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non-oomf i cannot get enough of your wessy stories please may i request a……. smut? :3
(I’d promised not to write for smuts but I’ll give HCs in smut, this one’s short)
Wes Borland Headcannons
SFW
- Wes dosent give a shit if you were both in public. He has to hold you somewhere. Anywhere really. Your waist, hand, Your nuzzling you
- Probably a goofball, wakes you up at night like ‘Hey Y/N, does a straw have two holes or one?’ Or ask a stupid question.
- He seemed like a guy that didn’t like affection to you at first
- ERR ERR- WRONG!
- PDA going off the charts, he thinks he’s tough shit kinda like Fred but as soon as Wes is in home
- He will bury his face in your chest or lay on your thighs and say ‘y/n I’m tireeed…’
- whining like a child and all. You’d smack him and he just goes ‘ooowww’ like a baby and laughs right after
NSFW
When it came to you behind closed doors,
Wes leaves you flabbergasted
- He was a switch. He didn’t care. He’d whine, beg, and whimper if he wanted you so badly and you didn’t let him release
- Always slurs of ‘please’ and him gripping your hair a bit, but when it was his turn
- He was the one making you beg and suck him off, always praising you for it, He’d eat that little cunt any day, Any where.
- Sometimes it was public sex backstage before his shows, mostly Wes always teased you and called you so needy for his cock
- He got turned on mostly by seeing you look at him, literally just LOOKING??
- What kinda turned him on was when you’d look your eyes looked like a baby who did something wrong and was giving this little pouty look. Looking at Wes beneath your lashes. Eyes like a baby
- “Y/N you look like a baby” *proceeds to fuck Y/N*
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having a school girl crush type crush on wes :3 you absolutely hate it on the outside but secretly adore it within :-) meanwhile wes acts as if he doesn’t know/isn’t aware… but lets say he may or may not have a secret shrine somewhere hidden in one of his closets at his house that contains drawings of you and lists of your favorite things you’ve mentioned previously to him :)
Wes Borland x Shy? Reader
Lightly sitting alone in the cafe waiting for Wes after he had agreed to meet up with you in here. Your fork lightly stabbing into the cheesecake, it was mostly quiet but upon looking a tiny ring was heard from the bell on the door. Wes stepped in and his face lit up as he saw, You lightly waved with two hands over to him, he walked over and put his phone on the table and hugged you into a snug embrace lifting you off your feet “Hey Y/N”
Wes lightly exclaimed. Spinning you around sweetly, He couldn’t resist to do that as he noticed your tense shy but happy expression, giggling as your eyes looked into his, sparkling with excitement “Hi, glad you made it here I thought you weren’t gonna come” you chuckled nervously. As you both sat down, he took a seat next to you, something (F/C) Colored (favorite color) flashed, You looked up at him. Gently stuffing some chew sake into your mouth as he smiled, teeth immaculate “So how have you been lately? You know I really missed you since the concert last time” He admitted sweetly. Eyes filled with interest and childlike curiosity as he also took a bite of cheesecake, a cup of (whatever really.) next to him, “It’s not much, I was just doing some work earlier. Why?” You blinked a bit, lips parting in thought, setting the fork down. “Nothing but I wanted to give you a gift after last time, sorry again” he mumbled the last part in embarrassment. Last week you had given Wes a charm, homemade by you but he had broke it which made you upset, but he was going to make up for it. you wished he’d just notice your feelings for him already. The rosy cheeks subtle. He pulled out the thing in his pocket. Revealing it being a small plushie. It was a cute dinosaur that was (Your favorite color), Your eyes widened, heart aching as you saw your name stitched onto it. “Aww…”
You mumbled, sweetly taking it into your hands. Looking up at him with an innocent twinkle in your eyes, cheeks getting redder. He reached over and wiped some cheesecake off your cheeks and the corner of your lips as he spoke “Thought I’d make up for last week.” His eyes looked into yours. Genuine sincerity in his eyes as he scooted closer to you. He knew today at some point he was gonna have to reciprocate your feelings back to him. Because even though he pretended to be oblivious. He knew damn well you liked him, Like a schoolgirl
He tensed when your arms wrapped around him, he was surprised at you showing affection. You seemed shy and reserved most of the time. So he was surprised. But he rested his chin ontop of your head. Leaning back into his chair, making you lay on his lap. Legs by his sides. Dangling off the chair as your head buried in his shoulder. He lightly moved your bangs away from your eyes. Before wrapping tighter around you. Pressing his lips to your cheek, near the corner of your lip. Hearing a tiny whimper “You didn’t have to..M’sorry I made you pay for it” When seeing you hug him he knew it was a sign you were comfortable with him now. He smiled widely, holding you to him as you clinged like your life depended on him
He lifted your chin, getting closer to your face. Feeling his warm breath fanning against you. Kissing you wihtout warning but you gave in. Like a warm blanket on a cold day. His eyes opened. Seeing yours droopy and cute. So round, So sweet. With a light twinkle to them. His fingers twirled in your hair. Pulling you gently closer. Before he pulled away. A string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Feeling your lips quiver against his
“I love you Y/N” He whispered gently. Hugging you tighter than before.
