#vash x reader

All Vash Universes

For starters, All versions of Vash adore and respect you with the utmost certainty. Never in his 100+ years did he ever think someone out there would give their undivided attention to him, much less reciprocate any kind of romantic desire.  

That being said, he also has so much turmoil and trauma that has followed him everywhere, so he’s a bit slow going in the first moments you are together.  

He’s not going any further than initial words until you assure him that you want him 1000%. He doesn’t want to be the first one to shift the relationship until you give him the command. He’s got all the time in the world to wait if he has to. Only going as far as you’re comfortable with.  

Vash adores you no matter what you look like! He’s not one to ever think any kind of body type is better than another. He’s happy that someone just wants to hold him close and let him enjoy the sentiment of physical and emotional closeness.   

He won't push you into anything you don't feel 100% comfortable doing. Man can be kinky AF or vanilla AF if that's all you want to do.  

Vash is nothing but selfless when it comes to wanting to make you feel good. Be it his hands, his mouth, everything he has to offer you a sense of euphoria, he’s willing each and every time. And he won’t stop until he feels like you’re fully satiated. His needs can be met another time, your needs always come first. (But please do not neglect this poor man! He’s deserving of royal treatment too!)  

Vocal AF! But each one is a bit different in their vocal stims and reactions. But make no mistake, you could spend hours learning all the different mewls, moans and growls he makes.   

Will keep you and him a secret, or at the very least, be very quiet about your relationship because of the dangers. The last thing Vash wants is for you to be found out by anyone who is after him, so don’t expect a lot of PDA if at all. (even though it aches to not be able to touch you 24/7)

98’ Anime

~ Playful and Endearing

This man is a horn dog on the outside, we see it plenty, however once you both finally have your clothing off and he has full clarity of what’s going  on…oooh boy does he get real shy real quick.  

He’s not going to back out of wanting to make you feel loved, he just needs some re-assurance that it’s *him* you really want, and not just being a tease.  

Allow some time for visual foreplay, He loves to just map out your body. He finds every inch of you beautiful, scars, folds, curves, birthmarks and moles! Of course he feels differently about himself, but give him the same reassurance and he’s a happy man.  

He’s very playful in his physical foreplay. Finding spots on your body that are ticklish, and will wiggle his fingers around until you push them away.  

Loves to pepper kisses all over your lips, face and neck. He just loves how you sound each time. Do it to him as well! He’s full on blushing and giggling with every press of your lips to him!  

I like to think he’s a bit more jokey/goofy sometimes in bed, not so much that it dampens the mood, but c’mon! This guy uses humor to mask out his pain, so he’s going to make quips every now and then to ease the fear that still lingers in the back of his mind.  

I would say the most submissive of the trio. He’s willing to take on the dominant role if you prefer, but he’s someone who likes to give in to being controlled more often than not. Man has been having to make hard decisions all his life, let him have a break by being a good boy. He LOVES it!  

Loves it when you ride him, pin him down and hold his hands above his head. He’s a full on mess because he wants to touch you sooooo badly but he’s also a good pup who listens to your commands. No touch means no touch!   

Also, please ride this man’s face! Honestly it’s his favorite position, and it’s the one instance where he turns the tables and has you begging for mercy!    

Whines a lot…Whines when he’s fully inside you. Whines when you expertly touch him. That’s his go to sound, and trust me…he’s very vocal with it.  

“Mayfly pleeeeease I wanna make you feel good too!”  

He’s slow with his thrusts at first. He doesn’t want to break you, so he doesn’t push hard or too fast… but he hits deep.   

Prefers to have you pressed against him the whole time, unless you’re riding him. He’s one to want to feel every shake and tremble of your body as he brings you closer to your climax.  

Definitely says a lot of dirty things. Sometimes they don’t always hit the mark, but it makes you laugh when he tries…so that’s a win in his book.  

“Oh Mayfly, you look so pretty taking my fat cock don’t ya?” “That’s it…fucking ride me like an erratic Tomas!” “What?” “Errr— I mean…uhh…fuck me..?”   

Definitely the kinkiest of them. But he’s never one to push anything on to you if you don’t feel 100% behind it. He might ask again later on in the relationship, but if it’s a no, then its a no.   

