#wing-san

[megane-boys]

today's megane is: Wing from Hunter x Hunter

[trashscenariihxh]

Wing x fem!Reader

In which Wing is the gentlest, tenderest Daddy Dom you’ve ever seen.

It was late, nearly 1 am.  You pulled the blanket around your shoulders as you flipped mindlessly through tv channels.  Normally you’d have been asleep by now, but the day had been exceptionally difficult for you.  You’d started the day by tripping over your own two feet when you got out of bed, and ended it by accidentally slicing your hand when the knife slipped while you’d been making dinner.  Somehow, you’d managed to squeeze slipping in the shower, stubbing your toe on the sofa, and twisting your ankle while walking to the store into your busy schedule of misfortune.  It had been a shitty day, and you’d decided that you weren’t going to go to bed without drinking several glasses of wine and binge watching some mindless tv first.

Your day had been made worse by the fact that you hadn’t seen Wing at all.  He’d left early, before you’d woken up, and hadn’t returned yet.  He had a very busy teaching schedule though; you were used to days like this.

You sat up straighter when you heard the key in the lock.  Wing smiled at you as he walked through the door, removing his shoes and walking over to join you on the couch.

“____, what are you still doing up?” He asked, sitting down beside you and giving you a peck on the cheek.  “Couldn’t you sl-”  His words trailed off when he caught sight of your bandaged hand.  “____ , what happened?”  He gently took your hand in his and inspected the bandages.

“I lost a fight with the carrots and a kitchen knife,” you answered with a half smile.  “It’s been one of these days.”

“How-” Wing’s brows furrowed in concern when he saw the slight bruise on your forehead, near your hairline.  “What happened there?”

“Slipped in the shower.”  

“____...”  Wing gave you a stern look.  “You should have called me.  What if you’d been hurt? What if...”  He shook his head.  “Nevermind.  Let’s get you to bed.”

If you thought that your wince of pain when putting weight onto your ankle would go unnoticed, then you were sorely mistaken.  After demanding to know what had caused this latest injury, Wing wrapped an arm around your shoulders to better support you and guided you to the bedroom.

“How was your day?” You asked as soon as Wing settled you onto the bed.

“Fine, fine.  Zushi’s training is really coming along... but ____!”  His eyes filled with concern again.  “You need to be more careful!  And you really should have been in bed hours ago... you need to rest after today.”

You pouted at him.  “It’s not a big deal,” you replied.  “I’m just clumsy.  I’m used to it.”

Wing sighed and smiled, reaching out to cup the side of your face.  “Not clumsy.  Just a little accident prone.”  He brought his other hand to your cheek, cupping your face in both hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.  “I’m serious, though.  I can’t have you getting hurt, ____.”  Another kiss.

“Hm... but you always end up taking care of me so well...”  You smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss as you turned your body to face his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  “You’re always so good to me...” You pulled back, making your eyes wide and innocent as you looked at him.  “... Daddy.”

Something in Wing’s face changed as soon as the word left your mouth.  It was a welcome change that you’d grown to greatly enjoy.  Wing always seemed so gentle, so sweet and benign, but moments like these brought his authoritative side to the forefront.  He gave you a small half-smile and pushed his glasses up his nose.  “Baby,” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair, “you’ve had a really hard day, haven’t you?”

You nodded.  “Yes Daddy, I did.”

“And you know you need to get to bed, don’t you, Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Wing nodded, cupping your cheek and pressing the pad of his thumb to your lower lip.  “Do you need some help getting ready for bed?”

You nodded in response, pleased that he was playing along.

“All right then.”  Gentle hands pressed against your shoulders and guided back down to the mattress.  “Baby,” he chided affectionately as he removed your clothing surveyed your body.  “Look at these bruises!  What am I going to do with you?”

Your early morning stumble and later slip in the shower had resulted in way more than a bump on the head.  Your body was littered with bruises of varying sizes.  To be fair, some were old remnants of previous bouts of clumsiness, though Wing didn’t seem to care.  

“Daddy...” you whined, “don’t be mad at me!  It was an accident.”

“I know, Baby, I know,” he soothed, quickly taking off his glasses and setting them on the bedside table before leaning down to kiss a particularly nasty bruise on your hip.  “I’m not mad at you, Baby.  Let me kiss it better, okay?”

Your bit your lip and sighed in pleasure as Wing began to press soft, fleeting kisses all over your body, starting with the bruise on the hip, then working his way up.

