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greetingfromthedead · 5 months

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Perfect Morning (Vash x F!Reader)

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

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

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

Tags: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Intimacy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Shy Vash, I Have Never Been Good At Tagging Stuff

Word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read more Tempest Wind HERE.

#trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #humanoid typhoon #vash x reader #vashxreader #self instert #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #Plant Boi

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kat-kalamity · 5 days

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#this is about tangerine #but ask me again next week #fanfic #fanfiction #fictional men #tangerine smut #eddie munson smut #smut #x reader #x you #goth x reader #rings #men with rings #men with jewelry #self instert #x reader smut

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thatzmemars · 3 months

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Can’t drive

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp jack #tfp miko #tfp raf #self instert

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mi-ni-me · 1 year

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A spread of Red bc I drew like 5 pages yesterday n liked this one the best :)

Also I was inspired by @necrolexic0n ‘s skeletons so go check them out their art is great 😫

#undertale #my art #underfell #underfell sans #red #undertale sans #self instert #a bit

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startheimpactfangirl · 8 months

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selfship community please interact! I want to interact with you guys! I'm part of the community :)

#self shipping #self shipper #self ship #self ship community #self shipping community #self insert community #self insert x canon #self insert oc #self instert

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starry-pierrot · 10 months

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I'm actually really proud of this one.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys security breach #fnafmoondrop #fnafmoon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon #self instert #self insert oc #fnaf security breach #security breach fanart #five nights at freddy's

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - confessing to Cynthia through song?

Based off the song: Fallin for Ya! - Teen beach movie

The longer version this is based off of more

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - gay people

Request - No!

Word Count - 5k (with part two not sure who long this part is)

Speak Ali! - I spent three days on this 😍🫶🏼 there will be a part 2 and maybe 3 but most likely just a 2

Riding away from a man in a car on Cynthia’s Motorcycle, is not how I thought tonight would go-

You may be asking “How the fuck do you end up running away from a man in a car after you explored an abandoned car shop to makeout with your kind-of girlfriend." It's a long story, but since you're on this tag on tumblr..i'm assuming you have the time.

The T-Birds, and The Pink lady's, all sat at two tables in the Frosty Palace. We were just laughing and talking about the campaign until I had to go on stage. Shy Guy had his arm resting on the back of my chair. Until Cynthia moved his arm and replaced it with her own, she gave me a wink and continued talking with the boys, while the ladies were drawing little posters. She was helping but got a bit distracted by the T-birds. Now I was in her place finishing her cute little drawings- and giggling at the stupid jokes she wrote on it.

Shy Guy was looking a bit sad, probably from Cynthia flirting with me. I feel bad but at the same time, I can't help that she doesn't have feelings for my brother. I wish she had feelings for me but no matter how gay she looks I'm not sure she's is. All of her flirting has always been a joke, she had to tell the entire gang that.

My thoughts were interrupted. “Hey Alias, are you ok?” Jane looked worried. “Oh yeah of course- why?” She furrowed her brows and tilted her head, responding carefully. “You're crying?” I HAVE TO BLINK- I FORGOT ABOUT BLINKING- My hand touched the one small tear that dropped out of my eye and I blinked a few times to bring the moisture back. “No no! Oh my- I'm fine I was just zoned out.” Jane nodded and smiled, Less worried now she went back to her poster.

When I turned back to the poster in front of me Cynthia was drawing again. We were practically face to face. She grinned when she noticed I was looking at her. “What? Think I'm gonna let you out do me on my own poster-” She was teasing, so I poked her cheek.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I stood up. “Hey, where are you going?-” Cynthia grabbed my hand and placed it on the poster board. “I have to go up to sing Cyn- it's 7:30 isn't it?” She opened and closed her mouth looking a bit like a fish, before finally answering. “Oh- yeah it is, you can go ahead-” She let go of my hand and continued staring at me as I walked up the stairs of the stage.