He lets out deeper purrs when he climaxes. He can’t control it, and he was genuinely embarrassed the first time he did. But you let him know you find it adorable and really hot, so he happily lets it out.  

Says “I love you” the most out of all three. He’s saying it before, during and after sex. And of course he means it every time!  

Cuddles like you’re going to slip away any moment if he isn’t skin to skin everywhere!  

Also, he sometimes cries when he sees your naked form sleeping comfortably. Something about you being so trusting to have him next to you at night in the comfort of his gaze. He's blessed.  

He’s also the clingiest of the three. Once he is for sure in love with you, it’s damn hard to get him off you. In public he’s more discreet with a quick stroke against your lower back when he walks past you, or his fingers lingering a bit longer on yours when handing you something. Anything lowkey so you both don’t look suspicious.

Stampgaze

~ Hesitant And Passionate

He’s not sure at first if he can even fathom that you’re giving him any loving attention. This man has been through a lot of hell, so he’s not sure how to reciprocate any kind of physical attention early on.   

It’s not that he doesn’t understand it, the man has been alive for a long time. However, he isn’t sure if you’re doing this out of genuine devotion or love, or just being friendly enough to help with carnal needs. (Plant Heat has been a topic for this ‘verse so I’m going with it)  

He’s more romantic during sex, but there are times where his goofy side comes out. He has to be a bit more comfortable in your relationship to allow some playfulness to pop through. He feels like if he gets too silly it’ll ruin the mood. it doesn’t.  

I believe wholeheartedly that he’s a true Switch. Mostly in the beginning he was all about servicing your every need, and allowing you to take charge during sex. He’s more than happy being a Sub for you, leading him in what feels best for the both of you.  

Play with his HAIR! Oh he melts immediately if you run your hands through it. Both in his short and long styles.  

He shivers any time you run your fingers along the nape of his neck, and up to his ears. And playing with his earring? He’s whining.   

Speaking of– whiny and high pitched moans happen frequently. Anything you do to him sets him off like a siren. Gently tugging his hair? Moaning into your neck. Caressing his stomach and hipbone? Full on whines and gasps.  

Seriously Vash is vocal in a full range of low to high pitch, it’s all a game of what sounds are associated with what you do to him.  

Loves it when you ride him facing him. Watching you roll your hips and keeping him in place with one hand against the curve of his hipbone, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Oh he’s a goner!  

But after a while, this man has no problem flipping the tables and taking charge. He’s still mainly focused on you, but now he gets to play a bit more with what he likes in a dominant position.  

Like I said, Stamp! Vash is a true Switch. Once his dominant side is out, he’s holding you down, making you beg and being quite the tease. He enjoys every little sound and movement you make under him, taking his sweet time to draw out and map every touch that makes you tremble.   

No matter how many times, or how feral he’s being, he will never not be gentle on the first push of his cock inside you. He’s not going in until after he’s had you cum at least twice however you wish.  

Once he’s fully settled inside your warmth, it takes a lot of restraint to not want to fuck you into the mattress. He’s definitely pent up so the mix of adrenaline and hormones has his body screaming to fuck you.  

Will go whatever pace you want, but he needs to go deep. Honestly all the Vash’s do, but for Stamp! Vash his plant biology is really kicking him to make it count.  

Still very vocal too, but now he’s being more dirty with his words.  “you like being fucked like this Mayfly?” “My, how pretty you look coming undone for me.” And a bit deeper in pitch too.   

He's very much wanting to make-out in between praises. He's not satisfied unless his lips are making contact with you somewhere and frequently.  

His plant pattern starts to glow when he’s about to climax. The first time you saw it happen he felt a bit ashamed, but you gave him reassurance that he looks especially pretty when he does.   

“I love you” is more frequent while he’s in the throes of his own climax. He doesn’t say it just because he’s feeling good. He means it, but he’s definitely a bit more reserved because it’s not easy trying to get out how he really feels. Sometimes it takes him being drunk on that moment to let his words finally slip out.   

Aftercare is the first thing in his mind immediately after. He’s grabbing towels, water, asking if you need anything. The man just wants to pamper you now after all that.   

He’s shy about wanting to cuddle at first. The first few nights he really had no idea how to bring up that he would love to be held by you. So he would just huddle to one side of the bed until you would reach out and pull on his night shirt to tug him closer.  

