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beanibon · 3 months

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Do you do g/t requests? If so, would you be willing to do something with a Giant! Knives and a Tiny!Reader? It could be sfw or nsfw. Much appreciated!

Of course! Fair warning I may not be the best with g/t, but something about a tall Knives coddling his tiny human makes me soft!

CW: nothing! Just pure tooth rotting fluff and wholesomeness, sorry Anon I really wanted to give Knives some loving from his tiny mate.

If anyone were to ask where you'd see yourself in the future, the first thing that came mind would be the opposite of this. Enjoying the sunset on the tallest building in Julai city, with an oversized, 10 foot tall, independent plant wrapped around you like a cat.

Still, nothing could change this, not even if world was offered in its stead. How could you ever possibly replace the rare affection of your odd relationship with the planets most deadly creature. You simply couldn't.

As your hand brushed through those soft tresses of platinum blonde hair, humming as the wind began to turn chilly, you couldn't contain the smile from appearing on your face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You asked softly, afraid to stir the partially snoozing Knives.

A huff sounded, ice cold eyes staring up into your own as they solely focused on the sky. "I suppose, though I find gazing at you much more preferable."

"Is that so?" You giggled.

"Is it wrong to compliment my mate?" He queried, often getting confused at your teases. Knives had never quite grasped the concept of human behaviours, characteristics and personality. Why would he when his soul intention was to free his sisters from humans? Yet he tried around you, finding it difficult at times when you playfully teased him.

Gently you grasped his face, a loving kiss placed between his brows. It was enough reassurance that you only teased, leaving the plant to untense and bury his face against you.

These times spent together were rare, as Knives spent more and more time travelling to reclaim what was his. Never did he take you with him, for fear of you getting hurt or worse. So you remained in the care of the Eye of Michael in his absence, that way you were always protected.

He stirred, shuffling into a sitting position where he gently scooped you into his lap, arms wrapped around your small frame. The warmth you provided was comforting, easing Knives into a light slumber.

"Are you tired, my angel?" You asked, gazing up as his eyes opened reluctantly.

Those cold eyes were only ever filled with warmth when gazing upon you, the moment you weren't in view that stare turned stone cold immediately.

"Yes, but if you wish to stay beneath the stars longer than I'll stay."

"Ever the gentleman," Your laughter was addictive, if only he was more skilled in bringing it out. Humor wasn't his strong suit. "But I can enjoy it inside just as much as out here, so please take me inside. That way you can rest, you've had a long journey and I'm sure others will allow their god to relax for a night."

Knives elected to ignore your mockery for tonight, ever since you happened to hear him refer to himself as a god he's been the butt of your jokes for months. Not that he truly minded, if it meant to hear your laughter.

"Hush, unless you wish for me to gain a headache." Knives attempted at a joke, which seemingly worked as he hoisted your tiny body with ease into his arms.

"You only get headaches when you leave me unsupervised in your piano room, I can't play those notes properly with how big everything needs to be for you."

"Well, maybe you should stick with the one I had specifically crafted for you. After all, that did take a bit of funding to put together." Knives shot back, a gentle smile present as you playfully slapped his chest.

"It's not as fun!"

A deep laugh rumbled from your beloved, face nuzzled into the curvature of your small body. How he enjoyed such light-hearted banter, if only Vash were here to join, then maybe he'd feel even more complete.

"If you behave and let me rest, perhaps I'll allow for your 'artistic key smashing'." A kiss was placed against your stomach, earning him several along his forehead in return.

"You have a deal."

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beanibon · 3 months

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Update!

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to thank you all so much for your patience, it means a lot to me. I don't want to keep any of you guys in the dark with your requests, just know that I am working on them! I've been having fun brainstorming ideas for all of them, and giving them a creative start.

My plan is to complete a few, then do a massive publish of two or three complete requests at the same time. So it may take a little longer until your requests are published, not to say that they aren't done.

Now onto why I haven't been as active since coming back.

I truly do apologise for the sudden disappearance once again, it's been quite hard at the moment for myself since Christmas. Work has been hectic, for anyone that doesn't know I work a total of three jobs, just to have enough money to live a somewhat normal life. As of recent, my main job which is a beautician/massage therapist at a Day Spa, the salon I work at will be closing down, which has added some stress onto me for finding another salon. I won't go into any further detail, but shortening it, since the holidays I hardly get a single day off, and sometimes that can effect my writing schedule.

Now I have begun scheduling specifics days for specific things, for not only tumblr, but ao3 stories as well. Hopefully these will come in fruition soon.

