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#Vash: God I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with this man
revenantghost · 1 year
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This is the funniest goddamn thing, I’ve been losing my mind about it all morning. Vash is such a disaster bi in every single version of Trigun, It brings tears to my eyes
If anyone has a translation of this interview, pls share, I would kill a man for it
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shmothman · 11 months
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in your professional opinion… is vash an ass or a tits man? 👀 i love your x reader fics!!!
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wasuugghhh thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoy them 🥰🥰 (ps, you’re my favorite reader, don’t tell the others 🤣)
Real answer: he’s a personality man.
Secondary answer: tits
Nsfw drabble below the cut. Vash x reader, 338 words. (a little less gender neutral than usual due to the use of the word tits)
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The first time Vash has the honor—the privilege—of seeing you shirtless, he’s dumbstruck. And I mean fully dumbstruck: literally staring, his train of thought having left the station, nothing left but oh god, oh god, oh god! This is the highest praise that can be bestowed upon him: the knowledge that you want him like this, that you trust him like this—and he wants to tell you this; wants to explain that he’s the luckiest man on the entire planet, but the words just won’t come out. Besides, every ounce of his blood has just rushed either to his face with a dizzying flash, or directly between his legs with a heated throb, so there’s really none left for his brain, anyway. He doesn’t even realize how absolutely shamelessly horny he looks until you inform him—with a giggle he’ll keep replaying in his memory until the day that he dies—that he’s drooling.
He’s abashed to have been so openly ogling you, but one look at your expression tells him that you don’t mind in the slightest, so a wide, goofy grin stretches across his face as he pulls you back in for another heavy kiss, open-mouthed and hungry and punctuated by all the little sighs and moans he can’t help but let out against your lips, your jaw, your neck. And with a questioning noise that you nod to, knowing that it’s his way of asking permission, Vash buries his face in your tits.
This is where he wants to spend the rest of his life, he decides. Right here, with his lips and tongue and teeth against the softness of your chest. And if you enjoy this? If you jolt when his tongue rolls warm and languid over your nipple? If you sigh his name? Vash will redouble his efforts, lavishing your tits with the full force of his adoration until you’re begging him to touch you elsewhere.
And if you think he’d act any different the second, or third, or hundredth time… you’d be sorely mistaken.
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