He loves being the little spoon, but facing you so his head is nestled into your chest. Even if you're smaller in stature, he slides himself down so you can wrap your arms around his head. His ear squished to your chest so he could hear your heartbeat.  

Will relinquish to being the big spoon if you’re in a dower mood, or pout enough to him that you want to be cocooned in his broad chest. He can’t say no to how cute you look with your cheeks puffed out in frustration.  

Always has an arm wrapped around you while you both sleep. He tries to stay awake enough to softly rub little circles on your skin, but the motion slowly knocks him out.  

He’s not big into PDA but will be open to a pinkie hold or some other small but meaningful gesture to let you know he’s still attached to you.

Trimax (Trigun Maximum)

~ Reserved and Reverent

Trimax! Vash has so much love to give, but he’s beyond scared of what trials he faces and how it could ever hurt or affect you.  

He’s protective in many ways, and that did include keeping you at a distance for quite a long time. Only really allowing you to get so close to him emotionally and physically until the tension was so taught that even the slightest longing look in your eyes snapped his resolve completely.   

He treats you like glass at first. So afraid that even the slightest instance of him losing composure would break you.   

You have to allow him time to realize that you’re stronger than you look. Given how long you have been caught in the fray of gunfire and share of fights, he knows you’re not helpless, but you're still human. He’s going to worry regardless even when in the private embrace of his arms.  

Definitely the most touch starved. He’s over the moon when he gets to even brush his fingers along yours. Will spend the most time just wanting to caress or make-out with you.  

He spends a long time just cradling your face in his hands. It’s grounding for him to actually know you’re still there, and he loves how cute you look with your cheeks being squished towards your lips. (If you let him, he likes to gently massage your face too, pressing soft kisses in between.)  

Every kiss from his lips and touch of his fingers on your skin is slow, sensual and devoted. No part of your body is left un-attended and loved by him. To Vash, you’re a sacred being in his eyes, and he will make his offerings as he methodically kisses you from head to toe.    

He barely asks for anything for himself, the man seriously does not think he’s even deserving of your love, so the first time you show him the same kind of devotion, he’s embarrassed and even a bit ashamed that you see him as beautiful as he is. It’s a slow process getting him to be more open about having any loving treatment just for himself.  

Definitely cries quite a bit the first few times you and him make love. That first time you held him tight for a while afterwards, just letting him cherish and truly grasp that what is happening is real for him.    

When he makes love it’s not something he takes lightly. He’s fully focused on making sure you’re fully satiated. Every position, movement, and touch from him is precise to what makes you feel like you’re on Cloud 9.  

If you want romantic and slow sensual sex, he’s going to kiss you long and passionately with every slow, deep thrust.  

If you want him more rough, he’s gripping and pounding you into the bed so hard the springs are breaking underneath.   

Loves his hair being tugged on, especially when he’s going down on you. The gentle scratch of your nails in his scalp really gets his blood flowing down there.  

Loves loves LOVES holding your hand(s) if they are free. He shivers when he can thread his fingers into yours and clasp your palms together. Man would die if he couldn’t do it!   

Gives more breathy and guttural sounds when he’s making love. A few dirty words and praises are sprinkled in when he notices it makes you clench tighter around him.   

“Oh— you like it when I fuck you right here don’t you? “Pretty thing, just like that.”  

But he also mewls and whines when you take charge of his pleasure. “Mmhaaaaa Mayflyyy— feels so gooood…” "You're gonna make me cum Haaaahhh-!"  

This Vash is also a biter. When he’s really in the mood he likes to make a nice mark on your skin to prove that you’re in his possession.   

He loooooves cockwarming before and after sex. He could spend hours just having you in his lap, or pinned under him as he cuddles into you with him fully planted inside your soft heat. He’s even fallen asleep like that before, much to your mild annoyance. He apologizes but he isn’t really sorry. Any excuse to stay close to you in the short moments you have.   

He takes the longest of all versions to say that he loves you, not that he never wanted to, but God he’s so scared of losing you too that the idea of even saying the words has him mentally spiraling.   

