you. Then he was right before you again, pressing his lips into the gun barrel.

"Does this make you feel powerful?" he murmured.

Another sob broke free, but you didn't lower the weapon.

"Does this make you feel free?"

You scowled but couldn't muster the courage to respond. You couldn't articulate what it made you feel—you just knew it made you feel something. You stared at the gun in your hand, at the smooth, heavy metal, and you were surprised to find that you enjoyed the way it nestled within your grip, like an extension of your body. It didn't frighten you anymore.

You could stand still in this moment forever.

"What you seem to have forgotten," he snarled, "is that I am already a dead man. I died months ago. So go ahead, pull that trigger, love. End the remaining fragments of my existence. I am nothing but a hollow vessel."

You broke and screwed your eyes shut against the flood of tears, but it was like putting a flimsy piece of paper over a bursting pipe. Agony etched across your face, consuming you completely. "I don't want to be here," you choked out, barely getting the words out before a gut-wrenching sob tore through your trembling lips.

"Let me help you—fuck love, just fucking kill me," he bit, his voice breaking. He opened his mouth, and the barrel slid in. His lips tightly closed around the gun, his eyes staring at you, begging you.

Pull the trigger.

It wasn't fair, but it was becoming harder and harder to look at Vash and blame him, too. You were beginning to revert to that weak, thoughtful part of yourself that was convinced your life wouldn't be such a goddamn shitshow if your father didn't come barreling into it.

But no! You would no longer let your emotions get in the way. You were supposed to play this game by its own rules. So if it were your turn to shoot, you would do it.

No hesitating. No understanding. Just pulling this little trigger.

Click.

To your dismay, there was only a vacant stillness, a blackhole that swallowed your hopes and replaced them with a rising tide of unease. Your chest resonated with the thunderous cadence of your own heart, the loud thud filling your ears as you refused to accept the defeat. Ignoring the gnawing doubts gnarling at your mind, you pulled the trigger again and again and again.

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of the emptiness mocked your growing desperation.

A cold sweat bead on your brow as you stumbled backward, your body shaking with disbelief. Your eyes widened in horror as you stared at the gun, and when your gaze met his face, your world unraveled further into a maelstrom of darkness. His lips contorted into a wicked grin, now devoid of the innocence and sadness he pretended to have. The sight sent a tremor scurrying up your soul, your skin prickling with a nauseating blend of aversion and revulsion.

"You taste fantastic, love" Vash's voice slithered with a perverse delight as he savored the moment, his tongue caressing his lips in a vile display. His hands, tainted with malice, raked through his disheveled hair. Then with an ear-splitting crack, he twisted his neck, relishing in the discomfort he inflicted upon himself. "You hate me enough to try pulling the trigger four times?"

Your blood ran icy as his words seeped into your consciousness, a sting as bitter as poison. Suffocating the room, his laughter took on a haunting quality, a symphony of evilness. Each note of his amusement revealed the true nature of his depravity, shattering the fragile illusion of triumph you once held.

"Did you really think I'll leave you with a loaded gun?" Then as if to prove how simple-minded you were, he reached into his pocket, extracting the sixth bullet with a perverse flourish. He presented it before you, a diabolical offering that sealed your fate. The weight of that one extra little bullet pressed down upon you, an oppressive force that smothered any remnants of hope.

"Game over," he declared, his voice dripping with finality, each syllable a nail in the coffin of your aspirations. The room contracted around you, a claustrophobic arena that confined you to this sleepless nightmare. "You've got balls."

Your eyes snapped up, your mind working quickly to fit all the pieces together, and he was gaping at you, staring at you in a way that was entirely foreign to you, in a way that said he was utterly, absolutely amazed. You were not sure if he was proud.

But the fact that the gun was empty the whole time was a kick in the gut. No. It was a gun in the cunt.

"It… empty…bullet…" Stuttering, you turned to look at the bed, sheets still wet from your heinous climax, and then yourself, every inch of your body bare to his disgusting gaze.

Fingers coiling like vipers ready to strike, Vash extended his arm, reaching closer to your slumped figure. As his hand reached you, he guided it downward with deliberate precision, his touch a phantom of sweetness. You remained motionless, your body as still as a fragile porcelain doll, your spirit hollowed out by his relentless torment. You offered no resistance, Your limbs heavy with acceptance. It didn't have a meaning anyway. This was his playground, and you were nothing but a worthless pawn.

The room held its breath, like you when you thought his fingers were headed for your hole again, only to find them closing around the gun with an ironclad grip.

He leaned closer to your ear, whispering, "You're far too naïve. I would never take even the slightest risk of losing my favorite toy."

Your eyes got shot closed, your lips pressing on each other as he planted a kiss on your temple and walked out without any more words.

You opened your mouth, and you screamed. You screamed and screamed until your voice cracked beneath the pressure. Until you feared your throat would shred from the force. You wanted to crawl outside of your body so desperately. Just so you could escape this feeling. No. You wanted that gun loaded with bullets to turn it on yourself.

One last shout ripped out of your throat, this one so full of pain that brought you to your knees. You crumbled. The raw sound tapered off, fading into a hoarse, staccato cry. You sucked in a deep breath, filling your lungs with oxygen you didn't want, but you were too lost in your grief to scream like you wanted to.

I know this one-shot kinda doesn't make sense, but I'd be damned if I hadn't done it.

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Stuff

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Note❈° ≫ I’ve been so tired this week so I’m sorry if this is a bit off.

Warning❈° ≫ pervert Vash! Edging, public, reader set him up, groping, panty shot

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“What are you thinking about?” You asked the blonde, his body hunched over. His eyes lingered at the wooden table where his hands were placed. Sadly they couldn’t be on something else right now.

His fingers traced around the wooden table, feeling the dips and toughness of the wood. The way it curved and turned into a pattern. Vash would do anything to not think about his raging erection. They were in public, this was supposed to be a nice dinner. If only he didn’t catch a peak at his girlfriend’s pretty panties earlier when he dropped his fork.

It was innocent, he swears. You both haven’t done anything too sexual so far. Simple hand jobs, a blow job once. But it’s getting harder for Vash not to reveal how much of a pervert he is or can be.

He chewed on his bottom lip, reliving the memory of an hour ago. He had to crawl under the table because of his own clumsy fit. On all fours, facing your thighs is when he saw it. The pink fabric, the light lace on the edges. How it bunches around your clit and lower lips, giving the sexiest imprint.

Your short skirt became his biggest enemy and blessing. Vash thought about leaving the table for the restroom but decided against it. You would know something is wrong from his long absence. Plus he’d have to stand up and walk around with a raging boner.

His pants were tight, choking down his bulge and pleasure. “Vash baby?” You uttered. The blonde straightened up when your hand graced his thigh. The touch was suppose to be reassuring but it only made the blondes' perverted thoughts grow.

He wondered if you two were to do anything, would anyone hear? Hell maybe jerking off under the table isn’t a bad idea… if he were crazy.

You shifted your position to face him, but all Vash could think about was how your panties shift with you. He wondered if there was a wet spot right under your pretty clit. No right? He has done nothing to turn you on in such a way. “Stuff.” The man answered stiffly.

“What kind of stuff?”

Naughty stuff. Vash thought, his eyes kept still on the material he sat on. His erection was in his gaze, along with your hand mere inches away from it. “Just stuff. Nothing important is-swear.” Vash cursed himself from his obvious lie.

His thighs shifted together, you could feel him shaking from under your touch. The shakes seemed anxious as you noticed the man was also chewing on the side of his cheek. Your eyes widened slightly when you noticed the blush along the man’s cheeks, confirming your suspicions. “Are you… turned on Vash?”

The blonde stiffened up, his hands becoming as still as a rock. Words swirled around Vash’s mind but his tongue was at a stand still. It felt swollen in his mouth, unable to translate how he feels. The blonde blinked several times before his throat went dry.

However, that feeling passed when Vash felt the palm of your hand press down on the sore in his pants. The pressure on his lip intensified, his eyes darting to yours.

You were mere inches away from him, your stare heavy as the corner of your lips curled. “What’s gotten into you?” How can a sweet tone sound so arousing at the same time?

“I-I.” Vash stammered as more heat added to his face. The energy left his body when the approaching footsteps of the waiter graced his ears.

“Now that appetizers are done, have you guys decided on what you want to eat?” The waiter gave a smile and when his eyes turned to Vash the blonde’s head shot down.

His dick twitched when he felt the waiters stare against him. You glanced between your boyfriend and the waiter, calm and collected as always. You have an innocent smile, “I’ll have the chicken Cesar please. Well, what do you want, honey?”

