Been Going A Bit Feral Thinking About Stampede Vash Grappling, So Can I Request Headcanons For Vash Grappling

Been going a bit feral thinking about Stampede Vash grappling, so can I request headcanons for Vash grappling a afab reader? Fluff or nsfw, or both, whichever you want.

On the one hand its really sweet, because aww, they Trust Him enough to let him put them in various holds and grapples (some of which, it has to be said, involve Vash touching a lot of boob, because thats how center of gravity works). But also Vash and reader getting flustered about it because hhhnng, friend pretty, and grappling training involves a lot of getting sweaty and gross together and touching and your face being close to theirs- or other parts of their anatomy.

(There's even a move where you try and and smoosh somebody to your chest enough that they can't breathe/tap out, and trying to practice that while having tits is. A Process. Wearing a sports bra helps, but it can still be a pain.)

Also maybe reader getting pinned and/or put in a chokehold by Vash and just being like. "OH. I see this has awoken something in me." "Oh, shit, I actually really trust him with my body and safety, and not just in a friendly way." "OH NO, HE'S HOT."?

I had to do so much research just to figure out what grappling was, and I'm mad at myself for not knowing because this. THIS. It's good stuff. ;)

Vash happily agreed to your request for a bit of grappling training. To him, it would be a fun way to work not only himself out, but you would also get in a good workout with it as well. It was two birds with one stone. You both get into the correct stance and, before you can even blink, the blond acts quickly.

Your back is firmly pressed against the floor as Vash has one leg across your neck, pinning you down while he has a grip on one of your arms, tugging it in a way that seems like it should hurt, but it doesn't. Your eyes are wide as you realize just how close his thigh is to your face, and you try not to think about it. You eventually have to tap out with your free hand, to which he immediately releases his hold on you.

You're not entirely sure as to why such a thought even entered your mind like that. It wasn't as if he did or said anything. Maybe it was what he wore that twisted your thoughts? Your eyes glanced over his attire, soaking in his black turtleneck and sweats combo, though your eyes may have stayed too long on the sweats.

Snapping yourself out of that mindset and focusing on the training at hand, you got back into your previous position, with Vash mimicking it. After a few seconds, you both went at one another, except this time around it was you that got him in a hold.

His back was on the ground while his head rested on one of your legs. You had an arm around his neck in a sort of chokehold while the other pulled at one of his arms, rendering him unable to break free from it. Such a position allowed for an increased closeness, which you realized how anyone walking in on such a scene would think the way you currently were.

Vash's face was practically smushed against your chest due to this position, and you couldn't tell whether or not he was affected by it. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel the tips of your ears burn as you stared down at him. His eyes held no glint within, so knowing whether or not what his thoughts were was impossible. Except, he didn't make a move to tap out, which would free him. Perhaps this was a sign?

Though he tapped out the second your brain thought it, and you quickly released your hold on him. He made a comment that praised you on getting him down to the floor as quick as you did, and you thanked him, smiling as the two of you got into the same stance for a third time.

You really couldn't stop thinking about how you practically smothered his face with your breasts, and that thinking is what caused you to lose focus and hit the ground with a thud. It didn't hurt, and your eyes widened at the realization of the position Vash put you in.

His weight pressed against your body, keeping you in place on the floor. He had one hand at your hip while an arm was planted across you, in between your neck and breasts. The blond's face was mere inches from your own and you honestly felt like passing out with the way he stared down at you.

Lips curved upwards into such a sweet smile while his eyes crinkled as they stared into your own. "Fuck," you breathed out, and it caught him off guard, having his first thought going towards how he might be hurting you with his full weight. He went to lift himself up off of you, yet you tugged him back down with a free hand and mimicked his earlier smile. "Don't move," you told him, "I like this position."

Only then did it click with him. He realized that, through all of the sweat from this session, the positions and the sheer closeness each one put you together in produced certain thoughts. Thoughts he really didn't think about until now. Well, that's a lie, but you didn't have to know that, yet.

His lips copied your smile, and he brought his face down a little more, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Did you like the other positions, too?" His smiled broadened when you gave a quick nod.

"I hope the second one wasn't too much." He shook his head at you and chuckled. You felt a little embarrassed having his face so close to your chest.

"It wasn't," he smiled, "they were...soft. It felt nice." You hummed in response and felt the urge to close the gap between you and him, your lips brushing against his in a soft, yet hungry, kiss. He didn't pull away or attempt to show any disgust with the sudden action. Instead, he worked his lips against yours, tasting them before he had to pull away. "You want to--"

"Continue this elsewhere? Yes."