(An alternate ending for Anon as requested : reader finds out wes has a shrine of them?)
You stepped foot into Wes’ house as you looked around. “You can leave your shoes by the door, Make yourself at home” He urged gently as he took off his own shoes before waiting for you to come along , Your shoes next to his looked like a child. Lightly following behind him like a fascinated kid in a candy store. His house was neat “You have a nice place” mumbling sweetly. Your lips parted and your head tilted in curious. Eyes sparkling in interest as you gently touched a glass bear trinket. You lightly took his arm. Cussing him to stop and look down at you gently. “Hey Wes?” You asked softly. A bit shy as you chewed your lip lightly. “Can we see your room?” You asked
No, No, No, No, No!, Wes thought, What if you found out about the shrine? Would you lose feelings? Reject him? Call him a creep? His thoughts ran wild in his head as he lightly furrowed his brows. Did you really wanna see his room this bad? He knew your feelings for him. He didn’t know how to reciprocate it was all. The pictures of you, Via drawings. Sketches of you all differently, catching all details of your face. Onetime you were a princess. Then a cute little bunny. All sorts of things. Some of the pictures Polaroid. One of them was you sitting in the playground with Wes. He was staring off at the field while you were playing in the sandbox. A little kid. In those suspender shorts and a Winnie the Pooh shirt. With a sweet happy expression. Grass on your little knees reminded him of the memories. He liked you a lot since day 1. When you both met at kindergarten. Wes’s mother knew your mother. So you hung out a lot. Getting separated in high school. But now reunited together again after so long it was only natural he’d miss you. He still remembered you. The innocent girl all those years ago. By his side.
He still remembered the toy bunny you gave him years ago. That toy..
“Hey Wes! I’m gonna go home, next time I come here I’ll tell mommy if I can play with you again!” Your eyes twinkled, Those youthful eyes, Wes looked back at you. His face flushed as he held the (F/C) Bunny in his arms. “Can…C-can you come back tomorrow Y/N?” He asked , stepping closer to you. Letting the bunny gently land on the swing as he hugged you. Tiny body against each other “I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You giggled. Asking if he could keep bunny safe.
All those years ago. When you were in kindergarten. He always kept it safe. Not just the bunny, but all your other favorite animals. He had plushies of them in this big shrine. Pictures of you and him throughout the years. Toys. All sorts of things. But it was too late. He zoned out so much he didn’t realize you were gone. He was frantic as he saw you holding the bunny. Tears in your eyes, Fuck..We’re you going to reject him? Did you think he was a creep?
“Wes..” You lightly called out. Holding the bunny in your arms. Crying, did he really finally reciprocate his feelings? He even kept the bunny safe? All those years made your heart at ease realizing he loved you back. He wiped away your tears and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His nose nuzzling into your cheek. Comforting you and shushing you gently. His other hand running your arm up and down “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I can’t help it. Y/N. I love you” He gently reassured. Hugging you very tightly. The bunny dropped by your feet. You cried harder into his shirt. He liked you up and sat you on the table. Your legs dangling a bit. His eyes filled with sweet affection.