You leaned closer to Vash, pressing harder on his erection. You could feel him throb from more attention being placed on him. “How… lewd.” You murmured in the shell of his ear.

Vash’s eyes went wide as he tried to hide his face in the large menu. “I-I will have-“ the man’s voice cut off in a groan as your hand rubbed up and down against his cock. Your fingers ran over his covered tip, no doubt growing its own wet patch.

“Come on Vash, the waiter doesn’t have all day.” You smiled.

Vash’s thighs shifted together, he wanted more friction at any cost. “Th-e same. Please.” His strained words made the waiter quirk his head but thankfully didn’t make his suspicions verbal. He took both your menus before heading off.

The blonde’s head fell on your shoulder, deeming that interaction the hardest experience in his life. “Did that take a lot out of you?” You cooed, your hand fully engulfing his erection with your palm. The fact you were manhandling his cock made Vash struggle not to moan across the entire restaurant.

He forced himself to let his pleasure out in pants, “I’m sorry for being so…”

“Naughty?” You finished while kissing his temple. Vash’s fingers dug into your arm, his chest clinging to the side of your body. His face bright red, the man flinched when your other hand graced his.

You pulled his hand low enough that it stood in between your thighs. The warmth of your skin and the wetness of your arousal made Vash whine. You were just as horny as him and the blonde couldn’t help the way his cock leaked from the realization.

Your hand let go of his own, but his stayed. He groped you softly, loving the way you felt beneath his fingers. “Did I do this?” He pushed out, eyes hazed.

More pressure was added to Vash’s covered cock, causing his head to press further into your shoulder. “Who else could it have been?” No words left the blonde, his tongue back to feeling too big for his mouth. You moved your hands back and forth, rubbing his erection fast enough for Vash to struggle not to moan.

“Seeing you shift and think such perverted thoughts. The way you can’t look at me, feeling your legs shake under the table.” You purred, watching Vash tremble under your touch.

Your thumb circled over the wet spot in the blondes pants, stimulating his tip so much it was agonizing. “All this over a panty shot? Aw Vash.”

“Y-you did it on purpos-e.” Your boyfriend whimpered in your ear. He turned his body and opened his legs more for you to touch him better. “I didn’t think simple panties would do this much damage. What do you do with my underwear when I accidentally leave them at your apartment?”

Crystal blue eyes became glossy as the red on Vash’s face spread to his ear. “N-nothing… I s-swear.” The blonde’s hips jerked up to meet your hand.

Pressure increased, causing you to manhandle the blonde’s poor erection. Vash choked, his panting becoming heavier, “f-fine. I lied, I'm sorry.” Your pace shifted back, allowing the blonde to continue to chase his high.

“What do you do with them, Vash?” You asked while nuzzling into the man’s hair. His hand still poked and prodded your panties, making it harder to not break composure.

His palm pressed flat on your clit, his fingers collecting your oozing arousal. The tips pressed deeper inside you, trying their hardest to be inside of you through the clothing.

“To-ouch myself.” Vash’s embarrassment kept piling the more he spoke. “I-I t-touch myself to them.” The blonde moan, practically bouncing in your hand to press you farther on him.

A smirk tore at your lips, knowing he was about to finish. His eyes were squeezed shut, lips crunched under his own teeth. What a pretty sight. What made it more breathtaking was the way Vash trembled when your warmth left him.

His cock jerked from the lack of friction, his fingers clinging to you as he whined no’s and pleases from his lips. Your fingers pat his thigh, and Vash swore the touch made his entire body tingle.

“We should finish this at home. We are at a restaurant, Vash.” You mumbled.

The blonde shifted his thighs together, his erection crying for some attention. Vash didn’t think he could survive another few hours of this…

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Trigun Yandere/Toxic!BF Headcanons

ft. Vash, Wolfwood, Knives & Livio x gn!Reader

rating: mature/18+ for dark content (no nsfw but contains very triggering topics) cw: established relationships, toxic relationships, abusive/yandere behaviour, gaslighting, possessive & obsessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse/demeaning words, implied threats of violence, implied unaliving, stalking, learned helplessness, isolation, kidnapping, imprisonment word count: ~1'300 a/n: here are some thoughts on the trigun boys as yanderes/toxic!bfs. credit to this post by @/yandereverse that i used as a prompt to get me going with these ideas. just a note to please proceed with caution, and be sure to review the content warnings before reading. there is no physical/sexual abuse described in this but this content can still be very triggering and it isn't for the faint of heart. you have been warned. stay safe.

Yandere!Vash

Yandere!Vash who is clingy and obsessive. He’s terrified to lose you or that you’ll leave him. 

Yandere!Vash is whiny and all of his thoughts focus and circle around you. There is literally not a minute of the day that goes by where you aren’t being obsessively studied in his mind.

Yandere!Vash is stuck to you like glue.The people who know you remark that they have never seen you without Vash looming over your shoulder.

Yandere!Vash needs to know where you are at all times. He literally goes crazy if he can't find you or doesn’t know where you are (yes, even in the confines of your shared home).

“Mayfly? Where are you? Come here baby, where I can see you.”

Yandere!Vash is soft and kind towards you. He never screams or yells and he never hits you, but he has a few strict rules for you. He will punish you severely (with tears in his eyes) if you ever break them. These rules are: (1) never leave the house without him, (2) always communicate to him where you are and where you are going, (3) no secrets, and (4) always wear the bell.

Yandere!Vash had fashioned a belled collar for you to wear. He makes you wear it. It’s simultaneously a symbol of his ownership of you and a way for him to tell where you are. The sound of its gentle chiming as you move about is one of the few things that soothes his feverous, anxious, and obsessive thoughts.  

Yandere!Vash physically clings to you a lot, but especially at night. He cradles you in bed and whimpers that he can’t live without you. That you are everything to him. If you leave him, he won't be able to go on.

 Yandere!Vash knows every little detail about you. He stalked you for years before revealing himself to you. During that time he obsessively committed all aspects of your life to memory. Yandere!Vash knows things like your exact weight and height, dates that are special/meaningful to you, your preferred foods and precisely how you like them prepared, the things you dislike and even the things that make you mildly uncomfortable.

Yandere!Vash knows more about you than you do.

Yandere!Wolfwood

You’ve never met someone quite as overprotective and overbearing as Yandere!Wolfwood.

Yandere!Wolfwood is bossy and controlling. He always knows what’s best for you and you have to listen to him. He won't harm you if you don't but you will regret it.

You always listen though. Yandere!Wolfwood is only trying to protect you after all.

Yandere!Wolfwood has your day planned out before you even wake up. He tells you what to wear and where to go. He’s mostly okay with you going to select places without him (unlike Yandere!Vash) but only if he has deemed it to be safe first.

Yandere!Wolfwood has worked hard to convince you that you aren’t capable of taking care of yourself. He may or may not have purposefully and secretly put you in dangerous situations in the past (then “saved” you from them) just to prove his point.

Yandere!Wolfwood doesn’t let you around anything that has the potential to cause you harm. This includes scissors, knives, and even sewing needles. He wants you pristine. He wants you safe. He wants you perfect.

In fact, Yandere!Wolfwood is the only one allowed to mark you.

Yandere!Wolfwood doesn’t hide or downplay his obsession or his desires from you. He’s always forthcoming about what he wants, even if it scares you. In fact, he likes scaring you, because it always drives you straight into his arms (even if he is the one you are scared of).

Yandere!Wolfwood is very physically affectionate and very demanding in his touches. His hand is always on a part of your body. Encircling your shoulders or arm, clawing at the small of your back, wrapped precariously tight around your wrist.

Yandere!Wolfwood praises you a lot whenever you do exactly as he says. He can be very demeaning in his praise though.

“It’s okay. My dumb little baby did their best. I wouldn’t expect any more of you.”

Yandere!Knives

Yandere!Knives is no laughing matter. He is dangerously possessive and manipulative. The way he uses you, manipulates you, and gaslights you is like second nature to him.

To be honest, there is no greater pleasure for Yandere!Knives than to bend and break you. The way his heart swells when you cling to him and whine that you love him and that you’ll be with him forever satisfies him like nothing else.

Yandere!Knives doesn’t need ropes or cuffs or cages to keep you in line. The prison he carefully crafts in your mind is more than enough.

Yandere!Knives doesn’t allow you to interact with anyone else (friends or family doesn’t matter) unless he is present. He manipulates you into thinking that they are all against you. 

Yandere!Knives is the one who takes care of you and protects you. He feeds you and clothes you and fulfills your every wish. You’re teasured when you’re with him. Your friends and family are just jealous and want to break apart the beautiful relationship you share.

