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strawurberries · 1 year

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Stretchmarks

Summary: Vash learns about those little markings he's seen on his lover, and oh God does he fall head over heels.

Authors Note: This is written with Tristamp! Vash in mind, and this idea was sparked by this post :) This is written as a fem! reader. I hope you all enjoy! (Also, here's your tag @blackkiwi! I hope you like it :) I went in a bit of a different direction so I might revisit this idea in the future!!)

Warnings: Mild nudity, sexual themes, self-hate.

Vash didn’t understand it—how could someone so beautiful, holding something so unique and precious, hate themselves and their markings? He felt bad for staring, he really did, but the damp air from the shower seemed to settle around her, water droplets becoming stars and her eyes morphing in a galaxy of possibilities. She, though, didn’t seem to understand his awe. All she saw was the man she loved staring at a part of her she didn’t hate, per se, but rather didn’t love completely. He knew he should’ve looked away, apologized and let her know that he was stunned with adoration, not disgust. Yet he didn’t. Like the fool he was, and always will be, he didn’t have the bravery to confess.

“Ah, sorry,” with a nervous grin she had tried to cover her hips, where the most prominent of her stretch marks were. “I didn’t know you were coming back so soon.” She grabbed her things and shuffled back into the bathroom, wearing only her underwear and a towel loosely draped over her shoulder, “I was just getting my clothes.” With a quiet click, the bathroom door shut and the room was plunged into a somber darkness.

Idiot, he bit at himself, why did you just stare? The patterns though, those curlings lines and loveable little dots and spots, it reminded him of himself; when he looked in the mirror and saw his face staring back, covered in blue lines that marked him as alien, foreign. Was she. . . like him? He turned to look at the bathroom door, listening to the quiet rustling within. No, he thought, she’s human. But there was something so remarkable about those lines, he couldn’t stop thinking.

Like me, she’s like me.

Later they sat in their shared room, the silence acting as a tyrant, holding its grip tight and solid over the melancholic atmosphere. Neither one had spoken since she had retreated to the bathroom an hour earlier; she being silent out of fear and embarrassment, and he out of nervousness and curiosity.

After finishing getting ready for the night, she laid in her bed across the room. Vash, on the other hand, was sitting criss-crossed in his, staring at his fumbling hands.

“You know,” he said, cringing at the abruptness of his voice, “I think you’re really pretty.”

She shuffled slightly in bed, blankets falling off her shoulders, “thank you, I appreciate it. You’re pretty as well.”

He blushed at the compliment—thump, thump, thump, beat his heart. It roared at him to confess, to open his mouth and say everything he wanted too. He didn’t. He fiddled with his hands and lightly tapped his cheek to cool the scorching redness that had overtaken him. “Earlier,” his voice was quiet, a pip-squeak of a noise, “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay.”

He started to disengage his prosthetic arm, small clicks and whirs making the silence seem louder than before. “I—” he gently set his arm on the ground beside his bed, rubbing the raw and sore flesh. He didn’t often sleep without his arm, for a fear of being attacked in the middle of the night, but his body couldn’t handle it much longer. It pulled and gnawed on his shoulders, making his entire body ache with a pain he can only describe as deafening. “I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings, but if I did, I apologize.”

She finally turned over, watching as he hopelessly stared at her with a twinge of fear and. . . something else she couldn’t describe. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she smiled softly, “I was jus’ thinking.” She could never be mad at him—not that she was mad at him in the first place, in fact, she had only felt mild embarrassment towards the whole situation. The day had been long, and even if he hadn’t caught her getting out of the shower, she would’ve been quiet and exhausted—, and looking at him now only made her feel like she was gazing at a kicked puppy.

He tilted his head, “about what?”

“My body,” she huffed and sat up, “you know those days?’ Her voice was a little quiet, less teasing than it usually was, and so, painfully somber.

He understood. Sometimes he’d sit out in the desert, watch the sunset and wonder why he felt so unnatural; as if he wasn’t a person, but a thing occupying space in a body that didn’t belong to him. And sometimes he’d cover up mirrors with his coat, afraid to look into them and see what he really looked like. And other times he’d look down at himself and shove back the tears because he was a mural of pain and he wouldn’t have it any other way but God, did he wish there were other options. And sometimes he’d simply lay in bed and think about everything he hated about himself, starting with his personality and then moving on to his actions, and then he’d think about his body and then he really felt the pain because he belonged to this prison of flesh and bone, this sacred thing, and he had managed to decimate it in so many ways it would never be able to recover. And, sometimes, he hated how he looked because she deserved better. And sometimes he, without any reason really, despised the man he was, and the way he looked. So, yes, he understood those days. He understood better than anyone really; and it made his heart hurt thinking she had felt the same way.

In his eyes she was the most beautiful thing. She rivaled the stars, the ones he watched on that ship all those years ago. The greenery of flora and the nature of Earth couldn’t even compare. And even if some Goddess was to descend from the heavens, bearing all her glory and luxury at her bosom, he would deny it and find himself back in her arms. In his eyes, she was worth everything and more.

He stumbled over to her bed, momentarily forgetting himself as he slammed into the mattress with an abundant lack of grace and caution. “I get it, I do,”

She blinked at him.

“Somedays I–I hate myself and sometimes I can’t even look in the mirror, and really almost everyday I can’t even look at myself,” he forgot he had taken his prosthetic off, trying to grab her face with his hand. He paused and cursed a little under his breath, stub awkwardly hanging between them. “I forgot I took that—okay whatever,” he used his other hand to grab her face, fingers tracing her jaw, “but you know what makes me feel better about myself?”

She huffed a little and laughed, crossing her arms. “What?” she asked playfully.

“You.”

She smiled softly, “I’m glad I can help.” A little sliver of anxiety still rested in her eyes.

He took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. “Yeah, so, let me help you this time,” he sat back on his knees, suddenly realizing how close he was. “If–if that’s okay. . .?” All his confidence, his burning determination to help, dissipated into the air and floundered about his mind in a wave of unease and mild embarrassment.

She glanced down at herself, thumbing the edge of her shirt before nodding, “alright,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “you’ve convinced me.” She gave a nervous smile, one unsure of what was going to happen but trustful in the one before her—she had no doubts that he would keep her safe, happy, and comfortable.

He let out a goofy grin, slowly pushing her back onto the bed, “okay so um,” he stared down at her, blushing a delicious red as he slowly came to understand what position they were in. Her arms were slightly settled to the side, hands above her head and chest slowly rising with each suspenseful breath. Utterly divine, was the only description he could think of. “Uh, could you. . uh, take your shirt off, maybe?” He wanted to cry when he realized his voice had cracked—uncool, so uncool.

She laughed, “alright, what are you really trying to do?” She grabbed the ends of her shirt and whisked it off, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of them really cared where it landed.

He waved his hand in the air and panicked, “no! No! I promise I’m not trying to do anything like that unless you want that—or, I mean, not right now! Uh, sorry!” His hands slapped over his face, covering the vague blue markings that had begun to peak through his skin.

She let out a boisterous laugh and grabbed his hips, lovingly drawing circles into his skin, “calm down, I was joking, pretty boy.”

The tips of his ears turned red, nearly drowning out his wonderful, brilliant blue, “pretty boy,” he mumbled. “Where’d that come from?” he squeaked out.

“Jus’ tellin’ the truth,” she hummed, “now, why is my shirt off?”

“Oh!” his hands flew off his face and came to settle on her torso, nervously pressing into her skin. “I wanna—well, can I see your markings?” he leaned a little closer, tempted to put his forehead to hers, but he was too scared—what if she knows what that means? What if she hates doing that? What if she hates me?

“Markings?” she raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

“On your hips.”

“Hips?”

He gently hooked the edge of her pants, looking up at her for permission and when she gave it, he pulled them down slightly, revealing the little lines he had been so obsessed with earlier. Despite everything in him trying to keep his smile back, he couldn’t. “These,” he mumbled, tracing the marks with his fingers. His markings, no longer dull and scared, flowed to the surface of his skin and danced along his fingers. “They’re really pretty.” He wanted to see them in their entirety, observe how they rested along her skin and how they intertwined with one another—that would require less. . . clothing, and the thought made him blush madly, making his markings blink a bright blue for a moment.

She grabbed his hand and gave him a questioning look, “they’re not markings, they’re stretchmarks.”

He tilted his head.

“It’s like. . . little scars from when our skin stretches or shrinks too fast,” she smiled somberly, “they’re not as precious as your markings.”

He huffed and went back to caressing her skin, “I still think they’re amazing.”

“Not many people do,” she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his touch, “so I appreciate it. Thank you.”

He hesitated and pulled his hands back, “do you. . . do you have more?”

She hummed.

“Can I see them? If that’s okay with you?!”

She sighed and opened her eyes, “you love them that much?” A slight bit of hesitance, disbelief.

A child-like joy seeped into his voice, “yes! They’re like mine, but they’re so much prettier.”

She blinked, a small embarrassed expression coming to rest upon her face. “I mean, if you really want, I can show you.”

He grinned excitedly and sat patiently on the bed as his lover slowly shimmed out of her pants, leaving them hidden by only two, thin articles of clothing that covered barely anything (not that he minded, but he was trying his hardest to focus on the markings solely—he didn’t want to be a creep. He was also trying to ignore the fact that this was only the third time he had seen her so vulnerable before. It made his heart soar, thinking that she trusted him so). After a moment, she returned back to bed and presented her thighs, where stretch marks were painted across her skin like a mural of heaven. “Here’s some more. They’re mostly on my legs and hips.”

“Oh,” he breathed out, “they’re a lot prettier up close.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to her legs, closing his eyes. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he felt her very soul, as if he was connecting to a plant, and he shuddered out a sigh. “So, so, pretty.” He was lost in her now, gently tracing his fingers along her skin, nose buried into the side of her leg and he cherished every giggle and breathy laugh that came from his lover.

“I never knew you’d like ‘em so much,” she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly when he got a little too dazed and trailed his head up further than he should’ve.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, “they’re so. . . you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled softly, “you are too.”

The compliment flew over his head, focused solely on the Goddess before him. The divinity that had graced his presence. He sloppily kissed her thigh again, trailing his love up and up and—

She tugged on his hair, “hey,” she warned, “you’re getting a little too close there, pretty boy.”

He stared up and blinked, chin settled in between her legs and nose dangerously close to the bottom of her underwear. It took a moment for him to come back to reality, realizing that he was in a position he’d only dreamed about. “Oh,” he blinked again. “I’m sorry!” he shot up and rested back on his knees. With her hand still in his hair, he was slightly bowed forward, eyes deliciously plastered to her legs.

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered, “you’re fine.”

He whined a little, “I made you uncomforta—”

“When did I say that?”

He peered up at her through his eyelashes, watching her coy smirk expand into a sly smile. He stumbled over his words and quickly decided it would be better to shut up. What’s happening? Wasn’t she supposed to be yelling at him? Ashamed he had given into his desires a little too much? This was supposed to be about her, and how wonderful she was. Not him and his inability to hide his lustful curiosity.

