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atsuwumus · 17 days

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Hello! can i request scar from wuthering waves with sweet?

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 : hi my lovely nonnie baby!! I hope you enjoy this hehe ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა first time writing for scar, I hope I did him justice!! thank you so much for requesting <3

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"𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 and you might just turn me into a pile of bones."

There's mirth behind his voice, amusement swirled around every letter as his lashes flutter and eyes open to fix you with a curious stare. The two of you are settled across each other, bathing in the sweet silence and stolen peace, soaking up the seconds you got to spend together. It's not always like this — quiet.

Your hand slows where it had been gently tracing the curves of his face and you swore you felt his brows furrow for a moment when your fingertips brush away strands of pesky hair threatening to fall over those eyes you've loved so much. He's reading you again, stripping your spine bare and pulling away the threads that bound you together, tearing you open like his favorite book.

"What are you thinking about?" Gone is the playfulness, replaced with curiosity. You wouldn't call his tone worried, Scar never worried. Not about himself or others, but when it came to you... That was a different story in itself, a chapter yet to be written, one he'd hold off until the world was burning. He never wanted you to worry about anything.

He urges, "Hm?"

A soft sigh tumbles from your lips and you're about to draw your hand back to your chest when he grabs it — tenderly, soft, calculated and slow to never hurt or scare. He draws it back to his face, rests your palm against the curve of his jaw. You feel his breath spill across your skin.

"I'm just thinking..." you murmur, pausing to try and gather the scattered pieces of your thoughts. You hate how these thoughts rattle in your chest, how you exhale an unsteady breath. "I'm getting old. And I don't know a lot about you still."

Words have never been your forte, maybe his but never yours. Expression was a difficult thing, a craft you've yet to master, but he understood. He knew. He read and absorbed your being like no one else could come close to.

He huffs out a breath, a ghost of a chuckle, before pressing the warm of your hand against his cheek. His own hand cups yours moments later, keep the contact firm and unwavering as he says, "Silly girl. There will be plenty of time for us to grow old together. I promise." The barest of smiles tugs at his lips when he meets your gaze. "You get to hold me accountable. That sound like a deal to you, sweetheart?"

#wuthering waves x reader #wuthering waves x you #wuthering waves fluff #wuthering waves drabbles #wuthering waves fic #scar x reader #scar x you #scar fluff #scar drabbles #scar fic #scar imagines #wuthering waves scar #scar scenarios #wuthering waves scenarios #ww x reader #ww fluff #ww drabbles

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ruporas · 11 months

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i killed. i murdered. i'm nothing like these sleepy people here… nevertheless, you can actually be grateful? bastard… i’m saying… thank you. because you spilled blood, you saved all of these people’s lives. i couldn’t have done it without you. (ID in alt)

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #participated in altades' dance collab :3 very grateful for the opportunity and many thanks to them for organizing this!#there was a lot of vw arc choices... but i went for the leonof arc bc it's a dear vw moment to me #i think a lot of the leonof arc further breaks down vash's ideology and for the readers - together with ww- to learn that his ideals aren't #pure naivety and that vash knows he's at an odd standpoint with himself. he's criticized ww for shooting rai-dei just prior when ww had don #so on the behalf of vash but here he thanks him for killing on behalf of his home and its genuine. bc vash's presence - although it's not #his fault - he was the reason leonof and gray had gotten to the ship and killed people there. that's the guilt he has to live with and #despite his anger he'd still resolute not to kill. meanwhile ww just did what he had to - beating down on a seemingly immortal monster but #at the core made up of many lives he had to take and i feel as the fight dragged on - his own mentality waned. committing active carnage #while remembering the orphanage... and bearing that guilt alongside the words vash left with him during rai-dei's death #only for vash to thank him afterwards what he's done and for apologizing for pushing his beliefs on ww when he had no solutions of his own #anyway. i just have so an immense love for this arc bc they just got around to appreciating each other in weird ways. though ofc its still #weird and confusing for ww bc every new info on vash it'll just be strange to him as someone who's human #ruporas art

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ladydiaries · 2 months

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can i request valentino x bimbo reader🤭🤭 do whatever you want with that thank you

Bimbo! Doll .ᐟ—જ⁀➴ ˚ ༘

CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, sub reader, pet play, gun play, oral fixation, overstimulation, choking, size difference, Valentino is his own warning. NSFW under the cut!

SUMMARY; Valentino spoiling and reprimanding his sweet bimbo reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; congrats on being my first request ily anon *🫶 no specified gender was made so I will make this as GN! as possible.

Valentino is far from a soft lover, he's nasty and mean but he cannot help but spoil his favourite star, you. Such a good starlet for him, taking men and women like it's nothing. He prizes you for your naivety, innocence. Which is a gem in a disgusting place such as hell. Wishing nothing but to corrupt your brain and every orifice on your plush body.

Valentino who gives you, and only you, water and snacks after sets. Valentino who buys you every little gem and pricey shelf you desire. Valentino who argues with employees when a store claims they don't have something in your “size”.

And the best part is that you're too dumb to know that it's all part of a bigger puzzle. Spoiling you rotten to encourage your obedience, codependency. You don't even realise he's the one feeding you, brushing your teeth in the mornings and detangling your hair for his and only his benefit. Perhaps ignorance is bliss.

Blissful as he drags you by your love handles down onto his cock. Putting his cigarette out on your lower back, set of arms keeping your hips where he wants them. Listening to the sweet sound of initial yelp and your pained whimpers before hunching over you. Sharp teeth against your earlobe as he whispers nasty things, accent running thick with desire. Running his mouth with all sorts of sweet pet names.

“Fuck yourself back onto me, Conejito. Let me feel your passion, how much do you want me? Show me."

