#bosch waraya

[tomatoscribbles]

got into red dead..... no ones gonna believe me but i swear on my life this was my fiance's idea 😭 screw hats and guns and using reference and yes i only drew my faves and who i felt like lol

[mlgmi316]

SF6 CONTENT FINALLY IN TEPPEN: Metro City of The Dead

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

First kiss hcs of Ed, Bosch, Jamie and Luke??? 👀 Pretty plz with a cherry on top?

👀hehehe of course

Ed

He was on an adrenaline high after you and him stomped out some Shadaloo trash, who'd been tailing you two for days.

Thinking they had the upper hand, they tried to corner you two in an alleyway.

Obviously, they're not the type to listen to reason, so he'll let his fist do all the talking.

But one of those thugs was quick enough to hook him in the mouth, splattering blood over the left side of his face.

That was cute, Ed had to admit, but that didn't stop him from knocking them out cold with a brutal right cross.

After the dust settled down, you noticed his split lip, so you tried to wipe the blood away with your thumb.

But Ed grabbed your hand just before you could touch his face.

The adrenaline mixed with his possessiveness led to an unexpected situation between you two.

And without a second thought, Ed pulled you into a needy kiss.

You can taste the iron on your tongue as he wraps his arms around you, feeling the desperation on his lips.

Although you were the one who broke the kiss, Ed was the one who leaned in for more.

Bosch

Your first kiss happened when you forgot to bring your lunch to the gym, so you did the only reasonable thing and sulked face down on the mats.

Noticing your…predicament, Bosch asked why you looked so distraught.

You told him how you packed a 5-star culinary meal, only for you to leave it at home.

He rolled his eyes, holding out a container. "Here, and don't expect this to be an everyday thing."

You pushed yourself up, sitting cross-legged as you took the container from him. "What is it?" you asked.

Bosch said he knew you would forget to bring your lunch again, so he prepared one for you in advance, which made you stare at him.

"What?" he said.

"You're more domestic than I imagined."

"Just take your food." He shot back, feeling the warmth creeping up his neck. Great, now he's starting to feel embarrassed.

Unable to resist his cute face, you leaned in and gave him a short, sweet kiss as a thank you.

Bosch stiffened under your gesture, but eventually relaxed once you pulled away.

He lightly ran his fingers across his lips, trying to feel the sensation again.

But as you were about to join the others, you felt a slight tug on the back of your shirt.

"Hey," he muttered, eyes meeting yours. "Don't forget to thank me properly later."

Jamie

Your first kiss with Jamie happened when he was drunk.

He can be quite affectionate after a couple of rounds and tends to cling to you when you try to leave.

So it wasn't surprising that he wrapped you in his arms during a night out on the rooftops of Chinatown.

He smothered you to the point where you had to physically remove him despite his whines.

And when you thought that was the end of it, Jamie had you pinned to the floor faster than you could blink.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a drunken stupor.

He laughed, watching as you struggled against him.

Aw, don't look at him like that, it'll make him feel bad.

But Jamie knew just the thing to cheer you up.

His loose hair tickled your face as he leaned closer to you.

And although he was drunk, he was a functioning drunk. So he wasn't too sloppy in his movements as he gave you a kiss.

Jamie nipped at your lips impatiently, wanting to taste more of you.

And when he pulled back, he got a good look at your flustered face.

His grip loosened around you, which gave you enough time to try and wiggle out.

"You wanna leave so soon?... We barely even started."

Luke

Luke isn't the type of guy to shy away from affection.

In fact, he encourages you to give him more.

He likes to give you a lot of cheek pecks even before your first official kiss.

It happened when you had a movie night at his house.

You both ate sugary treats and buttery popcorn until your stomach hurt from the amount of food you two were eating.

He always invited you to his home to do random activities: like playing video games or setting up his new computer equipment.

After a while, you rest your head on his chest and snuggled closer to him under the covers.

You like feeling how warm he was and hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Luke grinned, seeing how cute your tired face was, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

He asked if you wanted to clock out for the rest of the night but you groaned, saying how you wanted to finish the movie.