“In fact,” she tugged on his hair a little more, forcing him to crawl halfway on top of her to stop the dull pain in his scalp—he really didn’t mind it though, which made him rethink some things about himself. “I really enjoyed it.”

His markings glowed so bright, she had to look away for a moment. She snickered and brought one hand to his chin, the other leaving his hair and slowly trailing down his chest. “If I’m being honest,” she sighed, “I didn’t really like my stretch marks. They’re ugly and gross, but,” she stopped trailing her hand down when she got to the hem of his pants, “you made me feel better about them.” She smiled.

“I’m glad!” he nervously grinned and tried to adjust himself so the position would be less. . . intimate, but she didn’t let him. Part of him was begging her to do something, and the other part of him was screaming with fear and embarrassment so loudly he almost didn’t hear what she said next.

“So,” she drawled out, “if it’s okay with you, can I help you feel good?”

“What?” he squeaked. “Like–what? What does that mean?” Oh my god, he cried to himself, I’m an idiot! He beat down a whine that threatened to erupt from his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted the ground to swallow him up and never let him go.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed herself into him, hips bucking up and creating a delicious friction. He sucked in a strangled gasp and let his face fall into the crook of her neck, “sen–sensitive!” he cried. He gripped her waist, fumbling for a moment before once again realizing he had taken his prosthetic off. Vaguely he wondered if he should put it back on, but she bucked again and all thoughts fell out of his mouth as he cried.

“What do you say?” she purred, “up for a little fun?”

“You’re a,” he panted and ground his hips into her, muffling his moans in her flesh, “a tease.” He shouldn’t be doing this, should he? Should he have asked before he pressed himself into her, or was that normal? He didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing here.

“C’mon pretty boy, I have to hear a yes,”

“Y–yes!” He whined and ignored the blue light that bathed them both—this is so embarrassing.

“Good boy.”

He squeaked and buried his face deeper into her neck, “oh my god.” This was going to be the death of him—not that he really minded.

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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‘Help me hold on to you’

a/n: Part 2 to ‘One step closer, we’re gonna be alright’ I dont think its as good as part one, but I still think its cute enjoy!

Vash x Reader

Meryl slams on the breaks with a shout, the movement forces you forward and awake. Vash’s arm shoots out catching you, you squeak out a quiet thanks as you settle back in the seat. Meryl shouts out a sorry, while everyone else grumbles about it. “Where’d you learn how to drive?” Wolfwood asks with a scoff, “Oh I’d like to see you do better!” Meryl shouts back

You laugh softly as the two continue to argue, a light chuckle beside you makes you glance over at Vash. Once you meet his blue eyes, he smiles at you and you blush hoping it's not noticeable. Your eyes widen, he’s not wearing his jacket which means. Turning your gaze downward, his red jacket sitting in your lap. Glancing back at Vash your words catch in your throat at the soft look he's giving you.

“Thank you.” you force the words out, hoping not to sound awkward you move to give his coat back, but his hands catch yours. “You looked cold, you can keep it for now.” your heart skips a beat and you think you forget to breathe. You just nod, pulling back slowly and laying the jacket out in your lap.

The car comes to an actual stop this time, it looks like you’ve finally arrived in some town. It was early morning, the suns barely peeking above the dunes. Vash leans over and opens your car door for you, blushing and nearly falling out of the car you thank him. Still gripping his jacket, you turn to give it to him, but Wolfwood gets his attention.

Well now, what are you supposed to do? Well, it's cold and you don't think he’ll mind as you slip the jacket on. It is still warm, and it smells just like him you smile to yourself. Rolling up the selves, you move to get your pack from the back Meryl is there and she raises a brow at you looking up and down. “He said I could borrow it!” you say jumping to your own defense, Meryl smirks at you, “I didn't even say anything.”

Blushing you snatch your pack from her hands, as she laughs. “Relax, I'm only teasing. Let's join the others, I'm sure they are waiting for us.” Meryl grabs you by the wrist and drags you into the inn's lobby. You spot Roberto speaking to the innkeeper, Wolfwood is nowhere in sight so he's probably having a smoke and then Vash is standing with the luggage.

He turns to greet the two of you, but you can see his eyes go a little wide when he looks at you. Meryl laughs softly dropping your wrist and joining Roberto's side, as you step closer to Vash. You blush when his gaze looks you up and down, he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out instead he places his hand over his mouth and you see him blush.

Your heart begins to race, you’ve never seen Vash look so flustered, and because of you? God this is too much, you begin to slip the jacket off a shoulder to give it back to him. Before you can Vash’s hands shoot out and grab you by the collar of his jacket pulling the sleeves back up, “You can wear it I don't mind.” he says this with a slight stutter, the two of you stare at each other both blushing until someone snaps their finger in front of Vash’s face.

It's Wolfwood and he's got a big grin on his face, you frown and Vash drops his arms so they hang back at his side. Wolfwood tosses something to which you catch, and hold up it's a key. “That’s the key to your guy's room.” Oh, wait. Your eyes widen as you look at Wolfwood, his grin only widens. “What?” you squeak out, hearing Vash ask the same question.

Wolfwood snatches the key out of your hands and holds it up between you and Vash, “The key to the room you are sharing.” he says it slowly, his tone playful. “The two of you were too busy making eyes at each other to discuss the rooming situation.” You reach up to snatch the key from him, but Wolfwood raises it higher. Vash can see you about to resort to violence so he snatches the key from Wolfwood instead. Vash grabs your wrist gently, and you feel your face flush. You were not going to survive the night.

Ignoring Wolfwoods loud laughter, Vash leads you away he's not saying anything but he also doesn’t let go of your wrist. Your heart is racing with each step bringing you towards the hotel room. Vash drops your wrist to unlock the door, and he opens it the door hinges sound impossibly loud. Vash lets you step into the room first and you let out a sigh of relief there are two beds (Lol you all thought). “Sorry about this.” confused by his sad tone, you turn to face Vash he is rubbing the back of his head nervously. “What do you have to be sorry about?” you ask carefully, he laughs you can tell it's not a real one.

“I’m sure you’d rather be sharing a room with someone else…” his voice trails off, and you frown did Vash not think you liked spending time with him or something? He looked so sad standing there, and so small without his coat. Feeling brave you step towards him you can't look him in the eye, but you can grab his flesh hand and give it a light squeeze. “Vash what made you think that?” you say it carefully, not wanting to scare him off, he makes a pained whine not looking at you either.

“You just don't seem very comfortable around me,” he says this with a sad chuckle

Of course, he would think that! It wasn't that you were uncomfortable around him it's just that you were so nervous, he was so sweet and kind, you loved his helpful nature and how he interacted with those around him, and he was just so handsome you couldn't bear to look at him for long. Hate seeing him so down on himself that you work up the courage to say your piece. “That’s not true! You make me nervous… but in a good way!” You drop his hand you grab the collar of his too-big jacket on you to hide your face in, “I just feel so flustered around you! And I feel like I'm just going to say or do something stupid.” You ramble, hoping to get your feelings across.

Vash laughs softly, “And here I thought I was just making a fool of myself.” he reaches for you, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, and pulls you to him, you let out a yelp when you collide with his chest. You can't see his face, but you can hear his heart beating wildly, “You make me nervous too.” you were going to faint, blushing bright red. One of his hands grasps your chin to turn it to look at him, his eyes are soft but have a playful tint to them. It makes your heart skip a beat.

“Am I making you nervous now?” oh what a little shit, he's teasing you and you hate how much it affects you. Your eyes drift over his face, not being able to meet his gaze and you watch him smile as your eyes settle on his lips. He chuckles and the noise makes you meet his eyes, “Yes.” you whine, this was all too much. Vash leans forward, and you close your eyes. He kisses your forehead gently a feather-like touch as he pulls back.

You force yourself to open your eyes to meet his gaze shyly, “Does this mean you like me?” you ask, Vash rubs the back of his head, and smiles sheepishly at you, “Yes, you like me too right.” He asks suddenly looking nervous, you want to laugh but you understand that Vash needs encouragement, “Yes, especially if you keep letting me borrow your coat.”

Vash wraps his arms around you carefully, you can see how excited he is but he still holding back. You know it’ll take both of you time to figure this whole thing out, but as nervous as you both were excited energy raced through your veins. You wrap your own arms around him, as he speaks softly “Deal.”

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mediocreanomaly · 10 months

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NESTING? PLS 😭 like ARE WE CONNECTED SOMEHOW this is so good

i have drowsy knives purring himself to sleep stuck in my head now--THIS IS LITERAL GOLD 😭 it would take a v special s/o to pick up the slight nuances of his emotions too n he'd be head over heels 🥺

but nesting instincts 🥺 please for the love of everything knives elaborate i i i wanna know all there is to know ab this man 🥺👉👈

n maybe vashy seperately too?? 🥴

Authors Note: Turned this into a full post because I'm procrastinating my drabbles anyways lmao this is going to give away a teeny tiny bit of my uncanny Vash post I'm making but I love talking about the Twins and their less than human instincts

Savern Twins Nesting HC's

Knives

•Knives is surprisingly the less embarrassed of the twins about nesting instincts, this is solely based on the fact that he doesn't see his plant qualities to be anything to be ashamed about, it's just another thing that sets him apart from humans

•Although, no one (besides you) knows about Knives nest. You may wonder how the two points can co-exist but that because a Plant's nest is supposed to be somewhere secure and safe. So while he's not embarrassed that he has a nest, he's not going to openly talk about it and risk giving away someone trying to get a peek of it (not that he really openly talks about anything)

•Knives nest is big, he had a bed custom made that's larger than a kings but circular and with plush raised walls so it feels not secure and less in the open. He's collected various blankets and pillows that fill the empty space so that he can bundle up under them, all of it is white because he refuses to let his nest look ugly or disorganized

•He's a perfectionist too so he spends a lot of time organizing and reorganizing his nest. Every time he gets a new blanket or pillow to add he has to redo the whole thing to make sure it's in the perfect spot or else he refuses to sleep in it

•Now Knives doesn't have to sleep much like he doesn't have to eat, but sleeping is something enjoys. He stresses about his plans a lot even if he doesn't show it outwardly. What better way to destress than napping in his nest?

•Whenever he decides to officially make you his mate (yes he calls it that, what else is he supposed to call it? Everything else sounds too human) all his instincts will scream at him to burrow into his nest

•For awhile you'll actually be hard pressed to even be allowed out of the nest, because why would you want to leave? As your mate Knives needs to keep you safe, and where's the safest place in the world? His safest place in the world, so please stop trying to leave the nest- you're hungry? fine he'll bring you food that you can eat in the nest

•I honestly don't think Independents hold body heat because their sisters live in water, which is one of many reasons they nest. It's also why Nai will drag you in with him when he wants to sleep so he can bum off your body heat. That's when when you learn he can purr (yeah thats right Plants purr propaganda) naps like this are the best. It's hard to stay awake when he's got you cuddled under blankets, gentle rumbles lulling you asleep

•After awhile you'll be allowed out so long as you are by his side or being escorted by Legato, or atleast unless you get pregnant

•If Knives manages to get you pregnant...you are banished to the nest again. It's not so bad though, besides he likes you like this. All round and full of his child, surrounded by plush comforters and pillows that cradle your form. At this point he won't leave your side unless he has to, if his instincts were bad before then they are haywire now, he stays curled up with you because theres no way you'd be able to defend yourself in a state like this, it's his job as your mate to keep you and his unborn child safe and sound, tucked away from the rest of the world

•When the baby is born it's where you'll spend most your time too, I mean...c'mon think about it. Your little one all tucked against you and Nai curled protectively around both of you, gentle purrs from both him and your baby as both their plant markings glow ever so slightly? If there's such thing as heaven this is it

•Knives has purposely made his nest large enough to hold his growing family, so no matter how many children you have you'll all get to curl up in the nest to find comfort or just to sleep.