But once the first time he says “I love you” escapes his lips, it’s all he is saying, even within the throes of ecstasy he keeps repeating it like a hymn meant only for your ears. “I love you… I love you Mayfly…oh I love you so much—“  

He’s not a cuddler…at first. He’s on the edge of wanting to hold you while you both fall asleep, but he’s also someone who has quite a few panic attacks / nightmares, so the idea of him shifting or possibly hurting you in his sleep is a real concern.   

The work around was he would happily wrap his coat around you at night, almost like a blanket, but he would sometimes sneak his arm underneath it to rub circles on your shoulder or waist.  

Enjoys watching you sleep rather than falling asleep with you. He particularly loves to watch the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. It’s soothing to him to know you feel enough trust and comfort with him to be able to look so at ease and rested.  

“Are you sure you wanna do this, Mayfly?” Vash questions you, his gaze half-lidded, skin flushed and hair tousled. You look up at him from where you've settled between his thighs.

“Vash, you go down on me all of the time. Let me suck your dick for your birthday.” You respond with a glare before going to work, undoing his belt. “Besides, you're already hard.”

He lets out a flustered groan, tilting his head back in anticipation. “Just… don't force yourself.”

“Lift your hips.” You order, trying to rid him of his pants. While you slide his pants and underwear down his legs, you respond, “You think I'm forcing myself? I think about blowing you probably twice a day.”

Vash whimpers at your words, tilting his head to look down at you, “Don’t say things like that…”

You shrug, making eye contact while wrapping a hand around his cock. “It’s true.” The blonde shivers at the contact, the flush on his face deepening from the combination of your words and touch.

His chest heaves as you lean in to press an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his perfect cock. You press smaller kisses down the side before dragging your tongue back up to the tip and taking it in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the base while you suckle, pumping up and down just slightly.

Vash gasps, and his eyes clamp shut when your tongue flicks to play with the sensitive slit. Your hand squeezes the base of his cock as you pull away. “Keep your eyes on me, birthday boy.”

He whines at the loss of contact, opening his eyes to give you a disgruntled stare. “Don’t tease…”

“Don't be a brat.” You reply, unfazed. You keep your gaze open and on him as you lean back in to take more of him in your mouth. His skin is salty, not that you particularly mind.

Vash lets out a shaky breath and moves his flesh hand to push it through your hair, not pulling, just resting. You jerk off the part of his cock you haven't taken into your mouth, using the spit leaking down as lube. He keens, tilting his head back briefly before remembering your demand for eye contact.

When he looks back down towards you, he's met with an erotic sight. You, as lovely as ever, in between his thighs. One hand curled around one leg, the other jerking him off. Those lips he loves kissing so much, wrapped around his cock. Your gorgeous eyes, staring up at him.

Just the sight of you is enough to make his cock twitch. Vash could easily cum like this, but he holds back in fear of ruining your fun.

You take him further down your throat, as much as you can. You gag but keep up anyway; the hand previously jerking him off slides down to fondle his balls. He whines, thighs twitching around your frame, hand tightening ever so slightly in your hair.

You pull back with a cough, slobber making his cock shine in the candlelight of your room. He whimpers out, “Doing so good f’me, Mayfly.”

You tilt your head, offering him a sultry smile before returning to envelope him in your mouth once more. The hand you have wrapped around his thigh slithers up to wrap around the shaft as you suck him off.

Vash’s cock twitches against your hollowed cheeks, and he gasps, mouth dropping open as his eyes flicker closed. “ ‘m not gonna last!-”

You hum around him, taking as much of his cock in your mouth as you can, nose pressed against the sandy blonde hair on his navel. His whole body shudders while you sputter. You pull back to suck on the tip and jerk him off as his orgasm rips through him.

He lets out a low groan, the hand in your hair tightening to a near-painful degree. You pull back, pumping his cock and watching the cum ooze out. Vash is nearing tears as his body twitches in pleasure.

As his orgasm fades, you press one last kiss to the underside of his cock and look up at his blissed-out face. You sit up, using the hand not covered in his spunk to maneuver him into a scorching kiss. His own hands come to wrap around your waist greedily, pulling you close against his frame.

Your kiss is hot and messy, and he can taste himself on your tongue. As you pull back to breathe, you whisper against his lips.

