: Just Some Thots About The Trigun Boys Enjoy

 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : just some thots about the trigun boys enjoy <333

 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : gender neutral! reader, mentions of sm*king, praise, oral, I think I forgot smth but we die like men ig

vash — who's gentle and slow, wrapping you in a hazy and love soaked embrace when it comes to pleasuring you. who takes his time, taking in the details of your body, every little dip and curve, every mark or scar with reverence and adoration in his eyes. who kisses every inch of skin with the softest rose tinted lips, praise tumbling from them. who listens to those sweet sounds you make as a guide to bring you even more pleasure. who could spend hours between your legs, letting you squeal and tug at his hair as much as you pleased. he just wants to make you feel good, after all... your pleasure is his pleasure.

wolfwood — who's all cocky smirks and slow drags of his cigarette, making you work for his cock but who caves the moment you guide him inside you. who has you riding him, his hands unable to stay in one place, digging his fingers into the plush skin of your ass, tracing the marks he's left because he needs everyone else to know you're his and no one else's. who will bend you over in shameful positions over the nearest flat surface because he can't hold himself back and neither could you. he pants and groans against your skin, his breath hot, enveloping your senses and leaving your brain fuzzy. he's insatiable, but so are you...

warnings : gn reader, semi-smut / very suggestive (mdni), established relationship (?), inexperienced vash, mentions of possible injuries, grinding / dry humping, lots of kissing, also very soft

word count : 1.2k

There are not many things Vash dislikes in the world. 

But his greatest nightmare is you getting hurt. 

Warm, shaky hands cup your cheeks, tilting your face until Vash can slot his mouth over yours, kissing you with a distraught yet gentle desperation. You open for him, allowing him to dip his tongue into your mouth and yours into his, and Vash feels his heart swell and thud in his throat. 

He’s hardly pulling away– something that’s wholly unlike his usually shy and hesitant demeanor, but also so like him in the deep sense of passion and care he pours into every touch, every action. He makes sure to keep you close, barely paying attention when you stumble around the cheap room rented for the short night, instinctively searching for the bed that will surely be stiff and as uncomfortable as a wooden board.  

“You…” he mumbles against your lips, losing the words in the haze that’s clouded his mind. He feels you tug at him again, hands pulling insistently at the clothes on his hips, and he feels something he’s painfully inexperienced with spark to life in his chest: arousal. 

“Vash,” you merely reply, and he knows he’s not mistaken when he hears similar want in your tone. You waste no time as you lean forward to kiss him again, capturing his lips and happily sighing when you pull his bottom lip into your mouth to suck. 

Vash’s hands still shake as he holds you close, not even noticing how he’s made it to the bed. He sits on the edge, still cupping your cheeks as you stand between his spread legs, urging you closer and reveling in the exhilarating feeling of anticipation and inexperience that tugs in his stomach. 

But then you make a sound, and Vash is painfully reminded of what led you to this passionate embrace in the first place. 

Pulling away, Vash looks you over with an intense air of concern, not missing but choosing to return to the wide-eyed, wanting look you give him. 

“You almost got hurt,” Vash grasps your hips as if afraid to let you go.  

You merely tilt your head forward until it rests against his, and Vash allows himself to let go of the fear and anxieties that have plagued him since that moment. That terrifying moment in which he thought you almost got hurt by yet another person after the ‘Humanoid Typhoon.’ 

“Almost,” you soothe, brushing your hand over the coarse softness of his hair. Your touch is gentle, and Vash can’t help but hold you close to his body, needing to feel you close as a way to quell the fear that’s only just now beginning to dissipate. “But I didn't. I’m here. I’m okay.”

He almost retorts with a but you almost weren’t– but then Vash looks at you and the pure, unadulterated love and fondness that you often him, softening your features as you smile at him, makes him speechless. 

So, instead, Vash chokes down any of his qualms. Instead, he pulls you closer, choosing to ignore his mind and focus on what you both need. 

"Can I please try something?" he asks, almost unsure of himself.

But then you nod, smiling at him and still holding his cheeks as if he's your entire world.

He hopes he is. You're his, too.

He easily gathers you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap until you’re yet again face-to-face. Vash likes the slight sound of surprise you let out at his bold actions, but your hands only move to cup his face, accommodating yourself on top of him so that your thighs are spread and your center is pressing down on him. 