•I think unfortunately once the children hit a certain age they are kicked out of the nest lol, it's more reserved for a Plants mate and young ones, so starting at maybe teen age it's time for them to make their own nest

•This isn't to say they aren't ever allowed in at all though. If Knives children are in any sort of distress his instincts kick in telling him to make sure their safe so in times like that they are still allowed in, the purpose of the nest is to provide him and his family with safety and comfort so no matter what it's there waiting for you

Vash

•Vash is admittedly a bit more embarrassed about the fact that he nest

•He tries his best to blend in with humans and thinks that people might find it weird that his instincts are constantly telling him to grab every soft thing he can find and hunker down

•Not that it really matters because he's always on the run anyways, he doesn't have time to stop and nest in the first place which makes it an easy an excuse to not nest at all, so Vash doesn't have a nest...right?

•Wrong. Like I said it's instinct and even Vash can't help but begin to nest in whatever shitty motel room he's in, especially if he's had a really rough day and just wants to sleep.

•Vash's nest is...admittedly a bit more pitiful than Knives. Knives has the advantage of staying in one spot, Vash does not, so he doesn't have a single nest but more so a hastily made one consisting of anything soft he can find. old blankets, pillows, clothes, rags, and even his own coat all make up his haphazard resting place.

•When he meets you though oh boy does it make it harder to resist the urge to stay and make a nice big nest for the two of you to hide away in

•It takes awhile for you to learn of Vash's little habit because he tries really hard to hide it away. He doesn't want you to think he's weird so when he does show it to you and you don't react negativly he's shyly asking, "do you...want to get in it?"

•Please say yes, his heart can't take any other answer. After that Vash is more keen on nesting even though the two of you travel, you even buy him a couple blankets that you pack up and bring so that he has something more consistant to nest with. The two of you will arrive at the motel for the night and you sit on the bed watching as Vash sleepily mulls over the blankets, pillows, and clothes he's choosen and organses it in a satisfactory way before he weakily pulls you in with him, purring as he cuddles up to you

•If you run your hand through his hair you'll be rewarded with more purrs and him nuzzling into your hand, but don't comment on it or he'll get embarrassed and hide his face into the blankets while he pulls away

•Vash wouldn't try to get you pregnant unless it was after he dealt with his brother and at that point I think he'd have a more permanent nest. Whether that's on Ship 3 or your own little home he's finally got a spot that he knows is always there, perfect to keep you in while you grow your baby!

•Vash loves spending time in the nest, it's from a mixture of putting off his instincts so long when he was on the run and the fact he actually has a place of comfort for once that does it, so if you can't find your partner...he's most likely buried in the nest

•It's super cute though, you'll walk in the room and softly call "Vash?" and his head will peak out of the mountain of blankets eyes still half lidded with sleep and hair all messy as he says a soft "hmm?"

•This nest is still a bit more messy and it's one of those "it looks disorganized but Vash know exactly where everything is" situations, he doesn't really care about colors or anything, infact it's proably mostly blankets that other people have gifted him over the years, he feels like it tells a story

•Unlike Knives, you'll have to be the one to eventually kick the kids out of the nest once they get older because "what do you mean they can't stay in here with us? Their still our baby!" "Vash their 20" "and?"

•Vash's plant marks always appear when he's in the nest, he can't help it! It's so comforting, besides he has you here warming him up and your kids cuddled in the covers- oop he's crying, don't worry they're happy tears

After note: I hope you liked it!!! I wanted to add more stuff about you being able to read Knives but it didn't really fit so that might have to be saved for another list I'm a firm "the boys do weird but cute animal things" believer and it's my job to infect people with that propaganda

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vashs-turtleneck · 6 months

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Stay.

Summary: Waking up the morning after next to your favorite travel companion. Rating: T Pairing: Vash the Stampede x gn!reader Content: some angst, mostly fluff, crying, brief mentions of sex but nothing in detail. WC: 400ish A/N: Got a spark of inspiration last night and decided to actually try writing something. This is my first time sharing any kind of fic so please be nice to me ehehe

The sunlight peaks in through the worn blinds, the beams landing right onto your face and rousing you from sleep.

Your hand comes up, trying to rub the drowsiness from your eyes as they flutter open, your gaze falling onto the dusty bed just across from you. Your bed. The bed you would have been sleeping on had the events of last night gone any differently.

"Morning, Mayfly," a quiet, husky voice breathes from behind you, the flesh arm around your waist tightening its grip ever so slightly. You wonder how long he's been awake for.

You feel his warmth press against your back as he nuzzles his nose and lips against the back of your neck, soft wisps of blonde hair peeking from over your shoulder.

He's still here.

He hasn't left.

You feel tears threatening to pour from your eyes, and you're not quite sure why. Maybe it's relief. Relief that last night's passionate roll in the sheets hasn't ruined what the two of you have spent the passed several months building. Relief that he didn't try to leave you in the dead night after getting so close to you ("for your own safety", he'd say.)

Maybe it's because for the first time in his life, he's allowed himself to want something, to have something. He's let himself indulge and have something nice for once in his otherwise desolate and lonesome life, and he's chosen that something to be you, as selfish as he might think that is. That thought alone makes your eyes well-up.

You slowly turn around to your other side, facing him, your head level with his patchwork chest. Your head tilts up, and when your gazes meet, he sees the tears starting to pool in your eyes, his calm expression quickly turns to one of concern and panic.

"H-Hey... What's wrong?" he whispers softly, his hand coming to cup your cheek. You can feel the hesitancy behind his touch, and knowing him, he's blaming himself for your tears, thinking he's done something to upset you. You can practically see the wheels turning in his head. You're not... regretting what happened last night... are you?

And you're not going to give him the chance to ask something so foolish, because of course you're not.

Far from it.

You take a deep, shaky breath and bury your face against his chest, your arms wrapping around his midsection. It's all you can do as you feel the lump forming in your throat. And oh, he's so warm.

You feel his arms gently wrap around your frame, one warm, one cold.

Just stay.

Stay with me.

You wish you had the words the express everything you're feeling right now. The relief, the gratitude, the comfort, but for now, you'll settle for something more simple.

"I love you."

You can feel his heart beat ever so slightly faster, his arms pulling you tighter against himself.

"I love you too, Mayfly."

You're not sure how much time passes between the two of you, but he's the first one to break the silence, and you can practically hear the grin splitting his face.

"You know, there's a little donut stall a couple blocks down, if you're feeling hungry."

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2kmps · 8 months

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vash pets your head to send you to sleep, but asks you something important before he does.

notes; 1.1k, very tender vash, tristamp coded, not proofread. wrote this in my car @ 2am, freaking out every two seconds bc was that a person or just my eyes? 👁️👁️

layers of dust reaching across entire sprawls of bedsheet was a normal thing you came across in every inn you visited. no man's land had a way of making everything inhospitable, from the unforgiving terrain of valleys of sand, stone and bleached bones, down to the crevices between slabs of wood underfoot filled with debris and the pillows under your head exacerbating dry fits of coughing while beige granules clung to your throat.

vash was far more accustomed to those conditions than you were, having lived that way for over a century—an earnest confession you still weren't sure you believed. like everyone else on this godforsaken landscape, you had learned to acclimate during your harrowing travels with him, forced to take the heat deep in your skin to your marrow, the dirt and sand into the brittle branches in your lungs.

"want me to shake out the sheets for you?" vash was always courteous, did his best to lessen the blow of suffering you endured while with him. from the beginning, he had never been comfortable with you there, tried running off more times than you could count, but you were smart and determined so he never succeeded.

he didn't wait for you to respond, finding that you were arranging your bags near the door in case of the need of a quick escape. maybe it was guilt or pity, but he slipped his fingers beneath the thin sheets and whipped them out until all the dust knocked off of them. "this place isn't as bad as the last one. you'll sleep pretty good tonight, I think. can you grab my sleeping bag?"

"there's plenty of room on the bed, vash." you didn't make a motion for his bags. in your hands now was a set of linen nightclothes. "give your back a rest. sleep on the mattress for once."

his look was almost incredulous, almost as though you had said something outrageous. "I won't make you sleep on the floor. I don't mind, really!"

"I never said I was sleeping on the floor." you said, inflectionless, eyes half-lidded from the weight of fatigue and soreness behind them. "we're gonna be out on the desert for hours tomorrow. I can't have you die out there because you wanted to sleep on wood."

certain arguments vash didn't try to win, this was one of them, namely because he wasn't actually interested in the floor. so, some thirty minutes later he laid there on the stiff, musty mattress with you, taking in all the smells of age and misuse in his dry nostrils while trying not to open his mouth too wide to suck in any sand.

"not the most comfortable." he mumbled, shifting onto his back after lying on his side for a few minutes. "you sure you want me up here with—"

"it's fine, vash." again, without betraying yourself with a change in tone, you reassured him. you said it to him with your eyes closed, facing him, your back flush to the wall to give his larger body more space. "don't worry so much. just try to sleep for once."

it didn't come easy to him, this you knew. inevitably, he'd be up and around the inn or just outside of it at some point. sleep was a mortal enemy and an elusive love affair to him, a challenging dichotomy that left him tired and worn most of the time. he felt all of it ache in his joint, drag his eyelids down, sit on his shoulders as though his sins weren't enough of a burden.

you saw it and you pitied him, though you didn't have the brashness to say so.

just then, you flinched hard enough to make the bed jerk when his hand touched your head. he apologized quietly, not removing himself from you and let the warmth of his appendages seep through your hair into your scalp, gave you time to familiarize with how it had so much weight to it.

"do you ever regret your decision?" he started stroking your head in short, smooth motions, flattening your hair against your crown. "regret traveling with me, I mean."

you weren't sure why he was asking this during bedtime, but coaxed you to crack your eyes at him, proving you were still awake. his made of brilliant azure we're looking back at you, somehow piercing through the inky night straight into you. they had an eerie, otherworldly glow to them, almost.

"I dunno." you are honest, unsure of the kind of answer he was looking for. did he want comfort, or was he going to try to bail on you again? it had been a while since he last tried. "I dunno. I don't mind it most of the time. you're a good guy, vash, you don't deserve to be all alone in this world."

his hand stopped, but his fingers splayed out a little more. the corners of his eyes started to narrow, crinkles forming in the corners. you couldn't handle how softly, so sweetly he was looking at you now.