His tip dragging against your walls with sweet vigour. Breath shaky, antennae twitching, and wings, wings unfurling. Velvety wings. Focused on ruining you until you can't breathe, until you fail to make coherent sentences. The familiar red smoke lingering heavy in the air, making you dizzy.

Imagine sitting at his feet like a good mutt. You look so pretty under him, so small. Pink blinged collar (he decorated it himself) snugly around your neck. His long fingers pressed against the trigger of his signature gun, his most gorgeous gun, for you of course. Working the thick barrel into your leaking mouth. Choking and sputtering. Drooling like an animal, almost as wet as your cunt. He tsks "Making a mess all over my carpet, puta de mierda, you're better then this." he purrs. Tip of his heeled shoes nestling in between your thighs. (he will make you clean it up later)

Cannot end this without thinking of his pretty wings. I believe you'd be one of few people he would let into the embrace of them. Possessive. Letting you sit pretty on his lap once you're done working, wings embracing you as his chin sits neatly against your shoulder. Gaze stuck onto the other actors as he still had a long night ahead of him. Nothing serious as long as he had his angel by his side.

#thanks 4 this ww #ladysheadcanons #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x you #valentino smut #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #valentino #hazbin smut #smut:❗️

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jiyansthesis · 8 days

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TRUST ME GIRL, TAKE ALL YOUR SINS!!

this is super short, quick, and self indulgent (i will forever headcannon scar as a thigh lover), coming out w/ a full length scar fic later but i needed to practice how to even write him... fem-bodied reader || i like thinking of scar as mean n loud in the bed yepyepyep

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION || NOT PROOFREAD

scar pawed at your thighs, sharp nails catching in the thin fabric of your pure white thigh highs. his hair tickled your stomach as he shuffled in your lap, mismatched eyes gleaming up at you.

"y'know how much i love these on you, right sweetheart?" his fingers ghosted the sides of your legs, eliciting a shiver out of you.

you nodded, trying your best to stay focused on the movie in front of you to not miss any scenesー but it was hard to when his fingers strayed to the apex of your thighs and stayed there. you glared down at him, only to be met with a cheeky grin and a seemingly innocent pout.

"don't distract me," you chided him, placing your attention back on the screen.

scar pouted, opting to instead play with his favorite clothing item on you, snapping the top band of the lacey cloth multiple times, the sound echoing with the background chatter of the movie. he became bored after a few minutes, one of his hands finding its way under your shirt. his cold gloved hands were not the only reason why you jolted, but how his head quickly left your lap and his unoccupied hand spread your legs apart.

"what are you doing?" you quipped, averting your attention back on the white-haired man.

"you're just so fucking hot in these," he nearly growled out as his hand under your shirt went upward to tug at your bra.

you flushed, realizing as you looked down that his pants looked unusually tight on him.

"are you seriously turned on byー my thighs?" you were incredulous, not understanding the sexual appeal of them to him. he didn't bother answering your question, too absorbed on his mission. he unclasped your bra, a finger flicking one of your nipples to earn a surprised yelp.

"gonna let me fuck your thighs, baby?" the end of his question nearly ended in a whine. "i've been wanting to ever since i saw you in these."

you whimpered at the lewdness of the statement, legs closing as a means to tame the growing heat in your tummy, but scar took a hold of your knees, his sheer strength preventing you from even moving your legs an inch.

"pleaseee," he gazed at you with puppy-like eyes, desperate. the sight alone had your pussy throbbing.

you slid your panties down as far as you could, to where his grip stayed on your knees. "as long as you fuck me right after."

as soon as you gave him consent, it was like you'd released a starving man. he effortlessly flipped you over so that'd he'd have a clear view of you back as you gripped the armrests of the couch. all you could hear was the shuffling of his clothes, jolting when you felt his fat cock rub against your drooling cunt.

"you don't know much i dreamed about this," he slowly rubbed his dick against your pussy, reveling in the little noises that escaped your mouth and the way you'd slightly hump against him. the fat of your inner thighs kept sucking him in with every thrust, which were becoming harsher with every moment.

he shamelessly moaned in your ear, clearly knowing what he was doing to you as he'd occasionally slip the head of his cock in your cunt and then take it out. the teasing led to tears pricking your eyes as you pleaded with him to finish inside you. slick dripped down your trembling thighs, a mix of his and your arousal.

"puh-pleasee," you moaned out as you clawed at the couch. "wan' you inside so bad."

his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back, causing you to cry out.

"y-you really want me to fuck this pussy? ya' sure?" he ferally growled into your ear.

"yes, yes, i need you," you babbled. he studied your tear streaked and hot face, deciding to flip you over and effectively fold you in halfー knees up to your chest as he locked you in with the weight of his body.

"always so greedy," he enunciated the last word with a unannounced thrust into your puffy pussy, earning himself a surprised moan.

"haah- w-wait!" you reached out, your hands grasping onto air as he immediately began brushing against your cervix.

"taking me so damn well," he whined in appreciation as your spongey walls tightened around him. "love you and this pussy."

"all yours!" you mindlessly chanted, closing your eyes in embarrassment. he didn't like that, deciding to search for that spot in you that'd have you choking out moans against your will and your back arching.

he knew exactly when he found it, your mouth widening into an 'o' shape as you then quickly flung your arm over it to muffle your sounds.

"awwh, you're not gonna let me hear those cute little sounds of yours?" he frowned, hand splaying against the bottom of your stomach to feel his dick pressing up against it with every ram.

his own noises were almost pornographic, reverberating around the room and causing your cunt to clench on himー to his amusement. he pried your arm away from your face, holding it above your head as his hips slammed against your clit.

you kept twitching as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your whines increasing in pitch and intensity.

"scar, m' gonna, m'gonnaー " you squeal out, pushing your head back into the sofa as your eyes nearly roll back, little droplets of drool trailing out your mouth. scar buried his head in your neck, biting down harshly as his hips stuttered.

