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springnote · 1 year

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Eat You Up

Vash the Stampede x gn!reader (nsfw)

warnings: nsfw minors dni oral sex (m receiving), brief overstim, alien (plant) biology, praise kink

Note: this was just supposed to be a little fic abt how I imagine what Vash’s “stuff” is like but I got carried away. Shoutout to @pinkanonwrites’s work if you enjoy smut abt Vash being a needy little plant

“Wait don’t do that please—”

“Huh?” You gasped as you blinked in confusion at the man in front of you. “Vash?”

The spiky-haired blonde was looking anywhere but at your face, his cheeks and ears red as he gently pushed you off his chest. Your brow furrowed at him, trying to figure out what exactly went wrong. One moment you were gently kissing him on his nose and cheeks and he reciprocated with soft press of his lips on yours, yes it escalated from there to wet kisses, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for couples to do.

Vash could be a pretty jumpy guy at times, he’d yelp when you gave a playful smack on his arm, or sniffle dramatically when you’d tell him “no” when he’d try to take your slice of cake, but seeing him genuinely distressed was concerning. You hadn’t been dating long, but you were one of his best friends, and you knew he’d been through some…rough times, so you understood he could get upset at times, and rightfully so, but never from displays of affection.

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, petting the back of his head soothingly as his gaze flickered around. “Do I smell bad or something?”

“No! You smell amazing!” He blurted out, smiling sheepishly before continuing. “It’s not you…it’s me? Heh, that’s a cliche I guess huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk about it.” You said carefully as you sat him down on the couch. “What made you uncomfortable?”

“I…” he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, cheeks turning pink again. “Well we were kissing, which I love! But then it got more intense yknow and you moved your hand…lower. And I just can’t let you.”

You stared at him in confusion again, you’d almost forgot you’d moved your hand down there amidst your frenzied kissing, but it was kind of hard to forget the bulge you’d felt down there. Now your mind was more concerned with if you’d overstepped his boundaries.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You apologized, but he only shook his head.

“No no, it was nice, but I don’t deserve it,” he sighed, a slight tremble on his lips. “I don’t deserve to be touched like that by you.”

“Vash, why would you say that?” You frowned, your heart aching for him.

“I’m not the great guy you think I am…” he sighed.

“You’re the greatest man I’ve ever known,” you refuted him. “Baby, I know there’s things you feel guilty over, but you know I adore you.”

He gave a weak smile and a mumbled thanks in reply, but something still didn’t feel right.

“It’s something else isn’t it?” You questioned gently, rubbing your thumb over his hand as his face turned pink.

“Shucks,” he sighed. “Well you see I’m…I’m different down there.”

Your brain tried to catch up to that comment, but your mouth was already responding. “Baby, you know I’d love you no matter how you look.”

“But I’m serious! You know I’m not…human.”

You gave a gentle smile as you leaned closer, clasping his hands as you spoke again. “Vash, you’re always there for me, let me return the favor please? If it feels uncomfortable or anything you can ask me to stop, I just want to show you how much I care about you.”

There was a pause as he tried to look anywhere but in your eyes, but he couldn’t hold out too long before his baby blues met your expectant gaze. He shivered slightly, but he didn’t draw away, letting you scoot a bit closer to wrap your arms around his neck. You moved slowly so you didn’t possibly scare him, and after another pause, he finally spoke.

“Please…you can stop if I’m too weird or anything down there, but…I do want you. Pretty please.”

Heat went through your spine at his sweet pleas, your lips meeting in a soft kiss as you helped him slip off his jacket. As you licked at his lips to deepen the kiss, you felt him lifting the hem of your own shirt, but you stopped him gently as you wrapped your hands around his wrist. He let out a displeased whine as you moved back, looking like a sad puppy, but you quickly reassured him.

“This is about you baby,” you smiled, leaning him back against the blankets. “Take your shirt and pants off for me okay?”

He nodded fast enough his hair flopped around his forehead, making you giggle as you watched him shyly remove his clothes. His ears were a deep red as he exposed his scarred chest, looking away as his prosthetic limbs were also put in full view. Before he could cover up or get spooked, you placed your palms on his chest, smiling at him.

“You’re so beautifu,” you sighed out, placing a gentle kiss to his throat before moving down, noting what made him gasp and whine.

“But I’m—” he started to speak before a whine slipped from his throat.

“No baby, all these,” you gently ran your hand down his scars. “They’re proof of how selfless and brave you are. All of these are from you protecting innocent people, they reflect your inner beauty.”

One of your hands went to massage down his arm, admiring how his robotic legs shook gently from anticipation as you caressed him. “Every part of you is gorgeous and perfect, I only wish someone had told you sooner.” You placed a gentle kiss to the knuckles of his prosthetic hand, a sharp whine making you look up at him through your lashes.

“Babe…” his lip trembled again, he looked like he was about to cry, and you gave a few feather light kisses to his tummy to distract him.

“You’re doing so good,” you reassured him again, hooking a finger in the band of his tented boxers. “May I take these off?”

He nodded weakly, croaking out a “yes” before moving his arm over his eyes, embarrassment coloring his face again.

Eagerly, you helped him lift his hips so you could slide them down his legs. You tried not to look at him until you dropped the boxers to the side, turning back with anticipation before a gasp left your lips. Vash dared to peek down at you, only to see the way your eyes widened as you stared down at him.

He was right about being “different” down there, but it most certainly wasn’t bad. Instead of a usual dick, what looked bit like a tentacle stood up, flushed a soft blue with glowing lines as it curled against his abdomen. The head was slightly shaped like the head of a mushroom, a light purple color that matched the swollen balls underneath his member. A small nub that resembled a flower bud appeared to be tucked above the tentacle as well, almost seeming to peek out more the longer you stared.

“Babe..?” He questioned as he breathed heavily, nervousness flashing in his eyes. He almost seemed like he was about to cover himself, but your hands went to his thighs to push them apart, making him gasp as you stared even more intently.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, mesmerized as you took him in. “Vash you’re breathtaking.”

Vash let out another weak whimper as he gave you a wobbly smile, happily accepting a quick peck on the lips before you crawled back down his body. The tentacle between his legs pulsed at your attentive gaze, small beads of a glowing precum oozing from all sides when you reached your hand for it. You tilted your head curiously, eager to touch him but not wanting to just jump in.

“Let me know if anything doesn’t feel good okay?” You said, waiting for him to give a small nod before reaching out again.

As soon as you delicately wrapped your fingers around his tentacle, he sucked in a sharp breathe, his hips bucking up slightly. Trailing your hand up slowly, you felt the precum moisten your hand, licking your lips as you neared the tip. Vash let out a choked moan as you rubbed your thumb on the head, smearing more precum across it as more seemed to ooze out, making Vash’s hips stutter.

You have a few more gentle pumps of his length before leaning closer to plant a kiss on the underside, your other hand drifting down to carefully cup his balls. Vash’s face was turning redder as he gripped the sheets to keep from bucking into your touch, his breath hitching when you gave a small squeeze to his sack as you trailed kisses up his dick.

“You’re so handsome Vash,” you purred before placing a kiss right on his tip. “I bet you taste amazing too.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you never found out what he was going to say before he let out a yelp when you gave a light suck to the head of his cock. The large head felt like it got bigger in your mouth as you wrapped your lips around it, a sweet but tangy taste filling your mouth as you swallowed around him. Vash gripped the sheets under him in fistfuls, biting on the back of his hand as you continued swallowing more of him down.