"you gave up everything, though." he said, smoothing his hand along that same path on your head again. "you shouldn't have given up your entire life—your career just to…"

he didn't want to finish. your eyes were open fully, the whites of them glistening at him in the dim moonlight.

"you shouldn't have given it all up to be with me." it sounded so unnatural to him, like it was some unfathomable, convoluted thing he had had no business putting a voice to. "nothing—no one is worth that. I'm not worth that."

in these moments, you wished he would let you touch him. all you wanted to do was feel the warmth of your bodies meld together, wrap your arms around him so he couldn't leave you alone in that dusty, dark room, and so he knew he wasn't alone.

"don't talk like that," was all you could bring yourself to say, even though you didn't think it was amiss.

the shadows around his mouth deepened, his smile just a little higher than it usually was. his thumb moved towards your temple, callused pad stroking the skin there, tempting you to lean into his touch even more.

parts of you wanted him to kiss you, because you caught his eyes wavering at times, unsticking from your gaze to sweep lower beneath his thick lashes. you knew he was looking at your lips, and you thought that maybe you had made the mistake of looking first.

he never acted on that as much as you wished he would, but he did keep his hand on you until the gentle motions on your hair finally lulled you into slumber.

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helios-writings · 1 year

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I Wanna be Yours

Vash x gn! Reader

WC: 1k

NSFW! 18+ only. Minors dni.

Warnings: Porn w/o plot, handjobs, crying during sex. Established relationship.

You and Vash rarely get moments alone, but when you do, you take advantage of it.

Your hands were tangled in Vash’s hair as he pressed little kisses down your neck, causing you to gasp. The two of you never really had time alone, so when you did, you wanted to make the most of it. Even if that meant the world’s most desperate makeout session. He sat on the bed of the shitty hotel you were staying at, your legs planted on either side of him, core planted directly above his hardening cock.

“You’re gorgeous.” Vash muttered, nipping at your collarbone.

You laughed a little, grinding down, causing the man to stifle his groan in your shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

You loved making out with Vash, he was so reactive that it drove you insane. You couldn’t resist teasing him. You raised his head from your shoulder and brought him into a bruising kiss, grinding down on him again. He whined into the kiss, making you grin.

“Unfair. Don’t you know I’m a dangerous criminal?” He asked as you nipped down his neck.

“Maybe my plan all along was to seduce you and then take you to the police, claiming the bounty for myself.”

It wasn’t true of course, and Vash knew that, if his snort of amusement was anything to go by, even as he was putting a hand under your thin nightshirt.

“You’re not scared of the Humanoid Typhoon?” The grin on his face was cocky.

You leaned forward, nipping his ear and he keened, bucking his hip upwards, causing you to grind down. The hand that had slipped under your nightshirt was kneading one of your breasts, sending the tiniest sparks of pleasure through you.

“Not when I know what he sounds like in bed.” You told him, hands in his hair again.

Vash pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it somewhere in the room, wrapping his mouth around the neglected nipple. You’d never known another man to love your tits the way he did, he loved playing with them at any chance he could, pouting when he didn’t have enough time. He was the same way with making you feel good, wanting to spend hours between your legs before he even thought about getting off.

You ground against him again, harder this time, letting out a low moan. The desperation was getting to you; the pent up frustration from constant camping and never having a moment alone. Vash seemed to be feeling the same way, if his frantic bucking into you was anything to go by. His green eyes were glazed over with pleasure.

You pushed his head away from your chest, pulling him in for a kiss instead.

“Wish we had more time to ourselves,” he babbled, “I want to make you feel good, baby, I want to spend a whole day in bed with you, whatever way you want me.”

“I want you just like this.” You told him, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out.

The blonde moaned in relief at the cold air. “Feels so good, baby.”

“You’re about to feel even better.” You teased, wrapping a hand around his cock.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Vash moaned so loudly, it seemed to echo off the walls and you slapped a hand over his mouth, waiting to see if someone was going to pound on the door to complain about the noise. When no one did, you removed your hand, sighing in relief. “You need to be quiet, if we get caught in the act, I’ll never forgive you.”

He kissed apologetically up your chest, frowning up at you with his green eyes wide. “Aww, I’ll be good, baby, I promise.

You rolled your eyes, but started moving your hand up and down his length while he stifled his moans into your mouth. He was hot in your hand, and the sight of his cock did nothing to quench the heat you felt low in your stomach, but you rarely got to take the 60 billion double dollar man apart like this, and you wanted to cherish the moment.

Vash pulled away from the kiss and laid his head on your shoulder, whimpering as he bucked up into your hand. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop. Please.”

You kissed the side of his head. “I love you, Vash, I’ve got you.”

He shuddered as he came, his loud moan muffled by his face being buried in your neck. Spurts of cum covered your hand and you made a face at how it felt.

You tried getting up, but Vash clung to you. “Don’t leave.”

“I just need to clean up, I’ll be right back.”

He shook his head, but eventually let you go and you came back from the bathroom with a clean hand, and a warm rag so you could wipe the dried tears from his face.

“I want to make you feel good.” He mumbled, eyes red.

You glanced at a nearby clock and shook your head. “Maybe next time, hotshot. It’s late. We need to get some sleep.”

Groaning, he shucked off his pants and jacket, but waited for you to be undressed to climb under the covers. He was little spoon.

Kissing him softly, you wished him good night.

***

The next day, Wolfwood greeted the two of you at the front desk. “Apparently someone filed a noise complaint last night.”

You turned away from the man, but Vash was beet red, giving you away.

He sighed. “They didn’t fine us. This time, but next time, learn to be quieter.”

Vash leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Can they fine you for a noise complaint?”

“I think he’s fucking with us. We weren’t that loud.”

He beamed. “Told ya I’d be good.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let anyone else hear you say that, What would people say if they knew the most wanted man in the world was such a good guy.”

Vash pulled you into a kiss. “I don’t care what the world thinks; just you.”

“The two of you are sickening.” Meryl teased as she walked past.

“And you’re a mood killer.” You shot back.

“Just one of my many charms.”

You turned back to your boyfriend and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “We should get a move on. I love you.

He pulled you into another kiss. “I love you too.”

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bunnys-kisses · 3 months

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showers - vash the stampede

pairing: vash the stampede x fem!reader rating: 18+ summary: You couldn't imagine life without Vash. He was almost too perfect, sure he was a little too enthusiastic sometimes. But you thought it was endearing. He was such a sweet lover, someone you could always rely on.

The Human-Typhoon settled down outside the major city for a life of relaxation. But sometimes when there was nothing to do during sandstorm season, and the condoms run out, it was highly possible to end up pregnant. tags: pwp, smut, pregnant!reader, shower sex, pregnancy kink, cowgirl & doggy positions

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You couldn't imagine life without Vash. He was almost too perfect, sure he was a little too enthusiastic sometimes. But you thought it was endearing. He was such a sweet lover, someone you could always rely on.

The Human-Typhoon settled down outside the major city for a life of relaxation. But sometimes when there was nothing to do during sandstorm season, and the condoms ran out, it was highly possible to end up pregnant.

You weren't expecting to get pregnant, you didn't even think it was possible given Vash's plant nature! But Vash was over the moon to be a parent! He was doting and caring.

But you knew, when you got changed into evening clothes and you stood naked in the bedroom, that Vash's blue eyes got a little darker. There was something about your pregnancy that riled him up. And while he never said anything, you could tell. Vash was an open book when it came to you, you knew what he wanted.

“Vash-y.” You called from the bathroom.

“Yes, my dear!” He replied as he opened the door to the bathroom and found a large amount of steam surrounding the shower. He could see your shadow though the curtain, what stuck out the most was your swollen belly. It was impressive in size.

You peeked your head out from the curtains and smiled at him, “I need a little help, honey. I, uh, can't bend over too well.”

His eyes went wide as he got closer to the shower, “Of course I'll help you, I am your husband after all!” He said with a chest full of pride. He was quite proud of himself, he was the only man who you'd have a family with. That made him quite happy.

He reached for the soap as you turned to face him, the water raining down on you. He noticed you touch your swollen middle. From his guess he'd say that you were having twins given his history, but who knew about plant and human genetics.

“You're not going to come in?” You chuckled as you pushed wet hair out of your face, “I'm pretty sure you don't want a wet shirt.” You reached out to the collar of his white shirt.

“Oh.” He said, “Ohhhhh. Well, I didn't know that! I thought you just wanted your belly washed there, angel!” He could feel the heat rise in his face. Even after all this time, he still got flustered by you.

Vash got a better look at your beautiful pregnant body. The way you rubbed your belly as he undressed. It made his pulse rise and heat rise in his cheeks even further.

“Do you like what you see, Vash?” You took the soap from him and started to rub it on your swollen middle. You saw him swallow. Oh, that's what he wanted. You giggled, “Does someone have a thing for seeing me all pregnant?

”Oh! No! I love you too much to see you as an object, honey.“ He laughed nervously as he finally took off his bottoms but revealed his erection. He looked down and swallowed, ”It's not what it looks like!“ He was worried about seeming like he only saw you as a vehicle for sex. But there was something appealing about knowing that he knocked you up.

You chuckled again, ”Too funny, you worry too much Vash. I know you love me.“ You touched his cock, getting it wet with water, ”You're playing a weird long game if you just want sex.“ You could recall easily all the sweet things he had done for you, including giving you the chance to be a mother.

”I find you amazing.“ He said softly, ”I want you all the time. But the idea of hurting you scares me.“

You pulled him into the shower now that he was undressed then kissed him passionately under the spray of the water, ”You could never. Now lather your wife up.“ You turned to face the tiled wall and braced yourself against it to steady yourself. It was hard to be balanced nowadays.

His hands touched your belly from behind, his heart raced as he touched your belly. He could feel the weight of it and it made his cock twitch upwards. He swallowed back what he wanted to say before he buried his face into the back of your neck. He inhaled deeply as he felt your bump.

”Mmm, Vash.“ You moaned as you held yourself steady against the wall. Your hips were pulled away from it which left your pregnant belly hanging. You let out a high pitched noise when he started to massage your breasts.

They had grown quite a bit since you first got pregnant. Now they were so sensitive, which only made you grow hotter. Your cunt grew wet from the way he was playing with you.

”Vash.“

”I know, baby.“ He replied, ”Does it feel good?“

You nodded, “You have no idea. It's been so long since you touched me. I know we've been careful but I can't take it anymore!” You let the water rain down on both of you as he felt you up.

He played with your left nipple as his other hand reached down between your legs. He quickly discovered that you were wet and not from the water. He panted against the back of your neck as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He replied, “I can't take it anymore either, you're just too beautiful. I need you, honey. Let me have you.”

You moaned against the tiles as your fingers slipped down. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers as he played with your clit as well. You both panted as he started to finger you. The lust between you two only made the room hotter.

You turned your head to passionately make out with Vash. The blond's lips against yours in a heated kiss as he pleasured you. So much for helping you wash down. You felt pleasure course through your body, you felt on cloud nine as he pleased you.

