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nekooru · 11 months

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₊ ☾⋆ tripede boys cuddle hcs ⋆⁺₊⋆

vash. wolfwood. knives.

synopsis: some cute lil cuddle hcs for the tripede boys!!

tags: trigun stampede, headcanons, cuddling, cute, fluff, short hc drabbles, knives is just a teeny tiny bit angsty

w/c: 1149

a/n: yep yep been wanting to post some tripede for a whilee

headcanon

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vash

☾. vash will cuddle you in every method virtually possible, most of the time adapting to whatever position you're already in. are you sitting up on a flat surface? he's on his stomach, laying between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist as his head rests in your lap. laying down? most of the time, he wiggles against you to be the little spoon, but will be the big spoon every once in a while. in a chair? is there room beside you? if so, he'll lean against your side and drape an arm over your shoulder. no room? he picks you up, sits down, and places you in his lap. vash will always find a way to be attached to you.

☾. just out of politeness, he'll sheepishly laugh and ask if he's invading your space. he prays to whatever is out there for you to reply that he's not, and when you affirm that he's not, he gets a burst of energy and squeezes you tightly in elation. if you say that he is, in fact, too much in your space, he immediately separates and apologizes. although he tries to hide it, his disappointment is apparent as he childishly sulks for a minute before his mood improves again.

☾. while you're cuddling, he loves nothing more than to hear you talk about anything and everything. he encourages you to talk about your day, dreams for your future, and anything else that comes to mind. he moves his thumb in circles over your skin as he stares lovingly, a light smile gracing his lips. you pause every so often at his dreamy expression to make sure he's still listening, and he always is.

☾. you run your fingers through his fluffy, blond hair as he tightens his hold around your waist. you note how the fingers of his prosthetic arm feel cold through your shirt, and inversely, his real fingers feel warm against your other side. his eyes are closed, and his chest heaves with each breath; you wonder if he fell asleep. the plant patterns on his face vaguely glow in the light at his comfort, and you can't help but softly touch them with your finger tips. vash's eyes slowly half open, and you retract your hand quickly. he smiles. "hey... do you think they're weird?" you blink, considering the question. "huh? your markings? i don't know, i think they're pretty." his smile widens and he exhales, touched by your answer. "not as pretty as you, though," he replies.

wolfwood

☾. despite all his complaining about how his arm is falling asleep, wolfwood's favorite cuddle position is laying in bed on his back with you curled against his chest, nestled in the crook of his arm.

☾. he secretly loves your before-bed zoomies, when you have the sudden burst of energy to pester him. a thin grin spreads across his lips as he provokes you into initiating a wrestling match, which he entertains for several moments, before showing you just how strong nicholas the punisher was. "that's not fair," you would whine as he rubs his rough, scruffy facial hair against your cheek. "yeah, well. life isn't fair, sweetheart," he replies.

☾. wolfwood wasn't often the type for late night conversations. he finds himself dozing off as you talk about whatever you're talking about; it's not for a lack of appreciation, but moreso a deep comfort from laying with you that hypnotizes him, lulls him into sleep. as a guttural snore cuts through your words, you jostle wolfwood awake, offended. "you fell asleep while i was talking," you scold. wolfwood will endlessly insist that he did not, in fact, fall asleep.

☾. one night, after you had told wolfwood that you were staying the night at a friend's, you decided to come home anyway. you slipped into the bedroom, feeling your way to your side of the bed, only to promptly fall against metal. you groaned as the collision echoed throughout the room. "nicholas!! you were cuddling with your cross?!" wolfwood groggily raises his head up as you sandwich yourself between the headboard and cross, pushing against the latter with all your might. it didn't even budge. "it's hard to sleep without you," he mutters, grabbing the cross and effortlessly swinging it over the edge of the bed to gently place on the floor. your frustration melted away the second he turned back over and pulled you against him.

knives

☾. more often than not, you'll have to be the one to initiate cuddling with knives as he lays up in bed reading, or at the very least, ask him to cuddle you. he loves you dearly, but he forgets that physical affection is a thing that exists. when prompted to cuddle, he'll reflect for a moment to analyze whether he's been giving you enough affection lately or not. "i'm sorry. i need to initiate these things more," he says, wrapping his arm along your side and holding your chin. you smile and and run your thumb over his frown. "don't worry so much," you reply.

