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Desire (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Plot? What plot?... just porn. The quiet, sweet ones tend to hide a different side too...

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Grinding

Word count: 3.2k

Author's Note: It's V-day. single or not, you'll always be Vash's valentine so here ya go, have another demo from Tempest Wind. You as a community picked this one! If you like this, check out the other demos and I'm posting daily chapters of the series! You'll find all the info about the series in the Masterlist.

Vash has been so consumed with worry and thoughts for the past few days that even his chatter has boiled down to planning, and for once, you can call him the worrywart like he has done to you many times before. It did coax out a light laugh from him, but he went right back to his talk of strategy and what the bandits could be planning and doing. He has drawn up a little map for himself where he has marked out roughly the locations of settlements, their names, and which ones have already been hit by the bandits.

You had told him to go to bed and get some sleep, but instead he has gone into planning mode once again under his blanket while you were looking out over the desert, trying to catch a glimpse of any car headlights. The radio plays as he tracks his pencil along the makeshift map. He tries to listen for more hints on where the bandits could be, but there is no news from this area. A few robberies have happened further south towards May, but they are nowhere near as frequent as in the northern area.

He is so consumed by his thoughts, and it worries you, so you hatch a plan to get his mind off things. If he's not going to sleep, then you will occupy him in different ways.

You stand over him for a moment as he lays on his stomach, his fingers laced into his hair as he stares at his notes. He doesn't even seem to notice you there. He is so used to you and so trusting of you that as long as you're keeping watch, his guard is down. You kneel onto your own mattress that is right next to his, and before he even turns his head, you're under his blanket.

"Won't you stop worrying so much?" Your voice is low in his ear as your hand pulls his out of his hair.

"I just... I don't want to leave you alone; I don't want to be away from you." His voice is sad as he sighs. He sounds so pathetic to himself, but to you, he can admit that.

"You won't come up with a better plan. After all, this is my idea, and I am always right." Your voice is quiet as you place a light kiss on his cheek. "It's only for a little bit."

His head turns to meet yours, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes are still sad.

"Even a little bit is too much."

"You'll get over it." You pull his face closer to kiss his lips, a tender and soft kiss locking your mouths together.

You feel him adjusting, turning to his side, his hand closest to you finding your waist, and it makes him freeze. He pulls away from you, looking into your mischievous eyes before trailing down your face and neck. He lifts the blanket a bit to peek underneath, and a deep crimson hue comes over his ears and face as you keep a close look on his expression.

"What's wrong?" you ask, amused.

"Where are your clothes?" His eyes meet yours again, and you see that somewhere deep, the awkwardness is overtaken by desire. Usually, he is the one undressing you.

"Somewhere over yonder," you say with a smirk as you let the blanket fall off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin to him. Vash has to swallow before your lips find his again; this time he is a lot hungrier.

His lips part with yours, his tongue pushing into the cavity of your mouth. You feel his hand move down your body, giving your thigh a squeeze before sneaking over your body. His fingertips start to push into the space between your legs, but you swat him away.

You click your tongue disapprovingly, and he pulls away with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting your denial.

"Your clothes are bothering me. Get up and take them off," you smirk, and Vash could swear you look so devious you could be the Devil for all he knows.

Still, he doesn't let you tell him twice as he gets on his feet, towering over you by your feet as you turn onto your back, your hands propping you up, the edge of the thin blanket sliding onto your stomach. Your eyes are nailed on him as he takes off his coat, shirt, and glove, revealing his scarred skin. He moves down to undo his belt, and he seems hurried and flustered, the redness still not completely gone.

"Does it make you nervous when I watch?" Your voice is still silky smooth.

He starts to answer, but it seems like his mind is wiped clean as he sees your knees move apart under the blanket, his eyes nailed to your lower half. This is uncharted territory for him; you haven't swept him up and away quite like this before.

"What is it? You want a treat already?" You smirk. "Your job is only half done, and you already want a peek?"

You could swear you saw his knees buckle for a moment as one of your hands reaches down to grab the blanket.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" You pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.

Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants and pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.

"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.

"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." You smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.

You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear; only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.

"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.