Originally it was me and five other girls- now it's just three. I smoothed down my polka dot dress and waited patiently, while the other three got to their mics and gave me a thumbs up. “Hello Frosty Palace! It is me, your Thursday night entertainment, Alias Foreman!” I gave the crowd a second to die down on clapping, hearing the T-Birds and Pink Ladies yell my name, Cynthia's voice sticking out the most as she whistled. “Tonight, me and my girls, Maria, Kt and Lain! Will be singing a song I wrote for a very special somebody.” The crowd roared up in "oooh"s, I looked over to the group, a few of the T-birds were tapping Cynthia's shoulder in a congratulate manor, she was confused but smiled at me anyways making eye contact. Behind her Shy Guy was looking back and forth from me to Cynthia and staring with a sorrowful smile. I smiled back at him with as much sympathy as I could muster on stage. “This is “Fallin’ for ya".” The band in the back started playing the music sheets I'd given them when I arrived at the shop a few hours earlier to practice.

“The day started ordinary, boys walking by.” l turned my head from left to right slowly like I was following the “boys”. There were people dancing with partners or friends and some alone but either way they all looked to be having a good time. “Ooh Ooh” - “It was the same old story, too fresh or too shy.” I kneeled down, booping Buddy on the nose and smiling sarcastically sweet. “I’m not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile.” I looked down at Buddy one more time, waving him away from the stage. “It goes on for miles.” The girls and their angelic voices sang from beside me.

“Unusually swoon, but i'm over the moon!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead. “Cuz he was just too cool for school!” - “and now I’m fallin’ for ya!” We had a little dance on stage, we’d snap with the left hand by our head and with the right by our hip and keep changing them along with the beat.

“Fallin for ya! I know I shouldn't but I-“ I sang it with much more passion than i’d normally put into a song. my eyes were closed and as Cynthia said “I was practically making out with the mic” but it still didn't feel just right. Something is off, but I can't tell what.“-I Just can't stop myself from falling for ya! Fallin for ya!” The girls were looking at me surprised, I haven't sung like this in so long, most of it was a song someone requested or something I felt like doing that day- and even if this doesn't feel right, it feels good.

Looking out at the crowd there were people smiling with their lovers and friends. But the only smile I cared about was the bright one Cyn had on her face right now and it only got brighter when I looked at her. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

Again dancing to the music in the background, spinning one of the girls, giggling and going back to our respective mics. “Now we're going steady, he's the cat's meow” I hated having to replace the pronouns, it sort of felt like betrayal. “Meow Meow” I tore my headband off and shook my hair a bit to stop the headache that started to grow. “He says I'm a Betty and we paint the town.” Cyn always called me Betty jokingly ‘cause someone at a coffee shop didn't hear my name and called me Betty instead. I think that made her catch on to who the song is about, because once she fully processed the line, she went bright red. “ooh ooh” The girls were watching me, well more like me and Cynthia. They weren't making it obvious but I knew they were watching us.

“I'm not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi,” My eyes wandered around the crowd, mostly kids from Rydell Highschool but also parents or older customers who come to watch me sing. “when he's cruising by” Maria, Kt, And Lain were the only people I trusted enough to tell I was a lesbian. We all ended up finding out we like girls, and jokingly (and secretly) called ourselves the first gay high school singers. The only other person who knows is Shy Guy. “He's ready to race and I'm catching his gaze” I winked at Jane and Olivia and waved to them. Cyn makes a little frowny face. “They’ll go on like this for days!” They all knew I liked Cynthia, but only the girls teased me about it. Shy Guy tried his best to be supportive but I think he would’ve liked it if it were another girl I had my eye on.