“That's it.” He said softly, “Such a good girl for me.” His cock leaked pre-cum as he continued to feel you up with one hand. You two continued to kiss.

Soon you believed you were soaked enough and turned off the water. The steam kept you warm as he continued to play with your pussy. He thought the sounds you were making were so erotic. It made him only turn on further.

The pleasure coursed through you and you encourage your husband to keep going with loud moans. You tensed up and gripped onto nothing against the wall. You leaned your head back and made out with your husband once more.

“Please, Vash. I'm close.” You moaned before you climaxed around his fingers. You leaned further against the wall and panted heavily against the tiles. You moaned once more when he playfully rubbed your clit before he pulled his fingers out of you.

“How was that?” He asked as he looked into your eyes. There was pink in his cheeks as he gazed at you with those blue eyes. You pulled him in for another kiss before he helped you down onto the floor of the shower. “Do you think you could help me too?”

You chuckled as you seated yourself in his lap facing towards the head of the shower and away from Vash. You turned your head to look at him and smiled, “Of course, honey.” Then rubbed your cunt up against his cock which made him moan and lean his head back.

You raised your hips and leaned back to steady his cock so you could seat yourself onto it. You seated yourself onto his cock and started to roll your hips. You leaned forward and braced yourself on the floor as you moved up and down his cock. It was hard to get a good grasp of the floor due to the slippiness. But you did the best you could do.

You both moaned as you moved your bodies together. The sounds were erotic and bounced in the small bathroom. You knew you were going to have to take another shower after your fun in the bathroom.

Vash sat up and wrapped his long arms around you. He felt up your belly and eventually played with your breasts, with special attention to your nipples. They were hard between his fingers but feeling the heat of your skin made his cock twitch inside of you even more. It felt so good to him, it was so erotic to have his wife like this.

You two moved against one another, you felt your heart hammer in your chest as you moved up and down on his cock. Your mouth hung open as you moved up and down, your belly and breasts bounced wildly as you moved. Two lovers holed up in their home having the time of their lives before they become parents

His hands roamed your belly as he kissed your neck. His chest pressed against your back as he felt you thrust against him. His breathing was heavy against your wet skin, he'd make sure you were nice and clean after you were finished. But right now he needed his release.

“Shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Ah!”

Pleasure raced through both of you as you moved. You knew how to make one another feel good, you could reach others like a book at this point in your relationship. But even if you knew everything about Vash, nothing could prepare you for what he did next.

He leaned over your shoulder and started to play with your clit once more. His careful fingers rubbed against you which made you tense up. You panted heavily, the mix of water and sweat on his skin. You reached behind yourself and held onto your blond lover.

Your bodies moved together, you felt over the moon about it. He could see your pregnant belly bounce with the thrusts of your hips. He groaned at the sight of you, you were so beautiful.

“I love your body, you are so perfect. You look so amazing. I love knowing I got you pregnant.” He groaned, “You are so perfect, I want you for the rest of our lives.” He buried his face deep into your shoulder as he continued to move his hips up and down.

Eventually you ended up on your hands and knees with your pregnant belly swinging with thrusts. You gripped onto the floor below you and had Vash thrust up into you. You moaned loudly and praised your perfect husband for what he was doing to you. Working your body in such a way that it made you see stars with every thrust of his hips.

“I love you.” He groaned.

“I love you too. Fuck, Vash. I'm so happy I get to have your baby!” You moaned and moved your hair out of your face then continued to move your hips up against his cock. Your cunt was tight around his cock. Your heart was pounding in your ears and your head was spinning. The feelings were erotic, you felt over the moon with pleasure.

“You're so perfect. I'm going to get you pregnant over and over again. The town will be full of little plant babies! Our babies!” He groaned. He loved your body, he loved how pregnancy looked on you. You carried his children so well and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his days with you.

You felt the pleasure crash over you and with a few more thrusts of your hips, you climaxed on his cock again. And soon after, Vash finished as well. He gripped onto you tightly as he finished inside of you. Then you both sat there, coming down from your orgasmic highs.

He still held onto you tightly as you both breathed heavily. You got off of his cock and sat on the floor of the shower. You rolled your shoulders to get the kinks out of it, before you put your hand on your swollen belly.

He looked at you, ”How was that?“

You smiled while breathing heavily, ”Really good. Now, can you help me clean up now?“ You chuckled.

He smiled and came over to you, ”Well, who am I to say no? You are my wife after all.“ He leaned down to kiss the top of your bump. ”My sweet, sweet wife.“

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drunkenlionwrites · 9 months

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Since you started with uncanny Vash, may we have some smut with him? 👀

Hey nonnie, you order - I deliver! Not sure how it turned out, it's pretty experimental this time 😶 Warnings: fem!reader, alien sex, Vash is basically a plant on steroids here. Written with Trimax Vash in mind.

You woke up in your bed alone, feeling the coldness of the sheets on Vash’s side. It was a familiar enough occurrence for you though, having been Vash’s ‘mayfly’ for an alarmingly long time, all his habits were carved and stored in the back of your mind. Sometimes, like now, you wake up alone in a cold bed just to find Vash sulking somewhere alone, being overwhelmed by his heavy thoughts, sometimes you are literally buried in Vash’s body, sturdy appendages sprouted out of him encaging you safely. It all strangely brought you comfort, whereas other people might be rightfully shitlessly scared.

So now you find yourself barefoot and wrapped in a blanket, traversing the hotel’s wooden floor, which is creaking pitifully under each step of yours. And here he is, standing on the open balcony, surrounded by the rhythmic buzzing of the bugs-filled sky, the sight of his fluttering blond-black hair catching your gaze.

“Hey handsome.” you gently murmur to him, which gets you a greeting by his glowing eyes and barely visible tired smile. “Care to join me in bed? It’s awfully empty without you.” Walking up to him, you hug him from behind, burying your head into his wide back after pressing a tender kiss there. The warmth of your body already brings you more comfort than a thick woolen blanket did. You feel how tense his muscles are, and you instantly know that he’s been having nightmares again and now, losing the ability to fall back asleep, is contemplating the thoughts he’s too reclusive to share even with you.

“I’ll come soon. Just don’t feel like sleeping now” and one more fake smile is directed at you. You’re aware of him knowing that you see through each of them, but the habit developed during more than a century is hard to get rid of.

You huff at his retort, determined to not let him be isolated with his reflections, so you squeeze him tighter in your embrace and mumble “Who was talking about sleeping, silly?” Seems like it worked, cause the next moment you feel the movement of his ribcage, Vash chuckling at your suggestion. “Hey, I’m serious. I really need you right now!” you pouted, and even if it is primarily a not so smooth plan to distract your boyfriend from sulking, it’s also true – there’s not a moment in your life when you don’t want him.

He turns to face you, murmuring “Who am I to refuse my prettiest girl then?” taking you into his arms, now cocooned in the blanket like a baby. You use the closeness to his face to press loving kisses to his warm soft lips while he’s carrying you to bed. And Lord, he is so fucking strong, carrying you as if you’re a feather, his muscles barely flexing under your weight.

He plops you on the bed with a soft thud and immediately crawls onto it, not giving you any time to untangle yourself from the damned blanket. Vash smiles at you with a toothy smile, his gaze already predatory, as he methodically unwraps you like a Christmas gift, getting you out of the blanket and then getting rid of your night shirt and panties. His hands are everywhere, both unnaturally smooth – the polished prosthetic one, as well as his own which feels like silk on the sides of your body.

You provide him with the same attention, tugging the shirt off his shoulders to allow you access to his hot skin, the contrast between the ideal porcelain untouched spots of his skin balanced by cracks and grooves of his scars under your fingertips. It would be a definite lie to say that it doesn’t add to his attractiveness in your eyes.

When he shifts his weight and presses his body on top of yours, you hastily tug on his joggers and try to pry them off his hips to glide your palms lower and lower, squeezing his soft ass, knowing that each time it makes him elicit a yelp that you enjoy so much. His eyes are sparkling with mischief as he slowly glides his fingers in between your folds a few times, just to insert both fingers inside your already sleek with arousal pussy. And you know that it’s his petty revenge, but oh how you love it.

You moan his name and press your pelvis closer to him, wrapping your legs behind his hips, wanting to feel as much of his body as possible. Vash grinds against you, and though the space between his legs is just a smooth patch of skin, it still makes you feel even more aroused. “That’s what you wanted, baby? To be fucked back into sleep?” he lewdly whispers into your ear as his fingers curl inside of you, precisely hitting the spot that makes you scream in his hands. He bites your earlobe and moves his face up to look into your eyes and then presses his forehead to yours.

And that makes you completely engrossed in what is happening to you. This is what you’ve been longing for, the one thing that completely ruined you for everyone besides your lover. The sensation of doubled and then tripled emotions and feelings that your weakened brain can barely process. You now feel Vash’s rapture and elation, wrapped in physical sensation of his thick long fingers abusing your pussy perceived by him, finishing with your own corporal pleasure, which now will forever seem the lesser one of those. Vash moans and pants into your mouth, experiencing the pleasure through you, his body is rapidly covering by feathers upon feathers, that now tickle your skin. Not that you can register it, totally lost in the echo of feelings.

His body shifts and morphs, losing the contours of a humanoid creature now, only his fingers remaining the same, moving back and forth inside you, the thumb barely applying a pressure to your clit. But his mind and soul are nothing but human, now you know it. In moments like these you know Vash as if it was you, and you let him know you as if you are him. You are connected so deeply, that it both scares you and makes you want to completely dissolve and disappear in him. This is not making love; this is completely melding in each other. And now he’s your God, he’s your Universe, and you don’t need know anything else except Vash.

You weakly mewl and shudder underneath him, your breaths now completely synchronized, hell, your bodies are completely synchronized and now you are one breathing and feeling organism that’s slowly bringing each other to your release. Vash moans with you once you start clenching around his fingers. You are so close, yet you dread for the moment to end, which Vash registers and consoles you immediately, chuckling at how needy you are.

Just a hard press of his thumb to your clit and a few strokes on the inside of your pussy with additional pressure and you’re done. Shuddering at feeling everything at once. All this love and tenderness, all the longing and arousal, all the ultimately divine pleasure…you really want to dissolve into Vash completely one day.

So a bit of my thoughts about this here: I've been thinking, especially after writing general headcanons for uncanny Vash, what if he doesn't have human bodily functions at all? He doesn't sweat, he doesn't have any thermoregulation at all, he has no need for sleep or nourishing, his skin doesn't have pores and doesnt produce melanin etc. So what does he need the human-like reproductive systen for? Independent plants are the anomaly, what if they can be birthed only from a regular mother-plant? All's possible. So, here Vash is telepathically connecting to reader and kinda experiences his orgasm through her, while at the same time she immediately feels: 1. her regular physical sensations, 2. Vash's feelings and reaction to her, 3. her orgasm that is perceived by Vash. So it's basically triple orgasm, enveloped in all kinds of entwined feelings? Won't it be cool? ahah Also, I know that someone somewhere said that Vash's plant powers work only for plants, but we literally have a lot of instances where humans perceive Vash's and Knives' feelings telepathically: 1. Leonof and Wolfwood feel Vash's rage and pain at Home after Leonoff turned the people there into puppets and after Vash cried blood. Wolfwood thinks how he can't even move, while Leonof is comparing Vash to knives and notes how not human they both are.