"Good girl," his voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue is exploring the folds and tasting your arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well; he has his own little tricks he uses on you; every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting till your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.

"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.

"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."

"Your voice really is music, baby," he hums, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"

"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel so... ah, so good... Get me there."

"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.

"Make me cum, Red, oooh!" You can't arch any further; your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"

His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, as his digits are still pleasuring you from the inside. It only takes him a few pressured licks to have you reach your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.

"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards. "You know me too well."

He ignores your comments as he moves up your body. He leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your stomach and breasts, moving up to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio that is conveying the latest news.

"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.

His other hand moves down to run his tip between your folds before pressing it against your opening. Your breathing is still fast as you wait with anticipation. You see the smirk on his lips as he slowly lowers himself into you. He starts off slow, but the last of him nearly slams into you. A moan escapes you as you adjust to his girth, and he pulls away just a little bit, but he doesn't start moving like you expected.

"Please..." You try reaching his lips with yours, but he denies you. "I want more..."

Your hips try to get the stimulation you're looking for, but you're too pinned under him, barely able to move along his length. Dissatisfied noises escape you, as even rolling your hips doesn't get you much closer.

"Please... give me more..." You bite your lip. "This was my idea... How did I end up being the one being teased?"

"So whiny..." he smiles. "What do you want?"

He bites your earlobe, and you let out a slight yelp.

"Fuck me!" you nearly growl by his ear. This gets his hips moving again, pulling almost all the way out, and you feel every vein and pump of his tease your insides. He only gets a few calm thrusts in before he sets a frantic tempo.

"You're so tight and warm," he whispers into your ear. "So wet."

You feel him pounding deep into you, the pleasure tingling up your stomach. You are completely at his mercy as he pins you under him, your hands tightly between his and the ground. Your legs hovering in the air above him. Your moans sound out together. He quickly has you arching from pleasure again, your body already looking for the last push that he won't give you yet. You know your insides are dripping for him; the arousal and pleasure make you go feral. You see his overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he pulls nearly completely out, only to dive as deep as before. His whole length is trying to fit into you, pushing against you with every thrust. You clench up a bit, and immediately his excitement grows further.

All you can think about is him, his rough body against your skin, the way his lips feel, his breath, his voice, and his moans. The way he calls out your name due to the pleasure fills you with butterflies even now. The night would be filled with colors if they burst out of your chest. Vash makes you feel things you previously thought were impossible. The whole world feels vibrant, painted in colors of red, orange, and yellow like your desire for him.

He lets go of your hands and raises into a kneeling position. He catches your legs and pushes them against your chest; you're flat on the ground again. He uses his prosthetic to pin down both of your legs, their closeness making you even tighter. He might be good at keeping you on the verge, but chasing his own climax is a different story. The arousal has been filling his mind since the moment he noticed your naked body. Seeing you squirming because of the overwhelming pleasure he brings forth does unspeakable things to him, and his fingers find your clit again as he keeps pushing deep into you. Your fingers grab onto the sheets as he gives you the last little push and makes you cum hard around him. Your tightly clenching walls spell the end of this round for him too, as he fills your insides with a few more slow thrusts. His brow is sweaty as both of you come down from your high.

He releases the pressure on your legs and leans them against his shoulders as he leans back. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face by running his fingers through it as he still catches his breath. Your insides tingle, and you move your grabby hands onto your breasts, giving them a squeeze as you come down from your high. The calmness is only physical; your desire still burns in your soul, and so does his. His hand runs up and down your leg as he looks into your eyes.

"You're beautiful; this look suits you," he says over his panting and leans closer, your legs sliding down his sides again. He comes close enough to kiss you, and you feel him move, still inside you. His lips lock with yours, hungry yet soft.

"I love you," you whisper through the kiss as best you can as your nails move onto his back.

His kisses move to your neck, and he talks through his nips and licks.

"I could never get enough of you. You're mine... I'm yours..." His voice is low but loud enough for you to hear.

It makes you clench around him again, and you feel your mixed releases flow down your crack. His words arouse you further. You know you feel the same, but hearing such things out of his mouth does something else.

"I love your blush. The rosy tone... the heat of your skin." His kisses move down your body, making his lower half pull away till you're left yearning for him to fill you again. It feels wrong, like you're missing a piece of yourself. His hands feel your body, and he leaves you tingling all over.

