#Vash is the 1 best babygirl this is true

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Hi! Thanks for your quick reply and sorry again for bothering you if I did 🙈🙈

I’d like to ask for a afab!reader x vash nsfw (can be whatever format you’d prefer it to write in) where reader is very bubbly, cute and friendly in daily life, and overall personality is also kinda similar to him, but when they have sex the first time, it turns out she’s kinda more of a soft don with him. Can be Vash’s reactions to this, or just a nsfw fic, whatever you’d prefer. Thanks! ❤️ Vash is such a bbgirl that he opened a new side of me unknown to myself 🤭

A lot can be said about a person when nobody is looking at them.

In the quiet moments of solace—far from the eyes of friends and strangers alike—the mask of expectation can finally fall away. Secrets, insecurities, even fears are left bare and raw beneath the burning suns, with the hope that they too will one day be swallowed by the sands like the person within which they reside.

Everyone has a skeleton in their closet or a past they’d sooner like to forget, and Vash the Stampede—a man who one might mistake as a childish, gullible fool upon meeting him—is by far no exception. The mask he wears is as heavy as iron and nearly impossible to break.

He’d sooner be on the edge of death than to admit for even a moment that things weren’t okay, that he couldn’t uphold a promise or make things better for someone else.

He who refuses to kill, and yet is burdened by the deaths of thousands, can never truly remove the mask he wears; but there are times that you get close to seeing the true face of Vash, even if they are rare and fleeting, sometimes muddled by the taste of alcohol as it lingers on your tongue by morning.

But it is worth it. You understand what it feels like to hold up the weight of all the emotions that constantly threaten to strangle your heart, to put up a front and smile despite the stress and fear alike.

Happiness is not innate, but instead it is a struggle to keep.

And so it means all the more to see the man like this: layers of insecurity and guilt peeled away to reveal the raw emotions of a man who wants nothing more than to love and be loved in return. You kneel over him, one hand carefully pinning his wrists above his head, the other stroking a nonsensical pattern over the scarred expanse of his lower stomach.

“Please…” is all Vash can whisper. His face is rosy and his eyes shine brilliantly beneath the soft glow of the moon—made worse by the tears welling up in them as he looks at you. Not tears of pain or fear, but of want. A want for your touch, your praise, your forgiveness for the sins that you have no authority to give and yet you give it anyway.

Fingertips skim across his belly once more before finally allowing him the pleasure of your touch where he craves it the most, cock hard and aching from the moment you had pinned him down in this forgotten corner of an old inn. The roof and windows are broken, but it’s plenty good enough to shield the two of you from the hard gusts of sand-laden wind that kick up at night.

Besides, the stream of moonlight across the man’s face is beautiful enough to make it worth it. How his back arches and his hips shift, trying to hurry your languid pace.

“No,” is all you say in response, soft and sweet despite the fact that it is the third time over you’d kept Vash from reaching his climax. “Not yet. A little more for me, okay?”

Some of it is from pure selfishness. You love to see the man want you, need you, beg for you. There’s a sense of exhilaration in making him whimper and beg for release, a high no drug can mimic. Love? Lust? Perhaps both, maybe neither. Maybe everything all at once.

But there is also an aspect of compassion in the act, since you know Vash finds some genuine emotional catharsis in being, if only for a moment, completely beneath the will of another person. He doesn’t have to be anything in these moments of intimacy with you; he is not Vash the Stampede, not the Humanoid Typhoon, not anything at all—

Just a man, raw and vulnerable, who cries so softly for your touch.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash x reader #spicy #writing #spicy writing #Drabble #spicy Drabble #Vash is the 1 best babygirl this is true #he’s very bullyable #and by bullyable I mean that sexually I would dom him any day of the week

[pancake-breakfast]

Time to knock out a few more chapters for @trigunbookclub.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 5-6 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)

Chapter 5: Assault

Man, I wanna get that much food for $12. Or even for $$12.

Milly is smarter than anyone (including her) thinks she is.

Vash is MORE than capable of reading people. He has TONS of experience at it. I love the little nod to this in Stampede where he comments on being able to read Wolfwood's true nature in his eyes.

Why is Vash asking such a poignant question about existence to this kid? Oh, I bet he's trying to suss out whatever cynical seeds inspired the kid to lie to him in the first place.

The kid's got something of Vash figured out, too.

I will never get over this guy's shoulder pads. They will haunt me to my grave.

I do kinda miss the Bad Lads in Stampede. I get why they might do it, though. Legato and Livio should end up being MUCH more important characters, and the orphanage is a MUCH more important setting, so it tightens things up a bit. But the Bad Lad Gang is so over the top. They were fun.

Gods, speaking of over the top, Trigun excels at crazy names.

Wait, how did Vash get on the bed? He passed out on the floor.

I love literally everything about these two pages. They're beautiful. I love the poetry of everything being so dry, including people's hearts. I love the contrast between Rem's pose and Vash's pose. And I love her calling him "so serious" when he's spent all this time in the story trying to portray the exact opposite image to those around him. She gets him.

Ah, well, so much for the dream being pleasant.

Aaaand he fell off the bed.

Oh, no. Babygirl is crying over his dream....

No time for crying. Bad Lads abound!

Dude. Don't go stabbing your maps. That just puts holes in them and makes them less functional in the future.

"And if it ain't flashy, what's the point?!" This guy should meet Tengen Uzui from Demon Slayer.

Chapter 6: Die Hards

Oh, no. They've activated Vash's Serious Face(TM).

I like that we're getting some information on plants. I also like that, at this point in the manga, they literally just sound like industrial manufacturing plants. We have yet to see one up close.

Yeah... it's generally best NOT to shoot the experts you need to do a Thing.

Nightow really likes his pointy teeth, doesn't he?

Heh. Trying to compensate for the Japanese word for "wait" being two syllables instead of one. Translation is hard.

Yeah, kid, I don't think Shinypants McGee here cares too much what you might think you're getting out of this deal.

Hahahahaha, the way Vash enters the scene is beautiful. No one suspects someone to come UPSIDE DOWN THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD.

I'm gonna be honest; I'm pretty sure the only reason I can follow the action in these panels is because I've seen the '98 anime.

Wait, did he just yeet himself and the kid out the hole in the windshield?! Hmm, that sounds familiar, actually.

Yep, there they are. The kid is appropriately terrified.

Now Vash is also freaking out. Always a good sign.

"The scent of a woman." Dude, you're wearing some sort of crazy gas mask. What kind of freak of nature are you??

Current favorite Meryl/Milly Gremlin Pose:

If you need an effective hostage, always choose a pretty young girl.

Vash has a right to be frustrated. He literally had NOTHING to do with this.

I have thoughts on the Soupy Brain panel.

There's something about Vash's expression and pose here that I really like. I want to pet his hair.

Ah, yes. I thought I remembered something about this kid being a girl. I love how she's just... draped over her dad with all the casual comfortableness of a kid with their favorite parent.

Don't say "never," kid. It's not too late, and it's hard to judge exactly what a parent wants of their child. Even if you don't meet expectations, if your parent cast you aside for that, then that's on them, not you.

Vash, coming in from Stage Left, with a head-butt, making sure the soup brains don't get too distracted.

I want to read another chapter, but that is not going to result in me going to bed before sunrise, so I guess I'll call it there.

#and they said i'd grow out of staying up all night when i became an “adult” with “responsibilities” #i call bullshit #trigunbookclub #trigun manga #pancake thoughts