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[a-s-ter]

Can you please write type of guy headcanons for dae ho and gi hun 🥺? Thank you ❤️

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition boys) nsfw

Dae ho / Player 388

— DAE HO IS THE KIND OF GUY who radiates warmth and loyalty, like a golden retriever. When Dae ho saw you effortlessly take down the two bullies harassing someone else, his eyes gleamed with admiration, captivated by your strength and resolve. As the crowd erupted in applause, he couldn’t help but feel an even deeper respect for you. In that moment, you earned not only their admiration but his as well. (His crush on you was developing gradually.)

—He's the kind of guy who blushes whenever you're near, his nerves getting the best of him as he stammers while talking to you, laughing awkwardly. It's all because you're so sweet to him—and to everyone else, too! He can't help but adore that about you.

—He’s the kind of guy who genuinely wants to get to know you better, not just the surface-level details, but the little things that make you who you are. He asks questions with true curiosity, listens intently, and cherishes every story you share. To him, understanding you isn’t just about filling in gaps—it’s about building a connection that goes beyond the ordinary.

—He’s the type of guy who secretly gives you his food. One day, after returning from your bed, you noticed some milk on it. Curiosity piqued, you wondered who could have left it there, but hey, free milk, right? So you drank it. If he saw you enjoying it, he'd be totally happy inside, his heart warming at the thought of you drinking it. But if you didn’t, and instead gave it to someone else, he'd feel a little sad, pouting as he quietly watched from afar.

— He’s the type of guy who daydreams about you even in his sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips as he imagines taking you out on a date, giving you flowers, and writing you heartfelt letters. He’s kind and sweet, but also shy around you.

— He’s the type of guy who supports you wholeheartedly, cheering you on through every victory. He wishes and prays that you’ll make it through the next game, and when you do, his heart swells with happiness. He desperately wants to run up to you, hug you tightly, and lift you off the ground, spinning you in the air while admiring you. But his nerves hold him back. Instead, he smiles shyly from a distance, watching as others celebrate your success, his joy quietly battling with his anxiety as he longs to be the one to congratulate you.

—He’s the kind of guy who admires you from afar, his heart skipping a beat every time you smile. When you're talking with your teammates, he can't help but stare at you lovingly, a soft smile creeping onto his face. But when Jung Bae notices his smile and asks about it, he panics, nervously brushing it off as nothing. If Jung Bae catches on to who he's looking at, he’d tease him, leaving him blushing and flustered, unable to hide his feelings.

— He’s also the kind of guy who would protect you no matter the cost. One night, when it was time to sleep, he stayed watch over you, ensuring your safety. In the process, he nearly put himself in danger, but managed to take care of the threat. Just as he thought it was over, he noticed someone about to ambush you from behind. Without hesitation, he shouted your name.

“Y/n!” he called out, grabbing your attention. As you turned to face him, he ran toward you, tackling you to the ground just in time to shield you from a knife aimed at your back. He placed a protective hand on your head, his heart pounding in his chest.

After dealing with the person who tried to harm you, he was consumed with worry, his concern for you evident in every glance. His hands trembled as he checked for any injuries, his eyes scanning your body for bruises. When he finally saw you were okay, relief washed over him, and he couldn’t help but smile, saying softly, “I’m glad you’re alright, Y/n.”

— He’s the kind of guy who, when you're speaking to him, finds it hard to hear anything at all. You're simply glowing, and he's so completely lost in admiration for you, smiling without even realizing it. When a strand of your hair falls across your face, he can't help but gently tuck it behind your ear. The moment you look up at him, his heart skips a beat, and he suddenly becomes acutely aware of what he’s done. Flustered, he starts to stutter out a flurry of excuses, his nervousness betraying him. But all you do is laugh softly, calling him "cute." That single, simple word sends his heart into a frantic race, leaving him breathless and unable to shake the warmth spreading through him.

—He’s the kind of guy who would go to any length to protect you, even if it means hurting the people who’ve hurt you. He’ll keep going until his fists bleed, unable to stop because his care for you runs so deep. He doesn’t want to see you in pain, and his love for you pushes him to act without thinking of the consequences. Even when you beg him to stop, he’s torn, unable to hold back the intensity of his emotions. But deep down, you know that right? That he just cares for you more than anything.

—He’s the kind of guy who’ll do whatever it takes to cheer you up when you’re feeling down. When you're crying, he'll be right there, comforting you with soft, reassuring words like, "I’ll be here for you," and "It’s okay, everything’s going to be alright." He’ll pull you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace, rubbing your back gently as he holds you close, offering a quiet strength that makes you feel safe. His presence is enough to ease the weight on your heart, as he promises to always be there for you, no matter what.