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“You’re a terrible liar.” Toji chuckles, smiling down at you “That blush tells all.” He leans down, hands still in your hips, and your bodies are almost touching. The closeness makes him happy, but he wants more. “What is it?” He whispers, his nose just barely grazing your neck.

“What bothers you so much?”

You dind't reply as you went immediatly to take his hand and placing your chin on his palm snuggling it,enjoying his soft skin.

Toji is shocked at the sudden movement, not expecting your reaction. But he isn’t entirely mad about it. He smiles as you snuggle into his palm and you rests your chin against it, letting your body touch his.

He moves his thumb against your chin, slowly turning it upwards to make you look at him again. He leans down towards you,until your noses are close again. He gazes at you with a small smirk.

“Better?” He whispers, his thumb sliding down your face and stopping at your chin.

Toji chuckles, his smile growing wider as you snuggles against his nose. You're such a small and adorable thing, enjoying being held by his massive hands and arms. He could crush you if he wanted to.

Instead, he rubs your back gently with one of his hands, his thumb running up and down the back of your neck with the occasional stroke of your hair.

“You’re like a little bunny” he whispers, the smile still plastered on his face.

"wolf" you said in a kid tone pointing at Toji,you never talked before but you enjoyed Toji company "i like..Toji.." your words were slurred and almost silent but you couldn't stop humming

Toji’s face lights up as you whispers his name, and when you call him a wolf, he makes a playful growl.

He grins down at you, amused by your small voice. You're been mute all your life, even when you were betrothed. Now you decided to talk?

“You never spoke before, why now?” He asks, still rubbing your back gently, his hands starting to go further down your back.

Toji chuckles at your little smile. It’s adorable. For all the years that you're been mute, you finally speaks, with such a soft and silky voice.

“I love your voice” he says softly, leaning down to rest his nose against yours. “If anyone makes fun of you, I’ll deal with them personally.”

“I want to hear you laugh. Whisper. Scream. Sing. I want to hear everything you have to say”

A loud giggle erupted from your lips but you immediatly coverd your mouth "sorry…" you said looking down,pouting

Toji snorts loudly, amused by the sudden outburst. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but smile at you as you covers your mouth.

“Don’t apologize” He whispers, moving your hands away from your mouth. “I want to hear you laugh some more.”

He brings his face closer, your noses touching again as they grin at each other. “I want to hear that little giggle again.”

You giggle again at his request, letting yourself enjoy the moment with this huge man. You're always had to be silent, forced to stay mute or else your parents would punish you.

But with Toji, you feels like you can do anything. No one’s there to stop you. You're free.

“I want to hear your little giggles every day,” he continues, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you bit closer to him. “I want to see you smile every day. I want to see you happy. No one is allowed to make fun of you again. Only I’m allowed to make fun of you.”

His voice is low and serious, though that smirk of his doesn’t disappear. He’s dead serious, and not joking at all.

“Do you understand?” he whispers to you, as he brushes your hair away from your neck. He rests his hands on your waist as you stare at each other.

“Only I’m allowed to make fun of you, only I get to hear you laugh. From now on, no one else gets to hurt you. I don’t want anyone making fun of my wife.”

Toji pauses for a moment, studying you. You're so tiny and vulnerable, and so easily hurt by the words of strangers. It makes him hate the world a little bit.

“Promise me you won’t listen to them anymore, okay?” The former assassin whispers, his arms tightening around you as he runs his hand down your back. “When they make fun of you, you’re going to turn to me and laugh. No matter the insult, I want to hear you laugh. Then I can tell them to shut up.”

“Mhm.” Toji leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. You continue to stare at each other, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. “My beloved wife.” He smiles, his thumb stroking your chin before running it down your neck and onto your shoulders.

“And my beloved wife never cries.”

“Never.” Toji’s voice is a low whisper as he wraps his free arm around your shoulder. They’re pressed so close together, their bodies touching, but it feels nice. Warm. Toji stares at you, humming a bit, and smiles at the thought of his wife.

For a moment, he just looks at you, enjoying the feeling of your presence.

“Let’s make each other happier” he murmurs, tilting his head for a kiss.

Toji pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer to him as his lips press against yours. He presses against your bodies, making sure his arms are wrapped around you tightly.

His tongue explores your mouth, and he enjoys the feel of your body against him. He breaks away from the kiss abruptly, panting heavily as he breaks free.

“Much happier” he whispers to you, panting heavily, grinning at the sweet, small woman in front of him.

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