He gave you a peck on your lips, "It's okay. The movie will still be here when you wake up."

The kiss was light and gentle.

And his lips were softer than you expected.

"Your lips are soft..." you said, before dozing off.

Luke laughed at your remark and engulfed your body in a tight hug.

[supernovablstr]

Do you guys understand? He gives me hedgehog vibes

[sandknight]

A belated bday gift for AT 💖💙💜

[ruthlesscore]

Hi hi ! This is Orange 🍊! Srry for the privacy, my og account kept showing up. Boo. But I love your sf6 works and you’re so sweet! May I plz request a Bosch cuddling hcs 🥺 👉👈? If not, I still want to thank u for writing for the street fighter fandom! All authors are accepted💙❤️

Bosch x Reader - Hot and Cold

- I literally love Bosch so much, Orange! I've been reading all your Bosch content! I literally love how you write for him! I really hope you enjoy this! Can the CC version of Bosch get some love? -

- sf6 spoilers below the cut -

Cuddling with Bosch is a bit strange. His body temperature constantly changes due to his new power. He's hot and then cold and then hot all over again. Oddly enough, he doesn't sweat at all. Not when he's hot or cold. Laying with him, he's kind of stiff. It'll take him a while to melt into you. He'll lay on his back while you're cuddling up against his arm. After awhile, he'll turn towards you, resting his chin on the top of your head, trying his best to not accidentally hurt you. His left hand would be lightly finger combing your hair. The right hand would be holding you gently.

Your hands would be gently running up and down his back, letting him know you aren't going anywhere. Your legs would be tangled together, feet always finding each other. His steady heartbeat is always a comforting sound, a reminder that he's still here with you, even with the impending doom of the tournament on the horizon.

The smell he has is surprising. Not because he has a smell, but because he smells good. He smells of tree and honey. He must've been hiding in a tree before coming over. Even with the shower he took, the smell of that sweet honey still lingers in the air.

Sometimes his hands would wander down your body, poking your sides or tickling the crook of your neck to get a reaction out of you. If you're ticklish, he won't let you live it down.

"So you are ticklish, ____! Hah! I knew it!"

Other times, he'll be awfully quiet, seeking validation. He's nervous that he'll hurt you. He doesn't want to, but he can't control his psycho power. With him not being able to fully control it, he is constantly risking your life when he's with you. During these moments of vulnerability and weakness, he tries his best to be gentle with you.

"Is this okay, ____? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

You and Bosch have a very weird relationship. One minute he's here cuddling you, whispering sweet nothings, and holding you close. The next minute he's clutching his chest, begging you to not get closer. During those sweet times, you both hold each other close with no intention of letting go, knowing that the moment will end soon. During the times with Bosch is going through a episode due to his Psycho Power, you always tell him that he can always come home to you. He could always talk and you'll always listen. Nevertheless, the two of you would have each other's backs, not matter how hot or cold it gets.

[isadraws1]

My HC is that Yua was actually the one to dye both her and his brother's hair with DIY hairdye from spices when they both joined the Nayshalli Resistance, and Bosch let her do it bc I believe he's a good big brother and it made her happy so he let her do whatever to his hair. (PS.: Probs it had to be retouched by auntie Kalima later on bc it turned blotchy-)

[corokoro]

now that i've seen more info on the stuff with bosch thanks to the jpn side of the fandom on twitter, i place a new theory on the table

the guy that's apparently bosch in the final main story cutscene? short red hair and missing the purple scars completely somehow. the cardboard combatant in the post-game tournaments you can do, however, still has the long black hair he had and also obviously the scars. big differences.

bosch was experimented on by shadaloo remnants. you know what shadaloo has a history of? making clones.

either short haired bosch is the clone, or the cardboard combatant is the clone. and no one's realized it, not even themselves.

[1giloff]

Commission not my own drawing! That artist did such a great job and I just wanna post it so bad😭

[chatdy]

Chibi of Bosch for an art trade!!