—He’s the kimd of guy who, when in love, will sneakily try to get closer to you, even if it means "accidentally" bumping into people in the crowd. Just being near you makes him happy, and the slightest touch from you sends a thrill through him. If your eyes meet by accident, he’ll hold your gaze for a second, but then quickly look away, his face turning bright red with embarrassment. When he tries to glance at you again and you catch him, his heart races uncontrollably. He’s sure he even heard you chuckle, and in that moment, he can’t handle it anymore—embarrassed and flustered, he tries to hide in the shadows, wishing he could escape how you make him feel. (You have no idea how much you’re making him nervous.)

—He’s the kind of guy who would shower your face with kisses, making you giggle and laugh, completely captivated by the joy he brings. He’s also the type who’s hopeless at flirting, but he still gives it a shot, despite knowing he’s not great at it. When he catches you staring into his eyes, his confidence crumbles, and he can’t find his words, stammering as his mind goes blank. And when you laugh, a soft, teasing chuckle, it only makes him more flustered, his heart racing as he awkwardly tries to recover, unable to stop the warmth spreading across his face. (ARGEUWHRAHHH)

— When he's in a relationship with you, he's the kind of guy who'll ask for a good luck kiss before every game you play together.

—He’s the kind of guy you’ll wake up to, his comforting voice gently pulling you from your sleep. “Good morning, baby,” he’ll say, his smile already softening his features. “Morning, sunshine,” or “Good morning, sweetheart, did you sleep well?” he’ll ask, his voice warm and full of affection as he watches you slowly wake up.

—He’s the kind of guy who would tenderly kiss the places you’re most insecure about, as if to remind you of how beautiful you truly are. He’s the one who won’t stop kissing you, pulling you back every time you try to pull away, as if he can’t let go of the warmth you bring.

—He’s also the kind of guy who craves you in the purest, most innocent ways. He craves the chance to say goodnight and press a soft kiss to your forehead, to tell you how much he adores you, especially when you feel at your lowest. He doesn’t need anything more or less—just being near you, sharing quiet moments together, is all he could ever want.

—He’s the kind of guy who kisses you slowly, with so much passion that it feels like time itself has paused. To him, every moment matters, and he wants to make it last—pressing his lips softly against yours, savoring the closeness. His eyes remain closed, his hands resting firmly on your waist as he pulls you closer, as if he can’t bear to let go. When he finally pulls away, his gaze locks with yours, filled with love so deep it leaves you breathless. And just when you think it’s over, he leans in to kiss you again.

—He’s the kind of guy who would stay outside your house all night the moment you mentioned your parents weren’t home. You said it in a teasing, seductive tone, hoping he’d catch the hint—but instead, his protective instincts took over completely. Without a second thought, he made it his mission to ensure your safety. The cool breeze and late hours didn’t faze him; his only focus was making sure nothing could harm you.

—He’s the type of guy who values your comfort above all else, always asking for your consent to ensure you’re at ease. When you overstimulate him, soft whines and gasps escape his lips, his breathing uneven as he tries to handle the intensity. He’s incredibly careful, his fear of hurting you evident in the way he constantly checks in, asking if you’re okay. If you show even the slightest discomfort, he immediately stops, gently comforting you with soothing words and touches. Only when you’re ready does he proceed, moving slowly and tenderly.

—He’s the kind of guy who would be endlessly obedient for you, hanging on your every word just to make you happy. When you call him a “good boy,” his cheeks flush a soft pink, and he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, as if earning your praise is the greatest accomplishment. The way he gets all shy and bashful in response only makes the moment sweeter.

—He’s also the kind of guy who whispers a breathless ���please” when you tease him, his voice trembling with both desperation and longing. When you refuse to let him cum, he’ll keep pleading, his tone growing needier, begging you to finally let him release cum since you've been edging him for hours straight.

—He’s the kind of guy who moans a lot and would be needy for you. Like he's breathy and full of unrestrained moans as pleasure overwhelms him. His voice, low and husky, spills out between gasps as he murmurs how good you feel. For example.

In the cramped confines of a public bathroom stall, he tries desperately to not make a sound. His trembling hand rests on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He was desperately trying to keep quiet, not wanting anyone outside the stall to discover what you were doing. But you decided to tease him, to push him just a little further. Holding his gaze, you slowly ran your tongue over the tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact that had him on the verge of losing all composure.

“Baby, please...” he begged, his tone barely audible but dripping with raw desperation. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more friction, his body betraying how badly he needed release.

You smirked, letting your lips hover over his slick, aching member, your warm breath teasing his already overstimulated skin. “Hm? What’s that?” you teased, maintaining a deliberate slowness. “You’ll have to speak up.”