☾. he loves to envelop you entirely; he places his hand firmly against the back of your head as you nestle in the crook of his neck, and his other arm presses your body tightly against his. his leg rests over yours, and your hands are against his chest. sometimes, he plants a kiss against your hair. you feel safe as his larger form curls around you, and he feels at peace in your presence.

☾. knives admittedly isn't the best at relationships or knowing exactly what will make you feel happy. he often asks for feedback, what he could do better, or if there's anything new he could try. although, he hates that he has to ask these things in order to understand— knives isn't used to concepts that don't come naturally to him, and he wants to be the best he can for you right away. no matter how much you reassure him, you can tell he feels inadequate as a significant other anyway.

☾. he scowls, although not in anger, but more like intense focus. his lips part to say something, but close for several moments, and open again. "thank you..." he begins, considering his words very carefully. "thank you for being so patient with me. i know i'm— i'm... different. and still learning. thank you for letting me be with you." his face softens as his sentence finishes, and he looks at you. you smile and hold his face in your hands; the fact that knives feels safe enough to express such vulnerability warms you to your core. "nai. i don't want anything in the world other than to be with you. you make me so happy, and you treat me so well, okay? i hope you'll always remember that." he bows his head, leaning into your hold, eventually melting against you in an embrace.

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 1 year

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I wanna talk about Knives for a second.

Tristamp's version of Nai is wildly more obsessed with Vash on main and he's a lot more explicit about his motivations, at least when talking to his brother. Not only does he want a world of two for them (consistent with the Trigun manga) but he's on this path, ostensibly, because he wants to protect Vash. Because Vash doesn't have any of the special powers that Nai or the other plants does, Nai wants to keep him safe from the humans that would exploit him. In his words, "It's all for you."

Which is very...incestuously romantic and creepy and heart-shattering for Vash ("Boku no se de? / It's all my fault?") but also not the whole truth. I doubt it, at least. Nai is a textbook DARVO (deny, attack, reverse victim and offender) abuser with a talent for gaslighting ("You're sick, Vash.") He's trying to shatter his brother. He would say anything, in that moment, that would break Vash.

And sure, there's a seed of truth there. You can't separate Nai from his obsessive attachment to Vash any more than you could separate him from the genocidal urges.

But you also can't really take him at his word. I can't help but think "It's all for you" is a justification, something to let Knives sleep better at night, because at the core of it, Nai is characterized first and foremost by his fear.

Before the rage, before the mental instability, and, most painfully, before any of the love, he's scared. He's scared of what humans might do to him, of what they might do to Vash. He's scared of being hurt, of being exploited, of Tesla happening again. He's a tall, frightened child.

Whether or not his fear is justified (a topic for another post, though I'd say it is, especially in tristamp), it's clear that his fear makes him monstrous.

Monsters don't want to think they're monsters. That's the first rule of storytelling. So when his brother comes calling, demands why Nai can't stop killing people, Knives has to answer in a way that absolves him of blame. He settles on, "It's all for you." It's both the greatest lie and the greatest truth of the series.

He loves Vash so much he'd eradicate all of humanity to keep him safe; but that's not a path he would choose if he wasn't terrified of what humans could do. A lot of characters like to accuse Vash of being selfish, and there's arguments for and against that. But Knives? Knives is the most selfish one of all.

Isn't that a delicious kind of reversal? Vash is the one who's been hurt by humans again and again and again. His skin is a monument to pain. Yet he's not scared of them. He's never been scared of what humans might do to him. If anything, he's scared of Knives. What Knives will do. Who Knives will take away from him. What else Knives will destroy.

And Nai, the self-styled god bringing about Armageddon? He's fucking terrified.

#trigun stampede #trigun #knives millions #vash the stampede #trigun meta #essays too damn long for twitter #tldr knives is an end stage chuunibyou. don’t take his delusions at face value

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goblinratman101 · 1 year

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Trigun Stampede Incorrect quotes compilation

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Nicholas walking in on you and Vash cuddling: Hey have you seen the thing? You know the thingy

Nicholas: Ah. Never-mind you have it (pointing at Vash)

Y/N: You mean our boyfriend!?

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Nicholas getting offended: I don’t want to be Vash and Y/N’s boyfriend!!