It was the day. You both finally dated each other. Who knew in the future if you’d both have kids. But it was very likely…
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WES BORLAND WES BORLAND PLEASEEEEEEE E
Sorry for taking too long to make this! Schedule been kinda busy out here in rl. Some Wes HCs for u anon!
Sleeping Headcannons with Wes!
-The first day when you met him when you were a manager for the band, You were both friends
- Getting close over time Wes grew attached to you then came the day he got courage and hype from the band to ask you out
- This called for celebration! They were all happy that Wes didn’t get rejected by you
- Overtime yet again, You grew comfortable enough to start taking showers and then sleeping with each other
- Sometimes Wes takes up half the bed- One leg around you, one sprawled out.
- He’d sometimes sleep left or right. Or when he rolls like a rostirrie chicken? He’s in the middle 💀
- He’s very cuddly, Despite this guy probably thinking he’s tuff shit on the outside,
- But on the inside when your both alone he’s a complete baby,
- He can be very clingy sometimes. A troublemaker too
- Sleeping with Wes was always warm comfy nights
- But this man snores a bit too loudly for your liking sometimes..(Just choke him out with a pillow, suggestion.)
- But you still love him
#headcannons#sleeping hcs#sleeping#sleeping Headcannons#Wes Borland#wes Borland x reader#limp bizkit.#limp bizkit#limp bizkit x reader#limp bizkit imagine#imagine#fanfiction#nu metal
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Hii
I would love to read:
Fred Durst x Reader
Jon Davis/KoRn x Reader
Chester Bennington x Reader
Any story would be nice. Maybe enemy or friends to lovers. Thanks already!
Sure thing Anon! Hope you enjoy (if my idea was similar to another creators idea I’m just gonna note rn this isn’t exaclty original but yh)
The Biggest, Stupidest idiot, Fred Durst x Reader, Enemies to Lovers
You got signed to be Limp Bizkit’s manager and also this bus driver thingy for them. You were the one driving the trailer for them whenever they went on tour, the first few days you enjoyed the job and it wasn’t hard. The guys were funny, Well, That’s what you thought, (That’s what she said), They we’re jerks sometimes. Especially Fred, Although it was just some playful pranks and jokes friends and all just playing and not legit, they got on your nerves. Numerous times where you couldn’t even count had Fred and Wes woke you up and tricked you that there was and emergency. As soon as you ran out the door then you’d get milk and feathers All over you, Even Lethal would come in laughing.
Sometimes the jokes or pranks were funny. Sometimes not. Just straight up annoying as fuck
You didn’t even talk to Fred for a few days after that, “Oh come on Y/N talk to me!” “Shut up Fred” was how it was last week. Today they were wanting to hangout at a local bar/Pub to relax and have some fun after their tour as it was kind of draining they were performing Al day, not to mention you’ve definetely been the workaholic these days!, You drove the bus as they were all inside. Fred being the loudest as he nudged Wes with his elbow. None of them really containing their laughter. Before Fred stopped and nudged you now “Atleast were driving and this time we ain’t getting a single scratch from a certain someone!” You shot him a side glare and slapped his hand “Shut up Fred” He only laughed and rubbed his arm. “Ow!” He said, shooting you a look, You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, Even in your contacts you had him named as ‘Annoying guy’ or ‘Jerk’
They didn’t wanna go to the bar instead they decided on going to go to one of their tours. They still didn’t finish them, “Hey Y/N pull over we want some snacks-“ Before John could finish his sentence Wes smacked him on the face. Before they started wrestling and Fred started recording “Yo look at this shit!” They were laughing their asses off. Your eye twitched. Why were they so annoying sometimes? You had already been in a bad mood because of earlier today, As you pulled over at the snack store you all got out the car. As if they were children they ran inside like kids first time seeing a candy store.