Yandere!Knives gets murderous if anyone approaches you (be it for innocent or not so innocent reasons). Any moment your eyes are on someone else, Yandere!Knives will force you to focus back on him again. You’re his and he has no problem carving this fact into your very bones.

Yandere!Knives has never physically harmed you, but the dangerous edge that trails on the coattails of his presence always has your heart pounding with both excitement and utter terror.

Yandere!Knives is very possessive of your body. It’s his after all, and everything you do to it has to go through his approval first. Want to cut your hair? Get a piercing or a tattoo? Not until Yandere!Knives gives you the go ahead.

Yandere!Knives showers you with expensive gifts and always demands to see you wearing the jewelry he gets you.

Yandere!Knives also instructs you on what to say a lot of the time. He has trained you to reward him with gratitude and praise and respond to him in the way that he likes.

“Don’t you like your new necklace? You do? Then say it. Say, 'Thank you', baby.”

Yandere!Livio

Yandere!Livio is a delusional and impulsive sort of yandere. He believes the two of you are meant to be, that you are soulmates, and that there is no possible way that you could ever love someone other than him.

Everything you do, Yandere!Livio interprets it as a sign of your undying love. You glance at him? That must mean you think about him constantly. You smile at him? That means you’re head over heels in love with him and that you want to be together.

These delusions and Livio’s impulsive and insatiable need to be close to you leads to him kidnapping, confining you, and then desperately trying to convince you that the two of you are made for one another.

You beg Yandere!Livio to let you go and he begs you to admit your feelings. In the end, his stamina outmatches yours.

Yandere!Livio is soft and gentle with you. He is huge (which scares you initially), but he treats you as if you are made of porcelain. You have never known a brutal touch at his hands.

Your relationship with Yandere!Livio is actually pretty normal on the surface. He doesn’t restrict your movements or who you talk to. He takes you on dates and showers you with love and affection.

The only trigger for Yandere!Livio is any indication on your part that you aren’t happy with him or that you don’t love him. Things can get frightening if that ever happens, and Yandere!Livio won’t hesitate to confine you once more until you’ve “come to your senses”.

“Stop lying, sweetheart. Of course you love me.”

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It's the Thought that Counts A Vash x f!Reader Oneshot

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

summary: Vash admires you from afar, but he's too scared to ever admit his feelings. Lucky for him, a kind soul gifts him something that brings the two of you closer together. word count: 4'308 cw: pwp/smut, pre-relationship, sex toys, weird science/weird magical dildos??, handjobs (but not really), blowjobs (but not really), p in v sex (but not really), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, humping & grinding, some spicy guilt and secret feelings, pining, whiny to feral Vash a/n: The tagging is a total mess. I think you'll understand my dilemma once you read the fic. 😂 {AO3 Link} - In case you prefer to read on there

Any merchant on No Man’s Land worth their salt made it their business to travel. Only a merchant who was willing to cross the sands would make something of themselves. Hence, why the sand steamers were always so full of them.

Vash watched you from afar as you buzzed through the sea of buyers and sellers, eyes wide and wondrous as you poked your head into stall after stall full of goods that caught your attention.

A soft smile tugged on the corner of Vash’s mouth. It had only been a few months since he started traveling alongside you, and yet he felt like he couldn’t spend a day without you. Your smile, your quick quips and sunny laugh, your sometimes short fuse, and unwavering loyalty. Everything about you, Vash adored. 

The only problem was that he had never told you. As it stood right now, the two of you were just companions–just friends–and that was the way it would stay. Vash couldn’t tell you how he felt. He wouldn’t burden you with that, and he didn’t deserve even an ounce of your affection.

But despite the diseased guilt he bore, Vash yearned for you–so terribly and so deeply. Everytime he looked at you, every time you touched him, it tore him apart inside. Vash wanted to be with you, to be close, to be present. Not stuck 150 years in the past, where nothing but the bones of his sin and misery lie.

In the end, Vash was resolute about his decision. No matter the longing, he would keep his feelings hidden.

“Well aren’t you just the saddest little love sick puppy I’ve ever seen.”

Vash turned to face the voice directed at him. Turning a little to the left, he saw a beautiful middle aged woman–a merchant– with eyes so green they reminded Vash of the biodome that he visited with Rem in his childhood.

Wait…what did she say? Lovesick?

Vash smiled politely, a shy little chuckle escaped his lips.

“Oh! Me lovesick? Nah.”

One of the woman’s slender brows raised, and she appraised Vash with a look of total skepticism. Vash felt his palm start to sweat under that shrewd and scrutinizing eye.

“You want to get closer to her don’t you? What’s stopping you? You shy or something?”

Blood pooled in Vash’s cheeks, setting them alight as his eyes widened. He opened his mouth but his words jammed in his throat. The pretty woman smiled.

“Awww, you are shy.” 

Vash’s blush darkened.

“I–I’m not…”

The woman tsked, waving off Vash’s protest like it was an annoying insect.

“Stop being so timid. It’s obvious that you like her. And she likes you too.”

Vash immediately perked up at the woman’s words.

“She…she likes me? How do you know?”

“Well, she’s been stealing glances at you everytime you look away for starters.”

Vash’s heart skipped a beat. You were looking at him? Stealing glances, just like he did with you? He…never noticed. No, maybe he was too scared to notice.

The merchant heaved a sigh at Vash’s downturned expression.

“Look, I’ll help you out cause you’re cute. But this is a one time only thing, got it?”

And before Vash could even murmur a protest–let alone a question–the merchant shoved an unassuming black box in his line of sight. What was this thing? 

“Give her this.” The woman commanded. “It will help the two of you get closer.”

A cloud of utter confusion settled in Vash’s mind, jumbling his thoughts. Wait, who was this woman? Why was she helping him? And…what was in the box?

“What is it?” Vash asked.

The merchant's eyes lit up, and she smiled a coy smile. 

“Just something that will help the two of you feel closer.”

Then the old woman snatched Vash’s right hand. Vash was so stunned by the whole situation that he couldn’t even resist her grasp.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that. Now shhh! Let me focus.”

Vash and the woman stood in silence for what felt like hours, but it was likely only just a minute. When she finished, the woman grinned and released Vash’s hand.

“All done! Now go give it to her.”

Before Vash could even properly process what was happening, the strange woman shoved the black box into his hands, and then shooed him away from her stall.

Vash walked through the bustling crowd in a bit of a daze as he cradled the box.

What just happened?

“Hey! Thought I lost you, Vash.”

An involuntary tremor traveled down Vash’s spine at the sound of your voice. The melodic tone of it was so unique, so distinctly you. He could listen to you talk forever. He could drown in your words and die a happy man.

“What’s that?” You asked, pointing to the box in Vash’s hands.

Vash opened his mouth, but then paused. Should he really be giving you a gift? He so desperately wanted to see you smile–to make you happy–but what if it sowed the seeds for something that he couldn’t control? What if what burst forth grew so uncontrollably big that neither you or him would have the power to stop it?

But as Vash looked down at the innocently curious gleam in your eyes, he couldn’t help himself. He presented the box to you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Ah–well…it’s a present. For you.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, and Vash caught a glimpse of a shy little smile curling at the corner of your soft lips. God, the number of lifetimes he would give up just so he could kiss that mouth.

“Awe, Vash, that’s so sweet you shouldn’t have!”

You took the box from his hand with a beaming smile. The warm brush of your soft fingers against his own as you graciously accepted his present forced a dry swallow from Vash’s throat. 

Vash watched, transfixed as your fingers gently traced the intricate pattern engraved on the box.

“It’s so pretty.” You softly mused.

‘Not as pretty as you.’ 

You opened the box and sitting inside it–nestled in a little bed of silk fabric–was a hyperrealistic, pink, silicone dildo.

The blood poured from Vash’s face, and in that moment, he felt as if his soul left his body.

Oh no.

Vash was mortified–frozen in utter horror as he watched you stare at the shockingly realistic looking synthetic penis. You were completely silent, and for a moment, Vash seriously considered whether he should just fling himself off the charging sand steamer. It would certainly be a much less terrifying experience compared to this.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, you spoke.

“Uh…thanks?”

Turning the brightest shade of scarlet, Vash immediately snatched the gift from you. He secured the box out of sight behind his back as he spluttered incoherent apologies.

“I-I’m so sorry! I’m really, really sorry! That must have made you so uncomfortable and I didn’t mean it, honest! There was this woman at the stall over there, she gave it to me and asked me to give it to you! I had no idea what was inside!”