Another unfortunate turn of events is Toast. To everything clear, SHE is healthy (yes, I discovered that he is a WOMAN, and has five infertile eggs incubating inside her lil fatass). Currently she has been undergoing a few tests with the vet due to a sudden lump on one of her knee joints, the worst possibility has been ruled out, which has come to a relief. Further tests are underway, and I've of course been a frantic mess since knowing she is in pain. So that has also taken a toll on my free time, schedule, finance and everything, so there may also be delays due to that.

Just for now know that I do have schedule, it may not be followed steadily for a little bit due to these current events, but I am trying. Thank you again for all your patience, I truly appreciate it and all of you.

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beanibon · 4 months

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~ Christmas and New Years Special ~

Summary: Knives doesn't quite understand the concept of Christmas, but still wanted to reward his best employee with a truly tempting present.

TW: Smut, dubcon, suffocation, face riding, spanking, bondage, dominant reader, reader with female anatomy, sex toys, boob job, lactation kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, stomach bulge, creampie, marking

After all these years, Knives still hadn't grasped the concept of what Christmas truly was about. Rem had made an annoying habit of celebrating the holiday on board Ship 5, still it had confused the Plant even then, unable to understand why humans celebrated such a useless holiday.

The keys to his piano halted their melody, Knives brows furrowed in agitation, lips jutted out in a pout. Why was he so stuck on a holiday that he never participated in for years?

Simple answer: his number one employee, you.

You had showed your utter devotion to his cause, caring for his sisters beyond even his care. That prickly Independent trusted you with keeping his sisters safe in his absence.

There had to be something he could present to you, a 'thank you' if you will.

"Lord Knives, Pardon my interruption but you're required- . . . My Lord? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Christmas had been a rather special holiday for you and your family, participating in many traditions you've created over the years with each other. Of course, that had changed since they passed, leaving you to remain alone for the once special holiday. Busying yourself with work, or a constant flow of alcohol.

So anyone could imagine your shock of what greeted you upon entering your quarters, mouth agape at the sight of Knives proudly standing before a poorly decorated tree.

"Master Knives? Why are you- better question, what are you doing?" You seemed sceptical, unsure of what exactly was happening.

Knives turned to you, a devilish grin stretched across his lips. "Just applying the finishing touches to your present, I do hope you enjoy it."

"Please sir, never smile like that again." You deadpanned, shuddering at such an evil smile. Smiles just didn't seem to suit that usual grouchy face, it was practically taboo to witness such an expression.

He paid no mind to such a rude comment, instead stalking towards you, still shielding you from the present he seemed so smitten of. Circling around you, like a predator to prey.

"You've devoted yourself so wonderfully to my cause, since humans like to celebrate around this time of year, I thought what a perfect opportunity to gift you with someone unforgettable," Knives slowly pulled you closer, hands childishly concealing your eyes. You could've sworn you heard something, movement or even . . . a whimper? "So please, enjoy to your hearts content, my number one employee."

Only then did he reveal the contents under the tree, your mouth dropping instantly at the sight, face burning red. Legato was displayed in a neatly wrapped ribbon, joints tied together so he wouldn't move, a ball gag shoved in his mouth. Completely naked. The ribbon ended in a neatly tied bow at the tip of his dribbling cock, said bow holding a vibrator against his tip.

Two hands eased their way over your shoulders, snapping you from the temptation before you. Knives look well achieved with his gift, head cocked to the side as if waiting for your words of appreciation. Except you had none, too shocked to even form a proper sentence, mouth opening and closing as you tried to make heads and tails of what was going on.

"Don't break him too much, I still need him unfortunately." Knived sighed, deciding he'd now take his leave.

You were now alone, the only sound was the steady vibrations of the toy stimulating Legato's cock, and the occasional pleading whimper. It was kind of satisfying seeing a man once poised with pride, constantly hassling you for doing your assigned job, in a stupefied position. Perhaps you could enjoy this.

Legato could hardly breathe, face pressed firmly against your wet cunt, noises muffled around the gag shoved between his teeth. Every movement resulted in his cock twitching, longing for some kind of sweet release. It was never granted. You much preferred to watch Legato suffer, squirm beneath you as you grinded needily against his face, pinning him on the floor beneath the Christmas tree.

The noises you made went straight to his core, legs kicking as you shoved your clit against his nose. Your fingers found themselves embedded in that unique blue hair, tugging Legato against your cunt more your climax neared.

Toes curling, your juices drenched Legato, leaving him to gasp for much needed air once you moved to rest against his stomach. Vision clouded, he looked drearily at you, those golden eyes studying your hunched form.

"Not... done..." You panted, offering a blissed out grin to Knives right hand lacky. "Lord Knives said I can have all the fun I want, and don't think I've forgotten about all those times you screwed me over. Yeah, thought I'd forget? Tough shit."