His head fell back, and a quiet whine escaped him, “I can’t—please, I need it so bad baby, please let me cum... Want you. I want you so bad.” he whimpered, the faint sound of his soft, needy whines filled the stall, his breathing uneven and ragged as he clung to what little composure he had left. His head tilted back against the wall, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed as he whimpered softly.

His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his flushed face and sweat-dampened skin making him look utterly undone. The way he squirmed and whimpered under your control had you tempted to keep teasing him, but his broken whispers and the raw adoration in his eyes made you relent.

"hng...—oh fuck," he gasped, his breath uneven as you gave in at last. "Your mouth feels so good baby, so damn perfect, fuck keep going just like that baby." His praise spilled out uncontrollably, barely coherent as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

—Hes also the kind of guy who cries during sex. (Something about men crying is just hgnngjdhe)

“Baby, please stop..” he whimpered, his voice trembling with the weight of his plea. “It’s too much… please, it’s too much.” His hands weakly gripped your waist, trying to stop you, but his body trembled with each movement, and yet there was no escape from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Aww, sweetie,” you cooed, not slowing down. “Just one more round, mkay? I know You can handle it for me."

“N-no, please… it’s too much… I don’t think I can…take it,” he said, his tear-filled eyes locking with yours, his flushed face streaked with the weight of his emotions. The sight of him so vulnerable made your heart ache, and without hesitation, you gently wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

“Aww, don’t cry my love,” you whispered softly, your voice tender as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his forehead. “You’re my good boy, right? You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more, baby.”

“Fine… just one more.” he said, his voice soft and shaky. The way he melted under your touch, still willing to give more despite how overwhelmed he felt. (You made him cum multiple times 🫶🏻)

I decided to do dae ho first cuz he cute(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) HAPPY NEW YEAR

[incorrectbatfam]

What is everyone in the Batfam thankful for this year?

Alfred: An entire week without someone dying and resurrecting.

Selina: Marrying a nepo baby.

Bruce: Being a nepo baby.

Luke: GPS trackers for when one of you inevitably take my suit for a joyride.

Harper: A single college credit in chocolate tasting.

Carrie: Harper's leftover homework.

Bette: Moving into a new apartment farther from you people.

Helena: Squid Game season 2.

Barbara: uBlock.

Damian: Cats.

Dick: HOT TO GO.

Cass: Wicked.

Tim: A boyfriend with an espresso machine.

Steph: Batburgers 2-for-1.

Kate: Women.

Cullen: When We Were Young.

Duke: Bees.

Jason: Luigi.

[phoephan-123]

Yeah. That definitely seems like something he would do. I feel like he has a notebook dedicated to doodles. 100% loves to doodle Lucifer.

[mellohimmku94]

my Male x Sevika headcanon would be that she dumps you and sleeps with your mother

[rapidhighway]

I'm such a fan of Knuckles being just some guy. Like sure, his situation is far from regular, he has a destiny and all that, and you'd probably assume he's like, gods' favorite or whatever, but actually,in the big scheme of things, he is literally just some guy. And Sonic is the opposite of that

[plethorawrites]

(Guys, there's too much Jason consuming my thoughts 😭 I can't write anything else. Someone make me stop. I need to fixate on Dick or Bruce for a bit, please!)

Imagining Jason Todd, whose happy place is his partner and who protected his peace so well his family doesn't even know you exist. It wasn't that he tried to hide it, he just wasn't sure at first if a few dates with you would lead to anything serious. Then, suddenly he was leaving patrol early to come home to your shared apartment because you had a headache and wanted him to hold you. Well, telling them that would simply lead to too many questions of who you were and how your relationship started, so he simply makes up an excuse about forgetting a promise he made to Roy. It wasn't that he didn't think his family wouldn't approve, he knew they would adore you. He just liked how separate it was. How you weren't a part of chaos and the darkness they were. You were his safe place, outside of all the madness that his family caused and he rather liked how calm it was to love you without the pressure of his family and their opinions. He'd tell them when the time was right, he always told himself. He just wasn't sure when that would be.

[siriuslylantsov]

sock drawer

spencer reid x reader blurb. fluff!

spencer reid keeps a sock drawer for you at his apartment. (during the early stages of your relationship, before you move in)

it's in a dresser in the corner of his room, and above yours is a drawer consisting of his collection.

it's sweet you think, his collection of socks. varied pairs of different colours and patterns. each one meticulously folded beside its match, but never knotted together. it's more sustainable for mismatching, he says, it's also a little anal (and time consuming) but you don't tell him that.

so when he tells you he's set a space aside for you, you were hesitant, not because it was a huge step but because you ran through a rotation of the same 8 pairs of black socks and a few white ones. a whole drawer wasn't necessary, maybe a little hamper.