Meryl getting fed up with Nicholas being in denial: Then what do you want?

Nicholas: I don't know. I just want to be with them all the time. I want to hear about their day and tell them about mine. I want to hold their hands. But I don't want to be their stupid boyfriend!

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Nicholas to Vash after he refuses to kill someone again: Aren’t you tired of being nice?! Don’t you just wanna go ape shit?!

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Meryl, walking into Nicholas room: Why are you still asleep? It’s 2 in the afternoon!

Nicholas: Sorry. I was up all night doing work.

Vash and Y/N, getting up from under the blankets on either side of Nicholas, completely naked: We’re work.

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Nicholas looking at Vash and Male Y/N having a one handed push up contest: I’m not gay but DAMN!!!

Meryl: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate some good looking guys

Nicholas: Nah I’d fuck them

Meryl: Well ok then!

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Vash: What did you two do…

[Nicholas and Y/N looking at each other thinking they’re in trouble]

Vash: You’re not in trouble. I just need to know if I have to lie to Meryl or Roberto again.

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Nicholas: my future partner must be intelligent, unfazed by even the most of disturbing things, and capable in every way possible——

Vash: [trips and falls with a tray of cupcakes in his hands and then proceeds to sob for thirty minutes]

Y/N: [goes to comfort Vash but also trips over then proceeds to eat all the cupcakes while hugging Vash and giving him pats on the back]

Nicholas: [pointing at Vash and Y/N] Those two. I want them.

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Meryl: Okay, your driving and Vash and Y/N walk on the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Nicholas: Oh, I would definitely flip the car. I would rather kill myself than cause Vash and Y/N harm.

Meryl with her head in her hands: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

#x reader #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #Male reader #gn reader #vash x wolfwood #vash x reader #vash x reader x wolfwood #wolfwood x reader #vash and nicholas are so gay for each other

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magadauthan · 3 months

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General stores on NML probably have pulp novels like those "bored housewife attracts lonely NASCAR driver / hockey player / eccentric billionaire" bodice rippers you find at the bookstores, only they're written about Vash the Stampede. Milly would buy one to read on the bus, and Meryl and Wolfwood would laugh so hard at it that Vash would get offended.

this are good idea for drabble.

#trigun #trigun 1998 #even more shitposting

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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That certainly isn't what you were expecting

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: slight angst, smut, P in V, fingering, proposals, creampie

Word count: 4K

A/N: Chapter six of Home. After dealing with the reporting Duo you want nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. Maybe if you were paying more attention you might have noticed Vash seemed to be nervous about something.

I really had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.

Hours later you feel exhausted as you drag your feet along the metal of the ship's floor back towards your room positive the only thing keeping you upright now is the hand resting on your shoulder and keeping you pressed against Vash’s side. Between Wolfwood and the reporting duo asking a slew of questions you really didn’t want to answer. But for the most part you and Vash did provide some answers that is they gave any clarification you don’t know, what you did know was you were ready to curl up with your love and sleep for the next few hours.

Even the thought of privacy didn’t have that small spark like you thought it would. Vaguely aware of Vash letting go of you to press a button to open the door and slipping inside heading immediately for the chair to pull your boots off. Missing the fact Vash was keen to engage the locking mechanism of the room, almost tripping over his feet as he turned to face the device. Or the tint of red that was forming on the tips of his ears and slowly working it’s way down.

If you hadn’t felt as drained as you were you might have questioned his entire demeanor ever since he returned to the interrogation after Brad said he needed a word with him. A shake to his hand that was beyond uncharacteristic of the steadfast man, or the thin veil of sweat that seemed to cover his body. Swallowing every so often and watching you with a sense of trepidation as you huffed fighting with your boots.

A quick pat to the object in his pocket before looking skyward and seeing the metal of your shared room in the ship above him, almost as if he had forgotten where the two of you were. Or asking for help with something as he swallowed once more.

With his attention back to you, and your one boot off he nodded to himself as the sweat on his palm seemed to grow thicker which wasn’t helping his nerves at all. “Let me help you Mayfly.” Dropping to one knee in front of you and quickly working the laces of the offending boot off before smiling up at you. “You must be ready to pass out if your boots are giving you this much of a hard time.” The briefest of nods from you before a long yawn.