They totally perceived all Vash's emotions on physical level. He just stood there doing and saying nothing, yet Leonof and co felt like they just died.

2. I forgot the chapter, but Eldendira was explaning to someone the effect of Knives' presence on regular humans. Something like that his aura is heavy and dreadful and physically palpable, but Gung-Ho-Guns got used to it, and Elendira copes with it the best. 3. Not twins, but in the end of manga all the falling plants transferred all their memories and emotions to thousands and thousands of people, thus they all can thelepathically influence humans in the end 🤷‍♂️ Peace out 🤞

#vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y.n #vash smut #vash headcanons #trigun headcanons #trigun smut #vash the stampede #no beta we die like rem #trigun x you #uncanny vash #creature vash #lion writes

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faulty-writes · 29 days

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Oh oh I’ve got one! Vash Stampede flirting/dating a shy reader headcannons ♥️ please and thank you (sorry had to resend bc I was afraid my asks wasn’t sent)

It's cool dear anon. I'm so excited, my very first Trigun Stampede request! Please let me know how I did, I adore Stampede Vash but I absolutely love the Vash from the 1998 TV series. Not to say the Vash from Stampede isn't loveable, he's downright adorable. But I don't know, right now I'm a sucker for 98' Vash. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this request and please don't hesitate to request more if you happen to like it <3

"Come on needle noggin!" Wolfwood snapped after punching Vash in the head. "Just go over there and say hello! It's not like your dumbass hasn't talked to worse. You've stared at them enough to make a point!" While Vash didn't necessarily agree with Wolfwood, it was true that he had fixated on you recently.

"H-hi there!" were the first words he had spoken to you after casually walking up to the counter of the saloon you worked in. You remember how bright and friendly his smile was but how you stepped back out of instinct. "Oh, shy, right? S-sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you! Heh, heh," he awkwardly waddled back to his seat knowing the last thing he needed to cause was trouble for you.

His second attempt started with "Hi there, heh…just thought I'd try to talk to you again." He chuckled as he laid his hands on the counter. "I heard your name is Y/n," he smiled sheepishly, "what a pretty name." Maybe all you needed was a compliment to make you smile, he'd sure love to see that.

"I don't know, I mean they seem pretty shy. I wouldn't want to push them out of their comfort zone, you know? That's kind of not nice," he said, politely turning down Wolfwood's idea to ask you out. "Pff, suit yourself," he mumbled in reply, "but wait too long and someone else is going to snatch them up and you won't like that."

"Hey…it's me again," he said on a quiet night when the saloon was empty of customers. "Sorry if I've been bothering you lately, I know you're kind of shy but…" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "I'd be interested in…well t-talking to you, heh. I'm willing to listen to anything you'd like to talk about!" Everyone deserved that, right? And since you were busy dealing with customers all day, he was sure you had a lot to say.

You didn't realize his flirting attempts were flirting attempts at all because well, they didn't exactly make sense. "You know…I really admire the way you fill the glasses up," he chuckled. "You're always so careful to make sure the foam doesn't spill over the top," he smiled at you, hoping you'd say something in return, but you just thought his words were as strange as he was.

After a while, you grew accustomed to his warm smile and gentle voice so much that you looked forward to his visits. You also started to get to know his friends, who seemed a bit on edge but friendly. Vash noticed this slight increase in confidence and couldn't be happier for you.

His idea of asking you out was to suggest something quiet to do together to make you feel safe and comfortable. Of course, you never imagined it would end with the two of you staring at the five moons that hovered in the sky.

It surprised you that Vash always leaned close when you spoke and maintained eye contact. Of course, you weren't used to having someone's full attention. But it was still comforting to know that he was always interested in what you were doing or saying.

"Oh, heh sorry! I d-didn't mean to, really um..." The first time the two of you had fallen asleep together, you woke up to Vash's arms securely wrapped around you as if he were afraid that you'd get up and leave in the middle of the night. Of course, after hearing a few things about his past it was understandable why he felt so scared to lose you.

"Sorry…I guess I couldn't help myself, heh…" His face was completely flustered after he kissed you, as was yours. "I…understand if you don't feel the same way, not many people would want to be with…Vash the Stampede. Heh, the Humanoid Typhoon." He nervously chuckled before asking, "S-so…how do you feel?"

"What?!" Meryl snapped, grabbing your shoulders. "I'm happy for you but are you sure this is what you really want?" she asked. "Why don't you let them make their own mistakes, little miss?" Wolfwood said, stepping between you two. "If they want to date needle noggin, then that's on them…" Although he knew that if Vash messed up, he'd receive a beating.

"Ta-da!" Vash exclaimed as he uncovered your eyes to reveal the ruined city of July leaving you in shock. Why would he insist the two of you come here? "I know it's a little weird, but I thought I'd bring you here for our date because..." he reached over to hold your hand. "I think it's about time this place had good memories again."

He always stuck to his belief in protecting something more than anything else in this world: you. This meant he'd step in front of you whenever suspicious characters were around, or people looked at you the wrong way. Blocking their view of you and being ready for action if the situation escalated was something he was all too willing to do.

#vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you #faulty writes: trigun: 24 #faulty writes: trigun: headcanons: 24 #faulty writes: vash: 24 #faulty writes: vash: headcanons: 24

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makoflower · 1 year

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.・゜-: ✧ pretty

vash x reader

you let vash know what you think

warnings; mild cursing

a/n; rewatching tristamp and the urge to do this was strong whenever his face was on the screen. so welp this was born <3 I have no shame

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Vash the Stampede.

He was a vision to behold with his tousled blond mane that seemed to have a life of its own, falling in charming disarray around his face. His piercing sapphire-blue eyes sparkled mischievously, revealing a playful glint that danced in their depths. His boyish features and carefree grin gave him a youthful and almost puppy-like charm that was hard to resist.

He had no business being so attractive.

After spending the last ten minutes admiring him, feeling your impatience build, you found yourself unable to hold back the urge to approach him.

Spontaneously, you closed the distance between you and Vash, your eyes narrowing as you reached out and aggressively grabbed him by the collar, pulling him towards you. You could feel his surprised gaze on you as you locked eyes with him while your brow furrowed in determination as you gave a snort.

"Vash," you said, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and admiration. "Do you have any idea how fucking pretty you are?"

Vash blinked at you, clearly taken aback by your sudden display of boldness. His cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he stammered, "Uh, I-I, um, thank you?"

You tightened your grip on his collar, your frustration growing. "No, you don't understand. You're not just 'handsome' or 'attractive'. You are drop-dead gorgeous, breathtakingly stunning, and it's infuriating!"

Vash's eyes widened, and he looked at you with a coalescence of confusion and curiosity. "I… I don't know what to say…"

You leaned in closer, your grip on his collar not relenting. "Well, you better start getting used to compliments because I won't let you forget how stunning you are. It's like looking at a goddamn work of art, and it's driving me insane!"

Vash's lips parted, but he seemed at a loss for words, his cheeks now a deeper shade of pink. You took a moment to appreciate the effect your words had on him, but then you let go of his collar and took a step back, regaining your composure.

"Anyway," you mentioned casually, as if it was inconsequential, "I just thought you should know."

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Vash standing there, still looking bewildered.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Could we get👉👈 Some vash and Nicholas nsfw headcanons 👉👈

Have I mentioned how much I love Trigun? Well I'm telling you now.

Pairing: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise kink, cunnilingus, teasing, overstimulation, making out, clit stimulation, fingering, breeding kink, creampie, touch-starved Vash and Nicholas

A/N: I honestly didn't expect to love the new Trigun anime as much as I do but damn it won my heart.

VASH

A jokester even when he has sex, he rarely loses his cheerful attitude

He is very soft with you, almost too soft and needs to be told when you want him to go harder

If you don't he will keep slowly edging you towards your orgasm

Really enjoys making your pussy all sensitive from his dick while he slowly pushes in and even more slowly pulls out

Changes from his human hand to his prosthetic one, hot and cold, on your clit

His favorite position is you sitting on his dick, rolling your hips into him, meeting him in the middle with your thrusts

Edges himself too, if you don't come he won't either so you can bet that when he does it will be a flood of cum on his abs

He likes you licking it off him, he's ticklish, but also just likes seeing you go down on him, you need to lick it off his balls too

Hair-pulling is always on the table, a little pain doesn't bother him when he's between your legs, licking his tongue inside of your pussy, cleaning his cum off you like you did for him

Doesn't dirty talk a whole lot, his words are mostly just praise and affection for you, but the he is also the one who has the bigger praise kink from the two of you

NICHOLAS

Its pretty often that his hand finds its way to your thigh while you're driving or out drinking

He loves getting you to the edge and then taking away your pleasure before you can come around his fingers

They're so wet, he's sucking them in his mouth and then using that same hand to stroke his cock to full hardness

Wants you to see how ready he is for your pussy, but is it ready for him

Making love bites is important to him, its both pride and possessiveness

There's little that he won't try for you, he's quite an adventurous man as well and likes taking risks, a little handsy under the table, a little quicky in an alleyway, keeping your mouth shut with his cock while he negotiates a deal or a mission

Pushes your legs apart to make room for himself, you can pull him closer, don't be shy, if you want his cock its there for the taking

Never pulls out of you, its creampies or nothing for him

If its a quicky that you're going for them you will have his cum in your pussy until you get home and change, so you better make sure to squeeze that pretty hole on his cock and fingers so he can push as much of it in as he can

Kids are on the table some day, he wants a really big family so its best to practice for making them right?

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strawurberries · 1 year

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tw: nsfw ‼️‼️

Vash is the kinda guy to be nervous—hands shaking, heart racing, and oh God how do you look that beautiful??—about going down on you; the moment he tastes you though? Addicted. And he'll lap you up like a starved man. He doesn't even know where he is anymore, much less understand that you've reached your climax thrice and are hanging on the edge of detrimental ecstasy. Once you get his attention—roughly pulling his hair, making his head snap up with a delicious moan? He'll be on his knees apologizing, your own fluids dripping down his chin as he unconsciously licks his lips. And, God, does he really, truly feel terrible for being too distracted to listen to you and really, you should yell and hit him; its what he deserves, right? But you now have the most feared outlaw on his knees before you, tears in his eyes, your own cum all over his mouth, and a burning erection in his tight pants that you swear keeps moving on it's own. Are you sure you want this wonderful opportunity to pass?

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whirlwindimagines · 1 month

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'You can hear it in the Silence'

Vash X Reader

Throws this as an offering for my absence

You weren’t sure how long the celebration had been going on at this point, nor were you sure how many drinks you had either. But they were enough for some courage, your eyes hardly left Vash he was being whisked away constantly. Someone wanted to thank him or buy him a drink. It had worked out for the two of you this time, saving the town instead of things going south.