His hands twitch as they hold your hips and something thick wells inside his throat at your proximity. Wetting his lips, Vash’s gaze never strays from your face, even though the complicated flurry of emotions barraging him is all-consuming and entirely distracting. 

“Don’t do that again,” he nearly pleads, eyes wide behind his frames that have been steadily slipping down the bridge of his nose. To reiterate his point, Vash squeezes your hips, gaining a bit of bravery to touch you more. 

“Same to you,” you frown. “You can’t worry me like that either, you know. I can’t handle it.”

Vash understands your unspoken words. I can’t handle it if you get hurt.

There are too many things that could be said, yet not enough to explain the complicated emotions you both feel. Instead, Vash dips his head down defeatedly, resting it in the crook of your neck and taking in the inherent, palpable feeling of comfort he feels. 

“I know,” he murmurs against you, and he doesn’t miss how you shiver against him when his lips brush against your skin. 

Suddenly, he’s all too aware of the compromising position you’re in. Vash knows he’s breathing hard, but it’s as if his body is having reactions on its own– he’s not used to this, to any of this. But you seem to understand because you pull on his hands, guiding them to rest against your sides. 

“Vash…” you whisper, filling the air with so much tension that it makes Vash’s eyes fall shut. 

He presses his weight against you when he kisses you again, moving his lips against yours slowly and in such an inexperienced manner that it’s endearing. He kisses hesitantly at first, sloppy and a bit shyly, before you’re encouraging him by moaning into his mouth, cupping his cheeks and whispering his name over and over and over again. 

Sucking in a shaky breath, Vash refuses to part from you, even though the nerves are bundling and coiling and tightening in his chest, tugging his heart in your direction. He doesn’t want to stop whatever this is; he doesn’t want to halt the feeling because he’s almost certain that the feeling is love. 

Vash is in love with you. 

So, his hands tentatively fall to your hips, clumsily and almost timidly pulling your hips towards him and over him. You don’t seem to understand what he wants at first, and Vash is filled with insecurities about just talking to you about it– but then your eyes go wide in understanding, and you carefully begin moving with him. 

Soon, Vash is panting into your mouth, kissing you slow and wet, no longer holding the same inhibitions he did previously. He pulls and tugs on you, cheeks becoming more and more stained with red the longer you rock over the hardening bulge in his pants. He’s thoroughly enamored, unable to think about anything other than how your body feels so soft against his own, how the desire for you burns through his body, and how you sound sighing his name whenever he gives you another squeeze to pull you closer to him. His mind might as well be melting with every warm, thick roll of your hips over his lap, igniting a tingling pleasure between his thighs that he’s thoroughly unused to. 

He doesn’t know how long you stay like that– simply enjoying each other’s mouth and bodies and touch, fully clothed and relishing in the comfort you bring each other. It could have been minutes or hours, and all throughout, Vash feels the same sort of insistent neediness that he did in the beginning. He can’t help but look you over with hazy eyes, a constant smile tugging at his lips, and nothing but pure love filling his heart. 

There are many things Vash likes in the world, but it is undeniable that he loves you the most. 

In The Heat of The Night

A/N: Stemming from my previous fic and inspired by this text post I thought I'd write a lil something 18+ for the thirsty Vash fans out there, Vash x Reader, (no pronouns used), might continue/rewrite this with a bit more sm*t eventually. Summary: Vash's first bj, this IS this space cowboy's first time at the rodeo. Thank you @holydayaria for reading/editing. ♡

“Make a right here Meryl! There should be a nearby stop!” Vash called out from the back seat pointing a mechanical finger in the direction of the nearing town. As much as he unconsciously enjoyed the pleasant pressure of an attractive stranger's weight in his lap, his limbs were becoming increasingly sore by the second.

“Someone’s eager to get out of the car.” Wolfwood chuckled beside the blond, he could tell Vash was not only in physical pain, but obviously going through some sort of mental tug of war with what he assumed was his human taught chivalry and his instinctual libido. His dark brows were knit tight the entire car ride, his body ridged, his fists balled up against his sides, like a little kid who was put on time out. Each bump the car went over you bounced in his lap, earning a deep groan every time.

“A drink does sound nice.” you chimed, leaning yourself back against his chest. Vash flinched at your sudden movement, quickly moving his hands to grip the dusty cushions for stability. “Thank you for being such a comfortable seat.” you smiled, turning your head to the side glancing at him from your peripheral. His lips curled upward into a small smile, a droplet of sweat rolling down his brow. “Glad I could be of service.” He laughed breathlessly, rubbing the back of his head with his gloved hand.