“F-fuck (y/n)!” He moaned above you, accidentally jerking up into the warmth of your mouth. “More! Please?”

Your heart fluttered at him asking for more, indulging him as you bobbed your head a bit more, carefully breathing through your nose as you got closer to the base. More precum leaked out of him when your lips finally touched the soft skin at the base, making him moan again when he looked down to see you hollowing your cheeks to swallow around him.

You set a nice rhythm of moving your head up and down his cock, pushing your elbows out to the sides to keep his trembling thighs spread wide. One of your hands trailed down to cup his balls softly, your other stroking his hip whenever a whimper sounded above you. “That’s it sweetheart,” you cooed as you let your lips off his member with an obscene pop. “You still doing good?”

“Yes!” He yelled out, his eyes a little glassy when he looked down at you, sweat on forehead as he panted. “M-more please starlight. Please angel please.”

The small nub above his cock caught your attention again, appearing to peek out more as Vash got more blissed out. Feeling a little curious, your hand on his hip danced over to the small bud, lightly touching it with the pad of your thumb to gauge his reaction. When he let out another high-pitched whine, you gave in to your curiosity more and carefully massaged it between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Fuck!” He yelped, his hips bucking up violently as he arched off the bed. You jumped a bit at his reaction, worried he was in pain, but when you noticed the pout on his splotchy face you gave another gentle squeeze. “Fuck! (y/n) do that again…”

You couldn’t help smiling mischievously as you went back down on his cock, licking the underside again as you pinched and rolled his bud between your fingers. Vash’s skin from his chest to his face was red and splotchy, sweat glistening on him as he white-knuckled the blankets under him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth when you took him all the way to the base again, stroking the skin between his tentacle and balls gently.

“I-I’m close I think!” He choked out.

You didn’t say a word in response, refusing to move your mouth off his pulsing cock as you gave his swollen bud another squeeze until you felt a strange sensation in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Vash’s hips stuttered violently as he came down your throat, cum gushing out of the tip and sides of his cock as it softened in your mouth. You let out a low moan as you tasted the tangy, warm juices, the large head of his dick weighing on your tongue. The sensation distracted you momentarily, and you didn’t realize your fingers were still massaging his bud until he whined obscenely at the overstimulation.

Pressing one last kiss to the his tip, you pulled off Vash and slowly crawled up to cuddle him, but stopped when you noticed the tears on his cheeks. “Oh no, oh my god I’m sorry are you okay baby?” You gasped as you reached your thumb up to wipe them away.

“Yeah,” he croaked, a dopey smile on his face as he cupped your hand in his. “Sorry that was just…wow. You’re amazing babe.”

You giggled as you observed how thoroughly blissed out he was. “Im glad you enjoyed that baby,” you smiled back at him, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You’re so beautiful, I loved every minute of it.”

He giggled a little in response, cheeks still dusted a dark pink as he snuggled his face into your chest. “I love yoooou.”

“I love you too Vash.” You chuckled again, kissing his forehead before you wiggled out of his hold.

“Hey wait!” He yelped as he pulled you back, sending you atop his chest. “Where ya goin’?”

“I was gonna get a washcloth and clean you up.” You blushed, noticing how his strong arms were gripping your ass tight.

“Nuh-uh,” he grinned, suddenly rolling over to pin you to the bed. “You’re not going anywhere.”

His lips pressed into yours hungrily, your tongues melting together as he pressed you into the mattress. You let out a small whine when his lips left yours, watching him shuffle backwards to grip your hips and sling your legs over his shoulders.

“Time to return the favor.”

#trigun x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun smut #vash smut

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wonderwomanfantasy · 1 year

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Hi, it's your favorite anon, Vash getting jealous of other flowers and remarking his partner as soon as possible sounds nice (is his pollen as hard to get rid of as glitter? imagine it stuck in their hair). Now tell me about Knives.

wow I'm so glad you asked about knives completely unprompted hehe but first, you did ask about Vash and the flower thing so let me expand:

Imagine Vash taking you to a sanctuary, watching as you run through the field in amazement, you've never seen plants and flowers like this, and for a while, Vash is just so happy that he got to be there as you saw this all for the first time. the look on your face is priceless and he's just happy you're happy.

then he gets this weird feeling in his chest when he sees you touching and smelling the flowers, getting your face close to the petals, and smelling them. It reminds him of when you go down on him. He knows its crazy to get jealous that you're smelling a flower but then he sees you have pollen on your fingers and he has half a mind to fuck you right there out in the open, pressing your body down into the flower bed and reminding everyone here (he means the flowers) who you belong to. and to be clear when Vash says that you belong to him, he also means that he belongs to you, which is why you don't see him running around flirting with all the flora now do you?

he would never do that tho...pin you down and fuck you in public I mean. he's still a little insecure when it comes to sex, he's hesitant to ask for it let alone ask for it in such an open place like this, but when the two of you get home he will pin you to the bed and ask if you like his flower just as much as the others.

as for the pollen... it's a nightmare, it's fine and sticky and ends up all over you, it's hell trying to scrape that shit off, made even worse by the fact that Vash looks so genuinely hurt when you try to clean it off. that he won't say anything but he'll just look at you with those big sad puppy dog eyes and now you feel guilty for trying to get clean in the first place.

Some men leave Love bites, Vash doesn't tell you when some of his pollen is stuck In your hair. He feels so dirty when he sees it too. because no one else even realizes what it is, but he does and he knows how it got there. it makes his heart beat faster.

Now Knives:

while Knives can do the same things with his flower as Vash, he absolutely refuses to bottom, you will be taking his cock and that's final. his vines are also different, they're spiked like rose thorns and bite into your skin when they wrap around you.

if you're lucky and Knives is head over heels in love with you or something (he is and you can't change my mind) the thorns might dull themselves a little bit, just enough that they dimple your skin where they press into you but they won't actually cut,

He also uses the vines attached to him to be a lot meaner than Vash. Vash holds you close to his body, Knives uses his vines to manhandle you into the position he wants and then whips you with them if you aren't being good for him.

even if he is in love with you, or whatever, he's still sadistic in the bedroom and is so ready to remind you that you are a pathetic human and he is the superior being here, you should be the one worshiping him and bowing to his every whim. he's also much, much stronger than you and is more than willing to remind you of that fact.

he's so keen to remind you that he isn't human, he doesn't get tired the way that you do, he could fuck you until you pass out from exhaustion and then go for a six-mile run. it's never quick when Knives decides he wants to fuck you, hell he probably took the whole day off just to fit you into his busy schedule.

Just like Vash, he leaves you covered in pollen, unlike Vash, he will verbally protest if you try to take any of it off. you work in a facility with dozens of plants, and human-plant hybrids, what if one of them gets the wrong idea and thinks that you're for the taking? absolutely not. Knives is as aloof as he is possessive. he may not get to see you often and he is cold even at the best of times but that doesn't mean that you don't belong to him.

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thank you again, Anon.

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novasintheroom · 5 months

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A home for you and me

Combining these two asks since they both ask for the same line! Hope you don't mind <3

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.9k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: It's a new chapter in your lives.

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

It’s a hot day. Most people are avoiding the worst of it by staying indoors, where some have cooling vents from the Plant, and others just have shade.