“And now I'm- Falling for ya, falling for ya” All four of us sang in harmony, the more me and Cynthia stared at each other the more right it felt to sing this song. “I know I shouldn't but I-” I felt like I was confessing to her on this stage, and that's exactly how I wanted it. I wanted her to know how I felt but also have plausible deniability if it doesn't work out well. “I just can't stop myself from- Falling for ya, falling for ya!” I loved her and wanted to scream it across rooftops in New york, but “My kind of people” aren't accepted in this world. At least that's what Ma says. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

The girls have this word they made up that goes well with the song “Shoop”, they repeat it four times each lyric and I love it so much because if it were used in real life it would be so stupid. “It feels like I tumbled from another world” I placed my hands on my shoulders and dramatically shook them. “Into your arms and it's so secure!” Cyn still held eye contact with me, Practically hypnotized as I sang. “Maybe I'll stumble but I know for sure, head over heels I'm gonna be your girl.”

The music continued for a short break. We had about a minute to run down the stairs, drag some people onto the dance floor and get back up to the stage. All four of us quickly ran down the stairs, I went to Shy Guy and Cynthia pulled them both up and dragged them down. Cyn grabbed onto me as I tried to leave, twirling me around, I smiled and pulled Shy Guy into her, giving him a wink and running back to the stage. It hurt a bit, but I wanted him to at least make a move with her if I couldn't.

Once I got back onto the stage we still had a few seconds to spare, so me and Maria were twirling together on different sides of the stage, laughing and giggling at the stupidity and ecstasy we were feeling…until it went sour and my foot was a little too close to the edge of the stage, I fell off, landing in someone's arms. Jonathan, Maria’s brother.

Fuck how do I cover this- how do I cover this?? Cynthia was running over to me as fast as my brother would drop his arms away from her. he had a defeated look on his face. “And now I'm falling for ya, falling for ya I know I shouldn't but I-” I hate to say it but the entire time I was staring at Cyn while I was being held in another man's arms. She was looking over me while John was holding me bridal style, but of course she was trying to wrangle me out of his arms at the same time. “I just can't stop myself from falling for ya,” When John set me back on my feet and Cyn went back to dancing with my brother, which she didn't look too interested in, kept looking back at me. I kept my grasp around John to make it look like I was looking at him but really she was the one who I couldn't look away from. “falling for ya, Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.” As the music died out, and the crowd started cheering, I was still looking at her, punching my brother's arm in a “you're a bro!” kind of way while they danced, I hated it.

I wanted to be the one dancing with her. John pushed me away from him, smiling at me awkwardly. “Thanks for catching me-..bro?” We both started laughing at how stupid I sounded. "Platonic?" I nodded, thanking whatever god for listening to my prayer. "Platonic." We did a short little hand shake, high five and walked away from each other. I went back to the stage, Lain handed me my jacket and gave me a pat on the back. “See you at home Ali?” I nodded, and gave her a hug, the other two had quick plans they needed to make it to, so they had already left.

“Tell mom and dad Cyn is bringing me home on her bike.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. “You know how much they hate that motorbike.” I smiled and pinched her cheek. “But they love the girl who drives it.” She swatted my hand away. “They aren't the only ones-” I pushed her away from me. “Shut up-” Both of us finally walked away. (I gave her the bird and she stomped away.)

“Alias!” I heard a voice calling me, her voice calling me. “Cyn! How’d you like my song?” She smiled brightly, Shy Guy depressingly making his way back to his seat. “I loved it! Who was it about!?” She was wide eyed and staring at me, eager to. “Well who do you think it was about?” Cynthia looked around and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “Was it about me?-” I pulled back, looked her in the eye and with as much confidence as I could muster, nodded a silent yes. To my surprise, she was ecstatic. Bright red and practically jumping for joy. “Do you want to ditch these losers and get out of here- I heard there's an abandoned car shop somewhere outside of town.” This time I nodded rapidly, still trying to get my thoughts together. “Yes- yes!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the table. “Hey! Alias has to be home soon so- me and her are going to get going.”

