#rosarionegro

[hxvemxnd]

@rosarionegro from here

They slam their hands against where they sit as Wolfwood gives them this revelation - a babygirl was more specific! Not just a term of endearment, but it had to do with personality too! They're eager to learn more from someone who is finally willing to tell them.

"So being a 'baby girl' is about manipulation!"

Wait-- no, that can't be right. Their expression drops, and they let out a small and frustrated noise. They've heard Vash be called one too - and to their understanding, the humanoid typhoon is the opposite to his brother in every way. Including manipulation. This realization dawns on them, and suddenly Zazie is sat back, slouching with their hand on their chin as they try to think of a different similarity that would put themselves and Vash in the same category.

"No-- wait... We still don't understand then. The Typhoon is a 'baby girl' too, right? Explain that!"

[geraniumshurricane]

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"If you're still a cutie-patoot, I don't see why not."

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❝ Still --? So you think I'm cute? ❞

[sinfulhurricane]

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❛  i love watching you touch yourself.  ❜

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The blonde couldn't help himself. The look of this man covered in water as it dripped from his hair and down his wide chest and abdomen had given him images that were now burned into his mind. God dammit was Wolfwood so hot. He had excused himself at first and had been pleasuring himself at the thought of the other intruding and having his way with him. His mind was already filled with lust when the brunette walked in.

He was still dripping with water but this time a towel wrapped around his waist. Vash was about to hide himself away until Wolfwood spoke. He liked watching him enjoy himself? His face flushed with lust. Well, if he liked it then he'll gladly show him more. Biting his bottom lip he continues to stroke his length, he was going easy on himself but now that eye candy was in the room it was much easier and faster for him to imagine.

Vash touches himself more, his hips grinding into the motion, his moans getting louder and louder until he's begging and mewling over how good he feels right now with the other watching, but his climax isn't coming. He craves more.

❝ Help me ... Wolfwood. ❞

He's begging him, he even moves to remove his pants and bends over on the bed.

❝ Please help me come ... You can be rough if you like. ❞

[bluesummxrs]

❗+ "You seriously think someone like Knives is going to love you back if you do everything for him? Normally I wouldn't give a shit n' laugh, but it's honestly just sad to witness. There's nothing you want outta life just for yourself?"

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.

"You misunderstand our relationship. I am well aware Knives will never love me. That isn't why I serve him; he gave me this life and our goals are the same so I will give everything to seeing them through."

A pause. "I'd like to try more food before everything ends, though."

[duunswitch]

@rosarionegro || please don't make me eat sand, wolfwood

"I think there's sand in my sandwich." Leanne made a face down at the food in her hands for a moment before taking another bite, chewing slowly. "...Niconico, there's definitely sand in my sandwich."

Could he buy her a new sandwich? He wasn't going to make her eat a sandy sandwich, was he?

[double-tri]

@rosarionegro | "I thought I'd find you here." noticing.

Livio didn't look up as Nico approached, but instead sunk further into the half embrace he was giving himself. Slumped against the wall with his knees pulled to his chest; an all too childlike pose for his large form.

Training had been awful; between Chapel's hellish strict cruelty and Razlo sharp growling voice in his head, he was left feeling weak and worthless. And perfect, wonderful Nico was the last person he wanted to see.

"Go away." He muttered, almost a tone of venom to his voice. He didn't want to be comforted and looked down on even more.

[millionsnife]

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

"Well then fuck. I can't get drunk."

[mxsericordia]

"Square up, Wolfwood."

@rosarionegro

[insomnixm]

@rosarionegro replied to your post “//you find a cute, sweet, pitiful looking man lost...”:

*SPRAYS HIM WITH THE HOSE*

you take him incredibly off guard and survive the experience but you have been put on A List

[hxvemxnd]

💌 a love letter [tee hee]

send an emoji for my muse to send yours:

Nick Nicholas Punisher Wolfwood My human,

We miss you.

We hear humans say writing letters helps confusing emotions, and you're the human who helps us understand these weird feelings the most, so we choose to write to you. Hopefully you find this first and it isn't Stampede or the little news girl. But we want to ask, if you can find time to part with them for even a little bit... Please come see us. We didn't think having you gone for so long would feel as bad as it does, but as time goes on our chest began to hurt and Knives says it's probably missing you. Well - missing something, we didn't tell him it was you. That probably doesn't matter. Never mind.

Our point is, come back. Or let us help you. We miss curling up warm against you and we miss stealing your sunglasses, we miss complaining about those awful cigarettes you smoke and coughing when you blow it in our face. We miss the way you make us feel like something is flying in our stomach and we just want it back. Never mind that all sounded weird written down. Anyway. Knives can be mad all he wants; we just want to see you again.

