#but also plenty of time to stress over everything 🙈

[trigunwritings]

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