She let go of my hand. We kept looking at each other, smiling. Olivia was the first to speak up. “Did you two finally figure it out?” ..What? “What?-” Jane next. “Figure out that you like each other,” Cyn gasped, slapping Jane's shoulder. Jane looked offended, the bird brains and Olivia started laughing, and Nancy was rolling her eyes at the pinning. “I didn't tell her yet!-” Jane was smiling, hiding behind Olivia. “I'm sorry! I thought she knew because of how you were acting-”

Olivia rolled her eyes smiling at them both. “Go have fun you two- We’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me off the platform. “Yeah yeah! Expect us both with a few new accessories!” She was walking backwards pointing at her neck and winking to the table, getting some whistles back from the T-Birds and a- “Hey that's still my sister!- I’ll kill you Cynthia-” -from Shy Guy. I hit Cyn in the head, Obviously flustered by her comment.

We got outside quickly, Throwing our Pink Lady jackets and our helmets on, climbing on the back of her bike. I clung to her waist and made sure my skirt wouldn't fly up. “You good back there pretty girl?” Her voice was a bit weary, like she was afraid to use the name. “I'm good, Hit the road!” I pulled the goggles to my helmet down, grabbing onto the sides of the backseat as my handles and letting the wind hit my body, just enjoying the feeling.

PT.2! Fallin' for ya

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uas-art · 9 months

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Emmet was one of those kids who came back from recess with rollypollies in his pockets.

#Yeah emmet isnt for the single format i know i know #But i am too lazy to fit four mons for doubles.#Pokemon #Subway boss emmet #Submas emmet #galvantula #Durant #chandelure #eelektross #Cinncino #Self instert #clip studio #Subway master emmet

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 1 year

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I hope this one won't be too American for others to relate to, since I don't know the origin of any of these games, but:

☀️Imagine Teaching Your Baby Sibling or child familial other the games you played as a kid?☀️

☀️ Imagine them sitting alone, hopefully not sad, but maybe a little bored and you walk up to them.

☀️ "Hey kiddo," you sit criss cross apple sauce in front of them with a fond warm smile, "Wanna play a game?"

☀️ Imagine teaching them how to play elevator, lemonade, or patty cake.

☀️ Imagine you both giggling as you struggle to remember the words that go along with it.

☀️ Imagine getting so fast you're both basically just lightly slapping each other's hands rather than playing the game like you're supposed to.

☀️ Imagine your other sibling f/os, your parental f/o, or even maybe your romantic f/o catching sight of you two and asking if they can join too.

☀️ Imagine playing outside in the warm sun, you and your other f/o holding either side of the rope swinging it for your child or baby sibling f/o to jump over whilst you all sing in unison, "Cinderella dress in yella, went upstairs to kiss her fella-"

☀️ Imagine telling them the infamous urban legend about Ring Around the Rosey, seeing their eyes widen as they get shivers down their spine and vow to never play that game again.

☀️ Honestly, just imagine your baby sibling or child f/o being a damn kid. So many of them have had to go to hell and back despite their young age, so imagine giving them a moment of silliness and goofs as you reminisce about your younger self!

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soda-chips · 1 year

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I’ve been away for a bit haven’t I?

Welp, here you guys go in the mean time

And a blank just in case

#a hat in time #my art #doodle #snatcher #the snatcher #self instert #y/n insert #no background #too lazy to finish that #would you smooch a ghost?

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turquoisesea01 · 14 days

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Oh look! A redraw! :D!

A silly doodle of Harper and My Cara Mia is afraid of spiders :3

#turquoisesea #yoshi’s art #self instert #camp willow peak VN #cwp vn #harper my beloved #Harper cwp vn

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greetingfromthedead · 4 months

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Burn (Vash x F!Reader)

🎆✨Happy New Year!✨ 🎆

Plot: After staying the night at an inn the morning gets a bit spicy... there's not much plot here.

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: Mature! 18+ Minors DNI

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Early Mornings, I Have Never Been Good At Tagging Stuff

Word count: 1.8k

Author's Note: Some smuttiness to start off the year with a bang... cause you lil freaks seem to enjoy that. This is from my upcoming fic "Tempest Winds". On that note I am looking for beta readers / proofreaders so if you are interested, hmu!