it's not like you need the drawer for your clothes either. most of the time you're over, you’re in his clothes anyway. and the clothes you do have at his place, stay among his. a secret ploy to get your things smelling like him. he appeases you by sandwiching your clothes between his.

you open the drawer and there's a celebratory first pair, electric blue with bananas scattered all over. you hold it up with a small smile. leaning over, you quickly kiss him on the cheek and sit down to put on the new socks, they're soft and surprisingly smooth on the inside considering its repetitive pattern. leave it to spencer to find reliable socks that aren't a sensory nightmare. 

over the next few months, you also start to accumulate a collection. your black socks are a constant, ones you wear to your horribly boring corporate job, taking up half of the drawer. the other half though, souvenir socks.

spencer was away a lot, halfway across the country or when you’re lucky, right in dc. the first time it happens though, he comes home with a pair of mardi gras themed socks having had a case in louisiana. he spotted them walking by the duty free and thought they were perfect for you–bright purple spotted with green and yellow? you know what, hell yeah!

the next were casino themed ones from vegas, a pair matching the worn ones he wore often. lobster socks from maine, statue of liberty socks from new york, and dorothy and toto socks from kansas.  

when you tell your friends about this, they laugh. but again, you think it's sweet. he brings you something every time he's away, a promise that he’ll come back. it's incredibly reassuring and endearing in its own little way.

[oh23]

remember when i said Bruce would forget his kids arre adopted?

imagine the same thing but opposite w damian for some reason.

Damian starts showing interest in medical stuff and Alfred lightly comments, "just like his grandfather," and Bruce hums with a finger on his chin, "Ra's?" and Alfred gives him a look and THEN Bruce realises, oh his father. his side of the family. because he's the dad. for real this time. ohhhhh.

[trypo-p]

throws my sniper headcanons at you (was originally gonna be art style practice but it also turned into sniper headcanons)

HEADCANON RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT

One of my biggest headcanons for Sniper is that he has chronic back pain. Not only because he's slouched over for his work all the time, but because his backstab wounds don't exactly go away after respawn. The pain still lingers, and respawn leaves him with a brand new scar. Some scars are lighter than others, while others are much deeper than others. He has a lot of trouble bending because of this, and often needs assistance from someone if he needs to grab something on the ground.

However, something he risks his back pain for is bug collecting. He'll grab a lil bugger off the ground, let it crawl on his arm and compliment how it looks, then put it back down safely and suffer the consequences (trying to get up for 3 minutes)

I also like to think he has his ears pierced. He knows soldier will make fun of him for that and having his hair long, but he doesn't wanna let those things go. Sniper was very into the hippie culture, not with the bright colours n tie-dye n all that shindig but he still rocks the camper life, mullets and earrings.

I think some extra things are that he's got tons of scars from, well, mostly Spy and his counterpart. He also smells like a wet dog, musty wood, tobacco, sweetgrass, sage and cedar. It's not a strong smell (he's gotta practically smell like nothing for being a bushman) but oddly enough for someone who looks that musty, he smells quite pleasant.

I have more headcanons if you guys wanna hear me yap more :P

[bessieblackbird]

How dare you let me read this with my own, sick, bonny-best-baby-boy strapped to my chest.

I have three boys. The first is absolutely a Boromir. My second is unequivocally Faramir. But this one, my third... this one is Estel.

And now I'm crying.

Did I spend my commute doodling away to illustrate my silly little Elrond-raising-Aragorn headcanons? You bet I did?

Illustrations own, text from my writings on AO3/headcanons on Tumblr.

[imjuless]

| Only you |

Jayvik headcanon: generally, Viktor's kisses are soft and gentle, Jayce's ones are more passionate and intense , but once Viktor gets some confidence is over, cause he becomes the h0rniest (and also the top :D) of the couple.

[incorrectbatfam]

imagine Batman had to take care of the rest of the Justice League members after a magic user turned them into toddlers/ kids

Bruce: *warms Clark's bottle*

Bruce: *sets Diana in a playpen*

Bruce: *burps Hal*

Bruce: *changes Ollie's diaper*

Bruce: *puts Barry on a child leash*

Bruce: *gives Arthur a bath*

Bruce: *puts J'onn in a Martian onesie*

Bruce: *gives Vic a green teddy bear*

Bruce: *sings Dinah a lullaby*

Bruce: *plays peek-a-boo with Zatanna*

Bruce: *holds a baby photoshoot for Carter and Shayera*

Bruce: *downloads Little Einstein for Ray*

Bruce: *puts an iPad in front of Ted*

Bruce: *starts training Billy to be Robin*

[later, back to normal]

Ollie: We're gonna pretend we don't remember all that?

Everyone: Yep.