"gonna let me cum inside, yeah?" he murmured against your neck, licking the little bruise his teeth caused.

you nodded fervently; your mouth unable to make any coherent sentences. chasing his own high with the newfound goal of breeding you, the way he cried out your name like an incantation.

with one last rough thrust, you felt him fill you up to the brim, creamy rings pooling around the base of his cock as his pace slowed to a stop. his shivers were almost incomprehensible, the only way you noticed them were because of his arms rapping around you and his chest pressed against yours.

with an exception for heavy breaths from both of you and the now uninteresting movie, the two of you laid in complete silenceー until scar's hands found their way back to your quivering and wet thighs.

"did i ever tell ya' how much i loved these?"

PLEASE THIS IS SO BAD THIS IS JUST PRACTICE GUYS || reblogs appreciated!

#header art by k9mi__ on twt #scar x reader #scar x reader smut #wuthering waves #scar smut #wuthering waves scar #wuwa #ww #wuwa x reader #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa scar

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idyllcy · 9 months

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Hey there how about a Damian Wayne x reader fic!!

Mind going through a rabbit hole and kinda wanna have a moment of Damian having girlfriend who can jump through multiverse, maybe she met him accidentally while visiting and bam both fell in love and we see reader staying and only leaving for certain missions

Orrrr…

Damian meeting Wonder Woman Child and then catching feelings! Whole cliche ‘I hate you but secretly I love you’ depends on you!!

freefall - damian wayne x reader

"Oh, fUCK." You slam into the ground underneath you as you step out the portal, frowning when you realize you didn't fall on the cement. Something broke your fall.

"Robin!" Nightwing swings down as you jump off the person who broke your fall.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"Ohhhh... fuck." You purse your lips. "Is this earth?"

"One of them."

"Mm." You grimace. "Sorry for slamming onto you. I'm, uh, a dimension traveller."

Damian gets a good look at your face, brows pulling into a frown as his cheeks grow dark. You look good. You look too good. One would say...

"Wow..." You catch yourself in the glass of the building. "I look out of this world."

Dick laughs at your joke as you give him a grin.

"You know if I can stay anywhere for the time being? 'kay, even if you don't offer me a place to stay, I'm still going to break into your place since..."

"Do we exist in your universe too?"

You blink slowly at Robin. "Yeah."

"Come on." Nightwing offers a hand to you. "Oracle, we're bringing in a stray from an alternate dimension home."

"I'll let B know."

"You guys are surprisingly calm about this." You blink.

"B's got a thing for picking up strays."

"Fair enough." You smile. "So... Robin?"

"Mm?" He raises a brow at you.

"You single?"

#damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian al ghul imagine #robin x reader #this is like crack laced sorry anon #the other req with ww's child was selected by the wheel so that'll take longer <3

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robilover · 4 days

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Dating Female Rover headcannons? 🥺👉👈

Female Rover Dating Headcanons !

pairing(s): female rover x fem!reader

cw: purely SFW, men and homophobes dni.

a/n: first hc request! so sorry if this took a while to make </3

dating female rover is very interesting. most of the time, she can be quite nonchalant, but she brings out some jokes here and there!

it’s either you laugh at her jokes or cringe— it doesn’t really matter to her. she loves your every reaction to her jokes.

she can be protective but she knows her limit since you’re also a person who has her own life.

a bit of a flirt. if you do return the flirtation, she would sometimes be caught off guard. she immediately recovers though, and returns it again to see your face flush because of her. she would smile proudly right after.

female rover is a green flag. that’s it.

...but she does like to tease you every now and then, just to see you blush and stutter around her. she knows when to stop though.

she always tells you where she’s heading; whether it may be going out with yangyang and chixia, fight tacet discords, or even help people in jinzhou. however, if you wanted to go with her, she wouldn’t mind since she loves your company. just, keep a safe distance when she fights the tacet discords. she wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.

when she is in the middle of a fight against tacet discords, she always asks either yangyang or chixia, or anyone who tags along, to watch over you to keep you safe.

in the corner of her eye, during fights, she would notice you getting all blushy and wide-eyed. it’s like a booster for her, as she feels determined to finish them off since she knows that her beloved girlfriend is watching her fight. she knows that you admire her a lot.

female rover isn’t so much of a woman who is into physical touch, but she doesn’t mind holding your hand in public or hugging you in public. you just have to ask!

she would sometimes get embarrassed if chixia points out how lovey-dovey you both are. you could already see the faint blush on her cheeks as she jokingly tells chixia to mind her own business.

however, if you are someone who is not fond of showing affection in public, she respects your boundaries. after all, she doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

in private, she loves to cuddle you. she doesn’t really notice that she’s already giving you her puppy eyes when she asks for cuddles.

she’s always the big spoon, but she doesn’t really mind being the small spoon! whatever cuddling position you want, even if you’re taller or shorter, she doesn’t care as long as you’re in her arms. <3

she loves to kiss you on your forehead. to her, it’s like a promise that she’ll always be there for you and that she will never leave you.

when hugging or cuddling, she would be quite confused when you bury your face into her chest. however, she finds it endearing.

she likes to pull you on her lap just so she could take in your scent. her arms tightly wrapped around your waist as she occasionally presses fleeting kisses on your nape or even your shoulders. also on your cheek because she loves to hear you giggle.

all in all, female rover always ensures your safety, makes sure that you’re loved and cared for, also protected since she’s a strong woman! very strong woman <33

another a/n: you can tell how much I love female rover🔥🔥

#wuthering waves #wuwa #ww #wuthering waves female rover #wuwa female rover #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa x reader #wuthering waves x female reader #wuthering waves x you #wuwa x female reader #wuwa x you #female rover x female reader #female rover x reader #female rover x you #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #female rover #female rover headcanons