You smiled every time Vash glanced over at you, a sheepish look on his face. He kept trying to make his way back to you, but someone always kept getting his attention. You looked down at your drink, glancing back up to watch Vash. He was talking with a woman, who was hanging on to every word he said. Leaning into him obviously.

Something burned in your chest, looking away with a sigh. You had no claim on Vash, not one that either of you had put a name to at least. Lingering glances, words not said, soft touches when no one was looking.

Downing the rest of your drink you stood, gripping the bar for a second to stabilize yourself. You needed air, the people and music were getting too loud. You didn't look back as you headed out into the night, you sighed leaning against the railing outside of the bar. The music and people, just turn into background noise. You shivered against the night air, hating that it would get so hot during the day, but freezing at night.

“You alright?” You jumped turning quickly to come face to face with Vash, you immediately relaxed. Leaning your back against the railing and crossing your arms over your chest, you glanced at Vash meeting his gaze shyly. “Just need a moment.”

He let out a hum coming to join your side, placing his hands on the railing and leaning forward, “Yeah it was getting to be a bit much.” Quiet settled over the two as you, as you keep stealing glances at Vash. You turned back towards the bar; the music was picking up again. “Do you want to dance?” You asked it suddenly it had even startled you, Vash picked up his head looking at you curious.

You sobered immediately, what the hell were you doing? Pushing off the railing you yelled out a never mind! You were going to back to the bar to drawn your sorrows. A gentle hand on your wrist stopped you, taking a breath you turned to meet Vash's warm gaze.

“Do you even know how to dance?” he teased gently, and your blushed face heated up. You laughed shaking your head, “Do you?” He shrugged pulling you towards him, you stumbled he caught you against his chest. You dared not look up at him, as he shifted his hands he placed his metal hand on your waist, grabbing your hand with his flesh one. You glanced up timidly as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He smiled, “You can stand on my feet if you want. Just follow my lead.”

Then the two of you were moving, you let Vash lead you in the dance and you followed every move without complaint. You held his gaze, as his own softened when looking at you. He twirled you and you laughed, gaining some confidence the two of you began moving quickly.

Vash swung you every which way, spinning you when he’d get the chance pulling you close every time. “So, you do know how to dance.” You teased; you took pleasure in watching his face heat up. “Erm, just a little!” You smiled shifting your arms to rest around his neck, he didn't break eye contact with you as he moved both of his hands to your waist. The two of you swayed in place,

“You trust me, right?” An odd question,

“Yes.” you didn't need to think twice about your answer.

You yelped as he dipped you, clutching on to him. Vash laughed loudly and freely, staring down at you. You huffed, before laughing. As he brought you back up, he began to move again. You had no choice but to follow, he gripped your hands and began to spin with you. Holding on for dear life, your world spinning around you, focusing only on Vash. He stopped suddenly bringing you into him, and you tripped, hooking your ankle around one of his you both tumbled to the ground.

You landed on your back, as Vash fell on top of you. He caged you in his arms, trying not to crush you with his weight. His face was so close as he hovered above you, on his elbows his one of his legs rested between your own. He was laughing and his glasses were nearly falling off his face, you could only look at him amazed. “Your beautiful you know that?” Your eyes widen clamping a hand over your mouth, Vash stopped and laughed looking at you with such a sad look it made your heartache.

Vash pulled back, but you grabbed him by the collar of his coat, your gaze panicked and voice shaky. “It's true! You are, I'm so lucky to have met you.” your mouth was moving faster than your brain your tone desperate you just wanted to stay with him here in this moment

You’re sure it's the liquid courage, but you move to get a leg around his waist and forcing him to his back with you straddling his waist he lets out a startled yelp, looking up at you dazed and blush the color to rival his jacket. You're still gripping the collar of his coat.

You stare down at him eyes wide, whatever you planned to say to him dies in your throat as you hold his gaze. He moves his hands to your waist, for a second you think he’s going to throw you off, but instead, he just rests his hands there.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” Your heart begins to race, the way he said it so soft, God he would be the death of you. Embarrassed by your actions you fall forward burying your head in his chest.

“Hey! Are you alright?” Vash’s hands fly from your waist to your sides and then to the back of your head.

“M’alrihhr just embraced” you mumbled shivering at his touch. God a part of you wished he just throw you off, a deeper part of you wanted to feel his wandering hands. What has gotten into you? You’ve never been so bold… you really did have too much to drink.

Vash starts to pat your head, “I think it’s time we head to bed.” His voice is soft and caring as it tends to be when he speaks to you. You agree maybe you are just really drunk and tired and that’s why you are acting out or something…

The two of you stay in this position for a moment you resting your head on Vash’s chest and him petting your hair. Trying to compose yourself even just a little bit you do find a way to crawl of Vash and get to your feet nearly losing your balance as you do. Vash stands next and he gives you a soft look you don’t know how to interrupt at least not right now.

“Okay… well I’m going to… sleep,” you say awkwardly turning around ready to walk back to the hotel, until Vash grabs your rest turning you around, he’s smiling it’s an easy-going one a real smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “The hotel is the other way.” his voice is teasing, and you’re just embarrassed all over again, you knew that the hotel was in the other direction… really you did!

Too lost in your drunken state to realize Vash is still speaking, until he says your name and it brings your focus to his lips first then his eyes that he’ll hide behind those mirrored lenses. “What?” is all you can manage to mumble out, “I asked if I could carry you,” Vash said his tone clearly amused, he can’t get drunk so when you do, he finds it only a little entertaining. Well, if you didn’t think you were going to die of embarrassment you were now!

“Yeah… please” You wished your brain worked faster than your damn mouth, he looks surprised at your response then he’s grinning and well you can’t say no to that smile. In this moment you two are standing in front of each other, him with a smile and you flushed trying to avoid his grin and his gaze. And then in the next moment, Vash is giving you a piggyback ride back to the hotel, his grip is secure he wouldn’t drop you even if gunfire rained down on you too.

You can’t help but tighten your hold around his neck, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “I’m really glad I met you…” it's whispered softly to him, but the moment the words leave your mouth he stumbles having to quickly adjust his hold to get a better grip. You hardly notice eyes starting to droop as a sudden tiredness takes over you, closing your eyes knowing Vash will take care of you and get you to bed safely. Falling asleep in his presence is easy, you swear he says something in return… but you aren’t sure as your tiredness catches up to you and you fall asleep still holding on to Vash.

#vash x reader #vash imagines #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash x you #vash x y/n #LOOK i may have been gone but this man has never left my mind.#sorry yall i let the depression get to me ;c #vash imgaine #vash the stampede x y/n #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun x you

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mediocreanomaly · 6 months

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Creature!Vash train continues! :D

May we have some nsfw with mer!Vash please?

Authors Note: Yes of course! Sorry for the delay my creative brain was fried. Also theres alot of build up so uh...smut with feelings? Sorry if thats not your jam but Mer!Vash has customs you know. Enjoy! GN!Reader!!! I don't go into detail about the readers uh...equipment so you can read it as either or

Read the SFW Pt.1 Here!

Mer!Vash X Reader NSFW

•It had been a tedious process for Vash to court you. He was doing everything in the book to show off how good of a mate he would be.

•He brought you lots of fish (dead this time after the last incident) to show he could provide food

•He scavenged lots of shiny objects to show you how good at finding resources he was

•He'd make you sit at the rocks and watch him swim for hours to prove how strong of a swimmer he was, and despite his missing arm he was in perfect health! He'd be a great mate for you, see?

•You seem receptive enough of the advances, always eagerly accepting the courting gifts, bringing him new foods to try when he visited, you had even bought a few cook books to figure out what he liked and although you hadn't gotten him a courting gift since the gold ear ring that currently hung proudly from his ear lobe he knew. It was time to make you his.

•There was one final step, a courting ritual custom for merfolk to see if you'd finally take him to be your one and only mate. He was equally nervous and excited pestering all the other merfolk he considered himself close with about it for days on end.

•Wolfwood is admittedly uninterested not caring about anything human related in the first place, luckily Meryl and Milly are more on the excited side letting Vash ramble away about his perfect future mate. Meanwhile Nai is fully against it, angrily telling him off anytime Vash even brings it up… but you can't please everyone!

•So Vash steels himself, pulling himself up on the rock the two of you have deemed your meeting place, only this time he has something special planned

"Come here!" He calls to you in his own choppy mimicking of human language, although he was getting better at it, he still preferred merfolk speak.

•You hear Vash’s voice and trail out of the lighthouse, confused why Vash is calling you out so late. Vash makes an excited chirp noise when he sees you and slaps his tail against the rock to encourage you to come closer

•You laugh and stagger over the rocks to get to him but before you can reach him he dives into the water, swimming under into dark. It's hard to see him this late at night but you sit down on the rock trying to make out the outline of the merman

•You were admittedly confused at the mermans antics. Vash had become more and more clingy lately, although you secretly didn't mind. You enjoyed the company more than you probably should and luck for you Vash seemed to enjoy you just as much if the increasing visits were anything to go by

•You were a bit confused on what he was trying to do though. Waiting for him to resurface so you could sheepishly admit that you couldn't see whatever it was he was doing under the water

•That is until you do see him. Bioluminescent markings beginning to shimmer through the water, a light blue running along his body showing the intricate patterns that Vash swims in. Your eyes go wide, watching as he swirls around streaks of blue dotting through the water. He moves so gracefully, it's mesmerizing. You can't seem to take your eyes off him when he begins making noise

•It's high pitched, but it's sweet. Like a lullaby you had forgotten, was he singing? He must be. You had heard him make all sorts of chirps and trills but this one was different, more melodic and pleasant. You let your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the song. For some reason you feel like you know the tune despite having never heard the song in your life

•After a couple minutes of listening to his song you hear the sound of splashing. You peek your eyes open to see Vash has popped his head above water, he looks...confused? Or maybe expectant? He sings again letting his song fill the air around you then he pauses looking at you waiting. You blink dumbly at him for a few seconds before you find your voice

"...oh! It was very pretty Vash I didn't know you could sing like that, is that all you wanted to show me?" you ask. Vash blinks at you before his brow furrows as he makes frantic chirping noises. You startle, slightly caught off guard by the mermans distress. Did you say something rude? Before you can get an answer to that question Vash's glowing tampers off and he dives into the water leaving you alone on the rocks. You wait for a moment wondering if he'd pop back up after half an hour like with the earring, but hours pass and the dark is starting to make the air around you chilly. You frown and count your losses wondering what had gotten Vash so worked up.

•Vash is heartbroken. Had he miss read the signals? You didn't seem reciprocate his mating dance or his mating call at all! He had tried so hard too! Was his song not good enough? He was sure he didn't have the prettiest voice out of the merfolk but surely it was decent enough, right? Or maybe it was the dance? Perhaps he should have swum a different pattern? He had been practicing for weeks though...

•Nai is the one that finds him pouting making weak sad chitters as he lays dramatically on the sea floor.

•Nai is no help. Telling him the merfolk equivalent to "I told you so" and suggesting he just find another merfolk to court if he was so desperate to have a mate.

