#ww x reader

[cindol]

talking with cy cy has given me ideas about wally west

cw ꣑୧ ⠀ ﹗ — timeskip young justice wally west ( he’s like college aged ) , unrealistic sex probably lmao , fingering,

Wally isn’t one to use his speed powers or abilities just for fun since his mentor taught him at a young age how dangerous it could be, he’s changed since being a goofy teen just learning his powers.

But then again, as a boyfriend to you more than a speedster there was nothing wrong with him using his abilities for your pleasure. Because a man does have to care to his woman’s needs.

Putting some power at the tips of his fingers works so well for when he’s fingering your sopping cunt. His fingers feeling so electric with how fast they are to increase your orgasm, too good to where you’re on his lap gripping at his wrist to attempt to stop him.

Your small attempt to stop his efforts is honestly cute to Wally and it makes him continue to pump his fingers faster even with your moaning and sobs in his ear.

“shh shh, just relax babe yeah? Nothing your little slaps can do to stop these fingers anyways.” That just makes your moans commence more.

[novasintheroom]

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.’

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Yall were so quick for a second, I thought I'd be falling behind bro—yall are champs of some sorts XD

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5 Types of Kisses.

pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

relationship: romantic

plot: 5 different kisses with Diana.  From this prompt list.

key: [Y/N] = your name, [H/C] = Your hair colour, [H/L] = your hair length, [E/C] = your eye colour. 

words: 1,158

a/n: I love Diana and after seeing Wonder Woman I had to write for her, so I hope you enjoy. Also, please see this post to vote on what my next series should be. 

 Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze. 

The peaceful silence of morning filled the air in the shared bedroom of Diana Prince and [Y/N] and the sweet light of morning sun illuminated the room, shining a light on the two as they began to wake from their slumber.  

 Their two bodies, which had been moulded together and their legs were tangled together while they lay chest to back in the ‘spooning’ position’, came apart slowly. First, their legs untangled and stretched out so as to loosen their muscles and [Y/N] turned to face Diana with a silly and lazy smile on their face.

 “Good morning my love.” Diana’s voice was soft and melodic as she spoke and her smile was as lazy as [Y/N]’s as she leaned over to press a kiss to her skin and as her lips came into contact with [Y/N]’s nose, a giggle passed through their lips and their lazy smile turned into an affectionate smile.

 “Good morning, darling.”   

  Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

 Diana and [Y/N] stood facing one another, Diana in her battle armour and [Y/N] with tears in their eyes as they stared at their love. “Do you have to go?” [Y/N]’s voice broke as they spoke, their emotion pouring into each of their words.

 Diana stepped forward, taking [Y/N] into her arms and pulling them close to her body so that she could look into their eyes without the distance between them. “I’ll be back, I promise.”  [Y/N]’s arms reached up and their hands cupped Diana’s cheeks softly as they reached up to press a soft kiss to her lips, which Diana returned.

 The kiss was soft, and sweet and was a series of gentle kisses that came one after the other, the two of them knew the kiss had gone on longer than it should have but they couldn’t let one another go, afraid that if they did the other would leave and not make their way back home. But they had to, Diana had to and so, quite reluctantly, she pulled away from [Y/N] and let out a small sigh and gave a somber smile. “I’m sorry my love, I have to go.” Leaning down, she gave a final peck on the hips before releasing [Y/N] from her grip and moving to leave their shared apartment, the voice of [Y/N] being the last thing she heard before she set out on his mission.

 “Be safe, I love you.”

 Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.

 [Y/N] stood with their arms wrapped around Diana’s shoulder, their hands tangling in the edges of her hair and a smile on their face. Diana was home, and she was alive, which was all [Y/N] could ask for.  

 Suddenly, without warning from Diana, [Y/N]’s lips were connected with Diana’s in a passionate kiss. Their lips moulded together and they found a familiar rhythm in the kiss, one that was usually reserved for nights of passion, but it expressed feelings that no longer needed to be vocalised between the two.