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rubyreduji · 2 years

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[minors dni]

greasy gamer pervert wonwoo who you're forced to live with because he's friends with your brother and now you guys share an apartment and he's the worst roommate ever because all he does is tease you and play video games

and he's such a fucking loser like barely wears pants and rarely does chores so you're left doing all of the cooking and cleaning. the only place you don't clean is wonwoo's room because you're too scared to go in there but every once in a while wonwoo comes out with a stack of dishes for you to do and you want to strangle him even more than normal

the most infuriating thing about living with wonwoo though is the fact that he's so effortlessly handsome and charming even when he's being the most rancid human being you've ever met. you'll be seconds away from yelling at him but then he shoots you a sly smile and suddenly you're doing his laundry for him

the factor of living with wonwoo that you weren't expecting at all is the way he's a total fucking pervert. you can hear his hentai porn videos blasting out of his speakers at 2am in the morning and you know it's on purpose because when he's gaming he always wears those digusting headphones that make his hair even greasier than it already is

then there was that time when you came home from a long day at work and wonwoo was in only his boxers on the couch, his dick pulled out from the leg, jerking himself hard, his other hand cupped around his balls. his whimpering was pathetic as he tried to get off. when you walked in you stopped right in the entrance, staring at him. neither of you said a word or made a move to leave either so wonwoo continued to buck up into his fist. he stared at you the whole time and you didn't take your eyes off of him either until he gasped and spurted semen all over his hand. after he finished you just scoffed and headed to your room and tried to banish all thoughts of just how long wonwoo was

after that day wonwoo got more bold with you. made sleazy comments to you and found any reason to put his hands on you and even started to coo about how you made such a good little house wife for him. you always brushed him off, calling him disgusting, but you could feel your resolve breaking everytime he'd brush up against you on his way to the bathroom or casually grope at your breasts while you were making dinner

everything comes to a head when you go to make a bowl of rice and realize that there are no bowls left in your cupboard which means they're all hiding in wonwoo's nasty gamer cave he calls a bedroom. you sigh as you make your way to his room. you knock but there's no response. ugh he probably has his headphones on

"wonwoo-" you open the door to chew him out but stop when you see the sight in front of you. first off wonwoo's room is not as dirty as you expected, but there is a pile of bowls sitting next to his PC. that's not what has you stopped though

laying on his bed is wonwoo, jerking off again, but this time he has a pair of pink cotton panties held up to his nose as he takes deep breaths, hand rapidly pumping at his length. the panties in his hand are the same panties you just put in your hamper before you took a shower

"f-fuck y/n," wonwoo gasps, glancing to where you're standing. "smells so fucking good. want the real thing in my face too. think about you every night doing this."

his eyes are drooped and hazed with lust and his too long hair is pulled back into a ponytail that makes him look way too sexy for your own good

he brings the cloth down from his nose and wraps his around his hard cock. "i-if you're gonna just s-stand there, least you can do is h-help out."

that's when everything breaks and you're on his bed, hand wrapping around his own as you press your lips up against his. he tastes like stale energy drinks and its gross but also so intoxicating

"want your pussy," wonwoo growls against your mouth. his long, bony fingers plunge into your shorts and panties and touch your dripping slit. he smirks at you before inserting two fingers in right away and you gasp. "so fucking good. so wet and warm."

he only fingers you for a few moments before he's tearing off your clothes and pulling on to his lap

"be lucky i'm not forcing my dick down your throat," wonwoo says as he lines his dick up to your pussy

he sheathes himself up into you and you whine and clamp down on him as wonwoo groans

"shit y/n. always knew your cunt would be perfect. now take it like a good girl."

wonwoo fucks you hard and fast and there are tears spilling out of your eyes by the time he's cumming inside of you, filling you up with his sticky white semen. he doesnt stop there though and flips your bodies over and starts to rut into you again. not that you're complaining at all. his dick hits in you do deep and you ashamedly loved the way he stares at you like you're nothing but an object to use

wonwoo cums in you again, his hand around your throat, his mouth on your tits. you hate how much you love it. wonwoo is panting into the valley of our breasts as he pulls out of you

"always knew you were a dirty girl who wanted me," he purrs. "don't deny it doll. you didn't stop me this time and you aren't going to stop me next time."

and you know he's right, already desiring to do it again

wonwoo is still the worst roommate ever but at least now he can make up for it with his dick

[part 2]

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starless-nightz · 21 days

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Hey! Could I possibly request comforting Lingyang after he was injured? You can totes ignore if you want, no pressure :)

Comforting Lingyang after he gets injured

note -> MY SON RAHHHH!!! Based on the beta!

warnings -> blood, injury.

content includes -> fluff, silly Lingyang, platonic relationship.

Lingyang accidently got hurt while preforming, he tried to act like he was okay but the blood on his knee said otherwise

He tried to act like he wasnt hurt, he was a lion after all, he wouldnt let go of his pride, but you knew better, the moment you put alcohol on the wound he started whining

Lingyang huffed as you teased him for acting tough, he could feel himself blushing cause lf the embarrassment

"I'm fine! Its just a little bit of blood- AGH" he yelled as you rubbed alcohol over the wound, making him whince in pain, his ears pressing against his head.

"Of course, and i'm a three-headed snake." you teased as you took care of his wound before bandaging it.

Lingyang huffed before looking away, "Thank you..." he whispered, making you smile and chuckle.

#lingyang #lingyang x reader #wuthering waves lingyang #wuthering waves #wuwa #ww #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa x reader #ww x reader

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bendycxmet · 9 days

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content: 825 words. fluff, lil suggestive (mostly in another language), spanish speaking wolfwood, cowboy/vaquero wolfwood

Cowboy!Wolfwood who needs a farmhand for his ranch. He sees the desperation in your eyes as you peruse the shops in town, and offers you the position.