[tomatoscribbles]

love this character. borscht

[implied-gay-sex]

I am the only one in the street fighter fandom that loves Bosch Waraya

Boschsbshshshsjshhs..💕💕

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Might I have hcs of Bosch, Ed and Luke(or you can do one of them, if that's what you're comfortable with!) having a short s/o? My 4'11 ft ass thinks that hugging them would be like having them as heavy blankets <3

combining these two asks together! man, low 5ft, am i short? is 5'3 considered short? no one in the comments answer that. i will not be responding ( ; ω ; )

Bosch - 5'7 ft

Compared to Bosch, your height difference is relatively reasonable.

He's actually a lot more conscious about your height than you were and has an overwhelming urge to protect you because of it. 

The first time he noticed your height, was when you two were hauling large equipment around the gym. And you stubbornly huffed, saying you could help despite Coach’s warnings.

So now here you were, crumbling under the weight of the heavy machinery. 

“Lift it higher, it’s slacking on your side.” He said, adjusting his grip in case it spontaneously fell. 

“This is literally the highest my arms can reach.” 

Safe to say, he doesn’t let you get near the equipment room after it came crashing down on your feet. 

Whenever you talk to him, he glances at the top of your head before shooting back down to your eyes.

And one time mid-conversation he reached down to pat it. 

You were just so...tiny.

But he snapped out of his thoughts and pulled his hand back embarrassingly after he realized what he had done. Please don't ask him about it because he didn’t know why he did that either.

Bosch thinks the biggest problem he’s encountered regarding your height, had to be moving through large crowds. Mostly because he lost you a couple of times due to how easily you blended in with everyone else.

He even makes sure to hold your hand when walking in front of you, so you don't get pushed apart.

He does give you more leeway than other people due to your height.

Like when you mess up something of his or accidentally wear his gym clothes.

Bosch isn't too tolerant of most people but he won't be as harsh on you.

And if someone brought it up to him, he just shrugs and says "So?" 

But regardless of it all, Bosch is still the small spoon in bed. 

He likes the feeling of being cradled in your arms, as he pulls you closer, with his hands linked around your torso. He finds comfort in you all the same, but now there's a hint of protectiveness that comes with it.

Ed - 6 ft

Ed honestly thought you were a kid when you first approached him and he told you to run back to your parents because he wasn't in the mood to babysit you.

So yeah, he knows firsthand how people see you.

That whole thing, about losing you in a crowd doesn't happen because you two would never be caught in one in the first place.

Partly because he hates being in them and no crowds of people ever formed at night.

Although he doesn't constantly make jokes at your expense, he does tease you about it every once in a while. Like when you stand on your tiptoes in an attempt to kiss him.

And instead of giving in to your whims, he'll sit back and watch you struggle.

"Need something?"

Ed knows what you're trying to do, he's just being a dick about it. He wants to see how long you'll drag this out before he finally relents.

He hates to be the one to say it, but you need to work on your intimidation. No one's going to take you seriously because of your height. 

But that's completely different than when he sees people babying you because he'll shut that shit down immediately.

Calls you 'cute' nicknames like Runt, Maus, and Half-Pint.

Ok, maybe they're not that cute, but he doesn't give many people nicknames. So…yay?

Your height, in a sense, does make you appear younger. 

And he finds it funny when Bar owners ID the group because he knows they're trying to single you out. 

Most of his clothes are big on you when you wear them, and his blankets/comforters practically bury you under their weight. You almost gave him a heart attack when he flopped down on his bed, only to hear a muffled squeak from under the covers. 

He looms over you like a threat when he sees people wandering too close. Yeah, you can pack a punch, but it still gnaws at him how easily someone could snatch you up. So you need to be in his line of sight whenever you're hanging out with him.

He may be a bit paranoid but that's because he cares, believe it or not.

Luke - 6'1 ft

If you didn't know you were short before, Luke would've 100% told you that you were.

The first time he considered your height to be an issue was when he saw you struggling to close your fist. He lent you some of his old wraps, so you don’t mess up your hands and land yourself in the ER. 

But when you couldn't throw a proper punch, he undid them, thinking you wrapped it all wrong.