Vash feels sweat drip down his back, his knuckles lightly cramping around the cloth handles for bags laden with food stuffs. He’s happy with the haul from the market. Fresh fruit and vegetables, with synthetic meat that didn’t look too grey. This town really was a good place to settle down. He’ll have to tell you again when he gets home.

Home.

What a strange concept. Over one-hundred and fifty years on No Man’s Land, and Vash could hardly call any place truly home. Sure, there’s the ship, Home. Luida and Brad are wonderful. But he never wanted to overstay his welcome there, always leaving within a few days to hoof it once again across the deserts and try to repent for his wrongs. And always being on the run as either an outlaw or just an unwanted or unwelcome stranger made it impossible to settle down anywhere.

Until now.

Home comes into view as he rounds a corner. Sitting along a row of similar houses, it’s small, built of metal and rock and precious few beams of wood to bend in the desert winds. Three painted pots sit near the door – a craft you’d insisted on doing to help brighten the outside with more than oranges and browns. The string lights sway in the slight breeze over the doorway, waiting to turn on once the suns dip lower and the shadows come.

Someone might say it’s not much. But give them a century of travel, and it’ll become the best thing a man has seen.

His left hand turns the handle of the door – unlocked, you probably saw him coming through the window – and goes inside.

He only has a moment to hear your squeal and drop the groceries before you launch yourself at him. He catches you, feels your legs wrap around his waist to keep yourself locked in place. He is pummeled by your lips on his jaw, his neck, his cheeks. “Mayfly – !” He’s already overheated, but this is making it worse. “What are you – “

“I’m so happy we have a house!” You exclaim, planting a big kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’m so happy you get to get groceries!”

Ah, zoomies. You’d been doing this lately, just too happy to have a house to do anything but run around or kiss him. He lets out a laugh, pulling you into a hug to stop your onslaught. “Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?” He walks into the hallway, gently kicking the door closed behind.

You snort and pull back with a look. “You know you love it.”

He hums. “I’m sure the neighbors love it too,” he says. Still, he leans forward and catches your lips in a full kiss.

When you pull back, you finally put your feet back to the floor and stoop down to gather the grocery bags. “C’mon, I’ve been rearranging the furniture and I need to get your opinion. Oh, also, one of the neighbors came by and gave us a casserole! Isn’t that weird? She was super nice, though. I think she said she lives a few doors down, but I’ll have to check again. I think she has those two teenage boys that we saw walking earlier. Looked a lot like her!”

You wander down the hall, expecting him to follow at your heels, just like when you travelled. But Vash has to take a moment. You’re carrying groceries instead of supplies for camp. There’s food in the house, a place to safely lay your heads. You cut a beautiful figure, knocking into the corner as you go to the kitchen with what he brought home. Already trusting he got the right supplies, that this is going to work. You want him to look at the furniture.

You pop your head back in the hall when he doesn’t immediately show up. Your face falls, and you’re rushing to him. “Birdie, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” You reach up, and Vash is surprised to feel tears being wiped away. He hadn’t known he was crying. “Did something happen at the market?”

Vash takes a moment to rein it in. Then he pulls you into a tight hug, a watery laugh spilling out. “I’m just…really glad we have a home.”

You coo and rub his back. It still has all the scars and metal plates under the shirt. All the reminders of where he’s been, what he’s gone through. You feel your own tears prick in your eyes. What you would give to make that go away. But it’s what made him the man he is today, and you wouldn’t have him any other way. Your sweet man. You rock him side to side with your feet and whisper, “Me too, sweetheart.”

Vash sniffles into your shoulder, glasses pressed into the crook of your neck. Then he pulls away, sighing and wiping his eyes. “Alright, alright, I’m done.” He laughs. Then, looking down, he asks, “One more kiss? Please?”

With a smile, you say, “See? I knew you loved it.” You go to your tiptoes and press your lips to his.

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #self insert #reader insert #nova writes #150 Bullets

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vshthestmpede · 1 year

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Hi there!

Could we get some headcanons for vash, nick, and knives and what pet names they use for their s/o and how they would use them? Like in what situations they would use them? And what their s/o would call them in return?

Thank you 🫶🏻

the boys & their nicknames for their significant other

word count; 896

warnings; none, this is just some sweet stuff to alleviate the constant trauma our boys (and subsequently, we enjoyers) go through

note; i am such a damn sucker for cute nicknames, so this request was super fun to write!! tysm for requesting, i truly appreciate it <3 so sorry for the lack of things, covid has been kicking my butt lately on top of college ;-;

cross-posted to ao3

VASH

mayfly + lovebug

to make up for the lack of pda, vash makes sure you know how he cares by the way he calls for you

as soon as it starts, your real name is out the window and you're only to be called by the pet name he bestowed on you

you love the way it rolls off his tongue, like it was meant for you

started as a private thing as vash prefers to keep his love life under wraps but eventually became something he was proud to use in public amongst those he trusted

"good morning, mayfly."

you stretched the sleep out of your joints, blinking to adjust to the bright sunlight. vash had himself propped up on his forearms, twirling your hair around his fingers gently.

"sleep well?" he asked as you turned on your side to face him. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead as you nodded. "good. we don't have to leave for another hour or so, wanna snuggle?"

you responded by pulling him closer to you, burying your face in his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers lazily drawing shapes into your back.

"how'd you sleep, lovebug?" you murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.

vash grinned. "lovebug, hm? that's new."

you shrugged and readjusted, looking up at him. "well i thought with mayfly i needed to come up with something similar."

"fair enough, i like it." vash chuckled. "very creative. i slept okay, had a weird dream though."

"is that so? tell me all about it."

WOLFWOOD

my star + handsome

you never took wolfwood to take to romance or any of the cheesy aspects of being in a relationship

however, being a man who wasn't given any real love growing up, he craved it more than anything

of course, he'd never show it to the other three, so things like nicknames were saved solely for time between the two of you

you savored those times, enjoying the softer side of the undertaker

he would tell you how there were billions of stars in the sky yet only you were his, the brightest and most dazzling in his eyes

you pounded on the bathroom door, fed up. "c'mon, princess, i'm sure you look amazing now open the damn door!"

the door swung open and nicholas, hair still wet and messy, gave you the coldest stare behind his sunglasses.

"the hell did you just call me?" he asked, blocking you from moving past him. "no, no, no. you've never called me any sort of name before and now you just -"

"i'll keep calling you it if you don't let me use the damn bathroom," you snapped back, grabbing his arm and literally pulling him out of the bathroom. "thank you!"

coming out of the bathroom after finishing your business, you held back a laugh when you found nicholas sitting on the edge of the bed with his lips pressed into a tight frown. you flopped on the bed next to him, pulling him down with you.

"oh my gosh." you laughed as he turned away from you with a small 'hmph'. "c'mere, handsome."

instantly, he melted into your embrace, clearly much more pleased with the new nickname.

"that's better," he murmured.

"you're such a big softie," you chided playfully, brushing his hair from his face. "never change, okay?"

"yes, my star."