The sounds coming from your quarters were beyond lewd, a steady chant of painful cries and the rhythmic slaps of a whip against bare skin. Red litter Legato's pale skin, ass in the air while you teased his balls with leather whip. Each dangerous touch had him shiver, cock pleading to be touched, anything to stop his painful erection.

An inward groan, pain and pleasure swirling around the pit of his gut. Legato wanted more than your persistent teasing's, yet he knew you wouldn't give in so easily. Not when he mistakenly made your life much harder than it needed to be.

"Bluesummers? Is something the matter?" Your teasing voice asked, the whip pressed forcefully against the tip of his cock.

No words were able to be formed, Legato, now free from his restraints, muffled any noise with your decorative pillows. His master had already made a fool of him, he couldn't allow for his own noises to continuously betray him.

"Pity, you had been making such pretty noises. Must I continue to whip you?"

Legato jolted, eyes wide as he frantically shook his head. A cry of pain erupted from his drool coated lips, you having denied his silent request. The whip made harsh contact with his balls, legs now pressed firmly together as they throbbed in agony.

"Pl-please, just quit torturing me." He whimpered, hips wiggling as he struggled to sit up.

"Does my precious present want to feel my pussy around his cute little cock?" You cooed, leaning against his back. Sweetly you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him further against you.

Weakly he nodded, vision hazy as his sack continued to throb. Hearing your voice hum in thought, Legato began to think you'd be merciful.

"Quit squirming, or I won't even bother trying to help anymore!"

Oh how wrong he was.

Legato was already a mess, legs quivering, toes curling as you squashed your tits around his aching cock. He'd already showered those perfect mounds in cum from the mere sensation of them engulfing him, you couldn't think of a more pathetic man than what was before you.

You seriously wanted to just let him suffer, but with his constant mewling you had to give in eventually. A small reward for his efforts was somewhat necessary, even if he was a bastard.

Moving your breasts up and down along his shaft, Legato leant forward, messily thrusting into your advances in desperation of some relief. It was rather amusing, watching such a reserved man turn into a needy manchild.

"Good boy, almost there~" Your praises egged him, kisses along his cock sending chills along his spine.

Those beautiful lips pressed against his dribbling cock, mixing your saliva with his semen. If Legato believed in heaven, this was surely what he'd imagine walking though it's gates would be like.

A few more quick thrusts and your face was coated in his hot cum, tongue dragged along him to clean anymore mess. If he could the muster the strength, find it in him to disobey his master, Legato would smash your face downwards, have you choke on his cock. But he didn't dare play with his life, not when there was still his bidding to uphold.

Suddenly his face was pressed against your warm bosom, cunt hovering teasingly over his cock.

Understandably he got excited, finally able to properly relief himself inside your snug, warm pussy. Get his own present from an unfortunately embarrassing circumstance.

"You ready?"

Legato nodded against you chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, ready to guide you if need be. Slowly you lowered yourself, easily adjusting to his measly size as you wiggled your hips teasingly.

The pace picked up well before Legato could enjoy the feeling of being inside you, moaning as his hands travelling along the ridges of your spine, familiarising himself with every perfection and imperfection of your body. His mouth enveloped a warm nipple, suckling on it as the other pinched your neglected teat. Suddenly you let out a strangled gasp, body flinching as an unusual sensation overcame you, squirming as Legato drooled around your nipple.

A hand hovered over your breasts, the crushing feeling of Legato's abilities prying milk from your tits unnaturally. Now that glutton was contently drinking, breaking away for only a second to catch his breathe before diving right back in.

It was an uncomfortable sensation, one that had you squirm away, only to be brought right back. Legato wasn't going to let you go, not when he was so contently feasting upon your breast milk.

Your insides were painted with hot cum, hips still dragging along his pelvis as Legato continued to thrust more steadily into you. The two of you seemed to have found your rhythm, allowing the other to follow in the dance.

As Legato moved from one teat to the other, those golden eyes stared up into yours, attempting to read your expression.

"Feels weird, stop it." You grunted, hating how you were denied one simple request. This was supposed to be your special Christmas present, yet it seemed like Legato was slowly getting more confident.

"Apologies, but when did you start giving me commands?" He chuckled, free hand flexed as your body grew rigid, flushed against him as you lost control of your movements. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be slightly disobedient to Knives request, you'd still get to enjoy him.

You wanted to curse, fight against those invisible threads holding you in place, but all was denied as you felt your orgasm suddenly crash over you. It was intense, causing you to cry out and cling to Legato desperately. The last time you checked, you weren't even near the peak of orgasm, so how the hell did you come so damn quickly?

"You seem to forget, that by a simple jerk of my fingers," Once more your body convulsed, juices gushing over Legato's cock as you cried out at another harsh orgasm. "I can do whatever I please with your pathetic mortal body."