A curious expression crossed your features as you looked in the direction where Vash was pointing. When your eyes landed on the woman in question, she looked up from her wares. A huge beaming smile filled her face when she noticed the two of you staring. She gave you both a friendly wave before returning to her work.

A gentle laugh tumbled from your lips, and Vash exhaled the breath he was holding. The sound of your laugh soothed the panicked racing of his heart. You weren’t mad. Thank goodness.

“I think she was playing a joke on you, Vash.”

“I guess she was. I… gosh, I’m really–so sorry.”

Your eyes softened, and the gentle expression that crossed your features as you looked at him beckoned Vash like a siren song. You were so beautiful–so precious. He adored you so fervently that it almost bordered on the obsessive.

“It’s okay, Vash. I know you didn’t mean to make me uncomfortable.” 

You extended a hand out, and Vash stared at your open palm like it was the first time he had seen a human hand. 

“Besides,” You breathed. “I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.”

It’s…the thought that counts.

Oh, but if you only knew the kinds of lewd thoughts that raced through Vash’s mind in the middle of the night. You’d likely drop that gift and run for the dunes.

As Vash continued to stare at your hand–totally motionless–you leaned down and caught the path of his gaze with your own. Vash jumped a little, cheeks flushing brighter when he realized how close you were.

“Come on,” You cooed, beckoning with a curl of your fingers. “Let's have it then. It’s a gift from you, and I want to keep it.”

You want to…keep it? Like as a souvenir or were you going to…

Vash swallowed hard as he wordlessly placed the box back into your hands. He couldn’t look at you. He was sure that he would explode if he did.

Vash’s eyes fixated on your hands cradling the box. Then he heard the softness of your voice, and the tender words you spun transfixed him all the more.

“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”

(---)

After discarding his coat, shirt, and boots, Vash heaved a sigh as he plopped down on the hardened bed. Traveling coach on sand steamers meant small rooms that carried only the barest of essentials, but neither Vash nor you ever seemed to mind the cramped space. Besides, this way the two of you were able to afford your own rooms–a circumstance for which Vash was eternally grateful after what happened earlier that day.

Vash’s lips thinned, his cheeks turning red again as that mental image of you–staring wide eyed at the pink dildo in your hands– returned to further torment him. God, he was so embarrassed. What in No Man’s Land made him think that he could just give you a box without looking at what was inside it first? He couldn’t believe that he had done that to you, and what made it even worse was that you had accepted the gift with the gentlest of smiles. 

Vash groaned, rolling over onto his stomach as he buried his face against the pillow. Lesson learned. That was a mistake that he would never make again.

As Vash laid silently on the bed, hoping that sleep would come for him soon, he suddenly felt something…strange.

A twitch, a bit of an itch, down at the apex of his thighs. Frowning, Vash shifted his hips, adjusting himself in his pants in the search of some relief. But as Vash’s fingers shifted the fabric of his pants, a sudden and alarming warm sensation enveloped his shaft, as if someone had just wrapped their hand around his cock.

Vash leapt up in bed, twisting his body around so that he laid on his back. He stared down wide eyed at his groin, his patchwork chest pumping up and down with each of his panting breaths.

What…what the hell was happening?

The warm gripping sensation on Vash’s cock abruptly squeezes him tight, and the resulting spark of pleasure that shoots up his spine elicits a confused groan from Vash’s lips.

It felt like…like someone was…stroking him.

A little alarmed, Vash struggled to sit upright and get out of bed, but when that snug and sultry hold started to pump lovingly up and down his shaft, every bone in his body instantly turned to jelly.

Gasping out a sensual moan, Vash’s mind reeled as he surrendered his weight back down into the mattress. Sparks of pleasure erupted all over his skin and his entire body shuddered. Vash’s cock grew hot as it swelled, hardening and pushing against the fly of his pants with a demanding ache.

“Wha–how is this–?”

Vash’s words were cut short when that strange and foreign grip loosened, releasing the meat of his shaft only for it to travel upwards towards the head of his sex. A whine escaped Vash’s lips as the gentle touch circled around his tip, teasing him and coaxing out a wet glob of precum from his sensitive dick.

Yesss.

It felt so good. So amazingly good. And as Vash surrendered to pleasure, hips rolling shyly into that phantom touch, his lust fevered mind involuntarily conjured an image of you. 

You.

Laying so sweetly between his thighs. With your beautiful hands softly wrapped around his burning length, fingers slicked and glistening with the precum oozing from his pulsing tip. Your dazzling eyes were hooded–love drunk–as you hungrily eyed his cock. Then, you looked up at him, and smiled that perfect, gentle smile.

‘I’m not so prude that I’d refuse such a gift. After all, it’s the thought that counts.’

That’s when it hits him. 

The present. The one that he gave you earlier today. Vash didn’t realize it–never imagined that he would ever have to–but that dildo was no ordinary sex toy. It must have been some sort of freakish lost technology. 

The words of the merchant rang like a gong in Vash’s mind.

‘I’m attuning you to it. This gift won’t work unless we do that.’

That meant that…oh god.

Vash gasped as he felt that tight grip circle his shaft once more, stroking him from tip to base and building up that pleasurable coil in his gut at an alarming rate. 

That feeling–it was your hand. Every sensation that you blessed upon that fake cock was replicated just as strongly on him. Vash cried out as he felt your grip tighten, your fingers so slippery and eager to coax the cum out of his balls. 

You must have been playing with the dildo, silently and privately in your room. Vash shuddered, eyes fluttering shut as his lustful thoughts raced ahead of him. 

He pictured you lying on your bed, clothed only in your underwear…or maybe you were completely naked. Your eyes would be focused on the faux pink dick in your hands, tongue dashing out to wetten your lips as you played with your toy–Vash’s cock–with coquettish delight.

Fuck. Fuck!

Another rush of precum escaped Vash’s tip. He mewled, fingers clawing into the mattress as he began to grind his twitching sex against the ever growing tightness in his pants. He was so sensitive–so unbelievably turned on. He felt like he was going to come any second–completely untouched and merely at the thought of you.

“M-mayfly…y-yes–please.”

Mayfly. The secret nickname Vash affectionately called you in his head. You were the one he had yearned for for so long. You were the only one he wanted. But he couldn’t have you. Not like he wanted. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t…

A hot, wet stroke swirled around Vash’s cockhead, ripping a shuddering ‘ah’ from Vash’s lungs.

That…that–oh god– that was your…

The coiling tension in Vash’s core exploded, and he wailed openly with syrupy sweet pleasure as he came, hips thrusting pathetically into the open air above him as he spilled his load all over himself, completely soaking the front of his pants through.

The powerful orgasm thrummed through Vash’s entire body, leaving him a boneless and breathless mess. And just as Vash was starting to recover from his intense climax, he felt the hot and wet tightness of your lips pop the head of his cock into your wicked little mouth.

“Oh fuuuck!”

Vash grit his teeth, his over sensitive nerves pulsed and screamed in protest at your overstimulating touch. But despite the resulting pain, it felt so good. You felt so incredibly good.

‘Oh god. Stop…m–more p-please. Yes!’

You took the toy deeper, and ooohh–your mouth–so small and scorching and wet. Vash groaned, teeth digging into his lip as he felt you slowly sink down, swallowing the shaft with a dizzying eagerness that made him see stars. Vash felt the tip of his cock lightly touch the back of your mouth, and your throat abruptly tightened, squeezing the head of him for just a fraction of a second.

“Don’t p–push yourself.” Vash whined into the air. But he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he secretly wanted to feel that glorious sensation again. 

As if you’d heard him, Vash felt you back up, keeping only half of the shaft sitting comfortably in your mouth. Then, your tongue swirled, lapping and laving as you sucked on the cock between your lips with depraved vigor.

Vash expelled a choked moan, hips pistoning again with desperation as his cock twitched and leaked. The fantasy of you sucking on his cock, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes as he lost himself, made his heart hammer in his chest.

That sinful pleasure built up again, and sweat dripped down Vash’s body as he floundered on the bed–whimpering with abandon–chasing the forbidden pleasures of your mouth like a starving animal. 

“Mayfly! Yes! Oh god. I–I’m coming!”

Vash’s release hit him hard, the pleasure seared his nerves and stole his breath with its ferocious intensity. But as he rode out his orgasm–on the wave of your phantom touch–you just kept sucking. 

Vash sobbed, tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks as his every nerve seethed with sweet agony. He wailed and wept, he jerked and flailed, completely at the mercy of your blissful ignorance. 

“Enough! Mayfly, p–please stop. Stop! Please. It hurts! I c–can’t take it!”