[xotoru]

Guys im ovulating rn and this idea popped up into my head….. MHA boys x ovulating reader at a party or smth, and they notice? :3

I hope you like the way I did this nonie! also sorry this took so long....

Needy

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌:𝗋𝖾𝗊!

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: kissing, afab reader, swearing, p in v, fingering, making out, mostly suggestive, quick lazy smut mostly, badly proofread

𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗍: Katsuki.B, Shoto.T, Eijiro.K, Denki.K, Hanta.S, Izuku.M.

Bakugo.K

he would notice the second you don’t snap back at his attitude

The flashing lights and blaring music were nothing short of headache inducing.not a single part of you could care though. Even in the sea of people moving and jumping around all you could seem to think about was him.it had easily become too much, and soon you found yourself excusing your tired self to the kitchen where last you heard he was.

once you pushed past a few sweaty drunk people your eyes immediately landed on him. he was leaned against the sink drinking something from a red solo cup.his same rbf evident as he nodded along to the music by himself.even though he was probably annoyed you dragged him here and had a migraine, he look so beautiful. faint brushes of purple and blue lights flashed across his face from the living room. shining off his blonde hair perfectly.

Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol you had ingested, or maybe it was simply how desperate you were for him, but you immediately strode up to him. wasting no time to reach his bored frame. “What’s up?” He asked in his signature gruff voice.setting his drink down on the counter as he turned to face you fully.

you didn't even waste a second of your air before you were grabbing the collar of his shirt and smashing your lips onto his. every part of your movements were  unplanned and messy, and you were fairly sure he could tell.

quickly he pulled apart, not out of disgust but it seemed like more confusion. “fucks up with you?” he spoke in slight shock.you simply couldn’t stand being apart from him for a second so naturally you found yourself grabbing his face and pulling him back to your lips. quickly he pulled away again.

“thought you were on your period or something?” he asked in that same harsh tone of his.voice laced with genuine confusion and concern considering just a week ago you were saying no to sex cause it was ‘that time of the month’. his eyes studied your face carefully.like he was trying to figure out the answer to his own question before you could. you knew it would be futile though. through the flashing purple lights and the

large amounts of alcohol I had consumed there was only one thing etched onto my face, desire.

your eyes flit down to his lips but you hold back for another second. deciding to explain the situation you were currently in and how you were basically gushing all over your tiny pink thong at just the thought of being remotely near him. as you went to speak, not an ounce of annoyance on your face(something which would have been very clear if it were any normal day and he spoke to you like that.) you watched his mouth form a small “o” shape. He had beat you to it.

“oh I get it now...” he said as he leisurely pulled you closer to him by your hips. grabbing a handful of your ass as he leaned in real close. “No wonder you weren’t being a brat back...” he spoke against your neck before attacking it with dark, hungry kisses. you leaned your head back slightly to give him more access. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into with this, but just by the way he was touching you right now, you could tell it was about to be fucking awesome.

Izuku.M

Wouldn’t notice till maybe someone who saw says it as a joke

Now Izuku is a very smart guy. He's far from some air head boyfriend or any sort of overall idiot. Yet nonetheless he could be a bit, oblivious, at times. no matter how hard you stared or how your rubbed your legs together whenever he would innocently hold your thigh, he didn’t seem to notice.

such small touches. ones that would be typically overlooked. small ghostings of his hand against yours as you guys pass through the crowd of dancing people. or his firm grip on his drink as he nodded along to some sort of music in the kitchen.his arms looking oh so ravishing in the black long sleeve under his old shirt. or maybe it was how he was slightly out of breath and sweaty from dancing. coming over to you panting under his breath ever so slightly and asking you if you were alright, he was always so considerate. he was going to drive you insane.

you guys had been in a small group of people in the kitchen. talking amongst each other about how college and hero work had been going so far.everyone laughing heartily at stupid jokes and jabs, except for you. you only seemed to have one thing on your mind. eyes not being able to rip themselves from his pretty long fingers as he used his hands to explain some new piece of his quirk he was working on. or how Adam's apple bobbed as he swung the last of his drink down, face wrinkling at the bitterness of the alcohol the same way it does when he's about to cum.

“Jesus y/n, are you ovulating or something, you look like you’re about to eat izuku whole!” jokes mina from across the two of you. everyone's faces turned to wide smiles as they typically did when mina cracked a joke.laughs leaving their mouths along with your own. it had taken the both of you by surprise she noticed. you didn’t even think you were being that obvious.but as the lighter died down and the rest of the group chatted amongst themselves izuku turned to you.

“Are you?”he asked quietly.you nodded slowly.facer red with sheer embarrassment.you could tell something in his expression shifted as you confirmed your friends suspicions.

That shift was exactly how you ended up in some random bedroom.lacy underwear being thrown across the room along with the rest of your clothes.