•But he wasn't desperate to have a mate, he was desperate to mate you. For the next few days Vash is a sorry sight, slowly drifting around the ocean, frowning every time he finds something shiny since he'd usually just give it to you. He just doesn't understand what went wrong...he shakes his head, he couldn't give up that easily, he had to try again, you were the only one for him, he was sure of it.

•You wait on the rocks till sunset again, hoping to see Vash swim up and explain in broken English that he had been busy or that he was off collecting rare human items. Then at least you could scold him for worrying you, then at least you could see his face

•Ever since that night Vash sang to you, he hadn't come around. You still weren't sure what you had done to upset the merman so much but whatever it was you didn't think it dictated getting the cold shoulder

•You began to wonder if maybe you were boring him. He was always coming here, sitting on the rocks, or pulling himself into the sand to entertain you. Since you weren't merfolk there was just some things you couldn't do, maybe Vash was starting to realize that, maybe you hadn't tried hard enough. You stew in the fact that maybe you and you alone was what had chased Vash off

•It's two weeks later when you've determined Vash isn't coming back that he shows his face again. You aren't even looking for him, instead coming back from the night market when you hear a familiar chirping noise coming from the light house

•The second you hear it you take off down the gravel path to your home racing to see if it's who you think it is, and there he is. Perched on the rocks, blonde hair, red tail and that damn gold earring still hanging from his ear, he looks apologetic and abashed as he makes soft cooing noises towards you which you think is supposed to be an apology.

•You dive for him, wrapping your arms around his wet shoulders trying to starve off the sobs you feel building in your throat.

"Vash! You scared me half to death! What if you had got poached! Or hurt! Or-"

•Vash cuts you off by nuzzling closer to you making a quick series of chirps with broken "I'm sorry’ s" mixed in. You grumble not yet ready to let this go but your more than glad he's safe. You sigh and run your hand through his hair and he gives you puppy dog eyes and a toothy grin. Idiot.

•Just as you get used to the weight of him laying against you, he shifts against the rock to get your attention before diving into the water. Again, his body begins to glow, the light glimmering under the surface, and again his song begins. The soft melody filling the air

•Ah, he was...playing again? You take a deep breath not wanting to disappoint him this time, you stand up on the rock and it seems you’re doing something right because Vash looks up at you excitedly, he sings the melody to you again then watches you, you blink and he grimaces before repeating the same notes-

•Wait a second. You tilt you head and try singing them back, mimicking the tune to him. His eyes go wide and a smile breaks out on his face and he makes a loud trill noise swimming in an excited circle before singing again, now that you know what to do you laugh and do your best to sing along

•He swims in lazy figure eights and you walk forward dipping your feet in the water, despite still swimming Vash keeps his eyes trained on you as if waiting on something, you pad into the water giggling thinking you finally understand this weird merfolk game when about waist deep in Vash grabs you

•You yelp as Vash drags you deeper into the water, trying to keep your head up. He's making excited noises nuzzling against your throat, you feel his tail begin to wrap around your legs as he presses you up against the rock, his clawed hands reach down the swipe along your shorts ripping them off in a single clean motion

•Oh. Oh. Everything clicks in your head all at once, the weird gift giving, the flustered state he was in when you gave him the earring, the dance the singing, Vash didn't see you as a friend, he saw you as a mate

•You blush at the idea but your mind is currently reeling from the merman currently being very eager about running his webbed fingers over your sex.

•You moan, a little nervous about the claws his nails tamper off into but it seems he’s also mindful of that, using his tail to keep you up in place against a flat rock as he focuses on pleasing you, making soft coos and trills as your writhe in pleasure under him

"V-Vash don't tease" you manage to whine out, pawing uselessly at his shoulder. He mimics a human laugh, and nuzzles against you, but luckily complies, he ruts against you and from the slit that sits pretty along his tail, what you assume to be his cock emerges, it’s a bit different than a human one, longer, thinner at the tip but it thickens up the further down the shaft it goes, and it's coated in something slick he seems to be producing

•It makes your mouth water, and you wonder what it would be like in your mouth...another time maybe, you'd have to ask him about it. As of now Vash lines the tip of himself up with you and you’re a little apprehensive about the fact he's about to do this with no prep, Vash seems to notice your apprehensiveness and makes comforting cooing noises before purring lightly and nipping gently against your neck, the vibrations flowing from his chest serve its purpose as you relax in his grip

•Slowly he presses in, it's actually not bad, the further he sinks in the more noticeable the stretch is but he goes slow enough that it's more erotic than it is painful. Vash finally bottoms out, pausing and cocking warming himself with you for a moment while you adjust, he makes various clicks and chirps that you’re pretty sure translate into some sort of merfolk praise. He could probably talk if he wanted to but from the way his irises are blow wide with lust, you’re pretty sure his minds too far gone to try and mimic any English right now

•After you settle and the ocean water lapping at your body begins to get a bit cold from the lack of movement you pat the blondes shoulder to try and signal him to move, he chirps and begins to slowly pull out, you whine at the loss now used to full feeling Vashs cock was providing you but it doesn't last long, as soon as it leaves he's thrusting back into your warm heat

•You aren't sure what you expected, perhaps considering the gentle way Vash treats you you had expected something a soft and slow. Something that, in foresight you should have known would be a falsity considering he was acting on instinct. A fact that was becoming evidently clear as he growled, movements fast and a little sloppy as the clawed hands holding you up begin to lightly sink into your shoulder and hip, the snarls only broken up by needy keens as he ruins you

•It's hard to think like this, the sounds of the waves mixed with the equally wet sounds of you and Vashs body meeting repeatedly is making your mind melt in the most wonderful way, the cold of the water, the warmth that’s blooming between your legs, you don't even realize your drooling until Vash moves his arm away to reach down and touch where you need him most

•You wail, scratching at his back while he makes equally loud noises, somehow speeding up even more as he chases release. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, near your tipping point as your body tenses in what’s sure to be the best orgasm in your life when your feel Vashs sharp teeth clamp down along your neck and- oh fuck

•You scream his name as your body milks him for all he's worth, mind blanking as you cum, Vash finishes with you, pressing in as far as he can as thick ropes of cum are pumped into you filling your impossibly fuller. He doesn't seem eager to let it escape either, staying in you even after he finishes trembling slightly from the over stimulation when the waves jostle your bodies together and licking over his mating bite in apology, purring and cooing at your body he carefully cradles in his arms

•You groan, recovering from...well everything when you lazily turn your head to look at the cursed merman, he offers you a sheepish smile a bit of your blood still staining his lips but the pride that's currently shining through his eyes lets you know he doesn't feel that guilty about the situation in the slightest. You huff in mock annoyance and kiss him, something he eagerly accepts, chittering happily against your lips only to sport a dopey grin when you part, causing you to laugh

•Well...there’s plenty fish in the sea, you're just luckily you ended up with this idiot

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Having your first time be with Vash

He could never understand why you'd want your first time to be with him; he's never seen himself being worthy of love, especially when someone as kind-hearted as you was so willing to give it to him.

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!! gn!reader, reciprocated feelings, penetrative sex, oral sex (male receiving), creampie

After having seen him attempting to tend to his wounds for what felt like the hundredth time, you offered to aid him.

"No, it's okay!" Hidding his pain behind his kind eyes, he stopped you. "I've got it. You should worry about the cuts you got instead."

Looking back at you, the disappointment he held within was immense; if he'd been better, faster, stronger even, you would've gotten out of there without a scratch, but he was too careless.

Picking up on this, you did your best to reassure that you were all right, "These are nothing! They'll be gone before morning―I'm sure of it!"

Seeing his eyes fall, you went to put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, so you felt it necessary to hold him; you wanted to alleviate any sorrow he was harboring in his heart, though that would take many days and nights to do so.

"Tell me what you need," your words were bandaging his aching heart.

Not allowing himself to escape his guilt, he responded, "I should be asking you that." Showing you his gentle nature, he placed his palm on top of your hand.

You'd seen him overcome all sorts of hell, yet his soul had never been corrupted; he'd always been a gentle man at his core. Not being able to hold back your admiration for him, you began leaving light kisses on his shoulder, trailing them up his neck.

He didn't protest to this, despite still punishing himself. Deep down, he yearned to be loved just like everyone else. Pausing at the crook in his neck, you pulled back slightly before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Before long the exchange was testing his self-restraint. He didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situtation, so he hesitantly pulled away. "Getting a bit carried away, sorry," his cheeks were faintly rosey.

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm ready."

Hearing this made him think he'd been knocked out on the battle field and was sent to a fantasy world. "You are?" His face burned when he asked, making sure he heard you right.

Placing your fingers around his waistband, you leaned in to reiterate, "I am." With this, you continued your steamy exchange. The strength behind his lips made you feel bold; you put your hand down his pants, helping him understand just how much you loved him.

"I want to make you feel good, Vash. Won't you let me? Please?"

He was having problems responding―your words left him breathless. But he wanted to make you happy, just as happy as you made him. Pulling you in closer, he tugged at your bottoms. "W-wait," he said, placing his forehead against yours, "Are you sure about this? With me?'

Giving him a sincere and warm smile, you put his fears to rest, "I can't think of anyone better."

His hunger to please was becoming ravinous, and once hearing you say that, in as sweet of a voice as that, made him lose himself in that moment. Promptly ripping your pants and delicates off, the force of eagerness coming from the two of you made you kneel on the floor.

He knelt down next to you, running his hand over your most sensitive parts. You wanted to see all of him, so you released his cock from its cotton restraints. He was much larger than you thought he'd be, but you didn't care. You were hellbent on pleasing him in any way you could.

Leaning forward, you were a bit unsure due to your complete lack of experience. In saying that, you through caution to the wind and licked the under side of his now pulsating member―leaving behind a trail of saliva behind before attempting to take as much of him as you could.

It'd happened so quickly he felt as if he didn't have time to properly react. Feeling your mouth around him was causing his head to spin. Without thinking, he placed his hand on the back of your head and began to thrust into your mouth, leading you to gagging.

Feeling embarrassed, he swiftly apologized. You chuckled before telling him it was okay and not to worry. Your eyes were locked for a few moments, staring deeply into them. You laid on your back, beckoning him to come closer.

Still flushed from the overwhelming urges stirring within him, he pushed past them and positioned himself over you.

"Let me know if it hurts. I'll stop if does, okay?"

Giving him a nod in response, he took that as permission to push inside you.

The feeling of your warmth was a true testiment to his willpower. It was taking every once of his being not to immediately release his repressed lust inside of you.

Your moans grew louder the further he pushed in, the quickening thrusts were sending you into a tizzy. Pulling him closer, you were unable to control yourself―you were approaching your first orgasm fast. Clamping down around him, your nails dragged against his back.

Feeling your body spasm around his cock was pushing him further towards the edge, but it was you screaming his name that sent him over. How he loved hearing you call out to him in your angelic voice.

Unable to hold back any longer, he shot every last drop of sperm deep within you. After the last bit had found it's way to you, the feelings of guilt returned.

"Sorry, I tried lasting longer but couldn't."

Holding him close, you praised him for how good it was and how good he was.

Smiling down at you, he was starting to believe that he could get used to hearing you say such lovely words to him.

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