A bead of sweat trickling down his neck had Vash pausing as he placed your boot next to its mate on the floor beside the table. The object in his pocket felt like it was growing heavier and heavier by the moment. How the hell had you been so nonchalant when you had said it? That small voice at the back of his head told him that had been very different circumstances, plus it hadn’t been right to his face.

Now or never.

He whispered inside of his head to himself reaching into his pocket. “Mayfly I-“ Only for you to stand up and slip past him to start to unbutton your pants and let gravity pull the fabric down your legs. Too tired to bother and try to pull them off yourself. His shoulders slumped before he took a deep breath. He couldn’t let this little setback get the best of him, turning as he rose to watch you continue to strip before sliding into the sheets on what was very much your side of the bed. Sitting where you had been moments earlier and starting to undo the laces of his own boots, the object still in his pocket.

“You what Vash?” He can hear the exhaustion in your voice and the thump as the sheets on the bed were folded back.

“I think we really needed the last few hours to ourselves.” Coward whispered in his head. Why couldn’t he have just asked? Standing now with his boots and socks removed and trying to strip in such a way as the keep the object in his pocket from your sight as he slipped it out of the fabric once more. If he had two hands it might have made the action a little easier.

“Yea. It was nice, now hurry up and get in here handsome. I wanna cuddle.” Looking at you he can see the weariness on your face, it’s been several weeks since the two of you were in that hotel room in Jeneroa Rock. The last time you had a bed and a room to yourselves and if it wasn’t for the exhaustion clear in the drooping of your eyes and the slight slur to your voice Vash would have suggested the two of you get reacquainted. Now he’s not so sure you’d be up for such an offer.

Taking advantage of your tiredness he slips the object under the cover of his pillow, down to just his boxers as he slips in beside you. His weight has barely shifted the mattress before you’re tucking yourself against him and under his partial arm the skin of your forehead resting along the metal wire across his chest. A soft smile grew on his face once more, you’ve always accepted him for who he was. Scars and all, the revelation that he was actually a plant? You simply accepted him as he was, sure you asked some questions but it was to learn more about the life he had lived and you never judged him for anything.

Moments like this Vash felt you were far more than he ever deserved to have, to hold in his arms and as you started to slump more against him a wave of tension left him. You were his home. And you deserved to know that. “Mayfly?”

“Yea?” Your voice muffled against his chest makes him chuckle, a few stutters of his heart before licking his lips his nerves returning.

“Marry me.”

“What?” He feels his heart sink at the confusion in your voice as you pull away from him to look at his face, pushing yourself up onto one arm. “Like right now?” Your brow furrowed as you look at him and he can see the wheels slowing turning in your head.

“I mean I-” Stumbling over his words as sweat started to form between his shoulder blades while his heart started to thunder at a tempo in his chest that you had to be able to hear struggling to sit up himself.

“Oh, oh shit Sunshine are you trying to propose?” He can see your eyes snap open as your brain catches up with the situation and he can see you swallow as well. A flurry of emotions flashes across your face too quickly for him to process.

“Well, I’m trying too.” Grousing as you sit up more with a hand to your face turning away from him.

“Oh I’m fucking this up” The sound of deject in your voice is clear and if it wasn’t for what was happening in the moment he might have found it kind of funny.

“Not that badly.” Shifting on his side to slip his hand under the space between the pillow and the fabric of the cover to grab the ring and hold it out for you in his palm. The shine of the same metal as his arm gleams in the low light that never goes out in the room. “So what do you say, will you marry me?” The proposal is followed by a soft rendition of your name tumbling from his lips and Vash has never felt this nervous in his entire life.

“Vash, you know I’ve never cared about material objects before. Or social contracts, or other shit like that.” Dragging a hand down your face as you turn back towards him Vash can feel his heartbeat slowing in his chest and the tears starting to pool at the edge of his eyes as his stomach burns from the anguish growing inside of him at your words. “You could have just asked me without the trouble of finding a ring you dork.” The chill from your fingertips flows across his palm as you place them over the ring. “I’d have said yes without the thing.” Blinking the dampness from his eyes as he tilts his head, your free hand raising to cup his jaw the rough skin a reminder to him that you’re as hardened as he is.