It'd been several months since Vash decided to start seeing you on a much more regular basis. At first, he was hesitant— “I'll bring danger straight to your doorstep. I'm not worth the trouble.” He'd protest. But your lovingly stubborn brand of persistence led to him finally allowing your home to be his safe refuge.

It wasn't much. A fixer-upper just shy of the slums of May City. But you've made it your own.

Comfortable. Cozy. Colorful and inviting. A far cry from the seedy streets outside surrounding the building. And it was a safe place Vash would never take for granted.

And the same went for the care you provided. The hearty, nourishing meals you've made him that fed his body, mind and spirit. Soon enough, he found himself joining you oftentimes side-by-side over the stovetop, basking in the domesticity and indulging in the occasional cooking mishap. Vash's laughter during those moments was something you treasured fiercely, wanting to put it in a jar and keep it safe and close to you forever.

Toma pot pie was one of his favorites from you. The scent of sweet potato pie would have him salivating and dropping whatever he was doing. And he swears up and down on the higher plane itself he can smell your lasagna from iles away! And of course, he greedily took the opportunity to make Rem's savory stir fry much more frequently now.

The weeks went on, and Vash found his usual attire fitting much more snug on his body than before. His strength remained, of course— inhuman, godly, monstrous and unparalleled. But now, he appeared a little softer in the places that rigid muscle once lay sculpted. His hips, his tummy, his arms, his chest, even the scars across his body began to stretch and soften just slightly from the meals you've pampered him with— and no doubt took seconds and thirds without prompting.

Vash squeezes the bit of pudge building in his midsection with his prosthetic hand, sighing with frustration towards the reflection in the mirror. The insecurities he always harbors about himself were creeping back into his mind once more.

“... I oughta get back to waking up for workouts again.” He mused to himself, ruminating over the many mornings he'd chosen to sleep in with you instead.

Just as he goes to throw on a fresh shirt—

“None of that, babe.” You chimed from the doorframe of the bathroom, nearly spooking Vash out of his skin as he yelped.

“M- mayfly!? Warn a guy next time. You scared me!” He stammered.

“Good.” You retorted, walking behind him and snaking your arms around his wider waist. “At least I was able to snap you out of whatever downward spiral you were in.”

Always the keen one, you were. Naive to a fault sometimes, yet you somehow could read people like a book. And Vash was no exception to you.

“Yeah... You got me.” Vash lamented with no true bite behind it as his hands clasped gently over yours. “I, uh… gained a bit of weight since being with you and-”

“You're being loved.” you interrupted, hugging him tighter. “You're letting yourself rest, letting yourself be taken care of, and letting yourself be. That has me over the moons, Vash! And for what it's worth, you're still just as handsome."

An airy chuckle passed Vash's lips, needing to avert his reflection of yourselves from the mirror before he could tear up past the point of no return. His hands grasped yours just a little tighter, pressing your entwined hands into the softer hill of his tummy.

“Yeah… guess I am letting myself be cared for.” He smiled.

You pressed a soft kiss to the heavily marred flesh of his back and smiled in kind.

It was no secret that Vash was usually seen dressed in his signature, strikingly red trench coat, but there were the odd few occasions where he could be seen without it. Namely, when it was being fixed up by yours truly.

It’s a bit odd seeing him without it, not that you mind considering the absolute view you’re getting of him currently.

The Humanoid Typhoon has always been pretty in your eyes, but the… clothes… he wears under his trench coat made him infinitely hotter. The sleek, black bodysuit (does it really count as a bodysuit?) he sports is nothing short of sultry when worn by a man like him, especially with how much you already adore him. The bodysuit gave you a perfect view of essentially his entire torso, considering it was so skin-tight it didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Vash was unintentionally giving you front-row seats to such a mouthwatering sight: him.

You’ve been staring at him out of the corner of your eye for hours now. You look over every portion of his body, admiring his choice in clothing as you put stitch after stitch into repairing his coat.

You fix your gaze back down at the red piece of clothing in your lap, admiring your handiwork. You run your fingers over the newly added stitches that repaired every hole you could find.

You hold up the coat to the light, tilting your head to get a good look before nodding. “I think it’s done!”

The gunman perks up instantly from his perch across the room, “Really!? Thank you, Mayfly!” He grins as he makes his way over to take the coat from you.