Vash wakes early in the morning with the sunlight creeping in through your room's window, he places a kiss on your head and nuzzles his face into your hair. His actions wake you from your sleep and you squeeze him a bit, holding tight and pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Good morning!" you whisper into the small space between your bodies.

"Morning, Sweet Pea!" his breath ruffles your hair. "So where do you want to go? Where should we head to?" he say as he snuggles you closer, he's like a giant snake wrapping himself around you, his long limbs engulfing you, holding you tightly.

You run your nails gently over his back and feel him shiver under your touch, soothing the tickle with the palm of your hand.

"Where do you suggest we go?" you ask.

"More East? Or would you rather take a steamer from Terminal?"

"I would avoid the steamer, I feel like there are too many people."

"Then we will stock up on some food and water and head East and perhaps North after that to September or November." his hand is tightly holding the small of you back, making your bare skin tingle. His head shifts and you feel his breath by your ear.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are?" his voice so low and tender, "You are beautiful, strong and kind. You're funny and tough and the fire burning in you is so warm." he pauses for a moment, "I am so glad I found you and I will keep following you across any desert no matter how hard you try to get rid of me! Cause you are stunning in every single way. My lovely Sweet Pea!"

His hand traces under your shirt on your back and he hugs you again, his heart feels like it's on fire, the same flame that burns in your eyes, the untamed and wild inferno. Once again he feels so much, like he is going crazy, the desire to be with you, to hold you and keep you safe. The feelings so overwhelming they almost feel aggressive. But it's actually nothing but love.

Your fingers trace the curvature of his body, the high points and valleys of his muscles. You feel the different textures of his skin under your fingertips. You trace over his chest, down over his abs and bellybutton, creeping onto his hip and up along his side. You take your time to truly appreciate his body for what it is. His tight hug restricts your movement, but you end up moving your hands onto his back. At the start you feel it with your fingertips, the augmentations, the scarring and his skin that's still whole. You try to remember every inch of it, to burn it into your memory. With the second pass you use your nails, scratching his back gently and it sends shivers up his spine.

Vash lets out a little moan by your ear when you trail over an especially sensitive spot. Your face is still buried in his chest, your nose filled with his comforting scent. His hands touch your back, traveling gently over your skin and feeling the dip of your side, grabbing at your waist. You hear his heart beating hard and fast, a certain stiffness in his arms. The breathing by your ear is deep and quick. It feels like your insides are on fire, despite the comfort this doesn't make you feel calm and peaceful. The feeling is intense and raw, it's rough around the edges, the flow of it so strong it carries your hand to the waistband of his pants, feeling the edge of it, your fingers between his skin and the drawstring. Your other hand is looking to grab hold of something, traveling up and intertwining with his hair. Your body tenses, squeezing his leg between your knees and you look up to find his face, but before you can focus on that, his lips are on yours. They seem to try to be gentle at first, but quickly turn into the mouth of someone with an unquenchable hunger. His lips force yours to open, his hand on your side pulling you up, closer to him. The other one slides down onto your ass. Your fingers are pulling on his hair as your other hand finds the front of his pants.

He holds you as he rolls onto his back and it takes minimal adjusting for you to end up sitting on him with your legs to either side. His hands grab the back of your thighs pulling you up a bit more before sliding over your sides, bunching up your shirt as they go. Your hands travel along his arms, moving his hands onto your breasts before leaning in, his parted lips already waiting for yours. His hands squeeze the soft tissue through your underwear and it makes you exhale. The pressure on your chest disappears as he grabs your shirt to pull it over your head, breaking the kiss. His hands greedily move over your back onto your shoulders and neck, the straps of your bra slipping down.