The saccharine torment of your mouth ceased, and Vash exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief as he collapsed–utterly exhausted–onto the bed. 

Vash’s vision swam in and out of focus, and his entire body twitched in the aftermath of the powerful sensations that rocked him to the core. You had done this to him–left him a wet and sobbing mess on the mattress–and you hadn’t even the faintest idea.

Vash swallowed then heaved a sigh as he tried to catch his breath. 

That’s right. 

You had no idea what was happening right now. As far as you were concerned, you were just enjoying some alone time to yourself, innocently seeking out your own pleasure in the sanctity of your locked room. And here he was, getting off (multiple times) on these stolen touches.

Damn it. He was the worst.

Vash had to go over there. He had to go to your room right now and tell you what was going on, even if it meant embarrassing himself beyond repair in the process. It was the right thing to do. You needed to know the truth about that gift, and he owed you the deepest of apologies.

With limbs trembling, Vash grunted as he began to make his way out of the bed. Just as his feet were about to hit the floor, another invisible sensation coursed through him.  A wet and soft mound of flesh pressed gently against his cock.

Vash’s eyes blew wide open.

Was that your…

A warm, wet glide of your silky flesh stoked up and down Vash’s cock. You were pleasuring yourself with the dildo, stroking it up and down your wet pussy–impishly teasing yourself by catching the engorged head against your tantalizing entrance.

Oh, no. Mayfly…

More tears sprang into Vash’s eyes, his breath catching when he felt you gently press the head of the toy–and his cock–against your hole. Then, you slipped it back up to tease along your swollen little clit. 

Vash’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and every ounce of his virtuous resolve evaporated in an instant. He fell back onto the bed with sugary moan and a heavy *flop*.

Vash had always dreamed about what it would be like to feel you pressed up against him so intimately. He spent so many nights–quietly and shamefully–stroking his throbbing cock to the fantasy of taking you like he wanted. Indulging in your taste, pampering you with worshiping fingers, making you come on his tongue and on his dick. Over and over and over.

Vash felt you probe the tip of your toy–his tip–against your entrance again. Oh god, this was bad. You had no idea that the dildo he’d gifted you was connected to him like this. You had no idea that when you’d shove it inside you that he'd be able to feel every single inch of your sweet little pussy swallowing him up.

No more stalling. He had to tell you.

Vash clenched his teeth, muscles tensing as he was about to force himself up off the bed.

“Vash.”

Vash froze.

What…?

“Vaaash.”

A mewl. A soft call. A sensual cry. That was your voice and it was calling out his name so sweetly.

“Vashhh~”

He shattered to pieces. 

With trembling fingers, Vash unbuckled and unzipped his pants, releasing his cum stained and swollen erection into the cool night air. 

“Mayfly, s-sorry…I–I….” 

You sank the toy all the way inside of you, and Vash buried his face into the mattress, muffling his cry of rapture at the heavenly sensation of your soft walls encompassing him.

‘So good! Oh god mayfly, my mind’s going blank! It feels so amazing inside of you!’

As you held him motionless in your tight cunt, Vash shakingly crawled back onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow, pushing it down to his hips, and then laid down on top of it.

He wanted to pretend. Wanted to imagine–just for a moment–that you were lying beneath him. That he was holding you in his arms, that he was really inside of you. 

Vash felt you start to move, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of your sloppy sex and forcing Vash to gradually take in every silky, slippery inch of you. A deep moan rumbled out of Vash as he started to grind his swollen and sore dick against the pillow, soaking the fabric with his precum. God, he could feel every little ridge, every little pulse of your swollen walls. Everything. 

Then, you pushed the toy in as far deep as it could go inside of you–and Vash was left completely and utterly ruined.

The wailing plant clawed into the sheets, hips rutting against the pillow with heightened fervor as he chanted your name over and over into the night. Yearning maddingly for your touch, desperately craving every inch of your body, pining for your soft and gentle smile.

The heat, the pressure, the way your puffy walls twitched and squeezed adorably down when the dildo bottomed out inside you. It was too much. Too much.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!

You adopted a faster and rougher pace, and Vash sobbed when he felt your pussy clamp down, sucking in the length that you were fucking yourself on with a salaciously greedy appetite.

You wanted more–he could feel it–and Vash so desperately wished that he could give it to you. If only he could pin you down, spread you open, and worship you. Fill you up so full with cock and cum that you’d never leave the bed unsatisfied. 

 “Mayfly! Mayfly!”

The rocking of your hips got faster, and Vash felt so dizzy, completely lost in a delirious fog of lust and want. Shit…he was going to pass out, he couldn't come anymore, he was totally spent. But his cock was still so hard, still twitching and aching. 

He wanted more.

Pain and pleasure intertwined. Vash’s nerves burned from the overstimulation, but his hips kept thrusting. He couldn’t stop. He was already trapped in the coming storm–helpless and at the complete mercy of your beguiling and irresistible charm. 

Vash’s pace turned feral as he fucked himself against the pillow, drooling and weeping and howling as he ravenously relished in the feeling of your tight pussy. Your sex clenched, hot and pliant walls pulsing. You were so close, and Vash–in his eagerness to taste your release on his cock–started to babble incoherently into the sheets.

“Th-that’s it. That’s it, mayfly. Make yourself feel good. C-come. Come all over me, baby.”

And then, in the secret confines of that private moment, Vash confessed. He arched off the bed, body and soul trembling as he admitted aloud the feelings that had grown so devastatingly big inside of him.

“Want you! Want you! Oh god, I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you! I love you so much that I’m going insane! Mayfly, I–I’m going–gonna–”

Your pleasure peaked, and Vash cried out when he felt your cunt seize all around his cock, trapping him inside–milking him so affectionately. And at the height of your euphoria, Vash succumbed to his own pleasure. He whined into the mattress as he rocked his hips into the pillow, desperately imagining that he was in your arms, kissing and cooing your praises as he emptied his balls inside of you.

‘So perfect. You’re so perfect, mayfly. Love you, love you, love you.’

Vash exhaled a pathetic little whine as you slipped the toy out of you. The comforting feeling of your warm pussy disappeared, and Vash collapsed into a shivering, panting, and dizzy wreck on the bed. 

A flash of your gentle smile crossed his mind’s eye before he passed out.

“Thank you for the present, Vash. I’ll treasure it always.”

Thanks for reading! ❤️

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[yuujisbutthole]

i love it when you write vash jerking off at the thought of reader. Maybe a drabble where he secretly steals stuff from the reader and masturbates to it?

Also have fun camping! 💚✌️

pairing; vash x (GN) reader warnings; smut , !NSFW MINORS DNI! , masturbation , notes; he's a little pathetic but i love him

“G-God” 

He shouldn’t be doing this. His face is flush with embarrassment, but he makes no effort to stop. He knows what he’s doing is a little wrong, but he can’t help it. He grips onto the soft fabric of your shirt, pressing it against his face. He moans at the scent, grinding his dick into his hand. His back is pressed against the bed, his hand wrapped around his member. He can't seem to stop. 

He slides his hand up and down, while his metal one holds the shirt you had accidentally dropped. He had meant to return it to you right away. However, as he bent down to pick it up all he could smell was you. For some reason he decided to pocket the item of clothing and take it with him to his room. And now he’s using it to get off.

As he breaths in the sweet smell, his hand movements pick up. Gripping himself as he imagines your hand touching him instead. He imagines your fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him up and down. He thinks about the slight blush on your face, and those beautiful eyes looking straight at him. Would you talk to him? Would you tell him he’s being good to you? He lets out a moan at the thought, his eyes rolling back. He’d give anything to hear those words leaving those lips.

He grunts at the thought of your lips. 

Another thought pops into his head that almost makes his body shake. You, on your knees for him. Your lips wrapped around his cock. Swallowing all of him into your mouth, tongue flicking against his member. He groans and moves his hips up at the image of you looking up at him as you take his entire cock into your mouth.

He closes his eyes and pretends it’s you touching him. He pretends his own hands are yours. The smell from your shirt helps to make it feel incredibly realistic. He imagines your touch feels perfect. Your skin must feel so soft compared to his. 

With you on his mind, he grips onto himself and lets out a loud cry. He wants to know what you feel like- how you taste, and what it’s like to fuck you. He wants to bend you over so bad. His mind starts swimming with images of you sprawled out in front of him, begging for him to make you cum. You’d look so cute panting from his touch. He can see the look on your face now–

That thought alone is enough to make him cum. “Fuck. Fuck” He lets out as his dick pulsates. Thick ropes cover his hands and stomach, and he leans his head back again. He lets out a soft sigh and drops the garment in his hands onto the bed. 

