How about Vash who is jerking off to the thought of reader every night and not be able to look her in the eye the next day? he is always feeling so guilty about it and is struggling to talk to reader without remembering the filthy scenarios they thought up the last night.
I'm gonna love embarrassing Vash, I love for his suffering (jkjk)
TW: masturbation (Vash), sexual fantasies,
Guilt ate at Vash's conscious, reprimanding him for what he was doing. Yet despite the voice in his head telling him to stop, Vash couldn't.
Whimpering moans filled his silent room, his flesh hand jerking his hardened cock in quick movements. Mouth hung open, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he pictured your beautiful face, hips bucking upwards.
Vash felt disgusted with himself, he felt perverted and shameful at the cum dribbling down his shaft, hand coated in his seed at having only thought of you. Dragging his prosthetic hand over his face, wiping the sweat away as he slumped back, groaning.
How could he ever face you, look you in the eye after performing such a self-indulgent, perverted act. It was already bad enough having to travel in that claustrophobic car, seeing you squished between himself and Wolfwood, those soft hands cushioning every bump against his prosthetic. Those same hands against his chest, that beautiful chest of your own pressed into him when Wolfwood crushed you in favour to argue about Meryl's driving.
Vash moaned, low and guttural at his new erection, whimpering as his fingers trailed against it. What he would give to have your hands caress it instead of his scarred palms, feeling those soft, moisturised hands stroke his cock until he was begging for more.
Pulling up his shirt to shove in mouth, muffling his whimpers, Vash shamefully indulged himself once again. The image of your innocent smile driving him forward.
"Morning Vash! Did you sleep well?" The Humanoid Typhoon startled, eyes wide as you apologised for scaring him.
The moment your eyes opened, those beautiful irises shining innocently at him, yet all Vash could do was think of you bent over moaning his name. He instantly looked away, neck burning as he blushed furiously at such sinful thoughts, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
"Ye-yeah guess I slept alright..." The blonde swallowed thickly, brought back to how he moaned out your name, fist squeezing his cock until he came from a mere thought of you.
"I'm glad! Though even if you didn't you always find a way to sleep in the car." Curse that sweet head tilt, the way you just looked at him had Vash shudder at reserved anticipation.
All Vash could muster was a silent nod with a shaky double thumbs up, a crooked smile on his face. You were clearly unsure what was wrong with him, awkwardly patting him on the shoulder before walking off to help Meryl pack.
That touch, that simple touch had Vash tense, a sickly sweet scent rising from his crotch. Vash groaned at the pheromones arising, looking around in hopes no one noticed his predicament.
The worst part was now he had to travel for hours with you right besides him, feeling your body pressed against his. It would drive Vash absolutely crazy.
GRABS AND SHAKES YOU I started watching ‘98 Trigun recently could you pretty please do ‘98 Vash graphics, preferably red graphics, because i already love the silly *bats eyelashes*
This isn’t a request it’s a demand (/silly /nf) thank youu -@seraphmaws
"You had me kinda worried. I noticed that you always smiled and seem really friendly, but the way you smiled it seemed so empty it hurt to watch you. You're hurting like crazy on the inside yet you grin and bear it."