“should’ve told me baby...” he huffed out into your ear as his rough fingers grazed over your soaking pussy.rubbing the smallest tight circles over your aching clit.you ha really been waiting for this all night and now that it was finally being given to you, you were mess.drool pooled at the corners of your lips as your boyfriend kissed them.eventually sliding his long thin fingers into your desperate cunt.

you moaned into his mouth.the strong taste of water drink he had earlier falling onto your tongue as it covered his.his fingers moved in and out of you senselessly.he was always such a sweet and caring boyfriend, but the second he would to you needed him in any way he was like a completely different person.his eyes were dark as he went to kiss your neck.leaving a trail of bites and marks as he did so.

as you held onto his shoulder desperately for support, you could feel yourself building up to your climax faster.the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten as your needy pussy did the same around his fingers. your breathing became erratic and your moans got louder as you approached your high.you hadn’t even noticed how he had pulled down your tube top and was now sucking on your perky tits.he looked up at you as you came undone on his fingers.eyes glossed over with love and lust.he really was fucking beautiful, it wasn’t just the ovulation speaking.

Denki.K

is basically ovulating with you

as soon as he saw the skimpy dress you chose to wear for the party he was hooked on you.eyes never leaving you and your figure the whole night. he was trained on your tits when you faced him and trained on your ass when you walked away or were dancing.once you walked into the kitchen he was standing in he pulled you close to him. “You look awful pretty tonight baby,” he said smugly into your ear.a smirk painted on his lips as he did so.

“thanks” you said sweetly with a smile.trying your best to ignore the growing wetness between your legs at simply the feeling of being pressed up against him.he kissed your collar bone. a few times teasingly as you guys sat in the somewhat crowded kitchen.everyone around you being too drunk or too caught up in something else to notice or care.

as you pressed yourself further into him you could feel the bulge growing in his jeans.the feeling of his excitement so close to yours made you squeeze your legs together subtly. “wanna fuck?” he asked childishly in your ear.you weren’t even looking at him but you didn’t have to be to see the smug grin he had plastered on his face.subtly you nodded yes and grabbed his hand.pulling him off to the first bathroom you saw.you made sure to lock the door before quickly pulling him towards your and your lips.

you gripped his shirts as he kissed you back.both of your tongues moving together messily as he backed you up and sat yo on the counter.once yo guys pull apart he hastily began to take his jeans off, along with your panties which were practically drenched by now. he made no fault to line his achingly needy cock up with your entrance before pushing his hips into yours.

your mouth hung open as he pushed into you.looking up at him as he moved slowly.he knew it could be hard for you to take all of him sometimes so he always went slow to start out.your legs shook around him as he continued to thrust into your walls.large hands holding you up by your pretty soft thighs.

he quickened his pace.pushing himself further into you causing your stomach to curl and for your eyes to flutter.he was reaching every part of you that your fingers or any other guy for that matter, never could.his hips moved faster into yours.chasing his own high desperately seeing as he had been basically creaming his pants all night sincere first saw you all dolled up. “you feel so fucking good...” he whispered.chucking slightly under his breath.

“why’re you...mph-laughing?” you barely got out through his harsh thrusts and your moans.looking at him and his stupidly wide smile as he stared down at where you two were connected with confusion.

“not laughing at you...just huff I dunno...” he mumbled as you picked up his pace.biting his lip as he used the counter t stabilize himself while he pushed further intyour soaking cunt.you didn’t even career about his strange comment.lust taking over your mind as your head leaned back against the mirror behind you while he fucked into you.he made no sense a lot of the time, but boy could he fuck your brains out

Shoto.T

Wouldn’t realize at all I fear

He looked so good tonight, too good almost. He never normally dressed down so seeing him in those dark blue jeans and random tee shirt was making your eyes practically fall out of their sockets. as he talked to some people casually you couldn’t rip your eyes from his sender frame from the island  in the kitchen where you were meant to be getting the two of you more drinks.

you swore you could feel knees go slightly weak as his lips curled into a small smile while he nodded along to whatever the person was saying.before you knew it you were strutting over to him desperately.