 When they pulled apart, they were both left breathless and continued to keep their eyes closed for seconds after, savouring the kiss in its entirety and how it made them feel. With lips tingling, the only movement was [Y/N] reaching up to gently touch their slightly swollen lips as their eyes opened in an almost reluctant fashion and speed to be meet with Diana’s eyes, whose reflected the same thing as [Y/N] which was breathlessness.

 The two came together once again, their arms flying around each other and their lips meetings once again, only this time they didn’t come apart until late into the night.

 In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked too damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.

 Sitting close beside one another, Diana and [Y/N] occupied a booth in a small ice cream shop they had come to love in their time of dating with their hands intertwined below the table while they talked and ate their ice creams. They had come on a double date with Lois and Clark, with the prior in the bathroom and the later taking a call outside they were given a few moments alone.

 A chuckle passed [Y/N]’s lips as they noticed Diana had some ice cream on her nose, a common occurrence when the two got ice cream due to the fact Diana had a love for the sweet treat and so would eat it quite quickly and this usually left a bit of a mess on her face. [Y/N] reached out and they let go of Diana’s hand momentarily to swipe the bit of ice cream away, only to cup Diana’s cheek as they realised how badly they now wanted to kiss her after seeing her act so cute with the ice cream.

 Bringing Diana’s lips down to their own, moving her own face so that she would meet Diana in the middle, and pressed their lips together. The kiss was soft, but there was emotion behind it and their lips felt hot against one another as they moved in synch.

 The two would not have stopped, it felt too good and they were lost in one another, but the clearing of a throat forced them apart and they bashfully looked to see Clark and Lois standing in front of the booth, Lois with a smirk and Clark with a flustered blush.

 “Sorry to interrupt.”

  Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

 Wrapping their arms around Diana’s shoulder, [Y/N] stood behind her as she looked over some League documents with a slightly raised eyebrow and a sigh of slight exacerbation. “Diana, my love. It’s late, you should go to bed.”

 Diana let a small smile grace her face, a different look than the look of concern that had been on her face the last few hours. “I can’t. I have to get this done.” Rolling their eyes slightly, [Y/N] pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Diana’s head before she continued to speak, “I know you’re an Amazon princess, but even you need sleep and you’ve been working on this late the past couple of nights.” [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her shoulder this time, to which Diana moved her neck slightly to give them some access as she let out a sigh.

 “It’s important, it needs to be done.” A kiss to her neck now, “I know it’s important..” Another kiss, this time under her ear, “But so are you, you need to rest.” Diana placed the file down and leaned her head back, allowing [Y/N] to look down at her face now, which had the smallest of smiles on it. “Besides, you rest well tonight and it will be like looking at it with a fresh pair of eyes tomorrow.” Now, [Y/N] pressed a kiss to her lips, “Now come to bed.”

 A chuckle left Diana’s lips as she wrapped a hand around [Y/N]’s wrist and rubbed soft circles on it, “Okay. You win. I’ll come to bed.”  

[novasintheroom]

hiii ✧⁠*⁠。

could i request a scenario w wolfwood (trimax coding if possible) and reader in an established relationship, using kiss prompt 13 from dialogue list 1? thank u heehee 🩷

Absolutely! I'm not familiar w/ trimax really, so I hope this still came out alright!

Lipstick Kisses

♡ Pairing - Wolfwood x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - slight make-out session

♡ Description: Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

The floorboards beat with the strumming of guitars and drums. People stamp their feet, dancing with each other and their drinks. It’s bright in the bar. Lively. The whole town is celebrating another close call from bandits. It was a hard-won victory, thanks to Vash the Stampede and his friends.

The Stampede himself is at the bar, tie magically around his head and babbling happily. Meryl and Millie watch from a nearby table, murmuring to themselves and enjoying their own drinks. They don’t wonder too much about where their other two friends are. You’re usually around somewhere, just out of sight.

Of course, you and Nico had secreted yourselves nearby, in one of the bar’s small hallways. The perfect place for a little lovin’.

“You’re gonna get lipstick all over me,” Nico grumps, but still stretches to let your lips find another spot on his skin.