“You really have to be more careful,” Wing murmured into the soft skin above your navel as he kissed his way up your body.  “Or you have to call me when you hurt yourself like that.”

“But it really wasn’t anything serious!  Just a-”

“Now don’t argue with me, Baby.  I’m just trying to take care of you.”  Wing had reached your breasts, kissing one, then the other before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking while he cupped your other breast.

You arched your back into his touch and hissed in enjoyment.  “Oh g-god, Wing-”

“Hm?”  Wing’s voice interrupted you sharply as his ministrations ceased.

“Daddy,” you corrected, sighing in relief when Wing’s ministrations resumed.  You arched into his touch, loving the tender way he was sucking and licking your sensitive flesh.  You hummed softly in enjoyment and lightly began to stroke his dark messy hair, earning a deep purr of approval.  

Wing continued to lavish your body with affection in that soft, almost reverent way that only he could: with gentle sucks and licks while his hands, always warm, worked their way over the contours of your body.  You moaned when he began kissing your neck; when he started sucking the sensitive skin below your ear you clenched your jaw and gasped at the sudden shivers the action produced.

“Ah!  Damn!”

Your outburst was awarded by a light swat to your thigh and a gentle admonishment of “language!” murmured into your neck.

“Mmm... sorry Daddy.”  

“You’re being naughty, ____.”  Wing pulled away and sat back to kneel between your legs.  “You have to be a good girl if you want Daddy to take care of you.”  He fixed you with a stern look, though the softness in his dark eyes belied his attempt at severity.

“I know, I know.”  You nodded, extending your arms out to him.  You missed the weight of him on top of you.  “Don’t be mad at me Daddy, I really am sorry.”

“Hmm...” Wing’s eyes swept over your body.  “I don’t know, Baby, you really have been bad today.”  His fingers traced the bruises on your hips as he ran his hand down your leg.  You winced when his hand reached your bad ankle, and he clicked his tongue in disapproval.  “Does it hurt?”

“No,” you lied.  “Not much.”

Wing shook his head.  “Don’t lie to me, Baby.  I don’t like it when you lie.”  A concerned look came over his face when he caught sight of your bandaged hand again.  “____, you really should have called me...”  His lips parted in surprise when he saw a look of sad contrition come over your face, and he was immediately on you again, kissing your cheeks, your mouth, your temples. “Don’t be upset, Baby, I’m not angry,” he whispered reassuringly.  “I hate to see you hurt.”

You ran your hands over his back, longing to feel his skin.  “Daddy,” you whimpered impatiently, tugging insistently at the fabric of his shirt.  “Come on.”

Wing pulled back again and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at you.  “Being impatient again?  Where are your manners?”

“Please?”

“Hm...”  Wing cocked his head to the side.  “I’ve half a mind to send you to bed without anything.”

You stuck out your lip in a petulant pout.  “Don’t tease me, Daddy,” you whined, propping yourself up onto your elbows and looking at him with imploring eyes.  

Wing sighed.  “Very well,” he conceded, far easier than you’d expected, and began to unbutton his shirt.  Perhaps he felt bad for nagging you so much.  When he finally unbuttoned his pants, you noticed with a hint of satisfaction that he was already hard.  It seemed the role play turned him on far more than you’d realized.

“Is all of that for me?” Your purred, eyeing his cock when he slipped out of his underwear.  

“Yes, Baby, it’s all for you, but not just yet.”  Wing knelt between your legs again, slowly stroking himself as he ran a finger along your slit.  “I’m not sure if you’re ready yet.”  He pressed a finger to your clitoris and rubbed.

The sudden pressure on your clit made you twitch, but it was the way Wing was looking at you that made you tremble.  “Ah!” you mewled, feeling your inner walls start to flutter.  “Please, please...” Your voice was a desperate, breathless whine.  “Daddy!”

“Ssh...” Wing continued to stroke himself as he rubbed you for a few moments more.  When you looked as though you were going to cry from frustration, he withdrew his hand and positioned himself between your legs.  “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, lining himself up with your entrance.

You nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.”

“And you promise that you’ll be more careful?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  You failed to hide the impatience in your voice.

Satisfied, Wing gave you a peck on the lips and whispered “good girl” before sliding into you.  He kissed you again when he bottomed out, deeply and slowly; you sighed into his mouth, clinging gently to his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.  He broke the kiss when he started moving, rolling his hips against you in slow, steady waves and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You kissed his shoulder as you rocked your hips up to meet his, savoring the way the slowness of the pace allowed you to feel all of him.  There was something so comforting, so secure, about having him on top of you; the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the fullness of having him inside you.  Everything about him made you feel so safe.