Leaning closer and pressing your lips against his, this time Vash lets some of the liquid fall from his eyes. With you he’s taken so many chances, so many risks because the truth is you hold his heart in your hand and he’s not even sure if you realize it. Rough dried lips sliding against one another, slightly smoother now that you aren’t out with the arid wind laced with sand trying to strip the moisture away. A kiss that remains chaste yet so full of longing and sets his blood afire in his veins. “Now.” Blinking his eyes open to take in your face, a beaming smile in place and adoration clear in your eyes. “Since you went through the trouble of getting a ring, am I putting it on myself?”

A flinch of his shoulders as he realizes what you’re asking and chuckles. “No. No your not.” It’s a little awkward with the one hand but Vash is able to twist the band of metal around while keeping hold of your offered limb and sliding it onto the right finger, it’s a little loose once it’s past your knuckle but he knows it won’t fall off. “There. I know it’s not much but I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, I know I can be distant and we still have so far to go.” Gripping your hand tight as he stares into your eyes once more. “I love you, and I want to spend all my tomorrows with you.”

Dropping your forehead to rest against his while you glance down at your hand in his with the metal band resting there and a grin growing on your face. “Funny. I wanna spend all my tomorrows with you too ya big dork.” Your shoulders start to shake with mirth and Vash can feel himself frowning a little. “Does this mean I’m Mrs. the Stampede now?”

His shoulder slumps in response to your joke yet at the same time warms his heart “No. I mean. I guess. But it’s kind of a mouthful now isn’t it?” Watching your own eyebrows raise in confusion. “Mrs. Ghost Sniper the Stampede?” A swift swat to his elbow from you before you’re both laughing, untangling your hands and leaning closer together to be wrapped in each other's embrace as the exhaustion seems to have been swept away.

“I love you too Vash. My handsome plant.” Shifting to kiss him once more and as the actions transitioned from chaste to heavy Vash is groaning feeling his cock start to thicken in his boxers. Both of you are moving your hands along one another's skin, touch growing more and more desperate until you’re both panting. Pulling away from his mouth with a thin line of saliva connecting both of you.

“I think I’d like to fuck my husband.” Tumbles from your bruised lips and Vash feels a line of fire run along his spine right to his dick while his heart thunders in his battered chest once more.

“I think you meant to say you’d like to fuck your fiance.” Almost laughing against your lips while his hand trails along your ribs and his fingers play with the thin band of your bra. He can feel your own still dancing along his skin with one of them against the nape of his neck.

Humming and placing a feather-light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Either works, since I can’t see us trying to find somewhere to have a ceremony or someone to actually perform it.” Staring into his blue eyes all you can see reflected in them is love and adoration, you’ve come so far with him in such a short time compared to how long you’ve been alive. You aren’t sure when the change happened but you do know for sure that when it did happen, it had probably been as much of a sudden realization for him as it had been for you. “Besides, we’re back to the social conventions I don’t really care about.”

His shoulders shaking a little with mirth at your response while trying to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hand trailing down your side once more done with trying to slip his fingers under the fabric of your bra. A shiver as the rough pads of his digits glide down along your belly and toy with the hem of your panties. “You really are something else.” Your neck arches as those long fingers of his push the fabric covering your core away and he starts to mouth at the space where your neck and shoulders connect, shuddering as the skin pebbles from his warm breath against the sensitive skin. “You’re already wet Mayfly.”

“What can I say? You always have that effect on me.” It’s not a lie with one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other trailing along the ridges of his back. A soft moan breaks past your lips as his fingers start to brush gently against your folds, tracing the outside of them with two of his digits. “Well and dexterous fingers.”

“Funny, you always have an effect on me too. Like no matter what is happening in my life you’ll be there and we’ll get through it.” Slipping those same two fingers inside of you and starting to slowly pump against your walls. “You make it so much easier to see dawn.” Lifting his head away from the curve of your neck, desire swimming in his cerulean eyes and both of you are leaning to close the distance of your lips. Tongues tangling in time to his fingers working you open, pressing them inside your walls and gently spreading the digits apart feeling your body yield to his wants. The faster his fingers spasm the more desperate your tongues and lips become, ignoring the burning in your lungs and lost in the taste of his mouth and those agile digits. Moaning as he adds a third, curling them as he keeps a steady tempo before placing his thumb over your clit the very motion of his wrist enough to have every part of his hand involved pulling you closer and closer to that edge.