"Shouldn't it be my turn now?" You look at him as his lips touch your belly button and his hands track along your hips.

"No, you said you would fill my every desire." His fingers touch the ample wetness between your thighs. His answer is so resolute that it leaves no room for arguments.

"Again... this was my idea, and you choose to tease me instead..." You enjoy his touch as his fingers press lightly into your skin.

"Alright... I'll let you, but only if you turn around for a bit." His eyes look dangerously sharp in the dim light of the gas burner. "On your hands and knees."

"I wanna hear you beg." You push yourself onto your elbows again to look at him.

"You're not in a position to make demands," he says, slightly amused as he pushes two fingers into your cavity.

"Ah, fuck!" he takes you by surprise. "Dammit... when did you get like this?"

You may be complaining, but in reality, this makes you very hot and bothered. You lift your leg over him, the fingers slipping out again, as you turn onto your stomach and support your body up. You're about to turn towards him, thinking you know what he had in mind, but he slaps your ass.

"No need to move. This is good... Actually..." You look over your shoulder to see him sit down, and he beckons you closer, and you comply, slowly and teasingly moving to his side, your lips begging for a kiss as you're close enough.

He smiles a crooked smile as he kisses you on the lips, his hand closest to you stroking over your back. His lips part, and you're ready for more, but his hand presses down and guides you to lay on his lap, his hand giving another hard spank before sliding in between your legs.

"You're mean!" You moan with your ass up, "In the best way possible..."

"Open your legs," he says as he strokes up and down your crack and spreads your cheeks.

As soon as your knees part, his other hand moves under your body to find your clit, his fingers glide effortlessly over it due to the slick, and it immediately starts to feel overwhelmingly good. He strokes your parts, palm against your swollen bits. Your deep breaths quickly turn into moans and whines. His free hand keeps you in place as you start to squirm. He watches your body twist from the pleasure; the hand keeping you where you are moves; the fingers slide into your slit, jerking roughly and pushing you further, but not far enough.

"Aaaaah!" you scream out as you squirm to his touch. He pulls out his fingers, only leaving his other hand stroking against your clit. You feel his fingers move slightly up and draw circles against the back entrance, but you're so consumed by the pleasure that you barely notice it.

"Let me fuck you!" you pant out as your fingers grab onto the blanket.

"Not yet. Cum first," you hear the amusement in his voice; he is clearly enjoying this, your helplessness contrasting with your headstrong nature.

"Make me!" you shout desperately as he keeps you on the verge. "Give me more!"

He listens to your plea as his finger glides into your lubed ass, making you gasp. He has been there before, but not in quite such a position. The hand on your clit presses down harder as he fingers you, and it doesn't take half a minute for you to be screaming his name into the night with your legs uselessly twisting.

"Oh..." you press out between the panting, "I've had it with your unpunished teasing. Now it's my turn."

"You can't even stand," he laughs, putting one hand on your shaking thigh.

"I don't need to." You push up and grab hold of his shoulder. You roughly press him onto his back before climbing on. You see him rock hard again and, for a moment, consider your options, but you have been pushed too far, your mind clouded by the desire and just how well he knows you. He's an excellent lover, always paying attention and learning your every quirk.

You pull up, pinning his member between your bodies and starting to grind on it. The texture quickly starts to pull deep breaths out of him. His hands hold on to your legs as you move up and down the length of him.

"Love..." His eyes are closed as he enjoys you. "I won't last like this..."

"Don't worry, Red, I will make you last." Your hands glide over his chest. "Look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes."

You keep going, looking into his blue eyes, till you see his desperation reach its limits, only then you change things up and sink him in, taking his length and rolling your hips, giving him different, lighter stimulation. Your gentleness only lasts long enough to let him slightly cool off, and then it is replaced by you riding him like a tomas, making sure to edge him more than once before letting him empty himself into you again. His load dripping down the lower halves of both of you.