Fred wanted to bother you a bit. As you held the cart zoning out you were startled by a lot of things dropping inside at once. It was chocolates- Candies chips and all sorts- “Yo why’s there a apple in here?” Fred peeked in. He saw the apple just plain right sitting in the corner of the cart. It wasn’t even in one of those white small bags. “Who wanna play frisbee?” Wes took the apple and passed it over to the others. You scoffed and grumbled. Snatching the apple away. Making Fred pout, “Food isn’t to be played with, Stop and come on I don’t wanna be here all day!” Fred only nudged you. As you were paying Fred came up behind you wrapping an arm around your shoulders pulling your head and a bit of your body to him and ruffling your hair a lot. “Cut it out!” You snapped. He only held tighter and just whispered back “Nope”,
After what seemed like two years and a half. You arrived at the tour, getting out the car, it didn’t take that long for the band to be swarmed by the crowd and getting autographs. They were all distracted. You were sat in the back, Yet again. A bad habit of yours. Chewing your lip. Lightly blinking as you were in deep thought. A arm wrapped around you from behind, a slurred voice talking “You’ve got- you really looking fine today..You wanna come over to my place?” This wasn’t any of the people you knew, a creep randomly came in through from the crowd. Slowly pulling you behind a wall. You looked at him, panic clear in your eyes, his hand moved to your hip. Grasping it. You looked down. He started groping you, “Please don’t do that. I don’t feel comfortable” You tried to be polite and your eyes darted left and right as you panicked for help. The man seemed angry
He forced himself onto you and whispered “I know you want it. Stop playing hard to get” His breath reeked of alcohol and cigars. Wanting to make you gag, his hand went under your dress (or pants anything you can choose), before he could touch you there a fist connected to his face making you jerk back in fear and yelp. “What the hell is wrong with you? She’s saying no dude she doesn’t like you!” It was Fred. He snapped at the man before punching him again square in the face. Making sure to angle it near the man’s nose. Brisk sing it. Knocking him out cold. The others were trying to pull Fred away, Fred turned to you. His heart sinking into his stomach seeing you shivering in the corner of the wall. Big round tears in your eyes. “Come on Y/N let’s get you inside..” he gently took your hand in his and led you to the trailer or bus. Sitting down next to you, It was silent until you whispered “Thank you” to him, trying to wipe away your tears. He looked down at you. His thumb lightly brushing your cheek and wiping away your tears. His eyes glancing at your lips. “It’s okay, trust me when I say this. I’m sorry for bothering you with those pranks and stuff. I won’t do it again if it annoys you” He was very sincere, soft. And quiet. Unlike how he was so upbeat and loud. He gently took your hands into his and pulled you onto his lap. Taking your chin and making you face him, “I love you, Y/N, Please. But I just didn’t have naughty courage to tell you this” your eyes widened. You couldn’t react as his nose pressed to yours. Gently. His lips pressing on yours before he closed his eyes. His other hand gently stroking your hair back and away from your eyes.
“I love you too”
The band did make sure to take pictures of this moment and tease you and Fred in the future about it.
#fred durst#Fred durst x reader#enemies to lovers#nu metal#imagine#fan fiction#limp bizkit#limp bizkit imagine#limp bizkit x reader
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Introduction!
call me Claudy or clauda, I’m a she/her I write for nu metal and stuff
I write for : Characters
- Chester Bennington
- Fred Durst
- Wes Borland
- Corey Taylor
- Alex Terrible
- I do also write for peaky blinders (pls nobody request any smut on this blog, I’ll do light fluff but no smut)
- KoRn
- Serj Tankian
- Daron Malakian
- John dolmayan
- Shavo (HOW DO YOU SPELL HIS OTHER NAME IDK OMG 😭)
Even if it’s like UFC I’ll write for Khabib and others if I make sure it ain’t OOC
I will not write for
Smut
Pedophilia (like I’ll do age gaps but if it’s appropriate)
Degrading
Feces
Weird fetishes
Please do request me and DONT, BE, SHY
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