“Vash” Panting his name like a prayer as your hips jerk, chasing the rhythm of his fingers and trying to slam them deeper inside your slick cunt. Your body knows what you want well before your mind and your heart races in your chest as it tries to suck in oxygen while you chase that high.

“Come on Mayfly.” He’s just as desperate as you are now, his own hips starting to gyrate and chasing that peak you both want. “Come on my fingers, then I’ll put you on your back and pound into you until it’s either dawn or we’re too tired to move. My beautiful, dangerous Mayfly.”

With his words hitching as he speaks and his thumb brushing just right as one of his fingers curls and hits a cluster of nerves inside your walls you’re crying out. Hyperaware of your body in that moment as your pussy tries to suck his fingers deeper into your core and your back arching hard enough that you jolt against his chest wanting more skin contact and feel every piece of metal and scar painting his torso.

As his fingers slip from your folds you feel your release dribble from between your folds letting out a hum and cracking an eye open to look at Vash. You’re clenching at the sight that greets you, Vash is making a show of licking your essence from his digits. Broad strokes of his tongue as he seems to savor the taste of you, taking long swallows before using the tip of his tongue to break one of the clear strands in the gap of his spread fingers. “You taste so good Mayfly.” Catching your eye as his tongue wraps around his index finger before rolling it back into his mouth. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

Hands gripping the side of his face your smashing your faces together to slide your tongue along his, moaning at the bitterness he had been sucking from his fingers like it was the nectar of the gods themselves. As the kiss deepens you feel as you're guided to your back by Vash, his one hand on your side once more and pulling in the edge of your drenched panties before making a noise not unlike a growl and ripping them from your body.

Leaning back and looking down at you, you shiver as you take in his appearance. A heaving chest shining from the sweat along his skin, his cheeks painted in a red hue that’s steadily creeping down his neck and his eyes seem to almost glow in his skull as his hair clumps together in points. His boxes do little to hide his erection and you can see the wet fabric clinging to his head.

With a slight roll of your abdomen, you’re sitting up just enough to reach for the barrier easily and start working it down his hips. Letting out a moan at the sight of his bobbing cock, the head swollen and head with an unmistakable sheen of precum. Wrapping your fingers around his base and giving him a few pumps only to be stopped by his hand circling your wrist.

“No Mayfly. I can’t wait any longer.” Guiding your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on every fingertip and one where the metal band now wraps around your finger. “I wanna be one with you, to be as close as two people can be.” Setting your hand down at your side before treating the other to the same. “Now lay back.” It’s a little awkward with Vash almost falling over, a sheepish grin on his face as he fishes his boxers off and tosses them elsewhere in the room before settling between your thighs once more.

Lifting your legs so they’re settled against his as starting to slide his cock along your folds, spreading some of your slick along his length keeping an eye on your face. “I love you, so much. You made me take a risk I didn’t think I could ever take for myself.” Lining his head up with your twitching sex and waiting for you to signal you were ready, holding your breath for a moment before nodding in consent. Both of watch as his cock starts to disappear inside your body his movements lazy as he works himself into you until he’s bottoming out. All the while the room filled with the sound of both of you murmuring soft words of adoration at one another as he splits you open on his length.

“Damn Sunshine, you feel so good. Just enough to make me feel all warm and cozy.” Arching your back a little as you adjust to him, not that it takes long from how familiar you are with being filled by him. As much as he told you to leave your hands by your side you can’t, lifting one to cup his cheek tenderly. “You make me feel like I’m worth something, that I’m someone to be cherished. I forgot what that was like before you.”

A gentle roll of your hips to let him know you’re ready for him to continue. “Here’s to you never forgetting that feeling again.” Setting a languid pace Vash trailed his hand down the space between your breasts and swept his fingertips just over your skin making you shiver in response and clench around his length watching him shudder in turn above you. Letting out a soft moan and tilting his face so his mouth is against the palm of your hand, pressing soft kisses into the rough skin. “I could stay like this with you forever Mayfly.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist and changing the angle once more of the way he sinks into your body has both of you huffing for breath as his length seems to be catching on your walls now like you can feel the blood pulsing through his skin inside of you. “Then let's pretend tonight is all we have Sunshine.” Shifting so both of your hands are resting on his shoulders as you try to pull him down closer to you, more adjustments to both of your bodies as his weight settles over you and you sink more into the mattress.