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greetingfromthedead · 3 months

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Tempest Wind Masterlist

Through a destined meeting, Vash found you, a lost soul much like himself, under the weirdest of circumstances, and he made a promise to follow you across any desert. That turns out to lead both of you down a path of self-discovery, love, and hurt. Vash's unlucky shadow drives the two of you from one crisis to the next, but there's nothing you can't overcome together.

Tempest Wind is a 18+ Vash x F!Reader fic with some spice, some gore, a bit of action and a lot of fluff, for added flavor there's angst too ofc.

The rating of 18+ comes mainly from the occasional dark themes and not so much of the smuttiness (as those parts are labeled and can be skipped without it really affecting the story).

NB: The content is mostly Trimax canon-typical violence/gore/themes, but I give warnings and summaries for the heavier chapters and smut so you can skip them if you want!

Tags/CW below the cut!

Tags/CW: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Action, Adventure, Slow Burn, Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Reader-Insert, badass female character, Eventual Smut, Healing, Immortality, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Implied/Referenced suicide, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, powers, Mentions of impregnation, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Tragedy, Protectiveness, Pre-Canon, Canon Universe, Injury, Not Beta Read, POV Alternating, Tenderness, Illnesses, Scars, Mental Breakdown, Mental Health Issues, Caretaking, During Canon, Creature Vash, Angel Vash, Body Horror, Body Worship, i'm shit at tagging, idk what im doing

COMPLTETED: 84 Chapters / 165k words

C1: In Death

C2: Tracking Through the Desert

C3: Acts of Kindness

C4: Night Watch

C5: Birdbrain

C6: A Heavy Heart

C7: Midnight Run

C8: Odd Job

C9: A Wild Beast

C10: Wounds

C11: Laundry Day

C12: Language of Flowers

C13: Unlocked Horrors

C14: Sweet as Sugar

C15: Resemblance of Normality

C16: Taking Out the Trash

C17: Unfamiliar Experiences

C18: Moving On

C19: A Gut Feeling

C20: Gods and Angels

C21: Perfect Morning

C22: Renewed Conviction

C23: Dusty Memory

C24: Unexpected Visitors

C25: Guardian Angel

C26: Calamity J

C27: Playing Doctor

C28: Otherworldly Lullaby

C29: Patchwork

C30: Burn

C31: Towards New Horizons

C32: Stormy Emotions

C33: Tempest

C34: Desert Night

C35: Mayfly of Love

C36: Sign of Appreciation

C37: Plotting

C38: Execution

C39: Hands

C40: Storm Clouds

C41: Truth Unfurled

C42: Ray of Hope

C43: Lucky

C44: Sandstorm

C45: Back in a Lab

C46: Signals

C47: Glimpse of the Past

C48: Nature of Your Being

C49: Irises

C50: Frozen Dream

C51: Spring

C52: Worship

C53: Breakfast

C54: Experimented

C55: United Again

C56: Rest of Eternity

C57: Subject 0325

C58: Project HUMAN

C59: Comfort in Knowledge

C60: First Day of the Future

C61: Puzzle Pieces

C62: Day and Night

C63: Daylight Robbery

C64: Journey to December

C65: Snatchers

C66: Last Calm Breaths

C67: Dark Underworld

C68: Rescue Mission

C69: A Bloody Demon

C70: Time Catches Up

C71: Blame

C72: On to the Next Crisis

C73: Last Night

C74: Goodbye

C75: Fragments

C76: Talk of Love and Peace

C77: Uncanny Valley

C78: Lover's Face

C79: Ghost of You

C80: Happy Birthday

C81: A Paradise for You and Me

C82: Breaking of a Will

C83: Life and Death

C84: Epilogue

Demo Chapters modified into oneshots:

Womanizer - confined spaces affects Vash in a strange way and he has turned on his charm to try and seduce you.

Perfect Morning - domestic fluff, intimacy, mild smuttiness, shy Vash

Festivities - delusional bliss on an unfamiliar planet with weird traditions, ice skating and sweet Vash

Burn - basically smuttiness with little actual plot

Desire - no plot, just porn. Often the quiet and shy ones surprise you...

Happy Birthday - You find yourself on a furry side quest and it turns into a very special birthday celebration that Vash puts on for you.

You can also read it on other platforms: AO3! Wattpad! Quotev!

Check out my other stuff: MASTERLIST.

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