To his relief, the truck finally came to a stop in front of a desert inn, you climbed out of the car first, Vash still close behind you holding the door open.

“Thank you for the ride, I would have been a goner without your help.” you turned toward him, bowing forward gratefully, “I’d love to buy a round of drinks for you before we part ways.”

Vash shook his head with a smile waving his hands in front of him in unison with his words, “No, no, you don’t have to do that! It’s the least we could do for a stranger in need.”

“I’d love a drink.” Wolfwood interjected as he hopped out of the car “Me too!” Meryl sang, following alongside Wolfwood, “What they said.” Roberto motioned his hand for you and Vash to follow along.

“I guess it turns out everyone wants a drink!” Vash sighed, raising his hands in defeat.

“Order whatever you’d like.” you reassured your new found saviors making your way over toward the inn’s bar. And after a few moments you all were presented with a frothy beverage in a wooden mug.

“You sure you don’t want anything, I owe you one.” You took a sip from your tankard before placing it to rest on the rustic table Vash was sat at. “You must be thirsty.” you pressed, taking a seat beside him.

He shook his head, “I’ll be alright.”

You raised a single brow taken back by his unusual answer, “Alright, suit yourself.” Before you could inquire about his odd behavior, Wolfwood joined the two of you at the table. “Thanks again for the booze.” He gestured his mug in a silent cheer toward you.

“It’s the least I could do.” You turned toward Vash with a small frown, “guess I’ll have to thank this guy another way.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Wolfwood responded, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, nestling a stick into the side of his mouth.

A few moments later Meryl and Roberto joined the table carrying on their previous conversation that was held in the truck. As they spoke among themselves, you took this time to get to know your makeshift knight in shining armor, and grew more fond of him the more he shared. Wolfwood sat back and spectated your interaction with Vash, it was obvious to him you had quite the attraction to the outlaw.

“I’m going to get another drink, ‘you sure you don’t want anything?” you asked, standing up from your seat. “I’ll just take a glass of water please.” Vash caved to your polite persistence. The priest could swear on the mighty God above him he saw a twinkle in needlehead’s eyes when he gazed at you. He was clearly enamored by you as well, which was quite rare for him.

“Be careful needle noggin’.” The Punisher warned, his eyes still studying you as you approached the bar alone.

“What do you mean?” Vash asked, obviously confused by the implication of his comment.

“They’re obviously interested in you. Just make sure to use protection.” Wolfwood chuckled, picking up the carton of cigarettes off of the table, now standing from his seat “P-protection?!” Vash stammered, “I’ll leave you two alone.” Waved him off, exiting the bar. And before Vash knew it, Meryl and Roberto followed suit, taking their leave as well.

“Guys, where are you going?!”

“We are going to get a room! We might as well stay here for the night! See ya tomorrow!” Meryl waved before exiting the bar. Vash swallowed thickly, directing his attention back to you leaning against the bar awaiting your drink. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to pursue anything more than just a friendly conversation. But physically, he was very drawn to you, more so than he’s experienced with any other human before.

As you made your way back to the table you immediately noticed the empty chairs,“Where did your friends go?” you asked, “I hope I didn’t scare them away.”

“Oh no! Not at all,” he chuckled, humored by your worry but also, trying to soothe his anxiety of being left alone with you, “they went to get their own rooms. I guess we are staying here for the night.”

“Where do you plan on staying?” you asked curiously. He swallowed once more, his mouth dry, clearly struggling to retain his eye contact with your flirtatious gaze. He reached for his water, taking a small sip before replying, “I’m not too sure.” A way to thank him, you thought to yourself. And you weren’t opposed to spending more time with your newly found friend.

“I know you just met me but, you could stay the night with me? But only if you’re comfortable.” you placed your head in the palm of your hand trying to come off nonthreatening in the hopes he would say yes. His cheeks slowly began to flush pink, caught off guard by such an intimate offer. So cute, you thought to yourself.

“You sure?” he asked, you nodded, reassuring the desire of his presence.

“Thank you.” What have I gotten myself into?

After a bit more conversation you decide to call it a night, tired from today’s journey. Vash followed a safe distance behind you as you led him to the purchased room. “You sure you don’t mind me staying with you?” He asked hesitantly, still unsure of the situation.