Able to feel even more of his body as he trembles under your hands, his one forearm above your head holding some of his bulk above you as his thrusts are shallower with the new angle but you can feel him deep in your core. Panting and arching your back when he hits the spongy part inside of you that makes you spasm around him, your eyes snapping shut. A whisper of your name that has your head spinning with the level of affection coating his voice at its utterance. Opening your eyes to see him gazing down at you so tenderly, so lovingly it almost hurts to look at him. “It might seem stupid, but” Letting out a shaky breath as his hips stutter for a moment, a sign you know means he’s close and you’re not far behind him with the inferno burning inside of your core. “Will you let me hold all the jagged pieces of you? To cherish them, because I can’t imagine loving just one part of you, to hold you in good times and bad? To be my partner for the rest of our lives?”

“Yes. Yes Vash.” Whining as your brain processes what he’s doing. “Will you let me stand beside you? To remind you that no matter what you think you’re worthy of more than being a martyr, because I love how selfless you are even at a cost to your own heart through thick and thin? To share this path called life with me until our last sunset?”

During this little exchange you both keep staring into one another eyes while your bodies quake and tremble as you both hover at that edge but not tumbling over it, sweat coating both of your bodies as you move as one chasing that high.

“Yes. Always.”

“Then kiss me my handsome plant, I’m yours. Forever.” It's a kiss of nothing but softness as your lips glide together while your lower halves are moving erratically, hips snapping in a flurry of activity chasing that high. Both of you are too enraptured in one another to notice Vash’s plant markings brightening just under his skin, the light growing more and more luminescent until with a final thrust of his hips that has his base placing enough pressure against your swollen clit to send you over the edge, he spills himself inside of you. Stilling as both of you keep moving your lips in tandem as you enjoy the afterglow of hormones floating through your bodies lost in one another embrace.

Sitting in the highest room in the tower of JuLai Knives hands freeze over the keys of his piano as his plant markings flare once before fading. Blinking as a bone-chilling grin overtakes his face.

“Zazie. I have a job for you.” Livio might have failed in trying to push his little brother to JuLai knowing his human partner would follow. A chorus of buzzing and he doesn’t want for the worm to start speaking. “I need you to collect the Ghost Sniper for me, and I know exactly where she is.” You’ll be the perfect bait to ensure his twin comes to JuLai sooner rather than later, and Knives has a plan to ensure you remain docile once you arrive in his domain.

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hai (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

ive been reading your fics for a while now and i love them and look forward to each one 🩷

mayhaps i suggest one where vash get reader pregnant and it ignites more kinks?? lykk ugh ik breeding is such a heavy hc on vash so imagine whenever reader accidentally bumps her belly on any part of his body and his brain just *short circuits* 💥🥵 into a loving spiral of inappropriate thoughts--akdndnsomsnsjsndk feel free to disregard if u not comfy muah!

This gives such 98/BLR Vash vibes, so I hope you don't mind me incorporating that into this request. But honestly though interpret however you feel 💜

TW: dubcon, breeding kink, sex during pregnancy, creampie, vash calling himself daddy (cause he would), mummy kink, breastfeeding kink.

The moment Vash could see that beautiful baby bump it drove him crazy, worshipping your stomach every spare second, showering you in kisses. So the moment you grew bigger, waddling around the house you could only imagine how Vash reacted.

Every spare moment Vash found a way to pamper you, or coo at your stomach at your unborn child. You adored how enthusiastic he was, it was quite adorable.

For years he had only ever dreamed of having a child, now that dream was becoming reality. Vash could pamper you endlessly now, already finding out how holding your stomach had you sighing with relief. He found it cute.

Your soft called summoned him into the kitchen, happily skipping up to you. Loving greeting you with endless kisses to your beautiful neck, drinking in every giggle. You were so perfect to him, everything about you had him in giddy delight.

"Can you please grab those spices for me? It's hard to reach without hitting my stomach." Vash was happy to oblige, sidestepping around you to grab the spices. As he reached up, you turned, stomach bumping into his side.