Cowboy!Wolfwood who is smooth in every way possible, all lingering gazes, hot, fleeting touches as he instructs and shows you how to fix the gate fencing in his cattle. The first time he brought you to his ranch miles away from town, he hopped off his horse and immediately helped you down as well, but instead of letting go of your hands, he gripped them tighter, turning them over this way and that, inspecting something you perhaps hadn’t seen. Your heart rate increases, a blush spreading along your body as he rubs his callused hands and fingers against the soft flesh of your own. “Que delicadas…” he muses, and drops your hands, sadly, the warmth of him whisked away with the biting wind.

Cowboy!Wolfwood dresses always in his signature suede sombrero, with a black and silver embroidered poncho constantly hiding the matching black underneath, the only difference being the brown leather chaps just running short from the bottom of his dirtied and muddy boots that stomp down the hallway early in the morning, rousing you from your sleep in your assigned bedroom. It’s an outfit that wouldn’t be flattering if it were on anyone else but Wolfwood.

Cowboy!Wolfwood and you slowly become used to each other’s company, working in fluidity to keep the ranch running like a well-oiled machine. You discover he has a joking side to him once the ice thaws between the two of you, cracking constant jokes at you with a toothpick lodged between his teeth–a habit he now has as he attempts to kick cigarettes since you mentioned you hate the smell.

As easygoing as he is, he takes his ranch responsibilities seriously. You watch as he rides his stallion, hands off from the reins as he twirls and lassos a stray calf, muscled thighs hugging his steed, hips following the rhythm of her trotting. Your eyes never leave his form, your body hot from watching his. A loud whistle cuts through your ogling.

“Mind opening the gate?” he shouts, chuckling at your stuttering. You quickly open it for him, watching as he guides the calf inside to join her herd. He stops in front of you, poking fun at your flustered state.

“I just think you ride Angelina so gracefully! I wish I could ride a horse as good as you.”

He laughs lowly and moves to leave through the gates, but not before you hear him mumble “tengo algo más que puedes montar…”

Cowboy!Wolfwood isn’t just a cowboy living on the outskirts of a town that welcomes him, but he also holds the duty of a priest, going into town for Sunday morning mass, shaking hands with everyone, exchanging easygoing smiles and inquiries into each and every person’s daily life. From your spot across the street, you would think he was a different man from the one who curses when he gets a splinter, but a glance down erases all doubt as you see the same dirty boots that traverse the ranch home’s hallways peeking out from his priestly garments.

“Not very Catholic of you to wear your boots with those robes you know. Why not wear the dress shoes you have shoved in the back of the hallway closet?”

He leans down from behind to whisper in your ear, rosary gracing your shoulder.

“It’s simply not how I work, mi cielo,” his answer comes quickly, quick enough that he’s conversing with a blonde churchgoer by the time you whip your head around.

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s lingering gazes no longer linger, the grazing touches turning into caresses even in the midst of your duties. Your bantering and joking only intensify as does your chemistry, but Wolfwood begins to throw in more flattering remarks about your work, and you. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro. His nicknames for you begin to flow and ebb seamlessly into your conversations, so smoothly said that you nearly miss them each time. But he never turns his loving words into actions. You begin to get impatient.

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s eyes widen, his toothpick falling from his lips.

“Come again?” he asks you.

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí. Wolfwood, please.”

He crosses the distance between you in half the time it would usually take him.

“How long have you known what I have been saying?” he begs you, the embarrassment evident on his tanned cheeks, the callused hands you have been dreaming of holding you like that first day coming up to caress your jaw.

“Desde el día que te conocí,” you say. Since I met you… I have loved you since the day I met you.

He brings his face down to you, soft and sun-chapped lips meeting yours, his sombrero tipping to fall to the dirt behind him.

a/n: pspsps @ayyydra and @aboveweirdest for all our screaming about cowboy wolfwood, i deliver some HCs xoxo

i tried to keep it gender neutral as possible but damn spanish is a very gender heavy language (that being said, there is many nicknames i wanted wolfwood to call you e.g. precioso/a (precious), hermoso/a (beautiful), querido/a (beloved) but the ones i wrote out are for everyone.

some translations:

“Que delicadas…” = "How delicate..."

"Tengo algo más que puedes montar…"= "I have something else you can ride..."

"Mi cielo. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro." = My heaven/sky/darling (idk it can mean many things). My soul. My heart. My treasure.

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí." = "If you don't kiss me in the next moment, I'm leaving this place."

"Desde el día que te conocí." = "Since the day I met you."

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novasintheroom · 7 months

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Hello! Could you write about Vash and Wolfwood reacting to a shy/timid reader?

Thank you for this ask! I hope I did justice to what you had in mind! <3

I think Vash would see it as a sort of novelty to come across you – quiet and timid, shy to a painful degree. Most people he meets are brazen; gruff. To come across someone so…soft, is a treat in his long life.

He may not realize how loud he is at first. And even if he isn’t loud, he certainly catches quite a bit of attention. He’ll realize quickly, though, that this sort of attention is not something you enjoy. So he’ll do his best to quiet down and stave off any unwanted attention. He wants to talk with you, to see how someone remains so soft and shy in such a harsh world and survives.

If it has something to do with your living situation, you bet Vash will do his best to right it in some way. Maybe he’ll even offer for you to join him to the next town – see if you can start a new life there! If it’s just your personality though, Vash will see a strength in you that others often look over. It takes a lot of guts to remain soft and not crowd the world with your noise. He’ll have a great respect for you by the time you two part ways.