Your body was weak, quivering with exhaustion as you tiredly stared at the bland ceiling. Each tit leaked continuously, more than even Legato cared to lap up, pussy bruised and stuffed full of seed.

Having endured your torture long enough, Legato was ready to have the tables turned in his favour. One finger at a time.

What was supposed to be a fun adventurous night, filled with exploration of Knives' right hand lacky, turned into mind numbing breeding session where Legato did whatever he pleased. Right now, your body was squashed into a mating press, legs above your head as you were being rammed into, cunt swollen and leaking previous loads of mixed cum.

You weren't one to complain, in fact you found Legato's sudden dominance kind of hot. But you felt like any second you'd burst with the amount of cum shoved into your guts, stomach swollen as once again you were pumped full.

Slender fingers replaced the cock inside your cunt, making sure none of the seed fucked deep inside you would spill out. Lips capturing yours in a heated, hungry kiss.

As Legato pulled away, a triumphant smirk plastered over his face, those fingers remaining deep inside you. He bent down once more, centimetres from your face. "Lord Knives was quite generous with your present, don't forget to thank him properly for the kindness he displayed to you."

Teeth sunk deep into your neck, a strangled moan escaping your wet lips. The sensation hurt, leaving behind a stinging mark as Legato licked the blood beading from the mark.

"Now, you shall have to enjoy my company for as long as you have worth in my eyes. But I don't think I'll ever tire of you, my dear."

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beanibon · 4 months

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Requests are Open!

Just making another announcement now that I've looked over my blog, so please ask away.

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beanibon · 4 months

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Hi there! Are your requests open or closed? I saw in your bio and top post that there open, but the ask box says closed. Just wanted to make before sending something in! Thanks!

Oh! I must've forgotten to update that!

Yes they are open, send it whatever you desire Anon! I will change that immediately. Been wondering why it's so quiet 🤣

#beanibon asks

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beanibon · 5 months

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Hello! i was the anon for the god reader thing! YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER HELLO??? THAT WAS SO AMAZING???!!??! i have so many more thoughts if you wish for them, i am a knives and wolfwood centered library of ideas.

I'm so glad you enjoyed! I was so worried I went off a little too much, but I'm so happy! My mind was pumping out so many things writing that out, it was so fun!

Also feel free to spew out anything knives related to me, my dms are open if you wanna share! 🥰🥰

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beanibon · 5 months

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i like to think knives would consider himself above a god, someone a higher being than the highest of them all,, so hear me out, god reader getting absolutely railed by him.

that is the whole thought. 🧍‍♂️

Anon, istg you have the biggest brain. I hope you know I'm going feral on this post, and making some crazy ass shit up.

TW: smut, slight dubcon, giantess (sorrynotsorry, I need some size difference in my life), size difference, breast feeding (don't judge), female Pronouns but you also have a massive cock, slight oral, slight suffocation.

Cum All Ye Faithful

Mortals, so small, insignificant to a being such as yourself. Overlooking their menial tasks, though you could appreciate the determination they perceived with each obstacle. Your precious little humans, doing their darnedest so survive the horrors of this desolate planet.

"And here you are, degrading such sweet creatures." You glanced at the creation in your presence, legs kicking as he squirmed under your weight.

This being may be man-made, but a creation he was nonetheless. A cute one at that. A pity it was filled with hatred for those you protected, nothing will change that, not even the excruciating erection he spouted at your advances.

A pitiful sigh escaped you, releasing the being known as a Plant, only to hear his awful speech of anger.

"You dare treat me this way? A God!? I'll smite you for poisoning me, crush you beneath me like the ant you are!"

Your laughter had him seeing red, those funny little tendrils whipping out. "Me the ant? Aren't you so adorable! And here you are, half the the size of me."

With his face red with embarrassment, trying to look anywhere but your distracting chest, you took the opportunity to hoist him in the air. The verbal abuse you got was nothing, it was actually rather amusing to listen to. This tiny man, screaming obscenities like some big scary hell hound, when in reality he was some bad tempered chihuahua.

"Knives, was it? You need to learn how to loosen up, especially in the presence of a holy being. Actual gods don't talk like that, unlike you we have nothing to prove. So, relax." Your tongue rolled out from between your lips, that precious creation cradled gently within your hands. His bare body tasted so sinful, it certainly looked better without that hideously tempting skin tight suit. Now you could admire that alien genitalia, how it's petals opened upon contact.

"Such a pretty sight you are, see how your goddess treats you? With kindness despite your acts of violence against my precious humans." Your mouth engulfed his erection, suckling against it until that sweet nectar lathered your tastebuds.

Knives squirmed, fought against these profound advances. Treating a being of higher power like this!? He'd kill you, slay you where you stood!