KNIVES

sunshine + sweetheart

if you thought it would take knives forever to even acknowledge the feelings you two shared, just imagine how long it took for him to take up on any sort of romantic gesture

you were at the helm in this voyage, showing him acts of affection first to egg him on

quickly you both learned he wasn't the biggest on physical touch but definitely enjoyed the whole concept of nicknames, something that made you stand above the rest even more to him

despite that, he found himself fighting on what he thought would fit you perfectly

you had cycled through the generic ones (babe, baby, etc.) but decided that sweetheart was the winner the way a goofy, almost childlike smile appeared on his face when you called him it the first time

knives refused any help on coming up with your nickname, demanding he figure it out himself

"i've got it!"

your head snapped up from your book as the piano playing suddenly ceased and knives stood, knocking the bench over at his abrupt movement.

"are you alright, sweetheart?" you asked, pushing yourself up out of your chair and heading towards him. he met you halfway, taking your hands in his excitedly. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"you're my sunshine, (name)."

he had said it so happily, staring right in your eyes as he declared his newly thought of nickname. you felt your heart race at the simple gesture and the look on his face, basking in the joy that radiated off of him.

"i love it." your hands moved from his up to cradle his face. "what made you think of sunshine?"

knives leaned into your hand, proud of himself. "you just. . .you light up my life. you're so warm and caring, it's like you're if sunshine was a human."

your heart swelled at his kind words, this soft and sweet side of knives - albeit rare - was something you treasured and would always hold close to your heart.

#trigun knives #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #knives millions #millions knives #millions knives x reader

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peachy-posy · 8 months

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Stargazing (Vash the Stampede x Reader)

Summary: An encounter with a bounty hunter leaves you feeling uneasy.

A/N: Vash has me in a chokehold, all I can do is write fics. Pls send help. Anyway, I am once again combining elements of both 98 Vash and Stampede Vash because best of both worlds and all that <3 Posted here on AO3

Warnings: Non-graphic violence, strong yearning (pre-relationship ofc), idiots in love

Word Count: 2.5k

Today was too close.

Rapidly cooling water drips down your sore arms as you hug your knees to your chest in the bath. The only sound in the bathroom of the quiet inn is the occasional drip of the faucet leaking into the cloudy bathwater. You close your eyes, resting your forehead on the tops of your knees.

A bounty hunter had caught you both by surprise. The pair of you were nearing the next town in your travels, laughing and chatting with each other like always. You had been admiring him; how the sunlight made his hair shine like gold, how his brilliant blue eyes would sometimes peek over his sunglasses if they slipped too far down his nose when he laughed.

Then, there was a gunshot.

It was all so fast. The rapid shifting of his expression made you feel like someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water over your head. He shoved you, and then you were on the sand, looking up at him as a bullet tore the side of his shoulder.

You were frozen, the shock of it gluing you to the ground. He was virtually unphased, drawing his gun with a focused expression and frightening efficiency. He fired a single shot, and you registered someone grunting in surprise. Vash taking off in that direction was what shook you out of your stupor - you scrambled clumsily to your feet, drawing your revolver and following him.

The rest of it was a weird blur in your memory. The fight ended the way all of the other ones do. But for some reason, this one was so different. You couldn’t get the image of Vash being struck by the bullet out of your mind, even now.

The bullet that was supposed to hit you.

Luckily, it was just a graze. He didn’t even really need much first aid. But while he laughed and shrugged it off, you trembled the whole way into town.

You open your eyes once more, blinking a few times to focus your vision. The cloudy water ripples gently around you, and you realize that you are shaking. The water has grown quite cold, and you take that as a sign that it’s time to get out.

After pulling the drain, you lift yourself out of the old tub, carefully maneuvering over the ledge. You make quick work of toweling yourself dry, wanting to escape the chill of the water. Goosebumps raise on your skin regardless.

You change into the set of clothes you brought into the bathroom with you, running a brush through your hair carelessly. You didn’t have it in you tonight to care all that much about your hair of all things.

After finishing up, you reach for the doorknob, but find yourself hesitating just before reaching it. The idea of sitting in the room with Vash made you feel nauseous.

What a great friend you are.

You feel sick with guilt over that stupid graze on his shoulder. Logically, you know that it’s not your fault and he doesn’t blame you. You know that you would have shoved him out of the way if your positions were reversed. You know that both of you have had much, much worse injuries from various encounters with enemies. So, why are you feeling so weird?

You swallow thickly. Suck it up. Stop being weird and go sit with him. Talk like you always do.

Inhaling deeply and finding your resolve, you square your shoulders and open the door. He’s sitting on one of the two beds in the room, cleaning his gun meticulously. Locks of his golden hair fall in his face, and he shakes his head to the side to move it out of the way. You find yourself smiling fondly at his focused expression, his bright eyes flicking up at you for a moment before returning to his task. He smiles softly, hands working all the while.

“Hey,” he calls softly.

His focused expression, while endearing, reminds you of how he looked earlier today. You feel your resolve crumble, and that constricting feeling squeezes your chest once more.

“Hey,” you manage weakly, walking over to your old, worn boots sitting by the door. You sit down, lacing them up.

Coward.

Out of your peripheral vision, you see him look up at you, more intently this time. He says nothing for a moment, likely seeing if you plan on explaining where you’re going.

“Everything okay?” He finally asks, the silence stretching on long enough apparently.

You tighten the laces with a firm tug and sigh. “I’m okay. I’ll be back in a little while.” He seems like he’s about to question you some more, so you add in a teasing tone, “Go have a bath. You could use it, Stampede.”

He gasps with mock offense, his hand clutching his chest. You crack a smile, and you can tell he’s stifling a smile of his own.

“You’re so mean!” He pouted.

You finish with your laces, standing up and putting your hands on your hips. “Doesn’t mean I’m not right!”

He frowns playfully in response, and you shoot him a grin, turning to face the door. You reach for the knob, but the sound of your name from his lips has your hand coming to a halt before reaching its destination. You turn your head to the side, silently waiting for him to continue.

He catches your eye, hesitating as he settles on what to say. “Be careful,” he finally murmurs softly, and you give him what you hope is a reassuring smile. You feel more guilt squeezing your heart at his affectionate expression.

“I will,” you promise. With that, you twist the doorknob and quietly leave the room.

You don’t even know where you’re going. You left with absolutely no plan, letting anxiety and avoidant tendencies drive your decision to flee the room. You let your feet guide you out of the building, walking onto the small street. At this hour, there aren’t many out. You pause, sighing and lifting your gaze to the clear sky. The stars look stunning.

You know where you want to go.

There is a large rock formation right near the inn. You remember seeing it on your way into town today. The vantage point it would provide would make for some excellent star gazing.

You walk around the base of the large rock aimlessly for a bit, trying to find a way up. Eventually, you stumble upon a small, worn portion of the stone, making a path of sorts. Looks like the locals enjoy coming up here too.

You slowly make your way up the rock, the worn, smooth path becoming clearer as you ascend. At the top, you find that there are lots of flat spaces to sit down at, so you choose one near the edge. The ground is cold, the air is cold, but it’s all worth it for the view.

The rock sits behind the inn, tall enough to be above the buildings of the town. You can see the vast, open desert stretch as far as the eye can see in every direction. The inky, dark sky is clear, the stars glittering brilliantly above you. Your cold, wet hair clings to your skin as you hug your knees to your chest. You feel most at ease under the night sky like this. Your problems feel small in magnitude when they are compared to the vastness of the universe.

You don’t know how long you sat in that spot, unmoving, thinking about both everything and nothing. It was apparently long enough to warrant a search party of one, though, you soon find out.