“Hey baby, where’re our drinks?” he asked as he looked down at your empty hands. you had honestly forgotten about the drinks as soon as he caught your eye from across the kitchen

you glanced over at the people he had been talking to quickly before turning back to look into his lidded eyes. “can we uhm...go” you asked timidly.nervous for what he would say. your palms already feeling clammy just from being near him.the wetness between your legs began to pool slowly as you stood there.

he nodded quickly without question. “yeah yeah of course” he said, voice laced with concern. He took his hand into your sweaty one and began to lead the two of you out of the crowded booming house. flashing lights and drunk sweaty swaying bodies would normally make you  uncomfortable but with just the touch of his rough large hand gripping yours, your mind was plagued with utterly lewd thoughts of him.

it felt as if you had blinked and you were getting into the car. before he could speak to ask you what was wrong you were rushing my body over the center console and pulling hip lips to mine. surprisingly  he kissed you back immediately. your lips were moving in an embarrassingly desperate way that made your face go flush and body lean further into his.

his eyes closed as his tongue meticulously fought yours for further touch.it was basically routine at this point for the two of you guys considering how many times you’ve had to sneak out of the dorms to his car so you could just be alone for some time, but nonetheless the riskiness of it all made you beyond excited. the fact that anyone could see us through the clear windows of his car made your thighs squeeze tighter tightly.

as we pulled away to catch our breath you could feel the way your eyes stared at his parted wet lips. the small ragged breaths coming in and out of it making you even more enamored with the boy in front of me. “back seat?” he asked nonchalantly. even in the toughest of training your body had never moved faster to do what a person had instructed of you. you were beyond desperate.

Hanta.S

would notice, y’all would not make it to that party

He knew as soon as he saw you wear that tiny dark red thong he had bought you for your birthday just a month ago that you were looking for trouble tonight.Your short dress riding up just ever so slightly below where the root of your last pregnancy scare covered your pretty cunt. you were hoping for something tonight, and although he was going to give it to you (like he did with everything you’ve ever wanted), he didn’t know how long he could wait.

Before you two even stepped into the crowded house he had his hand placed firmly on your plush thigh the whole ride there. “You're gonna crash driving like that...” you teased.honey voice breaking through the peaceful silence of the night time drive.

“I only need one hand to drive when you’re with me” he responded smugly.smirking ever so slightly as he spoke in a way he knew would get you riled up.you had always liked when he spoke so lowly.like he was saying something he only wanted you to hear. something so seductive or dirty it would only make sense for the words to only fall on your ears.

he squeezed your thigh without thinking much of it before turning back to the road.the dark knight flashed by city lights filling the atmosphere around the two of you. he always looked so beautiful with the bright lights of the city illuminating his every feature, but tonight especially he looked utterly gorgeous.the small smirk tugging on his lips as he kneaded the plush flesh of your thigh, and the small moles that nobody else had ever gotten close enough to see, and the way his dark messy hair sat on his head so perfect. you were struggling to stay in your passenger seat to say the least.

which is exactly why you didn’t, you simply couldn’t. your bodies moved for you causing you to end up sprawled across his lap.core dripping onto his leaky tip as you hovered over him. the fear that someone might catch you lost in the haze and fog of your mind

as you stared down into his lazy eyes which twitched ever so slightly as you lowered yourself onto him.

It was truly amazing how quickly you found yourself bouncing on him.hips and knees moving quicker than normal. you were hungry, you had been waiting for this practically all night. That's not to say he wasn’t enjoying himself either, his eyes which rested in the back of his skull and his lip which had found a home between his teeth were just a few tell-tale signs he was enjoying this plenty.

eventually, as his large hand found a way to your ever moving hips, he found the control to say something “Jesus I knew you were horny but...Huff...this is like a-fuck...whole new person” he sputtered out, his head bobbing slightly to the pace you moved up and down on him. His words or what they meant hadn’t even registered in your head as you stared into his deep dark eyes, falling into them slowly, as if you were drowning in your own ecstasy you gained from just looking at him.so depraved and needy although he had been given just what he wanted.

Once you both eventually reached your highs, shaking legs and tumbling hands and all, he spoke up again. “You're ovulating aren’t ya?” he asked slyly.a smirk tugging at his weak lips once again.your face flushed at his words. not expecting him to have known or noticed, you didn’t even realize how insane you had been acting ever since you both stepped foot into the car.

“how’d you know” you asked as you backed up from where you had been leaning over on his chest.still a bit out of breath but wanting to hear his answer nonetheless.

“you just rode me  into another dimension without my help at all” he chuckled as he looked down to where you two were still connected. eyes flitting back up to your now flushed face as his lips light pecked your jaw before he effortlessly lifted you off of him and back into the passenger. looking at your fucked out blissful face once more before he reached into the backseat to grab the towel you guys used whenever you couldn’t wait till you got out of the car, which was more often then not surprisingly.