If you two decide to stick together, however, Vash may try to take over talking for you at first. He just doesn’t want anyone to walk all over you! You’ll have to grow into something a little more sturdy to adventure with Vash, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be quiet and strong at the same time. Quite the contrary. Vash often seeks you out for advice, as you often notice things others don’t. He will appreciate any look into your inner worlds, as they are vast and deep if he just has the patience to be let in.

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Wolfwood would be a little jerk about it at first. He’d probably call you something like “Squeaky” for how timid your voice comes out or how you squeak anytime he looks at you. You remind him of some of the younger kids he was with in the orphanage – the ones who look lost and alone no matter how many kids are around. When he makes that connection, he turns into Big Brother™ and takes you under his wing.

Wolfwood would still tease you a bit, but it’s out of love and concern. If he keeps teasing you, you might actually grow some teeth and bite back one of these times. That would be a relief in his eyes, because he hates the thought of someone bigger than you coming along to rough you up. If you’re sticking with him and the gang, you’ll need to grow a backbone. Don’t worry, he knows it takes time. It’s a hard shell to crack! But with his help and jokes, you’ll be toe-to-toe with the best of them.

The longer you stick together, the more he seeks you out for company. Wolfwood may be able to keep up with Vash’s rowdiness and Meryl and Millie’s antics, but at the end of the day, he just wants to relax and have a smoke. You provide a warmth like that of dying embers on a perfect night. Your quietness turns more comfortable than awkward, as you settle into the routine of finding a secluded place to just sit and watch the sunset together. It can’t last forever – there are people to save and a Stampede to follow, after all – but it’s tradition. It’s sacred. It’s only between you two. He’ll protect you ‘til you’re ready to fight for yourself.

Even then, he’ll still call you ‘Squeaky.’

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #self insert #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #reader insert #nova writes #wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #anonymous #nova answers #anonymous ask

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shmothman · 10 months

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Confessional

Pairing: Wolfwood & Reader, Vash/Reader Rating: Explicit (for language and discussion of explicit topics) Words: 773 Tags: gender neutral reader, Wolfwood's stupid portable confessional, trigun 98, reader has a crush on Vash and thinks it's unrequited, Wolfwood is my best friend who makes me want to punch him in the face A/N: this isn't really crack but it sure is stupid!

“You’re brooding,” Wolfwood says, coming to lean against the siding of the building next to you.

You shoot him an annoyed glance. “I'm not brooding.”

He plows forward like he didn’t hear you. “It’s about needle-noggin, ain’t it?”

“No,” you lie, “it’s not.” It’s not about him, or the way you wish he felt even an ounce of what you feel for him, or the way he was so close to you last night while he was drunk and now is keeping a careful distance. It’s not about any of that. Of course it’s not.

“It’d probably help if you confessed your sins,” he says, pulling out that damn ‘portable confessional’ with a shit-eating grin that makes you roll your eyes at the best of times—and now just makes you scoff.

“Yeah,” you reply with biting sarcasm, “I’m sure it would.”

“Come on,” he says, grinning wider. “You know you want to.”

“Not a single part of me wants that, Nic. I don’t even know the however-many-sins-there-are.”

“Seven,” he supplies helpfully, ticking them off on his fingers: “pride, sloth, greed, gluttony, wrath, envy, and—“ he winks at you— “lust.”

You laugh, incredulous. “Right. Okay. You know what? Fuck it.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you snatch the confessional from his hands, putting it over your head and crossing your arms over your chest. If he’s gonna be an ass, you’re gonna make him regret it.

“You wanna hear me confess my fuckin’ sins, Nicholas? Here: hey, father, I’ve been lustful as hell! I can’t even look in his general direction without getting horny! I can’t stop thinking about making out with him, and every time he pulls a trigger I think about his fingers inside me! I wanna fuck him six ways to sunday, in every position imaginable, over and over again until neither of us can walk for days!!” You can’t see his face right now, but you hope you’re making it as red as yours feels—though, damn him, it does feel good to confess this shit to somebody. Even if that somebody is Wolfwood. “I am lustful every minute of every goddamn day, and especially every minute of the night. And, hey, Isn’t masturbation a sin? I’m super guilty of that one. Like super guilty. Like every night guilty. He so much as smiles at me and I’m gonna jack off about it. I want to ride him like a goddamn Tomas, and you know what? I’m so in love with him, it hurts!”

…Well, you’ve sort of lost the plot, now. And you’re feeling much less confident than you were ten seconds ago. You pull the stupid box off your head and hold it back out to Wolfwood, jaw set and face flushed.

His eyebrows are still sky-high, but he doesn’t quite look like you’ve embarrassed him… just yourself.

“There,” you say with finality. “That’s my confession.”

“Hi guys!” the voice behind you makes the blood drain from your face. Come on. You feel the warmth of him as he comes up behind you—you feel his presence, like you always do. “What’s up?” Vash asks.

Wolfwood’s eyes dart to you, then up to meet Vash’s gaze as he grins predatorily. “Oh, they were just telling me something really funny.” He cocks his head at you, and you want to wipe that damn smile right off his face. “Hey, why don’t you tell Vash what you just told me?”

You’re going to kill him. You’re actually going to kill him. Glaring daggers, you do your best to make your tone cheerful, though it sounds forced even to your own ear.

“Oh, it really wasn’t that funny!”

“Sure it was,” Wolfwood says, smug as all hell. “Made me laugh, anyhow.”

You grind your teeth.

“I’m sure it was funny, I wanna hear it!” Vash says, and Jesus Christ, why did you ever open your mouth?

“Yeah, he wants to hear it,” Nicholas taunts.

You take a deep breath. “Oh! Hey, uh, I just remembered that Meryl and Milly need me for—um—something! Gotta run!”

With one final death glare thrown Wolfwood’s way, you turn on your heel, pointedly not looking at Vash as you make your completely un-smooth exit—you can’t let him see the way your face is burning.

God. Wolfwood’s never gonna let you live this one down.