Apologies spilt from your lips, but Vash heard nothing, mind far from blank with all the thoughts flashing through it. Unholy and very inappropriate thoughts.

The sensation of your curved stomach pressed into his side made him almost carnal, mind running wild with all the things he could do.

"Vash?" Your sweet voice drove him to look at you, smile wobbly. "You're hard."

Blinking, Vash looked down, jumping as he turned away. Shielding his erection with his jacket, he offered you an awkward grin, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Geez, sorry about that Mayfly, don't know what's happening there haha." His voice was flustered, silently willing his cock to unharden.

"Vash, if you're wanting sex I'm not at all offended by it, we're married you know." You teased gently, cupping his face to have him looking at you.

Excitement was evident in the way he looked back down at you, pulling closer until your baby bump pressed carefully against his stomach. It had his eyes rolling back into his skull, groaning at how his cock ached within his pants.

"Might wanna take dinner off the stove beautiful."

You had been placed comfortably on your side, Vash slipping a fluffed up pillow underneath your stomach. He was so gentle with everything he did, placing a leg over his shoulder to angle his cock perfectly inside your soft walls.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, make you cum around my cock." Vash moaned, thrusts short and sweet.

Teeth grazed your leg, leaving small love bites wherever his lips touched. Vash was needy, with one hand placed so lovingly on your stomach, the other massaging your thigh. It drove you wild how his hands tenderly graced your skin, even if you did cringe slightly the moment he so proudly called himself 'daddy'.

"Go-gonna cum beautiful, pump you full of my seed until your swelling with more of my children," Vash shivered, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Gonna look so beautiful, daddy's gonna love you."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Vash's warm seed was pumped into your orgasming cunt, panting heavily as you leaned back, watching as Vash drooled at the sight. That hungry gaze had you sighing, knowing your sweet husband hadn't been satiated quite yet.

"Go on, I don't mind Vash." You encouraged, giggling at the way he kissed your stomach.

What you didn't expect was Vash flipping you on your back, instantly uncomfortable at laying flat. Your lungs were already struggling to suck in air, hands squeezing Vash's bicep as you tried to get him to prop something under you.

Only Vash didn't, the moment he saw you struggling, uncomfortable and squirming, it lit something primal in him.

The way your head was thrown back, crying out as Vash thrusted into you, watching as your swollen breasts bounced painfully at his rapid thrusts. Your large belly was bouncing slightly against his own stomach, and it only made Vash shudder and groan.

With your head pounding with an oncoming headache, whiny pleas spilling from your drooling lips. Crying out when rough hands pinched, pulled and massaged your bruised breasts.

Guilt started to form in the pit of Vash's gut, seeing his beautiful partner crying at his advances, but for some reason he couldn't stop, apologies fired rapidly your way. When his release was close he pulled out, fisting his cock until he was coming all over you.

The sight had Vash melting, seeing that beautiful stomach coated in his seed, he was swooning until your pained groaned had him scooping your body into his arms.

"I'm sorry Mayfly, you looked too gorgeous, please forgive me. Can I get you anything, water? Maybe some pain meds?" He rubbed your back, easing the tension that caused it to ache. You just nodded tiredly as Vash propped some pillows behind you, ensuring you were comfortable before running off to grab water and meds.

As Vash came sulking back, passing you the much required painkillers, he snuggled up to you, nuzzled into the side of your breast. You placed his prosthetic hand over your stomach, lips pressed onto Vash's forehead in a loving kiss.

"Please don't do that again sweetie, I know you've been holding back for months now, but I can't lay on my back anymore." You explained gently as if Vash was a child, fingers combing his spikey blonde hair.

"Of course Mayfly, I'm sorry." Vash hid his face in your neck, breathing in your natural scent.

His eyes drifted down to your breasts again, saliva pooling in his mouth once more.

"Hey Mayfly?"

"Yes Vash?"

"They say breastfeeding helps you bond with the baby."

"Yes, I know... what are you suggesting Vash?" Your voice held a warning tone, already gaining some idea as to where he was going with this.

"This baby also need to bond with its mummy."

"I swear to god Vash, you're not drinking my breast milk."

"Our child needs to learn to share with its daddy!"

You swore to only have one child after this, turns out Vash managed to persuade you to have three more.

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Love you all heaps 💜

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