"Wi-witch! Release me! Or I'll- AH~" His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, lips forming an 'O' as your fingers pinched at his nipples.

These sensations were bizarre, foreign and a mixture of enjoyable and distasteful. Yet Knives couldn't combat against the way you so delicately placed him down, the bed covered in the softest blankets, pillows and much more. There he was able to properly take in your glory, lips pressed against his body, leaving tingling sensations along every spot you kissed.

Oddly, he began to yearn for your touches, eyes hooded as his vision began to blur. It was as if he was seeing the gates of heaven open for the first time, greeted by the beauty of an actual god.

"Calming down now are we? That's good, let that negativity disappear. Open your mouth."

Obediently he obliged, mouth opened as he awaited for whatever you desired from his mortal vessel. That sweet, welcoming mouth engulfed your perked nipple, instinctively sucking the sensitive bud.

You admired how docile he became, the perfumed sheets doing wonders with numbing that mind of his. Now to simply make sure he'll survive the next part.

Knives let out a muffled choking sound, surprised as liquid filled his mouth. Warm, creamy, and slightly addictive as you smirked. Already his cock grew hard, prodding into your stomach, but he wouldn't have a chance to use it.

No, you had something much more special in mind.

Once freed from your little pets obedient feeding, you flipped Knives over as he gasped for air, shuffling his ass in the air. Ignoring how he cried out in protest, clawing at those feather filled pillows, you spread his cheeks apart spitting against his puckering hole.

"The hell are you doing!? I thou-"

"Then you thought wrong. I'm sorry, but even though you're so adorably obedient, I still unfortunately have to punish you." You looked saddened at the prospect of turning down an opportunity to feel that cock inside yourself, a wasted opportunity truly.

"Wha-what the hell do you even mean?" Knives shuddered, ceasing all resistance to look up at you, his expression shocked and confused.

You simply offered a pitying smile. "For being so cruel to my sweet humans, you must be punished. I promise I'll try to make it enjoyable, for you that is! I know I'll be having a blast!'"

That sweet laugh was no longer sweet like candy. No. It held something more daunting beneath it, and Knives began to whimper pathetically.

For years he considered himself a god, a being of higher power that could crush blasphemors under his feet. But now, he realised the unfortunate, cruel truth. He was simply another pawn in a greater being's plan, a true god, one that deceived him into a false sense of security and pleasure.

How the hell was he going to explain his inability to walk straight the following morning?

Knives gasped out a strangled cry, knees touched together as your cock began filling him. It was massive, already stretching him to his absolute limits. Yet no matter how much he cried, begged for you to allow him time to adjust, he was met with that taunting laughter.

"And how many times did my creations beg for you to stop? Too many times to count, so you won't receive any mercy from me. No matter how much you squeeze me, just think you'll be rewarded afterwards, when you've received your fair punishment."

Stomach swelling with your cock buried deep inside him, his own leaking copious amounts of cum. From merely stretching him, Knives had already came twice, you felt your stomach flutter with how much you were going to ruin him.

You let out a hum, the view wasn't all that satisfying. Not when he insisted on burying his face into your pillows, hiding the shame from his predicament.

Gently, you flipped him around, his moans music to your ears. Finally you could see your cock, stuffed deep inside his ass. And what a sight it was.

Slowly you began moving, your thrusts soft and slow, thumbs kneading his stomach until he groaned. Just feeling your own cock through those chiselled abs was pure bliss, but seeing his tiny cock squirt juices against himself was even better.

Knives became quite vocal, moaning constantly as his insides were rearranged. Drool pooled around the corners of his mouth, tears staining his beautiful, pale cheeks. The best part was how his skin shone a vibrant blue, those patterns glowing as overstimulation overwhelmed him.

You couldn't help but to trace those patterns, fingers brushing against his skin, Knives squirming under your touches. Your lips pressed against his, tongue snaking its way into his mouth, tasting every crevice you could reach. Unaware you were suffocating the poor plant.

A single string of saliva kept you two connected, that and your thrusting cock in his ass. Still, you decided that his own could use some attention.

Leaning down, your stomach pressed against Knives sprawled out body, crushing him beneath you. Each thrust rubbed his cock against your navel, earning more vocal affirmations that your toy was at least feeling good.

As you began to feel close, back arching as your pace quickened, you forgot all about how small Knives was compared to you. So you may have accidentally crushed him slightly under your breasts, chasing your high as he milked you for all you're worth. His voice muffled, nails clawing at your tits as you harshly fucked his ass.

Even when you released, coming deep into the pits of his guts, your pace never ceased. How could it when it felt so good, feeling his insides lubed from your seed, filling him like an eclair.

Of course, once he was contently filled, you did free him. Unfortunately your sweet pet was unconscious from lack of air, but you did warn him about his punishment. A shame he wasn't awake for the finale.