He turns again, pinning you between the bed and his body. His lips move from your lips to your neck, over to the collarbone. You find yourself holding his hair again as his kisses reach your chest, trailing diagonally across before pushing the underwear out of the way to focus his lips and tongue on one of your breasts. A moan escapes you and his hand moves down your body in-between your spread legs. You feel the metal stroking you through the fabric, making both your desire and his burn out of control. It feels like nothing is enough, like you've waited for something your whole life and it's in your reach at last.

His other hand travels under your curved back to undo the hooks of your bra. You want to feel him, all of him, you want to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him, dig your nails into him. He drives you wild by moving down with his kisses, removing his weight completely as he kneels between your legs, holding both of them for a moment. You see his eyes, there's an edge to them you don't normally see, a fire much like the one you feel. He lifts your leg to rest on his shoulder as he glides his hands to your thigh to undo the clasp of the gun holster and put it aside. He releases that leg and repeats this with your other one to remove the knife sheath. His hands move down your thighs over your ass and hips to undo your pants. It feels like he is teasing you as he pulls off your pants. He lays down again, coming closer as soon as they are off, one of your legs between his as he kisses you again, one hand keeping him up, the other exploring your bits through the thin fabric of your underwear before pushing it to the side and playing with you. The breathy moans sounding out his name are music to his ears as his lips move onto your neck again.

One of your arms is thrown around him, your nails digging into his back, the other has untied the drawstring and is feeling him down, stroking along the length of him before pushing down his pants. The hunger still growing in both of you, the desire to explore more of each other.

*****

So much for leaving early. The two of you lost all control, chasing pleasure from each other's bodies, by any means, in any position, by doing anything necessary to coax out the release of the other in moans. Both of you getting increasingly rougher, testing each others limits, both of your bodies healing away any marks the other leaves by biting, grabbing, squeezing or clawing. His fingers digging into your flesh left bruises for just a moment, them changing color as he watches. The pain stimulates both of you further. You only stop after both of you are out of breath and out of your minds from the ecstasy.

You're both covered in bodily fluids and sweat. A shower sounds like a great idea to both of you to cool down the fire burning in your chests and to clean up before leaving this town. Of course you go together, deeming that the shower is big enough for both of you. However the attempt to calm you down is thrown aside as soon as Vash watches you step under the water, the droplets wetting your hair and running down your body. He steps closer, his flesh arm wrapping around you under your bust and the other moving up to wrap his fingers around your throat, not actually squeezing but pulling you backwards into him. Vash's lips land on your shoulder, leaving sloppy kisses on it as the water drenches both of you. You feel him lightly between your legs. One of your hands covering the one on your neck, the other looking for balance from the wall. His flesh hand slides down over your stomach, leaving a burning trail behind and his fingers find your folds still dripping from before and start to gently stroke up and down before focusing on the bundle of nerves with slow, but firm circles. Your eyes shut close as you lean more into him, his arms holding you tight. His movements become faster as your pleasure grows slowly. You feel him twitching and it seems almost like you can sense his desire too.

His prosthetic moves from your throat around you again pushing on your upper back and forcing you to bend forward a bit, both your hands on the wall as he kneels down behind you, to worship you. He forces your legs more apart before digging his mouth and nose into you, using his tongue and fingers to make you lose yourself all over again, eyes shut tight, the only thing on your mind is the feeling he brings forth. He enjoys you being like this, he senses your helplessness, like you can't do anything while your fingers curl on the tile, looking for something to grab on to. He tastes you and himself from your past explorations and the hunger grows. Like something unnatural taking over, both of your desires feeding into the other's. He teases you to the point you can no longer hold on and your legs nearly give out as they treble.

He feels you slumping more forward against the wall, sticking your ass up and instead of letting you recover his hands grab your cheeks, his long fingers digging into your hips, his palms spreading you apart as he gets up behind you and pushed his lower half against yours. The water of the shower hits both of you as he grinds between your cheeks for a moment making you gasp before inserting himself, pulling you against him in a quick motion. You have a feeling this won't stop any time soon and you are glad about it. Both of you are happy to release a part of yourself that's normally under lock and key, a wild and unapologetic rough persona.