He can’t give this back now.

[yuujisbutthole]

I'm thinking about Vash's Wanted poster in Stampede again--more specifically, the one from July City. Vash asks out loud, incredulously, "Why'd they go with this picture?", and I think we the audience are supposed to ask that too.

It's the level of detail that only someone who worships knows him well could capture: the slight furrows at his eyes, the shadows falling over his face and hair. The pose, so cheerful and thoughtful and a little overconfident--a pose we never actually see him make. Every line of ink says, equally (over)confident: This is you, Vash. I know you. I miss you. Come home.

It makes me wonder what Eye of Michael iconography of the "two Angels" looks like. Is Vash depicted similarly there, as a playful, kindhearted being? Or are Knives and Vash still twinned--equally unforgiving, looming over mankind as the shepherd them toward death? (Or are those entwined trees the only visage given?)

I like to think that Knives had such artistic intimacy waiting for Vash when he returned to his side.

Look, Vash, it's a rosary of us. Vash, sit for this portrait. Don't be ridiculous, our worshippers want to see us together. I want them to know every plane of your face, and love it. I want them to never touch you again. I want you to see and love the godhood I've blessed you with

After all, our faces were made in man's image, weren't they?

"Why'd they go with this picture", indeed...

[yuujisbutthole]

Cheer up!📣

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!

warnings/tags: cheerleader!reader,,,sharp shooter! Vash,,, injury,,,,University!AU/Modern!AU,,,,kinda suggestive? ur bf vash just looks good bestie,, self-concious vash,,, reader drags wolfwood with them b/c they made him drive,, Cheerleading at a football game,,,possessive vash(barely),,cheerleading outfit Vash :P,,,vash x reader,,,

⋆｡°✩inspir. from robin william's performance with the cheerleaders of the broncos

A/N: sorry for not putting anything up, it was a bit of a busy week and i needed some time away from looking at a screen for so long hehehe,,,here's another lil thingy i wanted to write when it popped up on my feed and by write i mean really wanted to write Enjoy!

p.s: i also opened a ko-fi if anyone wanted to donate a coffee!☕️

✨i’m also back on working on requests sorry for the late delays for those who sent one in! I will be working on them and trying to get them out as fast as I can!

The hard steps of heeled shoes on clean cut grass, the twirls of bodies and hips, and the glittering shine of outfits under the heat of the blistering sun.

Did you never get enough of it? No you didn't, maybe it was the charm to it!

...Okay definitely not the heat but the rush of the performance? Pretty fun!

Cheerleading was no easy feat especially if you get hurt during it.

And you were well known for not having the best luck.

"Coach please, I really need to perform, the routine isn't gonna look right if I'm not there-" You pleaded, limping behind your coach Roberto as he slowly walked to the sidelines.

A normal day of practice had quickly turned upside down when you accidentally tripped over your feet in the middle of the routine, bending your ankle in an odd way that you did not want to look at.

With a clipboard in his hands, the music continued to blast through the air as the rest of your teammates practiced just a bit away on the field. "As much as you wanna protest about it, I'm not putting you in. You hurt? Take a break." He rasped out.

Shit.

You watched as the realization grew on his face until he put a hand up to rub the bridge of his nose with a sigh "Now who the hell am I gonna find to take your place. No one in this damned place knows any of these moves besides you guys..."

You put a hand over your eyes in attempted to stop getting blinded from the sun, momentarily looking back at your team. The upcoming performance was against a pretty much bigger university and you knew ya'll couldn't let everyone down.

Who else could take your spot-

And it were if a lightbulb went off on top of your head, you gasped out at the memory. Maybe there was one person.

Out of all the times you've been unsure if you were doing a routine right, those insecure times in need of help, you've always gone to one person with a bit of a sharp eye.

"I think I know someone..."

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Vash liked to help people.

Well, it wasn’t a like really but more of a love. Sometimes he found himself trying to do the best he could for those who he loved and cherished even though he doesn't really know if he could.

A bit of a fault in the Saverem's head.

But he never really thought he would've been presented with something like this.

"Uh, I don't know about this... I don't think I'll pull it off."

"I think you'll look great Vash! Honestly, I really wouldn't know how to repay you if you did!" You cheekily smiled at your boyfriend, both of his hands clasped in your own as the both of you sat on your dorm room bed.

Really? He couldn't help but nervously laugh "I don't know if these-" You let go of his hands as he reached over and held up the garments that you had laid out next to you, the tips of his ears turning red from the thoughts. You wore this?

Thighs out, a cut top that showed more than he would've liked to the public, jeez Vash wanted to just wrap you in a blanket and hold you down until everything was over!

You definitely pulled this off but him?

"-Will fit me."

"Don't worry about it Vash, they’re stretchy!" You reassured him.

But you still saw the look uncertainty on him, his mouth tilted in a small pout and an eyebrow raised upwards, making you exhale and give him a soft smile.

"You don't have to do this for me ya’ know? Seriously, I can always perform next season, I mean this sprained ankle isn’t gonna heal quick so maybe I should listen to Roberto about this. “

“No.” Vash abruply cut you off, taking you aback when he turned the other way, hiding his face away from you.

Shit, did you bother him? This was a big favor after all, you couldn't blame him for saying no. You would've said it yourself if you had been asked too.

'Maybe it's too much for him...' You thought, before putting a hand up to put on his shoulder.

“Actually Vash, maybe I'll just rest. I can always tell Roberto change the routine or something! I know you have your shooting competition soon-“

Hearing Vash mumble under his breath, you leaned in closer, not having caught what he said. "What did you say?"

“...I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna do it. I'm worried if the outfit looks bad on me.” He spoke up before turning back to you, giving you a cheeky smile before setting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

"But I really don't think the shoes are gonna fit.."

And before you knew it, two weeks had passed and you watched on from the large bleachers at the field below as the fans roared all around the arena before the start of the game.

"So Vash did this willingly?" Vash's roommate Wolfwood flatly asked, leaning back lazily in his seat as you fixed the red jacket on your shoulders belonging to the spiked hair blonde.

"Yeah, he did."

Wolfwood crossed his arms, staring out towards the field as the countdown began ticking to its final seconds in a moments thought "Hope you taught him well."

You leaned to the side towards Wolfwood "I swear I'll pay for your gas Wolfwood."

"I don't think you understand, I had to really drive your ass all the way over here instead of indulging in my beauty sleep." He put a offended hand to his chest.

Did he really think you could've drove there with a swollen ankle?

"...I won't tell Milly you took her welcome lollipops from the entry way the last time you visited."

Wolfwood's head snapped to you, shooting you a glaring squint under his black sunglasses whilst earning a mischievous thumbs-up from yourself.

It was only a few seconds before he swiped his hand out and slapped the side of your knee "Just watch your damn boyfriend already."

Thank you for your patronage~

And when the buzzer rang, you really couldn't hear shit but the screams of football fans as the music began, and that infamous intro you've trained to for the last few weeks boomed out.

God, you kinda hoped he didn't second guess himself, as much as he was clumsy at moments, throughout all the time you've gotten to know him his memory did not fail him one bit.

Just breathe and go with the flow.

Thats what you told him the night before when he left back to his room, having practiced one more time with you.

You hoped he took it what you said to heart.

"Look! The cheerleaders are coming out!" A small girl that had been sitting behind you exclaimed with a pointing finger.

And out ran your team from the break hallway and into the field and in line. One by one, you quickly scanned the running line of cheerleaders crossing the field until you spotted the very out of place tall blonde.

Gotcha cutie!

Running out and following the line leader, Vash's white gloved hand waved towards the crowd as everyone screamed out, both in anticipation and surprise.

"WHO IS THAT?!"

"That's the uni's #1 sharp shooter! Vash The Stampede!"

"What is he doing there!?"

"Maybe he's promoting his team?"

Or maybe you should've gotten some binoculars because why was your boyfriend putting that outfit to work? Sure he was fit and all but damn.

A short white cropped top that ended at his waist with decorative diamond lining and a matching skirt and white heeled boots, the white shiny outfit was one reminiscing a more western look this performance and honestly you weren't mad... How did you never notice your boyfriend had hips?

Nope, not mad at all..

"GO VASH GO!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as the cheerleaders got in place. Picking up the pom-poms from the ground, with one hand on the hip and the other thrown up into the air, you watched as he was the last to put his hand up.

"LET'S GO!"

And with one hip sway, did the Vash slay.