You feel a sudden warmth drape over your shoulders. You turn around, but know who it is before seeing him. The warmth surrounding you comes in the form of a long, red coat you know very well. Your eyes travel up the tall figure behind you, eventually finding his own staring down at you. The look he gives you is nothing short of fond exasperation. You are certain your confusion is clear on your face, because how did he find you?

He crouches down, reaching for your wet strands of hair. He lets a small, wet lock slide between his fingers, and he sighs.

“You’ll catch a cold out here like this, Mayfly.”

You clutch the red coat that is engulfing your frame, drawing it against your chilled body more tightly.

“How’d you find me?”

He sits down beside you, close enough that your shoulders are brushing against one another.

“Because I know you. When in doubt, I go to the highest point I can find, and you’re usually looking at the stars up there.”

Well that makes your chest feel weird. You didn’t even consciously do all that, but he knows you well enough to spot those subconscious little patterns and habits.

“Oh,” you breathe out, not knowing what to say.

He doesn’t suffer from the same predicament, apparently, because he keeps going.

“I also know you well enough to know when you’re avoiding me.” You suck in a breath, ready to cut him off and argue that statement, but he shushes you, continuing. You relent begrudgingly, because… well, he’s not wrong. “Let me explain! It’s okay - well, it’s not necessarily ideal, but I’m not upset. I just want to know what’s wrong.”

Oh, this is dangerous. Because you’d tell him anything he wants to know if he looks at you like that for much longer. He locks eyes with you, gazing at you so earnestly, so kindly. You start to look down to avoid the eye contact that has you under its spell, but he quickly reaches out to lift your chin back up.

“Please, Mayfly. Let me in.”

The dam cracks ever slightly.

“How’s your arm?” You ask, and he furrows his brows.

“It’s… fine? Why?”

He’s wearing that black turtleneck he always wears. You reach out to gently graze his arm, keeping your touch featherlight. He watches you curiously.

“I don’t know. I really—“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, feeling stupid. “I’ve just felt weird ever since you… well, you know.”

He regards you for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He says nothing, prompting the dam to crack a bit more.

“And I know today wasn’t that out of the ordinary. I know that. But…” you feel the traitorous burn of tears in your eyes, but keep going. “It scared me. That’s all.”

His expression doesn’t give much away, but you swear he seems… sad. Yes, definitely sad. You furrow your brows as he gives you that fake smile, the one you know he hides behind so often with others. It hurts to have it directed at you.

“Listen… I completely understand if you don’t want to travel with me anymore. Having danger constantly at your heels? It is scary. Of course it is. I know that better than anyone.” His voice is soft, and there’s a melancholic sound to it that you recognize from spending countless hours with him. He takes a deep breath, continuing. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to protect yourself… this is your life we’re talking about. That’s something that’s precious, something that needs to be protected. I promise you, there will be no hard feelings if you want to part ways.”

Wait, wait. What is he saying? Does he think you’re afraid because the bullet could’ve hit you?

Well of course he does. Why would he think otherwise? You haven’t explained yourself. This is probably the most logical conclusion for him to jump to.

“No! Vash, wait, no. Please,” you reach out, taking his hands, halting the rambling he was engaging in while you sorted your thoughts out. “Listen.”

He obeys, watching you carefully, and gives you his attention with a nod.

“I wasn’t afraid for me. I was afraid for you.”

He looks completely taken aback. “Me?”

You frown. “Yes, of course you!” You squeeze his hands, not liking how surprised he sounds. “I care about you a lot, and today, I think I just realized that I need to do better. I need to be better. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all if I’d noticed that bounty hunter the way you had. I don’t want you getting harmed, especially not because of me.” Your voice trembled as you spoke. At some point during your admission, the tears you’d held back finally spilled. The dam broke. You sniffle, turning away from him.

He breathes your name so softly, you almost miss it. “C’mere.”

You feel arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close, and you don’t hesitate to curl into him. He holds you tight, hand threaded in your wet hair.

“I’m okay. No more tears. Not for me,” he murmurs, resting his chin on the top of your head.

It’s at this moment that you realize the true crux of the issue. You are terrified of losing him. He has become the most important person in your life, and so many people want him hurt or dead. That’s terrifying. This man, this kind, gentle person, is so hated for no reason.

He’s become so much more to you than just a travel companion, or even a friend for that matter. That… is also a terrifying thought.

“I promise I’m okay. And I’ll be okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

You pull away from his chest enough to meet his eyes. “I’ll always worry about you.”

He softens, a smile forming on his lips.

You lean back into his chest, sitting together quietly, neither making a move to separate from the other. You watch the starry night sky, leaning your head onto him. His arm stays wrapped around you, keeping you close.

He’s the first to break the silence.

“It’s… nice,” he remarks softly. “It’s been a while since I had someone to worry about me. Or to cry for me.”

Your eyes widen, heart breaking at his words. This world has been so, so unkind to him.

“I know that sounds bad to say. I guess I just mean… I’m glad I have you,” he whispers, chin resting on your head. You can hear the smile in his voice.

This starts a whole new wave of fresh tears. You turn around and face him, a tear sliding down your cheek. If you weren’t so heartbroken by his words, you would’ve laughed at the expression of pure panic he gives you.

“Wait! No, don’t cry! I’m sorry!”

Shifting to sit on your knees in front of him, you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug. You feel his jacket slip off your shoulders, but you don’t care.

“It doesn’t sound bad at all. I’ll be that person for you. Always,” you murmur. “I’m sorry that people have been so cruel to you. If I could undo the hurt that others have done to you, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

You feel him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, reciprocating the embrace as he processes your words. Though belated, he’s holding you just as fiercely as you’re holding him.

“Please… stay with me. I know it’s selfish to ask—“

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me, Stampede.” You smile at him. “I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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So its a tradition? Weird

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: P in V Sex, Oral, male receiving, smut, smut in a stream, feather play, cream pie, multiple cream pies, orgasm, multiple orgasms, Fantasy AU, Bad flirting

Word count: Roughly 5.6K

A/N: A follow up to my fic from new years day A so called God on a mountain top? Well, better then freezing to death where I didn't last when I said I was taking a break from writing. So without too much preamble from me.

Following the events on the mountain you find yourself meeting the strange god once more. I wonder if you're in for another round of fun times with the God of spring and new beginnings.

Following your interesting night on the mountain things with the village did change, you were greeted when you left your home as the sun rose with choruses of good morning, and in general, most of the villagers had a friendlier attitude towards you.

The old man who lived at the edge of town, not so much but you didn’t think there was any way to change his mind. He still spat verbal venom about you being there and how it upset the community and how you shouldn’t be sticking your nose in the mountains business.

The man who passed for the village mayor told you to ignore him and you fully intended to.

You also did your best to follow the strange blond man's single request of you on the mountain, to leave it better than you found it. The first day the small bag that held your notepad and camera had been packed to the bursting with garbage and it didn’t seem to put a dent in what you found.

Now you brought a larger garbage bag with you each day and had an alarm set on your watch for the last hour of what you considered your working hours. You were putting a serious dent in some of the trash that had been left behind on the slopes and that seemed to make the villagers even more friendly.

Invited one night to sit with a woman maybe a few years your senior and her family for supper. It was a grand time hearing about life in the village and seeing the woman’s children play while the adults spoke was heartwarming. After said children were put to bed you stayed sitting in their garden with them and speaking more. They had offered you a few drinks which you had turned down and opted for water instead citing you hadn’t had a drink since you arrived and you still needed to work tomorrow.