Turns out his hands were much bigger than yours. Much bigger. To the point it practically engulfed yours. So his wraps were close to useless since the extra fabric accumulated around your knuckles. 

He ended up buying you a new set to fit your hands better and taught you various ways to secure it so it doesn't slip off. 

It's just the small things like that he doesn't usually think twice about, that he now has to consider.

He would also have to adjust the equipment in the gym so it's leveled with your height.

Wouldn't want his top student falling behind, now would he?

Loves the way his clothes engulf your form when he drapes them on you. And laughs at how you're practically drowning in it.

Don't be fooled. Even though he's your coach, he's your boyfriend first. So he's not above making comments about your height. "Woah, Didn't see you down there." , "You should drink more milk, I heard it's good for your bones."

Hey, don't get so defensive now. He was just messing with you.

He'll wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up. Your cute surprised reactions are enough for him to pepper your face with kisses.

Luke is the kind of guy who, if you ask for help to reach something on a shelf, will take it and put it on a higher one. If not, he would hold it over your head and ask for a kiss before he handed it over to you.

All in all, your height is one of the many reasons he adores you and he wouldn't want to change a thing about it.

Jamie - 5'9 ft

Being short around this guy should be written off as a form of corporal punishment, especially for the hell he's going to put you through as long as you're with him.

He's not even the tallest one of the bunch, but he definitely acts like it.

Jamie has an unlimited supply of short names ranging from Ankle-Biter to Short-Stuff. All of which were intended to piss you off.

Occasionally, this guy would scoop you up, saying how cute and tiny you were.

He uses your shoulder as an armrest when leaning on you and laughs if you make a fuss about it.

During the Lunar New Year, the festivities in Hong Hu Lu partied well into the night. Meaning, most of the seats available for the public were being used by the partygoers.

Wanting to find a place to enjoy your food, you asked Jamie if you could use the chair he was sitting on. 

And with a shit-eating grin, he tells you no, but you could sit on his lap for the time being.

Watch out because he'll randomly pinch your cheeks mid-conversation. 

Jamie purposely takes pictures of you from the top to show you how you look from his POV.

Because of your short stature, he gives you piggyback rides back to your apartment whenever you fall asleep beside him.

It's all fun and games when it's just you and him because you know he's not actively trying to hurt your feelings. 

But he doesn't take too kindly to those who think they can comment on your height.

Hypocrite, he knows, but that's because he's your boyfriend so he gets a pass. Not so much other people.

Overall a teasing boyfriend, but in his opinion, your height is definitely one of the best qualities about you.

[supernovablstr]

We were a great team!! If only he stuck around longer...

[claud05sblog]

Normal and with Psycho Power

[harvardhaugland]

closest friend - bosch ♡

a/n: more of an angsty-smut fic haha and once again. not even proofread. HELP MEEEEE. anyone wanna be my beta reader pls 💔

world tour spoilers! chapters 10 - 13 at least! bosch does break into the readers home but everything beyond that one part is all consensual, just a simple passionate bj ^^

Throughout this whole journey for “strength”, running around— doing all types of errands, all for him. You had second thoughts. You’ll be cooped up in your apartment, tussling over in the bedsheets, nothing but silence and the AC running.

When you can’t sleep, you look up at the ceiling and count all the days you had been looking for him.

Hell, the first time you had met, you two barely knew each other. You still don’t even know some basic things about Bosch, like his birthday, favorite food, not even a last name— yet you had always stood up for each other.

The lack of communication between the two of you had started to border your friendship.

You want to see him again, just talk to him, be around him. Just make sure he’s okay through all this. Tonight, you can’t even sleep because of an encounter with him. Back at the construction site. Bosch in some kind of cardboard box-head getup.

Hour after hour, it turns to 2 AM. Your eyes grow heavy— finally, starting to drift off to sleep. Your body hadn’t fully shutdown, but you could squeeze your eyes closed to the very least.

You roll over to the side, facing the wall. Focusing your attention towards getting a good night’s rest rather than the ambient darkness of your room. Slowly, your worries start to fade away, growing sluggish, tensed muscles relax. For a moment, you feel at peace after a few restless weeks without sleep.