"A pity," You sighed, sitting back to admire your work. "Until we meet again, my dear false god."

When Knives awoke, the first thing that greeted him was excruciating pain. Everything was burning in absolute agony, and he was covered in stale cum, his own and what you left stuffed inside him, leaking from his loose ass.

He desperately wanted to hate you, curse you from the pits of this hell. Only he couldn't, left to pout at his false hatred to the goddess that finally put him in his place.

Perhaps he'll keep torturing your so called 'precious creations', if it meant to feel you flushed against his skin, those touches against his markings.

Just the thought of you had his stomach churn, cock ache and mind fog with the sound of your heavenly laughter.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Anon, I apologise I got a little carried away. Love you all and thank you sm for all the support I truly appreciate it.

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beanibon · 5 months

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could I request smut with a chubby afab reader and tristamp vash? :3 -🐸

Forever and always. We big girls deserve our love.

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Word Count: 1949 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very tiny mention of body image issues, a singular spank, cunnilingus, fluffy smut, lots of praise. No pronouns are used.

Your fingers squeeze at the excess stomach sticking out in front with mild discontent. You don’t hate your body, but you certainly don’t love it either. It’s not something you mull over quite often…but sometimes you could feel your mind amble towards negative thoughts.

One thing is for certain: you look radiant in this new lingerie set!

The way the cups hug your breasts, giving them a lift that makes them full of life. The way the underwear hugs your hips, leaving a small impression on your skin. The color that matches so perfectly with your eyes. You bow forward, admiring your plump rear in the mirror. You were going to give yourself a playful spank, but someone eagerly beat you to it.

You careen forward in surprise as a hand makes rough contact with your ass, making you reach back to soothe the pain. You turn on your heels to give him a side eye, one that he brushes off.

He’s all smiles and looking at you like you’re a prized wine.

“Sorry, too forward?” Vash teased you playfully. “I just thought you looked absolutely stunning. Quite a surprise to return to."

“Oh, do you like it?” You ask with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been eyeing it for a while. I feel like everything I wear is so…plain. It’s hard to find anything flashy in my size."

You certainly weren’t the only big girl in the town, but many other women your size had taken up sewing to make their own clothes. The shopkeepers decided it wasn’t profitable enough to stock up on bigger sizes if only a tiny handful of customers would actually purchase them. But you didn’t have time to learn that; you already worked your ass off at your job. Any free time was spent doing what you wanted to do or spending time with Vash whenever he visited town.

Vash could see you were a bit lost in thought, but his sweet laugh pulled you back into the conversation. “Sunshine, you don’t need to have flashy clothes. You’re a 10 out of 10 in anything you wear."

How…cheesy. You’re mildly bitter that it made you blush.

“What if I want to have flashy clothes, hm?” You retorted. “Sometimes I want to wear something more than just…neutral colors and cotton clothes."

“Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t.” The blonde strolls behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and gives your tummy a soft squish with his hands. “I said you’re beautiful to me no matter what. There’s a reason I keep coming back to this town."

“Oh, so it’s not the sex?” You quipped.

“That’s a bonus to it. I’m here for you, though."

Damn that man. Why must he always find the words that crack through your hard exterior? Why does every little flirt send your heart fluttering? Where did he even learn to talk like this? He’ll always have you wrapped around his finger, one way or another.

“If you want my honest opinion," He leaned over, his lips pressing against the back of your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “My favorite look on you is naked, sprawled out underneath me, making pretty noises.” You practically feel yourself throb at that comment, the blood rushing to your face and between your legs. “May I, Mayfly?"

Fuck it, it’s been 10 months since you last saw him.

You turn your head to the side to glance back at him, giving him a nod of approval. His eyes gloss over with fever. His lips meet yours in a kiss, almost animalistic in the way he drives his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of what belongs to him. Your hands snake forward, gripping at the fabric of his black turtleneck. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you into him until your hips are pressed flush with his. He holds you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You feel almost dizzy, with Vash giving you little time to catch your breath between each desperate kiss. He growls gently against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. He’s hungry—so hungry for you. You taste sweet, and you’re everything he’s needed after 10 long months of running.

You’re forced backwards by his footsteps, striding backwards until he gets you down on the bed. Now in the perfect position, his mouth trails down from your mouth towards your neck, sucking and licking at the supple skin. His tongue traces against your jugular, trailing up towards your jaw, where he peppers you with kisses. Every action he takes switches between affection and animalistic.