You relent the coat to his grip, taking the opportunity to run your eyes across his form once more as he inspects your stitches. It was cute; you could tell he wasn’t used to people doing kind things for him.

You shrug, your eyes fixated on his body instead of his face, “It was nothing, the least I could do after watching you get shot at all day long.”

Vash huffs out a shy laugh, which finally brings your attention back to his face, as he shoots you an appreciative look. “Yeah, maybe, but I appreciate it. Coat hasn't looked this good in ages.”

He spins to set the trench coat down on the desk in the corner of the room, giving you a delicious view of his back. “Although,” He starts, almost apprehensively. “I’m starting to think it was just an excuse to stare at me all day long. Not that I'm very much to look at…”

Your eyes widen in surprise before you roll them, annoyed by his self-deprecating language. “I don't know what you mean by that. I think you're very nice to look at.”

The blonde snorts, turning to face you, leaning against the desk as he folds his arms over his chest. “I can tell by how much you've been peeking.”

You squint your eyes at him. Is he… teasing you?! “Are you not enjoying my attention, Vash?”

“Quite the opposite.” He says with a grin as he freezes you in place with his gaze. “I think I’m enjoying it more than I should.”

Oh, he’s definitely teasing you.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

Vash crosses the room in a few long strides, taking your face in his hands to lock you in a scorching kiss. The metal of his left arm was strikingly cold against your flushed cheek, despite the gloves he wore. He winds his flesh hand to hold the back of your neck to tilt you into his embrace more easily.

You can feel his grin as you whine against his lips, allowing him further access to your mouth,

He’s enjoying this too much. You think blindly as you grip his shoulders.

You part, inhaling much-needed air. Vash’s eyes are half lidded as he flits his blue eyes from one part of your face to another, admiring your rosy visage. He offers a half-hearted smirk, “The bodysuit really does something for you, huh?”

You groan, leaning back to lie flat on the bed. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

He laughs, using his right hand to caress the column of your throat as he parts your legs to step between them. He whispers in an attempt at being sexy, “Want me to show you what’s underneath…?”

You snort, “Babe, I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count. You know I want to see what’s underneath.” You swat his hand away, sitting up slightly to pull your shirt over your head, already ahead of him.

The gunman stares at you for longer than he probably should, his eyes dilated and his jaw clenched.

“Vash…?”

He shakes his head slightly, making eye contact with you as he sinks to his knees between your legs. He set his sights on unfastening your belt, looking back up to you for approval before helping you shimmy out of your pants, taking your underwear with them.

Your body feels warm under Vash’s stare when he spreads you open. He flicks his gaze back up towards you as he begins leading open-mouthed kisses towards where you need him most. His hands wrap around your thighs to prop them over his shoulders.

Your own hand coming up to slide through his blonde locks in encouragement, “C’mon, please, Vash…”

He gives you a sly grin before ceasing his teasing and finally placing a hot kiss on your clit. Your voice hitches, a small “Oh…” escaping you. He loosens his flesh hand from your thighs, bringing it to his mouth and using his teeth to pull off his glove.

You lean back in anticipation, your hand pulling his hair just a bit tighter when he starts moving his mouth in ways that always make you see stars.

Vash groans at the taste of you as he covers his tongue in your very essence. His ungloved fingers play with your entrance before he finally slips one digit inside. Goosebumps cover your skin at the feeling of even just one of his fingers inside of you; they always feel much better than your own.

You tilt your head back with a sigh, eyes clenched shut, focusing on the feeling of him as he flicks his tongue against your clit and entrance. He pumps his finger in and out before adding another, a filthy wet sound emitting from the action.

He moves with gusto, working you open on his palm and mouth. Vash’s touch is nothing short of feverish. Your grip on his hair tightens further, causing him to groan, and you crack open your eyes to look at him, only to catch him already staring up at you from his place between your thighs. The look he gives you has your walls contract as you peak,

“Oh fuck…!”

You cry out as you cum, back arching off the mattress, thighs twitching closed around Vash’s head as he continues to work you through your orgasm. His own hips buck up slightly at the sounds of pleasure you make as you fall apart on his tongue.