Vash frowns as you leave, sure that he’s stepped into something, but not sure what. “What was so funny, Wolfwood?”

Nicholas claps him on the shoulder, the portable confessional set down on the ground. “Believe me,” he says, slipping a cigarette between his lips. “You’re gonna wanna hear it from them.”

#this has been in my head for weeks lmao #god. wolfwood and his stupid confessional.#this is it this is ww and my si’s dynamic #yes they’re besties yes they want to punch him in the face constantly #I don’t even know how to tag this 🤣#x reader #vash the stampede x reader #Trigun x reader #sef drabbles #sef writes

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piscispd · 2 years

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— HEY NOW, WE'LL BE OKAY. -> hhu.

“I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives there.” — a self portrait in letters × anne sexton.

Their parents don't approve your relationship. After a night where things don’t go as planned, the boys are left mending your broken heart.

wc: 1,6k overall. a/n: i focused more on their reaction after the fight, so this is them easing reader's insecurities! if you wanted something else lmk! im editing this later~ warnings/tags: gn reader, fluff, hurt/comfort. request!

You both barely step foot inside your place before he opens his mouth, like he was waiting impatiently for some privacy to fix talk.

“You’re overthinking, love.” Seungcheol scolds, hands on his hips as he stares at you with a disapproving look, akin to his father’s.

You shiver at the thought, reminiscing tonight’s failure as you shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Are so,” he pouts, linking his arms around your waist. “And you need to stop doing it, whatever your pretty head is thinking about right now, stop it.”

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes. “There’s nothing else to think about after tonight, Cheol, is there.”

It’s a bitter remark, not a question. You sound defeated and utterly sad, and his heart breaks a little seeing you in this shape, but Seungcheol is having none of it. He grabs you by the shoulders, his gaze burning you. “Don't you dare say that again. Don’t you tell me we don't belong together, like they said, just because they said it. I love you, and if you don't love me back, you can look at me in the eyes and say it.”

Silence. Cheol’s looking at you dead in the eye, intensely, yet so lovingly and gently because he can’t scold you for real, not really, and that’s so undoubtedly him that it makes your head all dizzy. “Jeez,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a heart much lighter.

“Can't say it, can you?”

“I love you,” you smile, gently. “I won't lie to you, Cheol.”

“But why do you look like you wanna cry,” he pouts, “am I making you sad?”

“No, I was sad, but– you make me feel like we could make this work. Like you’re reliable and I should count on you.”

“So you weren’t counting on me before?”

“Cheol.”

There's a childish mirth in his eyes as he smiles reassuringly, slowly linking his hands around you. “You should do that. You should've been doing that, because that's what I am.”

His hands are cold on your waist, so you caress them with your own, even if yours are a bit colder. He hugs you completely, aligning your body to his until there isn't a hair of yours untouched, unprotected. Kissing your forehead, he sways you both side to side. “I’m your boyfriend,” he chides lightly, his tone more serious now. “And the only thing that’s going to change that is a ring on your finger, nothing and no one else will, understand?”

His heart skips a beat when he sees you smile, all bright and happy and so pretty he wants to eat you. He wants to watch you forever. As his strong arms squeeze your middle, his breathing soft against your neck, you sigh longingly at the feeling. “Yeah, I got it.”

“You know, I had a dream about you last night.” Vernon says suddenly, breaking the silence.

It's the first time he's talked to you ever since you came back from that interesting meeting with his parents, an hour ago.

He’s sitting right next to you on your bed, but you don’t look at him. You’re avoiding it, really, because the second you do you’re going to beg him to stay and forget all about tonight, you’re gonna beg and plead that you’ll be able to work it all out together. That you needed him.

You bite your lip at the thought. You can’t do that– not after what transpired a few hours earlier with his family. You can’t be so selfish, can you?

So you keep looking at your phone, ignoring his sigh– Vernon is a stubborn dude, though, so he faces straightforward and keeps his train of thought.

“Listen, we were in a house with this big yard– big, babe. Huge. We could bring all my members and their families and there'll still be space, I think,” he rambles on, making you lean towards him uncounsciously, attentive to his next words. “It was ours. I mean, it felt like it was. You would've liked it.”

“What's your point,” you mumble grumpily.

“My family was there with us,” he ignores your interruption, smiling reminiscent. “My dad was laughing at something on the tv and my mom was cutting us some fruit. She was trying to get your mbti right, you know that personality test I’ve been telling you about? Seriously, I don't know what devil type you got, but she was arguing with you over it and I was telling her that on the flip side, your zodiac sign matches perfectly with mine– because there's no one better for me than you.”

Insane. He’s very questionable on most days, but right now he sounds a little insane as you ask him, dumbfoundedly, “Babe, what the hell are you on about?”

He shrugs. “Just trying to prove my point.”

You want to cry. You can’t believe he started talking about anything just to make you feel better about tonight, so you allow yourself to lean fully against his side and let your tears fall.

Vernon lets you cry on him, leaning back towards you. He hugs you, slowly, his hands tenderly taking a hold of you, and that leads to new, fresh tears— but you can't bring yourself to raise your arms and hold him back.

(Hold him back. Maybe that's what you were doing without knowing, maybe there is someone out there who's better suited for him and his family's expectations, maybe, maybe, maybe.)

“Hey.”

You look up at him, eyelashes damp and a frown on your face as if to ask what, making him grin and brush your tears away with his thumb.

“You heard what I said, right? There's no one better for me than you. That won't change, I promise.”

In, out. The sound of his breathing was calming, the growing darkness of the late night a protective veil around the both of you, little night birds singing far away. He grins at you, gently but widely like he has all the answers you need, like just staying by his side is the answer.

“We can work this out,” he continues soflty. “What we can't do is have you all sad thinking you're anything but it for me, alright? C'mon, they'll get round.”