[yuujisbutthole]

Exigent

A Badlands Rumble Vash x f!Reader Smut Oneshot

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

✤Summary✤: Vash is desperate for your attention. So much so, that he's willing to make a complete jackass out of himself to get it.

✤Content✤: PWP-porn without plot, pegging (strap is refered to as a 'cock'), spanking, anal fingering, mild degradation, fdom!reader, sub!Vash, dirty talk, begging, drool, dacryphilia, Vash is a masochist, reader is a bit of a sadist, no aftercare (i got tired). Pretty heavy dom/sub vibes to this one. You've been warned.

✤Word Count✤: 1'716

✤Author's Note✤: So I saw a post that said something along the lines of 'BR Vash is so breedable' to which I nodded and thought, 'Yep'. Then that made me think about what an absolute gremlin Vash was in BR. And then that made me think about this hypothetical scenario in which the reason why Vash was being such an over the top, cringey, shameless flirt was because he's secretly a hopeless, needy boy masochist that wanted the reader's attention. So, he decided to get it by purposefully trying to make them jealous.

TLDR: BR Vash has a lack of tact and I wanted an excuse to write a fic about pegging a needy Vash. Hope you enjoy friends! ❤️

NSFW below the cut

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A burning pain coupled with saccharine pleasure. It made for an intoxicating cocktail of sensations that Vash could never get enough of. Especially when those sensations were delivered by your divine hands. 

Vash had spent the last few days in a whirlwind of jumbled perceptions. He so hungrily lapped after your shadow, desperate for a taste of your gaze, the scent of your voice, the sight of your touch. But you had neglected him at every turn, and whether you had done so purposefully or not didn’t matter. All Vash knew was that you left him throbbing.  

‘Look at me. Touch me. Pay attention to me. Pretty please, mayfly.’ 

But your doting attentiveness never came, leaving Vash high and dry and with nothing to keep him company but his insatiable, frenzied ache.

Well, if you weren’t going to give him attention, then Vash was going to capture it through another means. Like a petulant little minx, he concocted a vexatious little ploy that would be impossible for you to ignore. 

His coquettish words, batting lashes, and frisky little touches turned towards another, leaving you as a bystander on the sidelines. Vash fervently and unabashedly devoted himself to his cause, all the while keeping you in the corner of his sights, lip bitingly eager to drink in your reaction.

But…you had remained stone faced, pulling Vash away from his target without so much as an irate glance. You apologized to the woman, but then secretly punished him with a little pinch to his arm.

That disciplinary little sting sent a lecherous tremor right down Vash’s spine and all the way to his toes. Your grip tightened. You noticed. 

After saying goodbye to your friends, you and Vash retreated to your shared hotel room for the night. Enshrouded in the privacy of those four walls, Vash quickly came to learn of your less than impressed view towards his bad behaviour.

Under your stern instructions, Vash undressed, then laid down on the bed, stomach pressing against the mattress as you shoved a pillow underneath his hips. His ass propped in the air, Vash looked back at you with sheepish anticipation. 

“You wanted my attention? Well, now you have it.”

Quivering and whining, Vash writhed against the sheets. Rolling hips humped his stiffening cock against the pillow as you took your time, slowly, sweetly and torturously tearing him apart. Piece by piece. 

You struck him, angrily yet tempered, and Vash’s teeth dug into his lips with concealed delight as his ass stung and reddened and swelled beneath your hands. When your lashing ceased, Vash mewled, his whimpering akin to that of a desperate animal as he basked in your soothing caresses of his torched skin. 

Eventually, you worked to spread his cheeks wide, probing him, stretching him, and fucking his twitching little hole open with your lubed up fingers.

And even though Vash was mortified, nearly deceased from the embarrassment of his debauched and degenerate state, he finally, finally had your attention. All of it was just for him. That thought alone was almost enough to make him come.

Pride to the wind, this was exactly where Vash wanted to be most in the world. Underneath you, crying and twitching and leaking as he was laid bare. Exposed, vulnerable, and at your complete and total mercy. You were the conductor of his sinful desires. Your eyes on him, your hands on him, your mouth on him, your body on him. 

You. You. You.

As you attached your strap around your lucious hips, Vash gaped, teary eyed and near delirious as you climbed on top of him, cock bobbing as you straddled his thighs and spread his cheeks again. Then, you gently sank the head of the shaft into his loosened ass.

Head thrown back, Vash howled as he succumbed to the stretching burn. He howled some more when the tip of your cock angled and pushed to brutally press against his swollen prostate. 

Vash’s breath dissipated and his vision blurred. Hot tears fell from the eyes he had squeezed shut. His knuckles whitened as he grasped at the sheets beneath him for dear life.

‘Fuuuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. More!’

With hips tensing, you withdrew and thrust harshly back into the recesses of Vash’s quaking, soft body. His jaw dropped, pink tongue lolling out and spilling drool as his breath exploded from his lungs with a wheezing gust. 

“You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

Your voice was stern, annoyed, but devastatingly euphoric to his ears.

“Y-yes!” 

A dark little chuckle rumbled in your throat, and Vash groaned as he felt a small gush of liquid heat soak the space between his cock and the pillow.

“Figured,” You drawled, hands tracing the scars that littered his back. “Such a dumb, needy boy. You wanted my attention and you didn’t even think to use your words, huh?”

Another harsh thrust, another desperate cry from Vash’s lips.

“But, I won’t have you doing that again, Vash. Next time, I want you to speak.”

Vash whimpered, then nodded vigorously before burying his face into the mattress.

“Good boy.” You cooed erotically, and Vash very nearly ascended to paradise when he felt your gentle fingers thread affectionately through his spiked hair.

“Let’s practice, baby. What do you do if you want my attention?”

Your hips began a slow grinding rhythm, lovingly digging your slicked cock against Vash’s sweet spot. More saliva dripped from Vash’s mouth, soaking the sheets beneath him. He had to swallow before he could form the syllables to speak to you properly.

“U-use my words.”

“Mmm hmm.” You hummed, hands moving down to massage his shoulders.

“What do you say when you want me to touch you?” 

The pace of your pistoning hips quickened and Vash’s back arched as another crack of nerve fraying pleasure erupted inside him, stealing his breath, rattling his bones.

“Touch me…please!” He gasped pitifully into the air.

Vash trembled as he felt you reach down, another whining moan escaped his lips as you grabbed his cheeks, spreading them further apart so that you had a better view of just how good you were wrecking him.

“That’s it, good boy. Now, what do you say if you want a kiss?”

Vash turned his head, eyes pleading as he watched you undulate on top of him. You were a vision. Sweat drenched and scalding, hair in disarray with lids hooded as you ensnared him in a lustful staredown, fucking him with both your body and your gaze.

And for a split second, Vash completely forgot what you had asked him. Hell, he even forgot his own name.

Your nails dug into the humanoid typhoon’s back, a sharp reminder of what you had demanded of him. With a guttural groan, Vash answered your question.

“Can I have a k-kiss, mayfly?”

A titillating smirk of satisfaction spread across your lips, and Vash was lost, mesmerized in his lust drunken stupor as you leaned down and claimed his mouth with yours. Hips continued to grind sweetly as your lips and tongues joined. Your teeth nipped his tender flesh teasingly as Vash moaned with abandon into your mouth. To him, your taste was an aphrodisiac of biblical magnitude.

Vash whined when you pulled away, his eyes lingered on your shimmering, puffy lips as you spoke your next words.

“What do you say, if you want me to fuck you?”

At your lewd words, Vash’s insides tightened around your cock. He groaned brokenly as you pushed in further, prying him open and rubbing against his prostate with such force that it nearly brought him to the point of pain.

“Mayfly! Mayfly, please!” 

Another sharp thrust from your hips silenced Vash’s gasping cries. Vash whimpered as his hips began to unconsciously rut weakly back against your own. The wet sounds of his flesh colliding with yours and the fullness of your hard and unforgiving cock nestled deeply inside his sloppy little hole, were driving him stark raving mad.

Vash keened, over and over, weeping and desperate with want for his release. But you would not give it to him. Not until he used his words properly.

With a broken wail, Vash relented, tears of exquisite yet hellish bliss dripped off of his every pleading word.

“P-please! Fuck me! Mayfly, please fuck me!”

And you did just that. 

With a soft chuckle, you started to thrust into Vash at a rapid pace. Vash’s hungry hole swallowed and milked your strap again and again with your every movement. Vash cried out your name, whimpering, and moaning and begging like a depraved harlot each time he was filled anew.

“M-mayfly! Feels so good! Ah! Ah! I-I’m-!”