“Did you both grow up in the village?”

“Of course, though I went away for a few years for school. Yet something kept calling me back.” Her husband answered taking a sip of his own drink.

“You just wanted to make sure you got a chance to have a date with me.” The woman laughed good-naturedly. “Though it would have been easier if you asked me instead of creeping up the mountain after me when I was left at the slab.” That has your attention.

“Oh?”

“You were scary, so showing up after everyone else and professing my love made sense.” He turned towards you as you asked and let out a little chuckle. “It’s how a lot of couples start dating here actually, the man follows the lovely lady up after she’s been selected to be the sacrifice and offered his ah, devotion the best way he can.” You don’t miss the way he says it to hide the double meaning in his words.

“Usually the village mayor leaves a ring somewhere for them to find on their way down the mountain.” This little bit of information has your mind reeling, and you aren’t going to voice how what you were pretty sure was the mountain god showed up for you. If it had been regular sex you might have thought you were having a trick played on you, but those feathers had been too real to be anything else. Well and his stamina.

“Well, I have to ask then. Why did you all drug me to get me up there?” At their looks of concern towards one another, you wonder if maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

“Honestly I’m still pretty ashamed of what we did myself. It was suggested as a way to scare you off from coming back, I’m sure by now you’ve seen how outsiders treat the mountain and we didn’t want someone adding more garbage or bothering the wildlife. It was kind of narrow-minded of us.”

That’s an understatement but you won’t hold it against these people, not when you’ve seen what other visitors have done to the mountain. “Just don’t do it again. Or at least ask me first, I was scared I was going to freeze to death.” You take another sip of your water and you’re glad for the subject change to your research. Talking for a while and trying to get your mind off the new information, but you won’t ask what would have happened if no one had come for you.

Later that night as you head back towards where you’re staying you pause in the center of town as the wind seems to sweep along your skin and under your clothes. Looking up towards the mountain top and an overlook that can see the village you could have sworn you saw a figure wrapped in feathers looking down. Giving your head a shake before you kept walking. Maybe you should have had that drink if you were going to imagine things.

As the weeks passed you often found the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge when you were on the mountain. Always that sense as if you were being watched and sometimes you felt your body break out in a sweat for no reason, biting your lip when it happened and wondering if it wasn’t Vash playing tricks on you.

So today when your skin felt like it was on fire you stopped what you were doing, almost throwing your shoes off in your haste and your pants following as you wadded out into the stream running down the mountain. Sighing in relief as the slow waters from the ice melt that originated higher among the peak chilled your legs while you looked skyway.

“Perhaps I should have tried that sooner closer to water if I had known that would be your reaction.” That same soothing voice is ringing out around you and you feel the vibration of it in your bones. Keeping your eyes closed as you answer him.

“If I had known this was what you wanted I would have stripped a lot sooner.” You’re in the water up to your knees but already you can feel your core growing damp, wondering if you’ll have a repeat of last time. “Am I leaving the mountain better than I found it?”

A brief chuckle from him and you hear the sloshing of water around his ankles as he joins you, the brush of feathers along your arms before they’re replaced by his hands sweeping over your limbs and the heat of his body pressing into your back. “You were before you threw your shoes and pants in a pile.”

“Does that mean you’re not happy with me?” You try to keep your voice from giving away the fact you’re teasing him, last time you had been tied to a slab and his first concern had been getting you down the mountain. You aren’t sure how he might respond to your teasing this time, even if he is the direct cause of your partial strip.

“I am displeased.” His voice has that low rumble to it that makes you shiver and your pussy throb and clench as the tip of his nose traces along the shell of your ear. His warm breath washes along the sensitive skin as he speaks, feeling his nose move down the cartilage before digging into your neck with his lips nipping at the flesh where neck and shoulder meet. “I wanted your shirt off as well.”

You can’t help but laugh, a sound that seems to echo around the partially enclosed space of the stream that you suspect was formed by the waters slowly eroding the softer rocks on one side. You’re well aware that even if someone else was on the mountain right now the two of you are in a spot tucked out of sight. “Then take it off.” Lifting both of your hands up and behind you so your fingertips can brush against the golden and black locks you remember.

Instead of removing it, you feel his hands slip under the hem one palm gliding across your stomach while the other climbs higher to play with one of your breasts. At the same time, you hear and feel him humming as his mouth keeps dragging along your neck while you’re dragging your fingers along his scalp. Taking note of the different texture you feel, some of his hair is soft like the down of a bird which reminds you of his feathers that are behaving compared to last time. Other sections of his head are covered in coarse dark hair that are rough reminding you of quills almost. At least you’re assuming it’s the darker strands based on memory and the curve of his neck under your fingertips.

It’s fascinating as you keep exploring with your fingers and he seems content to breathe deeply against your neck while exploring your skin. The fingers of his hand are dexterous as they push the fabric covering your chest around to play with the tender flesh covered by your bra under your shirt. Letting out a few hums of your own as you tilt your head to try and look at the man behind you. “I’m curious.” You let the words out slowly, still moving your fingers and glad he doesn’t stop his own exploration as he gives you a louder noise you take to mean to keep talking. “I’ve spoken to the towns folk, it seems like their sacrifice thing is more of a matchmaker game than anything. Why’d you come for me?”

His mouth barely leaves your neck as he answers and his words tumble around your skin in a way that makes your core clench harder. “No one followed you and I didn’t want you to freeze, an attractive young woman like yourself.”

“Oh. So you find me attractive? Kind of funny for a god.”

“Gods are allowed to feel attraction, are there not stories of them taking mortal brides and rearing offspring in some cultures?” While he voices it as a question you don’t miss the laughter coloring his tone while you chuckle.

“Good deflection. Though they are stories and I didn’t bring up offspring.” Hoping you don’t poke him in the eye or anything as you slide one of your hands from his hair to his face. Feeling those same handsome features you’d seen that night.

“All stories carry a grain of truth. To answer your question, I do find you attractive.” Turning his head from your neck and nuzzling into your hand before kissing it. “Very attractive. It’s been difficult to not approach you before now and tell you how I’d like to feel you again.” Grinding into your back you don’t miss his hard cock between your cheeks, your panties forming a thin barrier between the two of you.

You laugh feeling your face warm because of Vash once more, though for a very different reason than why you stripped to get into the water. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to start comparing you to Zeus. I’d prefer not to since him and his dick seemed to cause most of the problems in Greek myths.”

“I have heard of those stories. I’d also prefer if you didn’t compare me to him, however, it doesn’t change the facts you have been on my mind.” Sliding his hands from under your shirt and placing them on your hips, gently guiding you to turn around and face him.

He’s still as breathtaking as before with those bright teal eyes regarding you as something precious. Taking a moment to sweep your eyes over him and enjoy the vision in front of you, his feathers are loose around his body his battered flesh on display and you find him as handsome as the first time you saw him. “Funny, you’ve been on mine too.” Lifting your arms to wrap around his neck, watching as some of his feathers glide away so you’re touching bare skin. Leaning so your chests are touching once more and tilting your head hoping he picks up on the nonverbal cues that you want a kiss.