You hum, leaning back to admire your work. A patchwork of lips decorates his neck, his jaw. “Not all over you,” you tease. You rub at a lip mark, dark red-turned-purple smearing in the dim lighting. “Just the parts I can see.”

“Well if you want to get it all over me, we could find a room and – oof.” Your hit doesn’t actually wind him, but he takes the hint. He smiles at your glare.

You smile back after a moment. “You’re awful.”

He pulls you close again and leans down for a kiss. Your lips meld together, sweet and endearing. It’s hard to have moments like this alone nowadays. Too many eyes, too many whispers. But tonight is a celebration of another close call. It’s time to indulge.

Your lips wander again. You feel his Adam’s Apple bounce with his swallow, his stubble grazing your cheeks as you reach for his ear. It’s easy to kiss him. Easy to love him. You press another red kiss to his earlobe and whisper. You aren’t even sure what, but it brings goosebumps to his skin. He tries to do the same to you – bending down to press a kiss to the groove of your neck. It tickles, and you laugh. Nico lets out his own breathy laugh, cut off to a low groan when you kiss his throat again.

“Princessa…” he warns, but you keep kissing. You want to mark him up, see nothing but your lip stains on his skin. Not a patch of natural color in sight. But Nico knows where this could lead, and he isn’t about to let you go so far. So he grabs your chin and hefts your lips to his again, pressing once, twice, three times before melding perfectly again to a sweet, long kiss.

You’re breathless when he pulls back. He isn’t much better. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath through his nose. “What you do to me…”

You giggle and press your nose to his.

A waitress suddenly opens the door and moves through the hall. She only glances at you two, eyes sliding over you like water before she’s gone again, into the backroom. She must be used to scenes like yours.

You, however, are not, and your face is flushed at being caught. You bury your face in his chest and shake your head. You want to leave now. Go back to the party. “That’s so embarrassing…”

Your man snickers and says, “Hey,” softly. You look up at him, pouting, but unable to hold it when you see again just how many lipstick marks you’ve left over his face. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he says. Nico laughs and pats your cheek. “S’a good color on you.”

You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. “Not as good as the lipstick color on you,” you shoot back. You’re pleased to see the red rise to his cheeks.

“Alright, alright,” he pulls out a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and gives it to you. “Help me clean up, will you?” He mutters something about getting back to the party, anyway. The moment is gone, and it’s time to move forward.

You take your time wiping the makeup off. Each one needs a bit of good scrubbing. You’ll have to get this lipstick brand again – it really stays on well. Nico is patient, letting you wipe and re-wipe several areas, dampening the handkerchief with your spit to help the stubborn ones. He watches you stick your tongue out, concentrating on every little bit. It’s hard to not kiss you when you look like that. When you’re finally satisfied with your work, you step back and give him a once over. “Okay…I think you’re clean.”

He reaches out and wipes away a smear of lipstick on the side of your mouth. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Thanks, doll.”

The bar is bright when you come out of the doorway. People nod at you two, some giving winks and knowing smirks. You squeeze Nico’s hand before flitting away to the bar to get you two the drinks you want. He watches for a moment before finding his way to Millie and Meryl nearby.

“Well, you two seem to be having fun,” Meryl quips.

Nico pauses for a split second before lowering himself in a seat. “What do you mean? We just went for a little walk.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Millie is staring at a spot on Nico’s neck. “Gosh, Mister Wolfwood, if you went for a walk, it must have been a very loving one, what with that lipstick on you!”

Nico feels a blush creep up his neck. He slaps a hand where he sees Millie’s eyes and rubs. Red lipstick smears onto his fingers. You’d missed one on purpose. He looks at you at the bar. You turn away with a quick smile. Caught red-handed.

Meryl and Millie laugh at his plight while he grumbles about you being blind. Still, his heart hammers at how blatantly you made your mark for everyone to see.

Oh, he’d get you for this later.

[novasintheroom]

I think Wolfwood really loves all types of noses.

He's not weird about it, obvi, but it's one of the first things he notices. He's got a good nose himself, of course he's going to notice others' honkers.

I think if you're dating, he gets into the habit of messing with your nose. Even before that, he gets touchy with it as he gets more comfortable around you. Flirting, if you will.