Please...? We're running out of room but... We miss you; we think maybe... We love you. Please hurry back.

[geraniumshurricane]

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' I didn't think Wolfwood would be so forward with his thoughts. He thinks I would look good in a crop top -- actually I'm surprised he thinks I'm cute at all. He says these things that really catch me off guard. i wonder if he means it sometimes but other times the way he looks at me and says it shows he means it.

Is he toying with me or are his words true to his feelings?

I hope it's the later ... Because I don't think I can hold back much longer. '

[angelictyphoon]

@rosarionegro:

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

The campfire between them hisses and spits as Vash tosses another bundle of dried brush for more kindling. He can see Wolfwood’s downturned face peeking between lashes of curling smoke and tongues of flame. 

“Mm, well,” Vash leans back on his palms. “I think you’re looking for forgiveness in the wrong place.” He can’t tell Wolfwood where he might find absolution. Disagreements, ideological or not, cannot be weighed as judgment or condemnation. 

Moving the needle. Inch by inch. That matters. 

“Revolting?” Vash squints into a grimace with his tongue out. “A two week old spittoon– that’s revolting.”

[livio-the-doublefang]

@rosarionegro asked: “Just meeting you made me happy.” 

"B-Big brother!"

That gains him one attack hug and a snuggle. He's cooing and purring, nuzzling his cheek to Nico's like an overgrown kitten.

[bluesummxrs]

@rosarionegro | “You think you’re special? You’re not. Everyone lies, everyone hides things…" Durarara!! Starters

"I am special, though." He says slowly, the expression on his face pulling up into a grin. "I am his most loyal, I am his greatest... I don't expect vermin like you to understand how special I am."

"For him I am utterly transparent and open, I do not hide from him."

[flosalatus]

🎲

@rosarionegro | Kiss

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WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

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(Kinda spicy in some places but more poetic and vauge than anything? Eh whole thing is under a readmore just incase

Edit. No longer vauge and poetic. Definitly going under a readmore)

In the quiet glow of moonlight, an Angel worships his most devout, pays back every patient kindness with reverence in each touch, a kiss for every time the man below has made his heart flutter and stall in his chest. A kiss to his brow

A kiss to the bridge of his nose

A kiss to bitten lips, breaths mingling

A kiss to the pulse thrumming in his neck, tounge pressed flat to the line of his jugular

A kiss to the chest, above where a steady heart beats, teeth grazing pert nipples, open mouth pressed to the darker skin, watching goosebumps prickle

A kiss to the stomach, navel, abdomen. Wrapping around to nibble at the jut of hipbones, licking along a defined adonis belt and tasting smoke and salt.

Skips where he's wanted most, takes a meaty mouthful of thick thigh and bites down till skin purples under his jaw, leaving pinpricks of blood when he unclamps and moves on.

Ticklish peck at the back of the knee, playful nip at his heel

finally, finally, back up

Deciptively broad, pale shoulders settle between strong, tan legs. Head tilting to pillow on his thigh, pink tounge darting out to lick pinker, plush lips, coating them like gloss.

A kiss to his tip, feather light and hovering, a smirk curling at the edges of those gloss-lined lips when he twitches with the angel's attention.

Open mouthed along the shaft, breathing heady want against flesh, running his tounge along the veins that stand to attention, ducking down to wrap his mouth around heavy balls, eyes peering up, watery and blown wide.

No more teasing, wrapping around the real prize firm and demanding, sinking down to the back of the blonds throat in one smooth motion, humming lowly against the weight in his mouth, eyes lidded heavily with his own enjoyment.

His nose kisses the dark fuzz of hair at the root and he swallows, careful and deliberate.

His worship is finished, now he leaves it in Wolfwood's hands to chase his own pleasure.

[double-tri]

🫂

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.

He's covered in blood, but he isn't sure from where. Is it his own? He can't tell -- whatever wounds it may have spilled from were closed. More likely it was from some poor soul, or souls, he'd cut down with no remorse.

He can't picture any of their faces.

He isn't really grounded, looking blankly at his hands. It wasn't Razlo who spilled this blood so why can't he think? Why can't he remember doing it? Why is he so stuck on this? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter---

Arms close around him. They're arms he knows, comforting, the clinging smell of tobacco is enough that Livio doesn't lash out at the sudden contact. He leans against Nico. He closes his eyes and breathes. He relaxes.

"Nico..."