A quick upturn of a corner of his mouth and he lowers his face to slot his mouth over yours, caressing your lips with his while his hands rise to rub along your back and pull you flush against him. It’s easy to fall into the movements of the kiss as he leads and you’re happy to follow, parting your lips and letting his tongue slide against yours. All the while his cock is trapped against your bodies his heat radiating into you and you aren’t sure if the dampness on your panties is from your own core dripping into the fabric or the precum pooling on his tip before trailing down his length. Or a mixture of both.

As the two of you part you don’t miss the haze of lust in his eyes and you know what you want that’s for damn sure. “I wanna feel you inside me again.” Hearing him groan at your admission as you slide one of your hands down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling under your touch before wrapping your fingers around his length and pumping him. Not that he needs it but you don’t want the foreplay not this time, but you might as well try to smear his precum along his warm flesh so he’ll feel better inside your walls. “Please Vash.” Nipping at his lips as you wait for him to give you some kind of signal.

“You need prep to take me. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice is rumbling out of him again, like rocks hitting slides of the mountain as they tumble down it but his cock twitching in your hand tells you far more.

“You won’t Baby, you won’t.” Running your tongue along his bottom lip as you whisper against him. “Please, Vash.”

“Very well then.” That didn’t take much convincing but you’re not going to complain, certain his quick agreement is because he’s just as desperate to be inside of you. It’s awkward but you hook one of your legs over his hip and with one hand shove your panties aside and line him up with your soaked cunt. A short moan as his head presses into you before Vash snaps his hips forward spearing you open on his length, any noises you were about to make were lost as Vash catches your mouth with his.

The hands that had been trailing along your back and now gripping your ass as he hoists you up higher, wrapping your legs around him in response and your hand rejoining the one still around his neck. He wastes no time pumping up into you with his tongue moving the same way in your mouth, lost in the pleasure of his cock dragging against your insides you miss as his feathers move to wrap around your thighs and help him keep you up in the air. The sound of wet skin slapping is lost to the babbling of the stream and with the pace Vash sets it takes no time before you cry out as your first orgasm hits you. Head thrown back as your cunt clenches tight around his dick that has you stretched wide to accommodate him and you feel your sweat dripping down your back.

A hiss from Vash before you’re hoisted higher, mewling at the feeling of being empty while your walls are still spasming and he spurts his release onto the ground. You let out a cry of dismay wishing that he was still inside of you and pumping his come into you. “I didn’t have time to ask.” He’s panting wildly with his head tilted back and you see his nostrils flair as he breathes deeply.

Lifting your fingers to his jaw and trying to move your sluggish body against his to lap at the sweat along his throat. Humming “Baby. Vash. I want you to come in me, take that as permission moving forward.”

Chuckling as his hands knead the meat of your ass. “I have a few errand trickles I can put in you while we recover before the next round.”

“Let me down” you whisper as you get an idea and when your feet touch the ground you’re peeling your shirt off and tossing it to join the rest of your clothes before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“What are you” Groaning without finishing his questions as you grab his cock and lick a hard strip with your tongue flat from where his sac attaches to his dick up to his head. The noise he makes is absolutely sinful and your body is already warming at the thought of having him inside your pussy again. Lapping at the glob of creamy fluid that pools at his tip like it’s an ice cream and you don’t want to miss a drop, humming in delight at the salty taste of it with a hint of something that you can’t place. All you do know is you like how Vash tastes and work to lick him clean and collect what he called a few errand trickles that would have made a puddle the same size as his first release. Above you Vash is groaning softly with both of his hands tangled in your hair as you suck him off, the occasional brush of his feathers along your face making you flush as your panties start to drip with your release soaking them.

Brushing your thighs together as you work as you let out a little moan that has his dick throbbing against your lips, the vibrations running through him down to his heavy balls. The whole time Vash remains hard, just like the first night when you went for several rounds with the mountain god. “If you keep going like that my next release will be down your throat.” His voice has that rumble to it again and a line of lighting races along your spine, you’d much rather have him inside your pussy than your mouth. Sliding off his top with a trail of saliva still connecting you to him that when it breaks lands against your lip and chin, making Vash groan once more.

“Can I ride you?” Last time he was the one to do all the work, and this time you want to be the one on top for a round and curious how different he’ll feel inside you with a new position.

“Ride me?” He sounds a little confused as you stand, finally removing the rest of your clothes and making sure your dripping panties don’t land on any of the other fabric. You still need to go down the mountain later. “Oh, where I am on my back. I wouldn’t mind trying such a position.” He seems to look around for a moment before slipping his hand over yours and grabbing your pile of clothes with a few of his feathers in a bundle.

So much for not getting cum stains on your clothes.

Tugging you along closer to the stream you realize there’s a smaller outcropping from the wall that blends almost seamlessly against it. As you turn with Vash you see why he’s moving the two of you, there tucked away is a decent-sized space with sunlight streaming down from above and an expanse of grass. Far more comfortable than the small pebbles that had lined the edge of the stream which would have dug into both of your skin, your knees already a little tender from your short time pressed against them. Not that you regret it at all.

“This is really pretty.” It sounds almost flat as the words fall from your lips but it is, with the light shining down and the stream off to the side.

“I like to sit here sometimes.” Vash answers, depositing your clothes near the edge of the grass as he takes you more toward the center, pulling you flush against him once more and kissing you. Moaning into your mouth as his tongue traces your teeth, and you can’t help but wonder if he can taste his release. You certainly can and you feel your slick trailing down your thighs as your hands roam his chest.

“Well, today you’re going to lay down.” Nipping at his lips as you look up at him before wrapping your fingers around his twitching cock trapped between you once more. “While I fuck myself stupid riding your dick.”

“I do not like that word but I like the thought of watching as your chest jiggle while you’re on top of me.” Right, he made it pretty clear last time when he kept calling it making love.

“Who’d have thought the God of spring liked boobs.” His gentle laughter as he pulls away from you to lay down in the grass with some of his larger feathers around his form is almost lost in the soft babbling of water over the rocks. You find yourself biting your lip as you watch him, framed by his feather and leaning back on his forearms watching you with his cock at attention holding out a hand for you to take.

“I like your breasts, now come let me fill you up so you can ride me.” Putting emphasis on the ‘you’ part, and it just makes your heart pound a little harder in your chest as you move closer and taking his hand. Careful with your feet as you get into position with your dripping slit hovering over his shiny length, in the short time since you licked him clean his precum is already covering his dick once more.

A few adjustments and his feathers move to help keep you steady until his cock head is nestled against your pussy. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You wink at him before you slowly let gravity drag you down so he’s swallowed by your needy cunt. Letting out a soft throaty little moan as he spreads you, at least before you’re lifting your hips again.

A small whimper from the being under you and his hands are grabbing your hips almost as if he’s desperate to be fully inside of you. “Hang on baby, I wanna watch your face as I go slow.” It surprises you a little how needy he is for being a god, he knows how to have sex and you’re starting to wonder if maybe this is the most affection and sex he’s had in his long life. “I wanna tease you before you splatter deep inside me.” Biting his lip he nods his ascent but he doesn’t move his hands from your sides, his fingers instead kneading your flesh.

As much as you want to just let yourself drop and slam him deep inside your cunt you don’t, moving slowly and each time you move down his length taking more and more of him each time. Twisting your hips at different intervals and squeezing the muscles of your core around him watching him pant, enjoy the way his chest heaves and the feathers that sprout from him flutter when he really enjoys something you do to him.