You're getting after him for risking his skin again? He reaches out and flicks your nose to make you shut up. You just admitted something that makes his heart spark? He gives you the warmest look while reaching out and running a finger down it, from bridge to tip. You're sad and refuse to smile at any of his jokes? He grabs your nose and goes "honk honk" as a desperate attempt to get something out of you.

The best day is when he gets to kiss your nose or rub yours with his own.

Idk man I think he likes your nose a lot.

[novasintheroom]

♡ Pairing – Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader.

♡ Word count – 0.7k.

♡ Warnings – none.

♡ A/N – A prompt inspired by the “Head, shoulders, knees and toes” children’s song. Challenge to make each section 100 words or less.

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Head

There’s an old saying he heard once: “The heart is forever making the head its fool.”

Didn’t make sense at the time. What he wanted didn’t matter in the Eye of Michael, and as long as he got paid for his contracts to buy his next pack of cigs, he couldn’t care less about that blackened thing in his chest.

Then you trip into his life, and suddenly his heart is making a lunge for you, like you’re the first sip of water after years of drought. Then you make him a bigger fool by kissing him, and oh, he’s in trouble.

Shoulders

Splinters of sunlight fall through cracks in the blinds. He traces the rays on your shoulders, waking you with calloused fingertips. Brushes your hair away. He receives your first smile, and it’s already a good day. You light up at his murmur about breakfast and this, here, is what keeps him going. The way you hum when you stretch, then lace your arms around his neck. Even in a dingy inn with sand swept into corners and the din of an outside world waking up, he thinks:

Yeah. This is good. This is it.

Knees

Nicholas loves to make you weak in the knees. Takes every opportunity to get yours trembling – whether that be from his kisses, or from the death-defying stunts he pulls.

Of course, his knees knock when you kiss his chin. They tremble as your nails trail the back of his neck. He tries to stop it by pulling you close, but you’re both a mess of weak limbs and breathy giggles.

It’s disgusting what you do to him. He tells you. And you give him another long, slow kiss. He has to lean against a table to keep from falling over.

Toes

He sways with you in the dark, the sounds of ruckus from the saloon drowned out by the night and the toma snorting nearby. Whining notes of an out-of-tune viola warble through the sheetrock and broken glass of the windows. You step on his toes a lot. He steps on yours as payback. Your whispers together create the best kind of song. He’s not much of a dancer. Hates it, actually. But for you.

For you.

Eyes

His eyes follow yours. You look at a stall. A tomas. Children running across the street. You keep glancing at a storefront window. A swinging sign above the door: BIG HENRY’S CLOTHIER. There’s a pair of boots displayed. You look down at your shoes – ratty, torn. Years old. You limp a lot, do you know that?

You ignore the store and walk ahead. There’s that limp again. He makes an excuse to branch off, says he’ll meet you guys at the saloon in a bit. Gotta get his next pack of smokes.

When you turn a corner, he walks into the clothier. He’s getting those shoes. What’s giving up a few packs of cigarettes for his girl to walk right?

Ears

You kiss his cheek, and his ears go red. Don’t point it out to him; he’ll deny it and sulk. Then he’ll act like he forgot about it and let you do it again, and there they go, bright red and glowing in the sunlight like a beacon walking through town.

It’s a game you play: how flustered can you actually get this man. Turns out – very. And he puts on a nasty expression, tells you to knock it off.

But his hand finds yours, and he lets you play.

Mouth

He still wonders, still hesitates, thinking how his lips are chapped and how he must stink of smoke and damn, he needs to cut the habit if you’re gonna keep getting this close. Then your lips meet his and he forgets the suns on his back, the ache in his shoulders, pulling you closer and showing you what a real kiss is. He can feel your butterfly heartbeat with his own. Your breathless gasp is his reward.

Nose

He loves to nose your cheek. Rub his stubble across your chin until you push him away with a laugh. He’ll bury his nose into the crook of your neck when you’re alone and take in that scent of sand and fruit after your latest bath. You can never truly get rid of the desert in your skin, but he appreciates the strawberries that poke through the dust.