You quiver at the aftershocks of your release as Vash cleans you up with his mouth. You release your grip on him when he leans back on his haunches, licking your release from his fingers, eyes locked onto yours, cheeks ablaze. He shoots you a grin as he licks his lips, “Was that good? You nearly crushed my head…” He teases.

You exhale a hard breath, meeting his gaze. “Obviously, it was good, didn’t take much to make me cum.” You sit upright with great effort after the mind melt that was your recent climax and take his cheeks in your hands, “Now, please, take your clothes off and fuck me.”

Vash maneuvers to press a kiss to your inner palm before standing up to undo his belt. The view you get of him is jaw-dropping; his skin is flushed and glistening.

Fuck, he was hard. You could see the outline of his cock from behind his pants. You reach out from your spot on the mattress and press your palm around the shape of him. The blonde chokes, hips twitch towards the warmth of your hand.

“Careful, Mayfly. I don’t wanna cum too early…” He says, shyly, as he moves away from your touch to continue shedding the outfit that started this in the first place. You admire the view, just like you had earlier today.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, watching while he finally pulls off the last piece of clothing.

Vash shakes his head lightly as he gives you a bashful smile, “Maybe later, I wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

You sigh wistfully and mutter, “A girl can dream…” as you flick your gaze between his pretty face and his perfect cock. He huffs out a small laugh as he crawls onto the mattress, pushing you up against the mountain of pillows and crawling in between your legs.

The gunman lifts your thighs over his hips as he nudges closer to you. You sweep your glance across his body once more; despite the scars that cover him, he’s still beautiful. You reach one hand up to caress his cheek as he maneuvers you the way he wants you, thighs wrapped high around his waist, pressed nearly flush against him.

He makes eye contact with you once more before turning his face slightly to nuzzle into your palm. “You ready?”

You flash him a smirk and nod, “Told you to fuck me, didn’t I?”

Vash wastes no time pushing himself into you. The feeling leaves you both reeling when he buries himself to the hilt. You gasp as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply. His hips twitch forward slightly, and he clenches his jaw.

He pauses a moment before settling his pretty blue gaze on you once more. “Good?” He manages to grit out, clearly trying to restrain himself.

It’s something you love about Vash: even though he’s got a massive bounty on his head, he always remains the perfect amount of gentle.

You sink deeper into the pillows you rest on, gliding your hand down to rest on his shoulder as he grips your thighs in a tighter hold than probably necessary, not that you’re complaining.

“Mhm.” You hum out, locking your ankles together behind his back.

He unceremoniously pulls back a bit, only to roll his hips against yours with a force that makes your mind blank. You let out a whine, “Shit…!”

Vash leans down to lock you in a searing kiss as he continues to drive his length into you at an unforgiving pace. He brings his metal hand up to fondle your chest before bringing it back down to circle your clit. You're pliant to his touch, sighing into the open-mouthed kiss you’re both locked in.

The motion of his hips is one of the few things on your mind. The way his skin meets yours makes your fingertips buzz as they grip any part of him they can reach.

Vash pulls back to allow you to breathe, opting to bury his head in the crook of your neck, and he rocks into you. He lets out a groan as you clench around his cock. His pace turns frantic, hand rubbing your clit at a more desperate pace.

“Fuck! Vash, I’m gonna—“

He sounds nothing short of ragged, and he nods into your neck. Pressing kisses anywhere he can reach as he tries his hardest to get you to come apart.

Finally, you cry out as your body convulses, your vision flashes white in pleasure. Vash shutters against you, gasping into your skin as he melds his body to yours once more to spill into your heat.

Your walls spasm around him while he rolls his hips a few more times to push you both through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

Everything is sticky and warm, and you feel the best kind of boneless when Vash pulls back to check on you. The look on your face must’ve told on you because he instantly looks shy.

“Might’ve overdone it a little bit…”

You open your eyes. “I feel like I’m melting.”

Vash pulls away from you with a wince. “Is that good or bad?”

You smile, exhausted. “Good. Definitely good.”

Like I said before: send me requests!! please!!! I'm not shy; you shouldn’t be shy!! I’ll write for most fandoms and a plethora of genres of smutty goodness so long as it’s nothing immoral.

You watch Vash fidget with his gun from the other side of the room. He’s sat at the rickety desk of the shoddy hotel room you're staying in. His metal arm glints against the candlelight you're using to “read” your book. Really, you're thinking about, well, him.