He purposefully straddles your thigh, allowing you to feel his erection. It’s for you, only for you. Only you can make him this hard, and only you can shut down his brain. He needs you, and he won’t settle for anyone else. His hands work on removing your bra, tossing it to the side like it was simple trash. “Mine.” He hisses against your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh to mark what is his. It draws a gasp from your lips, the pain melting away into a blissful high. Your fingers trace down his torso, hooking into the bottom of his turtleneck, but he stops you, grabbing your hands and pining them above your head. He simply shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue a few times in tandem.

You open your mouth to press him on it, but he silences you by resting a finger against your lips. “I’m not embarrassed, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Well, that’s enough reassurance for you. You wouldn’t let him doubt himself like that. Whatever his reasoning, it would remain a mystery.

He snakes his way slowly down your body, his tongue hastily finding its way to your breast. He pops your swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while twisting and pinching your other nipple between his fingers.

It pulls those pretty sounds from you, and from the soft rumble of his chest, it’s clear he got what he wanted. He releases your nipple with a lewd pop, switching sides to make sure both get the love and attention they deserve. You watch him with glossy eyes, desperately wanting to touch and feel him.

“Impatient?” He coos sweetly as he releases your nipple. "Mmm, fine, I’ll speed up, but we are going multiple rounds tonight.” You laugh, grinning from ear to ear at how ridiculous it sounds out loud. “That’s usually how it goes anyway." “What can I say? You’re irresistible.” He finally releases your hands, an action necessary as he latches his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down enough to expose your soaking cunt to the cool air of the room. He licks his lips, eyeing your slick folds like a 5-star course. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy…” He mumbles, seemingly unaware that he even let those words slip from his mouth. All it did was send a straight shot on heat down there. He pulls your panties down the rest of the way, discarding them in the same direction he tossed your bra. Two firm hands push your thighs apart. The coolness of his prosthetic makes you startled, causing him to laugh. “Sorry, got too excited.” He gives your plump thighs a few good squeezes for good luck before diving headfirst into your waiting heat. His tongue lashes out, pulling your slick into his mouth as he yearns to taste every inch of your pussy.

Your hands fly down, locking into his sweet blonde locks as overstimulation hits you immediately. Yet it’s good—too good. You don’t want him to stop. You let your sweet moans and cute little cries encourage him onward, and he happily obliges.

He traces back and forth, starting from your hole and moving up to your clit, flicking his tongue across it before moving back down. He repeats this pattern over and over, savoring the whimper you make every time he crosses your clit. His free hand is between his legs, pumping his cock in a desperate act of stimulation. His patience doesn’t last forever. He works long enough to get you soaked, finishing off by spelling his name with his tongue over your clit before pulling his mouth away. He admires your flushed face, the way your hair is sticking to your skin, and the lustful gaze you’re giving to him as you try to catch your breath. “So fuckin’ pretty…” He leans down and steals another kiss, using that opportunity to line himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock over your folds a few times, making you arch into his touch. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “Sing for me, baby.” Vash pushes himself in, nearly stretching you to your limit as he sinks himself into your tight heat. You sing for him, an airy, drawn-out moan escaping as he sinks himself in all the way. You reach up and cup his cheek, opening your eyes half-way to see his satisfied smile. He’s looking at you so lovingly, like you’re the only thing that matters to him at that moment. Two gentle taps to the cheek are the signal he needs to start thrusting. He’s savoring it, pulling almost all the way out before pushing all the way back in. Long, steady strokes in and out of your aching cunt, all just to hear you sing sweetly.

He relishes the way you blabber out his name incoherently, the way you grasp at his face and shoulders frantically, how sweetly you encourage him, and how you let him know how good he makes you feel. He makes sure to reward each sweet utterance with a deep thrust, aiming directly for your gummy sweet spot. “You’re so damn beautiful." Vash whispers softly to you, planting a quick kiss on your lips. He rolls your hips forward slightly, pushing your legs towards your stomach to angle himself deeper. It allows him to thrust faster and draw more noise from you. “That’s it, Mayfly; keep making those pretty noises. You look so beautiful; you feel so perfect.” He showers you in praise. Vash’s eyes never leave your face, afraid he might miss your beautiful expressions if he glances away for even a second. His pace is steady but dominant, hammering away at your insides. “Vash I’m… I’m gonna–” You can’t get the words out; your mind drawing blanks as your climax swiftly approaches. “Where do you want me, baby?” He asks through a grunt. His grip on your thighs gets stronger as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting your answer first before he lets go. “Inside!” You shriek out. Your eyes meet in that moment before both of you enter a state of euphoria. He groans as the way your pussy convulses around his cock feels heavenly, and you blubber and cry as he feels you to the brim, thrusting still as he makes sure to draw both your orgasms out as long as possible. Two more taps, and he knows to stop, his thrusts halting as he remains inside of you. Both of you are sweaty, panting heavily to catch your breath. He looks so pretty, with blonde locks of hair glued to his forehead as he smiles at you. Your heart thumps. You love him so much; he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. He feels the same. He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering softly as you recuperate from your orgasms. “Beautiful…you’re so beautiful. I want you forever."