Eijiro.K

Would only know cause he tracks your cycle

As you guys got ready to go to your friends “small get together” you couldn’t pry your eyes off of him. no matter what you were doing or how much attention the task at hand required you couldn’t stop looking at  him in your shared bathroom mirror. You ended up leaning over the counter further than you needed to to do your makeup or put some earrings on.hoping that he would catch a glimpse of your red thong from your dress as I rode up slightly.

just to secure his suspicions he check his phone quickly.opening his period tracker app and seeing [you], you were in fact ovulating.without even thinking he found himself pressed against the back of you.muscular arms wrapping around your waist.you hadn’t even noticed how his fingers slowly reached under your skirt.

before you even knew it your arms were shaking as you held yourself up of the could marble counter.your boyfriends thick cock thrusting in and out of you quickly.you were honestly shocked seeing how quickly he caught on to the fact you were honey, having no knowledge of the app on his phone.his large hands gripped your hips as they aloo held your dress up, keeping the fabric bunched up just enough for him to be able to see the fat of your ass moving against him as he thrusted into you.

his leaking mushroom tip was hitting your insides so perfectly, it made you feel stupid how your eyes were rolling back as your mouth hung open slightly.fluid moans and slurred words spilling from your lips with no end in sight.your tits swaying inside of the loose fabric as his hips moved against yours.eventually they smiled out from the falling top.you swore you could see his eyes light up ever so slightly n the reflection of the mirror as that happened.

as you were too far gone tontine he leaned down to be right at your ear level. “so fuckin’ pretty, gushing all over my cock just for me...” he whispered filthily.his hard pistoning of his hips making your legs shake as they held you up.the heels you had opted to wear were making your feet oh so uncomfortable as you  stood in the same spot for far too long, but you were honestly too cockdrunk to even care in the slightest.

slowly you snaked your arm behind you to pull his neck closer to you.fingertips grazing over the edge of his hair gently.your touch ghosting over the back of his neck so delicately.he whimpered ever so slightly in your ear as you continued your movement on your fingertips.

his lips came down to suck on your neck sweetly.leaving big messy kisses to the sensitive skin as he didn't stop his movements for a split second.your poor pussy squelching around him as you sucked is cock in even further.desperate for your own release as he rubbed against your wet gummy walls.

once you could feel yourself getting close you involuntarily squeezed around him more.his hips choked at the acton but nonetheless, he quirked his pace.leaving a few harsh smacks to your ass as he pushed further and faster into you.before you knew it you were coating his cock in your stringy cum.panting as you tired your best to reel yourself in.thank God for that app.

I hope someone gets the ptv reference on sero’s :(

[dollyxd]

Can you do Shadow X reader, please? (romantic relationship)

A/N: YES?? OMG, I LOVE SHADOW UGH. ILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO!!

Warnings: Fluff, small angst, reader is GN

Romantic or Platonic: Romantic

Oneshot or Headcannon: Headcannon

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG X READER

Shadow isn't very good at shoeing his love, though there are plenty of signs that he does truly care and love you!

Shadows' love language is quality time and gift giving (mainly quality time).

Although it may not seem like it, he's listening to every little thing you want and what your interests are so that he can buy those things for you!

His favorite quality time is riding the motorcycle with you (at night). It's weirdly a calming moment for the both of you...

Though he will never admit it, he loves it when you two cuddle up together and your kisses too? UGH, it's like heaven to him.

Mans has had a ROUGH trauma. You might (you will) need to reassure him that you're not leaving and that you're safe.

Speaking of being safe... PLEASE let this man protect you! He has lost so much. Let him protect you and make sure you're safe at all times.

He's not the BIGGEST fan of PDA, though he does very mild PDA; Hand holding, hand around the waist, hugging him whilst on you guys go on motorcycle rides.

I dont see Shadow as a MAJORRR jealous type, though when he's jealous... he has his way of showing that he is.

If the person who keeps flirting with you won't back down, shadow will mosey on over to you and wrap a hand around your waist and give them a menacing glare. It usually always works.

If they DONT back down, Shadow WILL make himself clear that he's your partner. This is the ultimate life form we're talking about here, ain't no way they will be messing with him after that!

[wunderflammer]

HC I've been dying to write:

Stone being assigned to Robotnik because he is MEAN. He is NO-NONSENSE. He is RUTHLESS and UNCOMPROMISING. He is the agent they call when they have a stubborn problem that needs fixing by any means necessary and he never disappoints.

Stone? Not even his government name! It's a nickname he earned by being a STONE COLD BADASS.

The US government tasks him with reining in their little rogue scientist nightmare, knowing if anyone can get a handle on Robotnik, it's him. They watch and wait.

Imagine their surprise when after a few months, their toughest agent is preparing lattes and making puppy eyes at their least favorite employee. He's not filling out his insider reports on Robotnik's behavior. He's refusing to share intel. He's coldly saying that he reports to the Doctor now.

Everything has backfired. They've lost their best man and gained a potentially deadly enemy in the process. Their own secret weapon is turned against them. Stone is now Robotnik's grinning, snarling lapdog.

I want to write that transformation SO. EFFING. BAD.

So many WIPs/HCs, so little time, truly!