#well to be honest this is rather tasteful as opposed to spicy so fsldkfjsd

[trigunwritings]

Might I have some NSFW headcanons for Vash?

When it comes to any form of intimacy, Vash is especially flighty—which makes it very difficult to get a proper read on his body language, even when you have been given otherwise very enthusiastic consent. This isn’t very noticeable when fully clothed, since Vash is a rather extroverted individual to begin with. But the moment that any skin is revealed (specifically his own) he clams up completely. He doesn’t reject advances after that persay, but simply freezes up like a deer in the headlights of a barreling truck.

It isn’t hard to understand why he’s like that, given the fact that he is covered in scars from head to toe—some of them are gruesome, injuries which would have killed any normal human, while others look light but are utterly numerous and leave most of his body a canvas of painful memories. Since his normal outfit covers almost all of the scars (which is probably the point) you wouldn’t even realize that he has any until you start to peel away his layers of clothing.

To put it simply, Vash is a deeply vulnerable man with a keen sense of keeping an emotional distance from others. While he is energetic and loud in most situations, it often hides the sense of loneliness and fear that lies just behind his happy-go-lucky attitude—but its impossible to wear the same mask when he’s intimate with another person. To be close, to be touched, to be seen and understood. He can’t hide his scars nor his insecurities when under the gaze of even most oblivious lover; but if someone has gotten to that point, then Vash must trust them a great deal.

In terms of intimacy itself (and assuming you’re a person who is able to get his clothes off in the first place) it’s hard to put Vash in any particular box. To call him a switch would be rather inaccurate, as it would imply that he’s confident in taking either role with a partner. Instead he simply enjoys pleasing his partner, shoving his own comfort and preferences aside in an odd sexual interpretation of his savior complex and hoping that they don’t notice or pay too much attention to him.

Vash utterly loathes having attention placed upon him, or at least in the romantic and sexual sense, as he isn’t above acting like a complete fool for even the smallest benefit of someone else. It’s the fear of being perceived, being known. There is some part of Vash that scarcely sees himself as a person given the decades upon decades of live he has spent alone; most people he gets to know either uses, betrays, or leaves him. The few that stick around are still at the mercy of No Man’s Land and the horribly short human life span it offers—so, in short, Vash has convinced himself, at least a little bit, that he doesn’t deserve the gift of a long-lasting relationship with another person. Vash the Stampede is a legend to some, a myth to others, and an individual to none.