#beani recs #oml this was a ride i love softy vash having the most wholesome sex #man lives to make you feel good #vash with a chubby partner is canon i wont take any critism #your writing is always amazing ember i love you #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #trigun smut #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader

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beanibon · 5 months

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GIVE ME A READER WHO KNIVES IS TEACHING HOW TO PLAY PIANO AND HE FUCKS THE READER WHILE THEY PLAY AND PUNISHES THEM IF THEY MESS UP PLEASE POOKIE

-@millionsvash

Lesson Number One

TW: Smut, potential dubcon, porn w/o plot, cock warming, orgasm denial, p in v, degradation and praise, choking, slight nipple play, rough sex.

Your mouth felt dry, hot and clammy as delicate fingers grazed your vulnerable throat. With your body shaking, quivering with embarrassment and pleasure, your mind could not focus on which note was next.

Resulting in your fifth mistake.

A disapproved sigh sounded behind you, saliva forced down with a harsh swallow, one that felt as if you had a stone in your throat. You awaited nervously for your punishment, whimpers of excitement and fear escaping you.

"You humans are useless, how many times must I correct you? This isn't rocket science, nor something vastly more difficult, it's as if you wish to suffer by my hand." Knives grumbled, those once gentle fingers squeezing the air from your lungs.

Eyes rolled deep into your skull, you gasped, drool sliding from the corners of your lips. The walls of your cunt convulsed, a growl of restraint echoing around the disturbing room of sanctum, his cock twitching within you.

"Filthy slut, to think death turns you on." Knives surged forward, smirking as you unceremoniously faceplanted against the keys. A hideous melody played out, an idea popped into the Independent's mind.

Flipping your bare body over, forcing you to look into those beautiful, deadly eyes. Knives pressed you painfully into his most precious possession, the keys singing a horrid tune. It would've made your ears hurt, if Knives crazed look of lust, anger and disgust didn't make you squirm uncomfortably.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll never forget a single key again. I'll fuck it so deep in that human brain of yours until it's engraved in it!"

Before you could even protest, your cries mixed with the slamming of piano keys, filling the room. Anyone passing by would instantly know of the vile sins their Master and his pet were committing. After all, why would he ever purposely make such awful music?

There was no silencing your cries either. No, Knives liked to hear you scream his name, let everyone know that you're his filthy, whorish pet.

Fingers pinched and pulled at your swelling nipples, causing your legs to kick out. Never was he gentle, always being cruel to the point you wept in painful pleasure.

With each thrust, hips colliding with your pelvis, that piano spewed out its awful melody. And the more Knives heard, the more he wanted you ruined against it.

"What's the matter? Is my mutt getting close?" As you nodded, unable to form a proper sentence, Knives chuckled. "Good."

All movement ceased, Knives roughly flipping you, cock still buried to the hilt inside your dripping cunt. Slamming your face against the keys, his crazed eyes stared expectedly at you.

"Well? Aren't you going to play?" He cooed mockingly, fists full of your hair.

You couldn't believe it. Eyes wide with disbelief that Knives expected you to play, a song you struggled with in a sound mind, not close to drenching his cock in your orgasmic juices. Yet when slammed against the keys once more, nose aching from the impact, you knew he wasn't playing around.

Mind clouded, vision foggy from the euphoria of your cunt being ruined, you began to shakily play out the song Knives so dutifully began teaching you. Such a generous soul he was, allowing a mere human to touch the gorgeous piano he adored. You tried to be thankful for the opportunity, but in this exact moment, it proved to be quite difficult.

As it approached the part you often screwed up, Knives attempted to shove his cock in further, purposely. The fucker wanted you to screw up, to punish you.

So you could imagine his disappointment when you succeeded in remembering the notes.

With a deep, disappointed frown, Knives huffed. Slamming his cock into you, feeling as you came instantly from the sudden action, legs quivering as your juices coated his inhuman member.

Pulling out, watching as his cum dribbled down you quivering legs, Knives began walking towards the doors. No after-care. You were use to it, thankful that each day pleasing him was a day you lived.

"I suppose you did well, some congratulations are in order. However," Knives looked over his shoulder, watching as you leant against the front of his piano. "I would've preferred if you failed. That way, you'd be stuffed and bred for your mistakes."

You swallowed, feeling your core ache and moisten from those words alone. If you had've just played the wrong note, that tight pussy would be stuffed for hours until you were fat with Knives child.

"Oh well, there is always next time you fail to complete a simple task." With that, your tormentor left.

Leaving you. All alone, wishing you just screwed up to have him fuck you until the next morning.