When he shifted the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, his cock pushed against your g-spot, making you moan and draw him closer as your inner muscles began to contract around him.  

“Does that feel good, Baby?” Wing murmured against your skin, picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

You moaned again.  “Uh-huh,” you bit your lower lip.  “Right there!  Right there, Daddy!”

Wing groaned out your name and slammed into you even harder.  “Like that?” he groaned, continuing to relentlessly hit your g-spot, sending you into spasms.  “Oh, God, ____, you’re such a. Good. Girl.” 

You came with a soft cry, digging your nails into his shoulders and shaking around him.  Wing let out a soft grunt as your walls gripped him and continued to fuck you through your orgasm.  His thrusts faltered, his breaths grew uneven; he fucked into you a few more times before covering you mouth his own, kissing you deeply as he trembled against you.  

As his orgasm subsided, Wing rolled off and flopped down next to you on the bed, gathering up in your arms and kissing your cheeks and hair.  After a few minutes he sighed.  “I’m sorry, ____, I made a mess of you.”  He sat up, intent on getting you a wet towel, but stopped in his tracks when you started giggling.  “What?”

“You left your socks on!” you laughed, pointing at his feet.

Wing looked at you with a sheepish grin.  “I guess I got too carried away to realize.”  He disappeared from the room for a moment, returning a short time later with a moist cloth and a glass of water.  

You accepted the water gratefully and sipped it as Wing set about gently wiping the sweat from your body.

“I was being serious, though, _____,” he said after a while.  “I want you to call me if you hurt yourself like that again.”  He nodded at your hand.  “I’ll take a look at it tomorrow and change the bandages.”

“I will,” you promised, finishing the water.  In that moment, you felt beyond fortunate.  Warm, safe, and utterly taken care of.  No one could take care of you like he could.

[killunyan]

i mean, yeah, they have a deadline, mr. wing :/

[stellarkillua]

HUNTER × HUNTER || Building Rapport & Camaraderie

[nonbinary-kite]

earlier i said to myself “fuck marry kill: hisoka, kite, wing” and i got SO STRESSED OUT by having to Choose but i eventually decided to both fuck & kill hisoka and have two husbands

[tatsupyon]

[hxh-production]

Hunter x Hunter The Last Mission character design for Biscuit, Wing, and Zushi -- from weibo.com (chinese blogging site)

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[trashscenariihxh]

Hi, morel anon here! Sorry for the scenario ask. Could you maybe write headcannons for morel, knuckle and wing having a crush on a beautiful but oblivious girl? I never send in asks so I hope this is ok!

No worries, Anon!  I love me some Wing-san.

Morel

Morel is pretty experienced, chill, and smooth, so being attracted to an oblivious girl really isn’t a problem.  He’ll think it’s adorable, actually.  He’ll ask her out on little dates, like coffee, lunch, etc, and he’ll give little hints about being interested.  Eventually, after watching her fail to pick up on any of these hints, Morel will just outright tell her he thinks she’s gorgeous and wants to pursue something romantic with her.  Her blush and look of surprise is adorable to him, and he won’t be afraid to tell her so.

Knuckle

Oh my god, Knuckle is already pretty hopeless, so having a crush on an oblivious girl is gonna make things so much harder for him.  He might actually mistake her obliviousness as her not being interested in him, so he might get a bit crestfallen.

His confession of interest will finally come out when, after their eleventh coffee “date,” she just smiles, and says “I had a great time.”  Knuckle kinda deflates, says “it’s okay, I get it.  If you’re not interested just say so.  It’s fine.”  It takes her a couple seconds to realize what he’s said, but then when it sinks in, she’s like “oh.  OH!”  And then they have the awkward “I totally DO like you but I had no idea you felt the same” conversation.

Wing

Poor Wing.  Poor oblivious Wing.  Wing might be even more oblivious than his crush.  He’s a huge dork, so instead of steering any conversations towards romantic, datelike things, Wing just kinda rambles on and on about his interests.  It’s really adorable to watch, but this doesn’t help his oblivious crush tune in to the fact that he’s into her.

Honestly they’re both so oblivious and hopeless that they might need a third party to intervene here in order for anything to happen.