You scoff, still feeling uneasy. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. I do know that, because I know them and I know you,” he states firmly. “And I’ll tell you a secret, they'll eventually come around, and I will make that dream come true. Since we’re being cheesy, you wanna hear another secret? I love you.”

“You're really doing the most,” you chuckle despite yourself, letting him cuddle you against his chest and kiss your head. Vernon was right, and you wanted to believe him, so you tell him back, “Okay. I love you too.”

His phone rings with a text from his sister a few hours later, once he’s already fast asleep in your arms. It reads, “— you got this, bro!! ♡”

Mingyu is talking the minute he gets out of the house, walking side by side with you.

“It's okay,” he smiles, trying to cheer you up. “I didn't like you at first either.”

You smack him in the arm, chuckling nervously at him. He grins and links your arms back together, smiling fondly at you. “What? Now I can't live without you. It's a good omen, if you ask me.”

You’re not sure what to make of tonight. Should you answer to his easy going response with the same energy? Should you tell him about his wrong use of the word omen?

“What if it never happens? If they never... like me?” would you leave me then?, you’re too afraid of his answer to blatantly ask, but Mingyu knows how to read between the lines. At least around you.

“That’s a little dramatic, babe, am I rubbing off on you too much?” he teases, like it's no big deal for him, and you don’t know how to feel about that. “You'll grow on them.”

“Like fungus?”

“Like fungus. Just like you did with me.”

You try to smile again, but it's forced. You don't feel good, so you sigh and lean against his arm.

Mingyu is trying his best here. He wants you to know that even if his own President Moon were to ask him today to leave your side he would tell him no.

Maybe. Maybe he'll change names and run away with you, or plan a misterious hit on his nation’s president. Either way, he's not leaving you behind, that's his point. Is it so hard to believe?

He thought that joking was a clear way to tell you hey, I love you, no matter what people say– even if it makes me a bit sad, I'm staying with you.

But you look sad, and it's making Mingyu sweat a little, so he tries a new way to approach it.

“Everything is difficult at first,” he says under his breath. “We just need to keep going at it until they get it, okay? Together.”

You shake your head slightly, such a small, barely perceptible movement that it could be mistaken for a twitch. But Mingyu knows you better than anyone else on the planet, he thinks, and his heart squeezes painfully once he realizes that was a dejected head shake.

“Babe,” he stops walking, his arms encasing you tentatively, his face ghosting on your hair and the familiar scent of your shampoo. “No need to dwell on it, really. I want to make it easier for them, but if they can’t see how great you are, it’s their loss. It’s not like I’ll stop bringing you around or anything. I’m selfish like that, you know. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand admittedly more relaxed, his truthful words licking your wounded heart. “What a terrible destiny.”

Mingyu rolls his eyes. “Shockingly, I've heard of people having it worse.”

You laugh loudly at his pout, cuddling him and stealing all his warmth. “I love you too. Thank you.”

He doesn't let go of your hand the entire walk back home.

Wonwoo was excited for tonight, and in consequence, so were you. He didn't expect their rude behavior at all, his face growing drier and more defensive as the hours ticked by. Finally, after hearing him say “We’ll get going,” in the coldest voice you’ve ever heard from him, you pick up your stuff with tense shoulders and leave.

Once you reach that godforsaken doorstep, Wonwoo tells you to wait in the car with a parting kiss on your forehead.

“But–”

“No buts,” he says sternly. “I have things to say to them, it won’t take too long. Put some of your music on, alright?”

“Okay,” you agree bregudgely, frowning. “You’ll come back, right?”

Wonwoo's stare softens at of your small voice, grabbing your hands to kiss them, lingering for a moment too long before letting you go. “Don’t worry too much, it's not like they'll do anything to me.”

He comes back to the car exactly ten minutes later, his raven hair a mess on his forehead and he grips the steering wheel so strongly his knuckles turn white, jaw clenched.

It’s only when you arrive home that he confronts you. Your knees are moving the car, shaking up and down, and he’s back to being so quiet and serious you’re half expecting him to tell you to get out and never come back.

Once you finally open your mouth to break the tense silence, he suddenly calls your name. “I'm sorry.”

You gape at him, words stuck in your throat when you notice the intense look on his face. “It's okay,” you gulp. “I. I understand if you want to leave– maybe we should just... accept the inevitable.”

You’re looking down at your hands, missing the raw panic in Wonwoo’s face. “What?”

“I said, maybe we should consider this, I mean, us. Our relationship–”

Wonwoo's stomach goes cold. “No, no. No one's leaving. I’m not leaving you,” he interrupts you in a frenzy, cupping your face and looking so vulnerable you feel the urge to cry.

“Listen, I'm sorry they were out of line. But what they think doesn't change what I feel for you. You were great, you are great, the greatest, and I love you. Don’t jump into conclusions– don't worry about them too much.”

You shake your head between his hands, still hang up on it. “I don’t want you to fight with them for this.”

“We didn't fight.”

You look at him incredulously. Wonwoo raises his chin, childishly stubborn. “We didn't fight, we just... talked. About manners, politely, like family should talk. And I would do it even if it were anyone else, because if you’re hurting, I’m hurting, alright? I can’t just leave it alone, (YN).”

It’s a hot Friday night in Seoul, fancy cars are passing through yours in a blink, unaware of your heart beating painfully against your ribs, thump thump thumping while Wonwoo takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, his lips pressing on the softness of your skin. “Am I being too much?”

“No,” you chuckle wetly, grabbing and squeezing his hand in return. “No, you’re good. Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“Me too,” you feel him squeeze your hands gently before he leans over to kiss you, lingering on your lips. You smile against him when you hear car horns outside, and he begrudgingly pulls away. “Let’s go inside. It's been a long night.”

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