“I trust you.” Vash’s shoulders relaxed at your comforting words, feeling slightly less tense about his intrusion. With an audible click the door opened, before Vash could make his way in you ran forward throwing yourself on top of the bed, sinking into the plush material with a content sigh.

“Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve been on a bed this nice.” you apologized with a small laugh, Vash responded similarly. While you enjoyed the bed, he made himself comfortable, pulling free from his heavy red trench coat, leaving him in just his black poloneck and matching cargo pants. His eyes caught your gaze while you watched him unbuckle his gun’s holster. He looked back down, working at the metal buckle, “Sorry, I should have told you I had a gun.”

“It’s okay, I felt something hard when I was sitting in your lap and figured it was either a.) a gun or b.) you were just very happy to see me.” you smirked. A shiver went up his spine hearing your obscene joke, he didn’t know whether to laugh or be embarrassed about the possibility of it not being his gun to blame.

“Vash? You seem tense.” you sat up, resting your forearms behind you for leverage. “Why don’t you come lay down with me.” Vash glanced over at you for a brief moment and part of him wished he didn’t, your soft lips were now contorted into an attractive pout, narrowed eyes luring him like a siren’s call. “Ah, s-sure.” he agreed before he could think about what he was saying, pursing his lips into a thin line trying to keep the nervous shake in his voice hidden. After his struggle unbuckling the holster with nervous fingers he placed it alongside his other belongings, now approaching you from the bedside.

He sat on the edge of the mattress unsure of what to expect from the close proximity. That is until he felt your hands at his shoulders, kneading into the sore tendons. A small sigh left Vash who was enjoying the soft touch of your hands slowly working away the years of knots undone. “Relax,” you purred against his ear, the palm of your hand now flat against his chest pushing him to turn toward you, “I want to make you feel good.”

As Vash turned his torso you guided him back against the bed, positioning him to lay down beside you. He watched as you threw your leg over his, now straddling his hips. His hands fell down to your thighs squeezing the soft flesh gently feeling you roll your hips, trying to comfortably disperse your weight on top of him. His jaw clenched, his glasses slipping to the lower bridge of his nose as he looked down at your semi lewd position on top of him.

You leaned forward pulling the arm of the glasses upward, tucking them behind his ear to rest on top of his blond tresses. “You have beautiful eyes.” you smiled admiring his features that were mostly hidden behind his sunglasses.

“S-so do you.” He said breathlessly, internally cursing himself for being unable to make a coherent sentence. His thoughts were hazy, his brain busy trying to process what was going on. He was soon pulled out of those thoughts feeling your hand slip underneath his shirt, “What do you say about taking this off?” As you pulled the shirt further up you noticed the abundance of scars and protruding pieces of metal that were deeply engraved in his abdomen and chest. Your lips parted in shock at the gruesome sight.

“I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” His cheeks flushed feeling the harsh sting of your scrutinizing gaze. “Can’t say I didn’t expect an outlaw to have a few battle scars. But I didn’t think it’d be ones like these.” You gently skimmed your hand over each scar, feeling the cool touch of the metal patchwork and seams over your fingertips. “You’re interesting Vash, one of a kind.” you smiled. His eyes widened at your response, one of a kind, he mulled your kind words over in his head.

As your hand drifted back down his abdomen, you felt each muscle twitch underneath your palm, nearing closer to his hips. “Have you ever been with anyone, Vash?” you whispered, placing a hand between his legs, palming his cock through the thick material of his pants. You watched his lips part, a soft moan escaping his lips. He finally processed your question, shaking his head no in response.

You were genuinely surprised by his answer, he hasn’t been with anyone else? But you were too consumed by lust to entertain the idea.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” you whispered against his neck placing soft kisses along his nape. You rested one hand against the opposite side of his neck, continuing to pleasure Vash through his clothing, his cock quickly hardening underneath your palm from the friction. With soft kisses and small licks you made your way down his abdomen before stopping right above his navel. You looked up at him through thick lashes searching his eyes for approval, he nodded granting you further access.

As you pulled his pants down you were soon greeted with his aroused length springing forward from the confines of his underwear. The tip was blushing red, weeping profusely, silently begging for attention. Before attending to his needs you pulled away, crossing your arms at the hem of your top, and as you pulled you at the fabric, you unveiled the sight of your bare chest for his display. Vash wasn’t sure if he should look away, but it was clear by your hand grasping his to touch you, you wanted him to acknowledge you.

“It’s time I give you my thanks. You know, for saving me and all.” you smiled innocently, but what you planned on gifting him for your gratitude was anything but. You repositioned yourself between his legs, refocusing your attention back on his cock. 