Maintaining your rhythm, you leaned down, salacious lips and hot breath brushing against Vash’s ear.

“Use your words, baby. Show me what you’ve learned.”

Vash’s entire body started to shake, straining against the tightening ecstacy in his gut. God, he knew it was wrong to incite your jealousy in the way that he did. He knew that he should have just talked to you. But to be at the epicenter of your lust driven anger was a forbidden fruit that he just had to possess. Had to taste.

‘It’s wrong. It’s wrong. But it feels so good! So good!’

“Mayfly! P-please. I’ll use my words next time! I promise. I promise! I’ll be good! J-just, please let me come. Please let me come on your cock. Pleeeasse!”

Silently, you reached beneath him, found his one perked, pink nipple and pinched it harshly between your thumb and forefinger. 

Vash sobbed with garbled rapture, and then you whispered;

“Go ahead, sweet thing. Come on my cock.”

“Ah! Ah! I-I’m coming! Mayf–mayfly! Oh god, I’m commMMM~!”

A deliciously sinful euphoria rocked through Vash’s body, ricocheting from nerve ending to nerve ending, ripping a high and whining cry of deranged pleasure from his throat. 

Vash’s vision faded and returned as his entire body clamped around yours. Arching and trembling, his insides pulsed and twitched ever so sweetly around the hard shaft inside him, while his cock oozed the evidence of his release.

The reward of your attention was a fervid addiction, one to which he did not know the cure. Luckily for Vash, this was a dependence that you would always lovingly indulge him in.

Secret end note: This is my way of feeding you all while you patiently wait for the last chapter of Absolution. I'm sorry it's taking so long.

[yuujisbutthole]

To give you something to chew on while you're in timeout, how about Vash's partner teasing him by wearing his coat and only his coat when they want his attention one day?

Yes, I absolutely can! Hope you don't mind I applied my own little Vash head canon that he sorta fucks like a dog in heat. He just gets way too excited way too quickly. I was able to keep this one gender and anatomy neutral so this fic is fit for all! CW: Rough(?) sex, slight cock warming.

Vash was busy. Why was this damn blonde always so busy? Vash always pampered you with love when he wasn’t, but you wanted more of his attention. The one thing you hated the most was that you often found yourself waking up alone. Vash always snuggled you to sleep, but he would rise first and start his daily routine, allowing you a few extra minutes of sleep.

As you arose from your drowsy state, your hand slid over the mattress next to you, feeling the cold spot where your special someone had been lying when you went to sleep. Frustration built up in you, and a drawn-out groan escaped your throat. For once, you wanted to wake up in his arms.

You rise from under the sheets, glancing around the empty room. Peering just beyond the door, you can see the blonde eating a breakfast he’d prepared for himself, his attention focused on the delicious eggs and toast he was cramming into his mouth.

You’ve had it. You’re going to get his attention. You’re going to make Vash *need* you. Your eyes drift over to his signature red jacket, lovingly folded onto the nightstand. With a quick motion, you discard your nightgown and pull the jacket tightly around your body. It’s a little bit hard on you, but you can work with it.

You saunter out of the bedroom, letting out a loud and dramatic yawn to catch his attention. "Good morning." 

His eyes shot up from his breakfast, and his jaw nearly hit the table at the sight of you. Front body exposed by the opening of his jacket, which was slipping off your shoulders with every step you took. He felt a throb shoot between his legs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you stroll into the kitchen. "What happened to your nightgown?" He asks softly, his hand uncomfortably resting on his thigh as his erection begins to form slowly.

"Oh, I accidentally knocked my water glass onto it. Couldn’t find anything else, so I thought I’d borrow this." The lie came from your lips so sweetly. He knew it was a lie, and the way you played it off innocently made that throb hit harder.

His gaze lowered upon watching you bend over to pick up the towel you "accidentally" dropped, staring right where he wanted to slam his cock into. It was torture seeing how you took your sweet time to stand back up.

You turn to look at him with a sweet smile, batting your eyelids in innocence. You can see that tent in his pants; his cock is desperate for freedom from its cage. You grab your items and begin your stroll towards the table. As you set your things down, you "accidentally" brush your hand against his throbbing erection.

Now you’ve done it.

Desperate moans from both of you fill the dining room, the rough creaking of a wood chair mixing with that lovely sound.

Your little game set Vash off in a flash. He had yanked you into his lap, desperately fingering you to get you going, just as you had done to him. As soon as he got you ready enough, he shoved himself right in and was merciless with his pace.

Two strong arms were gripping your hips, forcing you to bounce in his lap with a pace that had you seeing stars. Vash was fucking you like his life depended on it, moaning so loudly that it was almost drowning out your own. "E-Easy boy…" You glance back at him, seeing the drool drip from his mouth. He really is like a dog in heat.

Your words fell on deaf ears. The moaning mess of a man only goes harder, his hips frantically bucking upwards to get as deep as he can inside of you.

"Good…so good…" He whimpers out rather pathetically, his voice airy. His brain was fogged with lust and the need for release.

"Please Vash… Take it easy, baby…I’m gonna…" You can’t even get your words out. Vash knows exactly what you were about to say, and he wants it. His fingers grip roughly into your hips, fucking into you at a pace that is nearly inhuman.

You scream out as your orgasm crashes onto you, your hole tightly squeezing around the blonde under you. It caused him to let out a loud and desperate moan as he shoved in as deep as possible, spilling his seed inside of you.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in close as your back presses against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, heavy breathing escaping his lips as the two of you calm down from your high together.

Vash hasn’t pulled out of you yet, and you know exactly what that means. He’s just waiting for you to calm down before he fucks you again.

"How many rounds were you planning?" You ask softly, your voice laced between your heavy breaths. "All afternoon, baby... I’ll treat you to a good dinner tonight as a thank you, I promise." He presses his cheek against yours, turning his head to place a gentle kiss.

As you adjust your legs to rest on the table, you chuckle gently, ready for Vash to start his next round.

"It's going to be tough walking for the next few days."

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How about Vash who is jerking off to the thought of reader every night and not be able to look her in the eye the next day? he is always feeling so guilty about it and is struggling to talk to reader without remembering the filthy scenarios they thought up the last night.

I'm gonna love embarrassing Vash, I love for his suffering (jkjk)

TW: masturbation (Vash), sexual fantasies,

Guilt ate at Vash's conscious, reprimanding him for what he was doing. Yet despite the voice in his head telling him to stop, Vash couldn't.

Whimpering moans filled his silent room, his flesh hand jerking his hardened cock in quick movements. Mouth hung open, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he pictured your beautiful face, hips bucking upwards.

Vash felt disgusted with himself, he felt perverted and shameful at the cum dribbling down his shaft, hand coated in his seed at having only thought of you. Dragging his prosthetic hand over his face, wiping the sweat away as he slumped back, groaning.

How could he ever face you, look you in the eye after performing such a self-indulgent, perverted act. It was already bad enough having to travel in that claustrophobic car, seeing you squished between himself and Wolfwood, those soft hands cushioning every bump against his prosthetic. Those same hands against his chest, that beautiful chest of your own pressed into him when Wolfwood crushed you in favour to argue about Meryl's driving.

Vash moaned, low and guttural at his new erection, whimpering as his fingers trailed against it. What he would give to have your hands caress it instead of his scarred palms, feeling those soft, moisturised hands stroke his cock until he was begging for more.

Pulling up his shirt to shove in mouth, muffling his whimpers, Vash shamefully indulged himself once again. The image of your innocent smile driving him forward.

"Morning Vash! Did you sleep well?" The Humanoid Typhoon startled, eyes wide as you apologised for scaring him.

The moment your eyes opened, those beautiful irises shining innocently at him, yet all Vash could do was think of you bent over moaning his name. He instantly looked away, neck burning as he blushed furiously at such sinful thoughts, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"Ye-yeah guess I slept alright..." The blonde swallowed thickly, brought back to how he moaned out your name, fist squeezing his cock until he came from a mere thought of you.

"I'm glad! Though even if you didn't you always find a way to sleep in the car." Curse that sweet head tilt, the way you just looked at him had Vash shudder at reserved anticipation.

All Vash could muster was a silent nod with a shaky double thumbs up, a crooked smile on his face. You were clearly unsure what was wrong with him, awkwardly patting him on the shoulder before walking off to help Meryl pack.

That touch, that simple touch had Vash tense, a sickly sweet scent rising from his crotch. Vash groaned at the pheromones arising, looking around in hopes no one noticed his predicament.

The worst part was now he had to travel for hours with you right besides him, feeling your body pressed against his. It would drive Vash absolutely crazy.