All the while you play with your breasts, pushing and pulling at them while licking your lips and circling the point of them with your fingers. Vash is a whining panting mess under you, the reins of his control tight but you can see and feel the cracks when his hips jerk or his cock throbs inside of you like an inferno.

When your thighs rest on his and you stop moving you let out a happy little hum, rolling your head atop your shoulders as you feel so full and stuffed with his cock. He’s not as deep as he can be but like this, the curve of his shaft brushes across a cluster of nerves that makes your body jerk, loving the feeling. “You feel so good Baby” sweeping one of your hands down to rub over the bottom of your tummy. “Deep inside of me, splitting me open.” Licking your lips as you see him blinking while you speak, a few of his feathers twitching but otherwise, they haven’t joined in on your little ride. “I can feel you under my fingers, twitching like mad. Tell me my handsome god of the mountain are you ready for me to ride you until I can’t anymore?”

“Yes!” His voice has a new tone as he shouts, like earth-shattering and you smirk enjoying how wrecked he looks.

“Good.” You lean forward making both of you moan in tandem as you catch his lips for a searing kiss, and as you lick against his tongue you start to move. Working your thigh muscles as you start a blistering pace of fucking yourself wildly on his dick, almost fully pulling off him before slamming down once more.

You can’t keep that pace while kissing him like that, leaning back and placing both of your hands on his chest for leverage. Tossing your head as he keeps hitting all the right places inside of you and you start wailing at how good he feels, his own howls of how tight you are joining you while your frenzied movements have his cock plunging in and out of you.

“Close!” Choking the word out between his howls as you keep moving, determined to feel him empty himself inside you.

“Come on Baby, come for me, fill me up sexy.” His hips start to rush up to meet your downward ones and he lets out a hiss, his body going limp as you keep riding him. Sighing at the heat that explodes inside you and the spurts grow weaker the longer you move wanting every drop of this release deep in your cunt. Slowing when it seems like his balls have been drained for this round and leaning over to kiss him again.

“You” He pauses, swallowing hard enough that his whole body shakes from the force of it. “You didn’t find release?”

“Not this time, next round.” Sending him a wink as his hands trail along your side “I’d like to be on top again but you’re free to do whatever else you want if that’s ok with you?” You know you only have one more round before he’ll have to take over because you doubt three will be enough when last time he went all night.

“You may remain on top, but could we change position? I’d like to lick and suck at your breasts while my cock is inside of you.” If he wants to play with your chest you’re down with that.

“Of course.” While he doesn’t need long to recover you shift as his feathers work to adjust both of your bodies so Vash is sitting up almost leaning against them with you held high on his thighs. Like this he’s at the perfect angle to view and play with your chest however he wants and your core tightens around him at the thought.

“My pretty little bride enjoys this I see.” That soft laugh of his is back and you raise an eyebrow at the nickname.

“Bride?” Blinking at the throbbing of his cock deep in your core and you realize he’s ready for the next round.

“You still wear my ring from that morning after our night of lovemaking. That makes you my bride.” He’s grinning wildly now, his fingers roaming your skin again.

It’s an odd conversation to have when the head of his cock is deeper in your core than any of your boyfriends before had ever been. “That’s not how it works. You don’t just have a night of doing what we did and” He laughing hard now and you realize he was joking with you, giving his shoulders a smack. “Very funny Vash.”

“I should not tease you about such.” He grabs your wrist, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around it and turning it to see the ring he made from a leaf still around your finger. Kissing the digit. “But it does please me to see it still adorning your finger.” Giving his hips a roll that has you almost seeing stars. “Now I believe I am ready to have you come on my cock my pretty little bride.” This time you roll your eyes at his obvious teasing and start rolling your hips against his once more.

You know you won’t last long the brief respite from his last release having cooled the fire inside you but his feathers are quick to circle your clit and rub your nipples as you ride him. A slower pace as you rock more against him with the new angle and your hands gripping his shoulders as you move along his length.

“I knew they’d jiggle in a way I liked.” Vash is licking his lips while staring at your chest in a way that almost has you feeling embarrassed. That fades quickly once his head darts forward and latching onto one of your nipples and sucking on it while his feathers coil and twist around the other. He’s desperate to make you come as he sucks harder, almost as if he wants you to catch up to the number of releases he’s had, and with one of his feathers toying with your clit it isn’t long before you’re howling in his embrace as you clamp down on his cock before slumping against him.

Humming low in your throat as Vash starts to move you along his cock himself while your core is still clenching around him. Licking your chest as if he has no intentions to ever stop and picking up speed as he goes, your next orgasm chasing on the heels of the last one, and Vash’s teeth graze your nipple as you cry out. More of Vash’s hot seed spreads in your core as he pumps you full once more.

“Just like you said, I’ll finish inside you from now on.” Slumping against him you just grin and enjoy the post-orgasm haze as his dick fills you to the bursting.

As the sun starts to set your hands wander along his side as you face him, enclosed in his cocoon of feathers once more after several rounds. You learned his favorite position was when you were on your back with your legs pressed to his chest. “I like kissing your womb” had been his simple statement as came from his high after that release.

“So, favorite food?” As his recovery time between rounds has grown the two of you have been speaking and learning more about the other.

“Donuts.” His serious expression takes you by surprise.

“A God who likes donuts? I mean I know you don’t need much food but that’s an odd selection.” Tracing one of the scars along his shoulder as you both relax in his feathers, his cock still buried deep in your core.

He shrugs in response. “There was a vendor from far away once when the village had its festival. I liked them.”

“I’ll make them for you sometime.” You giggle trying to picture Vash eating a donut while his feathers flail around him from pleasure and villagers running in fear.

“Same question.” You answer him honestly, enjoying the closeness as he ghosts the hand not folded under his head like a pillow along your spine.

Biting your lip after you answer and sighing. “I should head down the mountain soon before the villagers start to look for me.” A low whine from Vash followed by a long exhale but he makes no move to separate your bodies or part his feathers.

Tapping his fingers along your back before catching your gaze his eyes serious. “While I was joking about you being my bride I will say, I do enjoy your company a great deal. What would it take for you to remain on the mountain with me?”

“Vash.” You find you have to close your eyes at his expression, his teal eyes pleading with you. “I can’t stay on the mountain, I need a house. Food. Things I get from the village, and I’m here for research. I have to leave eventually.”

“What if I made you a house? I could make a small one here for you, you don’t need to stay forever.” Opening your eyes as you see his pleading get worse and his hand is reaching to encompass yours and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “I’ve been alone for a long time. Even your company for a short time would ease my lonely heart.”

You think about it for a few moments, the idea of spending more time on the mountain is appealing and well the idea of more time with the god is making your core twitch. Something he feels with the grin he’s sending you and the wiggle of his eyebrows. “We’ll talk about it, and actually talk. Not just make love for hours on end, you horny god.”

“Well.” His tone is teasing as his eyebrows keep wiggling like mad. “I am also the God of new beginnings. You might have a reason to stay you aren’t expecting.”

“I swear you are like goddamn Zeus.” Rolling your eyes and smacking his chest while he just roars with laughter again. You make it down the mountain the next morning, exhausted and claiming you fell and hit your head in the stream and woke up that morning. A good excuse to use with your drenched clothes and hope no one notices the faint white stains on your pants and T-shirt.

Damn, horny God.

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