You pressed your soft lips against the sensitive skin before laying your tongue flat, gently licking along his slit. Vash’s head fell back onto the pillows, his gloved hand raking carefully through your hair, tugging at the strands with each bob of your head. Vash’s moans were rasped, desperate for his release. Feeling an unfamiliar tension build up inside of him, he threw his other arm above him hitting against the wood with an audible “clank”. His metal fingers curled around the delicate headboard in search of relief. 

“I feel, I feel, like-” his words were frantic, unsure of how to express this overwhelming sensation. Looking up at him, you could tell he was probably close to his climax. His brows were furrowed, the quiff of his hair stuck against his forehead now sticky with sweat, and his pale cheeks illuminated with a dark pink hue. It was enough to motivate you to begin your motions with a little more vigor, encouraging his oncoming orgasm. His hips bucked forward in response to your change of pace. His moans were now broken, uncontrollable. The cracking of wood could be heard between each whimper as he quickly claimed his release. Ropes of thick cum spurting down your throat. Vash winced, feeling his prosthetic grow hot against the flesh of his bicep, and before he could control it he formed a metal fist creating a hole in the headboard. He looked up in shock at his accident trying to regain control of his prosthesis.

“That’s never happened before, I guess I got too excited.” He practiced clenching his mechanical hand as his arm recalibrated.

“Maybe next time, we will keep our hands to ourselves.”

Before your mind could process what was happening, you were trapped beneath two strong arms caging you in, a vine of sharp wire began wrapping its way around you, metal thorns digging the delicate flesh of your skin. You cried out in pain, feeling the wire tighten, your body now flushed against the intruder. 

“Nai don’t!” Vash yelled, running toward you. But his twin’s reflexes were much faster, immediately shooting a wire toward him. 

“Vash!” you cried instinctually lunging forward, but the wire wrapped around you grew even tighter to prevent you from moving at all. You grew lightheaded from the constriction and within a few seconds you were unconscious. Knives sneered feeling your body become limp in his arms. 

“You humans are so weak.” He scoffed. Vash used the side of his gun’s barrel to block each strike of Knives’ blades. With one wrong step, a single wire wrapped around his ankle, tossing him across the lab effortlessly. Vash quickly recovered, rolling out of his fallen position. 

“This one is pretty Vash, I actually might feel bad this time.” Knives held your head in his hand, his hand at your mouth, clenching harshly at your cheeks to hold your head up in front of Vash, as if it was his trophy. Knives knew he had won, he found Vash’s weakness, someone he could use as bait to further the success of his plan.

“Please Nai! Let them go!” Vash plead desperately, he couldn’t watch someone else die because of him. Not you.

I think of cutting Vash's hair. Intertwine your fingers and subtly untangle it, he will nestle in your hands and start to hum in delight. When his hair begins to grow and lose its spiky shape, he will come to you as a symbol of pure affection and full trust.

Such a simple act becomes very intimate and domestic. Cutting his hair shows that he allows you to handle something so characteristic of him, something that people he appreciated deeply have only done.

And don't forget that he enjoys finishing off with a kiss after you show him the result.~

“Can you show me how to use the “punisher”?” You look up at Wolfwood through your lashes, a flirtatious smile playing at your lips. He turned his head to the side, watching your finger drift down the base of the covered weapon, drawing circles along the way. 

“Big gun for a little thing like you.” He smirked, amused by your question. “You think you can handle it?” he peered down at you, his eyes drifting along the sight of your body. You picked up on his tone, knowing his question wasn’t really about the gun. 

“I can handle a lot more than you know.” 

He nodded appreciating your bold answer, making a mental note to take you up on that challenge later. Reaching forward he grabbed the cross from your wandering hand and set the hefty weapon in front of you now standing behind you. “How much do you know about weapons?” you shrugged at his query, “Not much, looks cool though.” 

“Well, it is cool.” He grabs your hand, placing it over the handle, showing you its mechanism. His movement is firm over yours, you feel the panels shift open, exposing the barrel of the gun. As he explains each part's function you begin backing yourself into him, your body flushed against his as he moves your hands to different parts of the cross.  A breathy laugh hits the back of your neck as you push up against him, his hips pushed forward letting you know he’s just as interested as you are. You felt a hand rest on your hip, Wolfwood leaning in to whisper, “I can teach you how to use something else too.”