He huffs out a sigh of irritation, setting down his gun on the desk to push his bangs out of his face. He closes his eyes briefly.

You grin, “You alright?”

Vash’s eyes flicker towards you from your perch on the bed. He sighs again before replying with a shy smile, “Yeah, just tired. I think.”

You rake your eyes up and down his form. He’s missing his usual red coat and sunglasses; his hair is freshly washed, and he’s wearing sleep clothes.

Vash notices your stare. “What is it, Mayfly?”

You squint at him, thinking. “Can I suck your dick?”

Vash chokes, and his eyes widen exponentially, clearly taken by surprise. “What?!” He finally stutters out after composing himself.

You tilt your head, admiring his shy expression, and shrug. “You look really pretty right now.”

He looks down at himself, then back up at you. “I’m wearing pajamas.”

You hum, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to cross the room and stand in front of him. “I know. I like seeing you all domestic.” You smirk, taking his head in your hands.

Vash pouts at you from his seat below you, pushing his cheek farther into your palm as his hands come to grip the back of your thighs.

“So can I?”

He closes his pretty, blue eyes, cheeks flushed, eyebrows quirked up in contemplation. “Yeah… If you want.” Finally, Vash replies, voice quivering.

You take him in a kiss, humming into his lips. Admiring the sweet taste of his mouth. He relents instantly, already submitting to your touch.

Las noches eran distintas, cuando estaban solos y el silencio reemplazaba las bromas y el viento recorría las dunas, Vash bajaba la guardia.

Esa noche, acamparon en el desierto, él se sentó a tu lado mirando el cielo lleno de estrellas y no hablo demasiado.

Simplemente disfruto de que estuvieras allí.

—Gracias…— Murmuró casi sin que lo escucharas.

—¿Eh?, ¿Por qué? — preguntaste algo confundida.

—Porque… contigo puedo olvidarme un rato de todo— susurro mirándote, no había una sonrisa exagerada o tontas que siempre hacía, solo una pequeña, completamente real, de esas que eran mucho más difíciles de conseguir.

Giró la cabeza lentamente hacia ti, sus ojos azules brillaban con una ternura inmensa, te miro y tú le devolviste la mirada, sus rostros estaban tan cerca, sus ojos se encontraron con los tuyos, como si estuviera preguntándote en silencio si podía acercarse un poco más.

Cuando se redujo más la distancia, lo hizo con una delicadeza sorprendente, jamás intentaría hacer algo que tu no quisieras.

Esperaría hasta el último segundo para asegurarse de que tú también quisieras lo mismo.

Y entonces…Sus labios encontraron los tuyos, el primer contacto fue suave y cálido, casi tímido.

Un beso corto, como si todavía le costara creer que aquello era real, cuando te apartaste apenas unos centímetros, él sonrió con esa expresión llena de nervios y un sonrojo en sus mejillas.

—¿Eso… estuvo bien? — Susurro nervioso.

En lugar de responder con palabras, tomaste su chaqueta roja y volviste a besarlo. esta vez Vash dejó escapar un pequeño jadeo entre el beso, su mano terminó rodeando con cuidado tu cintura, mientras la otra acariciaba lentamente tu mejilla.

Esta vez era un beso más profundo, más largo, lleno de emociones que nunca lograba expresar hablando, todo el amor que llevaba guardado.

Aun así, seguía siendo increíblemente considerado, nunca apresuraba las cosas, cada vez que necesitabas respirar, se alejaba apenas unos centímetros, apoyando su frente contra la tuya.

—Podría acostumbrarme a esto…— Susurró entre risas nerviosas rascándose la nuca — Creo que mi corazón va demasiado rápido por ti.

Lo miraste divertido con las mejillas rojas. —¿El legendario Vash Stampede se pone nervioso por un beso?

—¡Oye! — Protesto con las mejillas rojas.

No pudiste evitar reír nuevamente, el también y, antes de que la risa terminara, volvió a acercarse y esta vez el beso fue lento, como si quisiera memorizar cada segundo contigo.

Porque, después de todo lo que había perdido en su vida... había encontrado un lugar donde, por fin, podía sentirse en casa, junto a ti.