The hinges of the window squeaks.

Wind blows in.

Footsteps.

Heavy breathing.

Heavy breathing that wasn’t from you.

Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you, perhaps this is what too little hours of rest does to you, or maybe it’s just all the heavy hits from training you took that are starting to hurt again. So you remain still, sleeping, breathing quieter than whatever— or whoever seemed to be in here with you.

Paper crumples in your ear and it feels as if your pillow is being lifted up.

Your paranoia gets the best of you and you’re quick to turn around, and try to grab the intruder by the arm. To which an audible gasp comes from them. You have them held by the rather bulky cuffs around their wrists, your vision readjusts to look up at who you’re holding— a completely ironic scenario taking place.

It’s you and the “Cardboard Combatant”. Face to face. No bullshit. You won’t let him go this time, making sure to keep hold of him. “Bosch?” you say, gently, “I’m not gonna fight you, if that’s what you’re here for.”

There’s no response from him. He simply grunts. Seemingly displeased, a bit awkward, stiff in posture.

“Are you okay?” You get up. Your hand goes down to hold his, to which he promptly snatches his hand back, a paper note crumpled in his other hand, his fists balled up tight.

Instead he very hesitantly reach out to hold your hands, “I shouldn’t be here, I’m sorry.” he says, “I just had a note for you, that was all. I’m okay.” he reassures, his voice is strained.

“Please don’t leave.” you’re almost pleading with him, you don’t question what the note was for. Bosch is simply standing in place with his head held low. Carefully, you reach to take the box off his head, cautious as if you were dealing with a stray cat, unpredictable. You expect him to stop you, but he lets you take it off. He looks tired, furrowed and upset. Your hands drift up to caress his face, fresh bruises on his brow bone and cheek. He winces when you graze them.

This all feels so ironic to you, you wished upon a star to see Bosch again— and here he is, inside of your room, with the two of you going in to share an awkward, yet intimate kiss.

He rests his hands on your hips, leaning against you, pushing you into your mattress. Bosch nips at your neck with kisses, practically close to biting you with how aggressive he was, desperate, touch-starved. His hands drift up your shirt, he’s excitedly fast, but hesitant at some points, almost in fear that he might hurt you like before.

You flip positions, on top of him this time, unwrapping the shirt tied around his hips, Bosch is laid back against the pillow with a shy look, hand hiding over his parted mouth. He’s hard through his pants— you pull them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock, having to glance up at him occasionally to make sure he’s okay, hands gently working his erection up, soft stroking that makes him squirm underneath you,

You take the tip into your mouth, illiciting a small gasp from Bosch, his hands grab the back of your head, firmly, he starts to slowly push you down further— stopping when you gag halfway down. Starting to bob your head up and down once you adjust.

Bosch’s fingers tangle into your hair, his leg wraps around your head, forcing you to keep at a rough pace, letting you take in deep breaths inbetween.

“You feel so warm.” he remarks, whining your name the more you take him in, when you hit the base of his cock, he’s panting, “..What are you doing to me?”. He’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Sweat running down between his chest and sucking in his stomach. For his first time, out of all people, he would keep his legs apart for you.

He makes your head spin. Bosch is cute when he’s like this, holding onto you, calling your name softly, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could— tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock twitches down your throat, trying hard to prolong the pleasure.

He whimpers, wanting to get the most of this, but he can’t play around with you any longer. Bosch roughly shoves you back down to the base, nose hitting his pelvis as he pulls out, carelessly cumming all over your face and tongue. He’s speechless, his chest heaves as he grips the bedsheets. His face is red, he’s hot all over, as if he had a fever of some kind. Bosch collapses against your pillows.

There’s drool and cum dribbling down your mouth, pooling at your chin. Wiping it off with your shirt, feeling too exhausted to properly clean up. You tuck him back into his pants, simply laying on top of him, tangling your legs together.

When you wakeup, you’ll find him missing from your bed. Unsure if the feelings shared the night before was genuine now.